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 )
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JIMMY: Microspace, the final frontier--
billions of particles pulsing like a pan-dimensional chalupa,
and it's all right here
in my trusty jar of unstable molecules.
( sniffs )
Mmm...
Fresh from the accelerator.
Uh, Miss Fowl, I have a question.
Who cares?!
Yeah, you're cutting into our personal time.
Put a sock in it, she-harpies.
I'm doing this to help us understand science.
I've even prepared a demonstration
of the strong and weak nuclear forces.
I am the weak force.
But I'm learning to be more assertive.
Help us, please.
Actually, Jimmy, I was going to skip that new chapter.
It has a lot of big words
which could damage the self-esteem
of our less-advanced students.
( clucks raucously )
What?! But that chapter's vital to our comprehension
of an ever- expanding omniverse.
Big words-- they hurt!
They hurt!
Well, we could study the new science chapter...
or we could make macaroni sculptures.
( students cheer )
Sleep with the fishes, stupid hat.
I'm going to make a rigatoni llama.
But guys, molecules-- see how shiny?
Look at them bounce.
I've had enough of you.
Give me that stupid jar!
Don't shake it!
Unstable molecules are highly...
unstable!
( screaming )
My rigatoni, no!
( grunting )
Big molecules-- they hurt!
They hurt!
Stay calm.
They'll lose energy pretty quickly.
There's nothing to worry...
( grunts )
Leaping leptons...
( groans )
I actually enjoyed Jimmy's demonstration.
Yeah, Neutron, let's do this again real soon.
( groans )
I wonder if they made Einstein do macaroni sculpture.
It's so frustrating.
If elementary school keeps holding me back like this,
I may never realize my true potential.
Holy Heisenberg!
MAN: I must say, Jimmy,
I'm impressed with your cheese ray.
Goddard, intruder alert!
Priority alpha.
J-J-Jimbo, relax.
We've got company.
My apologies.
I didn't realize your cheese trigger was so sensitive.
We were showing Dean Cain some of your inventions.
Dean Cain?
Yes, I'm head dean at the Pomona School for Advanced Physics.
Pomona SAP?
That's one of the most prestigious science academies
in the world.
Hey, Dean-o,
have you checked out Jimbo's antigravity disks?
Whoa...
Jimmy, Pomona's had its eye on you for a long time.
How would you feel about matriculating?
You want me to go away to college?
Sweet!
Go away?!
You mean move out?
But Jimmy's still a child.
A child who could win the coveted Moran Grant,
and Pomona needs that grant to finance
our new Silly Blinking Gadget Facility.
Well, I don't know.
What does your father think?
( yells )
It's a great opportunity.
Time for our little Jimbo to become a man.
Aw, can't I go, Mom?
I could work with my scientific peers.
Hawking, Crick...
And the guy who invented the light-clapping gizmo.
Ah, a true genius and a Pomona graduate.
Well, sweetie, if that's what you really want.
It's just that we'll miss you so much.
( Goddard whimpers )
Dean Cain, I'm in.
Looks like you've got yourself a new student.
Congratulations, Jimmy.
Can I keep the cheese ray?
I don't think so.
STUDENTS ( chanting ): With time-space equations
For every darn occasion
We calculate Pomona's great
Yay, Pomona!
And that is why a random quanta
is a well-balanced, iso-positive quanta.
ALL: Ooh...
Thank you, Seymour.
You certainly do know your basic particles.
Now, class, let's continue with our study
of Spingarn's rule of...
Sorry I'm late, everyone.
I blew a sprocket on my primary gyro.
You see, my jet pack's got a circuit board with...
Excuse me, Dean Cain,
but we're all well aware
of how a jet pack functions.
Quite right.
Just hang it up there with the others, Mr. Neutron.
( gulps )
By the way, everyone, I'd like to introduce
James Isaac Neutron.
Great to be here, guys.
I mean, really, totally awesome.
This school will be the funnest place ever.
( all laughing )
That was so lame.
Now, people, he may seem young,
but I feel Mr. Neutron's our best bet
to win this year's Moran Grant.
But Dean Cain, if anyone wins that grant, it will be I,
Seymour Nimelfarb, class president and official SGOC.
I'm aware of your smart-guy- on-campus status, Seymour.
Take a seat.
Now, then, who can name
the six basic types of quarks?
Ooh, ooh...
Hmm...
Neutron.
What the... I...
