Gotta Blast!
♪ From here to the stars, Fueled 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 NICKELODEON
JIMMY: Gentlemen, did you bring the items I requested?
My mom's gold necklace.
My grandma's gold tooth.
She needs it back by lunch, though.
And the gold buried under our lawn--
in case Dad spends all our money... again.
Gold's low melting point
makes it the perfect element for powering
my latest invention...
hoverhats!
How fast do these babies go?
They're safe up to 25 miles per hour.
Gentlemen, start your hats.
( whirring )
Whoa...
( yelling )
( barking )
Whee!
I'm a pretty butterfly.
And I'm 25-Mile-an-Hour Man,
delivering top-quality justice at reasonable speed.
( buzzing )
What's this?
The secret power source of my sworn enemy--
Dangerously Bad Man?
( gives karate shout )
Uh... Carl did it.
( screams )
Let's get out of here!
Jimmy!
( both screaming )
Guys, slow down!
You're going too fast!
Tell them that!
( sputtering )
My whole life's flashing before my eyes!
Remember when I ate toothpaste and my burps were minty fresh?
( screams )
( sputtering )
Um...
( all yell )
( crash )
Our gold... it's all ashes!
That was my grandmother's favorite tooth...
and her only one.
The equipment I'd need to replicate this gold
would take a ton of money.
We could sell our bodies to science.
You have to be dead to do that.
Okay, Mr. Negative!
Gentlemen, we have to get jobs.
JIMMY: Oh, McSpanky's would be the perfect place to work.
We could eat here, see friends-- plus, what job could be easier?
Professional spread-glue-on-your-fingertips-
and-pull-it-off consultant?
What?!
Good day.
Are you Skeet?
Hold on.
Uh... yes!
Okay... ( clears throat )
are you interested in entering
the exciting and glamorous world of fast-food service?
ALL: Yes!
Ah, excellent!
Wait a minute...
Exactly how old are you guys?
11. 17. 27.
Copacetic.
Well, then, let us proceed
to the all-important job interview.
Okay, um, Specs-- you look like you've done
some serious deep-frying in your day.
No... maybe... I don't have a problem.
Awesome!
You shall be fry cook.
Cool-- what about me, what can I be?!
Whoa! Your extremely grating voice is perfect
for yelling out orders.
You shall man the drive-through window.
Awesome.
And you... uh, sorry, dude, I'm afraid I can't use you.
What?
But I'm a genius--
my I.Q. is practically off the charts.
He's wicked smart.
Uh, dudes, scope that plaque.
CARL: "Employee of the Month."
And thusly, someone who knows a McSpanky man
when he sees one.
But I'll tell you what, okay?
I'll start you on the register and see where it goes.
Can you all start today?
Yeah! Now, about our pay...
Minimum.
ALL: We'll take it!
What do you want for lunch?
Oh, nothing for me.
I want to be really hungry
for tomorrow's Mucho Carne Fiesta
at Taco Shack.
Are you sure, honey?
Remember what happened last year?
Oh, don't worry, El Sugar de Booger,
these days you don't even know your stomach's being pumped.
Well, just don't cry if you miss the piñata.
I'm not going to miss.
I've been practicing on Jorge here.
Check out my swing!
( Hugh gives battle cry as things begin to smash )
Oh, Hugh, be careful!
( cries out )
Oh, dear...
I'll get you,
my papier-mâché friend.
I know deep in your belly
there are treats worth swinging at.
( cries out )
Hugh!
Where is he?
Oh...
( smashing )
SHEEN: Welcome to McSpanky's, home of the Belly Buster.
May I take your order?
We'll have one chicken bits and a purple flurp,
one McSpanky burger, and I'll have a cheeseburger,
fries and a vanilla shake.
Give me a cow in an earthquake,
a dancing albino with a heart condition
and a baby in a ricksha.
Comin' at ya.
( scat singing )
Whoa, you dudes are in the zone!
I'd better check on the slow guy.
JIMMY: A double McSpanky with fries.
That'll be $6.53.
And $3.47's your change.
Dude, you're supposed to push the buttons
with the pictures of food on them.
Don't need to, Skeet--
I do the prices and tax in my head.
Oh, okay, Mr. Magicman, I also did not hear you say,
"Big McThankies from McSpanky's" to the customer.
Well, frankly, it struck me as clichéd.
How about, "Don't let our food be denied you,
put our polyunsaturated fats and triglycerides inside you"?
I'll tell you what I think...
"No human brain can add three things, dude."
"Only the machine knows the tax, dude."
Hey, Jimmy, isn't this the best?
I want to be a fry cook for the rest of my life.
Give me a pilot on water skis with a flaming tepee, travelin'.
You got it!
SKEET: Picture of money... picture of money...
Ha! Got you!
Big McThankies from McSpanky's.
Hey, dude, you missed a spot.
I got it.
It's just a little sodium chloride.
Actually, dude, it's salt.
That's what I said, sodium chloride.
