02x17 - Win, Lose & Kaboom

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Mib.

Mib.
Mibs.

Mibs! Mib! Mib!

Mib! Mib! Mib! Mibs!

( all saying "Mib" )

( thundering roar )

ALL:
Mib!

I will crush you!

Not if I crush you first!

I defy you to crush me!

You're almost crushed already!

I hear talking,

but I don't see
much crushing!

You want to go
two out of three?

Now, to make the treaty
legally binding,

sign here, here,
and here

and initial here.

Cindy, when I suggested
that we be friends,

I didn't mean
you should draw up contracts.

But this makes it
so much cleaner.

It simply says that
while you may be a genius,

I am better at people skills
and Tae Kwon Do.

Can't we just
try to be nice
to each other?

Yes, once we lock in
the terms.

Now quit stalling
and sign the stupid contract!

Hi, Libby.

You smell beautiful
today.

What do you call
that scent?

Paint fumes.

I've been helping my mom
redo the kitchen.

And speaking
of your eyes,

they're like
two limpid pools

shimmering in
the golden sun.

Sheen, do you have
a temperature?

Yes!

I'm a red-hot tamale

ever since I sent away
for this booklet

in the back of
Dingo Man Comics!

"How to Impress
the Ladies"?

Guaranteed to make me
your boyfriend

or one-eighth
of my money back.

Allow six weeks
for shipping.

But, Sheen, I already .

Let's just let things
happen naturally.

Sorry, babe--

the love train's
left the station.

And now to pick
an adorable nickname
for you.

Sheen...

You want to exit

the love train?

( whistle toots )

All right.

What's the nickname?

I made a list!

How about "Puff Mommy?"

No.
"Sorceress of Sass?"

Nuh-uh.

"Libby-licious?"

Try again.

"Puppy Paws?"
Pass.

"Frankie
'Three Chins'
DeCarlo?"

Say what?

Just throwing it
out there.

( sniffing )

Good forward nose...
Yeah, yeah,
uh-huh.

Nice coloration...
Yeah, hurry up.

Excellent density...

Would you come on!?

I said sample my new
low-budget ice creams,

not bore them to death!

Hello!

That's what I'm trying to do!

( clears throat )

So? How do you like
the Catfish Swirl?

Hmm, not bad.

But not as good as your
Mocha Almond Tile Grout!

Mmm... grouty.

( Goddard whimpering )

Neutron,
what's the hold-up?

And why is your hand
trembling like that?

( siren begins wailing )

The town's
emergency siren!

Sheen, Carl, follow me.

I may need you!

Wait!

What about the treaty?

Oh!

I'll be back,
"Princess Funkenstein!"

No!

( jet engine roaring )

What's going on,
Jimmy?

I don't know,
but it sure is big.

Jimbo, get inside, son!

It's an emergency!

I can't, Dad.

I'm flying up to see
what's going on.

I'd better
come along.

It could be dangerous.

Sorry, no can do.

The extra weight will
slow the rocket.

Yeah, but...

Well...

Uh, if you need me
don't hesitate to...

Call.

Ha! You call that
a plane?

Sheen, don't tease
the m*llitary.

Goddard, call up
omni-directional
scanner.

Now zoom in.

It can't be.

I'm going in closer, guys!

What is it, Jimmy?

An alien
message rock?

I thought they were
just a myth.

Well, get a good look,

because that guy's
about to waste it.

No! What's he doing?

He doesn't know what it is!

Captain, this is Jimmy!

Don't sh**t that rock!

Out of the way, fly-boy!

No, you don't understand!

It contains an important message
for Earth!

Yeah? Well, here's my message:

Eat lead, space rock!

( beeping )

Engaging cloaking device!

Hey... where'd
the space rock go?

Oh, well.

Men, back to the base
for milk and cookies!

Yee-haw!

PILOT:
Yes, sir, milk
and cookies!

Non-geniuses can really
make life difficult.

And how.

Tell me about it.

Now, I'll simply trap it

in a suspension beam

and lower it gently
to the ground.

( barking )

It's headed right for
our street!

Hold on, guys!

( all screaming )

My entire life's passing
before my eyes again!

( laughs )

Remember when
we shaved our heads?

Yeah, that was cool.

( both screaming )

Engaging suspension beam!

( inhaling deeply )

Oh, what a day!

Morning, Wheezer!

Morning, squirrels!

Morning, two-ton space rock
hurtling down on my head...

( screaming )

Honey...

call the chiropractor.

( cracking )

( audience murmuring )

Order! Order, I say!

My friends, what in the name
of Tarzan's tree house

are we going to do
about this space rock?

Space rock evil!

Must destroy!

Let me make ice cream
out of it, yeah.

I can make that rock
a superstar!

( all talking at once )

People!

People, please!

I know what this rock is!

Carl, Sheen,
show the first slide.

Lights!

Ow!

Sheen, I'm right
next to you!

Since 1511,
there have been reports

of rocks with strange symbols
falling from the daytime sky.

In every case,
these rocks were destroyed

before scientists had a chance
to study them.

These are those rocks.

Minsk, Russia, 1653.

Rock pulverized
by imperial guards.

Reykjavík, Iceland, 1810.

Also crushed.

Lima, Peru, 1880:

rock elected mayor,
then overthrown by rebels.

At least it wasn't crushed.

JIMMY:
Then crushed.

Butte, Montana, 1957:

rock made into soup
and eaten by prospectors.

( Sheen screams )

SHEEN:
Carl!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the aliens that sent
these message stones

are today giving Earth
another chance.

I implore you to let me take
the rock to my lab for study!

( all conversing )

Well, Jimmy, in light
of this new information,

I've rendered a decision...

Wait!

I'd like to comment

about my friend Jimmy's
excellent plan!

Cindy, no,
I don't need your help.

I thought
you agreed

I have valuable
contributions to make.

Yeah, but...

Thanks, you
won't be sorry.

Fellow townspeople,
my friend Jimmy is a genius,

and his plan makes
a lot of sense...

but I'm not convinced.

Hey, you said
we were friends!

And friends
should tell you
when you're wrong.

People, just because

we receive a message
from aliens

doesn't mean
we have to answer it.

