SHEEN: Come on, Jimmy.
We can't be late for Libby's birthday party.
She asked Graystar to play, and if I eat soon,
my cake-and-ice-cream sugar rush will coincide perfectly
with their first song.
Yeah, and I need to stake out a chair near the punch bowl
in case this year I want punch.
JIMMY: Cake and punch,
while essential for human life,
aren't nearly as exciting as this!
It's nice, Jimmy,
but I think someone already invented the arch.
This is not your average arch.
Behold!
SHEEN: Wow...
That looks like the future.
JIMMY: 15 years into Retroville's future,
to be exact.
Those jumpsuits are so slimming.
JIMMY: May I present
the Chrono-Arch,
a portal through time--
and this is just a general picture.
Using DNA tracking, I was able to locate
all three of our future selves.
First... the future Sheen.
( disco music playing )
JIMMY: Apparently you're a top male model.
It's front-page news
every time you change your socks.
I can't believe it--
I change my socks!
Now, the future Carl.
MAN: Carl, the llamas you breed
can survive underwater,
build homes for the needy
and filter out unwanted phone calls.
What's next for Carl?
Well, David,
I think you'll be surprised and delighted
by Carl's latest advances.
I know I was.
JIMMY: And now, yours truly.
And as the first scientist
to receive the Nobel Prize in bulk,
I would like to ask,
"Can somebody help me to my car with these?"
( audience laughing )
MAN ( laughing ): "Help me to the car!"
( audience laughter continues )
Wow!
The future used to fill me with fear and dread,
but now I can't wait for it.
We don't have to.
That was just view mode.
In travel mode,
we can step through the Chrono-Arch
and go to the future right now.
I'm sure the future me has one
and can send us back safely.
But Libby's expecting us at her birthday party.
Sheen, it's a time machine--
we'll go to the future
and return when the party's getting good.
Ow!
Careful, guys.
I've been experimenting
with my new chemical, megalomanium.
It makes anything it touches mad with power.
Ow!
Come on, let's go.
Well, can we drop our presents at Libby's first?
I took a wrapping class at the Learning Hut,
and I don't want my work to go to waste.
I'll get the hover car.
Can you wrap mine, too?
It's the essence of lavender over there.
Sure... ow!
Ow!
Flower, cut! Cut it out!
I'll cover you, Carl!
Grab the bottle and let's go!
Ow!
Ha!
You want a piece of me?
SHEEN: You want a piece...
( objects crashing; Sheen continues groaning )
I got it.
Ow!
( laughs )
Ow!
Let me out of here!
( doorbell rings )
ALL: Happy birthday, Libby!
Hey, guys.
Oh-- you brought me presents!
I'll take those.
I don't want you guys messing up
my highly organized system.
Party's in the backyard.
( whooping )
( whispering ): Um, are we supposed to tip her?
CINDY: I don't want your stupid money!
This party's going to be sweet.
Oh, yeah, the future.
Forgot.
Okay, gentlemen,
the Chrono-Arch is set for 15 years in the future.
Our arrival point: downtown Retroville.
This is going to be even more awesome than the party,
which is going to be awesome.
One... two... three...
go!
( chirping )
Jimmy, I think the future's broken.
I-I-I don't understand.
Yeah, I thought everything would be
cool and futuristical,
and we were all famous.
Hey, it looks like I'm famous.
JIMMY: I wonder why you're on a poster.
( alarms blaring )
( all gasp )
VOICE: What are you doing on the streets?
Don't you know Dance Gazebo is on?
Dance Gazebo?
Dance Gazebo.
It's required viewing by all subjects of Retroville.
Along with Dance Airport, Dance Grocery Store
and Dance Dance Hall.
Oh, yeah!
Uh, Dance Dance Hall... it's, uh, my favorite...
That was a test.
There is no Dance Dance Hall.
That's ridiculous.
I must report your crime
to her most terrible dictatorship,
so that she may pass an incredibly fair,
yet monstrously brutal judgment.
JIMMY: Libby?
Libby's the future dictator of Retroville?
Check her out.
Most people couldn't pull off
the future-dictator look.
Sheen, we have a situation here.
Don't worry, Jimmy, she's my main chica.
She'll totally go easy on us.
