Got to blast!
♪ From here to the stars for my candy bars ♪
♪ Rides a kid with a knack for invention ♪
( 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 whirring )
( barking )
( yells )
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( panting ): Ultra Lord's... log.
Trapped on the planet of incredible hotness.
Water gone.
Ultra-lips chapped.
( gasping ): Can't... hold... out... much... longer.
( screaming )
Sheen, Sheen, please.
It's too hot.
Don't make us hurt you.
( gasping ): Jimmy... I'm dying.
Please tell Goddard to share.
Hmm, if only there was some thermodynamically
efficient way of cooling off.
( girls laughing )
Hi, guys.
Some day, huh?
Yeah, sure, if you like, you know
dying and stuff, all hot.
Well, I think it's just wonderful.
Well, do you guys want to come in?
Yeah. I want to come in.
I guess if we have to.
Wait a second.
I think you forgot one thing, Libby.
What's that, Cindy?
They have to admit that girls are better than boys
in every way ever in all history and forever in the future.
Uh... Uh...
Okay. Yeah, sure.
Yeah, why not? Hey, man.
Oh, no, no, no.
Hold it, you guys.
Listen, come on, don't degrade yourselves.
Why not?
It's okay, really, Jimmy-- it's hot.
Lookit, I can fix this--
I can-- it's only hot weather.
Okay, well, I'd better apply more sunblock.
Oh, look-- it's SPF 50.
Hmm. It says for fair to albino skin.
Sunblock.
Carl!
What?
You're a genius.
I am...
I am?
( electronic whirring )
CARL: Well, I-I know I'm a genius, Jimmy, but...
what exactly did I come up with again?
Implementing your sunblock idea, Carl.
Listen, if SPF-50 can shield your skin from the sun's rays
then this quantumly enhanced SPF-9000
should shield the entire town.
Oh, right!
Well, just like I planned.
( whimpers )
Don't worry, boy, it's just sunblock.
What could happen?
( low rumbling )
( groans )
Now, once the heat flashes and the nausea subside
I'm good to go.
( rumbling )
Jimmy, you did it!
You changed the weather!
Ooh, intense U.V. radiation has made me delusional.
( babbling )
I'm a monkey.
O... kay.
Let the games begin!
You ready, guys?
Yeah! Yeah! Cool!
ALL: Yeah...!
We need a bigger hill.
( giggling )
Here we... Oh!
I'm all right.
Here we... Ooh!
Yeah! Whoo-hoo!
Coming at you.
Okay, Goddard.
Mm, cold.
( shivering )
How s-s-sad.
Poor N-Neutron can't have a good t-time
unless he ch-changes the weather.
Isn't that s-s-sad?
Libby?
L-L-Libby?
Wahoo!
I gotcha!
Yeah!
( beeping )
20 degrees, huh?
No problem, boy.
The sunblock should dissipate in a few days.
For once, everything turned out perfect.
( whimpers softly )
( gasps )
Leaping leptons!
Goddard, what's the temperature?
Minus 30?!
Oh, no!
I must have made a tiny miscalculation.
( thudding )
( barks )
Carl's SPF-50.
( barking )
"Warning: Do not quantumly enhance.
Contents may cause second Ice Age."
They really ought to put something like that in bold print.
Well, it seems quiet.
Maybe Mom hasn't noticed the weather yet.
MOM: J-J-James Isaac N-Neutron!
Haven't we warned you about tampering
with the unstable structure of a chaotic system?
Well, I-I-I...
I forgot.
Now, Jim, this is serious.
It's so f-freezing
part of your mother's hair chipped off.
Of course, it's nothing we can't even out
with a little chisel here...
Ooh! Oh!
( gasps )
I hope you know how-how-how
you're g-going to reverse this...
this... this...
This, uh... bad weather thingy.
I do.
I will. I mean, I'm...
MOM: Honestly, J-Jimmy, no heat
no power, no appliances.
How will we live?
What will we wear?
I'm sorry, Mom.
I'll find a way to fix things. I promise.
There. See, butter biscuit?
Uh, Jimbo's going to f-find a way to fix it, that's all.
