[Jenny]
♪ 5:00, get a call
to go blading ♪
♪ at the skate park
down by the mall, ♪
♪ but my mom says ♪
♪ I gotta prevent
hostile aliens ♪
♪ from annihilating us all. ♪
Hyah!
♪ With the strength
of a million and 70 men, ♪
♪ I guess I really
shouldn't complain. ♪
♪ Still, I wish I could
go for a walk ♪
♪ without rusting
in the rain. ♪
♪ It's enough
to fry my brain. ♪
♪ So welcome to my life
as a teenage robot, ♪
♪ the story of my life
as a teenage robot. ♪
♪ My teenage robot life. ♪
And it is American
Tuck Carbunkle
taking ze lead
ze the Tour de France!
And as we head
for the photo finish--
[brakes squealing]
You call that
a bicycle?
That is
for the baby.
Balance impaired,
baby biker.
[laughter]
That's it.
I'm going to learn
how to ride a two-wheeler.
Easy, girl.
Steady.
Good bikey.
Easy.
Easy.
crash!
I'm going to need help.
[meter ticking]
ding!
crash!
Come to Mama!
crash!
zoom!
clank!
zoom!
Space fighters--
they never learn.
And where's the rest
of your sordid g*ng?
Oh, here they come!
[gasps]
kapow!
boom! boom! boom! boom!
Hey, Jenn!
I need your help
right away!
zoom!
I'm kinda busy, Tuck.
boing!
wham!
Ha! Ha!
Robot girls--they never learn!
Now's our chance to do
a little body work.
clang! rattle!
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
What happened?
Very funny, Letta.
When I've changed
back, I'll--
chug! chug! chug!
What the--?
I can't transform back!
They must have soldered
my joints together.
Ooh--
when I catch up
with them!
Get on, Tuck.
What do you need me for?
I can steer.
But I need you
to work the throttle.
Okay...
on one condition!
[ratcheting]
These aren't just
for me, you know.
Just get on, Tuck.
Now grab my throttle.
What, this?
[gears shifting]
[rock and roll music]
boing!
[motorcycle accelerating]
vroom!
Jenny, I just--
Shut your fish-hole!
You're going to change
my body back,
or so help me I'll---
whoosh!
crash!
Training wheels?
Whew!
bang!
zoom!
[squealing tires]
vroom!
[truck honking]
vroom!
[tires squealing]
We gotta slow down!
No!
Faster! Faster!
We can't boost yet.
Everybody split up!
zoom!
[engines revving]
[tires squealing]
zoom!
[tires squealing]
zoom!
boink!
Ha! Ha!
Nice try!
Jenny, no!
Noooooo!
vroom!
[motor accelerating]
We have boost!
[engines accelerating]
zing!
Oh, well, looks like
the chase is--
g*n it, Tuck!
g*n it!
[engine accelerating]
vroom!
She's crazy!
I think we tightened
her lug nuts too hard.
[engine sputtering]
Ha! Ha!
Happy landings, robot girl!
zoom!
clunk!
vroom!
[brakes squealing]
I think I just wet myself.
This isn't over.
Saddle up, Tucker.
We're headed
to the planet of the bikers.
The planet of the bikers!
Planet of the bikers!
Planet of the bikers!
Planet of the bikers!
[motorcycles rumbling]
[engines roaring]
[chain rattling]
clang!
[brakes squealing]
bang!
thud!
boing!
[roaring]
clang! crash! clang!
[all]
Hooray!
[engines roaring]
[engiboing!aring]
[buzzing]
vroom!
Forget it!
I'm not going!
That motorcycle chase was
more than enough excitement
for my tender years.
Tuck, come on!
You love interstellar
adventures!
And I promise we'll take it
nice and slow and safe.
I know just the ship
to get us there.
[Tuck]
Nooo, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no!
That's a death-mobile!
How about that one?
[Jenn]
That's for old ladies!
Mom takes that for picnics
on the Moon.
It's that or nothing.
[Jenn]
We are so gonna get
our butts kicked.
Next stop,
the planet of the bikers.
[put-put-putting]
This is weird!
It looks entirely too...nice!
[Tuck]
Don't fool yourself.
It's writhing
with cycle-riding fiends,
hungry for blood!
Then where are they?
Sleeping off last night's
blood-thirsty carousing?