Your dictatorship, these youths stand accused
of failure to watch required programming.
What is their sentence?
100 years of hard labor.
How's that, uh, "She'll go easy on us" plan coming along?
I love it when she uses her tough voice.
( all screaming )
( sarcastically ): Oh, no,
you split up.
However will I catch you all?
My mom says we should trust policemen.
Did she specifically mention
giant, four-armed, robot policemen?
No.
Then keep running!
Goddard!
Escape plan 321.4A!
( Goddard barks )
Bank around for Carl and Sheen!
Resisting arrest, eh?
You're only making it worse for yourself.
What could be worse than 100 years of hard labor?
100 years of hard labor in old pudding.
Eww.
Goddard, we need thrust.
( barks )
Good boy, Goddard.
Oh, sure.
If I'd have done it, you'd have yelled at me.
And what could possibly have happened
to change the outcome of the future we saw earlier?
What did we do before we left?
Well, I woke up with a hollow feeling,
which went away after I ate plenty of bacon.
Uh, closer to our departure, Carl.
I'll play back this morning's lab footage.
CARL: Ow!
Flower, cut! Cut it out!
Ow!
If you'd have been there,
it wouldn't seem quite so unmanly.
JIMMY: Oh, no!
Carl, you grabbed the megalomanium!
I was under fire.
It was chaos!
Yeah.
Megalo who-anda-what-now?
JIMMY: The stuff that made the flower power crazy.
Libby must have opened it at her party,
and that's how she became an evil dictator.
We've got to get back to the past
and make sure she doesn't open it.
Uh, how will we get back
if we don't have an arch thingy?
Simple: we just visit the smartest guy in town.
( Goddard barks )
Wow.
Good to see the old clubhouse.
I wonder if the gum I buried is still here.
Hey, what do you know?
( cracking )
Mmm, fruity.
If your gum is here,
then my Chrono-Arch is bound to be
around somewhere.
Hey, the DNA scanner's gone.
Well, maybe this is a fingerprint analyzer.
( doorbell rings )
Wow, it has a pretty tone, almost like a doorbell.
Hi.
Um, are you Jimmy Neutron?
( with "surfer dude" accent ): Well, lookie here--
Me,Carl and Sheen from back in the day.
Come on in,
you're just in time for Dance Gazebo.
SHEEN ( softly ): I hate what he's done with the place.
Oh, can I offer you boys a Purple Flurp?
I just bought two new glasses, so now I have...
Let's see, carry the one...
three.
Um,
Future Me, I don't mean to be rude,
but it's kind of important that you take us down to my...
your lab.
Oh, the lab?
Oh. Well, uh...
Actually, funny story about the lab.
CINDY: Nerdtron!
Nerdtron, what are you doing?
You're supposed to be soaking my mother's feet,
and if it's not done every hour on the hour,
she experiences severe flaking!
Cindy, can you not call me Nerdtron...
now that we're married?
( distorted ): Married.
No!
( continues screaming "no" )
( gasping )
Wow, you just screamed for four minutes, Jim.
I'm both impressed and disturbed.
As I was saying,
I had to gut the lab so Cindy's mom could move in.
Her feet require constant care.
You could not imagine that a person's foot could be so...
Okay, I get!
What about the Chrono-Arch?
The Chrono-Arch?
Gosh, I think I lent it to Sheen a while back.
Well, we need to find it.
We're being chased
by a maniacal police robot.
He could show up at any minute.
( banging )
Boy, it's amazing what grocery stores will just throw out.
Look at all this month-old cabbage.
I'm even more incredible than I dared to dream.
Uh, Future Me?
I am you from 15 years in the past
and I would like to say it's an honor to...
Whoa, dude, you stink.
Duh.
That's because I'm a professional Dumpster diver.
I scale the insides of trash bins
and pluck the jewels within.
Cool!
Jimmy, this future is fine with me.
Well, not me.
Future Sheen, what did you do with the Chrono-Arch?
Ow!
Hmm...
Did I set it on fire and push it off a cliff,
laughing insanely?
I did that to something.
No!
Now we're trapped in this horrible time forever,
and I don't even have a toothbrush!
Oh, wait, yes, I do.
False alarm.
