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Listen up!
What we have before us today is a race.
This race, once started, shall not stop for any reason.
If you trip, you will be trampled.
If you stumble, you will be trampled.
If you refuse to trample, you will be trampled!
On your mark...
( blows whistle )
( kids cheering )
( breathing hard ): Lungs... straining....
underwear... chafing...
( heavy breathing )
Go, Sheen!
Ooh... I-I'm floating...
the light.
Yes, move toward the light. Oh...
Just passing through, Libby.
Hey, Sheen, have you seen my back?
No.
Well, check it out.
Hey!
( kids cheering )
You're going down, Neutron.
Oh, please, if you run half as well
as your report on the time-space continuum
I already beat you 2,000 years ago.
Take it to him, girlfriend!
You got it, Jimmy!
No pressure, but for the love of humanity...
don't lose!
Isn't that big head getting a little heavy, Neutron?
Ha-ha! That's really funny, Cindy.
After I cross the finish line
remind me to fake a laugh.
( kids cheering )
Hey, Jimmy, you know the only thing worse
than you losing this relay race?
What's that, Vortex?
Losing to a girl!
( grunts )
( cheering )
Quick, trample him! Trample him before he gets up!
You call that running?
My grandma's faster.
Race you to the lockers, Jimmy.
( all laughing )
DAD: Ah, don't let it get you down, Jim-jam.
I lost all sorts of races when I was your age.
But I turned out okay, huh?
Well, sure, the tramplings left a scar or two
but I'm basically all right.
I think what your father's trying to say, Jimmy
is that losing's not important
as long as you try your best.
Look, this one's shaped
like President Grover Cleveland, in his second term.
Well, I've had enough losing for one week.
That's why, at this very moment, Shoebot is coating my sneakers
with a mixture of thermal-silicone
and my all-purpose, endlessly adaptable compound neutro-gunk.
The resulting combination should create a propulsive
yet frictionless environment around my sneakers
that will power me to victory.
But won't the combustion cycle become increasingly irregular
due to the inhibiting effect
of the silicon's thermal resistance?
Huh?
Don't worry, Mom.
It's just going to be one quick experiment--
but, oh, so satisfying.
( kids cheering )
( humming )
Going to kick your butt twice in the same week, Nerd-tron.
They say pride goes before the fall, Vortex.
Yeah? All I know is I go before you.
Bye!
Here! Jimmy, now run like the wind!
You're a cheetah! You're an eagle!
Take it-- seriously... run.
Um, Jimmy, you're supposed to run now.
Go, Neutron, come on!
( yawns )
Well, got to blast.
Little short of breath there, Vortex?
That's too bad.
Well, got to go. Bye.
( yawns )
Looks like there's still time for a purple flurp break.
Ah!
Come on, Vortex!
You still have a chance...
to be a loser!
Oh, look, a 1957 Van de Graaff electrostatic generator!
What? Who? Where?!
I win!
( cheering )
( blows raspberry )
That was amazing, Jimmy.
But I lost humiliatingly.
Yeah, but before that!
Uh-huh, you were going so fast
you were completely invisible!
Which you might want to stay all the time
because you're the laughingstock of the whole school.
( girls cheering )
♪ For she's a jolly good fellow ♪
♪ For she's a jolly good fellow...! ♪
Invisible, huh?
That just might come in handy.
( boinging )
Oh, hello, Mr. Squirrel.
Would you like to keep me company
while I eat my lunch?
Now to test how invisible I really am.
Well, I-- who took my sandwich?!
Oh, so that's your game, is it?
Well, Mr. I'm-Too- Good-For-Acorns
how'd you like a nice detention?
I am moving too fast to see.
Imagine the possibilities.
I could benefit all mankind!
Or I could totally get back at Cindy.
Yeah, I'm going to go with that.
( scoffs )
Come on, Nissa, your turn.
Okay.
♪ And my name is Nissa ♪
♪ I'm a good kissa ♪
♪ My favorite Tomei's first name ♪
♪ is Marisa! ♪
Ah, sweet revenge.
♪ See, my name is Cindy ♪
♪ Chicago is windy ♪
♪ Mario Andretti won the 500 Indy. ♪
Whoa...!
Britney?!
Um, I didn't do it!
Oh, I suppose the rope tripped me by itself?
