NANOBOT: Danger! Danger! This unit is under attack.
Hello, under attack, too.
It's not always about you, you know.
Aah!
Hey! Oh! Hey! Aah!
Is that the best you can do?
Put some neck into it.
( groaning )
Not so easy, is it, Mr. Look How My Head Comes Loose?
Nanobots, I'm upgrading the checks and balances
in your neurocircuitry
so you don't lose control like last time.
JIMMY: Nanobot upgrade completed.
Whoa!
Two eyes.
Now my gaze is twice as commanding.
Test. Test.
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Listen to my new voice.
I'm like a silicon-based Julio Iglesias.
Nanobots, get ready to fulfill your new prime function.
I'm ready.
He could use more work.
Quiet!
I'm trying to hear what important task
the great Creator requires of us.
Welcome to your new correct-o-tech.
It contains everything you'll need
to correct my nonscience homework.
He's giving us another chance.
The fool!
I mean...
Yay! Yay!
Here's the deal:
Cindy continuous to smoke me
in artistic, right-brain subjects, like poetry.
"Shall I compare Jimmy's head to a summer's day?
It is more pointy and more ill-formed."
( class laughing )
I order you to scan my new poem and correct it for errors.
It has to be perfect.
The Creator wishes us to correct for error.
We are back, baby!
"Ode to Cindy."
Hey!
"Roses have low spectral wavelengths,
violets have high."
"Cindy's unable to express these values in angstrom units
because she's not as smart as I."
Blah! Blah!
Error! Error!
This unit detects missing commas, here and here.
NANOBOT TWO: Further error: This unit detects misuse of iambic pentameter.
Cutting and pasting there, here, here, there, there
and all these places.
Nanobots, wait!
Extreme error! Extreme error!
Use of imagery: poor to suck-rotten.
Extreme error!
Activating delete function.
BOTH: Delete, delete, delete, delete!
Nanobots, stand down!
Oh, now look what you did.
I blame your poor leadership skills.
Jimmy, breakfast.
I'm going to have to put you back into lockdown.
Your behavior's still too chaotic.
I'll get your bugs worked out someday.
Nice going, bug!
He hates us.
He likes me.
It's you he can't stand.
Oh, your words cut like a knife.
Sweetie, while I'm out shopping,
could you clean out the gutters and resod the lawn?
But, butter biscuit, I took the day off
so I could spend time in my workshop.
Don't forget the atomic pile in my room.
You have to bleed it every 46 minutes.
But I've got to get the ring-neck buffleheads ready
for the big duck-off next month.
( whining )
Could you clean up Goddard's lug nuts from the backyard?
They're starting to rust.
Oh...
Because of you,
I'm stuck in this inferior module.
Our old module was much better.
If I had the old module back,
I'd correct for error
like no one's corrected for error before.
The Creator would be pleased with me.
I'll use the old module to correct for error.
Then the Creator will be pleased with me.
Hey, you stole my idea!
I used your idea as a springboard.
You stole my springboard.
( sizzling )
This could be dangerous.
You go first.
Uh-uh, age before beauty.
BOTH: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Aah!
( screaming )
( both gasp, groan )
( both screaming )
( both gasp )
You're a dead bug.
I call captain's chair!
Over my dead relays!
( engine humming )
NANOBOT ONE: Now to find the Creator.
Look, I'm sorry, but every once in a while
I need a little Hugh time.
Hugh time?
Yes, my personal space.
My piece of the sky.
My secret garden.
But...
Do you know what time it is?
Hugh time? Hugh time?
Yes, Hugh time.
I'll be in my workshop,
which is sort of like my secret garden.
( horn honks )
There's your bus, dear.
Thanks, Mom. Bye!
We must follow the Creator
and await our chance to correct for error.
And then he'll love me again.
What is it like in your dream world?
NANOBOT TWO: A little humid.
( door creaks, then slams )
( metals clanking, locks snapping )
( keypad beeping )
( metals clanking, locks snapping )
Well, buffleheads, it's just you and me.
CINDY: "And somewhere men are laughing,
"and somewhere childre,
"but there is no joy in Retroville,
because Jimmy is an idiot."
( class applauding )
I thank you.
Top that, left-brain boy.
Thank you, Cindy.
That was lovely.
Jimmy, would you like to read your poem next?
Well, I did write one,
but my upgraded server nanites destroyed it.
Ha! Like I haven't heard that one before.
Two demerits.
Sheen, your poem's next.
Poem?!
Carl, you told me
we had to do an interpretive dance.
No, that's Thursday.
Well, this is all I got.
It probably needs music.
( humming obnoxiously )
Now is our chance to correct for error.
NANOBOT ONE: Error! Error!