But think what they have
to teach us!

If they're friendly!

Haven't we learned
from the Yolkians

not to talk to
intergalactic strangers?

( all vehemently agreeing )

Well, what in the name
of Gandhi's tap shoes

are we going to do with it?

Well, I was thinking

we could turn it into
a tourist attraction

and use the money to buy
new schoolbooks.

( all agreeing
enthusiastically )

Now we're getting somewhere!

All in favor of makingk

a tacky, overpriced tourist
attraction, say "aye."

ALL:
Aye!

No!

It's unanimous!

The motion's passed.

Now where's my big, shiny car?

( tires screeching )

( tires screeching )

Gosh, Neutron,

this friendship thing
is working out well.

Mystery space rock!

Step right up
and take your picture

with the mystery
space rock!

Carl, what are you
doing?

Well, after Cindy
made the rock

into a tourist
attraction...

( snorts )

the town made me
photographer.

Take my picture, my good man.

I'd be delighted.

( screams )

I'm blinded!

( sighs )

This is ridiculous!

A communication from
a highly advanced society

falls right
into our laps

and I can't even
examine it.

But everyone voted,
Jimmy.

It was a shining example
of democracy.

To heck
with democracy!

Stand back, Carl.

What are you going to do?

If the rock won't come
to the lab,

then the lab will come
to the rock.

No! This is terrible!

What is it,
Hugh?

My favorite show, General
Post Office, is canceled!

Oh, that's all.

"That's all"?

Sugarbooger,

that show had
everything!

The episode where Marlene
got stuck in the sorter

made me laugh, and cry,
and hack up phlegm

all at the same time!

Well, look at the bright side.

Now you can spend that much
more time with Jimmy.

Jimbo? Our son?

Oh, that's a great
idea, shug-boog!

I bet he's craving
my advice

on one of his science
project thingies

right now.

Okay, lady, smile.

( screams )

I did it again!

There you are,
Jimbo.

How's it going, sport?

Oh, hi, Dad.

Just decoding these
hieroglyphics.

Hmm, I bet it's some
sort of recipe,

maybe for space gazpacho.

That'd be spicy, huh?

Actually, whoever sent this
seems to be posing

some sort of riddle
to us.

Ooh, a riddle,
no kidding.

I love riddles.

Hey, I have a doozy!

It seems there were
these three Irish fellows,

Colin, Liam
and Seamus...

Um, Dad, if you
don't mind,

I think I'd like
to do this on my own.

It's pretty complicated.

( sadly ):
Oh.

Of course, Jimmy.

What was I thinking?

My son, the genius.

Didn't mean
to... interrupt.

I knew you'd understand.

See you at dinner.

Jimmy!
Jimmy!

Don't worry!

They tried
to get me to tell,

but I didn't say
a word!

Sheen, calm down.

What is it?

The army's looking for you!

They know you took
the space rock.

Huh?

They asked me
where you were,

but I'm no stoolie!

I said, "Jimmy's
my friend.

"If he's with the rock
in the park,

you're not going
to hear it from me!"

Sheen, remind me to remove
what's left of your brain later.

MAN ( on loudspeaker ):
Jimmy Neutron,

this is General Abercrombie.

Step away from the rock!

But, General,
it's a message
to us from space.

I'm on the verge
of translating it!

I don't care if you're going
to take it slow-dancing!

It's strange and unfamiliar,
so we have to destroy it!

No offense, but you don't know
what you're talking about!

All right, mister,
I warned you!

Hey, what are
you doing?

Get off that!

Goddard, take me up!

( barking )

Faster, Goddard!

They're getting away!

Prepare to launch
locating device!

Good...

Now steady...

Jimmy, aren't
you done

with
my pictures
yet?

Not yet, Carl.

They're my only record
of the rock's hieroglyphics.

Hey, look-- I have people
on my belly.

I'm very close,
guys.

The aliens' language system
seems to mix

advanced prime numbers

with a variant of early Aramaic.

Once I send the symbols through
this program I rigged...

Guys, look!

What does it mean?

I don't know.

CARL:
"In the dark, they arrive
without being fetched.

In the light, they are lost
without being stolen."

Carl, call Cindy and Libby

and tell them to meet us
at the army base at 2100!

2100? But that's
decades from now!

It means 9:00.

Oh. That's better for me.

Neutron,
if the army
took the rock,

they must have
a reason.

Yeah, Jimmy,
we could get
in trouble.

Go ahead and leave,

or stay and be tiny footnotes
to science history!

Tiny footnotes!
Yeah, footnotes!

Works for me.
Whatever.

Now, I was able to attach
a locating device to the rock

before the army took it away.

Ready, guys?

Ready!

Let's find that rock.

( spraying )

( music similar to
Mission: Impossible plays )

( Goddard whirring )

( Mission: Impossible music
still playing )

( music ends )

Hello, fellow children!

ALL:
Bolbi?!

Bolbi, what are you do?

Bolbi worship giant sp!

Bolbi spiritual.

But how did you...?

Never mind.

My friends,
by answering the riddle

inscribed on this rock,

I will be sealing
Earth's friendship

with an advanced alien.

"In the dark, they arrive
without being fetched.

In the light, they are lost
without being stolen."

The answer?

Creamed corn? Republicans?

No.

The stars.

( electronic voice ):
Intruder alert! Intruder alert!

Funny riddle, Jimmy.

Can we go now?!

What? No!

This is my only chance
to fill in the answer!

Then step on it!

You're the only one who
knows the way out of here!

Hey, you kids!

Stop right there!

Jimmy...!

JIMMY:
Almost done.

Almost dead.

Finished!

( all yelling )

CARL:
Wh-what's happening?!

CINDY:
I-I'll tell you
what's happening!

We're being sucked into space!

CARL:
Jimmy, I'm scared!

JIMMY:
Don't be scared, Carl!

A civilization this advanced
has no need for v*olence!

Where are we?

I don't know.

Prepare yourself,
guys.

I'm afraid the ways
of this culture

may be too sophisticated for
our meager minds to comprehend.

( power switches on )

REVERBERATING VOICE:
Humans of the planet Earth,

you have been judged
by the Great Stone

to be an advanced species...

