That's nice, dear.
Yeah, that's great, Mom.
HUGH: Mm-hmm.
Here are your dinners.
A ham and macaroni choo-choo for Hugh
with cauliflower chimney smoke.
For Jimmy, scallopini pfeffernuss
with mashed potatoes
in the shape of Einstein's hair.
And for me, a sandwich.
( cuckoo clock chiming )
( toilet flushing repe)
Jimmy, did you hook up
your experiential hydraulic cuckoo clock
to the downstairs toilet?
Can you get that, Mom?
I'm proving Goldbach's prime number conjecture.
( sighs )
Apparently, baby ducks follow the momma duck
because her butt looks like a great big bread crumb.
JUDY: Help! Somebody!
If Goldbach is true,
every nonprime integer
must be equidistant from two primes.
JUDY: My arm's been sucked into the U-bend!
( gasping )
My sandwich!
No, thanks, Mom, I'm full.
Ah... well, off to my duck first-aid class.
Tonight we're doing mouth-to-beak resuscitation.
Well, wait, who's going to walk Goddard?
( Goddard barks )
That is the last dig-darn straw.
I'm tense and underappreciated
and... and... sandwichless.
Hmm...
( birds chirping )
Something's wrong.
There's no juice in my hand.
And I don't smell waffles
with meticulously syrup-filled dimples.
And there's something wrong
with my bowl full of cereal.
There's nothing in it, Dad.
That's it!
This isn't a bowl full of cereal;
it's just a bowl of milkless air.
JIMMY: Mom?
Are you going on a trip?
Oh, you noticed.
Well, since you asked,
I'm going to a spa for a week
to be pampered unmercifully.
Hughsy-doodles is confused.
I'm sick of being unappreciated
and doing all the work around here.
Here are the chores I do every week
to keep this place up and running.
You two are going to have to do them
while I'm gone.
Good-bye.
( door slams )
Whoa!
No mom for a week?
No one to tell us "Your bath is ready"?
Or make us change clothes.
Or make us leave the lab and come to dinner.
No one to tell us "You can't have pizza for every meal"
or say, "Hugh, put down that duck and talk to me for once."
We're free men!
Masters of our own destiny.
We rule this house.
We, uh... once we finish the chores.
Oh. Yeah.
What's the first one?
HUGH: Now, Jimmy,
should we sponge, then squeegee, then dry?
Or squeegee, then sponge, then dry?
Or dry, then sponge, then squeegee, or...
( screams )
( thudding )
Okay, you're the genius.
Plunge head first screaming,
then sponge, then dry.
( screams )
( thudding )
If I'm such a genius,
why are we doing this work ourselves?
Because your mother told us to?
She just wants it done.
She doesn't care who-- or what-- does it.
( hollow knocking )
( knocking echoing )
Goddard, install "list of chores" program.
Check.
Lastly, my maternal chip
with the directive to protect and pamper.
Shall I now walk the dog,
freeing you to relax and eat corn chips, my son?
( panting )
Boy...
you spa folks don't even let a girl lift a finger, do you?
TV ANNOUNCER: You're watching the gross-out movie marathon
on the Guy Channel.
( popcorn popping )
And now, back to My Big Fat Greek Infected Scab.
( vacuum cleaner humming )
So, how's that week's worth of chores coming, Robobooger?
All chores were completed at 1700 hours this evening.
Good work, Maternotron.
Assume sleep mode until the next mealtime.
Negative-- a mother's work is never done.
A mother must protect and pamper.
Oh. Oh, right.
Override maternal chip directives until further notice.
Don't use that tone with me, young man.
Now, eat.
Leaping leptons!
I said water the lawn, not cook it.
What is this stuff?
Soy protein, kelp, tall
and spinach for flavor.
Sugarbooger's dinners never smelled quite so...
Oh, how do I put it?
Disgusting.
This is the train and your mouth is the tunnel.
Uh, no, thanks.
See, my tunnel is temporarily closed for...
I must have set the autonomy parameter
in the mothering chip .
She really thinks she's Mom.
And after dinner... yo.
( splashing, Hugh moaning, screaming )
MATERNOTRON: Hold still!
