02x24 - Brain Drain

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Welcome back to
"Brain Busters"!

OK.

It's time for a do or die round.

First to answer correctly wins.

OK, players, your question.

Name the isotope whose
nuclear fission supplies

energy for atomic explosions.

Oh, yes, of course.

That's easy.

The answer, obviously, is--

well, uh, the answer is--

[buzzer sounding]
- Ooh!

Time's up.

Sorry, Professor.

Margie?

I'm guessing that'd
be Uranium-235?

Correct!

For the third week in a row,
you're our grand prize winner!

[bell ringing]

Now, who can name the four
chronological eras of Earth?

Sam?

OK, Precambrian, Paleozoic,
Mesozoic, and Cenozoic.

That's exactly right.

How do you do it, Sam?

I mean, when I try to
memorize all that -zoic stuff,

all I get is a headache.

I don't know.

I just read it and then it's,
like, stuck in my mind forever.

Kind of dorky, huh?

Dorky?

More like lucky.

Hey, maybe we can grab some
sushi tomorrow after school

and you can give
me a few pointers.

Sure.

Sounds great.

Hurry up, Sam.

You're going to be late for
your date with fame and fortune.

You're right!

It's "Brain Buster" time.

Um, actually, it's
hair and makeup time.

No girlfriend of mine's going
on TV before she's camera ready.

Today's the day Sammy
gets to be on a game show

and win mega bucks.

Sorry, Zach.

Got to go.

Is it me, or does the
set look much bigger on TV?

That's the magic of
Hollywood, my dear.

ALL: Wink Weatherdale!

Speaking of magic,
I can't believe how

real you look in person, Wink.

Amazing, isn't it?

But enough about me.

I'm here to welcome
Sam to the show.

Ready to challenge Margie
for lots of cash and prizes?

Bring it on.

No wire hangers!

You got me, bucko?

Winky, is this how the
returning champ gets treated?

This blouse is 85% genuine
silk, for crying out loud!

We'll take care of
it right away, Margie.

[snapping]
Oop!

That's our cue, ladies.

Good luck, hon.

you're gonna need it.

She seems nice?

For 100 points,
this famous person is

the reason we have sandwiches.

That would be--

uh-- it would be--

[buzzer sounding]

Margie?

That's got to be
the Earl of Sandwich.

The Earl of
Sandwich is correct!

I know this one.

It's-- it's-- it's-- it's, um--

[buzzer sounding]

Is it vernal equinox?

Ooh!

Correctomundo again!

AUDIENCE: [cheering]

Is it shredded wheat?

AUDIENCE: [cheering]

Time's up!

Um--

AUDIENCE: [cheering]

OK, contestants,
it's do or die time.

Here's the question.

In order, what are Earth's
four chronological eras.

That's so easy.

I just answered this
in science class today.

She's going to get
this one for sure.

Totally.

Science is her best subject.

It's, um--

OK.

The first-- um, it's--

it's--

Margie?

OK.

You got your Precambrian era.

You got your Paleozoic era.

OK, there's another era.

It's on the tip of my tongue.

It was so weird.

Wink would ask a question
and I'd know the answer.

But when I buzzed in,
I just totally blanked.

Probably just a bad
case of stage fright.

Yeah.

Either that, or the buzzer
sucked out part of your brain.

Ha, ha.

Now, if you're through with
the fun-at-my-expense-fest,

I believe we're due for our
mid-morning makeup check.

Um, is it me, or is
she a little off course?

Off course?
She's off her rocker!

Come on!
We've got to stop her.

Hey!

What are you doing?

How about saving you
from total humiliation?

This is the boys' bathroom.

Heh.
Oopsie!

Guess I wasn't paying attention.

Ah, forget the makeup check.

Let's just get our
books and go to class.

Hm.

Come on, you dumb locker.

Open up.
- What's the matter?

Did you forget your combination?

Forget my combination?

That is, like, the dumbest
question ever, Clovis.

Clovis?

Uh, Sam?

Her name is Clover.

That's what I said, Allegra.

Um.

OK, I was just kidding about
the brain sucking thing before.

Sammy, are you feeling OK?

I am fine!

Gosh, if I could just
figure out why there's

no smoothie stand at this mall.

OK, this just
went from amusing

to 911, call Jerry quick.

Serious!

ALL: [screaming]

Hello, ladies.

What seems to be the problem?

Sam's the problem.