ANNOUNCER'S VOICE:
So come on down
for fabulous prizes!

( perky game show tune playing )

It's time for the Malvexian
Galaxy's favorite game show,

Intergalactic Showdown!

( perky game show tune playing )

ANNOUNCER:
Now, here's the host
of Intergalactic Showdown,

the omnipowerful Melda!

( applause )

( gasping )

Thank you, thank you.

What a fantastic crowd.

A contestant search?!

Your "important message
from space"

is a lousy
contestant search?

Sweet!

Will there be prizes?

And big cash
jackpots?

I'd love a fabulous
dream vacation!

This can't be!

The rock indicated a cultured,
highly advanced society!

Whoop,
whoop, whoop!

Boo-yah!

This week's show

pits these tiny-brained hominids
from the outer rim

against some of the galaxy's
most interesting life-forms.

Let's meet those life-forms now!

Vandana?

Thanks, Meldar!

They're smart, they're sassy,

and they've evolved
to a nonskeletal form.

Meet the Brains!

CHILDREN:
Eww...

Next, they've been called the
sharpest species in the galaxy.

Say hello to the Needleheads!

Mib!

Mib!

Mib!

( all repeating "mib" )

Oh, man, those voices

are going to get on my nerves.

And finally, they're
a warmongering species

from the Kondracke Belt,
give it up for the Gorlocks!

( audience booing )

My in-laws will feast
on your entrails!

Thanks, Vandana!

It looks like it will be
quite a match!

Now, let's get right to...

Excuse me.

Just what kind
of game is this?

( laughing )

Now, don't make fun.

Remember, it did
take them 500 years

to solve
the Riddle-Stone.

I'll explain it
to you slowly.

You'll be competing
against those species

in various "challenges."

The winner gets
a fabulous new car!

The loser gets their
home planet destroyed!

( gasping )

I can't believe
this is happening!

I know.

We could win
a new car!

Count us out, Meldar.

We refuse to participate
in this crude spectacle.

But, Jimmy,
the car!

Then you forfeit.

Your planet will be
destroyed in five, four,

three, two...

ALL:
No!

Stop!

We'll play! We'll play!

Wonderful.

The battle for survival
will begin in a moment.

But first, a word
from the good folks

at Quiznox Tentacle Lubricant!

Hugh, no one
seems to know

where the children are.

Oh, you know kids.

They're probably out
playing some crazy
space-alien game.

( laughs )

Look at duckie!

REVERBERATING VOICE:
Humans of Earth.

Your planet is being connected
to the Galactic Cable Network,

with over nine billion channels
of service.

Free cable?!

From space?!

MELDAR:
Enjoy watching your fellow
creatures play for their lives

on this edition of
Intergalactic Showdown.

What did he mean,
"play for their lives"?

I don't know.

But nine billion
channels!

( laughing )

Look at all
these great shows!

Laser soccer from Regulon.

Who Wants To Marry
A Yolkian.

Studs!

Hugh, go back!

I think I saw
the kids!

It was just some
stupid game show.

Hugh!

JUDY:
Jimmy!

My sweet baby!

What is he
doing there?!

Playing for cash
and valuable prizes,
I assume.

I'm calling
the other parents.

Stay on that channel!

Okay.

Ooh! Andromeda 90210!

Hugh!

Can't we just watch
at the commercials?

LIBBY:
Let me get
this straight.

If we don't play, he's going
to destroy the Earth?

What do we do? What do we do?!

We don't do
anything, Carl.

I have the most
extensive experience

with alien life-forms,
so I'll handle it.

My brain power
is our only hope

of winning this game.

Jimmy, as
your new friend,

may I say something?

Of course.

It was your
stupid brain power

that got us
into this mess!

( static crackles )

And we're back!

For our first event, we take
you to a desolate planetoid,

where the squishy
jelly bags from Earth

will face
the savage Gorlocks!

Let the games begin!

All right, admit it.

That was kind of cool.

All righty!

Who's ready
to play florgus ball?!

Florgus! Florgus! Florgus!

I love florgus ball!

What's florgus ball?

You've never heard
of florgus ball?

What, do you people
live in a cave?!

Look, it's simple.

All you have to do
is put this ball

through those goal posts...

We can do that!

While riding florguses!

M-M-Mr. Meldar,
do I have to play?

Can I be a cheerleader?

Oh, let me think... no!

Gorlocks and Jelly Bags,
mount your florguses!

( roars )

( grunting )

( florguses hissing,
Gorlock growling )

Heeyah! Heeyah!

Nice florgus.

Good boy.

Don't eat me.

Mommy!

Looks like this won't take long.

( grunting )

Heeyah! Heeyah!

In my homeland,

I am skilled bug rider.

Uh-oh.

Bolbi backwards!

"Chapter 27:
impress your chick

with your mastery
of the animal kingdom."

Hey, Libs!

Watch your man show
this tin-plated
flea who's boss!

Heeyah!

Whoa-oa-oa-oa!

Ready? Set? Florgus!

Leave it to me, guys!

Neutron, wait!

We can help!

( florguses hiss and s)

Oh, don't worry.

That probably didn't e.

( growling )

( game show theme playing )

MELDAR:
Score... Team Gorlock!

But she knocked me off!

She can do that?

I can do that.

( Gorlock laughing gut)

( grunting )

Good florgus...

All right, easy.

Hey, I'm on!

Everybody, look!

I'm riding a florgus!

( florgus squeals )

Neutron, this is
a team sport.

We've got
to work together.

Guys, trust me!

It's all
Euclidean geometry.

That's my specialty!

And... florgus!

( grunts )

ALL:
Florguses can fly?!

Yes! Didn't I mention?

Okay, that probably
hurt a little.

Your team plays

like the girly-men
of Xenon 5.

Surrender, and we
will be merciful.

And condemn my planet?

Never!

CARL:
Florgy, no!

Bad Florgy!

I don't care what Neut.

I'm getting in this game!

Heeyah!

Who's your girly-man now?

( roars )

I'm open!

Pass the ball!

I know I can b*at him!

( Gorlock roaring )

That actually looked
quite painful.

