Get me that kid.
( spy movie theme music playing )
WOMAN: ♪ The spy guy ♪
♪ He's a spy with brains and brawn ♪
♪ Shall I go on? ♪
♪ He's the spy guy ♪
♪ His gadgets are better than Bond ♪
♪ Oh, and how about this song? ♪
♪ The spy guy ♪
♪ There's no spy with so much style ♪
♪ And no girl can resist his smile ♪
♪ She just knows that for sure ♪
♪ When she kisses this guy ♪
♪ Her heart belongs to the spy! ♪
♪ He's the spy guy ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ A sly spy guy ♪
♪ He's the spy. ♪
Captioning sponsored by THE U.S. DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION
and NICKELODEON
( people chatting )
Man, I wanted to be first in line.
I told you we should have got here sooner.
Those guys have been here since like 6:00 a.m.
JIMMY: Nothing like having a hologram
wait in line for you.
Want some Purple Flurp candy?
Lay some on me, bro.
CARL: Mmm...
So what's the big deal, Jimmy-- this isn't the UltraLord movie.
It's better, it's a Jet Fusion movie:
Die Again Tomorrow Forever.
He's the greatest, coolest spy since...
Llama Boy!
Llama Boy is not a spy.
He's a crossing guard
and he's lame to the power of ten.
Is not.
Is too!
He's gentle and kind
and has a beautiful voice
and he's real.
Carl!
There's no such thing
as a half-boy, half-llama crossing guard
who can fly and sing.
Oh, well, that's just because
you've never seen one.
Have you?
Yes!
No.
Boy, it'd be so cool to meet Jet Fusion--
I mean, if he was a real person.
I, of course, have met UltraLord in person.
I couldn't breath for three days.
That was just a guy dressed up
in an UltraLord costume.
( sighs )
Jimmy, please.
I know that, like Santa Claus,
UltraLord employees helpers
to portray himself for the masses.
Santa has helpers?
( spy movie theme music playing )
( titles whoosh on screen thunderously )
Well, gentlemen, I guess this is where I teach you your ABCs--
"agony," "brutality" and "crying."
( all making karate fighting yells )
Hoy!
Ay-yah!
( grunts )
( makes karate yell )
Ay-yah!
( karate fighting yells continue )
Hate to leave you hanging,
but I've... got to jet.
( whooshing )
( bleeping )
Well, Miss Jingle Bells,
shall we continue our lesson
on comparative hydrogen physics?
Oh, Jet.
Ah, that was the best Jet Fusion movie ever.
You know, Jimmy,
you kind of remind me of Jet Fusion,
except he's older and has big bulging muscles
and his hair's different and girls like him and...
I get the point.
Even though he's no UltraLord,
I reluctantly admit that Jet Fusion is cool.
But can he do this?
Why would anyone want to do that?
Someday the world will value
the ability to bend your leg behind your head.
BOY: That Jet Fusion movie was cutting edge
in an out-of-the-box, in-your-face kind of way.
Yeah.
Jet Fusion kind of reminds me of Llama Boy,
except he's not a llama and he's not a boy...
And he's not a crossing guard who flies.
( sighs )
I'd do homework with Jet Fusion.
WILLOUGHBY ( on intercom ): Attention students,
James Neutron, in my office... now!
Busted.
Neutron's in trouble; life is good.
Don't worry, Jimmy.
He's probably going to give you some award or medal
or one of those things I never get.
Uh-uh, no way, it's bad.
Willoughby always comes in here in person
if it's good.
SHEEN: I'll call your lawyer.
And don't talk, no matter how much they torture you.
He's going to sing like a canary.
Why does Principal Willoughby want to see me?
( gasps )
Maybe he found out about my Cafeteria Food Enhancer.
Or the Recess Extender.
Or that time I freeze-dried Coach Grubber.
MAN: Hey, Neutron?
Over here.
Open me.
Uh-uh-- my parents taught me
never to talk to strange lockers.
But I'm an experimental computerized interactive locker.
Don't you want to know how I work?
Well, I...
