( gasps )
♪ With super-powered mind, a mechanical canine♪
( barks )
♪ He rescues the day from sure destruction♪
Help!
♪ ...This is the theme song♪
( screams )
♪ For Jimmy Neutron♪
( mechanical whirr)
( barking )
( yells )
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MAN: You are watching The Llama Channel
Hey, Carl, would you like to assist me in a test
of my modified nuclear-powered pogo stick?
I call it the mega-hop.
Huh? No, no thanks, Jimmy.
I'm kind of busy.
I'm watching The Llama Channel.
They're showing When Good Llamas Go Bad.
Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Who's a pretty llama?
Who's a pretty South American, cud-chewing...
( loud crunch )
( screams )
( electronic beeping )
Sheen, do you want to play some baseball?
We can use Goddard as a pitching machine.
Can't. Must play Ultralord Versus Robo-Fiend.
I'm on the 82nd level.
If I make it to level 93
there's a radioactive contamination field
that will give Ultralord...
Newt-tron?
Aw, what am I thinking?
Goddard, we have a problem.
( laughing )
Hey, did you see that, big brother?
I caught it, and you taught me how.
Maybe someday I'll be as good as you.
Yeah, right.
And maybe mutant tree frogs will rule the world.
Tree frogs rule the world...
You got me that time.
That's exactly what we need--
a little brother.
Someone who will always be there for us.
He'd look up to me.
He could play with you when I'm working in the lab.
I could even use him for all the experiments
that are too dangerous for Carl.
Come on, Goddard.
Mom, Dad
I have an announcement.
Ooh, tell me now if this involves
any principals, policemen or government people.
No. Not this time.
BOTH: Oh, good.
JIMMY: Goddard?
As you know, research tells us
the nuclear family of two or more progeny
produces a higher happiness quotient
than does the solo child family.
Who wants to see the salt and pepper dance?
Oh, maybe I'll just cut to the chase.
Mom, Dad, I want a little brother.
Jimmy!
Jimbo!
Baby making is very... complicated, believe me...
Dad, Dad, it's not complicated, really.
It's basically conception, right...?
then a nine-month gestation period... ♪ La-la-la-la ♪
and then you have...
Hugh, Hugh.
Sweetie, a new baby just isn't in the cards right now.
But, Mom, if the glandular timeline closes...
That's enough.
Okay, I want pie.
Anyone else want pie?
I want pie.
( thunder rumbling )
Well, if the parental units won't provide me with a sibling
I'll just have to take matters into my own hands.
( electronic whirring )
Yes...
That's enough.
Lower it, Goddard.
Yes, master.
I, Jimmy Neutron
have created the ideal little brother.
Programmed to be mathematically twice as fun and energetic
as any little brother before him.
Half brother... half robot.
I shall call him...
Brobot!
Hey, big brother, what do you want to do?
You're the boss.
Now, Jimmy, he's sweet, but I don't think
we can really call him your brother.
Oh, come on.
He looks more like me than Jimmy does.
Come here. I got your nosie...
Oh, uh... I really do.
Here's five bucks.
Wow, you are incredible, Jimmy.
Nobody can jump higher than you.
Well, you go ahead, Brobot.
You try it now.
You mean it?
I'm so glad you're my big brother.
Whee!
Whee! Ha, ha!
I jumped over the big white round thing
in the sky.
That would be the Moon?
You know everything.
I want to go there.
Can you take me there, Jimmy?
Anything's possible, I suppose, Brobot.
Now, remember
I've been playing baseball for a few years.
So don't be intimidated
by my skill with the horsehide.
Wow! That was amazing, Jimmy!
I was supposed to hit it.
( laughing )
Whatever.
Hey, Jimmy.
Ooh!
Where'd you get the shiny kid?
Is it going to bite me?
Of course not.
He's my new little brother-- Brobot.
Let me take a whack at it, Jimmy.
I don't think you're ready yet.
Of course I am.
You programmed me.
Wow! Brobot's awesome.
Yeah. Hey, what other sports do you play, Brobot?
Lots of them.
Come play with me.
( cheering )
Jimmy, you have the most amazing brother ever.
Yeah. I like him more than you.
I-I mean, I like him and you...
Well, him almost as much as you...
