Got to blast!
♪ Into the stars,
goin' by Candy Bar's ♪
♪ Rides a kid with a knack
for invention ♪
( gasps )
♪ With a super-powered mind,
a mechanical canine ♪
( barks )
♪ He rescues the day
from sure destruction ♪
Help!
♪ This is the theme song ♪
( screams )
♪ For Jimmy Neutron. ♪
( mechanical whirring )
( barking )
( yells )
JUDY:
Whew!
What a day!
I did the shopping,
I reshingled the roof...
That's nice,
dear.
Yeah, that's great,
Mom.
HUGH:
Mm-hmm.
Here are your dinners.
A ham and macaroni
choo-choo for Hugh
with cauliflower
chimney smoke.
For Jimmy, scallopini
pfeffernuss
with mashed potatoes
in the shape
of Einstein's hair.
And for me, a sandwich.
( cuckoo clock chiming )
( toilet flushing repe)
Jimmy, did you hook up
your experiential
hydraulic cuckoo clock
to the downstairs
toilet?
Can you get that,
Mom?
I'm proving Goldbach's
prime number conjecture.
( sighs )
Apparently, baby ducks
follow the momma duck
because her butt looks like
a great big bread crumb.
JUDY:
Help! Somebody!
If Goldbach is true,
every nonprime integer
must be equidistant
from two primes.
JUDY:
My arm's been sucked
into the U-bend!
( gasping )
My sandwich!
No, thanks, Mom,
I'm full.
Ah... well,
off to my duck
first-aid class.
Tonight we're doing
mouth-to-beak resuscitation.
Well, wait, who's going
to walk Goddard?
( Goddard barks )
That is the last
dig-darn straw.
I'm tense and underappreciated
and... and... sandwichless.
Hmm...
( birds chirping )
Something's wrong.
There's no juice in my hand.
And I don't smell waffles
with meticulously
syrup-filled dimples.
And there's
something wrong
with my bowl
full of cereal.
There's nothing
in it, Dad.
That's it!
This isn't a bowl
full of cereal;
it's just a bowl
of milkless air.
JIMMY:
Mom?
Are you going
on a trip?
Oh, you noticed.
Well, since you asked,
I'm going to a spa
for a week
to be pampered
unmercifully.
Hughsy-doodles is confused.
I'm sick of being
unappreciated
and doing all the work
around here.
Here are the chores
I do every week
to keep this place
up and running.
You two are going
to have to do them
while I'm gone.
Good-bye.
( door slams )
Whoa!
No mom for a week?
No one to tell us
"Your bath is ready"?
Or make us change clothes.
Or make us leave the lab
and come to dinner.
No one to tell us "You can't
have pizza for every meal"
or say, "Hugh, put down that
duck and talk to me for once."
We're free men!
Masters of
our own destiny.
We rule this house.
We, uh...
once we finish
the chores.
Oh. Yeah.
What's the first one?
HUGH:
Now, Jimmy,
should we sponge,
then squeegee, then dry?
Or squeegee, then sponge,
then dry?
Or dry, then sponge,
then squeegee, or...
( screams )
( thudding )
Okay, you're the genius.
Plunge head first screaming,
then sponge, then dry.
( screams )
( thudding )
If I'm such
a genius,
why are we
doing this work
ourselves?
Because your mother
told us to?
She just wants it done.
She doesn't care who--
or what-- does it.
( hollow knocking )
( knocking echoing )
Goddard, install
"list of chores" program.
Check.
Lastly, my maternal chip
with the directive
to protect and pamper.
Shall I now walk the dog,
freeing you to relax and
eat corn chips, my son?
( panting )
Boy...
you spa folks don't even let
a girl lift a finger, do you?
TV ANNOUNCER:
You're watching
the gross-out movie marathon
on the Guy Channel.
( popcorn popping )
And now, back to My Big Fat
Greek Infected Scab.
( vacuum cleaner humming )
So, how's that
week's worth of chores
coming, Robobooger?
All chores were completed
at 1700 hours this evening.
Good work, Maternotron.
Assume sleep mode
until the next mealtime.
Negative-- a mother's work
is never done.
A mother must protect
and pamper.
Oh. Oh, right.
Override maternal chip
directives until further notice.
Don't use that tone
with me, young man.
Now, eat.
Leaping leptons!
I said water the lawn,
not cook it.
What is this stuff?
Soy protein, kelp, tall
and spinach for flavor.
Sugarbooger's dinners
never smelled quite so...
Oh, how do I put it?
Disgusting.
This is the train
and your mouth is
the tunnel.
