03x12 - Incredible Shrinking Town

[bunniefuu]

Gotta Blast!

♪ Into the stars,
goin' by Candy Bar's ♪

♪ Rides a kid with a knack
for invention ♪

♪ With a super-powered mind,
a mechanical canine ♪

( barks )

♪ He rescues the day
from sure destruction ♪

♪ This is the theme song ♪

♪ For Jimmy Neutron. ♪

( mechanical whirring )

( barking )

( yells )

Okay, listen up.

Time to choose up
sides for B-ball.

Okay, I'd like
all the short kids...

to get the heck
out of the way

while I pick
all the tall kids.

I'll take Stretch.

Um... Long John.

Abnormally Tall Bob.

Um... Lengthy Lou.

Oh, man-- bottom-
of-the-barrel time.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Shine.

Yes! I am so
not the last guy.

SAM:
Carl-- for
comic relief.

Bless you much.

Ugh-- Neutron.

Ah, cheer up, Jimmy.

Hey, after the game,
you want to come over

and watch Wizard of Oz?

I love those
little Munchkins.

What?
What'd I say?

Man, you dinky guys
are so touchy.

You guys have no idea
what it's like to be
the short guy.

It's like... it's like...

You're not going
to sing, are you?

It's just
that all this week

it's been open season
on short guys.

You should go
to our teeny-weeny
little tyke section.

They have shorts
with your favorite

cartoon characters
on them.

Okay, all the little shorties
down front.

That means you, Neutron.

( kids laughing )

KIDS:
Neutron shorty.

Don't let them laugh
at you, Neutron.

Stand up and
face them like a man.

He is standing.

( laughter )

NICK:
Pass, pass-- I'm open.

You're right,
Jimmy.

Tiny people are a drain
on our society.

That wasn't
my point at all.

You weren't
even listening.

It's hard to hear you
from all the way down there.

Try shouting next time.

Don't let it
get to you, Jim.

I mean, think of all
the famous short people:

Napoleon, President
John Adams, Frodo.

Forget it.

I don't want to play basketball.

Let's get out of here
and go to Retroland.

Excellent idea.

You can forget your troubles

and we can go
on the brand-new ride...

JIMMY, SHEEN, CARL:
The Vomitorium!

"Do not go on this ride

if you have a bad back,
bad neck or hate puking."

Sorry, small fry, you got to be
as tall as me to ride this.

Did you just
call me "small fry"?

Yeah, small fry--
what are you going
to do about it?

The straw that breaks
the camel's back.

What camel?

So, I got to be
as tall as you, right?

Sheen, where's
the camel?

Bathroom, bathroom,
bathroom!

( slowed voice ):
No!

No!

( all three scream )

( laughs foolishly ):
Well, this doesn't happen
every day.

Hey, what's going on?
I'm small.

I hope that camel
doesn't step on us.

( crash )

I hope that's ice cream.

What are we
going to do?

I know, I know.

We'll find a bunch of rats,

learn to ride them
and put on a rat rodeo.

We'll make millions!

No! I've got to get
back to the lab

and make
a resizing ray, fast.

Everybody on Goddard.

What about me?

Take me with you.

Sorry, you have to be this tall
to ride my dog.

The shrink ray hit
everyone in Retroville.

Hey, I'm
the same size

as my UltraLady
action figure.

I could
date her.

Goddard, go to my house!
Go, go!

You can't date her, Sheen.

She's UltraLord's fiancée.

They've been engaged
for 12 years.

He has a problem
with commitment.

Well, I don't approve.

Deal
with it!

I really need to expand
my circle of friends.

Jimmy, did your shrink ray
affect birds, too?

No, just humans.

Birds and animals
remain normal size.

Oh... then that cute,
normal-size bird

is about to eat us!

( all scream )

( crying )

( whooping )

This is a nightmare.

How am I going
to clean this house
if I'm six inches tall?

I know, these are dark
times, Sugarbooger.

But look on the bright side.

We finally got a jumbo-size TV.

JUDY:
James Isaac Neutron,

are you responsible for this?