( game show music playing )

It's Gorlocks: two, zip!

Cindy was wide open!

Why didn't you
pass it to her?!

My fault--
I didn't allow for variables.

But I've recalculated
my strategy.

This game's not over yet!

And this game is over.

The final score: Gorlocks, 586,
Earth, zippitty-doo-dah!

Your wrists are thin, ,

but your heart is valiant.

My game plan was perfect.

I don't understand
how I could have lost!

Check out
the instant replay.

You might
learn something!

( Jimmy grunting and yelling
repeatedly )

Yay!

Jimmy fall off good!

Well, it certainly
looks bad for Team Earth.

If I were an Earthling,
I'd start thinking

about how to spend my last
fear-filled hours of life!

Get out of the way!

This is unimaginable!

It's
inconceivable!

I don't believe it!

I know!

The reception is amazing!

I can see every
bead of sweat

on your terrified
son's face, Wheezer!

And if you like this,
you'll love

this new soap opera
Andromeda 90210!

( TV remote clicks )

ALL:
Turn it back!

( TV remote clicks )

Well, you bipeds
better shape up.

Teams dropping
two events in a row

have had their
planets destroyed

99.99% of the time.

Gotta say, I'm lovin'
the whole zapping thing.

It's time for
our next event--

Mountain Menace!

The humans will be
facing the Needleheads,

who are just
coming off a victory

against the Brains

in the Greased
Martian Toss!

Mibs!
Mibs!
Mibs!

Mibs!
Mibs!
Mibs!

( yells )

They're like
tiny nails

scratching
on the blackboard
of my brain!

MELDAR:
Whichever team retrieves

one of the mushrooms
in front of that cave wins.

But watch out for the horrible
beast that lives inside.

TEAM EARTH:
Aww.

Mib, mib.
Mib.
Mib.

Oh, man, I'm going
to run over there

and get that mushroom
just to shut them up.

Check it out, babe.

Cowabunga!

( roars menacingly )

( Sheen screams )

Takes a real man
to run that fast.

Nice try, Sparky,

but how about waiting

till I start the game!

Ready? Set? Go!

( all saying "mib" )

Okay, everybody--
let's split up.

One flank to the left,
one to the right.

The right flank can run
interference for the left.

Too dangerous,
Cindy.

It'll be safer if I use

Goddard's extending claw
to grab a mushroom.

Goddard, fetch!

( Goddard squealing )

( whining pitifully )

Mibs.
Mibs.
Mibs.

Mib.

ALL:
Mib!

Mibs.

Mibs.

Mib.

( squeaky voice ):
Mibs.

Mibs, mibs, mib.

Mib.

Mibs, mibs, mib.

Mib.

Mib!

( Needleheads all saying "mib" )

The Needleheads win.

( cheering "mib" )

CARL:
We lost again.

We should have gone
with Cindy's plan.

How could we be
beaten by them?

Because they
played like a team.

Ever hear the word, Neutron?

Your grandstanding is going to
get the entire Earth destroyed.

Look, if you guys think
you can do a better job,

then just say so.

ALL:
We think we can do a better job!

Mibs.

( screams ):
Why you little...

Come back here!

Well, day one is over

and it looks like
Team Earth is dead last.

SPECTATORS:
Aww...

I know-- poor, overmatched,
little tiny-brains.

Let's check in with them
at base camp, shall we?

I can't lie to you-- we had
a bad first day out there.

But I still believe

I have the trust and support
of my fellow teammates.

Neutron's being
a total buttbrain.

I swear, if he gets
the Earth blown up,

our friendship is over.

Hello, peoples.

Hello to you.

I can't see you.

Are you in there?

Hello.

Yeah, I'll be honest w-

this is a man's planet.

Like I was saying
to my chicky-babe Libby earlier,

"Cupcake," I said,
"just sit back

and let your big strong hunka
man take care of you, right?"

That's it!

Stop the camera.

And you!
Come with me.

Ow, ow! Not so hard--
I'm delicate.

Uh, guys,

I think building camp
would go more quickly if we...

ALL:
Don't touch anything!

Careful, Libby.

You'll hurt your
little delicate hands.

Sheen,
what are you doing?

I shall make the fire.

But, but...
I got it.

( grunting fiercely )

Did I make the fire?

No, but you sure
b*at the heck

out of the earrings
I was making.

Bad news, nitrogen gulpers.

As the last-place team,

you must now vote off
one of your teammates.

But first, a little ambiance.

Let the ritual begin.

We are not
voting anyone off.

Okay, then, in that case,
I'll have to destroy Earth.

ALL:
No!!

Quit arguing
with him, Neutron.

We all know there's
at least one person

this team would be
better off without.

Bolbi?

No-- Neutron.

Oh, so that's
the way you want it.

Well, bring it on,
Blondie.

I've got Carl
and Sheen on my side.

Right, guys?

BOTH:
Right.

Sheen, no!
Vote with me
and Cindy.

Right.

JIMMY:
Don't tell him who to vote for.

( all arguing )

Ooh, I'm loving this.

It's time to vote.

Each player will step forward

and place their vote
into the giant Head of Truth.

First up, Jimmy.

I tried to be your friend,
but I have a planet to save.

Sorry, pally.

The human race can't afford
another slip-up.

Bye-bye, big-head.

Well, you know
what they say, dude:

You can fool all the people
some of the time,

but you can't fool the time
with the people that the, the...

Forget it! Dang!

I hope that once you
get over the betrayal,

you'll still
come over for cookies.

( barks )

Bolbi not wearing underpants.

I'll tally the votes.

"Jimmy."

"Cindy."

"Bolbi."

"Cindy."

"Jimmy."

"Bowlbee."

Sorry, Libs,

but I'm not
your love puppet.

That'd be a nice
nickname, though.

MELDAR:
Two votes Jimmy.

Two votes Cindy.

Two votes Bolbi.

And the first person

voted off your team will be...

And the first person
voted off your team will be...

Bolbi.

Yes!!

Bolbi, you just voted
yourself off.

Yes-- in
everybody's face
except Bolbi.

No, you wanted to lose.

Winning is bad.

How can win
be bad?

Win be good.

