Gotta Blast!
♪ Into the stars goin' by Candy Bar's ♪
♪ Rides a kid with a knack for invention ♪
( gasps )
♪ With a 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 )
Captioning sponsored by THE U.S. DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION
and NICKELODEON
And that concludes my report on the pilgrims--
America's first fashion victims.
( class cheering )
MISS FOWL: Good report, Libby,
but next time leave off the headphones.
I've been asking you to wrap it up
for the last 20 minutes.
What?!
I said, next time you can...
Pardon?
I said sit down!
Now, class,
time to hand back last week's chemistry test.
Congratulations, Cindy.
You got the best grade in the whole class.
A+.
Pack it in, Neutron.
Your best years are be.
I got an A+ to your lowly...
Read it and weep, Vortex.
"A++"?
Miss Fowl, you said I got the best grade in class.
I meant except for Jimmy.
Do I really need to say that every time?
( sighs )
A burp-powered jetpack?
Oh, I don't know, Jimmy.
Trust me, Carl.
I personally designed r
to run on the carbon-dioxide content of the average burp.
Well, how come Sheen never has to test
the dangerous inventions?
Because, burp boy, I had the very demanding job
of keeping up Jimmy's morale.
Looking good, Jimmy.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Okay, Carl, drink your Purple Flurp
and commence burping.
'Kay.
( gulping )
( burps )
Uh, nothing's happening, Jim.
( burps loudly )
( propeller whirs )
( burps )
He's rising.
( burps )
Jimmy, I'm scared.
Just keep burping, Carl!
( burping loudly )
I'm flying!
( barking )
( burping freely )
He's like some beautiful, majestic bird
with horrible gas.
( continues burping )
Okay, I finished my soda, Jimmy.
Um, how do I get down?
Uh... down?
Jimmy!
I'm not sure, Carl!
I never thought about the landing!
Burp, Carl!
Burp for your life!
( panting )
( straining )
( farts )
Nothing's coming out!
I think I'm going to fall!
You know this wouldn't happen
if you people would just wear your Ultra Lord utility belts.
( Carl yelling )
( metal cracking )
Carl!
Are you okay?
Speak to me.
Flying metal chicken.
Oh, no, he's delusional.
Actually, Jimmy,
I've got to go with Carl on this one.
Yokians.
( cooing ): Who's a duck?
Who's a big, brave duck?
You are. Yes, you are.
Don't look at me like that.
Hugh, need anything from the store?
You're going to the store?
I'll tell you what, Sugarbooger, you go and get me the fixings,
and tonight I'll make you and Jimbo
some of my famous spaghetti
à la Hugh-o.
( screams )
There's no need to be rude.
Hugh, come quickly.
Heck's necklace!
It's a humongous flying metal chicken!
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Yes, but even if we could catch it,
what would we cook it in?
( crowd gasps, then ex)
Get the children!
( gasps )
( toots whistle )
( horn honks, car crashes )
( people screaming )
JIMMY: Attention, Retroville!
This is the Neutron Early-Alert System.
This is an emergency.
We're being invaded by.
All able-bodied citizens report to the park immediately
to defend the town.
Hugh, where are you going?
Jimbo said "able-bodied,"
and you can practically rent ad space on that bunion of mine,
so I don't think...
( yelling angrily )
Jimmy, I'm scared.
Don't be scared, Carl.
They'll probably just force us to be slaves
in their galactic spice mines.
I'm allergic to paprika!
Sheen, what's the closest thing in your Ultra Lord utility belt
to a ballistic heat-seeking missile?
Let's see, that would be this tomato.
It will have to do.
Hand it over.
What are you doing, Jimmy?
Converting the jetpack
into a missile launcher.
Happy landing!
( alarms beeping )
Direct hit!
Run!
( people screaming )
MAN: Jimmy saved us!
( crowd cheering )
Hold your ground, people.
They can still attack at any moment.
( crowd gasps )
CROWD: Yokians.
Good people of Earth,
there's no cause for alarm.
We come in peace.
Good, now go in peace!
ALL: Yeah!
MAN: Scram, you Martians!
