SHEEN: Awesome!
You're slipping, Neutron.
Real comets have long, pretty tails,
not little, stumpy ones.
Only when they're filtered
through the spectral light of the sun, Vortex.
Care to tell me
how I'd get a giant hot ball of gaseous radioactivity
into the classroom?
Hello, children!
Ah! Get it off me!
Down, boy! Down!
Whose comet is this?
( giggling ): That tickles.
Oh, no, not the face.
Ah!
That concludes my presentation. Thank you.
Mr. Neutron, you're lucky I'm in a good mood today.
And do you know why I am?
Because your mom packed your favorite lunch?
Carl, Principal Willoughby's mom doesn't pack his lunch,
he has his butler do it for him-- duh!
Oh.
Does your butler rub yy
and tell you your lunch is made with love?
Oh, stop talking!
( sighs )
No, I'm happy,
because the Lindbergh school chorus has been asked
to sing at the opening of the new library.
Oh, how exciting.
I can't even tell you.
I'll be auditioning new members of the chorus today.
We'll need new voices to perform the special song I wrote.
And it goes something like this.
( plays correct key )
♪ Library ♪
♪ We've got the cutest little library ♪
♪ The books are stacked by author A through Z ♪
♪ And all for free... ♪
STUDENTS: Stop!
STUDENT: It burns!
What's the problem?
Ugh, you call that music?
Why can't we get a cool band like Graystar to play?
Zip it, Libby.
I'm in the chorus, remember?
And I'm up for a solo this year.
Bring on this Graystar of yours, Missy.
But they're going to sound lame next to my beats.
♪ Library ♪
♪ We've got the dictionary on CD... ♪
( humming )
Man, I'm a synch to get into the school chorus.
Really? I didn't know you could sing, Sheen.
You kidding me?
I have a voice that caresses like a summer breeze.
Hey, Grommit! You owe me $2.36!
Don't make me come over there!
So, Jimmy, guess what.
My folks said I could get a pet
if my allergies aren't set off.
Ah, that's great, Carl.
Yeah...
You want to come to the pet store with me
while I sniff the animals?
Sorry, Carl, I have a date with Twonkus-3.
Twonkus-3?
It's a comet that's entering Earth's orbit in about...
Whoa! Puking Pluto!
Twonkus-3 is entering Earth's orbit in an hour.
Gotta blast!
So, what'd I miss?
Oh, Jimmy's dating a comet
and I have to go sniff animals.
And they say I'm the w.
Now remember, Hugh, this money is for groceries--
not for ducks, or pies, or any other of your little hobbies.
Sugarbooger, please, I'm a responsible, grownup man.
Oh, look, this one has a beardy face.
JIMMY: That's Twonkus-3!
Let's ride, boy.
Atomic batteries to power.
Turbines to speed.
Liftoff in five, four...
Hey, Jimbo! Wait up, son.
Dad, be careful, I'm about to take off.
Perfect--
you can give me a lift to the grocery store...
Uh, sorry, Dad, I can't override the launch command
once the turbines start firing.
No problem, son.
Say, this G-force kind of stings.
Ooh!
Thanks, Goddard.
Son, there's the grocery down there.
Let me off in the parking lot.
Sure thing.
HUGH: Just bring her down
right behind...
Whoa!
Whoo-hoo, hoo!
I'm flying.
Later, Dad.
( groans )
( rocket engine screaming )
( tires squealing )
( engine powers down )
Perfect landing.
( softly ): Wow!
It's beautiful.
We'd better get started.
But let's keep an eye on the rocket
so we don't get lost.
That's not quite what I meant.
Besides, I'll need you
to help me explore.
( classical music plays on radio )
Oh, I get it-- when we're done exploring,
the music will guide us back.
Good idea, boy.
( growling )
Hey, yoo-hoo?
Hi, Mr. Guinea Pig.
Careful there, Carl.
Ten more seconds and your tongue will swell up big-time.
