02x65 & 02x66 - Loathe at First Sight/The Trouble with Jiggles

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Cute and cuddly, boys.

TROUBLE WITH JIGGLES

Oh, Phil, have you seen
my victorian-era wig?

Yo, Alice, you seen my mallet?

Let me check my desk drawer.

Huh?
Where's my desk?

This court-martial is now in session.
Court reporter is present.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
what is this, a race?

I got, like, no words of that.

And you know I'm kind of so-so
with the whole spelling thing.

Prosecutor Private,
let's hear your case.

Your honor, I submit that one
of our very own is guilty of...

fibbing in the first degree.

Defense attorney Rico,
your response.

Oh, come on!

How many "o" is in .... ?

Ten or me-leven?
Maybe 12.

Your honor, let us go back
to the morning in question.

Aww, Prince Cheers-a-lot,

a lunicorn should never be
afraid to admit he's afraid.

Ugh!
Nauseating.

Time to 86 this touchy-feely
propaganda. Where's the remote?

Anybody seen the remote?
Where's the remote?

Come on! Somebody must
know where the remote is!

Yes, you are!

Kowalski, have you seen the...

Monster! Monster! Monster!

Aha!
Let the record show

that the defendant had claimed
he destroyed Jiggles.

Technically, I never said
those words.

See see?
Is is a stink-eye.

And I'm giving it to you.

Okay, I may have given
that impression.

That's all I need to hear.
Guilty!

"They all lived
happily ever after,

"especially the handsome and
brave court reporter, me, end."

Rico.
Rico, wake up!

Lay some legal jiujitsu
on these punks.

Fine, I'll mount my own defense.

Admit it, Skipper.

like, mere seconds
after we left off.

Surrender the cube-shaped
demon, Kowalski.

Skipper, Jiggles is different
now. He's been rejiggled.

- Rejiggled?
- Physiologically speaking.

You see, I've changed Jiggles
on a molecular level.

He no longer eats fruit.

Ergo, he will never grow to the size
of a party-like-a-rock-star tour bus.

No fruit? So what does he eat?
Penguins, right?

It's penguins.
I knew it.

Pfft!
No, he only eats this.

Whipped cream?

So, Jiggles is completely
harmless?

Absoluti-vely.
You can thank science for that.

And me, of course,
because I'm the scientist.

You're welcome.

Rico, instrument of destruction.

Hoo hoo hoo!
Batter up.

Skipper, no!

My baby!

No!
Why did you...wha...

What? Wha?
Multiplication on impact?

Unanticipated. Must be
a rejiggling side effect.

Kowalski, what's wrong
with your monstrosity?

Of course! By altering
the deoxyribonucleic acid,

I've increased the chromosomic
enzymes' flexibility.

Any type of violent impact
will cause Jiggles to subdivide.

Violent what?

Hmm, Kowalski does have a point,
Skipper. You did make it worse.

You did. It's true. You
totally exacerbated. Just saying.

Nuts.

Continue.

- Skipper?
- Get on with it, Private.

- You're the prosecutor, so prosecute.
- Oh, okay.

Re-returning to the morning
in question...

Deja vu.
Am I right?

We've got to nip this
problem in the bud.

Rico, on the doomsday device.
Set the timer for 5 minutes.

Private, prep the star shuttle
for launch.

- That seems a little hasty.
- We've got no choice.

We'll leave this planet
a burning husk,

strikeutut into the cosmos,
conquer a new home,

repopulate the penguin species.

- Skipper, won't we need girls for that?
- What?

We don't need to leave the Earth.

Rest assured I will
find a way to fix this.

So the Jiggleses... Jiggles?
Uh, what's the plural of "Jiggles"?

- Let's go with Jiggli.
- Ooh, Jiggli.

Okay, the Jiggli. They can't
escape from your lab, right?

Absolutely not. No way.
Not unless they find the air vent.

Topside!

Nooooooooo!

- Um!
- Mmm.

They're eating mybabies.
Barbarians!

They will pay.

Mmm.
Lime.

- "Gelatin dessert snacks."
- Look, the real Jiggli.

Taste justice, Jiggli-eaters!

- No!
- No!

What?

So does the defense have
an objection?

- What?
- Rico, we're in the middle of testimony.

Okay.
Lunch!

Now, we all recall
what happened next.

Boy, do we ever. I started
fighting crime with a bulldozer

possessed by the spirit of
president William Howard Taft.

Okay, Taft, we got Mendoza
trapped inside.

I think we can take him
if we work together.

That's not how I remember it.

Yeah, well, we're just going to
have to agree to disagree on this one.

Well, the way I remember
it is, Kowalski told us...

If the Jiggli experience
everyday impacts at a normal rate,

they'll cover the surface
of the Earth in about...

uh, 12 days.

Ha ha ha!

Yes, yes!
Shake your shimmies!

Anyone know what these are?

I like the way they explode
off my bottom.

Make that eight days.

Little green cubes!

Nothing scares me more
than little green cubes.

Four days.

Three days.

Two.

Anybody whose last name doesn't
end in "owalski" have any options?

So we lure all the Jiggli to these
coordinates. Then what happens?

Beats me.
Rico's the man with the plan.

- And you're comfortable with that?
- Eh.

Ooh, we're trapping them

within a hermetically sealed
titanium enclosure, right?

Nuh-uh.

- A magnetic demobilizing ray?
- Nope.

A giant-sized butterfly net?
Sweet nobel's beard!

- You don't intend to...
- Kaboom!

Hit the deck!

It was beast
that k*lled the beauties.

Kowalski,
they're not really gone,

Not as long
as you remember them.

And also they're not gone as long
as they're falling out of the sky!

Well, thanks to Rico, the
world now only has 47 minutes

until total jigglification.

And that was just
ten minutes ago!

What?

Rico, you're just as guilty
as the rest of us.

Hop in.
The water's fine.

All right.

- Um, can you repeat the last part?
- Which part?

Uh, just everything after
"this court-martial is now in session."

What? I told you there was too
much yup-yup-yup fast talking.

- Oh, why not?
- Oh, why not?

Well, get on with it, prosecutor.

Remember, it's your duty
to meet out red-hot justice.

- But... but you're my friends.
- No mercy, Private.

- Remember, justice is blind.
- Okay, then.

If it please the court,
I would like to...to...

to get in there with you,
because I can't do this.

Well, ain't this a pretty picture?
The whole unit in the pokey.

- So, like, what now?
- Dessert?

Yes, Rico,
you can have dessert.

Mmm, pie.

Nooo!

Oh, dear.

I am drowning in Jiggli!

Well, on the bright side,

of all the ways
we could have met our doom,

- ...this is the most adorable one.
- Well, that's cold comfort.

Cold!
That's the answer!

I just need to reset
the thermostat so low

that no creature on Earth could
stand the frigid temperature...

no creature, that is,
but a penguin.

Cold.
So cold.

Up high.

Uh, delay that up high
until we're topside.

Can't... feel...
booty.

That was pretty cool thinking
when the heat was on, Kowalski.

And yet I feel no joy.

Frozen solid is no life
for sentient gelatin.

What's a slightly mad scientist to do?

I don't know.
Think outside the box?

Isn't that what you scientific
nerdlets like to do?

Hmm, outside the box...
or outside our atmosphere.

Wait, I thought we ruled out
leaving the planet.

We did, but we're
not the ones leaving.