Very good, Carl.
Ooh. Oh, that wasn't a mating call, Miss Fowl.
Butch just gave me a wedgie.
I want everyone to choose up partners
for your oceanography projects.
( all talking at once )
Hey, hey, don't fight over me, boys.
There's plenty of genius for everyone.
Actually, Jimmy, I'm still radioactive
from last time we were lab partners.
Yeah, and I still can't go near power plants.
Oh... okay.
Poor, Speutron.
What's it like
knowing no one wants to be your partner?
I don't know, Cindy.
Why don't you turn around and find out?
( gasps )
Libby, what are you doing with Britney?!
Nothing.
This-This isn't the new Mix Master P CD.
I mean, I didn't promise
to do Britney's entire project in exchange for it
if that's what you're thinking.
Well, you two, it would seem
you're the only ones left without partners.
Let the record show that Jimmy and Cindy will work
on their oceanography project together!
( clucking )
( class gasping, thunderous rumble )
( clucking )
Why, that new school bell is a real waker-upper.
Ah, come on out, Jimmy.
I've got Fish Snack 'Ems--
the great taste of fried seafood in a bag.
Yeah, Jimmy.
Hiding from Cindy isn't the answer.
Not when reasonably-priced plastic surgery is
so readily available.
JIMMY: That won't be necessary, boys.
May I present my latest invention...
...the Neutron Submersible--
capable of attaining undersea depths of 90,000 fathoms.
90,000 fathoms!
That's more than...
60,000 fathoms.
Uh, Jimmy, if you're going to start
a new life under the sea
can we have your stuff?
I'm not moving, Carl.
I've simply devised a project so adventurous
that Cindy won't go anywhere near it.
Allow me to explain using these info-taining visual aids.
Two centuries ago, a pirate ship named
the Oozy Scab hit a squall
and sank to the bottom of Retroville Bay
with a mysterious treasure chest.
No sub could ever get deep enough to retrieve it
until today.
I'm finding that treasure.
Listen, Neutron.
I'm not any happier
about being lab partners than you are
so let's just classify some seashells
and get it over with.
Darn it all, Cindy!
I wish I could join you in your fascinating
seashell project, but I've already planned
a dangerous search for a shipwreck
in my extremely cramped submarine.
Okay, I'm in.
What?!
But-But... there will be sharks and-and minimal leg room!
I think I can handle it.
Now, we'll need some quality personnel
to man the controls.
On second thought, you guys will do.
We sail at dawn.
JIMMY: Gentlemen-- and annoying female interloper--
by the end of this journey, we'll all be rich.
This is awesome, Jimmy.
I've never been in a submarine before.
Hey, Jimmy, I found a cool video game
starring a thin, green guy and his friend, Mr. Bleep Bleep.
That's the radar, Carl.
Oh. Well, my mom doesn't let us have radar.
( Cindy clearing her throat )
If you three sea slugs are done fooling around
maybe we can get down to work.
Now, after researching the last known coordinates
of the Oozy Scab, and accounting for 200 years of ocean drift
I've been able to map out the wreck's probable location.
Maps are old school.
I've invented something
that'll make finding the Oozy Scab a no-brainer.
Oh, yeah, here we go.
Time to complicate a perfectly good plan
with one of your goofy, unnecessary inventions.
You're just jealous 'cause Jimmy's a genius.
Go ahead, Captain Jimmy.
Tell us about your goofy, unnecessary invention.
I give you
the Gill Gab 9000--
the world's first fish translating device.
We just speak into the microphone
and our words are translated into fish sonar
allowing us to interview the fish
and ask them where the treasure is.
And you wanted to use a map.
Well, that is the lamest thing I've ever heard.
What dunderhead would want to talk
to a bunch of stupid fish?
I want to talk to fish! I want to talk to fish!
Give me that.
Oh, hey, you little fellow.
Hi.
Do you like Fish Snack 'Ems?
They're made from fish like you
only cut up into little, bite-size pieces
and deep fried in burning oil.
( screams )
Carl, you're supposed to ask about the treasure.
Hey, you smelling pile of scales.
I know you know where the Oozy Scab is
so start singing before I go barracuda on you!
Uh, maybe I'll just ask the questions, huh?
So, I says to him...
You want to know what I says to him?
Yeah, okay.