Sorry.
Do you have any pets that won't make me sneeze or wheeze
or roll around going...
( squawking )
Ay-ay-ay, of course, boychik.
Stavros has pet for every children.
Come, follow me to the dark back of the place.
Ribbit. Ribbit.
( hissing )
What in heck's armpit is that?
Norwegian tree frog-- very clean.
Clean you, clean himself, clean everybody.
( sniffing )
( sneezes )
Holy Tabbouleh-- you are allergic.
Ah, don't worry, I have perfect animal
for all the sneezing childrens.
Eh?
Ah... what is it?
Dwarf spider monkey.
Like a big one, but smaller--
too tiny to make sneeze.
( sniffing )
Can I keep him?
No, you can't keep him.
Let's go.
Wait, wait, stop with leaving.
I have one more pet.
I breed myself; one of a kind.
Please.
Ooh, what is it?
North Atlantic salmon.
Frozen in block of ice.
Is impossible to be allergic.
( sniffing )
Hey, I'm not sneezing.
( sniffing )
Or wheezing!
Oh, no.
Oh, sweet mercy...
Oh, what is problem now?!
Oh...
I'm allergic to ice.
It's like a thousand fire ants
doing the mambo under my skin!
Oh!
( sighs )
Ah, here's a good spot.
Let's get some samples from this sand deposit.
Dump-truck mode, Goddard.
( whirring )
( creature roaring )
( barking )
Just go in that crater, boy, no one's looking.
( barking )
Uh! My rocket!
Come on, boy!
( roaring )
Hey, you!
Get away from my rocket!
( roaring )
If he destroys the ship, we'll be stranded here forever.
Goddard, hit him with an ion blast.
( gun whirring; creature roaring )
( roaring )
Try the paralyzer beam.
( gun whirring )
Didn't even faze him.
♪ That's why I'm quick drawin' Cora ♪
♪ The cowgirl of Kalamazoo! ♪
♪ Yee-haw! ♪
See you at the ranch, boys.
Very good, Cindy.
But in case you've forgotten...
you're already in the chorus!
I just wanted to remind you how good I am.
By the way, have you decided
who's doing the big solo on the library's opening day?
WILLOUGHBY: Next!
Good luck, Sheen.
Right, like I'll need it.
Besides, no one's been rejected from the Lindbergh chorus
in 50 years.
( clears throat )
( singing off-key ): ♪ Home, home on the range... ♪
Next!
Uh, pardon?
That's all I needed to hear.
Well, I can't say I'm surprised.
Now let's talk rehearsal schedule, babe.
Tuesdays I have my action-figure support group.
Monday...
Oh, dear, I'd better explain.
Um, Sheen-- "amigo"--
I'm afraid you won't be joining the chorus.
( gasps )
What?
You're rejecting me?
Now, now, now, don't take it personally,
we-we needed and alto, and, well, you're a... a...
You're a terrible singer!
Miss Fowl!
You see, Sheen, your voice, um...
How shall I put this?
You voice scares small children.
Miss Fowl, please.
Look, Sheen, as chorus master,
I know talent...
That's what you have: no talent.
I'm done.
Wait a minute.
I see what's going on here.
You people don't think I'm a very good singer, do you?
Then you have silenced a precious talent!
From this point on, I, Sheen,
shall never grace the world with song again!
But if you guys change your mind,
call me-- anytime.
Seriously.
( gun whirring; creature roaring )
The triflector ray isn't working either.
Goddard, what do you h?
It's no use.
We'll have to try to board the rocket
while it's under attack.
On my command.
One... two... three.
Charge!
( growling )
( engine turning over )
She won't start.
Come on, come on...
( roaring )
( snarling )
She still won't start.
( snarling )
( whimpers )
( snarling )
( engine starts )
Let's get out of here!
( roaring fiercely )
Honey, I'm home!
Did you get the groceries?
No, I bought something even better.
