01x07 - as*ault And A Battery

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(Honking)

Whoa!

Whoa!

Ah!

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I can’t believe the science

fair is next week.

My hair still hasn’t grown back

since last year.

(Yelling)

PELSWICKI told you the bad

dream vacuum was a lousy idea.

Whoa!

I just hope I don’t get

teamed up with Sandra again.

SANDRAThat needs to be red.

You said blue.

I changed my mind.

Weren’t you, like, listening?

Besides, Julie’s project’s blue.

I love Julie, dearly.

She’s my best friend, but what a

poseur!

So how’s this, like, work

anyway?

(Gasping)

(Zapping)

It’s a good thing I like my

bunny slippers well-done, huh?

Goon?

You’ll be working on your

science fair project with Ace!

Cool!

You wanna mix a bunch of stuff

together ’til it blows our

eyebrows off?

Actually, I was thinking of

doing highly cohesive,

long-chain polymers.

Huh?

Glue.

Yeah!

Maybe we’ll become famous

scientists and discover, like, a

cure for penicillin.

Julie Smockford, you’re

working with...

PELSWICK THINKINGWith me,

withme, come on with me!

Me, me, me!

(Repeating)

But Pelswick, now that we’ve

invented smear-proof lipstick,

how shall we test it?

TEACHERWith Sandra Scoddle!

Oh, I’m so glad!

Oh, let’s do something about the

moon and the tides!

That’s a great idea, if we

want to fail and ruin our

chances of getting into college!

Maybe we can study why you

decided to wear that hideous

dress!

Pelswick, you’ll be working

with--

Anyone but Boyd!

This rabid wolf!

(Growling)

Yes!

With Boyd Scullarzo...

No!

Holy cow, the partner

jackpot!

So, Pels-worm, what’s our

project?

Why do you even wanna know,

huh?

You’re not gonna help me.

No, I’m real interested.

I wanna know how I’m gonna earn

my "A".

(Snickering)

Boyd, if you don’t pull your

weight, I’m prepared to sink

this project, I mean it!

If you want an "F" in

science, go right ahead!

Oh, Ace?

You know that super-duper,

super-goopy glue we were

inventing?

I spilled some.

How much?

Oh, a lot.

(Barking)

I love science fairs.

I once won first prize for

proving that a five pound

weight and a fifty pound weight

fall at exactly the same--

(Crashing)

Huh?

Never did that before.

So, where’s your science

partner?

I think he’s at the mall,

humiliating the old guy playing

the piano.

It’s his loss.

He’s not getting to see this

fine-- this well-built-- what is

it?

A cycloid curve.

It’s longer than a straight

line but for a complicated

mathematical reason, a marble

rolling down it gets to the

bottom faster.

Sounds like an "A" to me.

So, why the long face?

If I don’t work on this, Boyd

fails.

But, so do I.

And if I do great, he gets an

"A" for doing nothing!

This reminds me of-- oh I

forgot to rewind this!

What is that?

A guardian angel clue?!

Oh, no, no.

Just a movie I rented.

It is, it’s a clue on how I

can get back at Boyd!

Let me watch it, let me watch

it!

Black and white?

Forget it!

Are you sure?

Oh, yeah.

Maybe I’ll watch it while I’m

listening to the Victrola and

churning my own butter.

Okay, have it your--

Whoa!

(Crashing)

Sure you don’t wanna lick the

spoons?

Uh-uh.

Do you like the skateboard

park I built for my teenage,

back street lizard girls?

Keeping in mind, I don’t require

your condescending male

approval.

Pretty good.

Are you coming to my musical

Saturday?

Sure.

Kate, where’d you find the wood

for this?

In the garage.

Oh, no!

(Alarm bells ringing)

I know I seem way too old and

sophisticated for this, but I’m

gonna run to Daddy for

protection now.

Daddy, help!

Julie, I’m so glad we were

paired up on this project.

It’s, like, drawn us so much

closer together as friends.

I feel the same way, Sandra.

What happened to the labels I

made yesterday?

Oh, I tore them up, you know

no one can read your hideous

handwriting.

Oh, that was mature!

Actually, this formulation’s

much safer.