I know what you mean, Carl.
You know, it's getting kind of late.
I think I'll just head back home now.
Okay, bye.
But Brobot can stay, right?
Gee, it wouldn't be any fun without my brother.
SHEEN: Sure it would.
CARL: Yeah.
Why wouldn't it?
CINDY: Well, I had to see it to believe it.
There is another Neutron dorking up Retroville.
( laughing ): That's good.
That's Jimmy's little brother--
Brobot.
He's like Jimmy if Jimmy could do tricks
and had athletic ability.
Hi.
( sniffing )
You smell like apples.
Brobot, don't.
That is so...
cute.
I like you.
Yeah. He's nothing like Pew-tron.
My brother Jimmy is the best.
I think he likes you.
What?! Uh-uh. No, he's lying just to bug me...
I'm programmed for honesty.
( with singsong voice ) Jimmy's got a girlfriend...
Brobot!
Jimmy's in love, Jimmy's in love.
Come on, Brobot. You're coming with us.
( excited shouting )
Go, Brobot... Go, Brobot...
( Hugh chuckling )
And here's our vacation in Vorhees
North Dakota, home of the world's biggest
underground parking structure.
You, uh, can't see it
because it's underground.
But there's us above ground.
That's me, your mother, of course, and, uh...
the little one, um...
Jimmy.
Yes. Thank you, Brobot.
That's what we call that one--
Jimmy.
( humming tune )
There's my two handsome Misters.
You boys look like you could use
some quick energy.
Butter pats for Dad, and lug nuts for Brobot.
Mm, pat, pat, pat, pat, pat.
Thank you, kumquat.
Thanks, Mom.
Oh, look, Brobot, it's your brother.
Hey, Jimmy, you're naked
in the tub.
I came in here to be alone.
What in the world...?
Oh, Hugh, get the camera.
Brobot's got toothpaste
all over his face.
Oh, this could be our Christmas card.
Jimmy, scooch down.
Brobot, get in front of Jimmy.
Oh, perfect. Hold it.
Let's play baseball.
Let's play cards.
Let's build something.
Oh, let's make a tree house.
Let's go to sleep.
Lookit! There's the Moon again.
Let's go to the Moon.
I want to live on the Moon, Jimmy.
Can I? Can I? Can I, please?
No. No, I have to go to sleep.
That's okay, Jimmy.
I'll wait.
( gasps )
So what are we going to do now, Jimmy?
Nothing.
What's this?
Oh, can play with this?
Oh, is this breakable? Ooh, yep.
How about a game, Jimmy?
Can we play a game, huh?
Can we? Can we? Can we, please?
Sure, Brobot.
We're going to play a new kind of game.
A new game! A new game! A new game! A new game!
Neat. I love new games.
What's it called?
It's called "One Way."
You just take this ticket and hand it to the bus driver
and then you go one-way.
I love this game.
Me, too.
One way!
One way! One way! One way! One way...!
Mom, Dad, your one and only son is home.
( giggling )
I'm here. I win.
Oh, let's do it again, Jimmy.
Let's go for a walk or a swim, ride, skate, drive, anything!
No!
Is this a new game, Jimmy?
I love games.
This is really fun.
What are you... doing?
I'm deactivating you.
De-whating me?
I'm turning you off.
But...
but then we can't play anymore.
And you're my... big brother.
( electrical crackling )
Oh, no!
Brobot, wha... what have I done?!
Wow! That was amazing!
Talk about tickling.
Glad you made me 100% indestructible.
Step, step, step, step, step, step...
Now what are we going to do, huh? Huh?
Oh, come on, think.
There has to be some solution.
Solution, babution, tatution, labution
cacution, fafuction...
( distant voices murmuring )
I'm the happy, snappy man.
Snap, snap, snap, snap.
...rerution...
Something else with an ution.
JIMMY: That's it.
Brobot, I'd like to introduce you
to your Mombot and your Popbot.
I'm sure you'll be very happy together.
Oh, cool.
Thanks, Jimmy.
You're the best.
Bye-bye.
JUDY: We'll miss you.
Don't forget to write.
Well, Brobot, it looks like
you finally made it to the Moon.
My brother Jimmy is the best.
I think he likes you.
Goddard!