Say hello to my new friend Flippy.
( gasps )
Hey, Dollface.
Let's say we ditch the deadwood
and go make trouble.
Flippy, please don't be fresh.
I'm fresh?
You're the one with your hand on my...
That's enough!
One more crack and it's back in the box.
( giggles ): Isn't he great?
You see, honey, the words he's saying
are actually coming out of me.
Hugh, you promised me you wouldn't spend the grocery money
on any of your hobbies.
Yeah, but Boogerbear, this is much more than a hobby.
Once Flippy and I hit the big time,
I'll be able to buy you your own private supermarket.
Oh, and just what do you propose I make for dinner tonight?
Well, that's a good question.
What do you feel like,?
Nothing for me.
I'm trying to lose weight.
Oh, really, how much do you want to lose?
Whatever you weigh.
Well, I suppose... hey!
Sign my letter asking Graystar to play
at the opening of the new library.
Sign my letter to Graystar, guys.
Ladies, there's this banging new band called Graystar,
and all I need from you is to...
Stop walking away while I'm talking to you!
What's wrong with everybody?
Don't you people like music?
Stop the manufacture of sweater vests made
from adorable puppies!
MAN: Why, that's terrible!
LIBBY: That's right, just sign right there.
Step right up.
Don't worry, you'll all get a turn.
Whew, we're back.
I was worried I'd never see this place again.
( barking )
Oh, right, the sand deposits.
Just empty them into that tank.
Man, wait till I tell Carl and Sheen what happened.
CARL AND SHEEN: Hi, Jimmy.
How did you guys get here?
Bag of your hair.
Well, how in the world did you get a bag of my...
Never mind.
You'll never believe what happened.
A monster tried to destroy my rocket.
He was eight feet and could lift boulders,
and we barely got the rocket started in time.
Oh, that's really cool, Jim.
That's real exciting, Jimmy.
What's wrong with you two?
My dad says I can't ha.
Yeah, and I got rejected from the school chorus.
because I'm "terrible."
Oh, gee, guys, I'm sorry.
Anyway, the monster was throwing boulders at the ship,
so I ordered Goddard to hit him with an ion blast.
Jimmy, why is there a soft, furry thing
digging itself out of that tank of sand?
Huh?
Well...
would you look at that?
It must be a life-form indigenous to Twonkus-3.
CARL: Oh, he's adorable.
( sniffing )
( purring )
I'm not sneezing!
Can I keep him, Jimmy?
No way! I want him!
Uh-uh, I saw it first.
Guys, guys, no one can have him.
Keeping a space creature as a pet
is a violation of scientific protocol.
Please, please, please, please!
No, it might be dangerous, although it's clearly not
the same species that attacked my ship.
So can I keep him?
Please, please, please, please!
Oh, please, Jimmy!
All right, but only for 24 hours.
When the comet makes its last pass
through Earth's orbit tomorrow,
we're sending it back.
Deal.
Is that okay with you, Twonky?
( purring )
Who's a twonky?
Who's a cute, little twonky?
I'm going to go home and play with him.
Too bad you didn't get anything
from the comet to make me feel better.
Nope, I sure didn't.
Anyway, Goddard hits him
with the ion blast
and it doesn't even phase him.
So then I said, "Hit him with the particle beam."
So I should battle the eight-foot monster of rejection
with a particle beam of my amazing talents?!
No, not exactly.
I'll do it!
I have to work on my storytelling skills.
♪ If you chew gum or shout ♪
♪ The guards will throw you out of our brand-new library. ♪
Oh, bravissima.
Miss Fowl, I think we have our soloist.
I need a dressing room for tomorrow's performance
and backstage access for my hair and makeup people.
Okay, later.
Let's call it a wrap.
( clears throat )
Huh?
Oh, hello there.
I didn't see you.
See, I'm the new foreign-exchange student
here at the Lindbergh School.
You're Bolby Stroganofsky?