( scrubbing, Hugh moaning, screaming )
HUGH: Not the face!
Oh, this is the life.
So why is it I have the strange feeling something's missing?
MAN: Your gelato, Madame.
( Judy sighs )
HUGH: Butter biscuit?
Fresh from the oven.
JIMMY: Got to blast!
Those muscles--
we've got to blast them.
( Hugh whimpering )
She wouldn't even let me play
with Mr. Bath-Time Ducky.
Don't worry.
Luckily, Maternotron's got
an emergency cut-off receiver.
The remote for it is my lab.
I'll need you to cover for me.
So... Jimmy sitting right beside me
and not leaving the room at all, how's it going?
( mimicking Jimmy ): Okay, dad of mine
who's also remaining in the room with me.
Right here.
Oh!
Where are you going?
Um, well, I-I left my homework
in the lab.
You'll electrocute
your eye out.
Bedtime.
What?
But it's only 7:00.
March.
But I'm not tired.
Then I must rock you to sleep.
♪ Rockabye Jimmy on the treetop ♪
♪ Tomorrow more kelp ♪
♪ Till your pant buttons pop. ♪
Are you tired yet?
And nauseous.
I have been neglectful to you as a wife.
No!
Uh, really.
It's okay.
No, it is not.
Switching to wife mode.
Take out the trash.
We never talk anymore.
Get me some ice cream.
Let's watch a movie with lots of crying.
I should never have given up my career.
Rub my feet.
( Hugh screams )
My mother-and-wife sense is tingling!
Something's terribly wrong.
I'm coming, boys!
( panting )
Psst-- guys, up here.
Weren't you supposed to meet us
in the park this morning,
or did Carl and I both dream that?
Guys, listen to me, I need your help.
Oh, gee,
I've got llama art class in an hour...
There's a remote control on my workbench.
Here's my DNA to get in the lab.
You've got to fetch me that remote before bath time.
The tough part of drawing the llama
is capturing his soulful eyes.
Halt!
Who are you?
Hi, Mrs. Neutron.
May I say you're looking particularly shiny today?
Yeah, I'll say.
Um, would you excuse us?
We're getting something top secret for Jimmy.
To associate with my Jimmy, you must complete
these qualification forms.
"Father's maiden name"?
"Jimmy falls in the playground
"and breaks his leg.
What do you do?"
Well, that's stupid--
they don't even tell you which leg it is.
( loudly ): Say, Dad, let's go play catch
and not leave the yard at all.
( loudly ): Good-- wink, wink-- idea, son.
And let's not run like crazy turkeys screaming for help
when we get out there.
Where do you think you're going?
Outside.
Too dangerous--
that's where the Civil War was.
I'm placing you both on...
lock-down.
MATERNOTRON: Protect, pamper.
Eat your nutrition.
Protect, pamper.
Eat your nutrition.
Protect, pamper.
Eat your nutrition.
Protect...
Get away from my family,
you ugly bucket of bolts!
Mom!
Sugarbooger!
Your family? Ha!
Protect, pamper...
Jimmy?
Uh... yeah, well,
funny thing about that,
she, uh, sort of thinks she's you.
Protect!
( shrieks )
Not too tight--
those are her piecrust- decorating arms.
To think I stepped out for two measly days
and you replace me with some psycho robot
with a hideous 1950s hairdo?
No psycho robot could replace you, Mom.
There's no way I could program
all your love, care--
and amazing ability to forgive me-- into a chip.
Ow!
Although I think I captured rope tying pretty good.
Maternotron, as your creator,
I demand you let her go!
Don't yell at your mother, young man.
Nobody wags their finger at my boy.
( rope creaking )
Mom, break into my lab.
If the security system doesn't kill you,
bring back the disabler.
I don't need the lab--
not as long as I have my utility closet!
You're out of cleaning implements.
Oh... am I?
A .300-caliber molecular blasting ray?
For those tough, ground-in stains.
Wha...
( warbling ): Your... your... clean clothes...
are... are... in the... dryer... dryer...
( crashing )
( cheering )
Way to go, Mom!
Nobody punishes Jimmy Neutron.