Please, my friends, we mean you no harm.
Gumballs!
You're that King Goobot fellow
who tried to feed us to a giant chicken.
Well, yes, that happened, but I...
It wasn't our fault.
Poultra made us do bad things.
She was evil.
Was?
Yes, she's, um, no longer with us.
( whispers ): Yes, that's it.
MAN: Likely story.
Why should we believe you?
People, settle.
We know that it may take months or even years
to earn your friendship, but in the meantime,
please accept these gifts we've brought
as a gesture of our goodwill.
Nice try, outer spaceniks.
It's going to take a lot more than a few shiny trinkets
to make us forget about...
Ooh, nice ducky.
Honey, look, it's signed by the artist, and numbered.
An antigravity skateboard.
Thanks, creepy alien dudes.
Give me a break.
You can't possibly think you can win us over
by handing out a bunch of stupid gifts.
Oh, sorry, we weren't listening.
We were petting this adorable puppy.
CROWD: Ohhh...
Puppy.
Everyone, can't you see what they're doing?
Remember who we're dealing with.
Gather around, Earthlings.
Our helpers have presents for each and every one of you.
( crowd conversing )
Intergalactic Beat Jam!
Cool!
Ultra Lord with electron-spitting action.
Hair!
MAN: Pleasant-smelling sachet!
WOMAN: A fluffy sweater!
Oh, isn't it wonderful, sir?
It's just like Christmas on Yolkus,
only without all the violence.
( whispering )
Oh, curses!
What is it, Your Yolkiness?
It appears our you-know-what machine
was damaged in the landing.
No matter.
I'll just borrow one from one of the Earthlings.
Well, that shouldn't be too hard, sir.
They appear to be warming up to us already.
Yes, I predict we'll soon feel
right at home here.
( both laughing )
What are you laughing about?
What?
Uh, that wasn't laughing.
Oh, no, that's how we, um, exchange nitrogen particles.
Yes.
( both laughing )
Oh, that's good nitrogen.
That really hits the spot.
Yummy.
I can't believe everyone's buying the Yokians' lies.
Their lies may be dirty,
but their gifts are oh, so sweet.
( screams )
Don't feel bad, Jim.
I mean, no one blames you
for being suspicious.
Hey, Neutron,
look at what the evil Yokians did to me.
They gave me a scooter.
Help me, Jimmy.
My hair is too soft and manageable.
Stop them before they're nice again.
( townspeople laughing )
( quacking )
Mom, Dad, you can't honestly believe
the Yokians aren't evil anymore
just 'cause they brought us presents.
But such lovely presents, dear.
Hugh, look at my new diamond earrings again.
Still beautiful.
HUGH: You see, Jim-Jim, evil spaceniks
are people just like you and me,
and like people, they deserve a second chance,
especially the ones with huge bags of gifts.
Well, the sooner they go back to Yolkus,
the better, if you ask me.
( toilet flushes )
GOOBOT: Hello, Neutrons.
How are my three favorite
humanoid life forms doing?
Mom, what's he doing here?!
Didn't you tell him, Hugh?
No, must have slipped my mind.
Jimbo, say hello to our new houseguest--
King Goobot.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait!
Time out, here!
We're letting an evil alien live in our house?
Now, Jimbo, don't be rude.
The Yokians are friendly now.
They've even offered to fill in for all of us
at our humdrum jobs for as long as we want.
Mom, say something!
How do you like your steak cooked?
Cooked?!
Oh, uh, I mean, however you like it, my good woman.
( laughing )
Now, where was I?
I haven't even given Goobie a tour.
Okay, let's start with the telephone.
This little baby lets us talk
to other Earthlings clear across town!
No!
Oh, yes.
This is the TV remote.
It lets us change channels
without even getting up.
Shut your mouth!
If I'm lying, I'm dying!
Well, my goodness!
If you have all these technological marvels,
then I suppose you must also have a...
tungsten-lined scan-ready DNA regenerator?
Yeah... of course we do.
Goobie, old bean, Jimmy has all the latest,
uh... thingamajiggies in his lab.
Remember, I told you...
Dad!
Oh, yes.