Good morning!
What's your name?
Uh...
My name's Jimmy!
I like your swell helmet!
[all]
Good morning!
How'd you like to come over
to our house for breakfast, huh?
My name's Scamp!
How'd you like
to go fishing?
Good morning!
Would you like
some apple pie?
Uh...no,
thank you, ma'am.
Ma'am, have you seen anybody
like me riding a motorcycle?
Maybe not so friendly?
No, can't say
that I have.
This is weird.
Their ion trail led us
to this planet,
but where are
the bikers?
There!
Where?
Right there!
Who do
you think?--
It's Tammy!
Come on, we're going
to lose her!
vroom!
squeak!
See, right there!
[Jenn]
A school?
[teacher]
Good morning, class.
Good morning, Miss Tammers!
Oooh!
Now, if you'll open your
textbooks to page 69--
gasp!
Um...
silent reading
for five minutes.
I'll be right back.
What's the matter?
That little boy
from Tremorton!
I--I just saw him
looking through my--
crash! vroom!
Just look what a girl
can learn in school!
Um, uh--I don't know
who you are, young man,
but no motorcycles
are allowed in--
Give it a rest, Sledge.
You're not fooling me
with your silly disguises.
I think I need to have a word
with your principal!
vroom!
gasp!
Nice training wheels.
You can drop
the costume, Letta.
Ha, ha!
This isn't a disguise.
I really am a school principal.
We all work here
and live here.
We have friends,
homes, careers.
Sledge has two guppies
and another on the way!
Awww!
What, did you really think
that we rode motorcycles
We'd serve no purpose
or greater good!
We'd run out
of money!
And our butts
would really hurt!
We work hard.
So who's going to blame us
if we blow off a little steam
on the weekends?
You call terrorizing my hometown
"blowing off steam"?
Look what you did to me!
If you don't change me back
right now,
I'll blab your secret
to the entire school.
[all gasp]
Oh, my goodness!
If the ladies in the sewing
circle find out
we've been cruising around
in leather and chains--
[laughing]
You can tell whoever you like,
but I doubt that anybody's
going to believe
the tales of a little boy
and his talking motorcycle.
[laughter]
clang!
Fine, then we'll reveal
your schoolmarm identities
to the Interplanetary League
of Villains.
You'll never be able
to show your face
at the penal colony
reunions again!
The League won't believe you,
either.
But they'll believe this!
Say cheese!
click!
This will be
on the front page
of every biker newsletter
in the galaxy!
vroom!
Stop them!
vroom!
How are we doing?
We can't upload
the picture--signal's too weak!
We need to get closer to an
uplink tower satellite thingy!
vroom!
There we go!
[pinging]
[chains rattling]
clang!
Oh, man!
zing!
crash!
[chains whistling]
smash!
boom!
gloop!
This is getting us nowhere.
That's it.
It's time to school these fish.
I got an idea.
vroom!
[tires squealing]
zoom!
[wheel rattling]
[tires squealing]
vroom!
Aaaaah!
crash!
[truck beeping]
boom!
glug! glug! glug!
vroom!
splat!
[coughing]
vroom!
What did I miss?
What did I miss?
vroom!
Now give me that picture!
boing!
Our staff is composed
of thugs and ruffians!
And to think I invited her
to join the glee club!
There's no place for biker scum
on our planet!
[whistling]
They fell for it hook,
line, and sinker!
We're ruined.
Sweetie, it's me,
Miss Tammers!
[sobbing]
You've got too far
this time, XJ9.
We pull a simple prank,
and you destroy our lives!
You and your boy are done for!
Oh, we only ruined
half your lives.
Now let's ruin the rest!
No! No! No!
Don't sent that picture!
I'll put Jenny
back the way she was.
I better get off before she
takes off the training wheels.
Tuck, those fell off
a while ago.
I was riding
without training wheels?
I was riding
without training wheels!
[put-put-putting]
It feels so good
to be back to normal.
Not half as good
as it feels to be home.
[whirring]
[laughing]
He's got training wheels
on that thing!
The tricycle is
too hard for him!
He needs
the quad-cycle!
They aren't training--
ah, who cares what you think.
One last ride?
Let's do it!
[chattering]
beep beep!
We're here!
The day can start!
[all]
Hooray!
