03x13 - Rain of Terror - The Truth is Under There

[bunniefuu]

[siren wailing]

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget, Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Go, go, Gadget, go ♪

♪ Go, go, Gadget, go! ♪

♪ Go, go, Gadget, go ♪

♪ Go, go, get 'em, Gadget! ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Go, go, Gadget, go ♪

♪ Go, go, get 'em, Gadget! ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

And with the fudge ripple spill
cleaned up,

the Teacup Piglet and Tiny Kitten Parade
can proceed unhindered.

Oh, the only thing sunnier
than that story, is the weather.

[Claw] Enjoy the sun

and revoltingly adorable animals
while you can.

Because your joy will soon be washed away
in my rain of terror!

You know reign of terror has nothing to do
with precipitation, right?

It does when I say it,
because of my Weather Disrupticator.

[machine beeps]

Soon the world's pants will be soaked,
both from the floods we create and fear.

[laughs]

Ha! Sounds like fun!

The real fun begins
when I use my evil weather puns.

All hail Dr. Claw!

Atmos-fear me!

Admittedly, that last one
needs a little work.

Yeah, why don't I stick to the puns
and you stick to your chair.

How about I stick you
in a full-body fore-cast.

- [MAD Cat shrieks]
- Now get moving!

Jeez, quit being such a blowhard.

[meows, groans]

[Penny] Sunny Costa Rica.

Time for some R and R,
reading and re-reading.

We can't get too comfortable.

- [yelps]
- After all, MAD doesn't take vacations.

They steal them.

Hmm, I should move this umbrella too,
so it doesn't block my vigilant gaze.

Go Go Gadget, Umbrella Mover!

- [cracks]
- [screams]

So much for vacation
and all bones in the chief's foot.

Hiya, Chief,
here to help me stomp out MAD?

I was here to relax,
but it looks like HQ wants us on our toes,

what's left of them.

It seems MAD has invented
a Weather Disrupticator

capable of creating
world-destroying weather.

Your mission, disrupt the disrupticator
before it disrupts us.

This message will self-disrupt...
I mean, destruct.

[groans] Once again,
MAD's raining on my parade.

And vacation.

Brighten up, Chief.

Today's forecast calls for a percent
chance of scattered showers,

and a percent chance of justice.

- [beeps, explodes]
- Ah!

I really need a vacation. [thuds]

Ah, sunshine, a tropical breeze,

and water so calm
it's like a big salty mirror.

Stay stylin', Mer-me.

Ah, what better way to chillax
while the rest of the world chills...

in a blizzard of my making!

[laughs] I wonder if this thing
makes ice cubes?

[Talon gasps] Penny?

Oh, this is too perfect!

Wait till she gets wind
of what I have in store for her.

[laughs]

The key to weathering this latest plot

is figuring out
where MAD will strike first.

California, Cambodia, Scotland...

No, not Scotland,
the weather there's already terrible.

Maybe we could G-Portal home first?

I only packed for perfect vacay weather.

Ugh, MAD are such ruiners.

Ruining is what MAD does best.

But not to worry,

I packed your mission clothes
for just this eventuality.

Go Go Gadget, Carry-On!

- [Brain barks]
- [Penny screams]

- [Penny screams]
- [Brain howls]

[Brain whimpers]

What was that?

Incredibly destructive,

disregard for the law,
and totally overblown?

That squally, suitcase-snatching tornado
must be working for MAD!

Get back here, Mr. Twister!

He's right about one thing,
that tornado is unnatural.

Brain, you keep Uncle Gadget
from twisting in the wind

while I track the source
of this weird weather.

Uh-huh.

Okay, according to my readings,
the whirlwind originated at... a yacht?

Hey, Pen, you're looking
a little under the weather. Ha!

Talon? Well, this will be a breeze.

A really, really strong breeze.

Ah, Brain!

- Come to help me hunt for MAD Mr. Twister?
- [whimpers]

Remember, there are many torna-do's
and torna-don'ts when tornado hunting.

Huh?

Torna-do, be aware
of your surroundings.

[yelps]

Torna-don't let tornados
play practical jokes on you.

