04x05 - Star Power - Panda-monium

[bunniefuu]

[wails]

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Go, go, Gadget, go ♪

♪ Go, go, Gadget, go ♪

♪ Go, go, Gadget, go ♪

♪ Go, go, get 'em, Gadget ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Go, go, Gadget, go ♪

♪ Go, go, get 'em, Gadget ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

Premiering in theatres this week:

Code Beige, Low Sodium Crackers:
The Movie, and Is The Paint Sill Wet?

[crowd cheering]

How About Now?

That's right. The hottest trend
in Hollywood is being uber boring.

Is someone stealing celebrities' charm,
charisma, and general

better than you-ness',
reducing them to regular people.

[crowd gasping]

Sounds like a horror movie to me...

Does anyone feel like oatmeal today,
literally and figuratively?

I'd like to eat a small bowl
at room temperature.

Like giving candy to a baby.
Easy and evil.

Mission accomplished.

[beeping]

[Dr. Claw] So you've used the Defamerizer
to steal all the star powered sweat

from every celebrity in Hollywood?

- Duh.
- [thuds]

Then why is MAD Cat still swooning
over Tag Shrapnel?

- [purrs]
- And his manly, muscular,

mouth-watering machismo?

Once I'm wearing his sweaty star-scent,
no one will be able to resist me.

The world will be mine for the taking!

And I'll finally be able to move
some product.

Your Artisanal Claw Polish isn't selling?

Oh, but the commercial is so good.

[woman] ♪ For a shine that blinds
Get your paws on Claw ♪

[man] Not for use on antlers, horns,
claws, hooves, or floors.

[Dr. Claw]
I don't need your snarkcasm, Talon.

Fine. I'll get your shrapnel sweat.

But no amount of star power
is gonna fix that ad. [laughs]

Do you wanna end up in the same volcano
as the focus group?

- Move!
- [shrieks]

[gasps, screams]

It's Tag Shrapnel!

Can I get a selfie?

Go, go, Gadget, selfie stick.

[camera shutter clicks]

Or maybe a smelfie? [sniffs]

He may be as two-dimensional
as Tag's acting,

but I don't think that's the real
Tag Shrapnel, Uncle Gadget.

Ah, then you must be one of those
cosplayers I keep hearing about.

What's your favorite Shrapnel movie,
fellow mega-fan?

Hmm.

I don't get why everyone goes gaga
over movie stars.

Sure they may be talented,
and good looking, and super rich,

but aside from that,
they're just normal people like us.

- Oh.
- Gadget.

Wowzers. Times must be tough
if you're working a second job, Chief.

I do it for the flexible hours
and free popcorn.

Mainly for the popcorn.

Now, here are your orders.

There is major melodrama
going down in tinsel town.

MAD is stealing Hollywood's star power.

If Claw harnesses it for himself,
he'll become the most

magnetic megastar on earth.
No one will able to say "no" to him.

Your mission, protect Tag Shrapnel,
the only star with any power left,

while he sh**t the prequel to the reboot

of Part Two: The Sequel: The Beginning:
Origins: Part Three.

This message will self-destruct.

As missions go, this is...

The most important one ever!

Go, go, Gadget, goes to Hollywood.

I'm coming, Tag!

- [b*mb beeping]
- Huh?

[gasps, groans]

[Inspector Gadget] Ah, Hollywood.

Land where movies, dreams,
and tacos are made.

We'll need to make
a splashy entrance to fit in.

Go, go, Gadget, limo landing.

- [screaming]
- [glass shattering]

Wowzers. That was just like a scene
from Tag's th movie,

Stretch Limo, Compact Justice.

When life gives you limos,
make limo-nade.

[expl*si*n]

Let's try keep the stars out of our eyes
while we keep an eye on the stars.

- Cool?
- [Brain] Uh-huh.

[director] Okay, back to work, people.

- [set bell ringing]
- Big energy. And action.

[grunts] A blind alley?

For you, it is dead end. [laughs]

[gasps] Tag's in trouble.

Go, go, Gadget, celebrity shield.

[howls]

- Cut! That was...
- [bell rings]

...exactly what this dog
of a script needs. A dog!

What? But you have a star. Me!

And now we have a co-star.

I'm casting him as Bark Ruffalo:
canine sidekick.

Don't worry, the writers love
when I change their scripts.

Hey, uh, are you his trainer?

You bet I am.

And I can tell you,

Brain's always wanted me
to let him act alongside Tag.

[barks]

It's our dream come true.

Go with it, Brain.

This is the perfect way to keep an eye
on Tag and Uncle Gadget

while I hunt down MAD.