Jimmy's lab.
You simply must show me around
this lab of yours, dear boy.
( Hugh blathering )
You can talk to Jimbo later, Goobie.
In the meantime, come on back
and I'll show you my pie-eating trophies.
There's a disgusting story for each and every one of them.
But...
Yes, sirree, I think this
is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
MAN ( over speaker ): Three, two, one.
Morning, Goddard.
( pants and barks )
( Jimmy screams )
What are you doing here?
I live here, remember?
Well, move it.
I got to get ready for school.
Who's going to make me?
Mom!
All right, all right.
Big grumpus.
( grumbling )
Go!
I'm going!
The Yokians gave me a sippy chicken.
They gave me a home tattooing kit.
Hey, Neutron, what'd the Yokians give you?
Well, that's hard to say, Nick,
since I don't accept gifts
from evil space aliens!
Want to play with my sippy chicken?
FOWL: Good morning, children.
Starting today, I'm taking an indefinite holiday,
so hello to your substitute teacher--
Ooblar!
What?!
Thank you, old one.
Thank you for the motorcycle.
Ciao!
Well, won't this be fun?
I just know we're going to have a wonderful time
getting to know each other.
Um, Mr. Ooblar, may I go to the bathroom?
Why?!
So you can plot a rebellion
by passing notes through the sewers
and rally the town to battle?
Uh... forget I said that.
( laughs nervously )
I meant, of course you may.
Actually, I kind of don't have to go anymore.
Right, well, let's get started then, shall we?
Keldar, textbooks!
Favorite Yokian Desserts?
Yes, we're all going to spend the day
making yummy taste treats while I watch over you like a hawk!
Excuse me, but I'd hardly call dessert making
an educational activity.
Oh, here we go: Professor Pointy-head
needs everyone to know what a genius he is.
I'm sure you'd love to make desserts
to keep the cotton candy in your head company!
You're one to talk, Mr. Chocolate Whippy-Dip Head.
Hey, don't call me Mr. Whippy-Dip Head.
Do they fight like this all the time?
Yeah, but deep down they really hate each other.
Children, pipe down!
I suppose I could massage
a little history in today's lesson.
Uh, let's see.
What year did Pembloke the Scaly conquer the Jupitarians?
You're all right!
They never did!
Now, who wants dilithium fudge balls?
I would like a couple of those.
BUTCH: Make it fast, Neutron.
These are peak bullying hours.
Good covering, Butch, they might be listening.
Now, how are we going to stop the Yokians?
Uh, dude, what are you talking about?
You know, stopping the.
From perpetrating
their evil conspiracy!
Their conspiracy to be incredibly generous?
He means the conspiracy to not give us any homework.
Come on, guys-- first the Yokians
try to win our trust with gifts,
then they infiltrate our homes and schools.
Can't you see they're up to something?!
Yeah, they're "up" to being totally cool.
And now you want to go and mess things up.
Come on, you guys, let's go.
What is his problem?
Now I'll never meet my bullying quota.
Hey, Jimmy, what if we keep accepting the Yokians' gifts
and then in a few years,
when they run out of stuff,
we ask them nicely to leave?
( sighs disgustedly )
( gasps )
Here she comes.
Oh, Cindy Vortex.
What a coincidence!
This is the student
I was telling you about, sir.
Oh, you were right, Ooblar--
those curious eyes, the well-shaped cranium.
You win!
Uh, what the heck is going on here?
I suppose we should explain.
Ooblar and I had a bet.
I said Jimmy Neutron
was the smartest child in town,
and he said you were.
Me?!
Don't be modest, dear.
It was obvious from the minute I saw you.
( laughing ): Well, thanks, but...
I mean, Neutron does get better grades than I do.
Grades?! Grades?!
( Yokians laughing )
Of course his grades are better than yours, dear.
His laboratory gives him a tremendous advantage.
Well, that is how he aces all those chemistry tests.
Of course!
And I think it's terribly unfair.
Ooh, ooh, ohh, ooh!
What is it, Ooblar?
I have the most wonderful idea, sir.
Why don't we build Cindy a lab of her very own?
What?!