- They have a twisted sense of... Wowzers!
- [whimpers]

Ah, fresh tornado tracks.

We're dealing with an angry,
alpha-male tornado, Brain,

and he went this way.

[groans]

Go Go Gadget, Mobile Storm Chaser!

[shrieks]

[Gadget] Time to break some wind!

[screams]

[grunts] Huh?

Relax, it'll all be over mon-soon.

Stop being such a windbag!

What? I can't hear you
over all that thunder.

I said... Wait, what thund...

- [crackles]
- [Penny screams, coughs]

Oh, that thunder.

And not that I'm nitpicking,
but it was technically...

- [crackles]
- [gasps] Lightning!

Sometimes lightning
does strike twice, Pen.

- [crackles]
- [screams]

Or even three times!

Let's see you put
those lightning reflexes to the test.

[laughs]

[screams]

You can bluster all you want, Mr. Twister,

but you can't hide from Inspector Gadget
once I've set my eyes on you.

Go Go Gadget, Tracking Visor.

Yes, I should be able to track
Mr. Twister by feel alone.

You're absolutely right, me.

[crashes]

- [slams]
- [grunts]

Hmm. Throwing a tree directly in our path?

Classic tornado humor.

- Very twisted, Mr. Twister. Very twisted.
- [Brain yelps]

Wowzers! Grand theft auto?

He's more dust devilish than I thought.

We need to lay a trap for him, Brain.
I've got just the one.

Really?

[whistles] Looking tornado-rific, Brain.

No way Mr. Twister
will be able to resist that.

Wink-wink.

[sighs]

[Talon] The jungle
won't keep you safe, Pen.

I'm gonna put the rain in rainforest
and flush you out.

[Claw] How about putting the rain
in my rain of terror?

I haven't even seen
a drizzle of terror from you yet.

Relax, you'll have it before you can say
"Cumulonimbus Capillatus."

Oh, so never? Get on with the plan!

Have I let Penny cloud my judgment?

[laughs] Nah!
I just gotta kick it up a notch.

When it rains, it pours.

When it hails, it nails!

There's gotta be a way
to get to the MAD yacht.

But how?

It's not like the answer's
gonna fall out of the sky.

See? Not an answer!

- [grunts]
- No, Brain.

You have to act
less like the normal abrasive you,

and more like a friendly
and approachable tornado.

Wave your arms,
jump up and down, get windy.

[barks]

Much better, Brain!

You've even got the female tornado
courtship call down.

I can practically feel
the gusts of passion from here.

See, Brain? I told you it would work.

Now, to bring Mr. Twister to justice.

Go Go Gadget, Twister Takedown!

- Wowzers!
- [Brain yelps]

[grunts]

[Talon] There you are.

[screams, grunts]

[grunts] Huh?

The thermal winds.

They're blowing everything offshore,
and right at the yacht!

Okay, this is either gonna be fatal
or totally awesome.

Whoa!

[grunts]

[grunts]

Ha! You can't blow me off that easily.

No? Then I'll have to invent a new game.

Sleet sh**ting!

Pull!

[shrieks]

- And that's how you...
- [crackles]

Make the Disrupter go haywire?

[rumbles]

[Brain shrieks]

Mr. Twister, I'm taking you into custody.

Go Go Gadget... [slams]

Resisting arrest and assaulting
an officer of the law, eh?

Then we'll do this the hard way.

Go Go Gadget, Disapproving Gaze!

[Gadget screams]

[whines]

[screams]

[crackles]

All I wanted was some fun in the sun,
but instead I got wind, hail and...

- [expl*si*n]
- ...that.

[crashes]

Uncle Claw's gonna be so...

- [thuds]
- [Talon screams]

[splashes]

It's raining Gadgets and dogs!

Congratulations, Gadget.

Thanks to you,

MAD will have to take a rain check
on world domination.

I owe it all to my tornado tracking skills
and equipment.

[crashes]

Wowzers! Go Go Gadget, Lifeboat!

- [Brain yelps]
- Uh... Whoa!