In the meantime, we'll just have to adapt
to this hostile, savage environment.
I better run.
Me and the other dads are off to hunt caribou.
Spotted a big herd up on Abner Boulevard.
Got to keep fresh meat on the table. Bye-bye!
Holy Heisenberg, Goddard, it really is a second Ice Age.
Oh, I just hope no one else figures out this was my fault.
( all shouting angrily )
Thanks for telling everyone, Sheen.
I didn't know it was a secret.
Um... I sort of told some people, too, Jim.
Peer pressure.
Now, now, children, time for study group.
Okay, who has any ideas how we can escape
being ( crows ) destroyed by the freezing glacier
that used to be Retroville?
I know.
The glacier is obviously angry with Jimmy.
If we feed Jimmy to the glacier
maybe it'll be placated and depart from us.
Aw, Sheen!
Aw, come on, Jimmy, I'm just trying to be productive.
Yeah! Sacrifice!
Sacrifice Jimmy!
Children, children, please!
( squawks )
My goodness!
We can't let a little nippiness
turn us into a pack of primitive subhumans!
We must hold on to our dignity.
We must stand erect
( squawks )
look the word in the eye and say...
take boy to glacier.
ALL: Yeah!
I don't like it, boy.
The colder it gets
the more people revert to their primal instincts.
We may not have much time before it becomes irreversible.
One called Hugh.
We have hunted since the sun was high.
Still, we have sighted no prey.
Shh.
Looks like we got us a buck.
No, wait, it's a buck-fifty. Oh.
Hey, it's Dad.
Hey, Dad!
DAD: Hoo-hoo!
Look at the antlers on him.
Ooh, there's going to be caribou chilli tonight, boys.
( chanting ): Uk, luk, luk, yeah!
Ooh... caribou!
Uk, luk, luk...
( chanting continues )
Uk, luk, luk...
Ooh... caribou!
Uk, luk, luk...
CARL: Psst! Hey, Jimmy.
What is this?
( laughs )
This is the lair of the Carl clan.
( snorts )
Pretty sweet, huh?
Carl clan?
Uh-huh.
This weather is perfect for big-boned people like me
and soon the hunters will move on.
Then we of the Carl clan will emerge from our long sleep
and the land will belong to the hefty!
Long sleep?
You-you mean hibernation?
Uh-huh.
And that's why I'm bulking up on carbs.
'Cause I'll have to feed off the extra weight
until the spring.
And when I emerge, I will be fit, strong, and...
my sunburn'll be gone.
Sunburn.
But I thought you had on SPF-50.
Well, I must have sweated it off.
Hey, I'm a real good sweater.
That's it!
You're brand of sunblock isn't waterproof.
It dissolves with water.
Carl, you're a genius!
Yeah, tell me something I don't know.
( snorts )
MEN ( chanting ): Uk, luk, luk, yeah.
No time to lose, boy.
We've got to find some water.
( clanging )
CINDY: D-do you m-m-mind, Neutron?
I'm t-trying to enjoy my... p-pool.
DAD: Don't waste your time, sport.
All the pipes are frozen solid.
Sweetie, eat your caribou before it gets hard and icy.
Mm-hmm.
Come on.
Think, think, think.
Hey, I'm a real good sweater.
Mind blast!
Of course.
Perspiration.
With its high oil and sodium content
it doesn't freeze as fast as ordinary water.
But I'm going to need plenty of sweat.
JIMMY: Gentlemen
I've selected the three of you
as you are the most likely
candidates in town
whose girth will provide
the maximum probability
of intense perspiration.
Miss Fowl?
( squawking chant )
( chanting continues )
It's working.
( water dripping )
( water sloshing )
Uh...
I'm-I'm just not sweating.
Oh, come on, Carl.
You can do it.
The whole town's depending on you.
You'll be a hero.
Really?
Okay.
( inhales )
( grunting )
ALL: Yeah!
( all sniffing )
ALL: Ew!
( all cheering )
You did it, child of she who is my woman.
Now you've given us the gift of the sun.
( sniffing )
If only I could give these guys
the gift of roll-on deodorant.
( sniffing )
Whoo!