The six types of quarks are up, down,
bottom, top, strange and charmed.
Excellent, Mr. Neutron.
( students exclaim )
How dare that punk steal my scientific thunder?
I've got to find a way to slap him down fast.
Continue, Mr. Neutron.
Spingarn postulates additional bodies,
such as the very charmed quark,
the delightful quark,
the absolutely marvelous quark
and his favorite, the very, very, very naughty quark,
discovered in 1982.
Impressive, Mr. Neutron.
Very impressive.
( screaming )
No!
James, stop this crazy thing!
My jet pack!
It must have flipped another gyro.
Better use my tractor beam ray.
( thud ) Owie.
( all gasp )
I'm sorry.
I don't know how my jet pack got out of control.
Young man, you'd better not let this happen again.
ALL: Yeah!
Rough first day, Jimmy?
Anything I can do to help?
Thanks, Seymour, but I'm sure it'll be okay.
The scientific community is known
for being both supportive and nurturing.
Ow!
I miss my old school.
( softly ): Clueless little dweeb.
I'll have him running back to Mommy inside a week.
That's right, little fleas, welcome to your new home--
Cirque du Flea and Neutrono.
Oh, Hugh, I know you miss Jimmy,
but this is no way to compensate
for his being gone.
I'm not compensating.
It's always been my dream
to have a flea circus.
Oh, look at them.
I think I'll call you Jimbo.
You can be the Jimster.
Oh, and you are definitely Jimjamarino.
( growls )
I know it's hard, sweetie,
but maybe we could visit Jimmy next week.
Nope, no, sir, no.
He's a college man now.
We've got to show that we trust him.
This is no time to get emotionally clingy!
Honey, you're flooding the flea tank--
they're drowning! What?
No!
How much loss can one man endure?
Why am I so itchy?
( footsteps approaching quickly )
Sorry I'm late...
again.
I couldn't find the lockers,
and the computer students
dunked my head in the toilet... again.
Just find a lab partner, Mr. Neutron.
Hey, uh, want to partner up?
Oh, please--
forget it, jet-pack boy.
Not in a million ice ages.
Sorry, no room at the table for your giant head.
( class laughing )
My get-rid-of-Neutron plan is working perfectly.
Now to make him really squirm.
Oh, Jimmy, I'll be your lab partner.
Oh, really?
Thanks, Seymour.
What are fellow scientists for?
Need help with your chloride solution?
That's okay, it's just some free radicals, an ion for taste
and just a hint of tahini sauce.
( sniffing )
What is that odor?
Neutron, bring your beaker up here.
It's just a chloride solution.
Really?
It smells bitter and more volatile like a...
Oh, what's the phrase I'm looking for?
Like a quick-freezing nitride solution?
Dean Cain, look out!
( Cain grunts )
( explosion )
( students scream )
Neutron!
STUDENTS: Boo!
Uh, sorry, everybody.
My bad--
it can happen to anyone, right?
Boo!
I hate it here.
HUGH: Rest in peace, little fleas.
Everything's all right now...
because I got a brand-new box of fleas in the mail!
You shall not have died in vain.
So you see, we want to go to college with Jimmy
to support him in his bold new adventure.
Yeah...
Plus we're very bored and lonely.
We have no lives.
Boys, that's very sweet,
but it would take a lot of studying
to get into Pomona.
We've watched every college movie ever made.
I think we've got the moves down.
Hey, what's up?
Food fight!
Yow!
My fleas!
Oh, no!
Don't worry, we'll get them.
Why?!
Merciful heaven, why?
( phone rings )
Hello.
Jimmy, darling!
Hold on.
It's Jimmy, everyone.
We've got to pretend we don't miss him
so he doesn't worry about us.
Yeah, Mom, everything's great here, too.
They moved me to a great new room.
It's... great.
It's great here, too, sweetie.
Carl and Sheen are playing with Goddard.
( yells )
We don't miss you a bit!
Nope, we sure don't.
And your father is all caught up in his... hobbies.
Jimbo, cut that out.
Jimjam, shoo, I mean it.
Oh...
Well, Mom, I should probably get going.
Yeah, I love you, too.
Bye.
( phone beeps off )
Great... they hardly miss me.
( sobbing )
SEYMOUR: Hello, Jimmy.
How's work on the Moran Grant coming?
Oh, hi, Seymour.
Not too good.
I've been trying to make progress
with my unstable molecules,
but they're still too unpredictable.