Hey, what's going on?
( yelling )
Dude, you're not a dude!
Wait, I-I can explain, Nick.
See, I was jumping rope
and the jump rope came alive, and I just...
Oh...
Whoa!
( shouts )
( laughs maniacally )
Invisible Boy strikes!
This may be my greatest invention ever!
Think what I can do!
Think what I shouldn't do, but will do.
Think... wait a minute.
Something's wrong.
I can't stop! Oh, no!
Mom was right!
The combustion cycle is accelerating out of control!
Can't... get my shoes... off!
Must...
( grunts )
( yells )
but, what if Ultra Lord found a baby llama
and he named it Carlito and he raised it
and taught it karate and how to fly?
Ultra Lord doesn't need a sidekick, Carl.
And if he did
there's no way it would be a llama sidekick
named Carlito!
Whoa! Whoa!
Wow, what the heck was that?
JIMMY: Carl... help! Stuck! I...!
Did you hear something?
Yea-- uh... not-not if you didn't.
D-d-definitely not if you didn't.
Great, they can't see me or hear me.
I've got to communicate somehow.
Don't be alarmed or anything, Carl
but I think we may be in the presence
of a creature from the other side.
Of the playground?
No, I mean a spirit, a phantom, an apparition!
Oh... you mean like a person
that used to be a person
and then they died and now they're a ghost?!
"Help Jimmy"?
Oh, no! He's got Jimmy!
What are we going to do, Sheen?
Uh, since we're just kids and this is a ghost
I suggest we run away as quickly as possible
screaming at the top of our lungs.
( screaming )
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa...!
I can't just keep running around and around forever.
Wait a minute, "running around"! That's it!
If I could spin around fast enough
my mass will become less dense
and, in theory, I could slip right out of my shoes.
Or I could end up a gelatinous mess
splattered all over the ground.
( gulps )
I really hope it's the first one.
Ah, perfect.
( yelling )
Let's see if it's working...
I'm lifting out of my shoes.
It is working!
( screams )
I have never been so embarrassed in all my life.
And in front of Nick.
Oh, cheer up, girl.
With your grades
you can transfer to any school in town.
I just know Neutron's behind this.
When I see him...
We just saw a ghost!
Yeah, and it has Jimmy!
Good, it can keep him.
Boy, you really have some anger issues, don't you?
JIMMY: Whoa!
( squishing )
( coughs )
Hi, guys.
I'm back, and by the way, that wasn't a ghost.
It was me!
But once again, I've solved everything.
ALL: Ew...!
I thought Nerd-tron was hard to look at before
but this is disgusting.
Yeah, Jimmy, you're totally gross... yet somehow cool.
But completely nasty!
Yet strangely awesome.
What are you guys talking about?
Oh, my molecules haven't reassimilated.
Hey, look... ( chuckles )
He's fun to poke.
Stop it, Carl!
No, it's fun.
Pick up a stick and poke him, Sheen.
Don't!
Wow, Jimmy, you finally invented something
we can all enjoy.
Yeah, this is better than a video game.
Stop it!
I could do this all day, and I think I will.
Okey-dokey, pokey-pokey!
( laughing )
I call it the Neutron encephalo-synthesizer.
It isolates and amplifies alpha brain waves
passes them through a 12-tone interpreter module
and outputs them in an audible frequency.
Uh, what was that first part again?
And that middle part?
And the end-y part, too.
Well, simply put
it translates your thoughts and feelings
into notes and rhythm.
And so, without further ado
I now present the musical stylings of my brain.
( yodeling plays on tape )
( laughter )
JIMMY: The feminine brain is a treacherous minefield, Carl.
Thanks for coming over to console me in my darkest hour.
Well, actually, I was hoping you'd help me
with my geometry homework.
Now, the triangles are the pointy ones, right?
Today was only the latest in a long line
of humiliating pranks Cindy's pulled on me.
If only I knew what she was thinking
I could catch her in the planning stage and...
Whoa!
( lightning cracks )
( squeaking and whirring )
I'll pull out the tone generator
and substitute a voice synthesizer...
JIMMY'S VOICE: Come on, work, work!
It works!
CARL'S VOICE: Hmm...
the ends of my fingers look like
little pink plums.