They don’t become super-duper,

super-goopy glue ’til they’re

mixed together.

Got it!

(Bell ringing)

Yeah, I think I’ll just rent

a couple of video games tonight

while Eggert does all the work

on my project.

Pels-wobble, how’s our cyclone

coming?

It isn’t a cyclone, it’s a

cycloid.

And it isn’t coming; it’s gone.

It’s destroyed.

We have no project!

You can’t bluff me,

motor-butt.

I’m serious, my sister tore

it to pieces.

It’s a lizard skate park.

You’re kidding, right?

No, Boyd.

That’s what serious means.

Not kidding.

(Bell ringing)

What are you gonna do?

What am I gonna do?

It’s your project too!

We’re supposed to have it in the

gym for registration in fifteen

minutes!

Ahhh, I need time to think.

No, Boyd.

Unfortunately, you need a brain

to think.

(Clucking)

Hard to believe we descended

from that, eh?

(Chuckling)

Nothing, dude.

Fan must be busted.

Goon, go plug it in the wall.

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Stand here and look

scientific while I try and think

of something.

And what have we here?

Reactions of gladiola bulbs

to external stimuli.

This one was spoken to nicely

for an hour a day.

This one was massaged gently,

but otherwise, like, ignored.

And this one was yelled at and

had it’s head ripped off by an

ungrateful, stinky breath girl!

Now, now, ladies.

(Blades whirring)

(Crashing)

Whoa, it wasn’t the fan,

dude.

I’m hungry!

Let’s go back some of that

righteous looking pudding.

(Gasping)

Keeping yours under wraps

’til the last minute, eh?

Must be pretty special!

Oh, yeah.

It’s, you know, ultra

scientific-like.

We can’t really show it until

the judging tomorrow, so...

Is it a big, colourful

birdie?

Or, is it one of those

vroom-vroom things?

Vroom!

(Laughing)

Oh, show me, show me, please!

(Gasping)

(Gagging)

Look, Nick and Joe are

showing us how salmon spawn.

Actually, Goon, I think they

ate our glue.

(Gagging)

My mystery chilli’s feisty

tonight!

(Doorbell ringing)

Nick and Joe are sick.

We can steal their project!

But their wet cell battery

doesn’t work.

Plus, I couldn’t take another

team’s project.

We got nothing else and the

judging’s tomorrow.

Meet you in the garage.

I can’t believe I’m working

on a school project!

I feel so cheap.

Oh, cry me a river.

I oughta pound you!

And fail science?

Smart move.

"Chemical reactions occur

between the electrode and the

sulphuric acid."

A kid can’t get sulphuric acid,

they won’t even sell us spray

paint!

We’ve tried butter, milk and

pepper.

Aluminum, dust and chalk.

The gum I took off that kid in

study hall.

What’s got the same chemical

destructiveness as sulphuric

acid?

(Beeping)

That’s not my bully pager!

It’s the smoke alarm.

Gram Gram’s chili!

(Bleating)

Our last project was, like,

eaten.

So, Goon and I did a

photographic study of the

effects on the human stomach of

consuming glue.

(Bubbling)

This is all your fault,

Eggert!

My fault?!

I was working on the original

project while you were goofing

off.

Cap those cells, let’s power up!

(Zapping)

Great, the bolt metre’s busted.

So, how’re we gonna prove it

works?

We need to hook it into

something that runs on

batteries.

Your wheelchair!

That’ll have to do.

This sucker’s warm!

And what have we here?

A wet cell battery, sir.

Pelswick sort of helped me make

it.

I helped you?

Does it work?

Does it work?

(Laughing)

You hear that?

Does it?

(Zapping)

(Yelling)

(Tires squealing)

(Screaming)

Turn it off, you numbskull!

It is off, you must have

bypassed the switch!

Wicked.

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I’ve got an idea!

That’d be a first, bonehead!

Dweeb!

Loser!

Drag your feet!

You can’t feel them!

You have to disconnect the

battery!

Me?

I’m steering!

Ow!

Ow!

Ow!

Why are we going on the

freeway?

Because it’s the only safe

place to drive at fifty miles an

hour!