Oh, I wouldn't say that.
Pick it up, boys.
I've got three more days of spa coming.
CARL: Um, Sheen?
What did you put for question 319?
"C. Lure the tiger away from Jimmy
by imitating a chicken strip."
Hmm. Works for me.
JIMMY: Today is the single greatest day in the history of the universe.
Pluto is aligning with Neptune
causing space snow flurries to create galactic ice crystals
which keep ice cream at the perfect eating temperature!
Yes. ( barks )
Cold enough to never melt
but not so cold you get brain freeze.
This alignment only happens every 2,000 years.
Commence countdown:
five... four... three..
JUDY: James Isaac Neutron!
( groans )
Where do you think
you're going, young man?
Here's your list of Saturday chores.
"Mail letter at post office.
"Sit with Grandma in the park.
"Pick up Dad's badmint.
Drop off a pie at school."
And "Take a book to Cindy Vortex's mother"?!
But, Mom, I can't do that!
I have to get into space now!
Chores first, space travel later.
Goddard-- options.
Too expensive.
I don't have time.
Yes!
We'll have to do it mega-fast.
No time to set specifics.
Commence cloning at super speed.
Hi, everybody.
Isn't it a super, amazing, great day?
( whining ): You call this a great day?
I should have stayed in bed.
( in French accent ): Ah, but romance is in the air, eh?
It is a beautiful day to fall in love,
n'est-ce pas?
( laughing ): Hey, everybody,
it's great to be here.
Hey, have you seen that Cindy Vortex?
Talk about the wicked witch of the elementary.
Hey, these are the jokes, folks--
come on, laugh with me.
( laugh track playing )
Who's up for some football, huh?
( sinisterly ): Nice place, kid.
You know, I could have some serious fun with this stuff.
Hmm, the speed of the cloning gave each of them
a solitary, distinct personality.
I should probably do a risk assessment.
Nah-- I've got galactic ice crystals to get.
Here's the list of chores, gentlemen.
( rumbling )
Hey, you heard the man-- do your chores, boys.
But I've never mailed a letter.
What if I get my hand stuck in the box?
Hey, turn that frown upside down,
Mr. Gloomy Gus.
Everything's going to be terrific!
Mais oui!
Love is all around us.
Hey! Let's do it to it.
And away... we go.
Hello, Grandmother dear.
Where have you been?
This bench is too hard.
These birds are getting too close.
The sun hurts my eyes.
Isn't it a beautiful day?
Aren't these birds absolutely amazing?
Isn't it great to be alive?
Ow...
CARL: Oh, hi, Jimmy.
I have to do a report on snails or Napoleon.
Can you help me?
What's the point of doing homework?
We do it and then what?
Poof-- we're gone.
Nothingness, emptiness.
We're all just dust in the wind.
Okay, I don't want to be dust in the wind.
He shoots, he scores.
Neutron is definitely on.
Looking good.
You the man, you the man.
Hey, it's the Nickster.
Neutron?
What are you doing?
I'm walking here.
You got a problem with that, skateboard boy?
Uh, "skateboard boy"?
Whoa, check it out--
Neutron has the moves.
( crunching )
Well, how about next time
you get a board that can handle the Neutron style?
Later, Nick-o-rama.
Good boy, Goddard.
Galactic ice crystal harvesting proceeding as planned.
And down on Earth, the clones are performing my chores.
Retroville, we have no problems.
SHEEN: I am UltraLord, and I will swing my mighty bat of combat.
You can't catch me. Yes, I can.
Hey, Jimmy, want to see my new action figure?
Does Robin Hood wear pantyhose?
Hey, why did UltraLord cover himself with mayonnaise?
He wanted to make a hero sandwich!
Hello-- anybody in there?
Paging Mr. Sheen.
The village called.
They want their idiot back.
Are you okay, Jimmy?
Because you seem really weird.
I'm weird?!
( laughing ): Come on!
You should see UltraLord's Uncle Morris.
( sighs )
What do you want, Neutron?
To return a book
and to drink in your beauty, Miss Vortex.
Very funny.
I jest not.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
No-- even Shakespeare seems inadequate
to describe your perfection.