I says, "What's this blonde scale
doing on your dorsal fin?"
Wha...? Uh-huh.
"Have you been seeing
that angel fish again?"
( laughs )
And you know what he says?
I don't know what he says.
Okay, okay. Thanks a lot. Bye.
Got to go.
Well, she was a gold mine
of information.
Ready to admit
your invention's a flop yet, Neutron?
Yeah, maybe Cindy's right, Jimmy.
We've been interviewing fish for hours.
And we'll keep interviewing them until I say so!
Miss Fowl maybe have made Cindy my lab partner
but it's still my ship!
You just can't deal with the fact
that my plan's better than yours.
Is not! Is so.
Is not. Is so!
Is not! Is so.
Stop it! Stop it!
Can't you see your constant fighting is
tearing us all apart?!
( radar beeping )
( Sheen laughing )
That was cool, Carl.
I really believed you for a second.
( chuckling ): Thanks.
I saw that on a soap opera once.
( yawning )
I'm tired, Jimmy.
I want to go home.
You've been talking to fish all night.
Do you even know where we are?
Don't worry.
I made an automatic pilot system out of my mom's microwave.
It's been piloting the sub for hours.
( bell dinging )
Whoops.
Wrong setting.
Well, we couldn't have drifted too far.
Hmm.
Anyone familiar with the Sea of Japan?
Great.
Nice going, Neutron.
Not only haven't we found the treasure
but now we're completely lost.
Lost?! We can't be lost.
We only brought enough food for two days.
And I'm not eating Carl.
Well, I'm not eating you, either.
Okay. Maybe a bite.
No one's eating anybody.
Just give me time to come up with a plan.
Too late. You had your chance.
Now, stand down.
What?
You can't take over my sub.
Oh, no?
Miss Fowl made us lab partners.
That makes me co-captain.
According to The Big Book of Submarines
that gives me the right to relieve you of duty.
Throw him in the brig!
It'll take a lot more than ravenous hunger
to turn my men against me.
Show her, boys.
SHEEN: I'll get some rope.
I'll hold him down.
Hey, hey, you can't do this.
This is mutiny.
Turn this tub around, boys.
We've got an Oozy Scab to find.
CARL: Mr. Bleep Bleep says
large object at 2:00.
SHEEN: Hey, cool.
It's the Oozy Scab.
Yes!
Did you hear that, Neutron?
Beginner's luck.
I'm taking her in close.
Steady, steady.
( crashing thud )
( screaming )
Sea monster!
No, it's not.
It's a giant squid.
Oh.
ALL: Giant squid!
( rattling )
What should we do, Jimmy?
How do I know?
You're the captain.
But I don't want to be captain anymore.
You be captain.
Fine. First admit that I'm a smarter, nicer
all-around better person than you.
Forget it!
Attention, giant squid.
We mean you no harm.
It's all Jimmy's fault!
( yelps )
It's not working, Cindy!
Uh, can't we just let Jimmy out?
But... I...
Oh, all right.
Say the magic words.
Jimmy Neutron is a smarter, nicer
all-around better person than I am.
( chuckles )
Now that wasn't so hard, was it?
Hurry, Jimmy.
Do something.
Hmm, the Gill Gab seems functional.
Why isn't it working?
Whoa! Hurry, Jimmy.
Quick, Carl, throw me your bag of Fish Snack 'Ems.
Just as I thought.
Freeze-dried squid.
Aha!
I don't get it.
Don't you see?
The squid can't understand us
because the Gill Gab only works on fish.
But if I put squid DNA from Carl's snack
on the Gill Gab's microchip
maybe we can communicate with him.
Aha!
I don't get it.
JIMMY: Attention, Squid, we come in peace.
( British accent ): I say, who said that?
We mean no harm.
We just came for the treasure chest
inside the boat.
That piece of rubbish?
Why didn't you say so?
And to think I was about to crush your heads
and suck out your guts.
( airy laugh )
Oh, dear.
There you are.
BOTH: You did it, Jimmy!
And don't worry.
Despite your mutinous behavior
you'll all still get a cut
of the treasure.
MISS FOWL: This is the most
delicious salt water taffy I've ever tasted, children.
Your project gets an "A-plus"!
( clucks )
You know, Jimmy, I hear
each one of these pieces of taffy is worth over three cents.
I don't want to talk about it.