( screams )
( groans )
MAN: Good afternoon, Mr. Neutron.
Uh... my dog ate it.
I was just holding them for somebody.
Sheen made me do it!
You're not in trouble.
Oh... forget everything I just said.
My name is Commander Baker.
Welcome to B.T.S.O. Headquarters, Washington, D.C.
"B.T.S.O.?"
"Big Top Secret Organization?"
I've heard about you.
Well, so much for being a secret organization.
Nice going, gang.
( murmuring )
( clears throat )
Jimmy, your government needs you.
Our top agent,
Agent X, has disappeared.
He was on a level-one priority mission.
We have tried every means possible
and cannot find him.
Agent X had a tracking device,
but it was deactivated
somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.
I told you guys to put in new batteries,
but you all said, "No."
( murmuring )
We need you to reactivate the tracking device,
find Agent X, and bring him back.
This is a dangerous mission-- you may not come back alive.
Can I get out of school?
Of course.
Then I'm your spy.
Excellent.
Let's go visit Professor Krank in the equipment lab.
I think you'll be impressed.
Sit back, Junior, prepare to be astounded.
An innocent looking pen?
I think not.
Its laser beam renders an assailant powerless
for ten seconds.
No thanks, I have a hypnobeam--
I can hypnotize people to do just about anything.
And I'm sure it's adorable.
This is our state-of-the-art mobile utility vehicle.
Travels 200 miles per hour on one tank of gas.
Won't need it.
My hover craft goes 476 miles per hour
on land, sea and air-- and runs on one cup of "fun fuel."
( sarcastically ): Well, aren't we a little Thomas Edison.
Actually, I met Thomas Edison
when I brought him back in my Time Pincher Machine.
Well, you must introduce me to him
the next time you two visit Planet Reality!
This is a one-man tank capable of defending...
That's kind of like my JimmyBot
but more inefficient.
What on earth is a "JimmyBot"?
You'd better stand back.
( sighs )
I suppose you made this at school out of papier-mâché.
( whirring )
( explosion )
( gasps )
That's a very nice little thing
you've... invented.
( sobbing quietly )
( sobbing loudly )
( sobbing wildly )
( clears throat )
Moving on.
Your country is counting on you, Jimmy--
Mom, apple pie, little Suzy, picket fences,
blah, blah, blah, blah,
etc., etc., etc.
You know the drill, good luck.
Um... how do I get back to Retroville?
The same way you came.
( suctioning )
( Jimmy shouts )
Mom, Dad, I have to tell you something,
but you can't tell anyone.
Is this about your friend Carl?
No, it's about me: I'm a spy.
Of course you are, Jimmy, just like Jet Fusion.
Mom... don't!
My cute little spy guy.
Spies aren't cute.
Honeypie East was.
Ooh, I used to watch her TV show all the time.
I had her picture up in my room.
( purrs )
But I am a spy.
You know, Jimbo, I never told you this,
but I was a spy, too-- oh, yeah.
I had a cool suit, a pair of sunglasses, a secret camera...
Hugh?
You were a spy for Halloween.
Sure was, and did I look "boss" or what.
I got so much candy that year
I threw up until Christmas.
You know, you were a lumberjack that year.
You know, I could be a lumberjack this year.
Timber!
I could learn how to play the saw.
Let's not.
Probably better they don't know.
SHEEN: "Jimmy Neutron, Boy Spy."
That is so awesome.
Now you can blow things up and meet beautiful women
and say witty asides, just like Jet Fusion.
Except this is real.
Hey, Jimmy, since you're a spy now,
will you have a theme song?
Carl, in real life spies don't have...
CARL: ♪ Jimmy Neutron, he's a spy ♪
♪ He's a kid, and his hair is really high ♪
♪ He's got a friend named Carl who is really cool ♪
♪ And a friend named Sheen who was held back in school. ♪
Hey! That only happened twice.
Using the Neutronic Localator,
I can reactivate Agent X's tracking device
and pinpoint his exact location.
Can you find my blankie, too?
I miss it.
Here!