Besides, maybe it'll be fun.

- Take it again from the fight. Big energy.
- [bell ringing]

And action.

[yelps, whimpers]

[man] White rice?

Finally, a snack to match my personality.

Nigel, what happened to you?

This afternoon, I drank a glass of water,
but it was too cold.

I prefer my water lukewarm.

So I added warm water.

[snores]

Please get to the part where someone
made you a hundred times more boring

and three times less vapid than usual.

Oh, sure.

It was that guy.

Where's my star power?
I need people to be like,

"Oh, Dr. Claw, can I have your autograph?

And I'll be like,
"I'm going to blast you with my lasers."

[imitating g*nshots]

And then they'll be like,
"Ahh! We're being sh*t by lasers,

but he's still so awesome.

Let's buy all his claw polish!"

Just chillax.

You'll be swimming in star sweat
before you can say, "That is so gross."

Talking about yourself again, Talon?

Puh-lease, Pen, I can b*at you
without breaking a sweat.

Good, 'cause you're about to break
a lot of other things.

[grunting]

Huh?

[grunts]

You're going down, Talon.

- Get ready to see stars.
- [screams]

- [groans]
- Whoa! Ow!

[groans]

Huh. A bit more literal
than I meant it to be, but I'll take it.

This is the scene
where Tag punches a giant boulder.

And the best part is,
Bark Ruffalo's in it now. [chuckles]

Hey, keep chewing the scenery,
and I'll make you eat it.

[knocks]

Wowzers, this rock is hollow,

making it the perfect place
for MAD to hide.

Lucky I'm here to protect Tag.

Go, go, Gadget, rock repair.

Filling it with tons of cement?
Rock solid plan, me.

[whimpers]

- Big energy... and action!
- [bell ringing]

Let's rock and roll, boulder.

- [screams]
- [grunts]

Cut!

That will... look great in D!

Thanks, Bark Ruffalo's trainer.

Just glad to do my part
for the amazing Tag.

[groans]

[both grunting]

You just got star struck.

You know what they say?
Genius is one percent inspiration

and percent perspiration.

Prepare to be star over-powered.

[sniffs]

[sniffs] Did you just talk to me?

I mean, I'm gonna...
tell all my friends about this. [squeals]

Oh, that's it, Pen. Give in to the sweet
stanky scent of stardom.

[grunts] Never!

[softly] Oh, anything for you.

[gruffly] No. I'm gonna take you down!

[high-pitched voice] Just kidding!
I'm gonna hang your poster over my bed.

[angrily] And throw darts at it!

Maybe I'll use a titch more
just for the smell of it.

[sniffs] Perfect!

Now, how about you go get me
Tag Shrapnel's star power?

You want me to do your dirty work for you?

[sniffs]

Best day ever! [squeals]

This Swiss Village Ninja Fight's
the climax of the whole movie.

If you upstage me again,
I'm calling the Pound.

Which is what I call my fist.

- Bam.
- [howls]

I can't believe Tag touched you
with both pound one and pound two.

He must really like you, Brain.

- Cue the ninjas. And action.
- [bell ringing]

Swiss ninjas from the Sandpaper Clan?

- Things are about to get...
- [barks]

- That's my line!
- [whimpers]

[chuckles]

What's going on? Who are you?

I'm what you call a plot twist.

Oh, that's a good line. Keep it.

- [barks]
- [groans]

- [screams]
- Not now, Brain.

I'm scanning Tag's muffin for danger.

Or worse, raisins.

Back off, lady! Do you know who I am?

I know who you're about to be. A nobody.

Anyone wanna talk about coupons?
I've got stories about coupons.

I found a coupon for bananas.

Cut! Get this hack off my set.

Looks like we need... [gasps]

...him.

Looks, charm, eyes, legs, knees.

He has everything.

Everything except Tag's celebri-stank.

Fork it over, fangirl.

Anything for you, Talon.

[coughs]

Take it easy. You don't wanna give me
too much of a good...

[screaming]

Hands off! Get back! Don't touch the hair!

[sniffs, shrieks]

That charismatic teen almost touched me.

Go, go, Gadget, diary.

[screams]

[groans]

Hmm. On second thought,
you're not movie star material.

[gasps, sniffs]

But that boulder is.

[high-pitched shriek]

I guess a rolling stone gathers no moss,
but lots of sweat. Ew.

Congratulations, Gadget.
You left MAD on the cutting room floor.

I'm just glad to have had my brush
with fame, Chief.

And here comes yours.