Unstable molecules?
That sounds quite... promising.
But I just can't seem to focus.
It would be a lot easier around here
if people accepted me the way you do.
Jimmy, you're... very unpopular,
but I think I know a way to fix that.
You do? How?!
You'll have to do exactly as I say.
But I warn you, the cost could be horrible, terrifying.
Stronger men than you
have run screaming to their mothers.
Not me.
I'm in this for the long haul.
I'll do anything.
Really?
( all chanting ominous-sounding nonsense words )
Let me rephrase the word "anything."
( all continue chanting )
No... no!
( screaming )
( chanting ominous-sounding nonsense words )
SEYMOUR: Let the ritual begin!
Uh, does this ritual include bathroom breaks?
Because I really need one right now!
Halt!
( shouts )
Jimmy!
What are you doing?
I took a big chance getting my frat
to accept you into Pi Rho Omega.
I appreciate that, but I should get back to my closet.
Lots to do-- lay out the rat traps, disinfect stuff...
Once you've completed the ancient rite,
you'll be one of the "in" people.
Everything will be smooth sailing.
I'm sorry, Seymour-- you're right.
Let's do this.
( ominously ): James Isaac Neutron.
( gulps loudly )
Step forward!
Do you seek admission
into the secret fraternity of Pi Rho Omega?
( nervously ): Sure.
And do you swear, under pain of everlasting shame,
to submit yourself to our ancient laws?
I... I do.
( normally ): Okay, great.
Who wants lunch?
( others talking )
Wait a minute!
That's it? That's all it takes
to become a member of an ultra-secret college fraternity?
Yeah, except for the demeaning rites of initiation.
Wait a minute.
Who said anything about demeaning rites?
You swore to uphold our ancient laws.
If you back out, you'll be blacklisted
throughout the entire science community.
But I've been demeaned from the moment I arrived at Pomona.
What could be worse than what I've already been through?
I had to ask.
SEYMOUR: Okay, Jimmy, everyone's on lunch break.
Just a quick streak through the lab
and you'll be one of us.
But Seymour, there's got to be
an easier way to win the approval of my peers.
Enough jibber-jabber!
Let's see some streaking!
Oh, Dean Cain, I do hope you're not trying
to sway me into awarding the Moran Grant to your college.
Of course not, Mrs. Moran.
I just thought you'd like to end our little tour
by trying out the campus laser.
Oh, my!
I haven't fired a laser since I was a little girl.
I'm streaking!
( gasps )
Naked boy!
Neutron!
I'm dead.
I'm streaking and I'm dead.
Oh! Merciful heavens!
Oh... oh...!
Oh, my... oh!
Mrs. Moran, don't move.
I'll get the controls!
Oh!
Ooh! Oh!
( laser humming, powering up )
( coughing )
That's the last straw, Neutron!
You're expelled from this college!
What do you have to say for yourself?
Is there an extra pair of pants lying around?
Alas, poor Jimmy Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven and Eight.
I knew them well.
Come, come.
This mass funeral should be a happy occasion.
Yeah, Sheen and I have been practicing,
and I think we've nailed the moves
that'll get us into Jimmy's college.
And... kick it!
( '60s-style rock 'n' roll playing )
Yeah! This is an example of wild, nonstop college party!
Toga! Toga! Toga!
ALL: Toga! Toga! Toga! Toga!
What's a toga?
SHEEN: Next, the reckless,
poorly-thought-out Flurp chug!
CARL: Flurp! Flurp! Flurp!
Flurp! Flurp!
( belches loudly )
College is awesome!
And it kind of hurts.
Can I have a glass, please?
( phone ringing )
Hello.
It's Jimmy again.
Pretend to be happy.
Hi, sweetie!
How's college?
What?
Expelled!
But how?
I'd rather not go into it.
Could you send Dad to pick me up?
They confiscated my jet pack.
It's horrible.
He's been kicked out of college.
He wants to come home.
( all cheering )
JIMMY: My unstable molecule notes
have been ripped out of my notebook.
Hold on a second, Mom.
These are Seymour's prints.
What a jerk I've been.
Seymour was behind everything.
Now he's even stealing my idea.
Hello, Mom, could you put Carl and Sheen on, please?
JIMMY ( over phone ): Guys, I need you both
to come to my college right away, and bring Goddard.
There's been a slight change of plan.
He needs us!
But more importantly, we're going to college!