Ever since she was on
that "Brain Busters" show,

she's been acting
"tres bizarro."

Yeah, forgetting things
and spacing out and stuff.

She practically walked into
the boys' bathroom at school.

But Clovis and
Allegra saved me.

Huh?

Yes.

I'll have WOOHP run
some test right away.

In the meantime, you
two should check out

"Brain Drain's" ex-contestants.

See if anyone else is having
any forgetfulness-- problems

like Sam.

We're on it, Jer.

Not just yet.

There's still the
matter of the gadgets.

Today, we have X-ray
sunglasses, lipstick lasers,

mini smoke bombs, and
some newly-modified

nuclear-powered jet boots.

What's newly-modified
about them?

I'm glad you asked.

This.

Hm.

This is it, the home of
Professor Augustus Clayborne.

Says Says here he hasn't
returned to work since he lost

on the game show two weeks ago.

That's a long time to
just sit around and play

with your parting gifts.

- Can I help you?
- Yeah.

We're here to see the professor.

We're, um-- we're his students.

Well, then you should
know that the professor

isn't feeling well.

It'll only take a sec.

We just want to say hi.

Well, all right, if
it'll only take a second.

[laughing]

Hoo!

Hoo, look out there.

Hoo-hoo.

Whoa.

Looks like the prof had a little
problem dressing this morning.

It's every morning.

Ever since he went on
that ridiculous show,

he can't remember anything.

Hoo-hoo!

Oh, hello, ladies.

I'd love to chat, but it's
a bit past my bedtime.

Nighty-night.

[laughing]

Ooh!
Look out there.

I think you guys
should go now.

I appreciate you stopping by.

OK, this is so not good.

For the professor or for Sam?

For both.

We better call Jer ASAP.

Brainwave test number one--

short-term memory visuals.

[phone ringing]

Any news, spies?

We just checked on an ex
"Brain Buster" contestant.

In two weeks, he's gone
from brainy professor

to brainless goof.

He tried to go to
bed inside a clock.

Oh my.

- How's Sam doing?
- Sam.

Oh, well, she's--

[gasps]

Oh my.

Jer, what's wrong?

Uh, well, nothing to
worry yourself about.

But you and Alex
should investigate

the game show set promptly.

Ta-ta.

Ah!

Oh!

Ooh, pretty light.

[honking]

[honking]

[honking]

Whoa!

It's about time, Miss Tutor.

Do I know you?

Yeah, you know me.

I'm Zach.

Science class.

Remember?

Oh, OK.

I get it.

It's a joke.

Mm, this is good.

Mm.

Uh, maybe we should order.

You seem kind of hungry.

TOUR GUIDE: And this is the
famous "Brain Busters" set,

where everybody's
favorite waitress,

Margie, goes for $10 million in
tomorrow's battle of geniuses.

Now follow me to the studio's
famous cowboy Western set.

OK, 10 minutes
till the next tour.

Let's get to work.

We should start
with Wink's podium.

Looks like this
podium is more than just

a place for Wink's cue cards.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's
time to play "Brain Busters".

OK, that's weird.

What's weird?

Pictures of brains?

I don't get it.

Red drains into blue.

Alex, are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

That somehow those capsules
suck out intelligence?

Exactly.

Our Sammy's been brain drained.

I knew a guy with teeth that
white wasn't to be trusted.

SECURITY GUARD: Hey, you!

Hey, what do you two
think you're doing?

Looks like the
next tour came early.

What are we going to do?

Mic check!

Get back here!

Push!

Oh, so sorry!

How about we start
with plate tectonics?

Sam, are you OK?

Sam, there you are.

Marvelous.

Hey, let go, buddy!

Yeah, let go, buddy.

The lady doesn't know you.

Oh, no, no, no.

You misunderstand.

I'm Sam's uncle.

Uncle, er, Buddy.

Yes, that's it.

Sam called me to pick her up.

Ready to go, dear?

Oh my.

I had so hoped it
wouldn't come to this.

Look, a three-headed
man on a donkey!

[phone ringing]

Game show report, ladies?

Yeah.

Wink's a fink!

Pardon me?

Poor Sam's been
brain drained, Jer.

The contestant capsule sucks
out a player's intelligence

and makes them forget answers.

JERRY: Any idea what happens
to the drained intelligence?

Security guards came
before we could find out.

We're going to have
to sneak back in.

ALEX: Any news on Sam's tests?

Sam?

Oh.