You know, Mom, we could waste
precious time assigning blame.

Jimmy!

Kind of.

Hugh, speak
to your son.

Mom, Dad,
don't worry.

I'll have you normal-sized again
before you know it.

No hurry, just take your time.

Why don't you ask

your non-geniusy friends
to help you out?

Goddard, do an air-
to-ground assessment

of the situation
and report back.

( barks )

( loud growling )

( all scream )

J-J-J-Jimmy,
what do we do?

Try not to look
like fire hydrants.

( snarling )

ALL:
Aah!

( snarling )

Carl, remember when you took
ventriloquist lessons?

Yeah?

Oh, I love
ventriloquism.

I got an idea.

Maybe Carl can do
a little show for us
before we get eaten!

Finished?

Yeah.

Carl, can you throw
your voice

and sound like Cindy
to distract the dog?

CINDY:
Neutron!

Great job.

It wasn't me.

Cindy, call off
your stupid dog.

Not until you make me
normal, Neutron!

I'm a scientist,
not a miracle worker.

Just do it, Albert Idiotstein.

I'd be glad to if there wasn't
a giant dog in the way.

Humphrey, down.

CARL:
Oh, wow,
that was close.

Now listen, Neutron,
you better...

VOICE:
Cynthia Vortex!

Come over here
and help your mother

clean up Humphrey's
extremely large
poopy poo-poo.

Ooh... just make us
big, Neutron.

( Sheen and Carl straining )

SHEEN:
Know what's great
about this?

What?

Nothing!

Mmm... ( munching )

Mmm!

( loud slurping )

( burps loudly )

( shouts; clunk )

Hey, look, I'm a stupid mime.

Sheen, you know how I feel
about mime bashing.

Hey, Jimmy, how long you think
we're going to be small?

As long as it takes me
to build another resizing ray.

In the meantime,
everyone in Retroville

will just have to go on
with their lives.

Hmm... I wonder
what that will be like.

MISS FOWL:
Good morning, students.

I'm going to pass out
today's quiz.

( Sheen screams )

Whoa!

( yells )

( splat )

♪ Da-da, da-da, da-da, da, da. ♪

What are you looking at, punk?

♪ Da-da, da-da, da-da, da, da. ♪

( music throbbing )

( blows whistle )

( all yell )

( whistles nonchalantly )

TV ANNOUNCER:
Good evening--
our story tonight:

Local genius and pain
in the butt Jimmy Neutron says

his shrink ray will be
completed tomorrow morning.

An anxious Retroville
waits to get big.

( piano keys sound )

Whew, thank goodness
this will be over tomorrow.

Hey, pretty lady,
how's about knocking off early

and coming with me?

Oh, Hugh!

Whee!

So, where
are we going?

The drive-in.

GIANT ( on TV ):
Don't let my size frighten you.

LITTLE CREATURE:
Help, help, let me go!
I don't want to die...

( alarm ringing )

Travoltron,
the next time we rob
the Venus National Bank,

don't wave at
the security camera.

I can't help it.

I'm just
so good-looking.

Go to hyper-thrust, fool!

I can't--
Zix traded in our thrusters

for a box of them
Plutonian swimsuit magazines.

Swimsuit magazines!
What's with you, fool?

I happen to read them
for the articles.

Now, hold on while we lose them
in one of these star systems.

Tee, what's the nearest
M-class planet?

TEE:
Earth.

Earth?

Yeah, fool, Earth!

Earth it is.

Good-- we'll hide out here.

See if there's anything
worth stealing...

Hey-- look at
the cute little people.

Let's go out
and squish them.

Squish them
yourself, fool.

I'm going to make me
a people pie!

As usual,
I have a better idea.

All we've got to do is capture
these little creatures

and then... ( whispering )

Hey, why are
you whispering?

It's more dramatic.

( crowd murmuring )

JIMMY:
Citizens of Retroville,

prepare to return
to your normal size.

It's about time.

Yeah, make us
big, yeah.

ZIX:
They're absolutely adorable.

Prepare to suck them
into the holding bins.

