Got to blast!
♪ Into the stars, goin' 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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Welcome to planet Schmengy... uh, again.
Don't worry, Jimmy.
I know where I left my UltraLord last week
when I was using the facilities.
Why not buy a replacement, Sheen?
Carl, every UltraLord is precious in a different way.
I think I left him under that smelly rock.
Huh? This wasn't here last week.
Interesting.
Carl, scrape me a sample.
Me?
Don't worry, I'll be monitoring
from a safe distance.
Oh, well, in that case...
Hah! There you are.
From now on, you go into the bathroom with me,
even if you are embarrassed.
CARL: Uh, Jimmy?
I think I put too much oomph in my scrape.
Don't worry, Carl.
I'm completely safe.
Well, yeah, but...
( both gasp )
What, do I have something on my lip?
Uh... don't worry, Carl.
Everything's going to be fine.
Are you kidding?
It's the most horrible thing ever!
Sheen!
It's hideous!
It's like a freak show!
JIMMY: Sheen!
Carl, we need to leave the cave...
You're going to leave me!
Sheen! Then we'll head back to Earth
at light speed or faster!
JIMMY: Hmm, the creature is made of energy,
but cooled and solidified
in a process both fascinating and completely gross.
Well, Carl, if you get pimples, who's going to know?
Uh, Jimmy, are you sure I can't look at it?
Uh, sorry, I don't have a mirror.
That's not true, you have...
Nope, I don't.
Be quiet, Carl.
I'm working on getting it off.
In the meantime, I'll help you blend into society.
Like so.
SHEEN: Oh.
How's that getting-it-off thing coming?
This should do the trick.
All right, it worked!
Wow.
Thanks, Jim.
Whew, that was a close one.
I could use a stiff shake at the Candy Bar.
Mmm, sounds good.
But you know what I really feel like?
( Carl gulping )
JIMMY: Carl, what are you eating?
Well, I got this sudden craving
for a bowl of ice cream,
jalapeños, dill pickles,
strawberries, salmon and lard.
Yuck! Strawberries?
Why are you both staring at me?
Do I look fat to you?
No, no.
It just seems un... unhealthy.
( sadly ): I've always been on the heavy side
( sweetly ): but I think I'm jolly!
( angrily ): You shouldn't talk, big head!
( sweetly ): But we are what we are and that's fine with me.
That is the single coolest thing I have ever seen.
Back to the lab.
Do it again, Carl!
Back to the lab!
All right! You don't have to yell.
It's just what I thought: the strange appetite,
the mood swings, the glowing bulges.
Carl, I don't know how to say this,
so I'll whisper it to Sheen and he'll blurt it out.
Carl is pregnant?
What!
Well, sort of.
It's a living mass of energy growing inside you,
placed there by the alien
that was on your face.
It happens all the time.
But I can't support an alien child.
I don't even have a job.
Will you guys excuse me?
I need time to think.
This is so cool.
Carl, when the alien is old enough,
can I take it on a rampage of wanton destruction?
If you're both back before dark.
Man! You already talk like a parent.
Chile pancake?
Clam ball?
Pork brownie?
JIMMY: Good news, Carl.
I know how to solve this without harming either of you.
Why are you nodding no?
I've thought about it, Jim.
If it's a boy, I'll name him Schmengel
and if it's a girl, Schmengetta.
I want it to retain its alien heritage.
What?!
Yes! I'm going to be an uncle!
Is there an Alien Uncle's Day?
( doorbell rings )
Mr. Wheezer, hi. Is Carl...
Dead? No, he's here.
We're preparing for the pitter-patter of little, uh...
whatever the alien's mode of locomotion will be.
Hi, Jimmy.
Carl, this is insane.
You need to come to the lab for tests immediately.
Hello, Jimmy.
Isn't this exciting?
We've always wanted grandkids.
Oh, we sure have.
Even if it's not so much a kid
as a sizzling mass of alien energy.
( laughing )
( fakes laughter )
( gulping )
Uh, Jimmy, does that little spark there mean
it's a boy alien?
I don't know!
Carl, aren't you worried?
This thing might feed off your insides or electrocute you
or grow until it splits you in half.
Yeah, kids can be a handful.
Hmm, this magnascope should be linking with the alien's energy,
but there's interference.
( shouts ): Is that a fat joke?
( laughs ): Because if so, it's pretty funny...
( sobs ): and very hurtful.
Oop, got to go.
The girls are throwing me a baby shower.
Bye-bye.
And stop looking at my calves!
( girls all chattering )
CARL: Oh, a jumper with six legs!
( girls exclaim )
Huh, is that cute or what?
We also got the 20-leg expansion pack
in case it's born with more.
If it's a legless mass of energy, I saved the receipt.
Oh, thanks, gals.
I should have been implanted with an alien growth long ago.
Okay, game time.
First we're going to play diaper-baby-around-its-tail!
( all chatter at once )
It may not have a tail,
but it can't hurt to practice.
Carl, I've got the magnascope to link with the alien
with no harm to it or you.
Um, thanks, Jimmy, but I'm in mid-shower.