Uh, Sam's perfect.

Just perfect.

[giggling]

[humming]

She even took a little
walk this afternoon.

Time to open a capsule
and see what we can find.

Hopefully it'll
be Sammy's brain.

Hold on!

Looks like we're
going for a ride!

Huh?

Whoa.

Now, this is what I call
one nice dressing room.

Dressing room?

More like some kind of
bad guy basement hideout.

MARGIE: Ow!

Ow, you're k*lling me!

That sounds like Margie.

MARGIE: Stop!

Sorry, Wink, but there'll
need no brain sucking

contestants on my watch.

Spies to the rescue!

[screaming]

Hey, what gives?

I still have 15 minutes
of shiatsu left.

Wink!
BOTH: Oopsie.

[crunching]

Welcome to Wink and
Margie's soundproof booth

of doom, ladies.

Wink and Margie?

You mean she's in on this, too?

You got it, dollface.

The only dollface
around here is you.

I mean, hello, blue
eyeshadow much?

You should
respect your elders,

young lady, especially one
with an IQ of 192 and growing.

Growing?

So that's what you're doing
with the contestants' brains.

Giving them to Margie?

Well, intelligence
is not something

you can buy in a store, is it?

Excuse me, but sucking
out innocent people's brains

is, like, majorly evil.

Well, evil, sure.

But Winky and I realized
you got to bend a few rules

to become rich and famous.

And powerful.

After tonight's battle
of the geniuses,

Margie's brain
power will be that

of a thousand supercomputers.

We will be unstoppable.

First, rulers of all television.

Then rulers of the world.

Plus, we get 10
million smackaroonies!

That's right, sweet stuff.

Ew!

Ew.

Gross.

Like we aren't being
tortured enough already.

Ooh, the show beckons.

Unfortunately, there's not
enough oxygen for you to make

it until the first commercial.

Bye-bye, ladies.

Divide and conquer
round, geniuses.

I give you the division problem.

You give me the answer to
conquer your opponents.

And here we go.

What number equals the year the
spirally-grooved r*fle barrel

was introduced, divided
by 10 to the negative 5th.



Right again, Margie!

How do you do it?

Get ready to tuck and roll.

Awesome!

How did you--

Old racquetball trickshot.

We'll play sometime.

Now let's get out of here.

OK, players, the
category is weird science.

Chromosomes are to
pheromones as pizza is to--

ALEX: Sorry, Wink.

Huh?

You've been preempted.

Winky, do something!

Look out!

Whoa.

We've got to ask Jer to buy
us a couple of those mics.

Time to take Wink off the air.

We've got to stop them.

Margie's got all of
Sam's intelligence

locked up inside that
giant beehive head of hers.

Ladies, start your engines.

They're getting away!

Give me a blast
from your jet boots.

Too much afterburner.

BOTH: [gasping]

Let's ride, partner!

Time to rope 'em and ride 'em!

Sorry, sis.

Gotta cut you loose.

Got you.

So you girls want
to hang around?

All righty, then.

Enjoy the ride!

[girls screaming]

This is definitely not my
idea of a fun studio tour.

We have to let
go and jet boot.

If we do that, Wink gets
away with Sammy's brainpower!

Bingo!

One bad guy going down.

Thanks for playing,
Wink and Margie.

Unfortunately, your
today's grand prize losers.

[steady beeping]

You're sure this will work, Jer?

Oh, yes.

With Sam and Margie
switching capsules,

Margie will be the "Brain
Drain" contestant this time.

Hello, Sam?

Are you there?

Clover?

Alex?

What's going on?

She said Clover!

Yay!

Our best friend's back!

Oh, my head.

I gotta lie down.

You'll have plenty of
time to rest in prison now.

But there are some
ex-contestants

we must visit first.

Tutor damage control time.

Um, hi, Zach.

You know, about the other
day at the sushi bar--

Oh, hey, forget it.

It's history.

Besides, I found another tutor.

Another tutor?

That's right, Sammykins.

Zach needs a study
buddy with half a brain.

Someone who knows the difference
between a hand towel and a hand

roll.
Ha!

Buh-bye!

Half a brain is right.

Mandy's about as sharp
as a week-old nail file.

It's OK.
She can have him.

I mean, really, who wants to
go out with a guy who would

fall for Jerry's lame, "look!

A three-headed man
on a donkey" trick?

JERRY [ON PHONE]: I
heard that, ladies.

[laughing]

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