02x09 - Sheen's Brain

[bunniefuu]

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]

[ ringing]

Okay, that history test was hard.

Yeah.

Now I know how you guys feel

when I b*at on you.

"Four score and seven years ago..."

Oxygen!

Hey, guys.

Man, that test was cake.

I didn't know whether to answer the questions

or put frosting on them.

Am I right?

Actually, Sheen,

I thought it was challenging.

"Challenging"?

My Grandma's Chihuahua could have aced it.

I've done connect-the-dot drawings that were harder.

Sheen!

Excuse me, Miss Fowl probably wants

to congratulate me on a job well done.

JIMMY and CARL: Quadruple F-minus?!

Well, how would I know

Ultra Lord wasn't the father of our country?

That's what the Ultra Lord Web site says.

Wait, didn't you write

the Ultra Lord Web site?

Your point?

Oh... anyway,

Miss Fowl said if I don't pass

tomorrow's math final,

I'm going to be left back!

Left back? That's terrible.

Tell me about it.

I can't be in a class with babies

who wet their pants and cry for their mommies.

Well, Sheen, technically, they'd be

the same age we are now,

and we don't wet our pants and cry for...

What?

Sheen, I won't allow Miss Fowl

to leave you back.

No way!

We're the three amigops.

"The three amigops"?

Yeah, well, you see, I was making us name tags,

and I accidentally added a "P" to "amigos."

Pardon me, but my life is ending!

Don't worry, Sheen.

We'll help you pass that math test

if it takes all night.

Yeah!

No one splits up the three amigops.

Sorry, Carl.

Okay.

Okay, Sheen, show me

how you usually study.

Right.

ULTRA LORD: I would like to welcome...

Whoa, Sheen.

What are you doing?

What? I always watch Ultra Lord

while I do my homework.

Well, no wonder

you're having trouble concentrating.

See... trouble, no have concentrating.

Hey, what's going on?

Look, Sheen.

If you want to pass tomorrow's test,

you have to pay attention.

Let's try some questions from our textbook.

Hit it, Carl.

CARL: Tom has three pieces of bubble gum.

If he trades all his gum to Ida

for two raisins per piece,

how many raisins will Tom have?

What sort of idiot would trade bubble gum for raisins?

That's not the point.

Is he some kind of health nut?

If you ask me, Tom needs counseling.

And what kind of name is Ida?

What's it short for:

I'd have preferred a different name?

Sheen, concentrate.

I am concentrating.

Hey, look-- TV.

TV go dark.

Carl, let's go to plan B.

Right, Jimmy.

What's this?

Negative reinforcement.

Every time you get distracted,

Carl will issue a small shock to your thorax.

Sounds like fun.

Let's begin.

Seven times seven.

.

Eight times ten.

Hey, look, a fly.

[ yells]

Six times five.

I'm thirsty.

[ yells]

Nine times nine.

There's that fly again.

[ yells]

Twelve times ten.

I don't like this game.

Carl.

Hey, look-- TV.

This is Useless.

Jimmy, don't give up on me.

You're my only hope.

Well, I suppose I could...

Nah.

What?

I could turn the brain-drain helmet

into a brain-gain helmet, but...

What?

I'm about to be left back with dummies

when you could boost my IQ with the press of a button?

Well, Sheen, it's never been tried before.

The risks would be enormous.

I don't care about that.

The only thing I care about is...

What were we talking about?

Oh, look-- TV.

I'll get started on the helmet.

Don't worry, Sheen.

I'm just going to stimulate

your cerebral cortex.

Stipulate away, Jimmy.

I trust you completely.

You do?

Three amigops, Jimmy.

Three amigops.

Well, Sheen, how do you feel?

Pretty stupid.

Oh, well.

Can't say we didn't try.

No, I mean, pretty stupid of you to forget the binomial expansion

of a negative prime number yields

its equal and opposite trigonometric value.

He spoke math.

He spoke math.

It worked.

Sheen, you're a genius.

Brain pulsing, thoughts racing...

I am a genius!

Go, Sheen.

Go, Sheen.

You're a genius.

You're a genius.

Remember, children,

don't think of this as a final exam.

Think of it as % of your grade.

[ laughing]

Psst, Carl.

Hmm?

Where's Sheen?

Yes, Jimmy,

where is our friend Sheen today?

Good morrow, scholars.

Sorry I'm tardy.

I was doing today's crossword puzzle in pen.

Big deal-- my dad and I do the crossword puzzle often.

In the Beijing Times?

Here's your test, Sheen.

Take a seat and get started.

Remember, class, if you get stuck on a question,

just skip it and come back to it later.

Done.

What?

But that's impossible.

I'd have finished sooner

if someone hadn't been blathering away.

Sweet muffins.

These answers are right.

Of course they're right.

They're obvious to anyone with half a brain,

let alone this slack-jaw collection of nitwits.

Hey, my doctor says

my jaw's only slightly slack.

Yeah, ultra dork--

since when are you lord of the smarts?

Since yesterday.

Observe.

Rb.

Rubidium.