The tracking device and hopefully Agent X
are in the Pacific Ocean,
90 degrees north by 180 degrees west.
Got to jet.
JIMMY: What... what's wrong?
Aren't you going to wish me luck?
So I guess you're going to go now and leave us
and go off and be a cool spy now.
Yeah, have fun.
We'll just be here...
not being spies.
Gentlemen--
would you care to join me
in a wild adventure packed with action and danger?
I guess so.
Yes, yes.
Let me see... Yes!
♪ A spy ♪
♪ A real cool guy! ♪
Now have fun, you spies.
Go save the world, why don't you.
Ooh, be careful.
Watch out for evil villains and traps
and, ooh, double agents!
Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Neutron.
Tell our parents the usual thing you do
when we go off with Jimmy on adventures.
Sure thing.
CARL: ♪ We are the spies ♪
♪ We are three cool guys ♪
♪ We all have a nose and we have two eyes... ♪
Carl! Enough with the songs.
This isn't musical comedy day.
Sorry.
Musical Comedy Day is on Saturday.
I forgot.
JIMMY: Agent X's tracking device is directly below us.
Awesome!
This is just like being
in a Jet Fusion adventure.
Yeah!
Except it's not a movie, it's real
and there might be real evil sea creatures
down there, and is anybody else scared?
What's there to be scared of?
Incoming!!
Prepare for impact.
( explosion )
( all screaming )
Hold on, guys!
BOTH: Holding!
Jimmy, what was that thing that hit us?
I'm not sure.
It may have been a high-tech weather balloon
or we may not be alone.
Let's be on our toes.
Like this?
Uh, no.
Agent Sheen, Agent Carl--
let's find ourselves a missing spy.
Ready to dive into the depths of the mysterious sea?
Uh, I couldn't help noticing
you didn't bring your submarine
or any scuba equipment
and that none of us have gills.
Not to worry.
Neutronic Air Gum.
Just chew it and you can breathe underwater.
Wow, what can't Jimmy invent?
Okay, last one in's a stinky, rotten, smelly, uh...
Oh.
There's the tracking device.
( beeping )
So where's the spy guy?
Where's Agent X-ray?
Guys, I think Agent X is long gone.
Oh... oh, no.
Maybe the fish fairies got him
or the little mermaid's evil sister
or the giant clam of Moran.
Carl!
You and your silly imaginary sea creatures.
If only Agent X had left us a message or a clue.
You mean something like this?
"Help! They're taking me to Mr. Everest."
Who's Mr. Everest?
That's Mount Everest.
Gentlemen, we're going to Tibet.
No, we're not.
Carl, why must you be so negative?
What's wrong with Everest?
Is it too cold?
Too high?
Too Tibetan?
No, we can't go there
because the giant clam of Moran is going to eat us!
( growls )
( screaming )
Does someone want to apologize about an earlier comment
about "silly imaginary creatures"?
( boys screaming )
Was it something we said?
Maybe it was our breath.
I had frosted garlic pops for breakfast with soy milk.
No, that's what stopped the clam.
A mysterious figure appearing out of nowhere with a spear?
Thanks for saving our lives, mister.
( all gasp )
( sighing )
Are you boys all right?
Will you be my mommy?
You must be Agent X.
"Agent X"?
No, my name's Beautiful Gorgeous.
Are you an actress? Super model? Sea goddess?
Or d) all of the above?
Aren't you sweet?
You guys get out of here
so me and Beautiful Gorgeous
can live happily ever after.
Sheen, you're a kid.
She's old, she's probably 22.
You're so bourgeois.
So, Ms. Gorgeous...
Please, call me Beautiful.
Beautiful, what were you doing
out here in the Pacific Ocean?
What an inquisitive fellow.
I'll bet there's a big brain
under that big hair.
Yeah, it's pretty big.
And you look like a man who knows his...
gerbils?
Llamas-- same thing.
"UltraLord," eh?
Oh, you must be an aficionado.
Actually, I'm Mexican.
But UltraLord is my main man.
The part of my main woman is still available.
Can I get you boys something to drink?