- [Penny] Whoa!
- [all grunt]

[groans] Well, I did want to spend
my vacation lying on the beach.

Hey, Uncle Claw, please pick me up.

The sun and salt
are wreaking havoc on my hair.

You should have thought of that

before you let Gadget
steal my thunder, Talon!

- [yelps]
- Next time, Gadget! Next time!

No, no!

I know it's here.

[gasps] These glyphs don't match
any known human language.

My UFO hypothesis is right!

Aliens did crash land here.

Somewhere.

[shrieks]

Not now, MAD Cat.

Can't you see I'm busy
doing extensive research on UFOs

for my next devious plan?

[shrieks]

Ah! You keep distracting me, MAD Cat!

- [grumbles]
- [gasps] A UFO? [stammers] I found one!

[groans]

Yeah, technically, Dr. Marvins found one.

Why do you want
that janky old space junk anyway?

You already have
a ton of deadly weapons,

and they haven't helped you
not fail even once.

Don't ruin my beautiful dream!

Whatever the alien weapons are,
I'll use them to destroy the world!

Now, go!
Bring the UFO and its arsenal to me.

We now return to

Medieval Knight in the Future IX:
Sir Duncealot in Silicon Valley.

[audience laughing]

- [cracks]
- [audience laughing]

[scoffs] Even if I was surrounded
by technology I'd never seen before,

I'd still be able to figure it out.

What I can't figure out
is what's taking our pizza so long?

- [doorbell ringing]
- A-ha!

- [crashing]
- [screaming]

Strange, I don't remember
ordering extra head cheese.

Gadget, it's me, Cheese Quimby...

I mean, Chief Quimby. Chew on this.

Dr. Ithica Marvins
has made a huge discovery

in the Monument Valley Desert.
A crashed alien spacecraft.

HQ believes MAD intends
to steal the ship's alien tech

and take it to our leaders
to destroy them.

Your mission, protect Dr. Marvins
and get to the alien ship before MAD!

This message will self-destruct.

Proof of alien life?
We're not alone in the universe?

I have so many questions.
[squeals]

No matter how delicious
Cheese Quimby's pizzas are,

hunger will have to wait.

Justice must be delivered
within minutes, or it's free.

- [gasps]
- [expl*si*n]

[groans]

My analysis suggests the alien ship
must have crashed millennia ago

and has been stuck here ever since.

Speaking of stuck...

- [grunts]
- Take me to your alien ship.

[scoffs] Spoiler alert,
I don't come in peace.

I'd never help an agent of MAD!

I'm not asking. Ha!

- [Penny] Whoa!
- [Brain yelps]

Huh, Dr. Marvins' campsite,
but no Dr. Marvins.

In this desert heat, she must have gone
looking for water. [gulps]

And gotten heatstroke.

Which reminds me,
Go Go Gadget, SPF , !

Dr. Marvins could be frying
like an egg out there.

Or worse, frying like two eggs.

We need to find her
before she's an omelet.

Brain, help Uncle Gadget
look for Dr. Marvins.

I'll stay here

- and search for any clues about the UFO.
- [sighs]

[Penny] A-ha! Dr. Marvins' journal!

That must be Dr. Marvins' dig site.

Which means... I get to see the UFO!

Unidentified Flying Object,
prepare to be identified.

Whoa! It's almost
as out of this world as I am!

[scoffs]

I really wouldn't touch those.

Whatevs, what's the worst
that could happen...

[shrieks]

[chuckles] Yeah,
you're out of this world, all right.

[groans]

And here I thought
you wouldn't make a discovery.

[chuckles] My bad.

- [Talon grunts]
- Hey!

- Whoa.
- [Talon] Whoa!

Uncle Claw, I got inside the ship.

How many alien weapons have you found?

I see lots of stuff,
and I have zero idea what any of it does.

Well, start poking at it, monkey!
Claw out!

Huh.

Hey. Stop! What are you doing?

Hmm.

No, don't touch that!
Ugh, do you know what that does?

- [machine whirring]
- [yelps]

- [crashes]
- [Brain] Huh?

Hey, explorer?

