03x21 - Erase Yer Head

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Macarthur: Helloooooo?

- How'd you get in here? The front door was locked.

- Yeah, you should leave it unlocked.

It was crazy hard to kick in.

(Wood clanks)

Anyhoo, I got a package for... Creepy Kid in Egg Chair.

- That's me. - GAH!

This job does not pay enough.

- You're getting packages delivered to the school?

I don't like this.

- This should do the trick.

- A space w*apon from the future?!

I definitely don't like that!

- (Sigh) But you never said space weapons from the future

were against the rules, did you?

- Well... no.

- Then I guess we're good. - But--

Okay Gwen, you win this time.

- For the record, it's not a "space w*apon from the future".

Heh, that would be ridiculous.

It's a personality modifying ray.

It can make people nice, mean,

obedient, maudlin; anything!

I'm going to use it on my parents.

You see... they're going through a hipster phase

and it's frightening.

- I'll be in the haunted house all day! See ya!

- Wait! Pics or it didn't happen!

- Uggh. Fine, make it quick.

(Camera clicks)

- And look at your face. Hashtag gorgeous!

- What did you do to my face?!

- Oh wow, look at all the fun we had.

Let's go home.

- (Growl grows to a scream)

- Yes, my parents are... millennials.

This ray might fix 'em, but it could be dangerous.

So, to be safe, I'll test it on a few kids first.

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- Uh... S'up, dudette?

- How ya feeling today?

Maybe... sad?

(Ray zap) - (Sad) Duuuude.

- Okay, sad works. Let's try anxious,

(Ray zap) - Dude!

Angry... (Ray zap)

- Dude! - Confused...

(Ray zap) - Dude?

- Nice. Thanks Jude. As you were.

- (Confused giggle) (Cashing thud)

- That worked, but Jude's a pushover.

I better test it on more intense personalities.

That looks pretty intense.

- There you go, Cody. Since you let me bury you,

here's a cupcake just like I promised.

- Wow, thanks Duncan. You're a great friend.

And now these ants want to be my friend!

(Metal clank, snarl)

- AAAAAH! they're biting me!

These ants aren't good friends at all!

- (Laughs)

- Guys, SHHH!

I'm working on my extra credit assignment!

I know it's not due until the end of the year,

but still.

- Yep. Duncan's the biggest jerk alive.

Cody's spineless. And Courtney's so uptight

she could crush coal into diamonds.

Time for a change.

Let's make Duncan more...

disciplined.

- (Laughs) Ooo... I hope they feed you to their queen.

(Ray zap) - (Sighs)

Outdoor play ended twenty-eight seconds ago!

Chef is so irresponsible. I better get inside.

- Well, ants. I guess it's just you and me.

- Next up, an assertive Cody.

(Ray zap) - RRRRRAH!

AHHHH! BACK OFF, ANTS!

You need to learn proper social boundaries.

- Amazing.

Now Courtney. Time to chill out.

- There. Finished.

Now I'll just proof read it and-- (Ray zap) RRRAH!

Whoa...

there are so many words in this thing,

it's stressin' me out.

There, now you can't hurt anyone else with your words.

- If messing with people's heads is wrong,

I don't wanna be right.

- NO! PLEASE! DON'T DO IT, DUNCAN!

- Don't do ...what?

- Whatever it was you were going to do to me.

- I have no idea what you mean.

I just want to stand here and think about

what I can do to be a better role model for my classmates.

- What is happening? - I don't know.

I've just realized how fun it is to avoid mischief.

- Oh, that's a relief,

because I just finished a very delicate project.

(Button clicks)

- Behold, the glasses straightener.

Before, whenever I had to straighten my glasses,

I left finger prints on them.

But not anymore! Observe!

(Arm whirs)

Heh, if someone got their hands on this controller

they sure could have some fun at my expense.

- I don't see how anyone would enjoy doing that to someone.

- Whew! I will now place it on this cubbie -

right beside the blueberry pie, a rubber mallet,

and a diagram on how to give the perfect wedgie.

There. Now I can walk away safely.

- (Moaning) Huh? Stop it, hand.

I said stop!

- Duncan, what are you doing?

- I-I don't know.

I don't wanna prank, but I have an urge to prank.

(Ray zap) - AGH!

- Set up too easy.

Can't. Not. Prank.

- It's like he's becoming immune.

Maybe a few more tries.

(Ray zap) - Strong...urge...

(Ray zap) Come to Papa...

HA!

- Welp. I tried.

Duncan: Harold! - Yes?

(Splat) (Mechanical arm whirs)

(Mallet thuds) (Evil giggling)

- Hm. Maybe Duncan's a special case.