Uh... sí.
Well, Bolby, um, were you interested
in auditioning for the chorus?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
I'm a famous singer from a native country
of... of... uh...
Backharistan.
Yeah, yeah, sí, oui.
Well, this is an honor.
Why don't you tell Miss Fowl
what you'll be singing for us today?
"Home on the Range."
( Fowl begins playing "Home on the Range" )
♪ Home, home on the range... ♪
Next!
Please let me in the chorus.
My voice grows on you.
So do liver spots, but I don't make you look at them.
Miss Fowl, that is not funny.
( laughing )
Okay, okay, it's a little funny.
I have half a mind to report you.
Half a mind?
No wonder you can't sing.
( both laughing )
( laughing ) ( laughing )
We are so fired.
CARL: Hey, Jimmy,
look who I brought with me.
JIMMY: Carl, what are you doing?
You shouldn't bring it to school.
MISS FOWL: Pipe down, children!
We have several more projects to get to today.
Let's see... Libby.
For my project, I got everyone in town
to sign this petition asking Graystar to sing
at the opening of the town's new library.
Hey, you told me it was a petition to save the whales.
She told me it was to build a community center.
Oh, uh, they're going to do those things, too.
And that concludes my presentation.
Oh, thank you, Libby.
Who would like to go next?
Me, oh, please!
Over here! Pick me!
Um, let's see...
Here, Miss Fowl, right in front of you,
completely ready to go.
Do I have any volunteers?
For the love of humanity, pick me!
How about you, Carl?
I'd be happy to go, Miss Fowl.
Carl, I don't think this is a good idea.
Don't worry, Jimmy.
( clears throat )
My friends, prepare to be amazed.
From the depths of out,
I give you the world's one and only twonky!
( class gasps as twonk)
SHEEN: Seen it already.
What is it?
Well, it's an exotic space creature
that our good friend Jimmy found on a far-off comet.
It's adorable.
It's the cutest thing I've seen.
Big deal.
My Chilean tree frogs are just as cute,
and they shoot blood out their eyes.
Oh, well, the twonky has more to offer
than cuteness and affection, Butch.
For example, he can ricochet like a Superball.
( class exclaiming )
Uh-huh.
He is adept at camouflage.
( class gasps )
And he has excellent motor skills.
Nathan...
BUTCH: Oh, that's so cool!
That thing rocks, man.
And since he's the only one in the galaxy,
I guess you all have to be nice to me
if you ever want to get near him.
I'll tutor you.
I'll beat you up softly.
I'll chew your food.
( purrs, then begins c)
Oh, dear, I think your twonky
has a cold, Carl.
( spitting )
Wha...
Nope, just a fur ball.
( baby twonkies peeping )
MISS FOWL: Fur ball, nothing!
Mama's shooting out young'uns.
And there's enough for everybody.
( class exclaiming )
Guys, no!
It could be a hostile species.
Hostile-- look at them.
They're just little puffballs.
Listen to me.
I saw an eight-foot monster that came from the same comet.
Move it, megahead.
Nick, you?
Uh, I'm just using him
to sample hair products on.
And when I was done burping him,
I think I heard him say, "Mama."
Well, Isabella tests well above her age group.
We're already talking to preschools.
( peeping )
MISS FOWL: And that's Calvin Coolidge-- our 30th president.
I once danced the hucklebuck with him in Chicago,
but you won't find that in the history books.
Who wants to be in some cheesy chorus, anyway?
Right, UltraLord, Robo-fiend, Bugaoh and Twonky?
Talk about lame.
In fact, I think those geeks in chorus are...
the luckiest people in all the land.
( purring )
Thanks, Twonky.
Why can't you be more supportive like him?!
CARL: Well, Twonkster, we've had a busy day, you and I.
And there's nothing
that helps me unwind better after a busy day
than a relaxing round of bending and stretching.
I even have a song for it.
It goes...