Oh, you don't have to do that.
Oh, it's a splendid idea.
You simply must let us.
After all, you might end up curing disease,
solving the energy crisis...
Deflating that big head of Jimmy's.
I'm in.
Excellent! All we need from you
is some way to gain access to Jimmy's lab
so we can build you an even better one.
Oh.
Uh, that won't be a problem, will it?
Neutron's pretty secretive
when it comes to his lab.
I don't really know how to get in it.
But I know two people who do.
CARL: Sheen, you can't mind-meld
with a lizard.
Can too.
I learned it from the Ultra Lord Handbook.
Observe.
Concentrate... concentrate!
CINDY: Hey, guys, what's up?
Ah! Talking lizard!
Hey, ow, you're...
Ah, what is that...
( giggling )
Oh.
Hey, Cindy, I met a lizard who sounds just like you.
( laughing )
You guys... are so funny... and interesting.
It's too bad we don't get to hang out more often.
Don't hit me!
I'm not going to hit you, silly.
I think what Carl's trying to say is...
don't you hate us?
Whatever gave you that idea?
Because of the way you're always yelling at us,
giving us nasty looks and saying you hate us.
Well, that's just because...
Hey, why don't I treat you guys
to a snack at the Candy Bar
this afternoon, say around 4:00?
Uh, would you excuse us for a sec?
( whispering ): Why is she being so nice to us?
Isn't it obvious?
Cindy's gone completel.
Oh... You think we should tell her parents?
No!
No, I think we should ride the Loony Express
all the way to the Candy Bar.
4:00 it is.
See you at 4:00.
The woman of the house is nice enough,
but somebody needs to beam the dad a clue.
JIMMY: Goddard, I'm home!
Hold on, I hear something.
Hey, boy, come on.
Time to go to the lab.
It looks like we won't need this Cindy of yours after all.
The mystery of the lab is about to be solved.
( screams )
Well, there you are,
Goobs, old man.
Come on down to the kitchen.
There's a whittlin' stick with your name on it.
No thanks.
Whittling's not really my game, I...
Flibber-jibber, anybody can whittle.
Just watch me and do what I do...
except for the cutting yourself and bleeding part.
But... but... I...
Hey, we'll take the express route.
( whines, barks )
Don't worry, I fixed all the bugs.
( wind howling )
( screams )
( Goddard yelping )
Still a few bugs.
Now, let's see...
There ought to be something here.
Hypno-beam.
Nah.
X-ray specs?
Uh-uh.
Cheese Ray.
Never got that one to work.
( crackling )
( sleepily ): Time machine microwave... invisible pills.
Oh, what's the point of having a state-of-the-art laboratory
if it won't help you prove Yokians are evil?!
( whimpering )
GOOBLOT ( on recording ): Good people of Earth,
there's no cause of alarm.
We come in peace.
Hey, good idea, Goddard.
If we scan Gooblot's words through your lie-detector drive,
we can see if he's telling the truth.
Hit it, boy!
GOOBLOT ( on recording ): There's no cause for alarm.
We come in peace.
We come in peace...
( detector beeping )
Oh, no!
They're just as evil as ever!
Only this time they've come down to get us.
Come on, we've got to warn the others.
What's this?
"Dear Jimmy, we went to the park to see the giant egg.
Love, Mom and Dad."
"Giant egg"?
( gasps )
Poultra!
Come closer, humanoids.
That's right, don't be shy.
We've got a wonderful surprise for you.
Oh, yes, quite a surprise, indeed.
Get back! It's a trick!
The Yokians are still evil.
I can prove it!
Get back, everyone!
( tremendous banging )
( crowd exclaims )
( cracking )
( crowd exclaiming )
It's Poultra! get back!
The Yokians are more evil than ever!
Run for your lives!
( shell cracking, rumbling )
( crowd exclaims )
Oh, it's terrible!
There's hundreds of them,
all small and white squares!
( crowd exclaims )
They're invitations, Hugh.
( crowd exclaims )
Don't touch them, Sugarbooger!
( crowd gasps )
They might try and suck out your brain
with their horrible tentacles...
What?!