Milkshakes--
shaken, not stirred.
So what were you three handsome boys doing
in the middle of the Pacific Ocean?
We're spies.
Jimmy's a spy and I'm a spy
and Sheen's a spy.
We even have a theme song.
♪ We're spies ♪
♪ And that's no disguise... ♪
JIMMY: Carl!
You're pretty young to be spies.
Actually, I'm 22.
My parents held me back... a lot.
Only twice.
Hey, Beautiful, can you do this?
( creaking and grunting )
You all are so fascinating.
Too bad I have to annihilate you.
( laughing )
Hey, wait a minute.
Annihilate us?
Is that good or bad?
Bad.
I knew it.
Boys, it's time to say sayonara.
But I don't speak Italian.
I'm too young to be annihilated.
I've never kissed a girl.
I've never even done a complete somersault.
What would Jet Fusion do?
Oh, excuse me, Ms. Gorgeous, don't we get a last request?
How about a quick game of spin-the-bottle?
Can I please take my watch off?
It's not waterproof.
Go ahead, you won't be needing it anymore.
Magnetize.
Darn, I wish I'd seen that coming.
Agent Neutron to Commander Baker.
We have apprehended Beautiful Gorgeous.
Yeah, and her name really suits her,
but hands off-- she's spoken for.
We'll leave Gorgeous at this location
so you can pick her up
while we proceed to rescue Agent X.
Good-bye, Beautiful.
This isn't over, Short Stuff.
You can bet we'll meet again.
No, I don't think I'll be visiting you in prison.
Oh, I will, I will!
Ciao.
Doesn't her hair look beautiful
blowing in the breeze?
Hey, Jim, there's a big metal fish
with a blinking red light swimming really fast.
Pukin' Pluto, it's a torpedo.
SHEEN: Adios, babe, malevo pelicano!
Did you just call her a "sticky pelican"?
Yeah, but don't steal it-- that's my line.
Okay, when she gets out of jail,
I get to marry her.
Libby will be jealous, but as the poet says,
"The heart wants what the heart wants."
Nuh-uh, she liked me best
because I'm built for comfort
and not for speed.
Come on, guys, we have a job to do.
We're spies, remember?
Oh, yeah.
♪ We're spies ♪
♪ Three guys ♪
♪ We don't tell lies ♪
♪ Except Jim sometimes ♪
♪ We're going to Mt. Everest ♪
♪ The three of us will never rest ♪
♪ And, uh, Jimmy is the, uh, most smart, um... ♪
SHEEN: Stop singing!
JIMMY: Thank you, Sheen.
( wind whistling )
( struggling and panting )
Gee, I didn't know climbing
straight up the face of a mountain at 10,000 feet
could be so exhausting.
Isn't there a tram we could ride?
Nope.
And the altitude's too high for the hover craft.
Keep climbing.
♪ We're spies ♪
♪ And it's really cold ♪
♪ I wish I had some hot chocolate... ♪
Carl, quiet.
You could cause an avalanche.
Avalanche?!
( rumbling )
Oh, great.
It's all right, I know what to do.
Hold your breath, count to ten
and drink a cup of warm water.
Sheen, that's hiccups.
Oh... sorry.
( rumbling and cracking )
( screaming )
Hold on, guys!
Don't let go!
( screams )
Tell UltraLord I love him.
Tell your mother I love her...
( screaming )
You know, we're falling for a really long time.
We'll be okay, Carl.
We'll just land in a big pile of soft snow.
Yeah, unless we land
on all those sharp, pointy, jagged rocks at the bottom.
( both grunt )
We're alive!
And emotionally whole.
Where's Jimmy?
He's up there.
Up there?
Oh, no-- Jimmy!
He was too young!
( sobbing )
Cool out, Carl.
I meant up there on the mountain.
You can see his hair.
So we can just kick back here, talk about girls,
and wait till Jimmy solves everything.
( screams, thud )
Um, can we talk about llamas, too?
( gasps )
( chanting in ominous, low tones )
( both whimpering )
( screaming )
Hello?
Anybody?
Who are you?