Uh, no, thanks.
See, my tunnel is
temporarily closed for...
I must have set
the autonomy parameter
in the mothering chip .
She really thinks she's Mom.
And after dinner... yo.
( splashing,
Hugh moaning, screaming )
MATERNOTRON:
Hold still!
( scrubbing,
Hugh moaning, screaming )
HUGH:
Not the face!
Oh, this is the life.
So why is it I have the strange
feeling something's missing?
MAN:
Your gelato,
Madame.
( Judy sighs )
HUGH:
Butter biscuit?
Butter biscuit?
Fresh from the oven.
JIMMY:
Got to blast!
Those muscles--
we've got
to blast them.
( Hugh whimpering )
She wouldn't even
let me play
with Mr. Bath-Time Ducky.
Don't worry.
Luckily, Maternotron's got
an emergency cut-off receiver.
The remote for it is my lab.
I'll need you
to cover for me.
So... Jimmy sitting
right beside me
and not leaving the room at all,
how's it going?
( mimicking Jimmy ):
Okay, dad of mine
who's also remaining
in the room with me.
Right here.
Oh!
Where are you going?
Um, well, I-I left my homework
in the lab.
You'll electrocute
your eye out.
Bedtime.
What?
But it's only 7:00.
March.
But I'm not tired.
Then I must rock you to sleep.
♪ Rockabye Jimmy
on the treetop ♪
♪ Tomorrow more kelp ♪
♪ Till your
pant buttons pop. ♪
Are you tired yet?
And nauseous.
I have been neglectful
to you as a wife.
No!
Uh, really.
It's okay.
No, it is not.
Switching to wife mode.
Take out the trash.
We never talk anymore.
Get me some ice cream.
Let's watch a movie
with lots of crying.
I should never have
given up my career.
Rub my feet.
( Hugh screams )
My mother-and-wife sense
is tingling!
Something's terribly wrong.
I'm coming, boys!
( panting )
Psst-- guys,
up here.
Weren't you
supposed to meet us
in the park
this morning,
or did Carl and I
both dream that?
Guys, listen to me,
I need your help.
Oh, gee,
I've got llama art class
in an hour...
There's a remote control
on my workbench.
Here's my DNA to get
in the lab.
You've got to fetch me
that remote before bath time.
The tough part
of drawing the llama
is capturing
his soulful eyes.
Halt!
Who are you?
Hi, Mrs. Neutron.
May I say you're looking
particularly shiny today?
Yeah, I'll say.
Um, would you excuse us?
We're getting something
top secret for Jimmy.
To associate with my Jimmy,
you must complete
these qualification
forms.
"Father's maiden name"?
"Jimmy falls
in the playground
"and breaks his leg.
What do you do?"
Well, that's stupid--
they don't even tell you
which leg it is.
( loudly ):
Say, Dad,
let's go play catch
and not leave the yard
at all.
( loudly ):
Good-- wink, wink--
idea, son.
And let's not run
like crazy turkeys
screaming for help
when we get
out there.
Where do you think
you're going?
Outside.
Too dangerous--
that's where
the Civil w*r was.
I'm placing you both on...
lock-down.
MATERNOTRON:
Protect, pamper.
Eat your nutrition.
Protect, pamper.
Eat your nutrition.
Protect, pamper.
Eat your nutrition.
Protect...
Get away from my family,
you ugly bucket of bolts!
Mom!
Sugarbooger!
Your family? Ha!
Protect, pamper...
Jimmy?
Uh... yeah, well,
funny thing about that,
she, uh, sort of
thinks she's you.
Protect!
( shrieks )
Not too tight--
those are her piecrust-
decorating arms.
To think I stepped out
for two measly days
and you replace me
with some psycho robot
with a hideous
1950s hairdo?
No psycho robot could
replace you, Mom.
There's no way
I could program
all your love, care--
and amazing ability
to forgive me--
into a chip.
Ow!
Although I think I captured
rope tying pretty good.
Maternotron,
as your creator,
I demand you
let her go!
Don't yell at your mother,
young man.
Nobody wags their finger
at my boy.
( rope creaking )
Mom, break into my lab.
If the security system
doesn't k*ll you,
bring back the disabler.
I don't need the lab--
not as long as I have
my utility closet!
You're out
of cleaning implements.
Oh... am I?
A .300-caliber
molecular blasting ray?
For those tough,
ground-in stains.
Wha...
( warbling ):
Your... your... clean clothes...
are... are...
in the... dryer... dryer...
( crashing )
( cheering )
Way to go, Mom!