Sorry, UltraLady.

Perhaps someday society will let
people and action figures

follow their hearts.

Initiating enlargement sequence.

One... two...
( loud pounding )

May we crash this party?

( all gasp )

This is mine.

This would look beautiful
in my ma's den.

Attention, please.

You are all our prisoners.

To save time, I suggest
you don't run around screaming

and make us chase you.

( all scream )

No one ever listens.

Get 'em!

( citizens of Retroville
screaming )

( vacuum whirring )

SHEEN:
In here.

How long do you think
we can hide in here?

( pounding footsteps )

Hey, those are the aliens

that tried to steal
our astro-rubies

and almost k*lled us.

SHEEN:
I can use the UltraLord
mind control on them.

Sheen, no!

You don't need
to look in this box!

These aren't the kids
you're looking for!

Move along!

This talking lunch box
is creeping me out.

I'm just going to move along.

JIMMY:
I don't believe it.

Ha-ha, got you, monkey boy.

Feel the power of UltraLord.

UltraLord!

UltraLord!

UltraLord!

I probably shouldn't have
done that.

( all screaming )

Hey, I got them.

( Jimmy screams )

You were bigger the
last time I saw you...

but not much.

How would you all like to take
a nice, long, terrifying trip?

Depends.

Will we get any souvenirs?

Will we have to go
to any boring museums?

( lid slams shut )

Will I have to sit next to Carl?

( humans calling for help )

( pounding and screaming )

( screaming and crying )

Young man,
you are inhuman.

Hush your mouth,
old woman.

I pity humans.

Does your mother know
you're doing this?

No, but when she gets
out of prison, I'll tell her.

Well, we can all thank
our favorite boy genius

for getting us into
mortal danger again.

At least we can say
we had an exciting childhood.

Hey, look-- it's the old
McSpanky's burger joint

that we used to work at till
you sh*t it at the sun, Jimmy.

They've turned it
into a spaceship.

It's okay,
our worries are over.

We're rich!

I bet they dissect us
like frogs.

Maybe they're going
to make us into pets.

Or train us to ride rats
in a rat rodeo

and travel the galaxy
for fame and fortune.

Hmm, not a bad idea,
but too late.

You're on your way
to the third nebula,

where you'll be
sold to local alien
children as toys.

ALL:
Toys?

I am not a toy.

I am a human being, and I'm
not going to be sold to anybody.

( aliens laughing )

I think
you are.

Sorry, we got so caught up
in the piles of money

you're going to make us that
we forgot to ask your opinion.

Yeah, that was
so thoughtless.

Why can't I
eat one?

That one looks
nice and juicy.

Please don't eat me--
I'm not nice and juicy.

Well, I am nice,
but I'm not juicy.

Well, maybe I am, and with
a little salt and pepper...

No eating the merchandise.

Prepare to blast off.

Hmm, I guess
I could be a toy.

How does this sound?

( in toy voice ):
My name is Carl, and
I want to play with you.

That's a ten
on the creepy scale.

Well, if we're going to be toys,

let's be the best
darn toys ever.

Dad, you want some alien kid
dressing you up

and feeding you and bathing you
and putting you to bed?

No, that's your mom's job.

Look, we're going to be toys,

so let's sell our story
and get a TV movie out of it.

Who's with me?

( as pirate ):
Argh, I am, me bucko.

Listen to me.

We are not going to be toys.

If there's one thing I hate,
it's a toy with a bad attitude.

Forget it, kid,
you're never going back.

( sniffles )

Good-bye, Earth.

Good-bye, trees and grass and
cartoons and doughnuts and...

Don't forget llamas.

( cries out )

Three... two... one...

Wait a minute,
we can't go!

I think I left
the sprinklers on.

Blast off!

HUGH:
The water bill
is going to be huge.

Well, boys, the loot
is safely locked away

and we're off
to get paid.

Oh, yeah--
we're going
to be rich.

Now I can marry
Boofunka

and her old man
can kiss my
photon receptors.

And I can finally open up
that dress shop.