Jimmy's got a girlfriend...
Goddard, you stop that.
I am not.
Darn it, turn it off before I unplug you.
And in conclusion
much of today's modern-day communication
is thanks to Marconi, who invented the radio in 1870.
Marconi? Didn't he invent those little cherries
on top of ice cream sundaes, too?
Oh, baby, I love those.
Those are maraschino cherries, Gene.
Gotcha. You're pronouncing his name wrong, Cindy.
It's Macaraschino.
Okay, you just zip it!
And that is why Mr. Marconi should be considered
the father of modern-day communication. Thank you.
Thank you, Cindy. That was very informative.
There's only one problem.
How could Marconi have invented the radio in 1870
when Thomas Edison didn't harness electricity
until 12 years later?
It's Americaschino, Jerry.
What? How should I know?
Maybe Marconi's radio didn't run on electricity.
Macaraschingos.
Oh, right. I forgot about
the ever popular mud-powered radio.
Oh, and I forgot about your mud-powered brain.
Hey, don't get mad at me, Cindy.
All I said was that Thomas Edison is the one...
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thomas Edison, Thomas Edison.
Just because you say his name all the time
doesn't prove you're right.
Hey, where you going, Jim?
She wants proof
( chuckles )
I'll give her proof.
( whining )
I know it's risky, boy.
I'll just prove my point and send him right back.
I promise.
Menlo Park, 1899
and initiate time pinch.
( whirring )
( sizzling )
That Henry Ford is such a knucklehead.
Where am I? Who took my iced tea?
Wow, Thomas Alva Edison.
Now would you mind telling me
what the patootie's going on?
( gasps )
And where in blazes did you get that?
Where I come from that's copyright infringement.
Copyright infringement!
No, no. Come on. Come on.
I'll explain everything in the hovercar
on the way over.
Hovercar?
What the rooty-toot's a hovercar?
Yee-hee-hee, I'm in a hovercar! Whoo!
Woo! That hovercar's a piece of work.
Oh, thanks, Mr. Edison.
You know I achieved the upward thrust
using strontium-90-encrusted fuel rods and titanium valves.
Are you through?
It's not that great, okay?
And that's why you should never feed a hamok pancakes.
Thank you.
JIMMY: Hold everything!
Wha... Jimmy, what's going on?!
Ladies and gentlemen
I give you the world's greatest inventor, Thomas Edison.
Cool! I never met a dead guy before.
Hey, Cindy, I just came back
from the lost and found.
Oh, really?
Did you happen to see Jimmy's point?
( both laughing )
I'll handle this, Jimbo.
( clears throat )
So, you're Cindy, eh?
Well, listen up, chickie-poo.
The radio wasn't invented until 1893.
Couldn't have happened without my electricity, neither
but did anybody ever send me a thank you note?
No, they did not!
Wait a second.
Then who invented those cherries?
Well, thanks, Mr. Edison.
Now you probably have a million questions for me
about the 21st century
and the amazing scientific advances that we've made...
Hey, where'd he go?
Come on, darling.
Give old Tommy a peek at them gams.
Fresh!
Mr. Edison, we should probably think
about getting you back home.
Jimmy, maybe your friend Tom would like to see the town.
I happen to have some time in my schedule.
Come on, boyo, let me step out with that teacher of yours.
Woo-hoo-hoo.
Bad idea, sir.
No offense, but see, if I don't send you back
there's just a chance we might not ever be able...
I accept.
Come on, baby.
Let's get stepping, let's cut a rug.
Let's paint the town red!
Let's get jiggy with it!
( slurping )
So, tell me, honey, did it hurt?
Did what hurt?
Why, when you fell down from heaven.
Oh...
Tom!
Come on, Jimmy, come with us to Retroland.
Hey, they've added three new loop-de-loops
on the Bat Outta Heck roller-coaster.
Yeah, it's guaranteed to make you throw up
or your money back.
I can't. I have to wait for Edison and Miss Fowl
to finish their "date."
Oh, right.
( rock and roll playing )
( music stops )
Hey, what happened to the music?
I got it covered, dudes.
Huh?
The jukebox disappeared.
Oh, no, this is terrible.
I've let Edison stay in the present too long.