I must say, Britt,
you lookin' pretty phat!
You on fire!
Straight up, girl!
And you're sounding quite
the b*mb yourself.
You know, there's nothing more
important than staying current
with the times in fashion,
action, and diction.
Later, Jenn.
See you later, alligator.
Alligator!
Did she really say,
"See you later, alligator?"
Sho' did!
You sound like my grandmama,
if she was a loser!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
[all laughing]
Yeah... well, uh...
up your nose with a rubber hose!
[girls laughing]
Up your nose
with a rubber hose!
What are you doing,
Jenn?
What I should have done
a long time ago--
learning slang.
Okay...
how old is that thing?
Gnarly!
[Violet]
Ahem!
Hey, guys and dolls,
I'm Violet!
You look like the bee's knees,
and it would be the cat's meow
if I could b*at my gums
with you a bit.
What did she just say?
I have no idea!
Oh, applesauce!
Don't get in a lather
over it, Jenn.
Hey, how'd you know
my name?
Jeepers creepers...
lucky guess?
Jeepers creepers?
Heebie-jeebies?
Heebie-jeebies?
She's as geeky
as you are.
Mind your potatoes,
sugar daddy.
Ah...now, don't take
any wooden nickels...
dollface!
You know, you remind me
of this old cockroach.
And do you know
what I do to cockroaches?
I smash them!
clang!
That wretched X-J9.
What must I do to destroy her?
Did you say...
"XJ9"?
Did you say,
"destroy"?
I thought if I blended
in with her peers,
I could launch an att*ck
when her defenses were down
and exact revenge on her
for ruining my life.
But I cannot comprehend
today's teen lifestyle.
Perhaps all you need
is a helping hand.
Now, Vex dear,
if you are going to fit in,
you'll have to learn a thing
or two about teen culture.
And slang!
First, you must act like
absolutely nothing bothers you.
Yeah, you know, chill!
Chill.
Yeah.
Keep it on the down low.
Down low.
Nothing bothers me.
Right, except anything
that's related to other teens.
Yeah, if Patricia says
that Don and Jantrice
was chillin' at the mall,
then you're like,
"straight up."
Straight up?
Dang.
You look nasty, girl.
Now, you're bound to do
something uncouth.
So when you do, you must act
like you meant to do it.
Meant to do it?
Don't implode.
Just act like you're
a step ahead of the rest.
Dang, girl!
Nothin' hangs right on you!
Well, you're a bug.
Don't you got some
camouflage or somethin'?
Aha!
Perhaps if I transform!
ping!
Now, that's what
I'm talkin' about!
Excellent!
Any final words, Tiff?
Look, Vex, just don't go buggin'
and actin' like a punk.
You gots to be poppin', classy.
Act like you got
some badunkadunk!
Can you represent?
Whateva'?
Our student
is ready!
[chattering]
beep beep!
Everyone,
meet our other cousin--
Vickie!
[all gasping]
Great. All we need
is another stuffed Krust.
[boy]
Look at her designer threads!
[girl]
She sure knows couture!
Know couture?
We're tighter than your jeans.
[girl]
And her hairstyle is
just like supermodel Nana!
Who's dome do you think
she sampled that from?
Make way! Make way! Make way!
clang!
Excuse me, dorkus!
Hey, that's totally
uncool slang!
gasp!
In fact, you remind me
of this old cockroach.
You must see
a lot of cockroaches,
hiding under a rock.
If you hadn't been,
you'd know that
"dorkus" is back!
[laughter]
Vickie's way too cool
to be Vexus.
And just cool enough
for the Bradster.
You are pullin'
it off, dog,
thanks to us.
Yes. Everything is going
according to plan.
Now, I need you to place these
disrupters around the school.
What do they do?
When I activate them,
XJ9 will be in a world of hurt.
They don't look
like much.
Trust me.
You know how to be a teen.
I know how to be an evil
villain.
Be thorough!
I want disrupters
in every nook and cranny.
And what are you
going to do?
I'm a queen.
I delegate.
ping!
ping!
sploosh!
[disrupters tweeting]
Now, that is one
nook and cranny
I never want
to see again!
Was that the last one?
Yes! Let's hurry up
and get back to our posse.
Lunch is almost over!
[all chattering]
[girl]
Isn't she cool?