Jimmy Neutron.
Who are you?
Jet... Fusion?
You're Jet Fusion!
That's what it says on my secret agent union card.
So you're a secret agent and an actor.
It's a long story and I know you'll want to hear it.
It all started after I graduated
from MIT, Caltech and Harvard.
I got into extreme sports as part of a research project.
An agent spotted me and put me in the movies.
Impressed by my amazing stunt work-- who wouldn't be--
the B.T.S.O. tracked me down and asked me to join the team.
Being a movie action star turned out to be
the perfect cover for a secret agent.
But I've said too much.
If this was one of my movies, they'd say,
"Cut! Too much dialog."
So, kid, what are you doing here?
I was sent by B.T.S.O. to find you.
Ha.
They sent a kid to get me?
Wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
Is there a hidden camera somewhere?
Are the boys at B.T.S.O. pulling a fast one?
I'm on to you, Dino in accounting.
Uh, sorry, Mr. Fusion.
They really sent me.
They sent a punk kid
to save the greatest secret agent ever?
Actually I'm not just some kid.
My name's Jimmy Neutron, and I have an IQ of...
Save it for the chess club, kid.
Now I have to escape from here, save you,
and stop the destruction of the world.
But I have a plan.
Whoa, whoa, whoa-- time out.
Let's get this straight.
I am the secret agent.
You're the adorable kid.
Yeah, sorry.
I was tracking a notorious villain
who was about to unleash a diabolical plan.
His name is Professor...
Calamitous!
We meet again, Jimmy Neutron.
Can I get you anything?
A pillow?
Fuzzy slippers?
A cappuccino?
Wait a minute, you could never finish anything.
You're completing your sentences.
Yes.
I took a self-help class.
That and a little shock therapy.
It's whole new me.
Who still plans to destroy the world.
( chuckling ): Uh-huh.
Now, who's up for spaghetti and Tater Tots?
SHEEN: Strange, hooded, mysterious monks
beckoning us to join them and go who knows where.
I bet they're taking us to a horrible place to torture us.
Yeah.
Or maybe they're taking us
to a beautiful, happy, peaceful place
where llamas run wild and free.
Carl, you really need to get over this llama fixation.
Hey, I was born a llama boy, and I'll die a llama boy!
That may be sooner than you think.
So, uh, you two know each other?
I stopped him from destroying my town.
So what's your crazy plan this time, Professor Calamitous?
So glad you asked.
I had the boys in the back room whip up a little presentation.
NARRATOR: In a world where evil is spelled E-V-I-L...
one villain stands apart.
Professor Calamitous presents another sinister plan:
"Operation Meltdown."
I'm going to melt the snow off Mt. Everest,
thereby flooding the world.
And then...
Um...
Well, I haven't really worked out what happens after that.
I knew it-- you still can't finish anything.
Ha! Those self-help classes didn't change a thing.
They did, too.
I just missed the last class.
I can make it up on the Internet, but I've been so busy.
Okay, enough!
You'd better let us go right now
or face serious consequences.
( sarcastically ): Oh, I'm so scared.
I might wet my pants.
Big rough and tough Jet Fusion is terrifying me.
( growls )
In case you hadn't noticed,
you're chained to a chair
and you're my prisoner.
For the time being.
Yeah! Who's going to save you?
A little boy with an outrageously large head
and puny arms?
Hey, I beat you last time.
Beginner's luck.
( music begins )
♪ I'm so glad we had this time together... ♪
But I must leave and begin
Operation Meltdown!
( whispers ): Now's when we make our escape.
And don't think about escaping.
My assistant will be here to keep an eye on you.
I said...
( loudly ): my assistant will be here
to keep an eye on you!
That's your cue!
BEAUTIFUL: I'm coming-- keep your toupee on.
( chuckles )
Uh... she's kidding, of course.
She likes to tease.
( whirring )
JIMMY: Beautiful Gorgeous?
And I'm not your assistant.
I'm vice president in charge of Evil Development.
Now, now.
Let's not bicker in front of the guests, dear.
Hello, Jimmy.