Nobody punishes
Jimmy Neutron.
Oh, I wouldn't say that.
Pick it up, boys.
I've got three more days
of spa coming.
CARL:
Um, Sheen?
What did you put
for question 319?
"C. Lure the tiger
away from Jimmy
by imitating
a chicken strip."
Hmm. Works for me.
JIMMY:
Today is the single greatest day
in the history of the universe.
Pluto is aligning with Neptune
causing space snow flurries
to create galactic ice crystals
which keep ice cream at
the perfect eating temperature!
Yes.
( barks )
Cold enough to never melt
but not so cold
you get brain freeze.
This alignment only happens
every 2,000 years.
Commence countdown:
five... four... three..
JUDY:
James Isaac Neutron!
( groans )
Where do you think
you're going, young man?
Here's your list
of Saturday chores.
"Mail letter at post office.
"Sit with Grandma in the park.
"Pick up Dad's badmint.
Drop off a pie at school."
And "Take a book to
Cindy Vortex's mother"?!
But, Mom, I can't do that!
I have to get into space now!
Chores first,
space travel later.
Goddard--
options.
Too expensive.
I don't have time.
Yes!
We'll have to do it mega-fast.
No time
to set specifics.
Commence cloning at super speed.
Hi, everybody.
Isn't it a super,
amazing, great day?
( whining ):
You call this
a great day?
I should have
stayed in bed.
( in French accent ):
Ah, but romance is
in the air, eh?
It is a beautiful day
to fall in love,
n'est-ce pas?
( laughing ):
Hey, everybody,
it's great to be here.
Hey, have you seen
that Cindy Vortex?
Talk about the wicked witch
of the elementary.
Hey, these are
the jokes, folks--
come on, laugh with me.
( laugh track playing )
Who's up for
some football, huh?
( sinisterly ):
Nice place, kid.
You know, I could have some
serious fun with this stuff.
Hmm, the speed of the cloning
gave each of them
a solitary,
distinct personality.
I should probably do
a risk assessment.
Nah-- I've got galactic
ice crystals to get.
Here's the list
of chores, gentlemen.
( rumbling )
Hey, you heard the man--
do your chores, boys.
But I've never
mailed a letter.
What if I get
my hand stuck in the box?
Hey, turn
that frown upside down,
Mr. Gloomy Gus.
Everything's going
to be terrific!
Mais oui!
Love is all around us.
Hey!
Let's do it to it.
And away...
we go.
Hello, Grandmother dear.
Where have you been?
This bench is too hard.
These birds are
getting too close.
The sun hurts my eyes.
Isn't it a beautiful day?
Aren't these birds
absolutely amazing?
Isn't it great
to be alive?
Ow...
CARL:
Oh, hi, Jimmy.
I have to do a report
on snails or Napoleon.
Can you help me?
What's the point
of doing homework?
We do it and
then what?
Poof--
we're gone.
Nothingness,
emptiness.
We're all just dust in the wind.
Okay, I don't want to be
dust in the wind.
He sh**t, he scores.
Neutron is definitely on.
Looking good.
You the man, you the man.
Hey, it's the Nickster.
Neutron?
What are you doing?
I'm walking here.
You got a problem with
that, skateboard boy?
Uh, "skateboard boy"?
Whoa,
check it out--
Neutron has the moves.
( crunching )
Well, how about next time
you get a board
that can handle
the Neutron style?
Later, Nick-o-rama.
Good boy, Goddard.
Galactic ice crystal harvesting
proceeding as planned.
And down on Earth, the clones
are performing my chores.
Retroville, we have no problems.
SHEEN:
I am UltraLord, and I will swing
my mighty bat of combat.
You can't catch me.
Yes, I can.
Hey, Jimmy, want to see
my new action figure?
Does Robin Hood
wear pantyhose?
Hey, why did UltraLord cover
himself with mayonnaise?
He wanted to make
a hero sandwich!
Hello--
anybody in there?
Paging Mr. Sheen.
The village called.
They want
their idiot back.
Are you okay, Jimmy?
Because you seem really weird.
I'm weird?!
( laughing ):
Come on!
You should see
UltraLord's Uncle Morris.
( sighs )
What do you want, Neutron?
To return a book
and to drink in your
beauty, Miss Vortex.
Very funny.
I jest not.
Shall I compare thee
to a summer's day?
No-- even Shakespeare
seems inadequate
to describe
your perfection.
Cut it out, Neutron,
before I barf!
Ah, ah, ah-- but before that,
would you favor me with a kiss?
Is he for real?
And what's with
the bad French accent?