JIMMY: Now, Carl. Now.
Oh, why doesn't he push the button?
Hey, Jimmy.
I was having an argument
with my stupid little sister.
Is the Potty Fairy real?
The Potty Fairy?
( scoffs ) Of course not.
Then who have I been aiming at all these years?
I'll ask Carl.
He's more worldly.
( explosive thud )
( air hissing )
Carl, what happened?
You were supposed to deploy
the antigravity parachute at 5,000 feet.
Uh, sorry there, Jimmy.
I guess I fell asleep again.
Well, your lack of focus is interfering with science.
( parents humming )
Honey...
I'm going to the supermarket
and your dad's coming along to eat the loose grapes
from the spill gutter around the produce bin.
Eat grapy-grape grapes.
Got to get them before they turn into raisins
because after that... ( groans )
That's it. Food.
You just haven't catalyzed enough hydrocarbons
into C02, water and energy this morning.
Huh?
You're hungry.
( snoring )
SHEEN: Hey, Jimmy, you were right about
the Potty Fairy.
But surely you must believe in
the Garbage Disposal Bunny. No.
Carl, I have a few more experiments
you're going to have to be wide awake for
so eat the rest of... ( thumping )
Carl? ( snoring )
You obviously need more food.
Well, till your parents get back
all you've got is lima beans.
( gasps ): I hate lima beans!
And I'm not hungry, Jimmy.
I'm tired, 'cause of...
the nightmare!
( thunder rumbling )
It's awful!
A horrible, spooky thing's chasing me.
And I run and I run, but I can't get away!
You should do what I do during a nightmare.
Simply prove, on paper-- using non-Euclidean geometry--
that the feared object is a logical impossibility
and it vanishes!
Yeah, but my dreams aren't as logical as yours, Jimmy.
I married a turkey once.
Plus, when I'm asleep
you're not there to explain things.
True.
Wait, just a neutronic minute!
Thanks to my most recent invention, I can be.
( electrical buzzing )
I call it the Dream Injector 5,000.
It's revolutionary!
And it's safe.
( nasally ): Are you sure?
Carl, I'm going to project your dream
into the somnus portal
then walk through and up this tube
and into your nightmare.
Is it going to hurt?
No, huh-uh.
I'll be fine.
Now, uh, go to sleep.
Well, I can't just go to sleep.
Why not?
Um, 'cause I have a soothing routine.
First, my mom turns down the light.
Vox, lights.
Then... ( sniffles )... she makes me hot milk.
Oh, for crying in mud.
Goddard!
Anything else?
BOTH: ♪ Nony, nony, nony. ♪
( snoring )
( machine engaging )
CARL Oh, no!
I'm in my underwear at the mall!
JIMMY: He's asleep.
If I'm not out of his dream in an hour
wake him up.
Rodger-dodger.
( gasps and snorts )
♪ Nony, non... ♪
( yawns ): Good night, moon.
( Sheen snoring )
It works!
I'm inside Carl's dream.
LIBBY: Sorry I'm late.
My paddle broke, so I had to row my desk to school
with this plastic leg.
Quiet. ( clucking )
The great, merciful and powerfully-chinned Carl
is about to speak... ( clucking )... speak.
Thank you, Winifred.
This is my revolutionary voltage pandolizer.
I converted the hoskibobits to the flutch
by putting it through the hoobaboobler.
Ooh, wow. Ooh... Wow.
When Carl's asleep
he dreams he's a genius, like me.
Like you?! Please!
You can't even spell your own name.
Now, I'll need a dumb, but willing, volunteer.
But I'm not dumb.
I'm a genius.
( kids laughing )
( laughing ): If you're so smart
what's the square root of a flexnard, huh?
Well, that doesn't make any sense.
The square root of a flexnard is a cup full of boogers.
He did that all in his head.
Come on, Carl.
We don't have time for this.
We've got work to do.
( grunts )
I will now turn on
the Really Smart Experiment machine.
You wired that coil wrong.
All this will do is give me 10,000 volts
which-- since this is a dream--
I won't actually...
( zapping and yelling )
KIDS: Ooh...
Oh, no.
Whatever Carl dreams actually happens to me.
Sheen! Sheen!
Wake him up!
( snoring )
JIMMY: Sheen?
Sheen!
Okay, enough!
