03x24 - CodE.T.

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Courtney: Duck... duck... duck...

duck, duck...duuuuck...

duck, duck...

- Just pick a stupid goose already!

- GOOSE!

(Computing beeps, powering-up hum)

(Beeping) All: (Gasp)

CODYYYYYYY!

- Courtney! You know we gotta be careful

playing human games with Cody

since he's ot-nay uman-hay.

- Ooooh, Latin. (Slurps)

- You sayin' Cody ain't human?

- Correct. He's an alien.

But surely he can handle being a goose

for two minutes.

So relax, he'll be fine.

- AHHHHHHHHHHHH! - CODYYYYYY!

- Wow. Overreact much.

- Hi, Lightning Jackson. New kid in class.

I was wondering...

WHAT IS GOING ONNNNNN?!

- (Whirring)

- I don't feel so good.

- Of course you don't, your head just fell off!

- Easy guys.

There's a very simple explanation for all of this.

You see, a while back, Izzy built a rocket,

went to space, landed on an alien planet

inhabited entirely by other Codys,

then she came back.

- We don't talk about it much

'cause there are soooo many other stories to tell.

At least five seasons worth. (Nervous laughter)

- Co-deee phone--

- Whoa! WHOA!

You trying to get us sued?

Think, man, think!

- Callll Planet Co-deeeeeee...?

- Okay, that's better.

What's the number, big guy? - Stop.

There's no reason to call Cody's home planet.

We can just take him to a Doctor's Office.

I'm not about to have an intergalactic incident

pinned on me just because Cody can't handle his

Duck, Duck, Goose!

Nooooo no no no-no-no.

I am keeping a lid on this thing.

- Uh, Courtney,

you can't just take an alien to a human doctor.

- Have some faith in modern medicine.

We are taking Cody to a doctor and that's that.

Chef will drive us. C'mon.

- Leaving us alone seems irresponsible.

Who'll watch us while you're gone?

- This picture I drew of myself is in charge 'til I get back.

- Can I go to the bathroom, Chef?

I really need to go. (Panting)

CHEFFFF? Can I? PLEEEASE?!

- This place is like, whaaaaaaaat?

- Oh yeah, it's all the weirds.

(Siren wails)

- Okay, Cody. Say ahhhh.

- Ahhhh. (Gags)

- AHHHHHHHH! AHH!

AHHHHH! AHHH! AH!

- Who's supposed to be saying "ahhh",

you or Cody?

- AHHH! (Pained groan, bone cr*ck)

- Now do you see why you don't bring alien kids

to human doctors?

- This is a minor setback.

I know a place that specializes

in exactly this kind of thing. C'mon.

- Wait. What about her? - (Pained groan)

- She's a doctor. She can fix her own bones!

- We're here.

- Is this, is this Area ?!

An intergalactic jail for bad aliens.

Cody's not safe here.

- (Sighs) Stop worrying.

We will find an alien doctor,

get alien medicine and go back to school,

but first we need a distraction to get by the guards.

How's it going Chef?

- It took a lot of talcum powder to get into this outfit.

Now can you tell me why I'm dressed like this?

Guard: ALIEN AT THE WEST GATE! ALIEN!

- AHHHHH! (Lasers blast)

- Okay, the coast is clear.

Let's head for the main building

and find the medical bay.

- Callll Planet Codyyyy.

- Hey! If we just go to the roof,

I could hack that giant satellite dish

and contact Cody's Home Planet.

- Pfft! A long distance space call during peak hours?

For an extra terrestrial headache? NO.

We'll stick to my plan, thank you.

(Ominous groans)

- Courtney, I don't think the doctors here help aliens.

- Yeah, the doctors here are evil.

- Um, no, they took a Hippocratic oath,

so I am sure-- (Ominous groans)

- It sounds like it's coming from behind this door.

- (Ominous groans) - No, Gilgatrex.

No dessert 'til you finish your broccoli.

- (Creature roars)

- I knew it; the hatred of broccoli is intergalactic.

- Let's just find the medical bay and fix Cody ourselves!

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There. Now just relax, Cody,

while I cure your weird alien disease.