( music starts )
♪ Bending and stretching ♪
( creature gagging )
♪ Little blue-eyed girl... ♪
( Carl still singing as creature snarls )
( snarls ferociously )
( snarling )
I told him it was a bad idea, but did he listen?
No, he didn't.
He's going to help me go door to door
getting everyone's twonkies and sending them back to space.
( gasps )
( Carl screaming )
( twonky growling )
Carl? Carl?
( whimpering )
( gasps )
CARL: Jimmy.
Y-You can have your twonky back now.
Hey, twonky, over here!
( growling )
( screams )
( glass shatters )
Carl, what happened?!
I don't know!
I was just doing exercises
and singing my bending and stretching song
and suddenly my twonky turned into a monster.
I was afraid something like this would happen.
Well, maybe somebody should have thought of that
before he brought a strange creature back from outer...
Carl!
Sorry.
All I know is, if your twonky
morphed into a violent beast,
then so can everybody's.
We have to find out what causes it, and fast!
( sighs )
I'm back, Hugh.
At least, now
we'll have enough groceries to make dinner.
Thanks, Sugarbooger.
Ooh, and Mr. Tomasini gave me this adorable little creature.
I think it's called a twonky.
That's nice, dear.
Wait till you see the act
I've been working on with Flippy.
He can sing while I drink water.
Are you ready, Flippy?
( in high voice ): I sure am.
( in bubbly voice ): ♪ I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy ♪
♪ Yankee Doodle, do or♪
( twonky grumbling )
♪ A real live... ( gar♪
( growling )
Oh, golly!
Oh, good grief!
HUGH: Oh, Flippy, run!
Run, Flippy!
Dad!
( growling and screaming )
Dad, are you okay?
( both shudder )
( sighs )
( grunts )
Everyone's a critic.
Great idea, Libbs.
I hear these new hip-hop babycize classes
really strengthen the parent-child bond.
Like I need an excuse to get down...
and kick it!
( boombox playing funk)
WOMAN: ♪ Come on. ♪
( funky beat continues )
♪ Come on. ♪
( vocals echoing )
( twonkies growling )
( girls scream )
My twonky!
LIBBY: My boombox!
It was so young.
( sobs )
( plays few beats and)
And those are the American presidents.
Now let's review our ABCs
in song.
( blows note )
( blows raspberry )
♪ Oh, A is a letter that we all should know ♪
♪ Without it, we can't spell"ant" ♪
♪ B is a letter that we all love so ♪
♪ Without it, there'd be no"botulism"! ♪
( snarling )
What's wrong, little fella?
( growling )
Uh, now...
MISS FOWL: Ow.
Don't hurt Mama.
♪ Guten Abend, gute Nacht ♪
♪ Wirst du wieder geweckt ♪
♪ Mit Näglein besteckt ♪
♪ Schlupf unter die D♪
( twonky snarling and growling )
Oh, man!
Watch the hair!
Watch the hairdo.
( screams )
Your twonkies attacked us in babycize class!
LIBBY: They busted
my boombox.
Those things are a menace!
NICK: Dude!
My 'do is ruined!
Just when I was learning to love again.
JIMMY: People, people!
This isn't a time for blame
or I'd be saying things like,
"I tried to tell you," and "Why didn't you jerks listen?"
Your stories have a common theme.
Painful biting?
Massive blood loss?
No, music!
( all agreeing )
Harmonic patterns cause the twonkies
to morph into beasts and attack the source.
We've got to shut down all the music in town
before the rest hear it.
You can't stop the music!
We've got to!
Now, here's the plan:
Carl, you go to the Candy Bar;
Cindy, you head to school;
Sheen, you...
Where's Sheen?
I already told you, UltraLord, we can't go outside.
Being rejected from chorus
has caused me to shun the light of day.
What's that, Robo-Fiend?
Well, thank you, I once thought I had a beautiful voice, too,
but Miss Fowl says I have no talent.