Carl, you're asleep.
This is a dream.
( scoffs ): Don't be silly.
If it was a dream, could I do this?
That's the only time you can do it.
Carl... you're asleep.
There are llamas in the classroom.
Libby rode to school with a plastic leg!
Her paddle broke!
We don't have time for this!
( kids gasping )
He-He touched his astounded Carlness!
Send him to the Ultra Principal.
( clucking )
( all clucking )
What are you doing?
( yelling )
For behold
I am the Ultra Principal!
No, you're not.
You're a friend of mine inside a dream
another friend of mine's having.
Hah! And again, hah!
If I was a mere dream, could I do this?
That's Carl's brain.
Is not.
( authoritative voice ): I am the brain
of the Ultra Principal
dispenser of justice throughout the universe.
Okay. What am I here for?
You've insulted Carl
the smartest and handsomest student in all the land.
I sentence you to be his monkey boy
for a m-million years.
With the duty of testing his inventions
and fashioning festive doily hats
for him to wear.
I'm not going to agree to that.
You already signed your name-- incorrectly, by the way--
on this binding Monkey Boy Contract.
Hah! That's not my signature.
Huh?
( yelling )
They're free gutter grapes
that would only spoil otherwise
your Magnificent Geniousness.
( grunts )
Hey, Mom and Dad, look.
It's my personal monkey boy.
Hey, th-those aren't your parents.
They're mine!
( laughing hysterically )
Don't be silly, young man.
I would never have a child as dim-witted as you.
Plus, if it was a dream, could I do this?
( groans )
Ew, Hugh, you're brain's all wet and stretchy.
( muffled ): That's my tongue.
Let go. I've got to taste pie with that.
( tongue clattering )
Carl, listen to me.
I'm only here to help you vanquish
the horrible spooky thing.
( parents gulping )
( gasps )
Who told monkey boy about the sp-sp-spooky thing?
( growls )
This is hopeless.
Wait a minute.
If he won't listen to real logic
maybe I should try dream logic.
Worth a try.
You told me about the spooky thing
oh, brilliant, handsome Carl
while you were a-peddling a bike with no wheels
backwards, up the pyramids, um, in a ballerina's tutu.
Oh, yeah.
I remember that.
But-But even you probably aren't smart enough
to know where it lives.
Oh, no?
For your information, it's...
( whimpers ): under there.
That's what you're scared of?
( harmonica playing )
A stupid lima bean?
I know you hate 'em, Carl, but they're not scary.
( growling )
( gasping )
( Carl yelling )
( lima bean snarling )
Look, Carl, wake up!
That thing can really eat me!
I'm not asleep.
Yes, you are.
And we're going to prove it mathematically
using the Riemann hypothesis.
( panting ): Write this down.
All of nontrivial zeroes of the zeta function
have real part equal to one-half...
Okay, but my pen just turned into a worm.
( snarling )
( gobbling )
Oh, hi, honey.
I brought you dinner.
( gobbling )
( panting )
Genius won't help me here.
I need to show Carl something so outrageous
he'll realize the only explanation is he's asleep.
But what?!
I-I washed your brain.
But I had trouble getting the think stains out.
That's it!
Jimmy kissing Cindy?
Oh, that couldn't happen in a million years.
( snorts )
I must be dreaming.
( exhales )
Oh, wow, I had the craziest dream.
( panting )
I know, I was there.
You almost got me killed by a legume.
( growling )
Sheen, don't move.
There's a giant
man-eating lima bean behind you.
Hah! You guys.
I haven't believed in that since I was, like, seven.
( growling continues )
( roaring )
( kids yelling )
( loud thumping )
JIMMY: Luckily, as all bean farmers know
Phaseolus limensis perishes when exposed
to dry air and overly nitrogenous soil.
But you hit it with a hammer.
Come on, honey, right this way.
( moaning ) It's okay.
( sighs ): Your father got overexcited
and ate a bolt that fell off a grocery cart.
It was grape-shaped. Yes.
Uh, hey, Carl, you won't tell anyone
about that awful, desperate thing I had to do
to wake you up, will ya?
Of course not, Jimmy.
( footsteps )
Not even in his dreams, Neutron!
( yelps )
( disgusted grunt )
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( barking )
Oh.
Hi. I'm Paul.
JIMMY: Got to blast!