Carl, you're in danger, and the last thing you need
is to be fawned over by a bunch of girls.
Who wants clotted cream with their scones?
Uh... this is much more masculine than it looks.
Nerdtron, you're not an authority on babies
just because you are one!
Sorry, I'm trying to prevent my friend
from becoming a smoldering pile of slag.
Would you pass the scones?
Why, I'd be delighted.
Fine!
If you need help sweeping up Carl's ashes,
I'll be in my lab.
Boy, he's in a bad mood, huh?
He's just jealous because I'm getting all the attention!
What other games do you have?
Hey, what's up with the lights?
SHEEN: Hey, Jimmy, wait up.
Holy Herculaneum.
It's made of the same energy as the thing inside Carl.
No! The alien monsters have come to punish us
for invading their planet!
A plan I was against, by the way.
JIMMY: No, it's looking for something.
Unless I miss my guess,
that's the mom of the alien in Carl, come to claim her baby.
Whoa.
Get the girls out of the house,
but keep Carl safe inside.
Got it: girls out, Carl safe.
This electricity bill is outrageous
and I won't pay it!
Ooh, I didn't know you were so strapped for cash.
Will you take a check?
My counselor was right.
All I needed to curb my anger was a hobby.
( sticks crash )
Okay, now I'm mad!
It's headed right for Carl.
If it only reduces him to smoldering slag, he'll be lucky.
Bye, see ya.
Thanks for coming.
But this is my house.
Don't be selfish, get out!
Sheen, what's going on?
Uh... it's time for your breathing exercises.
First you fill up your "diaphragum,"
then you empty your "diaphragum."
Soothing, isn't it?
Well, I guess...
( shouts ): Soothing, isn't it!
Yeah, yeah, it's very soothing.
That's it, come on.
It's working.
( panting )
And now it's time for calming visualization.
Picture a gentle lake nestled among the mountains.
The water is placid.
But what's that?
Something's in the lake.
It's the legendary hokey-pokey monster!
His gaze withers crops and turns soda to bleach.
Run!
Run from the hokey-pokey!
Save your soda! Save yourself!
( liquid splashes )
It's time.
Come on, just a little closer.
Stop, Jimmy!
Carl? Carl, get back.
Don't hurt her.
I know what she wants.
Bye, Schmengo.
I'll miss you.
Carl, that hug contained 10,000 volts of energy.
Wasn't it painful?
Saying goodbye to your kids
is always painful, Jimmy.
Hey, it looks the same as a month ago.
Don't desolate planets ever change?
Come on, guys.
( alien techno music playing )
BOYS: Happy Birthday, Schmengo.
Hey, don't I get a hug?
Don't forget your Uncle Jimmy.
Uh, no, really, it's okay.
Aah! Get away from me!
Carl!
Want some cake?
Yeah, a corner piece, please.
JIMMY: I'm not kidding!
JIMMY: You're in big trouble!
JIMMY: Happy Birthday, Great-Aunt Amanda.
You're looking more beautiful and less wrinkly every year.
No thanks to you!
Your gadgets and gewgaws have taken years off my life!
But, Aunt Amanda, Jimmy's gadgets
have saved the town dozens of times.
Sure. After he brought down a giant meteor
to destroy us all.
Or those evil aliens.
Or pants!
Horrible walking pants!
Which cousin are you again?
Now, now, Newt, Kari, Cousin Gomer, Cousin Annabelle...
( babbles )
and little Eddie-- let's not fight.
We've gathered together because we love our dear Aunt Amanda
and not because her fabulous wealth controls
our very destiny.
Yeah, can't we all just get along?
No!
Because of you, the Neutron name isn't respectable anymore.
Why can't you be nice like your friends?
Mmm, I've been waiting all year
to eat Aunt Kari's salt paddies.
And this year's 147-bean salad is the best one yet.
Oh, Hugh, maybe we should just go.
No, no, not yet, Mom.
I think I've found a way
to win Aunt Amanda over.
Say, Aunt Amanda,
you haven't unwrapped my present yet.
( rudely ): Huh, so I haven't.
Why, it's a barbecue spatula.
I know how much you love to barbecue.
That baby's got 17 electro-hydraulic attachments
and a back scratcher.
( all gasp )
I also brought a little something for everyone.
Who wants a cybernetic palm pager?
( all exclaim )
Well, Jimmy, this is very thoughtful.
It's too bad
your dear old granny couldn't be here to see this.
But she's in Reno, kicking butt at the slots!
( all cheer )
Aunt Amanda, may I freshen your cider?
( high-pitched whining )
If only that high-pitched whining
wasn't giving me a migraine!
High-pitched wining?
Oh, no!
Aunt Amanda, look out!
My bean salad!
No!
Goddard, expando-shield, quick.
( explosion booms )
( all gasp )
( cries )
Aunt Amanda, I'm sorry.
The tritium battery overloaded.
You little monster!
I knew you couldn't be trusted.
It's not supposed to do that.
I swear, it'll never happen again.
( high-pitched whining )
( cousins scream )
( explosion booms )
James Isaac Neutron, what were you thinking?