- [groans]
- [screaming]

- [sniffing]
- [high-pitched squealing]

[groans]

As punishment,

you're going to sell every ounce
of claw polish, door-to-door,

and miss the screening
of Boulder La Rock's first movie.

[man] Boulder La Rock is Granite Justice.

- [grumbles]
- [Dr. Claw] He's so dreamy.

- Whoa!
- [boxes thudding]

I'm Wendy Wyndlee.

Today's top story, Metro City's hosting
the ongoing peace talks

between North and South Guatamazil,
and so far...

The tangy pickles belong to the North.

The South will relish your destruction.

Nothing will bring them together.

Better start shopping
for b*mb shelters because...

[gasps] Wait. This just in.

Bling-Bling, the Social Media Panda,
is being delivered to Metro Zoo

for a peace-ifying photo-op
with the warring countries.

The adorable meme machine is famous
for his heart-warming powers.

He may be the only chance for peace.

Peace? What is it good for?

- [snarls]
- Absolutely nothing!

Yeah, and what's w*r good for?

TV, jet engines, nuclear power,
unboxing videos, everything.

I see where you're going.

More w*r equals more cool stuff,
to destroy the world with. I'm in.

- Good. Now get in your panda suit.
- Whoa, whoa! Pump the breaks.

- Panda suit?
- [MADcat mews]

Yes. You're going to replace
that panda, Bling-Bling.

And when the Guatamazillians pose
with you,

you'll grab them and blast off!

They'll blame each other for the abduction
and declare w*r. It's brilliant!

I am not wearing that.

Pandas are so
two-thousand-and-never.

You'll either dress like a panda,
or you'll be panda food.

Um, panda's only eat bamboo.

Then I'll have my MAD scientist's turn you
into bamboo. Now go!

[beeping]

Not that I'm being judgy,
but aren't you supposed to be working?

Managing My-Spy-Place profile
is work, Pen. Duhs-ville.

You know, you might wanna take work
more seriously while you're at,

you know, work.

Everyone else does.

Chug, chug, chug, chug!

[groans] Bad example.

Chillax, P. I'll log... [shrieks]

An adult on my feed?

Block, block, block, block, block.

The Chief is actually here.

And his feelings are actually hurt.

- [ceiling cracking]
- [groans]

And so is his body.

Hello, Chief.
Aren't you usually not under me?

[clears throat] You've got a mission.

Bling-Bling, the Social Media Panda,
is attending a photo-op

with the leaders of Guatamazil.

We believe MAD plans to abduct
the Guatamazillians.

This could cause a global w*r.

Your mission:

make sure the peace process
doesn't self-destruct.

Like this message.

Hmm. I bet MAD is using the peace
process as a distraction

to panda-nap Bling-Bling.

They want his peace making cuteness
all for themselves.

Brain, you keep an eye on Uncle Gadget.

Kayla and I will go watch
the Guatamazillians.

I can't believe
I'm gonna meet Bling-Bling.

If he tags me,
I'll be social media famous.

That's, like, double real world famous.

[gasps]

I mean, let's teach MAD to keep
their paws off what's not theirs.

Good idea.

Speaking of things not theirs,
you can have this back, Chief.

[b*mb beeping]

[groans]

- [camera shutter clicking]
- [upbeat music]

[groans] At this rate,
we'll never get him to the zoo.

[camera shutter clicking]

[grunting]

[Talon] Okay, boys, get him outta here.

[man] Aw. Cute.

Knock it off before I knock
both of you off.

- [sighs]
- [groans]

Aha!

I knew I'd find trouble.

What? How'd he catch us so fast?

Look at this. Bling-Bling has been left
all by his furry little self.

Good thing Inspector Gadget
is on the case.

I'll stop at nothing
until this bear gets to the zoo.

[scoffs] That'll work.

I mean, rawr?

[growls]

How could I forget, dogs and pandas fight
like cats and dogfish.

Go, go, Gadget, dog leash.

- Huh?
- Stay here, Brain.

- Good boy.
- [whimpers]

[whimpers]

[Penny] I got a bunch of fries.

'Cause everything tastes better
when you share. Right?

Thanks, pre-school.

[man] The North will never surrender
that stuffed panda!

Pandas are not yours to share.
They're ours!

Kayla, you were supposed to... K!

Relax, P. That's probably how they
express their love for each other.

Different cultures, am I right?

[giggles] Oh, adorbs.

- I could use some help over here.
- Sorry.

Bling-Bling's site is cray cute.

He's a living emoji.

[both] Aw.

Nice move.

- Not exactly professional, but...
- [gadget beeping]

- Hello.
- Brain?