I... I don't understand.
"You are hereby invited to a Yokian picnic
on this spot tomorrow at 3:00 p.m."
Yes, it's our way of saying thanks ever so much
to the people of Retroville for giving us a second chance.
Will there be ham?
Yes, Carl, and cake and candy, too.
Can I help with the entertainment?
Of course, Libby.
Get jiggy with it.
Will Ultra Lord be there
and offer to make me his crime-fighting buddy?
Uh, yes.
Of course, if Jimmy doesn't want us to throw you a picnic...
( crowd yelling )
No, we don't want to stay
if we're not wanted.
Nice going, kid.
Your cruel words hurt the Yokians' feelings.
Yeah, you're an emotional bully.
That's the worst kind.
But the polygraph test.
Aw, who cares?
WOMAN: Give it a rest.
( crowd yelling )
Hold on, Goobie, I'm sure Jimbo didn't mean it.
Now, Jimmy, I want you to apologize to our alien friends.
How about it, Jimmy?
Let's shake hands and be wonderful friends, eh?
Never!
( crowd booing )
Keep walking, kid!
( crowd yelling derisively )
Now, now, don't be mad at Jimmy.
( sinisterly ): He'll come to respect me soon enough.
There you go, boys-- two more fudge ripple gut-busters.
All right!
Thanks, Cindy.
This is awesome!
Yeah!
Hey, have you guys noticed
that Yokians have pretty much taken over the town?
Nuh-uh.
See for yourself.
ALL: ♪ We used to be quite evil ♪
♪ But now we're really nice, we swear ♪
♪ Without our pesky, evil chicken god ♪
♪ We hug, we love, we share. ♪
( solo ): ♪ We used to worship Poultra. ♪
♪ That was one sadistic bird. ♪
ALL: ♪ Now that she's gone, we're oh, so nice again ♪
♪ We give you our word. ♪
That's incredible!
I can hardly believe it!
Double-sided tape is half-price at the stationery store.
What were you saying, Carl?
I'm sorry.
Never mind.
( clears throat )
So, now that we're all close friends,
what do you want to talk about?
Oh, I know-- how about Jimmy's lab?
Mmm, I'm sorry, Cindy,
but Jimmy doesn't really like us to talk about his lab.
Yeah, it's totally high security.
It even goes off if it smells a girl.
Sheen!
Chill out, Carl, I didn't say anything
about how Jimmy gets in.
By the way, are you going to eat your DNA scanner?
( shouts ): Oh, I mean "cherry"!
Not DNA scanner! Cherry!
So, he uses a DNA scanner to get in?
No!
I mean, yes. I mean...
Curse you, refined sugar!
Once again you have unhinged my tongue.
Don't worry, guys.
I'm not going to tell anybody.
So, um, how does Jimmy activate this scanner thing?
Boy, where does the time go?
Come on, Sheen, it's time to go to the... ( stammering )
important thing.
Waiter, one Atomic Choco Blast!
Atomic Choco Blast.
That's the most expensive thing on the menu.
Sheen!
I can't help it.
She's not playing fair!
Come on, let's go, Sheen.
CINDY: Well, doesn't that look delicious?
And it's all yours as soon as someone tells me
how Jimmy gets into his lab.
Jimmy plucks a hair and holds it up to the DNA scanner
next to the clubhouse door.
His computer's name is Vox.
( slurping )
I am deeply ashamed of you, Carl.
And quit eating all the nuts.
Thanks, boys, let's do this again sometime.
Okay.
How's next week for you?
I'm good Tuesday.
HUGH: You're going to like golf, Goobster--
the wind in your face;
the harsh, unforgiving sand traps;
the thrilling 200-foot drops.
And that's just driving the cart around.
Well, as I say, I really can't stay very long.
I have a previous...
Now, to golf with the big boys, you've got to attack the ball.
I like to pretend it's a tiny, dimpled pie thief.
Here, watch.
Psst, Goobot.
So we meet again, eh, thief of pies?
Still up to your larcenous ways?
Well, have a nice, hot slice of heat.
( groans )
Goobie, no! Are you hurt?
I'll get you some iodine and a bandage.