Uh, does anyone have a scented towelette?
And that's how the sesame-encrusted breadstick
came to the New World.
Any questions?
( soft snoring )
( bell ringing )
Class, wait!
Don't forget to sign up for Friday's talent show.
And remember, it's not about who's more talented.
( crowing )
It's about winning a very large and expensive
solid gold trophy for first place.
I'm going to do my Emmy-caliber water-spitting routine
for the talent show.
Oh, yeah? I'm going to blow nose bubbles.
( snorts )
That'll be cool, but you know what I'm going to do?
Algebra, in Latin.
Hey, guys, we're going to go sign up
for the talent contest.
You should sign up, too.
Oops, I forgot-- you have no talent.
( laughing )
We're doing Riverstomp.
Riverstomp?!
What the heck is that?
Funny you should ask.
Hit it, Seamus.
( Irish music playing )
( cheering and whistling )
Beat that, Neutron.
We will.
Carl, Sheen, and I are taking home that trophy.
Right, Sheen?
Yeah! The trophy is ours.
Right, Carl?
No way. You girls will definitely win.
BOYS: Carl!
So, what are you lame-o's going to do?
Something stupid
like blowing nose bubbles?
Or spitting water?
Or doing algebra in Latin?
( laughing )
Actually, uh, our band is going to play.
You losers have a band?
Yes, we have a band
and we're going to stomp your Riverstomp.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
Well, we'll see on Friday.
That's right.
Oh, man, did they ever make a mistake.
With our power chords and phat beats
they're going to wish they never... I mean...
Hey. Wait a minute.
We don't have a rock band.
Yeah, we don't even play any instruments.
Or have any discernible abilities.
Guys, guys, guys.
I got it under control.
( power chord )
Gentlemen, I present
the Neutron Synchronous Mind Instruments.
Each one has an internal computer
that has downloaded every note, every chord
every lick, every run, groove
rhythm, and beat ever played.
All we have to do is think the sound
and the instruments will do the rest.
So, if we think it, we can play it?
( playing rock lick )
Oh, baby. I'm playing, I'm playing.
( playing high-energy pop )
Wow! I can do something!
Somebody call my mom!
You kids.
Good luck tonight, and remember--
have fun with it.
Hey, Jimmy, we need a name.
How about The Mighty Disciples of Ultra Lord?
Oh, oh, hey, what about this?
The Science Kings.
Oh, I got a name, and it's great.
Does it have
the word "llama" in it?
No.
Yes.
Okay. Well, um, maybe we can mix them together.
I know-- The Llama Lords of Science.
All right! Yeah, that's cool.
One, two, three, think!
( playing high-energy pop )
( screaming )
( laughing )
CINDY: This can't be happening!
Nerd-tron actually rocks?
( shrieks )
My foot is tapping.
Libby! We got to get out of this place.
I-I-I can't fight the music!
Snap out of it.
We can't let Carl, Sheen, and Neutron
win that trophy.
Come on, we've got work to do.
( crowd cheers )
ALL: I'm going to be the greatest rock star ever.
Uh, I'm thinking about changing our name.
What about The Jimmy Neutron Experience?
Yeah, I kind of like The Carl Weezer Project.
I have to vote for Sheen and the Sheenettes.
You guys can be the Sheenettes.
Or we can get some Sheenettes, and you guys just stand
behind the curtain
and carry my stuff around, and stuff.
( panting )
So tired...
Haven't eaten... or slept.
Libby, quit slacking.
You heard Neutron and his band of nerds.
We have to be better.
We are the mistresses of dance.
Faster, Libby, faster!
Okay, so, which song are we going to do
at the talent show tonight?
I wrote a speed metal rock opera last night.
It's called Ultra Lord, Superstar.
Well, see, I was thinking more along the lines
of a fusion of techno alternative ska
with some free jazz thrown in
you know, to impress the critics.
I wrote a love song.
Is it about llamas?
No!
Yes.
No love songs.
We've got to kick out the jams, dude.
Jimmy, when do I get to play my drum solo?
If Carl gets a drum solo, I want a bass solo.
No, no drum solos and no bass solos.