Everything that runs on electricity
is starting to disappear
because I've erased the father of electricity from history.
( gasps )
This is horrible!
You're kidding me.
How'd you do that?
Well, off to Retroland.
Bat Outta Heck, here we come.
Mr. Edison, I...
if you're looking for Captain Bad Hair Day
he just left with our teacher.
( car horns blaring )
Mr. Edison!
Hey, Jimmy, check out my new wheelie shoes.
I didn't invent 'em, but I could have
if I felt like it.
They're very nice, Mr. Edison
but I've got to get you back to the lab.
Oh, no. I ain't going back.
I like this newfangled world of yours
and I got the hots for Winnifred, too.
No, but you don't understand.
If I don't... Winnifred?
If I don't send you back soon
everything electric will disappear.
Well, gee, Jimmy
since you put it that way, I...
Get over it!
( laughs )
Hey, don't scratch at it, boy.
Without that solar battery, you could vanish into thin air.
Now make with the options.
No.
Possibly.
That's it. If I can break them up
Edison won't have any reason to stay here.
This is going to be like the wildest ride ever.
Tell me about it.
I've haven't been this excited since...
Wait a minute.
I've never been this excited.
Here we go.
( both scream )
( screaming stops )
Why have we stopped moving?
They probably just want to build up the suspense.
Okay, all the blood's going to my head.
Mine, too.
This is awesome! Woo-hoo-hoo.
Woo-hoo, hoo. Hoo.
( mimicking Edison ): Hey, you mangy canine, get away from there.
( barking )
Fooled you. It's just me, Goddard.
See, I installed a voice transformer
inside this walkie-talkie.
I talk right here
Thomas Edison's voice comes out there.
Observe.
Whip-diddly-doo, everybody.
Pretty good, huh? How open wide, boy.
( whines )
Aw, Goddard, this is going to help me
break up Edison and Miss Fowl.
Now, come on
pretend it's a nice, crunchy lug nut.
( belches )
Good boy. Good boy.
Now here's the plan.
♪ She's a hotsie, she's a scamp ♪
♪ Digs my incandescent lamp ♪
♪ Miss Fowl, she is the gal for me. ♪
Ready, boy?
♪ She's the gal, hey, what a gal ♪
♪ Miss Fowl's the gal for me. ♪
Oh, Tom, you're such a romantic.
Oh, you got that right, toots.
Wait'll you hear this poem I wrote you.
Roses are red, violets are blue
Miss Fowl's armpits stink like an old skunky.
What?!
Wait a minute.
I didn't say that.
You said my armpits stink like a skunky.
Winny, no, I didn't.
I think you smell much more like an old cabbage.
Well, how dare you!
Well, knock a hundred points off my I.Q. and call me Tesla.
What in blazes is going on around here?
I thought you were a gentleman.
That's funny.
I thought you were a gentleman the first time I saw you.
Can I call you man-lady?
That's it. I'm leaving!
Winnifred, wait!
Yeah, man-lady. Wait.
Stop that!
Hey, man-lady, can I get some fries with that shake?
( chattering )
( yelling )
Jimmy!
What's he doing here?
And what's this?
( chuckles nervously )
It's a funny story, actually.
( echoing ): Hello. Hello.
Who's in there?
So, it was you saying all those things, eh?
All right, yes.
I needed to stop Miss Fowl from liking you
so you'd be willing to go back to 1899.
You mean you don't think my pits stink?
No, no, no, no, no.
They're entirely tolerable.
And as for you, I ain't a-going.
Well, of course, you're going, Tom.
What?
But Winnifred, don't you want to get hitched?
Oh, Tom, today was wonderful, but I'm not the marrying kind.
I'm a free spirit, a butterfly in the breeze
going wherever fate wings me.
I understand, Winnifred.
I knew you would, Tommy.
Jimmy, time for me to go home.
So, how'd you build
that fancy voice do-hickey anyway?
Well, it was nothing.
I just diffused the frequency of the sound waves
with a border device and a carbon transmitter.
All right, relax.
It's still not that big a deal.
Woo-hoo-hoo!
Yeah, take it to the limit, baby!
Aw, yeah!
Oh, thank goodness.
Oh, man, bummer.
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Hi, I'm Paul.
JIMMY: Got to blast.