Bolbi, your team has spoken.

It's time for you to go.

( screaming )

What did you
do to him?

He'll be kept in
the Cell of Indignity

until the end of the game.

You can only free him
by winning.

Remember, one more loss
and Earth will be destroyed.

Sleep tight.

Poor Bolbi-- trapped
in the Cell of Indignity.

He's probably being horribly
tormented right now.

A little to the left.

This is terrible.

We can't just sit here
and do nothing.

The funny-talking lady is right.

I'll go make some snacks.

Wait a minute, Hugh.

Doesn't Jimmy have an
old wormhole generator

outside behind
his clubhouse?

You mean that
time/space gizmo of his?

Yeah, but I was going to
turn that into a bird feeder.

Darhlink,
could this generator
get us to that planet

so we can help
our babies?

It might--
if we can get it running.

Then let's move, people!

Move it! Move it!

I will run powerful extension
cords to your lawn, yes.

I'll set up the computer
next to the clubhouse.

Sugarbooger,
what should I do?

Keep watching, Hugh.

We need to know
what's happening
with the children.

You can count on me...

just as soon as
I make some bean dip.

I can't believe
I almost got voted off.

( whines )

I know everyone wants to help,

but it's too risky.

My genius is our only chance.

What was that?

Stay here, boy.

Be quiet
or we both die.

You...!

You better back off,
I'm warning you.

I've been doing...
wrist sit-ups.

I come in peace, Earthboy--
hear me.

I can see that you are the most
intelligent of your species.

Thanks.

Uh, what do you
want exactly?

For eons, this show
has plagued the galaxy.

But with your keen mind,

we might be able to end
this game forever.

I don't see how.

Meldar can
instantaneously

transmute matter
and energy.

There's no defense
against that.

Meldar keeps us weak

by pitting us
against each other.

But if we all joined forces--

Gorlock, Human,
Needlehead and Brain--

we might find
a way to defeat him.

Wait a minute,
why should I trust you?

You almost k*lled me today.

Ah, but I didn't.

That's true.

By the way, my name
is Jimmy Neutron.

I am Chee-aaaak-toh.

But you can just
call me "April."

Chee-aaaak-toh--
nice name.

No, I'm serious.

Call me April.

I must go.

Consider my words,
Jimmy Neutron.

Neutron,
what's going on?

I thought I heard
a creepy alien.

Are you okay?

They're not creepy,
and I'm fine.

What do you care, anyway?

You tried
to vote me off tonight.

Yeah... listen, um...
about that...

I may have been
a little rough.

A little?

If it were up to you,

I'd be in the
Cell of Indignity.

Well, it was
your fault we lost.

Well, it won't
happen again.

Good night!
Good night!

Good night!!

SHEEN:
Good night.

CARL:
Can I have a glass of water?

I don't love you
anymore, Malvac.

I never have.

A sulfur-breathing
vixen like you

doesn't know how to love.

Oh, no!
Could this be the end

of Dakota's torrid affair
with Dr. Malvac?

JUDY:
Hugh!

I'm changing it back.

It's time for our next event.

Let's go live
to the planet surface.

All right-- welcome back

to our second day of play.

Humans, Needleheads-- it's time
to play Can You Eat This?

Bring forth
the Wheel of Consumption.

Now, the rules are simple.

You spins it, you eats it.

Needleheads-- take it away.

Mib.

Mibs.

( chanting "Mibs" )

( chanting in unison )

NEEDLEHEADS:
Mibs!!!

( whines )

( all gulp )

Oh, too bad--

bring out the
disgusting Earth goop.

Aw, man,
banana cream pie.

How lucky
can you get?

( gulps, gasps )

Mibs, mibs...

Talk about
your messy eaters.

Humans-- you're up next.

I measured the torque
of his spin with my watch.

I think I can make the wheel
land on banana cream pie again.

This event goes to the person
with the strongest stomach.

But, uh...
No buts--
have Carl do it.

Yeah, he eats anything.

I don't eat newspaper.

Well, I'm trying to quit.

( shouting encouragement )

EARTHLINGS:
Ew!

( screams )

Mmm-mm-- it's
a scrumptious plate

of Plutonian
Gut Chunks-- yum-yum.

Great, don't listen
to the guy

who computed
the torque spin.

He lives in a sad
little fantasy world.

I can't eat that.

Carl, you've got to.

I can't.

If you don't,
the entire Earth
will be destroyed.

There'll be
no more Retroville.

No more ice cream.

No more llamas.

All right!
I'll do it for the llamas...

and Jimmy's mom.

Hmm... mmm, mmm!

Mmm, these are really good.

CARL:
Wonderful!

( slurping noisily )

Mmm-mmm... ( gulps )

Ahh.

Team Earth wins.

( cheering )

Please, sir,
can I have some more?

Come on-- let go.

Just let me lick the plate.

You're very lucky
life-forms.

I doubt you'll do as well
in the next event.

See, Neutron? That's what
happens when we work as a team.

We got lucky, Cindy.

That dish could have
poisoned Carl.

But it didn't!

We all have skills
to contribute.

Psst--
Jimmy Neutron.

Excuse me.

I got to go
fix a thing...

behind the
place... there.

What is your answer?

Will you help me?

I don't know, April.

There's a lot at stake here.

My planet could be destroyed
if I mess up again.

Would you allow a thousand
worlds to be crushed

while you tremble
like a Dembian Wimpbeetle?

Well, of course not.

You're right--
I'd rather go down fighting.

Count me in.

I knew you would
not disappoint me.

Ugh! You kissed me.

I simply pledged
loyalty to you

with the Gorlockan
Seal of Trust.

What is "kiss"?

Yeah, well, it's...
a sign of affection.

Okay, you see,
when a girl likes a boy,

then they, uh...

Aha!

I knew something funny
was going on!

No, Cindy, no.

It was a simple...
trust ritual.

Oh, like I didn't just
see you swapping alien spit!

Not that I care... at all.

I do not understand,
Jimmy Neutron.

Is the pale, homely
female your mate?

No!
No way!

Homely?!

I do not think
she is worthy of you.

Oh, yeah?

Who asked you?

No one.