There must be some space surgery tools

around here somewhere.

- Maybe we should just listen to Cody

and call his home planet.

- You lost all credibility at "listen to Cody".

(Whirs open) - Ah. Perfect.

(Click)

(Jackhammering sound) Whoa!

AHHHHHHHHHH!

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Okay, (Nervous laugh)

maybe this one is for slightly more delicate work.

(Laser blast, hair sizzles) - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

- Interesting. (Tool clanks)

Maybeeee...

- Hey! What are you kids doing--

(Splat!)

- Okay, that's it.

- We're going to the satellite

so Harold can send a space message.

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- I like Cody,

but what if his weirdo planet decides

I did something wrong. Whatever it takes,

I am NOT letting Harold make that call.

Luckily, I found this.

(Beeping)

(Alarm blares)

(Doors whir open)

- What an unfortunate turn of events.

(Screaming)

- (Gasps) C'mon Kitty, I'll keep you safe.

- (Beeps) There.

Now I'll ride out the alien prison riot

from the safety of this impenetrable medical bay.

Oh, come on!

- (Creatures roar) - AHHH!!

Harold: Ruuuun! - Oh kids, I'm so glad to see--

(Goo splats) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

- Wait. Was that Chef?

- Ummm... better safe than sorry?

- AHHHHHHHHH!

(Laser beam hums)

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- Who's a good laser kitty?

You are! Yes, you are!

Ewwww! Okay.

We should probably head back to school now.

- What?!? NO!

We need to get Cody's message to his home planet!

- Callll Planet Codyyyyyyy...

- We're try'innnggg.

Ughhhh...

- We're heading up to the roof. Are you with us?

- Okay, entering the celestial coordinates for Planet Cody.

- Uh, Harold? You might wanna hurry?

♪ Ta ta ta ♪

- Almost there!

Just connecting to the server and...

(Jackhammering)

(Computer fizzles, shuts off)

COURTNEY! WHYYYYY?!

- I can't let you contact Planet Cody.

What if they blame me for his Duck Duck Goosing

and then eat me?!

- Thanks to you... we're all gettin' eaten.

(Creatures groan)

- I guess this is it.

Nice knowing you, Izzy. Courtney? Not so much.

- (Meows)

- Come here, kitty, and do your thing.

(Laser blasts, creatures groan)

Best kitty ever. (Kitty purrs)

Both: Phew...

(Energy hums)

- What's he doing!?

(Ship whooshes)

- (Gasp) He must've contacted Planet Cody!

It's the Mothership!

(Energy hums)

- Great. I'm toast.

(Ship whooshes)

I'm sorry! It was me!

I'm the one who Duck Duck Goosed Cody

and made him sick. Oh don't eat me!

(Crying)

- Hmm that's odd. Codys are equipped

with excellent Duck Duck Goose systems.

Ahh, just as I suspected.

This Cody never got

a Bleezletorpus . upgrade patch.

- We'll get you a new Cody.

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- I'm out-dated!

WEEEEEEEEE...

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- Ahhh. I just love that new Cody smell.

- I smell like Cody! - Wait.

So we get a new Cody and that's it?

I'm not in trouble?

All: (Laughing)

- You're not in trouble at all!

- PHEW! I was so worried about it.

First I got a human doctor pulverized,

then froze a guard in goo,

then put my own teacher in extreme danger,

and I even released Alien prisoners from their cells!

- You released Alien prisoners?

- Y-Yeeesss?

- Releasing Alien prisoners is a Class Varknazzle Felony.

You're under arrest.

♪ Ta Da ♪

- Awww crud.

- It'll take months to round up all those aliens.

We'll just have to hope they don't cause any trouble.

All (Screaming) (Slithering sounds)

- (Gulps) I don't need the bathroom anymore.

- DO SOMETHING!

Owen: CHEF! All: AAAAAAAAAH!

- Glad we convinced them that Chef wasn't an alien criminal.

- And we got ourselves a brand new Cody.

- Everything worked out great.

- So? Uh, what game you guys wanna play next?

- Ooh! Duck, Duck, Goooose!

Courtney: (Furious scream)

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