It's time to die.
Again.
Forever.
Today.
I haven't had the pleasure.
The name's Jet Fusion.
Oh, yes... the movie star
and part-time secret agent.
I've heard about you.
Really?
So, what are you doing later, Beautiful?
Sorry, she'll be busy--
eliminating you.
Right.
While you get to do all the cool stuff!
What are you blathering about?
( sighs )
Nothing.
Go melt your snow.
( growling )
Ah, that blowhard thinks he can order me around.
( whispering ): Don't worry, kid.
I'll simply use the old Jet Fusion charm
and we'll be out of here in Jet time.
So, Beautiful, what's an attractive,
sophisticated woman like you
doing with an evil dirt bag like Professor Calamitous?
He's my father.
Doh!
So, let's you and me get out of here
and grab dinner and a movie.
Interesting offer,
but Daddy says I have to eliminate you.
And how do you propose to do that?
Didn't see that coming in.
BEAUTIFUL: I had to bring it up the mountain
all by myself.
No help from dear old Dad.
You have issues with your father.
He always wanted me to be a villainess,
but I wanted to be a...
Never mind.
I don't want to talk about it.
Move!
( machinery begins whirring )
Interesting.
A modern variation of the Catherine Wheel,
named after Saint Catherine of Alexandria.
You certainly know
your medieval torture devices, kid.
( bleeping )
Come on, Gorgeous.
Why don't you join us?
Fight on the good side-- you'll sleep better at night,
and we B.T.S.O. agents get free donuts on Mondays.
It's too late for me-- I was born bad.
( softly ): And donuts go right to my hips.
( softly ): Jet-- the spinning rotation of this device
is off by 17 centimeters.
At 13 rotations per minute,
the lasers will slice our ropes and we can escape.
( whispering ): Got a calculator in that hair?
No, just a big brain.
No whispering.
So what did you want to be instead of a villainess?
I'll tell you, since you're about to be eliminated.
I always wanted to be a...
Now!
Ay-yah!
Ooh.
( making karate yells )
Just so you know--
I've mastered 112 different martial arts.
So have I.
Then this will be interesting.
( both making karate yells )
( groans )
You're good, Gorgeous.
You're not so bad yourself, Fusion.
( yelling and grunting )
Wow! This is so cool.
it's like watching a Jet Fusion movie in person.
I know this must be...
( thwacking )
exciting for you, kid....
but she's pretty good.
I may need some... help.
( Jet groaning )
If I can just jerry-rig a hypnobeam
using titanium to refract a rotating coil.
Hey, Gorgeous?
Time for your beauty sleep.
( growls )
I always thought hypnotism was a load of junk.
It is-- but lesser minds are always susceptible
to cheap theatrics.
Nice work.
What's your name?
Neutron-- James Neutron.
You look more like a "Jimmy" to me.
Let's go.
Wait-- aren't you going to say it?
Say what?
Your catchphrase.
I don't say it when I'm a real spy.
Ah... please?
Oh, okay.
Got to jet.
They've taken us to the ledge of death.
Now they'll toss us over
and we'll fall on the pointy rocks
we missed earlier.
Or not.
So long, Carl.
I'm sorry I occasionally made fun of llamas.
Deep down I think they're quite adorable.
Sheen... look.
( Carl gasps )
I haven't died, but I've gone to heaven.
Welcome to Shangri-Llama.
CALAMITOUS: Doing bad things,
doing bad things.
Five minutes to meltdown.
Mt. Everest shall flood the earth.
Then the world will sit up and take notice
of Professor Calamitous!
And now to make sure my guests have met their untimely demise.
But first a trip to the little villain's room.
Shall we try a hypercode enabler
using the Van Dam theory
to stop the machine?
I was thinking more the Swedish variation
of the Turing device
with some random erratic numbers.
I concur.
I think I can destroy the device
without harming the Tibetan ecosystem.
Just blow it up-- don't try to save the whales.
Okay, here goes.
I press this button
and either it disables the machine
or we have to erase Mt. Everest off the map.
