04x12 - The Lab of Tomorrow/Chicken Scratch/Garage Sale

[bunniefuu]

Narrator:
Ladies and gentlemen,
within this household,

we find a normal,
everyday secret lab

of a normal, everyday
boy genius.

But we have taken
great pains to bring you
a sneak peek into...

Narrator:
In the lab of tomorrow,

each member of the family
will have a secret lab,

each equipped with its own
secret entrance.

For dad...

What kinds
of wondrous inventions
could dear old dad

be conjuring up
in his lab of tomorrow?

Some things never change.

After a hard day's work,

mom can sneak down into
the depths of her own
secret lab,

where she'll most likely
work twice as hard.

[Whirring]

And to keep
that pesky sister out
of your own secret lab,

we've devised a secret
lab entrance all her own.

Ooh!

Ooh!

Narrator:
Tired of all that arduous
and laborsome wrenching?

Well, in the future, it will all
be automated for you.

Of course, it may require
a small amount of maintenance.

[Dexter snoring]

The scientist of tomorrow
can't be bothered

wasting time with
the menial, mundane tasks

of getting ready for work
in the morning.

In the lab of the future,

all of these tasks will be
automated while he sleeps.

[Snoring]

Narrator: Keeping your
parents
from discovering your secret
lab

has never been easier,
with the new, laser-guided,

shape-detecting
security system
of the future.

Even freak mishaps are
easily avoided

with the new
shape-detecting system.

Computer: Whoa!

[Beeping]

Narrator: Ahem!

Moving on, telescope
technology
will have advanced to a level

where we will finally
be able to see

if there truly is life
on other planets.

Wait. Focus.

Put out that light!

Narrator: The function of using
your computer's mouse

will be totally automated

with the simple push
of a button.

Uh, could you move it
to the left, please?

A little bit more,
please?

Not that far.

And double-click.

Narrator: Now, this truly is
the lab of tomorrow,

modern in every way.

In the lab of tomorrow,

the modern problem
of arch rivals sneaking

into your lab to wreak havoc
will be solved,

with the latest
and most sophisticated
in security system technology.

[Alarm beeping]

Narrator:
To improve relations

between himself
and his computer,

the modern scientist will fuse
the computer with his brain.

Side effects include
minor headaches.

New forms of energy have been
foreseen in the future.

[Crash]

The lab rats of tomorrow
will have increased intelligence

to where they will be able
to perform advanced
scientific experiments

by themselves.

Success.

Tired of hot, sweaty armpits
from working?

We tried crossing
a screen door and a lab coat

to bring you the lab coat
of tomorrow.

Keeps you cool and breezy
as an early spring day.

Whoops.

In the lab of tomorrow,

beakers and bottles
have been replaced with...

Bottles and beakers.

Wait!

That is not even funny!

Narrator: Of course,
it's funny.

I should know.

Well, folks, I hope you
enjoyed this edition
oflab of tomorrow.

Good night.

[Birds chirping]

[Ring]

Aaah!

What are these strange
protrusions?

I must investigate
immediately.

Dee Dee:
♪ la la la la...

Uh-oh.

Ok, Dee Dee,
way too much has
happened this morning,

so please get out
of my laboratory!

I have no time for
her foolishness today.

But, Dexter,
I'm not in your labor--

You've got chickenpox!

Chickenpox?

W-What is this pox
of a chicken?

Poor Dexter.

So knowledgeable
in science,

but doesn't have
enough common sense

to know what
chickenpox is.

Well, a long time ago...

A group of evil,
contaminated chickens
escaped from jail...

[Alarm blaring]

And started to break
into children's houses,

where they pecked away,
leaving huge, itchy pimples.

And if you scratch them,

you'll turn into an evil,
contaminated chicken.

Are you crazy, wom--

[clucks]

Aaah!

I do not want
to be an evil,
contaminated chicken.

Then don't scratch!

That seems simple enough.

I better keep myself busy,
so as not to think
about the itching.

Perfect.

Now, how much dioxide petroleum
should I add?

Hmm.

What is the correct amount?

Ha ha ha ha!

Silly me!

Have I been scratching
this whole time?

Aaah!

Robot!

More drastic measures
must be taken.

Yes, Dexter?

Robot, if you see me
scratch any part
of my body,

I want you to zap me
with watts of electrons.

Yes, Dexter.

I wasn't ready, robot.

Yes, Dexter.

I said I wasn't ready.

Yes, Dexter.

No, robot, wait!

This is not working.

Stop, robot!

A new invention must be created.

[Muffled]
Success!

Aaah!

Got to scratch!

Ahhh!

Oooh!

Ahhh!

Oh, yeah!

Oooh!

[Laughing maniacally]

[Knock on door]

Hello--

aaah!

Dexter, is that you?

Yeah. I scratched.

[Car alarm blaring,
horn honking]

[Dogs barking]

Success!