Ah, dude... that would be salt.
If you don't know what salt is,
maybe mop duty's too complicated for you.
What size are you, small?
Yeah, why?
If you want cheap food with taste,
put McSpanky's in your face.
If you want cheap food with taste...
Am I buggin', or is that Jimmy
dressed as a hamburger?
Libby... life is good.
( with annoyance ): Oh!
Congratulations, Putron.
When were you elected leader
of the one-man dork parade?
( laughing )
Aren't we all a bit too old
for sophomoric name-calling?
Jimmy's right, Cindy.
Call him by his real name... Patty.
Jobs like this are hard to come by.
Really? I thought they were only medium rare.
( girls laughing )
I don't have to take this!
Calm down-- you'll pop your sesame seeds!
Bye, Jimmy.
I relish this moment.
( laughter )
Yeah, I'd like a deluxe McSpanky
with a side of chili fries.
Give me a clown with a harelip.
Doing the tango or whacking the goose?
Hold on!
You want a salad? Yup.
He's packing light.
( humming )
Yeah.
Dudes, I am way impressed.
If only your friend Jimmy had your attitude
and inteligentosity.
( grumbling and moaning )
That's it, I'm out of here!
You're quitting?!
But dude, you're the first guy
who fit in the costume.
I'm not quitting-- quite the opposite.
I intend to show you all what I am capable of.
( yelling )
Where's he going?
I don't know.
Hey, Carl, give me a fat taxi driver.
You want a hamburger with peanut butter?
No, if Jimmy's leaving, we'll need a ride home.
( Goddard growling )
JIMMY: Easy, Goddard--
it's just a giant mechanical Scotsman's head.
But by tomorrow it'll be smarter than Skeet.
( hollow knocks )
Come to think of it, it's smarter than Skeet now.
( all gasp )
Welcome to McSpanky's.
Dude, what did you do to the place?
I brought it into the 21st century.
But where are the dirt and germs we know and love?
Gone. McSpanky's is now fully automated
and completely hygienic.
Permit me to demonstrate.
Skeet, place your tongue on the scanner.
( chuckling ): All right, I'll play along.
Aah...
"McSpanky burger with hot sauce,
medium fries, small soda."
Hey, that's my breakfast of choice.
The computer determined your ideal order
based on the configuration of your taste buds.
Now titanium pistons begin pounding your burger
to peak tenderness.
And it's insta-cooked using nano-wave technology.
Hydroponically grown tomatoes are harvested while you wait.
While your fries are boiled in the finest imported oils
at precisely 250 degrees Fahrenheit.
And there's your order--
completely customized in 45 seconds flat.
Mmm... delicioso.
I have seen the future, and it is awesome!
Hey, Jimmy, what's "C.S."?
Customer satisfaction.
If customers are happy, satisfaction goes up.
If they aren't, it corrects the problem.
The main computer watches everything that happens
in the restaurant through that lens.
Because it's self-correcting, nothing can go wrong...
nothing can go wrong.
( kids chattering )
Guy Trembley reporting from downtown Retroville,
where the new, automated McSpanky's
has been attracting crowds
with made-to-order meals just like Mom used to make--
if your mom was a giant, tongue-scanning robot.
Aah...
A burger-fries-and-shake-kabob!
Just like back home.
A pineapple burger with lo-cal thousand island dressing!
It's like you're inside my head!
Winifred, there's something
very important that I want to ask you.
Are you going to finish those fries?
Mmm, oh, that's good, yeah, yeah.
Ladies, there's an hour wait for a table--
unless you're willing to sit in the utility closet.
But we know you.
Oh, that's right!
I'm the leader of the one-man dork parade.
Just because you work at the best place in town
doesn't mean you aren't still a jerk!
Come on, Libby, we're leaving!
One for the utility closet, please.
Make it two.
Go on in, Nissa.
Brown shoes with a black belt?
I think not.
Try the diner down the block.
( monkey squawks )
The monkey's in-- you, back of the line.
( chatters with glee )
All right, we're just going to pop in, congratulate Jimbo--
"Hi, Jimbo! Bye, Jimbo!"--
then zoomity-doo to Taco Shack.
No.
Oh, I get you--
we'll drive past, honk congratulations on the horn
in Morse code.
( imitating telegraph )
No, Hugh.
We're eating at McSpanky's
to support Jimmy.
And just what do you expect me to do
with this piñata stick?
Don't answer that.
Wheelbarrow of money coming through!
Big wheelbarrow of unmarked bills, make way!
Zippity Pluto! Are those today's profits?
This was in the tip jar.
We got a truck for the profits.
Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Neutron.
My goodness! You boys have turned this place
into quite the hot spot.
Yup-- hope you enjoy it.
Um... hold up, Mr. Neutron.
What... I'm with her.
Whoa, whoa, whoa-- back it up, chief.
Hmm... yeah... nope, sorry, not feeling it.
What do you mean?
Don't make me spell it out, Mr. N.,
but your outfit just isn't saying McSpanky's to me.