( machine bleeping )
COMPUTER: Operation Meltdown aborted.
Well, Jimmy, looks like you saved the world.
COMPUTER: Operation Destroy Lab initiated.
Or not.
We've only got two minutes
to get out of here.
Got to jet!
Sorry.
Hey, if this works,
you can use my catchphrase anytime you like.
CALAMITOUS: Who's the bestest super-villain in the whole wide world?
Professor Calamitous, that's who!
( chuckles )
Hello!
Daughter, dear!
Have we rid the world of Jet and Jimmy?
Oh, crumpets.
Why didn't I have sons?
Wake up, you worthless sidekick!
They're gone!
( yawns contentedly )
How on earth did they escape?
Well, let's see.
The kid's got an IQ of 210,
the other one's a top spy.
Oh, I wonder!
Don't you take that tone of voice
with me, young lady.
I'm over 18, I can do what I want.
You're not the boss of me.
You mind your father for once.
After them!
( blows raspberry )
JIMMY: We've only got two minutes
to jet down this mountain before it blows.
If I only had my nail clippers
that turn into a solar-powered snowboard.
If I only had my Neutron skate and snowboard combo.
Looks like we're up Everest without a snowboard.
Wait-- I can make a snowboard.
Yank that door!
Now give it some well-placed karate chops
here and here at a 45-degree angle.
Kung-pao!
Ho-hey!
Sweet.
After this blows over, we should go
into the snowboard design business--
open a shop maybe.
Huh, sure...
But let's get out of here first.
( alarm buzzing )
Can't you run any faster, old man?
Excuse me, Blunderwoman.
I don't have time to go to the gym
and spa and masseuse every day.
Some of us care about our personal appearance.
Try obsess.
You're just like your mother.
Got to jet! Got to jet!
( panting )
There they...
Hey, what happened to the door
that used to be here?
After them!
No, let's just sit here and watch them escape.
Are you being sarcastic again?
This board is wicked decent.
They're getting away.
Hurry!
We'll take the snow jet.
We can't.
You never fixed the steering wheel, Professor Lazy!
Take the helicopter.
There's no gas.
Miss Beautiful Forgetful forgot to fill it up.
Well, Professor I-Don't-Trust-Anyone
forgot to give me his credit card!
JET: At this speed and rate of snow friction,
we should get down to the bottom in approximately...
76 seconds.
Excellent.
No, not excellent.
That building's going to blow up
in five, four, three, two...!
( thunderous explosion )
( Calamitous and Beautiful screaming )
( both grunting as they bounce )
BOTH: Whoa... ah...!
( shouting )
BEAUTIFUL: Well, isn't this fun?
Way to go, Daddy dearest.
CALAMITOUS: I'm getting very dizzy.
BEAUTIFUL: Good!
Jet, there's a giant snowball chasing us.
Let's see if we can lose it Jet-Fusion style.
BEAUTIFUL: If you'd let me do
what I wanted with my life,
we wouldn't be rolling down
Mount Everest in a giant snowball.
CALAMITOUS: Are you talking about
your silly childhood dream?
Oh, give it up.
No, I won't give it up!
I want to be a...
JIMMY: It's catching up.
The circumference to snow- friction rate is amazing.
JET: If only we could increase our velocity.
We can.
Your jet shoes.
If we can increase our speed,
we can jet ahead of the snowball.
Kid, you are one smart... uh... kid.
Got to jet!
( switch clicking )
Batteries are dead.
You happen to have 27 double-A batteries?
No, but I might have a better idea.
If I can get to my backpack, we can use it
to blast out of here.
Got it-- enough said.
Say no more.
I'm on it.
Initiating jet pack.
CALAMITOUS: I'm getting nauseous.
I think I'm going to throw up.
BEAUTIFUL: Not inside here, you're not.
( Calamitous and Beautiful screaming )
Well, Professor Calamitous has met a calamitous ending,
and I'll bet Beautiful Gorgeous
isn't too beautiful or gorgeous anymore.
I'm not so sure about that.
( grunting )
( serenely ): Welcome to Shangri-Llama.