Cut it out, Neutron, before I barf!
Ah, ah, ah-- but before that, would you favor me with a kiss?
Is he for real?
And what's with the bad French accent?
( guitar playing )
♪ Oh, Cindy, I love you, ♪
♪ More than Albert Einstein's theory of relativity ♪
♪ Oh, Cindy, ma cherie, oh, my little Cindy ♪
♪ Would you please come and kiss me? ♪
Wait, why you are sleeping?
Hey, buddy,
you want a pie?
Yeah!
( snickers )
You can't beat the classics.
Mmm... I'll say.
Mission accomplished: space crystals acquired.
Clones should be arriving in T minus one minute.
Everything going exactly as...
What?!
( people talking excitedly )
Calm down, folks.
Just tell me, what did the Jimster do?
He busted my skateboard, dude!
He said I was going to be dust in the wind.
He made me smile and my dentures fell out.
He mocked UltraLord's family.
He made my heart sing and...
I mean, he said things to me so vile and despicable
I cannot repeat them in mixed company.
And he threw a pie in my face!
( chuckles )
You can't beat the classics.
( growling )
I'm sure Jimmy had a good reason
for doing all these admittedly strange, bizarre things, so...
Who wants pie?
( all growling )
( spits )
I'm good.
Oh, no, it was the clones.
I got to find them so I can explain everything.
Goddard, locate clones.
I had the most scrumptious day
with my most wonderful grandmama.
I fell in love
with a beautiful mademoiselle.
I did some cool moves on a dude's skateboard,
but it couldn't take my awesome power.
You know what I'm saying?
JIMMY: There you are.
CLONES: Hi, Jimmy.
Follow me back to my house so I can explain to everybody...
One, two, three, four, five...
We're short one clone.
We've got to find him, now!
It's that evil one.
He's so bad he makes Attila the Hun look like Bambi!
We'll never find him-- we're doomed.
Hey, I'll find him
and take him down all by myself
with my bare hands-- look out.
JIMMY: He's close...
He's very close.
There!
( barking )
( no voice )
( both screaming )
( snickering )
Well, well, well...
if it isn't Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy,
Jimmy, Goddard and Jimmy.
You're going back to the lab and I'm going to declone you.
I don't think so, kid.
I like being out in the big, bad world.
Stop that person who looks just like me!
Get him!
I'm not evil Jimmy.
He's evil Jimmy.
He's just trying to confuse you.
That's absurd and reeks of mendacity.
I'm the genuine and indisputable Jimmy.
Can't you tell by my sophisticated vocabulary?
Are we playing a game?
I absolutely adore games.
I hate games.
Wait, wait, don't you see?
He's trying to trick you
by pretending to be the real Jimmy.
Trust me.
I'm the real Jimmy.
Would I lie to you?
( all talking at once )
Guys, stop.
Wait a minute.
Think, think, think.
Brain blast!
I have to sacrifice the ice crystals.
Goddard, let's cool these clones down.
That's all, folks.
Adieu, mon ami.
Parting is such sweet...
Whoo, that is cold!
Yo, give me your best shot, punk.
Oh, this is how it ends-- as ice cubes.
I've always wanted to be frozen.
This is a dream come true!
Aw, there goes my perfect ice cream.
At least I can get these clones back to...
Wait a minute-- one, two, three, four, five...
We're missing one! Hiya, handsome.
Listen, you don't mind if I borrow this, do you?
I mean, come on, we're practically related, right?
( snickering )
Got to blast.
CARL: There he is!
SHEEN: Get him!
Let's teach him a lesson!
Wait, everyone!
Oh, I can explain.
And that's how it all .
Hmm, genetic replicants manifesting
mutant side effects, eh?
As long as you got rid of all the clones.
One Jimmy Neutron in the world is bad enough,
but six is blech!
Uh, dude, you did catch
all of them, didn't you?
Uh... who would like some pie at my house?
Uh, okay.
EVIL JIMMY: Here's Jimmy!
( laughs evilly )
ALL: Neutron...
So, uh, I take it that means no pie.
( yells )
PIE MAN: Get him!
GRANDMA: Rip off his head!
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