GODDARD, CARL AND SHEEN: Toga! Toga! Toga! Toga!
Um, are togas edible?
SHEEN: I think we're alone.
Let the wild college party begin!
( rock music playing )
JIMMY: Sheen, shut that off!
( music stops )
I think it's safe
to deactivate the invis-o-shield.
It's hard to shake your booty when you can't even see it.
SHEEN: Hey, Jimmy, aren't those
your unstable molecule thingies?
CARL: Like the ones in class the other day.
JIMMY: Only a thousand times worse.
Seymour's made some dangerous changes to my design.
These molecules will vaporize anything they touch.
But they won't get the chance
once I've made some improvements.
Ready with the toilet paper, guys?
Awesome!
My very first college T.P.-ing.
Aw... does somebody need a hug?
Back off.
Okay, instead of firing molecules,
this gizmo's going to launch T.P. torpedoes.
That'll teach Seymour to mess with me.
SEYMOUR: This way, everyone.
I've set it up in the lecture hall.
JIMMY: Someone's coming.
Abandon the mission.
DEAN CAIN: This special demonstration of yours better be good, Seymour.
It is, Dean Cain,
so good that Mrs. Moran will have to award me with the grant.
Behold-- my unstable molecule machine.
Oh, how very nice.
What does it do?
It harnesses the ultimate power
in annoying, high-bounce particle technology,
power which you're about to see right now.
CARL ( giggling ): That tickles.
Ow! Hey, that's my scapula.
Stop!
( screams )
The naked boy!
Seymour, your machine field density is
completely out of phase.
This could kill everyone!
He seems to know an awful lot
about your invention, Seymour.
No, he doesn't.
It's my machine!
I created it and I'll prove it.
( machine banging )
Oh!
( banging )
( molecules whizzing )
Whoa! Aah!
No!
( shouts )
Oh, my... oh, my!
No! My purse!
Oh, isn't this impossible?
Okay...
( shouting )
I hate to say I told you so, Jimmy,
but this stuff wouldn't have happened
if you'd just stick to macaroni sculpture.
Macaroni sculpture, of course!
That's what I said!
I might be able to glue them to an adhesive surface.
If only I had some art paste.
I always carry some in my pocket.
( molecules whizzing )
I don't have a problem.
This carbon shielding is designed to neutralize
the molecules' explosive properties.
Catch, guys!
Oh, my word!
Oh!
Heavens!
( grunting )
( screaming )
Voilà!
Instant molecule sculpture.
Mine looks like a beautiful butterfly.
Or Jimmy's mom.
James Isaac Neutron!
You've saved us all.
I hereby un-expel you.
Hooray!
Good job, Jimmy!
All right, Jimmy!
Whoo!
Naked boy, I've misjudged you.
In honor of your achievements,
I hereby award the coveted Moran Grant
to the Pomona School of Advanced Physics.
( both cheering )
All right, Jimmy!
SHEEN AND CARL: Toga! Toga! Toga!
Toga! Toga! Toga...
But you, Seymour Nimelfarb, are expelled
for obviously pilfering another student's work.
Is this going to go on my permanent record?
Dude-- T.P. fight!
Come on, hey!
I don't even know you guys.
Stop it! Ooh!
Jimmy, you've shown that you have
what it takes to be a Pomona man.
In fact, I'm considering you for a professorship.
Thanks, Dean Cain, but I think
I'm going back to my old school.
( stammering )
I realize now that my school's lame curriculum
inspires me with some of my best ideas.
Well, I'm disappointed, Jimmy, but I respect your decision.
Is there anything we can do to show our gratitude?
Ooh! Ooh!
( whispering )
Well, I never actually got the chance
to attend a wild, nonstop college party.
Done!
Kick it!
( rock 'n' roll playing )
You dance divinely for an old broad.
I still want to know what a toga is.
In ten years, I think I could get used to this.
Mom, Dad-- I'm home!
Jimbo! Good to have you back!
Guys, I appreciate you trying to make me feel at home,
but there's no need to throw a wild college dance party.
Oh, we're not dancing, son.
Your father dropped another box of fleas onto the rug
and I want them all picked up now!
But, Sugarbooger, they were all born free--
as free as the wind blows.
Ah, Goddard, it's great to be home.
Oh!
Hey! Hey!
( all shouting and complaining )
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( saying "Hi, I'm Paul" backwards )
JIMMY: Got to blast!