We have to get out of here
and take control of the ship.

That's impossible.

What can we
little squirts do?

You'd be surprised.

( grunts )

That reminds me
of something.

Oh, the time you got your head
caught in the trash compactor.

Which time? The first?
Second? The third?

Well, the 19th time
was fun,

but that's
the time I cried.

JIMMY:
Since we're too minuscule
for a physical as*ault,

we'll use psychological warfare.

Okay, by using found objects,

I can cobble together
high-frequency microphones...

Go on.

An ultrasonic
sound transmitter...

Yes.

And a compact battery subsystem.

You lost me at "okay."

JIMMY:
We have to get them
mad at each other.

By attaching these
mini-transmitters
to their heads,

we can pretend to
be their conscience.

Yeah!

What's a conscience?

I know, I know!

It's a cute little cricket
with a hat,

and he sings and hangs out
with puppets.

Okay, no.

A conscience
is the voice
inside your head

telling you
right from wrong.

Never heard of it.

Just say things to get
them mad at each other.

I'll do Zix;
you do Travoltron
and Tee.

Zix, this is your conscience.

Why split the money with
those two inferior boneheads?

It was your idea--
you had the brains.

So true it hurts.

Hi, Mr. Alien Man,
I am your conscience.

Hey, cool-- voices in my head.

Um, Zix--
he thinks you're a jerk.

And you have stinky feet
and you're ugly

and I bet he's not even going
to get you a birthday present.

No birthday present?

For the last time,
Travoltron,

I do not want
a manly hug.

Oh, yeah?

How about
a knuckle sandwich,

you no-present-giving
casazich!

What?
That's not even a word.

Get back
to the controls.

How about
you make me?

I don't think
you can make me,
can you?

Testing, testing.

One, two, three.

Can you hear me?
Hello?

Mama?

No, this is your conscience.

My what?

Some kind of bug
that crawled inside your head

and busts you
when you do something bad.

Hmm, you're a bug?
In my head?

Go over and b*at up
those other guys.

They think you're dumb.

What?

Thanks for the tip,
bug in my head.

ZIX:
Let go!

I think I'm
in control now.

Listen up, chumps--
you think I'm dumb?

I got three fingers
that says otherwise.

( pounding and grunting )

Get ready!

Stop!

My eye.

Can't you see that
this senseless fighting

is tearing us apart?

You're right--
I hate it when we argue.

Mmm, got a deep love
for you fellas-- brother love.

It's not working.

But I still think Tee
is as dumb as a post.

Why, you...
get your face over here!

Now!

( all three shout )

Dad, close the pod.

Let us out of here this instant,
you little squirts!

Hey, these little squirts
just kicked your alien butt.

Beaten by six-inch earthlings.

I knew we should've ate them.

Set course
for Earth.

Fire rocket blasters.

Libby, a little traveling music.

( rhythmic dance jam begins )

JIMMY:
We're going home.

( applause and cheering )

Ladies and gentlemen,

I think we've all learned
something in the past few days.

Size is not important.

It doesn't matter if you're big
or if you're small.

So be happy with who you are.

( cheering and whooping )

For saving the
citizens of Retroville
from a life as toys,

we award the Retroville
trophy of honor

to James
Isaac Neutron.

( cheering )

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
time out!

May I just remind everybody
this was all Neutron's fault?

Ooh, the loud girl
has a point.

Chainsaw.

( saw buzzing )

For reminding us that
this was all Jimmy's fault,

we present half of
the Retroville trophy of honor

to Cindy Vortex.

( crowd cheering )

I now pronounce you UltraLord
husband and UltraLady wife.

Kiss the bride.

Honeymoon, honeymoon, honeymoon.

And triplets.

Congratulations, and may I say
what beautiful babies?

This baby going to hurt you,
fool-- hurt you bad!

This is totally embarrassing.

I am not a baby.

( crying ):
I'm a ruthless
intergalactic mastermind.

I think someone needs a nap.

( lid slams shut )

BOTH:
Hi, we're Paul.

JIMMY:
Got to blast!