( chuckles )
Yes, Bugaoh, Bringer of Flame, she is getting on in years,
but I don't think she's a thousand.
Really, twonky?!
You'd like to hear me sing?
Well, I don't think... okay, maybe just for you.
Here it goes.
( inhaling deeply )
( tapping baton )
All right, all right, eyes off your twonkies
and on moi, everyone.
Now, on the downbeat.
Stop, don't sing!
Miss Vortex, thank you for joining us.
You're ten minutes late!
Fellow choristers, due to a dangerous situation
too complicated to go into, this rehearsal is canceled.
I know how painful this must be for you...
( kids exclaim )
Hey, Ike, crank up the tunes.
Yeah, you got it.
CARL: Don't touch that jukebox.
It is I, Carl Wheezer, come to rescue you from the twonkies,
who become ferocious upon hearing music.
SAM: Wait!
That's pure butterscotch.
So?
So here, use this chocolate sauce.
( electricity crackling )
Huh, you should see what it does to teeth.
Thank you, citizen.
And now I must continue my heroic mission
to save the town from the twonkies' horrible rampa...
Are you going to finish that?
Scoot over.
Mmm, mmm.
JIMMY: Attention, Retroville.
This is an emergency.
Please refrain from all singing, humming, whistling
or musical expression of any kind until further notice.
( playing big band tune )
And no one-man bands.
Sorry.
( horn honking )
You're sure we're in the right place?
Positive-- it says here to meet
this Libby girl right here at 4:00.
Maybe we should just start.
Did you fix that library song she sent?
Don't worry, Sis, I gave it the full-on punkadelic treatment.
( snarls )
( twonkies growling )
( Flippy's neck cracks )
There we go-- good as new.
Take a look, Flippy.
"Good as new"?
I look like I lost an argument
with a wood chipper.
Oh, come on, Flippy.
You could show me a little gratitude.
You're right-- thanks.
You're welcome.
Thanks for making me look like Pinocchio after a bar fight.
All right, all right, all right.
So maybe you don't look perfect,
but the important thing is nothing will ever hurt you again.
( twonkies growling )
FLIPPY: Hey, Braveheart,
hand me my leg, will you?
The other one.
( movie music playing )
( screams )
( growls )
( screams )
Shh.
( screams )
( growls )
( twonkies growling )
School.
Check. Park?
Check. Candy Bar?
( gulping )
Good work, everyone.
Now that we've stopped the music,
we have to get the twonkies and shoot them back.
We'll have to hurry.
If we miss Twonkus-3 when it returns,
we'll have the twonkies for another year.
Yo, Retroville!
Are you ready to get crazy?
( drumsticks clicking )
( playing punk rock introduction )
♪ Come on, get your read on ♪
♪ Just walk with your two feet on... ♪
( twonkies growling )
What in the world?
Four o'clock?
Graystar must have gotten my letter.
♪ Kickin' brand-new library ♪
♪ Check out a book and break it down ♪
♪ Some girls will do with history ♪
♪ Others dig a mystery ♪
♪ And magazines are in demand... ♪
( twonkies growling )
GRAYSTAR: ♪ With the decimal system ♪
♪ It's the kickingest in the land ♪
♪ Here we go... ♪
Way to go, Neutron!
Now every one of your stupid space creatures
has morphed into a feral beast.
We can't let them get Graystar.
Guys, guys, focus.
Carl, to the lab.
If it's a battle they want,
then a battle they're going to get.
( twonkies growling )
( punk song continues, twonkies growling )
♪ You don't need no dollar bills. ♪
Um... what do I have to do again, Jimmy?
It's simple, Carl.
As the twonkies approach the library,
we vacuum them into the containment bin.
Then we'll blast the bin to the comet.
How come Sheen never has to do
the dangerous town-saving things?
I haven't seen Sheen in hours.
We only have 30 minutes
until the comet passes by Earth for the last time.
Okay, just a few more ques... ( squeals ).