In the meantime,
I'll wake Carl, then whip those cabbages
into a slaw you'll never forget no matter how hard you try.
JIMMY: The Chrono-Arch!
FUTURE JIMMY: Oh, I remember.
Sheen gave it to Carl to sleep on.
He's got problems with his back.
And front.
And sides.
Hmm?
Did I miss the slaw?
Tell me I didn't miss the slaw!
Hey!
Someone gutted the fuse box and filled it with old cabbage.
That's right.
I pushed the refrigerator off the cliff
so I had to store the cabbage in there.
Future Me, we have to get this operational
before the police robot finds us.
The copbot?!
But I'm a wanted man!
Come on, Carl.
We'll stand guard outside.
If you hear us screaming and begging for our lives,
that means he's coming.
I'd love to help you fix it,
but Cindy's mother's feet require constant maintenance.
That's okay.
Sheen and Carl can take care of that, right, guys?
FUTURE JIMMY: I'll give it a try.
Hey, I know!
Let's scavenge parts from Goddard.
You still have Goddard?
Of course I do.
Goddard, come here, boy.
( barking hoarsely )
( coughs )
Goddard has lots of pieces that don't work now.
We can use those.
Then let's get started.
( grunts )
Think you can get away, eh?
Once he's started tracking, a copbot never loses the trail.
Uh...
( door closes )
( Carl whimpering )
( whimpers )
Yeah, I remember the first time I saw Mrs. V's feet.
Me of the future, why are you a wanted criminal?
For crimes of fashion.
Dictator Libby tells everyone how to dress,
but I cannot wear those shiny fabrics.
They make me chafe.
They don't breathe is the problem.
Yes!
Finally, someone who understands!
Come here, I'm not afraid to hug me.
( squeaks )
That's the last of the cabbage.
I've rewired the temporal circuits
and patched the quantum fuses with the time breakers.
When I throw this switch, it should work.
( humming )
JIMMY: Oh, no!
Its internal power source is dead.
What should we do?
Gosh, it's been a while since I fiddled with this kind of stuff.
Okay, let's see, uh...
Well, that's all I got.
Future Me, what happened to you?!
Has living in a dictatorship and being married to Cindy
made you forget your love of science?
You're right-- science used to mean everything to me.
Okay, I'll try.
Okay, think... think... think...
Brain bomb!
Uh, you mean "brain blast."
Uh, right, right.
Cindy's mother has a 2,000-decibel foot massager
in the basement.
If we can tap into its battery,
it might be enough to power the Chrono-Arch.
Way to go, Neutron.
FUTURE SHEEN: Hey!
Someone took my gum.
( Copbot chuckles )
This is going to be big.
I might even get upgraded to lieutenant-bot.
I wonder how long the memory of this will haunt me.
No!
( grunts )
This was a terrific idea.
Thinking it up felt good.
Thanks, Young Me.
You made me realize that my life is truly awful.
You're welcome, and with any luck,
you'll be able to fix everything.
You did great.
( Goddard barking )
The copbot's coming!
Is this the end of all Carls as we know them?
Quick, plug it in!
CARL: Whoa!
The arch is set for the moment we left in the past.
Come on, let's go.
FUTURE JIMMY: Good luck, guys.
Bye! Bye, everyone.
See ya, wouldn't want to be ya.
I am ya.
( screams )
Oh, darn, I meant to tell my younger self
a bunch of investment secrets so he'd become fabulously wealthy.
Oh, well, can't change the past.
Step aside, citizens.
I must pursue the fugitives.
Yeah? Well, you'll have to go through us.
ALL: Yeah!
Well, mostly them.
( gasps )
We made it!
To the hover car!
Ah! There really is no time like the present.
Whoa!
Whoa.
( both grunting )
Aha!
( Future Jimmy grunts )
Uh!
I am falling.
( grunts )
( guys cheering )
ALL ( disappointed ): Oh.
( whirring )
I'll deal with you three later.
Carl, mind if we move into the wall with you?
I'll make up the guest beds.
( clang )
Wow, Libby's party looks fun.
I wish we weren't in mortal danger.
Everything will be fine once we find my gift to Libby
and destroy it before she's exposed.
SHEEN: How hard can that be?
Carl,
did everyone take the wrapping class
at the Learning Hut?