And maybe some pie for me.
Ooh, pie and ice cream.
I hope we have those s.
You wait here-- I'll be right back.
Honey, what kind of ice cream do we have?
Bo Peep to Papa Bear, Bo Peep to Papa Bear.
Oh, just spit it out.
Okay, here's the skinny.
Jimmy's lab is under his clubhouse.
You need a hair of his to get in.
Just hold it up to the DNA scanner on the door
and you're in.
Excellent!
Now about my lab.
What do you think about blue
for the main work area?
Not a gaudy blue-- more of a teal or maybe an azure,
or... or you can surprise me!
Maybe I'm wrong, Goddard.
I mean, I know the odds are slim...
Okay, really slim, but still possible.
I mean, maybe lie detectors don't work on aliens.
Maybe the Yokians really have evolved
into good, kind-hearted souls.
( gasps )
Or maybe they're still evil alien jerks!
Activate hologram projector.
No!
Stop it!
Get off me, I say!
He's a sound sleeper.
It's a Yokian freighter, all right.
Let's get a closer look.
Poultra's water dish?
( humming )
What's wrong, Sugarbooger?
Eh, eh, eh, eh, don't deny it.
Mr. Breakfast Face never lies.
I'm worried about Jimmy, Hugh.
He's alienated everyonn
with all this talk of evil Yokians.
Oh, you know boys.
It's probably just a phase,
like... collecting bugs or eating soup with your hands.
I'm sure Jimbo's over this whole "evil Yokian" thing by now.
Mom! Dad!
The Yokians are planning on feeding
the entire town to Poultra at today's picnic!
( spitting )
I stand corrected.
What are you talking about, Jimmy?
They're transporting Poultra's water dish down from deep space.
That means Poultra's not far behind.
Whatever you do, don't go to the picnic today.
We're still going, right?
Wouldn't miss it.
WOMAN: Oh, honey, look.
It's the boy who cried "Poultra."
Kid, let me guess--
blah, blah, blah, evil Yokians,
blah, blah, blah.
( both laughing )
Going somewhere, Jimmy?
I saw the freighter,
I'm going to tell everyone
about your plan to feed us to Poultra
and take over the town.
My, my, someone's a morning person.
Unfortunately, nobody trusts you anymore.
It's all part of the master plan.
To take over Earth?
Oh, please, I don't care
about your scrubby little planet!
I'm out to destroy you!
Me?
"Me?"
Yes, you--
the boy who made me the laughingstock
of the entire galaxy.
Well, who's being laughed at now, hmm?
Fine, you got your revenge.
Now leave us alone.
Oh, but your humiliation has just begun.
You'll spend the rest of the morning
warning people to stay away from the picnic,
but no one will listen.
All your pleas will get you
is a front row seat to watch Poultra
( yelling ): devour everyone you care about!
And do you know what I'll do then?
I'll just laugh and laugh and laugh!
( laughs insanely )
How you boys getting along?
Fine.
Okeydoke.
Your plan will never work, Goobot.
My friends will believe me if I tell them to, you'll see.
( rocket blasts )
Carl, Sheen!
Don't go to the picnic!
Oh, right, Jimmy.
Like I'm really going to pass up
a chance to meet Ultra Lord.
And like I'm going to miss free ham.
Guys, as a friend, trust me.
If you go, there will be dire consequences.
Let's see-- Ultra Lord, dire consequences,
Ultra Lord, dire consequences.
See you at the picnic, Jimmy.
I'll save you some ham.
Nick, don't go to the picnic today.
Okay, I will.
( girls laughing )
Cindy, Libby!
Oh, look, Libby-- Peutron's soliciting money
for the "I'm a big, fat loser" fund.
Would you like a donation, little boy?
Actually, I just wanted to make sure
you ladies were going to the picnic today.
The police.
Maybe they'll believe me.
( screams )
That does it.
Time to call in the army.
( rocket blasts )
( screams )
COMPUTER: DNA match, confirmed.
( barks )
( panting )
Goddard, it looks like it's up to us.
Let's see how many people Poultra can eat
if she's only two feet tall.