( song ends )
( snarling and growling )
What the...
Let's get out of here.
( snarling )
( snarling and growling )
Whoa!
The twonkies are still there,
but Graystar's gone.
They must have been...
Oh, it's too horrible!
This has gone far enough.
We're going in.
Vacuum to power.
Time to take out the tricks.
( snarling )
( twonkies snarling )
That's the last of the.
Whoo-hoo!
( all cheering )
You did it, dude.
Way to go.
Way to go, nerd bomb.
Hey, where's Graystar?
Uh... yeah, well, about that...
Is one of you kids named Libby?
Me! I'm Libby.
I can't believe you guys showed up.
Sorry about the rabid aliens attacking you.
I've seen worse.
We play at a lot of colleges.
You guys want to hear some music?
ALL: Yeah, yeah!
( rock music playing )
♪ There's something that I gotta say ♪
♪ Don't even try to walk away ♪
♪ For too long you've done the squawking ♪
♪ My friends have asked why I'm not walking ♪
♪ I just put on my coat ♪
♪ I'm going out now, in case you want to know ♪
♪ I'll peeling out now, run for cover... ♪
♪ You go one way, me another... ♪
♪ Now I've seen the light of day... ♪
♪ So long, Babe, I'm on my way ♪
♪ You stole my heart, and then my cash! ♪
That went off without a hitch.
And we still have 20 minutes
to send the twonkies back to the comet.
♪ You never cut me any♪
♪ I won't take any more... ♪
Jimmy, shouldn't we hurry and move the crate
before the twonkies go crazy again?
Don't worry-- the crate's made
of triple- reinforced steel.
It would take something a lot stronger
than a few music-crazed twonkies
to bust out of it.
Oh.
( deep growling )
Um... Jimmy...
( fierce roaring )
I said relax, Carl.
We'll deal with the twonkies
right after this song.
But Jimmy...
I hate where this is going.
( growling )
That's the same type of monster
I saw on the comet!
( growling fiercely )
Not again!
This gig stinks.
Run! Run! Run! Run!
( growling fiercely )
The monster is just a conglomeration of twonkies.
The one on the comet didn't care about the rocket at all.
He was trying to destroy the rocket's radio.
Um, Jimmy,
if you're done talking to yourself,
we have a situation here!
There's nothing I can do.
This monster is impervious
to every weapon I've got.
( roaring )
Shall I do the honors?
Be my guest.
Run for your lives!
( all screaming )
( roaring )
Hey, Jimmy.
Sheen, where have you been?
Working through some self-esteem issues.
Who's the big scary guy?
You mean, you don't know?
All the twonkies turned evil and banded together
to form one big monster after hearing music.
What? That's impossible.
My twonky's still small and cute,
and I've been singing to him all day.
You have?
And he doesn't morph?
No, he happens to love my voice.
Unlike you philistines, e tu, Jimmy.
Sheen, take me to him right now.
I don't know.
My room's kind of messy.
I wasn't really expecting...
Now!
All right!
Dang!
Liversnap.
Liversnap!
You named your twonky Liversnap?
Yeah, I thought about naming him Mr. Cabbage Patch,
but then I thought to myself, that's a stupid name.
Hey, there he is now.
JIMMY: You're right.
He hasn't morphed.
Sheen, let me hear you sing.
Really? You mean it?
Yes.
Cool!
Should I kick it Afro-Cuban style,
or shall we take a stroll down Broadway?
Anything, anything.
Okay.
( clearing throat )
♪ UltraLord, UltraLord ♪
♪ Fighting crime with his ultrasword ♪
♪ He can fly! ♪
♪ What a guy ♪
♪ Watch the criminals ♪
♪ Wave bye-bye ♪
♪ Who's got electric booties ♪
♪ Loves his crime-fighting duties ♪
♪ And he's immune to cooties ♪
♪ His name is UltraLord! ♪
( snoring )
JIMMY: That's amazing.