Oh, really?
Well, maybe because it's too busy saying,
"Step aside, Mr... Sassymouth before I tell your parents!"
Go ahead-- I turned them away two hours ago.
That's just terrible.
How could you...
Hey, look, a famous movie star!
Where? Where?
( snickers )
What, I don't see anybody...
Oh, I see him! Hi!
No, that's not him.
Excuse us, pardon us.
Parents of the employee coming through.
Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?
We wanted to say how proud we are of you.
Got to go, bye-bye! Hugh, stay.
But it's so busy
and one of my legs is shorter than the other one,
so I can't stand in line long.
Not a problem. ( snaps fingers )
Bon appétit.
Uh, thanks, son.
How's customer satisfaction, Skeet?
Outstanding, little dude.
I guess I owe you an apology.
Beneath your completely unimpressive exterior
is one smart hombre.
HUGH: I still don't see what the big deal is.
Taco Shack has a roving mariachi band
that plays "La Cucaracha" 300 times a day.
And Taco Shack's salad bar has 18 types of cheese!
And the waiters all have funny mustaches.
Whoa, dude, the meter's heading south!
What's going on?
Oh, and they have the best theme song.
♪ Taco Shack, Taco Shack, you'll eat cheese until you yak ♪
♪ Frijoles there are always black ♪
♪ And give a big piñata whack! ♪
Dad, no!
♪ Taco, Taco, Taco Shack! ♪
( hoots )
( rumbling )
Gulp.
No...
It's Burgergeddon!
Everybody out!
( everyone screaming )
What's happening, Hugh?
Who cares?! We're going to Taco Shack!
Skeet, come on!
Dude, I can't leave--
I'm employee of the month.
Later!
I'm back from the bank.
Hey, Jimmy, is the restaurant
supposed to be rising off the ground?
No.
Bummer.
What's happening, Jimmy?!
The computer heard my dad
say he prefers Taco Shack
and it's correcting the problem.
BOTH: Oh...
Oh.
( people screaming )
( gasps in horror )
Oh, it's too horrible!
Quick, honey, turn around--
I can still get the Big 'n' Cheesy
at Pizza Clown!
JIMMY: I think McSpanky's is destroying all its competition
until it's the only restaurant in town!
We've got to stop it!
Yeah!
Does that mean no more tips?
( people screaming )
Not Pizza Clown, too?!
Hard left! We can still make it to the Big Pilgrim
for a Miles Sandwich and a Mocha-hontas!
Hold on, I'll try to bring it down with my ion ray.
Incoming!
No...
Why, why, why?
Well, that's the last fast-food place in town.
It'll land and I can rip out its programming.
What's it doing?
CARL: It's headed for the supermarket!
Oh, no! Not satisfied with destroying restaurants,
it's going to destroy any place that sells food!
I knew a fast-food restaurant that does it your way
was just a crazy dream.
Wait a minute-- Carl, that's it!
You mean, this is all a crazy dream?
Yes-- bring on the dancing tubas!
No, I mean McSpanky's is programmed
to please the customer.
We'll make it an order it can't refuse.
Hey, yeah...
I don't get it.
Goddard, Goddard,
meet me at Food-O-Mart right away.
( barks )
I'm almost done rearranging Goddard's taste buds.
This is just like the dentist's office--
only we're in the sky, Jimmy's not a dentist
and I'm not crying for my mommy... Finished.
So, Jimmy, how does
rearranging Goddard's taste buds
help stop McSpanky's?
You'll see.
Come on, guys, time to place an order.
For weeks we've searched space for a vessel
worthy to take over the galaxy.
And that gets good gas mileage.
And has seats with good lumbar support for my lower back.
And trunk space for when we go for groceries.
I love groceries.
Yes, those big, gallon water bottles
really take up a lot...
Would you be quiet?!
As I was saying, our long search may finally pay off.
I think today may be our lucky day.
Hey, McSpanky's, we're hungry!
Okay, boy, just like we planned-- stick out your tongue.
CARL: Four McSpanky Deluxe Burgers
cooked at... 20,000 degrees Fahrenheit!
A King Arthur with a hip replacement on a bed of coals?!
I arranged Goddard's taste buds for a desire
for incredibly hot food.
McSpanky's has to fill that order.
In that case, give me a McSpanky pie.
Two, please.
JIMMY: Yes, there it goes.
CARL: Well, where's it going, Jim?
To the only place that can attain that temperature.
Salsa Night at Juanita's Leche Lounge?
Nope, the Sun.
Driven to satisfy our order,
McSpanky's will fly up to the Sun
and burn up in the intense heat.
If only it used its grill for good instead of evil.
Yeah... you think we'll get paid for today?
Gentlemen, welcome to our new craft.
Whoa, all this technology,
it looks so hot.
Which is why we must find its captain
and exploit his great wisdom.
This is the one we must find.
( laughing sinisterly )
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MAN: Paul?
JIMMY: Got to blast!