( disco music playing )
What the heck's going on?
Better scan for viruses.
"Praise Yolkus"?
Vox, identify last person in lab before me.
COMPUTER: Jimmy Neutron, 7:40 AM.
Impossible!
Screen footage of last entry.
Leapin' leptons!
Wait a minute!
You must also have a...
tungsten-lined scan-ready DNA regenerator.
My regenerator!
It's gone!
Let the games begin.
Behold!
The sacred toenail, Ooblar.
All that remains of the late, great Poultra.
Yes, it seems like just yesterday
she abandoned us out of shame
to be the chicken god of some other planet.
( clears throat )
No time for reminiscing.
We've got work to do.
Commence reanimation!
( electricity crackling )
( regenerator whirring )
( squawks )
Welcome to your new planet, O Great One.
Your meal awaits.
Wait for us!
JIMMY: They've used my regenerator to make a brand-new Poultra.
( Poultra screeches )
I've got to warn everybody.
Come on, boy.
WOMAN: ♪ Bust out the jams ♪
♪ Don't stop until the party's blazing ♪
♪ Bust out the jams ♪
♪ Gonna crank the audio ♪
♪ Bust out the jams ♪
♪ Can't stop, this party's so amazing ♪
♪ Bust out the jams ♪
♪ There's no other way to go ♪
♪ ♪ ♪
♪ I ain't lyin' ♪
♪ This ain't no jive ♪
♪ Just set your soul ♪
♪ On overdrive... ♪
♪ ♪ ♪
♪ Bust out the jams ♪
♪ Don't stop until this party's blazing... ♪
Hey, Carl.
Isn't this the most awesome picnic ever?
Oh, yeah.
I'm totally nauseous,
but I feel so alive!
♪ ...No other way to go ♪
♪ Bust out the jams! ♪
All right!
Everybody give it up for the Yokians!
You guys were awesome.
( crowd applauds and )
( panting ): Everyone, get out of the park!
Poultra is headed this way.
Not you again.
You're a "constantly warning about Poultra" bully,
and that's the worst kind.
Get off the stage, Jimmy.
Please, you've got to believe me.
My other warnings didn't come true
because the Yokians wanted you to think
I'm some sort of paran.
Well, it worked.
But this time the danger is real.
They stole my regenerator to make a new Poultra,
and she's coming this way!
That's impossible, Jimbo.
Everyone knows you keep
all your techno-thingama- booblies in your lab.
There's no way the Yokians could have ever gotten in there.
( gasps )
Well, I... I haven't really figured that out yet.
Nonetheless, I think that...
Okay, that concludes
the boring and annoying portion of the program.
Our next act...
Wait!
I think Jimmy's telling the truth.
BOTH: You do?
Yes.
While I have no idea how the Yokians
could possibly have gotten into Jimmy's lab...
well, the point is, we owe Jimmy.
Who saved us when hosts
were running amok in the streets?
Who repelled the giant flaming meteor headed straight for town?
Who risked his life to shrink Miss Fowl down to size
when she was 50 feet tall?
Okay, I know.
All those things were Neutron's fault in the first place,
but he still risked his life to save us.
The least we owe him is our trust.
You know, the annoying blond girl has a point.
And she usually hates Jimmy.
Well, Jimmy did save me from being a giant freak woman.
Give it up for Jimmy.
( crowd cheering )
LIBBY: We believe in you, Jimmy.
Just tell us what to do.
Now wait just a minute.
I'm not believing a word Jimmy says
until I have some decent credible evidence.
( Poultra roars )
Works for me.
( crowd screaming )
Sweet muffins, we're trapped.
Hey, look, Jimmy's wrong again.
The nice Yokians built us a swimming pool.
Hugh, that's Poultra's water dish.
Oh.
( screams ): Oh!
Guys, what are you all so worried about?
Ultra Lord's going to be here any minute.
Ultra Lord's not coming, you ding-dong.
The Yokians lied to you.
What?!
Then they have awakened the wrath of Sheen.
What are your orders, Jimmy?
Well... I... I don't know.
See, the Yokians sabotaged my lab and I...