If I use headphones
Cindy will never know
I'm reading her every thought.
I wish I could try it tonight
and see if she's got something sneaky planned
for tomorrow.
Nick, um, um, I-I hate to bother you at home
but I'm stuck with these two dumb tickets for, um...
What was that band you liked again?
( click-beep )
Oops, um, call waiting.
Don't go anywhere.
JIMMY: Hi, Cindy, uh, what you doing?
Neutron!
After I hang up, I'll be getting an unlisted number.
JIMMY: Hmm, no brain wave response.
Goddard, recalibrate to 3.8 Gigahertz.
( rapid beeping )
CINDY: I hope Brainzilla
isn't on to tomorrow's little surprise.
Ah, jackpot!
Oh, uh, yeah, I just phoned to see
if you had any special plans to humiliate me tomorrow.
Oh, no, don't tell me. He's found out about the--
Jimmy!
Are you okay?
If you can hear me, tell me the answers to 5-a through 11-c.
I mean, just so I know that you're okay.
CINDY'S VOICE: Jimmy?!
Hello?
I'm Cindy, and what are you doing in my room?
Where is my room
and what happened to my puffy pink nail polish?
( screams )
( Jimmy's voice screaming )
( both screaming )
( electronic hum )
VOX: Rejected!
Girl hair! Girl hair! Girl hair!
JIMMY'S VOICE: Vox, it's me! Let me in!
CINDY'S VOICE: If you get garbage on my hair, I'll never forgive you!
What have you got to say for yourself?
Or myself? Or whoever you are?!
JIMMY'S VOICE: Please don't put my hands on my hips!
Guys don't go that!
I'll put my hands anywhere I want to put my hands.
I'll skip to the doll shop, swinging my hips, like this.
♪ Swingy, swingy, swingy, swingy ♪
♪ Girlie, girlie, girlie... ♪
No!
Then fix this, you idiot-- now!
Absolutely!
I just need to tinker with it for a few hours.
We don't have a few hours.
School starts in 20 minutes.
You may have stolen my body and my clothes
but you're not ruining my perfect attendance record.
Now get my butt to class!
JIMMY'S VOICE: My ankles are freezing!
Why don't girls just buy pants that cover their legs?
CINDY'S VOICE: Stop dragging my feet. Those are new shoes.
Look, if we just act like each other, nobody will ever know.
( imitating Jimmy's voice ): Look at me, everybody!
I sure am smart.
Admire my big, show-offy brain.
You think I spent enough hours on my hair this morning?
Hey, everybody, look at my ankles.
When will I get a pair of pants the right length?
Who knows?
Here he goes.
Oh, this one's going to be great.
He doesn't suspect a thing.
Oh, yeah, uh... today's practical joke.
( splat )
( laughter )
CINDY'S VOICE: Oh, so it's war, is it? Fine.
( imitating Jimmy's voice ): Look at me, everybody!
I, Jimmy Neutron, am a blue- faced, cross-eyed nosepicker.
( laughter )
JIMMY'S VOICE: Oh, yeah?
Listen to this.
Don't you dare.
( farting noise )
( laughter )
( imitating Cindy's voice ): How very ladylike of me.
Cindy, what happened last night?
You said something about an extra concert ticket
and then the line went dead.
( in Cindy's voice ): I wouldn't go to a concert with you
if you were the last boy on Earth.
That's how stuck up I am.
( all gasp )
CINDY'S VOICE: Nick!
( faking Jimmy's voice ): I mean, Nick, she doesn't mean that.
MISS FOWL: Quiet, children.
Pop quiz.
( class groaning )
CINDY'S VOICE: I hope you enjoyed your straight A's, Neutron,
'cause they're a thing of the past.
"The ant is a member of the vegetable family."
JIMMY'S VOICE: "Name the planets:"
Farkle... Gub-Gub...
I would like an explanation
for these two disgraceful papers.
( imitating Jimmy's voice ): There's a simple explanation, Miss Fowl.
I, Jimmy Neutron, am a complete gabble-headed dipstick.
Huh?
( as Cindy ): But not as big a dipstick
as you are, Miss Fowl.
and if I don't get a month's worth of detention
for that, you're even dumber than you look.
( faking Jimmy's voice ): Oh, yeah?
Well, how many detentions is this worth, Miss Fowl breath?