- Explore this! Ha!
- [yelps]

[ice crackling]

Whoa! A human freezer!

Cool in both senses of the word.

Now, to figure out what this stuff does.

[speaks alien language]

[yelps]

No, Brain. You're a mutt, not a pointer.

Wowzers! I can't believe what I'm seeing!

All right.

Look how dehydrated Dr. Marvins is.

- Dr. Marvins!
- Huh?

I've come to rescue you.

Go Go Gadget, Rehydrator!

- [yelps, thuds]
- [alien shrieks]

Dr. Marvins! Where are you running off to?

You need to conserve your water!

She's so dehydrated, she's delusional.
Come on, Brain.

[sighs]

Whoa. A real UFO!

I'm about to have
an unidentified freak-out.

This is one small step for Penny...

[Talon] I can't believe all this
sweet alien tech I'm figuring out!

And one giant pain in my butt.
[groans]

- [beeps]
- [electricity crackling]

[groans]

[laughs]

Huh? You think that's funny, Pen?

Then why don't you give it a whirl.

Whoa! Figuring that out
will be as easy as kicking your butt.

[Talon] How's this for easy?

Eat alien weaponry, Pen.

[screams] My perfect peepers!

Mmm, minty.

I think this is alien breath spray.

- And I double think you needed it.
- [grunts]

Stop messing with technology
your small brain doesn't understand.

I'm way better at figuring out
alien tech than you.

Says the guy
with the minty fresh eyeballs!

[machine beeping]

- Uh...
- Can't figure it out, can you?

Who's the "small brain" now?

I can figure it out! I just need a minute.

Don't worry,
I'll give you all the time you need.

Whoa! [grunts]

Whoa!

Dr. Marvins, you're making
your sunstroke worse.

[alien language]

[thuds] You see, Brain?

Dr. Marvins' gibberish
is another symptom of sunstroke.

- Go Go Gadget, Parasol.
- [whimpers]

[alien screams]

Shh, Dr. Marvins,
you need to conserve your energy.

I'll sing you a lullaby to help you relax.

♪ Go to sleep, lullaby ♪

♪ My voice is very soothing ♪

- [shrieks]
- Hey!

She must see the mirage
of that alien ship.

Another sign of sunstroke. Come on, Brain!

Wait!

I finally figured out
how the triangle-thingy w*apon works.

- You did?
- Yeah.

Ow! [grunts]

It's a Talon-pummeling device.

Say goodb... [screams]

It's sucking my face!

I didn't know your face could suck more.

Ha! Now, to figure this out.

- [grunts]
- [laser fires]

[shrieks]

[screams]

Oh, yeah, you sure figured it out!

Save it, Hose-Face!

[stammers] Cold!

I may not know how to use
alien tech against you,

but that doesn't mean I can't figure out
how to use it against itself.

Hey, lasers! I'm a sitting duck!

- Whoa!
- [explodes]

This one's a w*apon for sure!

[alien language]

[all scream]

That is the ugliest thing I've ever seen.

No, that's Dr. Marvins!

And she's in serious need
of ointment for her dry skin.

Go Go Gadget, Skin Cream!

Whoa... [grunts]

[mumbles]

Alien teleporting technology?
That's awesome!

And kinda rude.

Looks like you've fully recovered
from your sunstroke, Dr. Marvins.

Ah! [shivers] So cold!

[Penny gasps]

Well, I guess we all learned something.

That I'm still the most talented
and awesome being in the universe.

Galax-see you around! Ha!

Congratulations, Gadget.

You saved Dr. Marvins and prevented MAD
from getting the alien technology.

Yeah, great. Congrats!

I guess I'll just find
another discovery of a lifetime.

That should be easy.

Alien technology?

Chief, you must have sunstroke too.
Go Go Gadget, Sunscreen Applicator!

Ow!

[sighs]

As failures go, this was an utter one!

It wasn't a total loss.
I managed to steal this for you.

Perfect! What does it do?

- Hm. Let's find out, shall we?
- [machine beeps]

[thunking]

[Dr. Claw] Test it next time, Talon.
Next time!

[all screaming]