Neutron, if there were ever a time
to put that big, freak brain to work, it's now.
We're depending on you.
Okay, okay.
Think, think, think.
( cuckoo clock sounding )
( burps )
Burning blast.
Chickens can't burp.
Carl, gather up all the Sizzle Rock candies you can find.
Sheen, fill Poultra's dish with Flurp.
You heard the man.
Don't just stand there, get moving!
I need you girls to bring me a set of clothes--
pants, shirt, shoes and socks.
We're on it.
Oh, and... and, Cindy--
uh, thanks.
Uh...
Oh.
LIBBY: Here are the clothes, Jimmy.
Great.
I need you to sew a dummy
and fill it with spicy Sizzle Rocks.
Goddard will help.
( Poultra roars )
Y-you might want to put a rush on that.
Oh, what a fabu day for a picnic, eh, Ooblar?
Absolutely, sir.
Oh, I'm glad we brought Poultra.
It'd be rude to show up empty-handed.
( caws )
( panting ): Hurry!
Ready.
( roaring )
No worry, Sugarbooger, I found your shoe.
It was over at the...
( screams )
Poultra!
Long time no see.
You know, this might be a good time to tell you,
I taste awful.
I know I look quite delicious, but I'm really kind of...
well, not gamy.
Have you ever had rancid pork?
( roars )
( screams )
All right, Dad.
( clucking )
She's spotted the dummy.
That's it.
Come on.
Hey, you guys, there's a whole ham left.
SHEEN: Carl!
( squawks )
( squawking )
( coughing )
She's drinking it!
( sighs )
( stomach roiling )
Come on.
She's like some disgusting, man-eating bird,
with horrible gas.
( whimpering, stomach bubbling )
I hate where this is going.
( screams )
( explosion )
GIRL: We're saved.
CARL: Jimmy did it!
( crowd cheering )
Good job, dude.
That's my boy.
Hey, the Yokians are getting away.
Good-bye and good riddance.
And, by the way, the gifts we gave you
are made from Octavian weasel vomit.
Hah!
Enjoy your stinky planet, you stupid, stinking...
( grunts )
Nice shot, Sheen.
Yeah.
Good thing I got the deluxe Ultra Lord utility belt
with two tomatoes.
GOOBOT: I'll get you someday, Jimmy Neutron!
Well, that was a close one.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a lab to de-sabotage.
CINDY ( over P.A. system ): ( clears throat )
Would Jimmy Neutron please come up on stage?
Get up here, Jimmy.
What's this all about?
I think the townspeople have something
to say to you, Neutron.
Everyone?
CROWD: You were right and we were wrong.
Aw, thanks, you guys, but there's no need to apologize.
After all, a healthy skepticism is the hallmark of...
Aw, who am I kidding?
Say it again!
CROWD: You were right and we were wrong.
Now say it in French.
Vous aviez raison et nous avions tort.
Now Chinese.
( crowd mumbling in co)
Ah, just kidding.
Let's party!
( electronic music plays )
WOMAN: ♪ About to bust a jam? ♪
♪ You gonna bust a jam? ♪
♪ All right, I'm almost ready, girl, I'm almost ready. ♪
♪ I don't know ♪
♪ Whatever looks right... ♪
♪ ♪ ♪
♪ Bust out the jams ♪
♪ Don't stop until the party's blazing ♪
♪ Bust out the jams... ♪
You do realize we'll be enemies again tomorrow?
Of course, and by the way,
the guys told me about the Candy Bar.
I'm afraid I'll have to erase your short-term memory.
Oh... oh, why?
I... I won't tell anyone, honest.
I'll be as quiet as a church mouse.
I... I... oh.
♪ Follow me, I'll take you where it's happening, yo ♪
♪ No need for money... ♪
All right.
That's great, Wendy.
Shake that moneymaker.
Whoo!
( laughs )
Ultra Lord's dancing.
Hey.
Ho.
H-hey.
H-ho.
♪ Gonna crank the audio ♪
♪ Bust out the jams ♪
♪ Can't stop, this party's so amazing ♪
♪ Bust out the jams ♪
♪ There's no other way to go... ♪
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