Success!

Now, what the heck is it?

It seems I have been working
so long I do not remember
what it does.

Well, no doubt
something fantastic.

I shall have to test it.

Now, which one of you
would like to volunteer

for today's experiment?

Come, come.
Do not be shy.

[Whimpering]
Dexter: Hmm.

Ah, yes!

Upsy Daisy.

Say cheese.

[Splattering]

[Popping]

[Gurgling]

[Noise subsides]

[Splat]

Wow, it is
a good thing
I missed.

But if it did that

to a piece
of lab equipment,

yeesh!

Ooh, and that smell!
Yuck!

What hideous thing
have I created?

If this were to fall
into the wrong hands,

the effects could be
catastrophic!

I must hide it somewhere,
safe from evil hands.

Nope. Too obvious.

Nope.

Nah, too tempting.

There!

No evildoer would think to look
in my little old room--

let alone in a pile
of old toys.

Whew!

I feel a lot better now that
that's in a safe place.

Ah, nothing like a hot shower
after a good day's inventing.

[Water running]

Mom: Knock, knock!

My, it's stuffy in here.

That's better.

Oh, good.

Dexter remembered
to leave some toys out
for the yard sale today.

Hey!

[Gasps]
Gone?

Dexter: The yard sale!

Mom must have taken my toys!

[Gasps]

Mandark!

What's this?

Dexter, you fool.

[Laughing]

A toy submarine.

He has discovered its power!

I must stop him at once!

Broken.

Do you smell anything?

, ...

Um... .

Dee Dee!
Have you seen mom?

, ...

Hmm.

Huh?

Hmm.

Yes? Yes?

No, but look
at how much money
I made.

Not now, Dee Dee.
I--

say, thatis
a lot of money.

Mom said
everything must go.

[Car starting]

Hey, see you later!

[Tires squeal]

Bye-bye!

Uh, was that
mom and dad's car?

Yep. Bye-bye!

Dex?

How much do you want
for your lab?

So, let me get this straight.

You want me to sell.

Sell the moose head,

sell the fold-up bicycle,
the leg lamp,

my chair?

You are asking me to sell

my soul!

This--this "junk"--

it's--it's who I am!

And I am not for sale!

Um, whatever, dude.

I just wanted
to know if you had
the time.

Dad! Dad!

Hey, son.

Dexter, what have I told you
about running around naked?

There. Perfect fit.

And the hat's not
for sale, if anyone asks.

Dad! Duck!

Where?
Here, duckie.

Quack quack.

Coo coo coo coo!

[Sniffing]

What's that smell?

Well, whatever it is,
it's mine and I'm not
selling! You hear me?

No!

Nooooo...

[Groans]

Dex!

Hey! Give it back!

Must keep away
from mandark!

Ha!

I will not let you
use this for evil!

Dexter, what has
gotten into you?

This toy belongs
to mandark now.

[Raspberry]

But, mom,
it is not a toy!

No buts!
Now, apologize!

Nice hat.

Dexter?

Ok. All right.
Sorry.

Apology accepted.

Now, if you'll
excuse me,

I'm going
to go home and play
with my new toy.

[Laughing]

Now, doesn't it feel good
to work out your problems?

Yes, mom.

Robo, prepare
for operation interception.

Dexter: There's no use
hiding, mandark.

I know you're here...

Somewhere.

Hmm.

Heh heh heh heh!

Aha!

Where could he be?

[Distant voice, indistinct]

Mandark: ...Floating
like a sitting duck,

unaware that just below
the surface lies

captain mandark's sinister sub.

[Mandark, indistinct]

Prepare to suffer
a terrible fate,

for, I mandark,
will soon unleash a plot
so diabolical,

so despicable,
no one will escape
my wrath!

[Laughing]

That's it!

Ha!

Huh? Aaah!

Mandark!

Hand it over!

Give it!
I bought that
fair and square!

Well, I am
taking it back!

[Both grunting]

Fine!

Take your stupid toy!

Toy?

[Dexter grunting]

[Splattering, cracking]

[Dexter groaning]

[Dexter screams]

[Popping, cracking]

[Noise stops]

[Dexter screaming]

[Noise stops]

Dex?

You look hideous!

Well, at least
I do not have to worry

about that mutation ray
getting into the wrong
hands anymore.

Maybe not, but you're
in no condition to stop me
from destroying your lab.

Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha!

By the way,
maybe you ought
to be taking a bath.

You smell.
Mandark!

Come back here!
I'm right behind you!

Enter at your own peril,

past the vaulted door,

where impossible things

may happen that

the world's never seen before...

♪ In Dexter's
laboratory ♪

♪ lives
the smartest boy ♪

♪ you've ever seen

♪ but Dee Dee blows
his experiments ♪

♪ to smithereens

♪ there is gloom and doom

♪ while things go boom!

♪ In Dexter's lab