( distressed clucking )
( snoring )
( metallic squeaking )
You think you could figure this out
sometime before I need to shave?
Hey, I want out of this badly dressed body
just as much as you do.
CINDY'S VOICE: Badly dressed?!
Do you know how long it took me to floss
your big, old beaver teeth last night?
JIMMY'S VOICE: And, uh, by the way
you start tomorrow at Hank's Weenie Barn.
Here's your weenie.
( laughter )
( as Jimmy ): It's something I've wanted to do
all my life, Miss Fowl.
( clears throat )
Attention!
Here's a list of all the boys in school
who make me, Cindy Vortex
feel all fuzzy inside.
Abraham "Mud-Face" Adler...
( imitating Jimmy's voice ): And I want more chores around the house...
...Oleander...
And I want a meat log for Christmas...
Butch.
Okay, maybe not Butch.
And I'd like you to sell my bed
forcing me to sleep in the crawl space under the house
with the rats.
Are you sure about this, Cindy?
( faking Cindy's voice ): Yes, Cindy's Mother.
I'm glad the expensive outfits
I used to be so foolishly proud of
will now be clothing the needy.
JIMMY'S VOICE: Do we have to hide behind here?
Well, sorry, Jim
but we don't want to be seen talking to a girl.
Yeah, that's a mandatory five months
of people pointing at you going:
♪ Nyah-nyah nyah-nyah-nyah ♪
without the possibility of parole.
JIMMY'S VOICE: I've got to reverse this effect before...
CINDY'S VOICE: Do these shoes make me look...
JIMMY'S VOICE: Oh, no, I'm starting to think like her.
CINDY'S VOICE: At least you're thinking.
Ooh, conflict-- got to go.
CINDY'S VOICE: Look, we've spent all our time sniping at each other
and hardly any time finding a solution to our problem.
JIMMY'S VOICE: But I don't know how to generate enough power
to affect a simultaneous brain transference.
Unless...
unless I dump both our minds into a virtual brain pod.
"Dump our minds"?
Yeah, yeah-- while our bodies are lying useless
we get the most trustworthy people we know
to sort our respective memories and abilities
into the correct heads.
Don't worry, Jimmy and Cindy
I'll put your minds back in the right places.
CINDY'S VOICE: You can't even keep the gravy
inside your mashed potato volcano at lunch.
You expect me to let you put my brain back?
Cindy, don't worry.
I know your brain, and I won't let them
put any stupid boy stuff in it.
JIMMY'S VOICE: Okay, listen up, here.
When our brains are uploaded
all our memories will appear on that screen.
You three have to decide what belongs to who.
Don't give Cindy my astounding ability
to create and build pioneering technologies, okay?
CINDY'S VOICE: Oh, yeah, like I'd want to invent a toilet in a briefcase.
Hey, hey, that could have been
an invaluable accessory for the traveling businessman.
Carl, throw the switch and shut them up.
( whimpering )
( zapping )
Look, there's Jimmy's entire memory of the third grade.
SHEEN: And we drag that to the jimmy side.
"Supreme dislike of show-offy boys."
That's Cindy.
Oh, yeah.
"Ability to whistle."
Can Cindy whistle?
I don't know.
We gave Jimmy rapturous enjoyment of mustard.
Let's give Cindy whistling.
"Extreme dislike of girls who dislike boys
"who dislike girls who dislike show-offy boys who dislike..."
It's so confusing! Just throw that one away!
( beeping )
( bell dings )
SHEEN: And... download.
( flushing )
LIBBY: Jimmy? Cindy?
Are you back in your heads?
JIMMY'S VOICE: I... I can't see my ankles.
Oh, no! He's blind!
No, Carl, I've got my own pants back.
I warn you, Neutron, if anything at all is wrong with my brain...
You mean other than what was wrong with it before?
...I'll hit you so hard in the mouth
it'll wake up your dentist.
( bell dings, gears whir )
Did you, um, notice
when our brains were floating inside that thing together--
which was disgusting, by the way--
one of us was imagining us
walking down a country lane holding hands and, um, kissing?
Okay, I remember that, but it wasn't my brain thinking it.
Well, it sure as heck wasn't mine!
It must have been yours, Vortex, because it was not mine!
No, you just said...
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