(Helicopter whirring)

The suspects in the stolen

car have outrun the police, and

are now heading for the Beckman

cut off.

Wait a minute, the suspect’s car

is being overtaken by a kid in

a wheelchair, with another kid

climbing over his head?

Hey, Uncle Mike!

(Gasping)

(Sirens wailing)

Pelswick’s in trouble!

Gas up the hog!

Aye aye!

(Sizzling)

Ow, it’s boiling hot, you

dipstick!

Keep trying, pinhead!

So, did you ever watch that

tape?

Tape?

I’m going fifty miles an hour on

a freeway!

I know you are, you lug-butt.

The Defiant Ones, .

A classic.

The Defiant Ones?

Jump in the side car!

I can’t jump!

Why not?

Oh, yeah, that’s right.

How tall are you, Boyd?

’, why?

My advice, head for a five

foot nine underpass.

Wham!

Pelswick, after you crash,

tell the reporters I’m starring

in Once Above the Garden, the

smash new musical at Grove

Elementary!

Poignant yet tuneful says The

Mercury Leader.

Pull the wires!

They’re red hot!

Where are you going?

To a video store!

My, my.

It’s not every day you get

knocked down by a wheelchair--

(Screaming)

Watch this and tell me what’s

about!

TOGETHERWhoa!

Julie, we’re, like, best

friends.

We shouldn’t, like, quarrel over

a silly project.

You’re right.

It’s overheating!

We need to keep moving to

cool it.

Hang on!

(Screaming)

I told you we shouldn’t have

put it there, you petty

credit-grabbing dictator!

The good news is, the boys

have manoeuvred onto a section

of freeway with no cars.

The bad news, they’re heading

for an unfinished bridge!

Ow, big shrapnel!

I got one cap off!

That’s not enough!

Hey, spider-legs, you come

back here and try this.

Wait just a minute!

A third boy is running alongside

the wheelchair.

Goon, so what happened in the

movie?

Well, these two guys go to

jail and they escape but they’re

chained together, and they don’t

like each other.

Just like me and Boyd!

So what do they do?

I don’t know, it’s in black

and white.

And I fell asleep.

Watch the rest of it!

(Panting)

I know how the movie ends!

How?

My dad saw it.

No, how does it end?!

They overcome their

difficulties by learning to

cooperate.

That’s what he was saying,

but we were too busy arguing.

Boyd, we may not like each

other, but we have to solve this

together!

Blow it out your nose,

Eggert.

I don’t know nothing about your

grandmother’s lousy cooking!

Hey, me either.

I just swallow a roll of antacid

tablets before dinner and hope

for the best.

That’s it, Boyd!

You’re a big, dumb genius!

Stuff these into the battery!

Hey, I’m the bully here!

Why should I do what you say?!

Why?

A -foot drop is why!

(Fizzling)

This will be good, dude.

You still feel as sick as I do?

(Gurgling)

They’re in!

Whoo-hoo!

It’s cooling down!

Not fast enough!

REPORTERThey’re headed for

disaster, and speaking of

disasters, tune in tonight for

When Parachutes Don’t Open.

Nick and Joe must have come

to watch us plunge off the

bridge.

I trained them well.

Super job, but can we focus

for a second on saving our

lives?!

It’s your wheelchair, you

think of something!

If we had some of Ace and

Goon’s super-duper, super-goopy

glue, that’d stop us.

But Nick and Joe drank it

all!

Well, we’ll just have to get

it all out of them!

Leave that to me, that’s my

specialty!

Hey!

Nick, Joe!

You know that stuff you ate?

It was made out of...fresh cut

vegetables and a light balsamic

vinaigrette dressing.

And brussel sprouts!

(Vomiting)

We did it!

Put it there, pal!

Jerk.

Loser!

♪ I’m sitting on a fence in the

garden ♪

Half-priced matinee Saturday!

♪ Dangling my toesies in the

air ♪

The only thing that bugs me

about this is sharing it with

Boyd.

If it’s any consolation, you

getting another "A" hurts Boyd

even more than him getting his

first "A" hurts you.

Oh, when do you get your chair

back?

My dad’s working on that.

(Gasping)

Wait a minute, I’m smarter

than a chicken!

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