( guitar playing )
♪ Oh, Cindy,
I love you, ♪
♪ More than
Albert Einstein's
theory of relativity ♪
♪ Oh, Cindy, ma cherie,
oh, my little Cindy ♪
♪ Would you please
come and kiss me? ♪
Wait, why you are sleeping?
Hey, buddy,
you want a pie?
Yeah!
( snickers )
You can't b*at
the classics.
Mmm... I'll say.
Mission accomplished:
space crystals acquired.
Clones should be arriving
in T minus one minute.
Everything going exactly as...
What?!
( people talking excitedly )
Calm down, folks.
Just tell me,
what did the Jimster do?
He busted my skateboard, dude!
He said I was going to be
dust in the wind.
He made me smile
and my dentures fell out.
He mocked UltraLord's family.
He made my heart sing and...
I mean, he said things to me
so vile and despicable
I cannot repeat them
in mixed company.
And he threw a pie in my face!
( chuckles )
You can't b*at the classics.
( growling )
I'm sure Jimmy had a good reason
for doing all these admittedly
strange, bizarre things, so...
Who wants pie?
( all growling )
( spits )
I'm good.
Oh, no, it was the clones.
I got to find them
so I can explain everything.
Goddard, locate clones.
I had the most scrumptious day
with my most
wonderful grandmama.
I fell in love
with a beautiful mademoiselle.
I did some cool moves
on a dude's skateboard,
but it couldn't take
my awesome power.
You know
what I'm saying?
JIMMY:
There you are.
CLONES:
Hi, Jimmy.
Follow me back to my house
so I can explain to everybody...
One, two,
three, four, five...
We're short
one clone.
We've got to find him, now!
It's that evil one.
He's so bad he makes Attila
the Hun look like Bambi!
We'll never find him--
we're doomed.
Hey, I'll find him
and take him down
all by myself
with my bare hands--
look out.
JIMMY:
He's close...
He's very close.
There!
( barking )
( no voice )
( both screaming )
( snickering )
Well, well, well...
if it isn't Jimmy,
Jimmy, Jimmy,
Jimmy, Goddard
and Jimmy.
You're going back to the lab
and I'm going to declone you.
I don't think so, kid.
I like being out
in the big, bad world.
Stop that person
who looks just like me!
Get him!
I'm not evil Jimmy.
He's evil Jimmy.
He's just trying to confuse you.
That's absurd
and reeks of mendacity.
I'm the genuine
and indisputable Jimmy.
Can't you tell by my
sophisticated vocabulary?
Are we playing a game?
I absolutely adore games.
I hate games.
Wait, wait, don't you see?
He's trying to trick you
by pretending to be
the real Jimmy.
Trust me.
I'm the real Jimmy.
Would I lie to you?
( all talking at once )
Guys, stop.
Wait a minute.
Think, think, think.
Brain blast!
I have to sacrifice
the ice crystals.
Goddard, let's cool
these clones down.
That's all, folks.
Adieu, mon ami.
Parting is such sweet...
Whoo, that is cold!
Yo, give me
your best sh*t, punk.
Oh, this is how it ends--
as ice cubes.
I've always wanted to be frozen.
This is a dream come true!
Aw, there goes
my perfect ice cream.
At least I can get
these clones back to...
Wait a minute-- one,
two, three, four, five...
We're missing one!
Hiya,
handsome.
Listen, you don't mind
if I borrow this, do you?
I mean, come on,
we're practically
related, right?
( snickering )
Got to blast.
CARL:
There he is!
SHEEN:
Get him!
Let's teach him
a lesson!
Wait, everyone!
Oh, I can explain.
And that's how it all .
Hmm, genetic replicants
manifesting
mutant side effects, eh?
As long as you got rid
of all the clones.
One Jimmy Neutron
in the world is
bad enough,
but six is blech!
Uh, dude,
you did catch
all of them, didn't you?
Uh... who would like
some pie at my house?
Uh, okay.
EVIL JIMMY:
Here's Jimmy!
( laughs evilly )
ALL:
Neutron...
So, uh, I take it
that means no pie.
( yells )
PIE MAN:
Get him!
GRANDMA:
Rip off
his head!
02x10 - MaternoTron Knows Best/Send in the Clones
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Follows a scientifically-minded boy named Jimmy Neutron who frequently goes on adventures with his two best friends Sheen and Carl, usually involving his inventions going awry.
Follows a scientifically-minded boy named Jimmy Neutron who frequently goes on adventures with his two best friends Sheen and Carl, usually involving his inventions going awry.