Do you want a piece of me?

I thought you'd never ask.

( girls grunt )

Catfight!
Catfight!

Cindy, April,
stop!

Have you lost your min!

I dream about girls
fighting over me every night.

That, and swimming
in a vat of pudding.

Stop!

Conserve energy for events,

and stay away from Earth scum.

Are you all right,
Cindy?

Like you care.

Go check on your
girlfriend.

She's not my girlfriend.

We're tearing each oth!

Are you certain
this machine

will tear the
very fabric

of time and space?

Well, not with that attitude
it won't, Mr. Negative Pants.

Hugh, what's happening
on the show?

It looks bad.

Dakota just found a blonde scale
on Dr. Malvac's suit.

I mean on
Jimmy's show.

Oh, uh, I think they're going
to start the final event.

Oh, we've got
to hurry!

So, uh, how do you guys go
to the bathroom?

We have eliminated the need
for such activities.

Cool! Could you show me how?

If we could wait ten million
years for you to evolve.

Hello...
( chuckling )

( chuckles )

No, no seriously.

Brains, humans,
welcome

to the obstacle-course
challenge.

The humans need a victory
to stay alive.

Contestants must traverse
the bridge of horror,

scale the mysterious monolith,
cross the molten river,

leap over the pit of fear and
cross the finish line to win.

We'll begin

on my signal.

We can win this,
easy.

I hate to say this,
but I think you're right.

Ready?

No cheating.

And...

( fires g*n )

Guys... guys,
it's a shortcut.

That's weird.

Why would they put a sign up?

It doesn't matter.

I can see
the finish line.

Come on!

( all cheering )

We did it!

We're back in Retroville!

We won the game!

( all cheering )

Take that, alien slime!

Can you smell what the Earth
is cooking?

( all cheering )

Guys... guys,
hold it.

Something is wrong here.

Where's Bolbi?

He was supposed
to come back with us.

And where's Goddard?

CINDY:
Where's... anybody?

The whole town
is empty.

Uh, guys, check out
the street signs.

CINDY:
They're blank.

All of them.

But at least the new
daytime moon is pretty.

JIMMY:
A striped moon?

That's a meteorological
impossibility.

PARENTS ( in ghostly voice ):
Kids... Carl... Jimbo...

Did... did you
hear that?!

PARENTS:
Kids... Jimmy Neutron...
Libby...

It's coming from over there.

Come on!

PARENTS:
Kids... Kids... Kids...
Kids... Kids... Kids...

Carl...

Well, this was fun.

Good luck
with everything.

Carl, get back here!

Stay close, everyone.

( door creaking )

( camera clicks )

PARENTS:
Hooray! Yay!

BOTH:
All hail the conquering
young heroes.

Mom, Dad, what a relief.

Yeah, for a moment
we thought everyone

in town had vanished.

( camera clicks )

PARENTS:
Yay! Hooray!

BOTH:
All hail the conquering
young heroes.

Okay...

Here, kids, eat and forget
this whole scary business, yes.

PARENTS:
Eat, children.

Eat and forget.

( spits )

Ew, it tastes like Sheetrock.

Wow, I've never tried
that flavor.

PARENTS ( chanting ):
Eat and forget.

Eat and forget.

Uh, Jimmy, what
the heck

is wrong
with our parents?

Could be anything--
stress, lack of sleep,

being turned into zombie aliens.

Either way, run!

( parents chanting,
children screaming )

I don't think we're
in Retroville.

This is all an illusion.

The Brains have placed us
under mass hypnosis.

What if they make us act
like chickens?!

What do we do, Jimmy?

Unless we can break
their hold on us,

we're completely at
the Brains' mercy.

PARENTS:
Eat... Forget...

They're coming!

I say we jump.

Maybe the shock
will wake us up.

Or get us k*lled.

For once trust someone
other than yourself.

I've got a gut feeling
about this.

PARENTS:
Eat... Forget...
Eat... Forget...

Eat... Forget...
Eat... Forget...

Jimmy, come on!

This goes against science.

Trust me!

( parents chanting )

( kids screaming )

( all gasp )

We're back.

We shattered
the illusion.

But, look, the Brains
are almost at the finish line!

We're too late!

We're going to lose!

No, we're not.

We can still catch them
if we work together.

Come on!

Go without me!

( kids scream )

( screams )

( metal clinking,
sparks crackling )

Go, go!

( Libby, Sheen screaming )

Go, Carl!

( Carl screaming )

( mechanicals whirring,
sparks crackling )

Cindy, you go!

I'll hold it!

But you can't...

Just go!

Neutron!

( kids cheering )

Nice going, guys.

I knew you were going
to say that.

Oh,
did you really?

Yes, because you always do.

Oh, really?

Yes, really.

MAN ( on television ):
One of these days...

one of these days, Zoren 5--

bang, zoom!--
to the planetary nebula!

( chuckles )

I love the classics.

Better check on the kids.

Hey, Jimbo has won
another round!

All right!

This is as exciting
as it gets, folks.

Earth has pulled
into a tie
for the lead.

Jelly Bags, it looks like
you'll be facing the Gorlocks

in a sudden-death showdown.

Bring it on, tuxedo boy.

Oh, I will...
right after these messages.

( gasps )

A tie breaker
with the Gorlocks

for the very fate
of Earth itself?

I'm going to need more snacks.

Okay, that should do it.

Wormhole generator pow.

( all gasp )

Would you
look at that?

It works!

If I can lock onto
Goddard's coordinates...

And we're back.

It's time for the final event,
pitting the savage Gorlocks

against the show's biggest
surprise, Team Jelly Bag.

ALL:
Team Earth!

Whatever.

Each team must select
one player to compete

in our trivia showdown.

( growling )

You're up, Jimmy.

Maybe one of you should play.

You know as much
about their culture as I do.

Neutron, it's trivia.

If you can't answer
the question, we're doomed.

Don't think
about screwing up

and destroying
the Earth.

Have fun with it.

( gulps )

( growls )

All right, now, the first player
to bang the gong of trivia

will receive the question.

The clock starts
when I say go. Go!

Huh?!
Huh?!

( grunting )

( growls )

I've got to reach that gong.