If anyone has a solo, it's going to be me.
You? Who died and made you rock 'n roll king?
I think we should all wear makeup.
No makeup!
Guys, guys, what we look like isn't really important.
Now, let's practice.
Practice? Don't tell me what to do, all right?
Yeah, Neutron, ever since I started this band
you've been holding me back!
No, I started this band.
You started this band?!
You kids-- Good luck tonight
and remember-- have fun with it.
( all three growling )
( mic feedback )
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to Lindbergh Elementary's
annual talent show.
( crows )
And now, our first contestant, Nick Dean.
( crows )
( clicks tongue )
( girls screaming )
The boy's one of a kind.
Aw, pukin' Pluto, where is he?
Hey, way to show up
five minutes before we go on, Sheen.
Wa-wai-wait, excuse me.
From now on, you will refer to me
as "The Artist Formerly Known as Sheen."
Mm-hmm. No, he never sings back-up.
Always sings lead.
Here, what's this?
I have to share a bloomin' dressing room
with you two blokes?
Carl, why are you talking like that?
Oh, no, no, no, please refer all inquiries
to me image consultant.
Yes, yes, no, yes.
Oh, that's right.
Big calendar shoot coming up.
JIMMY: Your what?!
Hey, hey, what is this?
I specifically requested dolphin-safe doughnuts!
I refuse to perform
until all my ridiculous demands are satisfied!
Fine, we don't need you.
Right, more time for me drum solo.
What's wrong with his throat?
( Irish music ends )
( applause ) Thank you.
Let's see those boneheads beat that.
Oh, that was nice
but I think Jimmy and his friends
will be even better.
Yeah, they better be.
I paid 125 bucks for these tickets.
Hugh, this is a free school function.
Duh! Darn scalpers.
I want a drum solo! You can't just have
everything you want.
I want a behind-the-scenes documentary
tracing my amazing ride to fame, while revealing
several humiliating skeletons in my closet.
Oh, I can't believe I even let you two in my band!
Your band? Yes, my band.
If it wasn't for my instruments
you'd be blowing nose bubbles and spitting water.
Oh, yeah?! Yeah!
Well, here's what I think
about your stupid instruments.
Hey!
You just destroyed my instruments!
Who needs your stupid instruments
when you've got my musical genius?
Oh, you're both a couple of ruddy twits.
That's it!
( all growling )
You kids-- good luck tonight
and remember, have fun with it.
( crashing )
W-wait a minute.
Sheen and Carl, what are we doing?
Well, I was about to strangle Carl.
Yeah, and I was going to slap Sheen
in the back of the head.
Look at us.
We're best friends
and ever since we started this band
we've been arguing and fighting.
We're so obsessed with becoming rock stars
that we've forgotten the real reason we did this.
To beat Cindy and Libby!
( all yelling ): Yeah!!!
Llama Lords of Science...
( crows )
...you're on!
( all gasping )
We can't go out without our instruments.
They'll laugh at us.
They'll write unkind things about us in our yearbooks.
There's been a slight change.
The Llama Lords of Science will not be performing.
( audience groans )
I want my money back!
Uh, not that I paid, or anything.
Instead, here is Jimmy, Sheen, and Carl doing...
( crows )
something else.
( clearing throat )
Observe.
( inhaling deeply )
( high-pitched whining )
( panting )
( audience gasping )
AUDIENCE: Ew.
CARL: Aw, cheer up, guys.
Eighth place isn't so bad.
Carl, there are only seven acts.
Think of it this way, guys.
We may not have won first prize
but at least we got our friendship back.
I know one thing.
I'm never playing in a band with you guys ever again.
( laughing )
Me neither.
You got that right.
( girls grunting )
Hey, guys, I got a new name for you.
The Losers.
( laughing )
You guys walking home
or are you taking the snot bubble?
Oh, that was good-- snot.
Oh, yeah?
Well, you just wait till next year, Vortex.
The Llama Lords of Science are going to reunite.
Yeah, and I'll do my drum solo.
No drum solos.
Right, no drum solos.
But a bass solo from The Artist Formerly Known as Sheen.
No, none of that either.
I want a drum solo!
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