Alkali metal discovered in ,

melting point centigrade.

Neptune, eighth planet from the sun

principal moons, Triton and Nereid.

named for the Roman god of water.

Carl Wheezer, mammalian order,

primate, % water, % carbon, % mucous.

[ sneezes]

%mucous.

Any questions?

Yes-- How would you like to sit down?!

CLASS: Yeah, sit down.

Go ahead, mock all you want.

The barbs of a tiny brain are as nothing to me.

[ laughing maniacally]

Could I be excused?

No.

May I not be unexcused?

Y-y-y-yes?

Psych!

[ laughing]

[ growling]

Jimmy, what's wrong with Sheen?

I don't know.

His IQ should have stopped increasing hours ago.

I'd better get to the lab.

Miss Fowl, will you not let me not leave the classroom?

No.

Yes.

Thank you.

Oh!

[ quietly]: Jimmy and Sheen need me.

I can't let them down.

Miss Fowl, can I never ever not be disexcused sometimes?

Plant it!

Okay.

Done.

Carl-- Carl, can you read me?

Jimmy, Sheen's at the Candy Bar.

But you'd better hurry.

Things are getting ugly.

I said,

give me my free sundae.

And I said there's no way you could've known

there were , beans in that jar without cheating.

I told you, I used a complex algorithm,

based on the dimensions of the jar.

Yesterday you thought seashells were money.

Today you're using algorithms?

Yesterday I wasn't a genius.

Now, give me my ice cream, monkey boy.

I heard that, Carl.

I didn't say anything.

I heard your thoughts.

You think I'm being an annoying doofus.

Carl, I found the brain-drain helmet

and got here as fast as I...

Leaping electrons-- What happened to Sheen's head?

Neutron, this has your stink all over it.

Jimmy, Sheen's brain is still growing,

and he's also being an annoying doofus.

I knew it!

Sheen, the math test is over,

so it's time to turn you back to normal.

I don't want to go back.

I'm seeing things clearly

for the first time.

Besides, everyone loves the new me.

ALL: No, we don't.

Silence!

[ thunder roaring]

Trust me, Sheen, you don't want to be a genius--

always having to help people with homework...

Always endangering the town

with your stupid inventions.

Always being a pain in the butt.

Nobody asked you!

So I'll put this helmet back on your head, and...

Don't come any closer, Neutron.

Butch, Nick, grab him.

You disappoint me, Jimmy.

[ yelling]

[ laughing maniacally]

[ laughing maniacally]

Hey, Little Big Head.

I just cleaned there.

My intelligence is wasted here.

I should be building empires, commanding armies.

Today, Retroville, tomorrow, the world.

Don't tell me that's just hormones.

I don't understand it.

I was only trying to boost his IQ so he'd pass the math test.

Oh, is that all?

And what if we all went around

freakishly enlarging our friends' heads?

Ooh, me first, me first.

Was that a rhetorical question?

Carl, follow me.

Right behind you, Jimmy.

Vox, analyze brain-gain helmet

to determine maximum possible IQ increase.

VOX: Analyzing.

JIMMY: It's just like I feared.

If left unchecked,

Sheen's IQ will keep growing to infinity.

Wow, he'll be really good at board games.

No, Carl, you don't understand.

Sheen's brain is programmed to keep growing.

If we don't get that brain-drain helmet on him soon,

his head will explode.

[ yells]

Ew.

[ metal creaking]

SHEEN: Attention, Retroville.

I said...

[ booming voice]: "Attention, Retroville."

[ thunder roaring]

Don't be alarmed, unless you find it alarming

that I'm declaring myself supreme overlord of the town,

in which case, be very alarmed.

[ expressing dismay]

And now, for my queen, I shall choose

the fairest and most beautiful of the town's females.

I'm afraid of commitment.

I didn't mean you.

Libby Folfax,

come on down!

Oh, he must be bugging.

[ yells]

LIBBY: Get me down.

Reign with me, Libby.

Together we shall rule Retroville in glory.

I don't think so.

But you'll be a model.

Portraits will depict you

in the finest robes and jewelry.

Sheen, there is no way I'm...

Did you say robes and jewelry?

What the heck-- I'll give it a sh*t.

Huzzah!

Sheen said he wanted to rule an empire.

Disguising the brain-drain helmet as a crown

might convince him to put it on.

But Jimmy, what if he reads our minds?

Just keep your mind on other things.

Think of baby llamas frolicking in the meadow.

Okay.

Oh, look at him!

Hi, baby llam...

[ all crying out]

So you see, Libby, the force between any two bodies

is inversely proportional

to the square of the distance between them.

Sheen, let them down!

No, that's gravity.

We haven't gotten there yet.

Hail, mighty overlord!

What the...

We have brought you a magnificent crown,

crafted from the finest semiprecious metals,

to celebrate your glorious reign.

Hmm...

It is rather fetching.

Bestow it on my head.

Not you...

Carl.

[ thoughts echoing]: Baby llamas in the meadow.

Baby llamas in the meadow.

Oh, no, one of them's escaping.