( Jimmy screaming )

( roars )

Well done,
Gorlock.

Now, remember, the rules
allow you one lifeline--

someone back home
who can answer
the question.

Here's your question:

( game show theme plays )

"Why do the Krexels of Remnion 8
cross the ice caps of Merbior?"

Um... to get to the ot?

Oh, so close.

No.

It's to shed their
suction cups, and mate.

Sorry.

( Gorlock screaming )

Father!

Well,
little jelly man,

it looks like
it's all up to you.

( game show theme plays )

( beeping )

I found them!

We have their
coordinates!

Lock and load, people.

Let's do
this thing.

ALL:
One...

All right, everyone,
who wants nachos?

ALL:
Two...

Whoa!

ALL:
Three!

HUGH:
My nachos!

Hugh!

Oh, Hugh...

( screaming )

And now, Jimmy Neutron,
here is your question.

( audience gasps )

Hmm?

( Hugh screaming )

Dad?!

Jimbo, hi!

Your mom got your
wormhole thingy running,

and I saved the nachos.

Well, interesting.

It seems this jelly bag
is this earthling's lifeline.

ALL:
No, he isn't!

Hmm?

I should explain,
Dad.

Oh, I know everything, Jimbo.

You're on
Intergalactic Showdown--

the Malvexian Galaxy's
most popular game show--

and you're tied for the lead.

But how did you...

It's one of the new shows
your mom and I get

with our new galactic
cable hookup.

Is he your lifeline or isn't he?

Come on, Jimbo,
what do you say?

I've always been great
at game shows.

Unless you'd rather
do this on your own.

Guys, my dad's going
to be our lifeline.

That's crazy!
What?!

Listen to me.

He's been watching spa.

He knows more about
alien culture than any of us.

Everyone else had a talent
that made the team stronger.

So how about it?

I trust my dad.

He has a point.

Maybe he could
do it.

Oh,
all right.

Dad, it's
all yours.

Cool!

Come on, Meldar.

Let her rip.

Oh, with pleasure.

For the survival of the planet,
here's your question...

What have I done?

Here is your question:

How many evil twins were hatched
from Dakota's birth sac

on the popular daytime drama
Andromeda 90210?

( all gasp )

But no one could
possibly answer that!

( all groan )

We're toast.

It's okay, Dad.

You tried.

Hold up, Jimbo,
I'm not done.

It's impossible to answer,

because Dakota's evil twin
wasn't hatched-- she was cloned

by Dr. Malvac's jealous wife's
ex-husband's former love child!

Duh!

Sorry, Team Earth,
it looks like you...

...are our big winners!

( cheering and applause )

( all exclaim )

( cheering )

( all scream )

( cheering and applause )

♪ There they are,
the dominant life-form ♪

♪ There they are,
highly evolved... ♪

( blows kiss )

♪ The dreams
of a million species ♪

♪ Who are smarter
than granite ♪

♪ Can come true
on some beautiful planet ♪

♪ If they live to be... ♪

♪ The most dominant
life-form... of all... ♪

♪ All...! ♪

( song ends )

Oh, sweet freedom!

Humans, your
planet is saved.

You are now free
to go home...

in your beautiful
new astro car!

AUDIENCE:
Ooh!

VANDANA:
That's right, Meldar.

It's the Antares
Z-Class Sedan

with multi-warp
star drive

and optional cloaking device!

JIMMY:
That's it?!

You kidnap us into space,

thr*aten to blow up Earth

and you think
you can make it right

by giving us a stupid car?

Maybe you'd like me
to destroy your planet anyway.

ALL:
No, no, no!

The car's fine!

CARL:
Yeah, we love the car!

I thought not.

Care to stick around

for the destruction

of the losing home worlds?

No, thanks, we're good.

Come on, son.

But... shouldn't we...

Forget it,
let's get out of here!

Yeah, before
he destroys

everything we love
and cherish.

Shotgun!

April, I...

CARL:
Well, guys,

we saved the Earth.

And more importantly,

we won the car!

This isn't right.

We've got to go back!

Neutron, what
are you doing?

I'm reprogramming
the auto pilot.

I won't let all those planets
be destroyed!

Are you nuts?!

We barely got out
of there alive!

Now, Jimbo's right, kids.

Having your planet destroyed

can ruin your whole week!

But how do we stop Meldar?

I mean, he can do anything--
sing, dance, act.

Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!

We do it
by using teamwork, Carl.

Hang on, everyone!

Uh...are we sure
we have the right Jimmy?

Life-forms,
time to destroy your planets!

( crowd cheering lustily )

First up: Planet Gorlock!

Do your worst, space slime!

Oh, I will.

Who wants to join me
in the big countdown?

( with audience ):
Five, four...

three, two, one...

( static )

ALL:
Huh?

( chuckling awkwardly )

Hoo... we, uh...

well, we seem to be having
some technical difficulty.

SHEEN ( over monitor ):
Attention, fellow aliens,
attention!

We interrupt this program

to bring you
an important news bulletin!

Uh... deadly clam-hoppers
from Ultralord episode 143--

it was an excerpt--
are headed this way!

All life-forms are urged
to calmly...

run for your lives!

Run! Flee! Go!

( Sheen screaming )

I'm being att*cked right now!

It's got me! No!

No...!

Someone is getting so fired!

SHEEN:
Clam-hoppers!

( screaming )

( calmly ):
That is all.

I've never heard of Ultralord
or clam-hoppers.

But if it's on network news,
it must be true!

( all screaming )

Stop! Remain calm.

I still control
all that you see and hear!

What in the name
of curved space!

The jelly bags?

Ha-ha! You missed me!

Jimmy Neutron,
you came back!

What are friends for?

HUGH:
All right,

everyone into the car!

And check out the plush,
roomy interior!

Wait! We can't go yet.

We've got to be sure
no species

will ever be forced
to play this game again.

But Meldar
has been destroyed!

We saw it!

I'm afraid he's only
temporarily disrupted.

Then we must go.

( everyone agrees )

Wait. Listen.

Absolute power like Meldar's

has to be focused

through
a matrix generator.

If we can find that generator,
we can shut him down for good!