Move aside,
yesterday's news!tering]
Seems like Vickie is
quite the popular one.
Yeah.
Maybe too poppins.
Ahem!
A word?
[boy]
Diggity, yeah!
We did what you wanted.
It's time to kick
that meta-fool's butt!
What's the rush?
It's been a while since I've had
a kingdom to reign over
and peons to worship me.
I'm enjoying
the attention.
But it's our attention
that you thievin'!
Look, Vexus.
We had a deal.
We help you sneak
under Jenny's radar...
And you trash her!
And I can trash
you both too!
So why don't
you relax...
or should I say,
"chizzle your badunkadunk"?
Follow me, my posse!
[hooting and cheering]
[all cheering]]
[hollow wind whistling]
smooch! smooch! smooch!
[all]
Yay!
boink!
bop! bop! bop!
boing! boing! boing! boing!
[Vickie]
I want to thank you
for nominating me
for class president,
even though the election
was over a month ago.
But I have to politely
turn you down.
[all]
Aww!
I don't want to be
your president.
I want to be your queen!
[cheering and applause]
I'm ready to rule this school!
Wow! Good-looking,
and she rhymes too!
This has gone
too far.
We must dethrone her!
Come on!
And as your queen,
I promise to abolish exams,
cafeteria food,
nerds, and ugly clothing,
and I will always
put looking good
at the top of my priority list!
Not if we have anything
to say about it!
boink!
clank!
[coleslaw squishing]
bonk!
clank!
ping!
splat!
[audience gasping]
Traitors! Look at what they
almost did to Vickie!
They must be banned
from popularity!
att*ck!
[all shouting]
clunk!
No one crosses the queen bee!
[boy]
Welcome to the D&D club,
fellow outcasts!
Jenny, boy, am I glad
to see you!
You're the only one.
Everyone else is clustered
around Vickie in the cafeteria.
boing!
Oh, that's where she is!
Thanks for the assist!
Jenny!
You have to help us!
And everyone
at Tremorton High!
Vickie is evil.
Tell me something
I don't know.
Remember that cockroach
she reminded you of?
bang!
[Jenn]
Vickie!
Or should I say Vexus?
Vexus?
[gasping]
The evil villain?
Cool!
Popularity is nice,
ping!
but electromatic disrupters
are forever!
[disrupters beeping]
Aaaah!
Whoa, what's happening?
My ingenious devices are weaving
a web of ultrasonic disruption.
You can't keep me down!
clank!
A little off balance, my dear?
Let me help you.
[zapping]
clunk!
[zapping]
clang!
[evil laughter]
Now I will rule
Tremorton High forever!
Forever?
Dang!
Who we rootin' for, anyway?
They both stink!
If Vexus wins,
we'll remain social outcasts.
We must help Jenny.
sh**t, let's do it
and get it over with.
boom!
pop!
crash!
clank!
pop!
boom!
You get it!
No way!
You get it!
I guess poor
Jenny's done for.
zap!
[bubbling]
[zapping]
[zapping]
Good-bye, XJ9.
sproing!
Think again, Vexus!
pow!
So you like cooking,
huh?
How 'bout
a little whipping?
Or a little mashing?
boom!
Some rolling,
soaking,
tenderizing,
sizzling,
[screaming]
and last, but not least,
chillin'.
You may have beaten me
physically,
but I had beaten you at the one
thing you care about most:
fitting in and being popular.
[cheering]
Gee, I wonder if
they'd be so keen on you
if they knew that their queen
was 2,000 years old?
Eew! She's, like,
as old as my dad!
She might as well
be 30!
Gross!
But I'm popular...cool...
off the hanger!
Nice work, Jenn.
You saved me from dating
a 2,000-year-old!
Those older women, younger men
relationships never work out.
Thanks for the help.
We had no choice.
What she meant
to say is,
we had to help
Tremorton High's hero.
You are
the true queen bee.
Not for long!
clank!
Those Krust cousins never learn.
boing!
splat!
Eeeek!
03x12 - Queen Bee/Voyage to The Planet of The Bikers
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Set in the fictional town of Tremorton and focuses on making lighthearted fun of typical teenage issues and conventions of works relating to teenagers and superheroes.
Set in the fictional town of Tremorton and focuses on making lighthearted fun of typical teenage issues and conventions of works relating to teenagers and superheroes.