He's heading towards town.

"Town" rhymes with "crown"!

Jimmy and I disguised the brain-drain helmet as a crown!

I heard that.

Sheen, please,

we're trying to help you.

Your brain is growing at a dangerously fast pace!

Silence!

You have plotted against the overlord.

Your insolence has angered me!

Oh, no!

Jimmy, I don't like lightning.

It makes my hair stand up funny.

Dance, you tinybrains.

[ yelling]

Keep dodging, Carl.

I have an idea.

What's going on?

I've deflected the lightning

by turning that radio antenna into a supermagnet.

Hmm... very resourceful.

But let's see how quickly you think in... quicksand.

[ yelling]

Libby, what kind of decor

were you thinking of for our castle?

Oh, Sheen, stop it.

You're hurting Carl and Jimmy.

I prefer a classic contemporary feel,

but I'd consider French colonial.

This is the end.

My entire life's flashing before my eyes.

Good-bye, world.

Okay, why aren't I sinking?

Carl, your high body-fat content

is making you sink less quickly.

Maybe you could reach into my knapsack.

Jimmy, I'm sure Miss Fowl will give us

extensions on our homework.

Just do it.

Now, feel around for my shrink ray.

Found it.

Good.

Aim it at that light post.

[ grunting]

Bravo, very impressive.

You've had your fun, Sheen.

Now, let us go.

Yeah, just let them go, Sheen.

Hmm... I do grow bored.

Perhaps it is time I spare you.

"Spare," get it?

It's a pun.

[ yelling]

[ laughing maniacally]

Poor Sheen.

"Poor Sheen"?

He just used us to practice his seven/ten split.

Yeah, but his head's still going to explode,

and Sheen's still our best friend somewhere deep down.

Wait a minute-- that's it.

Hey, yeah!

Now, when you say, "it"...?

Somewhere deep inside that giant brain

is the old Sheen.

If we can reach that part of him,

we might have a chance.

Well, how do we do that?

I control the wind, and I shall rain fire down from the heavens.

Good-bye, Sheen the overlord.

Hello, Sheen the god!

[ thunder roaring]

That's it, I've had it

with you and your big, freaky head.

Wait, come back.

You'll like being the wife of a god.

I'll let you choose the patio furniture.

[ powerfully]: Greetings,

One called "Sheen."

Ultra Lord?

Left, right...

left.

Okay, stop, Carl.

Is it really you?

You betcha.

I have come to welcome you

to the pantheon of the super-powerful.

Wait a minute.

How do I know you're not an impostor?

Hmm... I see your point.

Well, I guess I'll be on my way.

Wait, don't go.

It's just the odds of meeting

the actual Ultra Lord at this very moment

are , to one.

Well, if you want to make sure it's me,

why not ask me a series of difficult trivia questions?

Hey, good idea.

Be ready on the Ultra Lord Web site, Carl.

I'm on it, Jimmy.

Where were you born?

[ keys beeping]

On planet Mektar, in Vector

of the Nebulon Galaxy.

Good.

What's your favorite snack?

Nitrogen bar

and a decaf latte.

Correct-- What did Robofin say

when you blasted him with your ion ray?

[ sneezing]

Ow!

That's right!

He said "Ow."

Yeah, you are Ultra Lord.

Join me, Ultra Lord.

With my brains and your magna-canons,

we'll rule the universe!

It's a deal, but first I need an ultra favor.

Anything-- just name it.

I need you to... drain your brain.

Huh?

But... but why?

You're too smart.

The other super-powerful guys will think you're annoying.

I won't do it.

Your hero, Ultra Lord, commands you.

I won't.

Put it on!

You dare to order me!

Feel the wrath of my brain.

[ static buzzing]

Jimmy...

and Carl.

What have I done?

I've lost my two best friends in the world.

What good is it to be ruler of the world

if it means destroying everything you once held dear?

On the other hand, I'd never have to do my own laundry.

No, no, no...

it's got to be done.

Good-bye, brain, old friend.

Sheen?

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Thank goodness you're alive.

I thought I'd lost you guys forever.

Hey, Sheen, your head's not horrendously bulbous anymore.

Carl, old buddy,

I've learned a priceless lesson today.

You mean about how friendship

is an immutable bond

that can weather the harshest storm?

Yeah, something like that.

So how long

do I get to keep the costume?

Ow, that hurt!

Ow, that hurt!

Maybe it's worn off by now.

Ow, that hurt!

Ow, that hurt!

Ow, that hurt!

Ow, that hurt!

No, Sheen, the chemical name of salt

is not Hermie Schwartzbohm!

[ bell rings]

Don't worry, Sheen.

At least acing the math test means

you won't be left back.

I'm glad I'm not a genius anymore.

It's too much pressure.

That's the spirit.

So you want to come over and watch TV?

I can't-- I got a job offer yesterday.

I need the money.

Check you later.

Hello, and welcome to advanced chemical engineering.

My name's Professor Sheen, and I shall be learning you today.

Hi, I'm Paul!

JIMMY: Got to blast.