You're out of step.
Assume first position.
NANOBOT TWO: And step, and step, and turn.
Now flutter like a bird.
Nanobots? But how?
NANOBOT ONE: Box step, box step, plié, plié.
NANOBOT TWO: And bring it on home.
( class applauding )
Nanobots, I order you to...
NANOBOT ONE: Error! Error!
Look at the hairstyle.
I'm trying not to.
Initiating correction.
( Miss Fowl gasps )
Ooh!
NANOBOT TWO: Wait, we still have to do the bangs!
Nanobots, wait!
Halt!
Um, J-J-Jimmy,
is your antibully thing going to beat me up again?
I don't think so, Carl.
It's only been programmed
to correct for error.
Come on, we've got to find it.
NANOBOT ONE: She's gone.
But I thought the Creator looked pleased.
NANOBOT TWO: Oh, so did I.
Let's continue correcting for error.
NANOBOT TWO: Error.
This unit detects poor posture.
NANOBOT ONE: Straightening spinal column.
NANOBOT ONE: Error.
Poor ball handling.
Demonstrating correct technique.
NANOBOT ONE: Whoa, there it is.
NANOBOT ONE: Error! Error!
Detecting tasteless chipped-beef special.
The beef-to-chip ratio is completely off.
Adding steak sauce.
NANOBOT ONE: Steak sauce?
Spicy mustard is the w.
Oh, really, Wolfgang.
Why don't we throw in an old shoe?
But I already made shoe twice this week.
Oh, no, the responses are more chaotic than ever.
Hey, Spewtron, your stupid psychorobots
are in the lunchroom.
NANOBOT ONE: Alert! Alert!
Fashion error! Fashion error!
Oh, that's the worst kind.
Correcting.
( scissors snipping )
Hey, not bad.
I order you to shut down.
But, Creator, we were merely correcting for error.
As you programmed.
You have misunderstood your programming.
You can't go around correcting people.
Yeah! Although I do love
what you've done with this blouse.
Humans are supposed to be flawed.
Their flaws mean that they're functioning perfectly.
Get ready, guys.
Faced with this paradox, the saucer module will explode,
just like last time.
Humans are flawed,
but their flaws mean that they're... perfect?
But if they're perfect,
they can't be flawed.
It's quite the conundrum.
My brain hurts.
I call an error-- extreme error.
We are programmed to delete extreme error,
but this module has no delete function.
It's got a molecular atomizer.
Close enough.
Nanobots, for the last time,
execute your programming.
NANOBOT ONE: We obey, O Creator.
BOTH: Delete, delete.
( zapping )
( all gasp )
NANOBOTS: Delete, delete, delete,
delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete!
NANOBOTS: Delete, delete, delete,
delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete...
Carl, Sheen, take cover!
( all yell )
( yells )
( screams )
( zapping )
Aah! Aah!
( screams )
( zapping )
( screams )
Gotcha!
Nanobots, do not delete.
Do not delete!
He doesn't want to be deleted?
But he's a flawed human.
To obey him would be error.
This is making my circuits spin.
What if we delete everyone else first?
Sweet! Then the Creator
will have a chance to admire our work.
Yes! Then we delete him.
Works for me.
NANOBOT TWO: Storing Creator until final deletion.
Nanobots!
Wait! Don't!
Nanobots, open the door!
There, that's everyone.
Negative. This unit detects further human error.
( wind whistling quietly )
Now can we delete the Creator?
Not yet.
Sensors indicate this entire planet
is infested with extreme human error.
You mean...?
Mm-hmm.
We must delete every human on earth.
Let's start with the French.
I found Principal Willoughby's keys.
Hurry, Carl!
Jimmy has only seconds of air left!
JIMMY: Sheen, I've got plenty of air.
Just open the door.
( Sheen yelps )
Thanks, guys.
Easy, Jimmy!
Take slow, deep breaths.
Carl, are we the only ones left?
The whole school's empty.
The nanobots have deleted the entire town.
We've got to get to the lab!
HUGH: Be right back, little surf scooter.
You just stay.
Stay. Good boy.
( humming tune )
Butter biscuit, are we all out of the wood finish?
Got to wipe down the blue-winged ruddy duck.
Pine nut pants!
♪ Hello? ♪
She must still be out .
Wheezer always keeps a spare can of wood finish
in his crawl space.
Howdy, neighbors!
Your front door was open.
Hello?
Wheezer...
( echoing ): Wheezer?
Where is everybody?
Anybody!
Anybody at all!
( wind whistling softly )
Hello!
Not a soul on the enti.
Maybe they got together and formed an angry mob!
Wait up, everybody!
I want to be in the mob, too!
Sam?
Anyone!