( harshly ): You're under arrest.
( softly ): My monk police force will take you into custody.
Police force?
I thought you were all about peace and love?
Those are the Peace and Love Monks across the valley.
We're the Law and Order Monks.
( jets approaching )
Good-bye, Professor Calamitous.
I'll get you, Jimmy Neutron.
Maybe not today or tomorrow
or next week.
Maybe not even next year.
Possibly not even the year after...
All right, we get it!
Can you get me out of this, Jet--
for old time's sake?
Sure I can...
if we'd had some old times.
Save it for your cell mates.
Take her away, boys.
( clears throat )
WOMAN: Excuse me?
Sorry, I just assumed you were all guys.
I never wanted this life of crime.
Do you know what I really wanted to be?
MONK: No, and I don't care.
You know, Jimmy, this reminds me
of what my old Phys. Ed teacher,
Carl Sheenster, used to say...
Carl, Sheen-- what happened to them?
Last time I saw them, they were caught in the avalanche.
Jimmy, you helped me escape.
I'll help you find your friends
if takes me the rest of my life.
CARL: Tally-ho!
JIMMY: Carl!
That was fast.
Man, I'm good.
Hey, Jimmy.
Some friendly monks found us
and brought us here.
And they made me master of the llamas.
( singing out of tune ): ♪ I'm master of the llamas ♪
♪ I wish I had my pajamas! ♪
♪ I've never been to the Bahamas... ♪
Please stop him.
Carl!
Sorry.
Where's Sheen?
Sheen?
Oh, you mean... the Chosen One.
The Chosen One?
MONKS ( chanting ): Hare Ultra, Hare Ultra,
UltraLord-lord
Hare Ultra.
Will someone explain to me what's going on?
That would be my job.
For centuries, our people have waited for the legendary
"One-Who-Puts-Foot-Behind-Head."
We grew tired of waiting... so we settled for your friend.
Do as I do.
Follow me.
Beautiful Gorgeous!
Hey, it's me, Sheen!
Remember? We were engaged,
you shot torpedoes at us?
( straining ): Where you going?
( grunting )
Ow.
This is one strange place.
Carl, you'd better round up Sheen.
We got to go home.
( whistles )
Giddy-up, Sparky!
( llama brays )
Can I hitch a ride back to headquarters,
Agent Neutron?
No problem-- my hover car
is waiting down at base camp.
Let's jet.
BAKER: Congratulations, Jimmy.
Job well done.
Thank you, sir.
And we may be calling on you again someday.
See? I told you I was a spy.
Sure you are, Son.
Just like your old man.
( giggles )
Kids and their imaginations.
( both laughing )
How do we know he's not
just pretending to have an imagination?
JET: Agent Neutron--
let's jet.
I'm right behind you.
You know, Jimmy, we make a pretty good team.
Hey, maybe I could quit school
and be your full-time partner.
We could do a buddy movie.
Let's not get carried away.
But maybe someday if you play your cards right,
you'll be in your very own movie.
Oh, that'll be the day.
( spy movie theme music playing )
WOMAN: ♪ Jimmy Neutron is a spy with brains and brawn ♪
♪ Shall I go on? ♪
( woman screaming )
♪ He's Jimmy Neutron ♪
♪ His gadgets are better than Bond ♪
♪ Oh, and how about this song? ♪
♪ Jimmy Neutron ♪
♪ There's no spy with so much style ♪
♪ And no girl can resist his smile ♪
♪ If you know what he got on his SAT score ♪
♪ You'd be jealous of him more and more. ♪
Well, Betty-- shall we blast?
Oh, James.
WOMAN: ♪ He's Jimmy Neutron. ♪
( music fades )
A kid can dream, can't he?
Captioning sponsored by THE U.S. DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION
and NICKELODEON
Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH access.wgbh.org
WOMAN: ♪ Shall I go on? ♪
♪ He's Jimmy Neutron ♪
♪ Oh... yeah ♪
♪ Jimmy Neutron ♪
♪ He's Jimmy Neutron. ♪
( sax wailing to close )
( song ends )