We'll have to unwrap them all to find mine.
Cindy's system says this room is A through K,
so Jimmy must be here somewhere.
( growling )
SHEEN: Hey, this is my present--
Ultra Lady, from the highly hated episode,
"Ultra Lord Takes a Wife."
Wait, Sheen isn't between A and K.
The gifts must be ordered by last names.
Let's go to the next room!
Look, the birthday girl.
Okay, I can explain.
In the future, you're mad with power...
Oh, I'm mad all right!
( all screaming )
We'll explain all this to Libby after we save the future.
Right. I won't let my dear, sweet Libby
become a horrible dictator!
Although if she wants to wear the outfit, that's cool.
Guys, look.
Is this the place?
( squeaks )
( kids exclaiming )
Hey!
Hey, Tin Man, this is a private party.
Enjoy the punch...!
Okay, just stay low and maybe he won't...
I surrender!
I can't be on the lam my whole life!
I don't even like lamb-- it's too gamey!
COPBOT: Oh, look.
I am now authorized to use deadly force.
( clang )
Again, I fall.
Goddard! You saved us!
And take your dog, too!
Run!
( copbot grunting )
This is a flaw in my design.
Some boys can't hold their punch.
This isn't the best place to catch our breath.
What are we doing, Jim?
We're no match for the copbot,
but if we destroy the megalomanium,
the horrible future will cease to exist
and the copbot should disappear.
Party's over, boys!
LIBBY: Hey, everyone, Graystar's here!
Graystar!
My favorite classic oldies band.
( song begins with rapid guitar lick )
( rest of band joins in )
COPBOT: I love this song.
Wait here.
SINGER: ♪ ...Same thing like you never do ♪
♪ Well, I want to feel what's going on... ♪
It's a weird way to escape, but I'll take it.
♪ ♪ ♪
♪ Stay way too long ♪
♪ Dream about the things we've seen ♪
♪ All that you would make me be... ♪
Okay, we don't have time to unwrap,
so let's just start smashing.
GRAYSTAR: ♪ Wastin' all this time... ♪
( guys grunting )
Just for the record, I don't approve of any of this.
Whoo-hoo!
♪ Want to lift our mind... ♪
( plays throbbing guitar solo )
♪ Wastin' all this time... ♪
( guys grunting )
♪ Wastin' all this time... ♪
( guys grunting )
♪ Wastin' all this time. ♪
( band playing rhythm as song winds down )
( song ends )
( cheering )
Graystar rules!
Graystar!
Well, back to the nine-to-five.
Jimmy, we've destroyed everything
and the copbot is still here.
I don't understand.
Where's my present?
There you are.
I hope you're happy, Neutron.
Your stupid robot is out there wrecking the whole...
Wow. I had no idea you were so deranged.
Cindy, you've got to help us.
I need to find my gift to Libby.
I organized everything by the giver's name.
Yes, but where's mine?
You're under Z.
JIMMY: Z?
CINDY: For "zero."
I'll be angry about that later.
( both scream )
( all scream )
The megalomanium!
Goddard!
( barks )
COPBOT: You have the right
to remain silent-- permanently.
Oh, yeah?
Well, I've got a present for you!
( grunts )
( all cheering )
Jimmy saved the future!
That horrible dictator Libby will never plague us again!
Oh.
Perhaps I'd better explain.
You and your robot broke my house!
But...
Ruined my party
and destroyed my gifts!
But... but...
Get out!
But...
"And so, Libby, as stated in chapters four, eight and 37,
"I again say I am very sorry
"and hope this explanation will be sufficient.
"I also hope I can remain your friend.
Sheen."
LIBBY: It was 36.
Libby?
You apologized in chapter 36, not 37.
Oh, right.
Well, it's hard to think clearly
after writing for eight hours straight.
Sheen, you risked your life to make sure I stayed who I am.
That's the nicest gift anyone has ever given me.
Yeah, it is pretty cool, huh?
Plus you don't have to exchange it.
So, you want to go to the Candy Bar?
Sure.
Let's stop by my place first.
Meet me at the Candy Bar, Sheen...
after you clean my house!
( kisses )
That voice is seriously attractive.
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Paul?
JIMMY: Got to blast!