But I should probably check on the others.

- I am so sorry, ants! Please forgive me!

If you'll be my friends again,

I'll let you eat the cupcake.

(Ants cheer) It's working!

OUCH! The ants want to be my friends again!

OW! OWIE-OWIE-OW!

- Cody's a fail but at least Courtney's still okay.

- (Slurping)

- You get an A at being chill.

- Cool, bra.

Wait. Why not an A plus?

Am I slacking off at slacking off?!

I need to write an essay on how to slack of.

- (Sigh) Okaaaaaay.

So it only lasts a few minutes.

There must be some way to turbo charge this thing

into making the change permanent. Hm...

(Electricity crackles)

- Hey. Stop what you're doing.

- Is there a rule against using your car

to super charge a mind blaster?

- Hmm... Guhh!

I gotta update these rules of mine!

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(Flames whoosh) Chef: My car!

- AHHH! My glutes can't take the pressure!

- (Laughs) This is the best.

(Door bursts open)

- Obey your blaster.

(Ray zap) - AGH!

- Thanks for inviting me to your house,

but my body feels a little numb.

(Ray zap)

(Ray zap)

- (Blows) Attitude problem... solved.

- Soooooo chiiiiiill.... (Slurps)

- That's pretty chill.

(Rock thuds) - Cody, you feeling assertive?

- (Demonic voice) THE WORLD BELONGS TO ME!

(Flames whoosh) BWAHAHA!

- Very good.

- Duncan, you disciplined?

- Must obey. Must obey.

- Well, everything seems in order here.

- Little help? - Must obey.

(Mechanical arm whirs)

- No! That's Cody's now, called it!

- Must obey.

(Landing thud) - OOF! (Pained grunt)

- You're Cody's now! Everything is Cody's!

- Now-now, Cody. If something belongs to you,

you should put it in your cubby.

Imma walk away now.

- HAROLD! GET IN MY CUBBY!

- Must obey.

- Whoa! What's going on?

(Mechanical whir)

ANTS? GET IN MY CUBBY!

(Chainsaw whirs, tree thuds)

Bees? GET IN MY CUBBY!

(Keys clack, engine roars to a halt)

- ARMY? GET IN MY CUBBY!

- Wow. That is so... not my problem.

- EGGCHAIR? GET IN MY CUBBY!

- Must obey!

- Okay, now they crossed a line.

Chef, Cody n' Duncan are being bad.

- Troublemakers. I'll look into it.

- Chill, Chef. S'all good, man.

Just live your life

or whatever. (Slurps)

- Oh that's a relief. Thanks, Courtney.

- What?! But, Chef. The noise?!

- Yeah, but... Courtney's the biggest tattletale

who ever tattled a tale.

She does it like, all the time.

So if she says s'all good, s'all good.

- What do you mean we can't fit anything else in there?

(Muffled moans)

- Dude, stop being such a try-hard.

Let the cubby take what it wants.

- You mean attach a turbo vacuum

so my cubby sucks in the entire school?

Duncan, can you--

- (Robotic voice) Way ahead of you.

- The blaster may be a little over powered,

but at least I won't have to take anymore family selfies.

(Vacuum whirs) What now?!

- Hey! What's going on?!

(Vacuum whirs) OH NO!

I never should've listened to COURTNEYYYYY!

(Evil laughter)

- That does it!

Someone needs an attitude adjustment.

- Give that to Cody!

- Yeah. That's the idea. - Must obey.

- Duncan, blast Cody! - Must obey.

- No, blast Gwen! - Must obey.

- Cody! - Gwen!

- Cody! - Gwen!

- Cody! - Gwen! - Cody!

- Duncan, Pretend you're a chicken!

- Must obey.

BUCK-BUCK-BUGAAAWK!

- How does that help? - It's hilarious.

- It's about to become super hilarious.

- Cody, no!

That could permanently change someone's personality!

It would be (realizing) wrong to do that.

Huh.

- Well, then you're about to become...

something you fear the most!

- WAIT. NO! (Ray zap)

(Evil laughter)

DAYCARE! GET IN MY CUBBY!

FULLPOWER!

(Beep, mechanical whirring) - AHHHHH!

- DUUUUUUUUUUUDE!

Duncan: BU-GAAAAAAWK!

- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Loud collapse)

- That's odd. I coulda sworn there was a school here.

- Hashtag hi parents! I'm ready for pickup!

- Gwen? Are you feeling okay?

(Snaps fingers) - Sure am silly.

- What have we done to her?

- We're deleting ourselves off social.

- B-R-Beeeeeeee! (Camera clicks)

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