[Kayla] Calls during work hours?

Now who's not being profesh?

[barking]

Bling-Bling's been kidnapped?

I'll use every resource I have
to track that panda down.

Scan for all pandas.
Pinpoint GPS triangulations.

Reference all historical
panda-nappings for trends.

- Download Panda-natomy books.
- [Kayla] Found him.

He's at the airport.
He just took a selfie and posted it.

Hmm. Who knew my utter lack
of professionalism slash

social media obsession
would come in handy?

[man] Mine!

- You can have the stuffed Panda.
- I don't want it anymore.

Give me fries, or give me oblivion!

You guys keep, uh,
doing whatever you're doing.

Just don't start a w*r before we get back.

- It's time to get serious, and...
- Aw.

Bling-Bling just took a selfie
of him yawning. So cute.

All right, Mr. Panda,
we need to get you to the zoo.

Hmm. This'll never do.

Panda's hate hatchbacks. Isn't that right?

I thought as much.

Go, go, Gadget, panda-propriate transport.

Up ya go, Mr. Panda.

All I have to do is relax and let Gadget
do my job for me. [laughs]

[sobs in pain]

- [car engine revving]
- [groans]

Wowzers. Someone forgot his seatbelt.

Ow!

- [groans]
- Silly panda. No wonder you're endangered.

Go, go, Gadget, panda straps.

Better keep my eyes on that bear.

[pants]

- [groans]
- [car honking]

[upbeat music playing]

Nice. We can totally get the jump on them.

On my mark.

- Three, two...
- Wait.

I wanna take a stealthie
of Bling-Bling taking a selfie.

Sorry.

[Talon screaming]

I can't take much more of this.

[cars honking]

Not again!

[whines]

[wails]

Pandas sure are excite... Brain?
I thought I told you to stay?

Go, go, Gadget, panda-dog separators.

[yowls]

[screams]

[Inspector Gadget] Wowzers!

[Talon screaming]

[Talon grunting]

Putting a statue and bench
and park in the middle of the street?

What terrible urban planning.

Bad panda.

You're supposed to eat bamboo,
not garbage.

[whines]

Oh, fine. One more bite.

[screams]

[camera shutter clicking]

[grunting]

Ah!

Check this baggage.

Oh! My followers are gonna love
my Super Dragon Kick.

[grunts]

Still looks wicked cool.

Talon's on his way to snatch
the Guatamazillians.

- We need to warn them.
- [beeping]

But my CODEX shorted out.

Even worse. My battery's dead.

Maybe that wouldn't have happened if you'd
been agenting instead of social media-ing.

Oh, yeah?

If it wasn't for my social media-ing,
we wouldn't have found Bling-Bling at all.

Real talk.

Aw, so cute.

He really does make peace through selfies.

[camera shutter clicks]

[birds chirping]

[sighs]

Finally.

Nothing will stop Mr. Bling
from reaching the zoo.

[grunts]

Now for a nice, civilized ride to the zoo.

Go, go, Gadget, bus fare.

Whoa!

- [Taylor] No!
- [whimpers]

[man ] North Guatamazil
has gained control of the final fry.

[man ] Ah. But without the last ketchup
packet, your fry is useless.

- Monster.
- [Talon screaming]

It's Bling-Bling!

- He's so cute.
- [Penny] Stop!

That panda's a fake!

[tires squeak]

Wait. Is that Talon?

[Kayla] For reals?

[laughter]

You look adorable.

Laugh while you can, 'cause you'll
be crying when w*r breaks out.

- Hold me!
- No! You hold me!

Ever see a panda that could fly?

Oh, come on.

[soft growl]

I know I'm handsome, but why does
every animal fall in love with me?

Now I see what's going on.

That second panda's a MAD Panda spy
trying to panda-nap Bling-Bling.

Go, go, Gadget, fake panda neutralizer.

[buzzing]

I hate this suit! [wails]

You did it again, Gadget.

Not only are the Guatamazillians
and panda safe,

it looks as though
they've completely made up.

[camera shutter clicks]

All in a day's work, Chief.

Brain, I told you to stay away
from pandas.

Go, go, Gadget, bad dog cage.

[yowls]

Who knew all it would take
to make peace was being att*cked

by a boy in a panda suit?

Live and learn.

You've failed me for the last time.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, fine.
[sobs] Just get me out of this suit.

Oh, I'm sorry. I've already sold

Dum-Dum the Ever Failing Panda
to the Metro City zoo.

Have a nice life.

[Talon screams]

Next time, Gadget. Next time!