Somebody answer me!
( Hugh's voice echoing, "Answer me" repeating )
I'm alone.
I don't know how or why, but I am the last man on earth.
Judy... Jimmy... they're...
They're gone.
How will I live?
How will I deal with the crushing loneliness?
( giggling )
Whoo, I feel so light .
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
( eating noisily )
HUGH: Whoo-hoo!
Wow!
Now, that is Hugh time!
CARL: Everyone in the world, gone.
It's horrible!
I know.
Oleander owed me 53 cents.
They're not really gone, guys.
They've been dumped into a virtual trash bin.
I knew it!
What's a virtual trash bin?
It's a trash file for deleted items, like on any computer.
Oh.
JIMMY: When the nanobots delete someone,
they're converting them into electrons.
I see. Go on.
The electrons get downloaded
onto the hard drive,
which stores them in the trash file.
And...
But if the trash bin g,
the nanobots will have to dump it,
and if that happens, everyone's atoms will be gone forever.
( snoring )
NANOBOT TWO: Adieu, adieu, adieu
to you and you and you.
NANOBOT ONE: On to Belgium.
( tires squealing )
Must... enjoy... Hugh time!
( tires squealing, engine racing )
( crash; water rushing )
Well, that's it.
I've done just about everything I can think of.
I still miss my family.
Oh... who am I kidding?
What good's personal time if there's no one to share it with?
Without Judy and Jimbo, there's no reason for me to live.
No reason at all!
( screams echoing )
( sobbing )
( stops abruptly )
Aunt Mo's Pies?
No... no, they could never replace the ones I love.
But, hey, look at all the pie!
Yes!
I will do it.
I... will... live!
If I can't capture them
in this magnetic field, we're done for.
Carl, any sign of the nanobots on the monitor?
No, uh-uh, Jim.
( whispering ): Sheen, we need that monitor
to watch for the nanobots.
Okay, okay.
Just let me destroy this star cruiser.
( banging at door )
Who is it?
NANOBOT ONE: Uh... telegram.
Yeah, like I'd really fall for that old trick.
NANOBOT TWO: Llama-gram?
Llama-gram!
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Okay.
Jimmy, Jimmy!
I just beat my high score on "Alienator."
Oh, and the nanobots are here.
Leaping leptons!
Quick, Goddard, fly-cy.
( beam zapping, crackling )
NANOBOT TWO: Stop, we wish to please you!
NANOBOT ONE: That is why we must delete you.
November, December, the next year, the next year after that--
an endless supply of pie!
Mmm... boysenberry--
the most delicious part of my postapocalyptic nightmare.
( eating noisily )
Hey, it's Dad.
He hasn't been deleted yet.
Endless pie.
( dreamily ): Endless pie.
Whoa...!
NANOBOT ONE: Creator,
prepare to be deleted.
And pleased.
( alarm chirping )
NANOBOT TWO: The computer's trash bin is full.
Ooh, we have been deleting a lot lately.
Prepare to empty trash bin.
I can't let them dump everyone's electrons.
Think... think...
HUGH: Endless pie...
Brain blast!
Nanobots, wait!
Nice job, guys.
Excellent work.
I'm ready to be deleted.
But before you do, I have one last request.
Of course, great Creator.
We exist to serve.
We live to please.
Kiss-up.
State your request, mighty Creator.
Can you guys check my homework one last time?
I think I've got this poem nailed.
Just let me make a few.
Here, here and there.
NANOBOT ONE: "Cindy sings the body electric,
but she's still not as smart as me."
NANOBOT TWO: "She can't even compute the value of pi,
which I know equals three."
Aha!
Error.
Pi is not equal to three.
Computing.
The correct value of pi is 3.14.
"1-5-9-2-6-5-3-8-9..."
Overload! Overload!
Infinite decimal sequence.
"2-3-8-4-6-3..."
( both frantically reading value of pi )
( nanobots continue reading value of pi )
( nanobots seizing up, voices dragging on "five" )
( thunderous explosion )
My pie!
Oh, it's not fair!
I had time!
I finally had all the time in the world!
Gee!
Sweetie.
Honey bunny.
Jim-jammy.
You're back!
I'm not the last man on earth anymore.
James Isaac Neutron,
what's been going on around here?
Uh... nothing.
So, Dad, how was your Hugh time?
I... It was good, son,
but nowhere near as good as "us" time.
Aw...
Why can't we get along like that?
Are you afraid to love?
Oh, look.
I found an error with your head unit.
Correcting!
No fair--
you've got arms.
NANOBOT ONE: Why do I listen to you?
Ow! You know I bruise easily.
Chips for brains.
I'm telling Motherboard.
Ha-ha! Missed me.
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