It's madness.

There's no hope!

There is if
we combine our talents.

Meldar kept us weak
by forcing us to compete,

but together, Brain, Needlehead,
Gorlock and humans can team up

to cancel his show per!

Who's with me?

I am with the Earthboy!

Who's up for putting
Intergalactic Showdown
out of business?

I'm in! Kids?

I'm in!
BOTH:
Yeah!

We are swayed by your logic.

Mibs!

Okay, then, here's the plan...

( all gasp )

Poor clueless life-forms.

Don't you get it?

I can bend space, twist time,
warp reality... like this!

There are too many.

Fall back!

( screeching )

Going somewhere?

I think we
can take her!

Who wants to buy a vowel?

( yelps )
( yelps )

We're back, folks!

( laughs maniacally )

With a real show stopper!

Put me down!

Goddard, beam Vandana's
positronic brain!

We might be able
to control her!

( girls shriek )

( voice vibrates ):
A new... new car!

Thanks Meldar... Meldar!

Now what!

Oh!

I'm going to be sore
in the morning.

Now's our chance!

att*ck!

This is going to be fun!

( high-pitched yelping )

( high-pitched yelping )

Hard to maintain control.

And the brighter
those cuff links glow,

the stronger Meldar
seems to get!

Mibs!

Mibs!

Mibs!

Mibs!

Ah, very nice.

What did you
do to him?

He thinks he's
a beautiful ballerina.

He's quite graceful.

( shrieks )

Yo, brainless!

Over here!

On three.

Works for me.

One, two, three.

( grunting )

( toots horn )

Bad Florgy!

Bad Florgy!

I hate show biz.

( gasps )

Leapin' Leptons!

Of course!
Meldar's matrix generators--

they must be hidden
in his cuff links!

And by the way, you're fired.

It's time I sent you
to commercial, permanently.

On, Sugarcube!

Huh?

( groans )

( cheering )

Carl, I need his cuff links!

Here you go, Jim.

SHEEN:
Carl! You tamed your fear

and your florgus!

Yeah!

Her name's Sugarcube.

She likes to have her eye panels
scratched, don't you, baby?

( screeches )

You jelly bags think
you're funny, do you?

Well, comedy is easy.

Dying is very, very hard!

My matrix generators!

JIMMY:
Hey, floaty-boy!

Looking for these?

Careful!
If you let the poles touch,

you could blow up
the entire quadrant!

Please! I'll do
anything you want!

Really? Will you stop tormenting
other beings

for your amusement?

Done!

And will you

put the Brains in charge
of programming

more wholesome family
entertainment?

Never!

All right, I agree, I agree!

Now give me back my ge.

I don't think so!

I'm going to leave these

with someone a little
more responsible.

Someone I know I can trust.

I will prove myself worthy
of your trust, Jimmy Neutron.

Was that the Gorlockan
seal of trust?

No. That was a kiss.

( growls )

( suggestively ):
Mibs!

Time to go home, kids.

Uh, sorry, Carl,

but you know what florgus grease
does to the interior.

He can't come.

Good-bye, Sugarcube.

I'll miss you.

( screeches )

Come on, Romeo,
let's get out
of here!

Will I ever see you again?

Our planets
are separated

by parsecs of space,
Jimmy Neutron.

Maybe just
one more kiss then.

Get in here!

( calling out "good-bye" )

So, blah, blah, blah,
your planets are saved.

What about me?!

What am I supposed
to do now?

I've been thinking about that.

Exercise the easy way with
the amazing Electron Toner!

( shrieking )

Ow!

Ow!

This is quite painful.

( shrieking )

This really hurts!

( shrieking )

( laughing )

I love my nine-billion-
channel cable hookup.

It's amazing!

I'm so glad the aliens
let you stay connected.

Have I shown you
my favorite channel?

( switches channel;
sultry music playing )

Low-gravity snuggling
from Venus?

Come here you.

( chuckling; claps twice )

( Hugh quacks; both gi)

HUGH:
Ooh, your hands are cold.

( smacking lips )

Oh, Sam, I, um...

I had the most horrible dream
about your ice cream.

Don't worry, Carl.

Just eat and forget.

Eat and forget, yeah.

Uh...

( eating noisily )

See, Sheen,
you don't need

some dumb booklet
to impress me.

You helped save the Earth

just by being your old
nerdy, hyperactive self.

Thanks, Libs,
and from now on,

I'll leave
the dumb nicknames

to my new friend...

Dino Suave!

SHEEN:
Hey, sweet-cakes,
you're kind of cute.

No.

JIMMY:
There.

"I, Jimmy, agree
that you, Cindy,

surpass me in several
extremely cool categories."

Your turn.

"And I, Cindy, agree
to be more appreciative

and demonstrably nicer,
to you, Jimmy."

You know, Neutron,
this is kind of like

our version
of the Gorlockan seal of trust.

Huh?

Oh, well, maybe from...

a certain point
of view, I guess.

( giggles )

What a weird ritual!

Um... how did it work
again, exactly?

Well, uh... you...

you just sort of pucker
your lips like this,

and...

( whooshing, loud crashing )

Oh, no, it's
happening again!

( monitor humming )

COMPUTER:
Greetings, Jimmy Neutron.

You've got Warp Mail.

APRIL ( over monitor ):
All is well, Jimmy Neutron.

Today we slew a giant corchak
and there was much feasting.

Then we retooled shows
for the new fall lineup.

( blows kiss )

( laughs nervously )

Oh, just forget it, Neutron!

You two obviously have

a lot of "trust sealing"
to catch up on!

"Snuggle Bunny"?

"Twinkle Face"?

"Gangstress of Love"?

That's all I got!

Hey, Carl, come back inside.

My new Rocky Road
has actual rocks, yeah.

I'll be right there!

Cindy, it's
just an email.

It'd be rude not to respond.

CINDY:
Go ahead, write a novel
for all I care!

Who's stopping you?

But... but... but... but...

But...

Hmm... let's see now.

"Dear April..."

CINDY:
Okay, that's long enough!

JIMMY:
Cindy, wait, no!

( rocket launching )

Hi, I'm Paul.

JIMMY:
Got to blast!