Yep, and I never had one lesson.
You actually sing so badly,
the twonky perceives it as anti-music.
Instead of enraging him, it lulls him to sleep.
Well, I don't like to brag.
Hey!
Sheen, how would you like
your singing voice to be beloved
by everyone in town?
Hm... I don't know...
Okay.
Good, come on!
( roaring )
Not Sid's Sheet Music!
( roaring continues )
Not Krazy Mike's Pianos!
Not Dummies-R-Us!
Hey, what's that have to do with music?
Actually,
I threw that one.
( roaring )
He's heading this way!
( all screaming )
Look, up in the sky.
It's a bird.
It's a plane.
It's Neutron,
with that weird kid strapped to his hover car.
Start singing, Sheen.
You've got it, Jimmy.
♪ Totally singing ♪
♪ Right in your face ♪
♪ You smell like a monkey, a disgusting monkey ♪
♪ You're totally funky ♪
♪ Go take a bath! ♪
( roars less fiercely )
It's working.
Sing something else.
♪ Oh, I'm singing to a monster in midair ♪
♪ I'll be singing to a monster in midair ♪
♪ Oh, I'm feeling so d♪
♪ From the chorus I'm rejected ♪
♪ But I'm singing to a monster in midair! ♪
Okay, we're going to bring things down a bit
with one of my favorites,
and I hope it's one of yours, too.
♪ Home, home on the range ♪
♪ Where the frogs and the wolverine dance ♪
♪ And the cowboys they know no deodorant soap... ♪
♪ And the... ♪
( snoring )
CARL: It worked.
You did it, Sheen.
You want me to keep singing?
ALL: No!
All right! Dang!
This isn't over, people.
If we don't blast that monster back to the comet
in the next ten minutes,
he's stuck here for another year.
That's bad.
I'll have to sing whenever he wakes up.
That's worse.
Yes.
( snoring )
HUGH: Do you see that, Flippy?
Your brother Jimmy is a science genius.
Hugh,
that thing is not Jimmy's brother.
Shh! He has ears, you know.
Ow!
And they have splinters.
Remind me to sand his head later.
JIMMY: How long until the comet
enters Earth's orbit, Goddard?
30 seconds.
( snoring restlessly )
CARL: Oh-oh.
It looks like the monster's waking up.
Don't worry.
With my velvet voice, I could just
send it right back to slumberland.
Give me some of that popcorn.
I think we're ready to launch.
And liftoff in five,
four, three, two, one!
( roaring angrily )
His struggling's caused a disconnect
to the main thruster.
Sing, Sheen!
Right.
( choking and coughing )
Sing!
( choking and coughing )
( electronic voice ): Rendezvous window closing in 15 seconds.
( roaring )
I can trigger the thruster manually,
but I'll need a fire to provide the necessary heat.
Does anybody have 4.2 pounds of dried wood?
Sugarbooger?
Why are you looking at Flippy like that?
No!
( audio slowed down ) No...
( roars )
( audio slowed down ) No!
And liftoff!
( all cheering )
Whew! That was a close one.
Look, everyone!
It's Graystar.
Hey, gang-- just came to say good-bye.
Glad we could help save the day.
What? You didn't help.
Oh, didn't we?
No, Jimmy and Sheen captured the monster
after you guys drove off in your bus.
Look! Bigfoot!
Where?
( tires screeching )
Well, Sheen, it looks
like this town owes you a big debt of gratitude,
and I think I know just how to repay it.
♪ Oh, we've got books for miles ♪
♪ To bring you tears and smiles ♪
♪ At our brand-new library. ♪
And solo.
( no sound )
( chorus and crowd ch)
( all cheering )
Well, everything's back to normal.
Yeah.
Still, I can't help feeling
that we forgot something.
( coughing weakly )
( squeaking )
Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH access.wgbh.org
So what do you want me to say now?
JIMMY: Got to blast!