Nothing. I mean, it must have been sunspots.
You're a menace, young man!
( all grumble and shout )
Jimbo, get inside the house
before Aunt Amanda writes us out of the will.
But, Dad... Mom!
No buts, mister.
March!
And take that horrible dog with you!
( growls )
( whimpers )
Hey, Jimmy, are you okay?
Cheer up, Jimmy.
We brought Aunt Kari's famous migraine-inducing desserts.
We have a situation.
There is no reason those presents should have exploded.
Someone bombarded the spatula with delta waves.
Only a genius could come up with that plan
and the delta waves came from the backyard.
Do you realize what that means?
Uh, Jimmy, do you mind if we just keep eating?
It means there'sanother genius in my family besides me.
An evil genius.
That's horrible!
Hey, Sheen, you going to finish that Death by Gelato?
Yeah, okay, stop eating.
Sorry. Sorry.
Goddard, isolate the Neutron genius gene.
Compare the gene to DNA profiles of all adult family members.
Hmm.
The two most likely suspects would be
Cousin Gomer or Cousin Annabelle.
Okay, so what you're saying is
that one of them must only be acting dumb.
( belches ) Or crazy.
We've got to find out which one
before they make another attempt.
Right.
To the buffet!
What? I'm still hungry!
JIMMY: The coast is clear,
but I'm not allowed to go out.
It's up to you, Sheen.
I need a DNA sample from Gomer:
sweat, saliva, hair, anything.
Oh, man!
Why do I always have to collect fluids from the suspects?
Hey, Cousin Gomer.
Say, I'm kind of a sweaty guy.
How about you?
Want to Greco-Roman wrestle?
Maybe a quick 10K run.
I got my hand caught in the pickle jar.
Ping-Pong it is!
This way, Captain Clueless.
Now, for Cousin Annabelle.
Use the old Wheezer charm, Carl.
Or at least get her to spit on you.
Okay.
Oh, I've got to be right.
I've got to have order.
Hey, Cousin Annabelle.
( shrieks )
Don't sneak up on me!
I have senseless panic attack syndrome.
Uh... I'm allergic to wheat.
Oh, really?
Go away!
So...
do you like to... spit?
Oh! How am I supposed to separate
the round toothpicks from the flat ones
if you keep interrupting me?!
Okay, um... you have pretty hair.
Can I braid it?
Don't touch my head!
I have grooming- anxiety issues.
Now I have to wash.
Water! I need hot water!
But first I'll sort the toothpicks.
Wow, Cousin Annabelle's nice.
Is she seeing anyone?
Hopefully a therapist.
Let's find out if she's an evil genius.
JIMMY: No DNA match.
That leaves Cousin Gomer.
And if I'm right,
he may be the most dangerous intellect I've ever faced.
Gomer, we can't have a sweaty game of Ping-Pong
if you keep the paddle in your mouth.
( spits and mumbles )
( slurps, then gulps )
But this is how I serve my spit ball!
Success!
Yuck.
The charade is over, Cousin Gomer.
Charade?
I thought we was playing Ping-Pong.
I got his spit right here, Jimmy.
In seconds I'll have proof
that you tried to do away with the family.
What do you say to that?
Can you touch your head with your tongue?
I can.
( gurgling )
JIMMY: Negative?
That means Gomer's not the genius either.
I did that for nothing?
( boys gasp )
( laughs wickedly )
( in adult voice ): Haven't figured it out yet?
Cousin Eddie!
EDDIE: I had you barking up the wrong tree.
Maybe you ain't as bright as everybody thinks.
How could I be so naive?
I only checked the DNA of adults.
I never guessed that...
A baby could be as smart as you?
Heck, I'm smarter.
And I'm only 17 1/2 months old.
Wait till I hit puberty-- bah-bang!
( laughs )
Why'd you do it, Cousin Eddie, why?
For Aunt Amanda's money, Sheen.
Ding. We got a winner.
Now, think fast, nimrods!
Nothing can escape from my unbreakable fun rings.
You're a bad baby, Eddie,
and you've got a diaper full of evil.
Oh, what do we have here?
A tritium battery-- and a big one.
Eddie, no!
That battery could take out the entire family.
Duh! Jimmy, sometimes you're almost as dumb as Gomer.
There's match two, man!
Those rings will keep shrinking
until the life's completely squeezed out of you.
You adorable fiend!
Arrivederci, losers.
( laughs wickedly )
( growls )
( scatting ): ♪ Zappa du ba-ba, zappa du ba-ba. ♪
♪ Zap zap zappity bo-ba! ♪
It's time for Aunt Amanda's birthday cake, everyone.
Come on.
♪ Happy Birthday! ♪
♪ Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! ♪
♪ Happy Birthday... ♪
( all gasp )
Get down, everyone!
( all scream )
Too bad youdidn't know about Goddard's backup battery.
It's all over, Eddie.
Oh, you're going down, baby.
( grunting and groaning )
( all shriek )
All right, all right, break it up now.
Jimbo, we told you to stay in the house.
My baby.
This is the child you raised,
a vicious baby mauler?
Aunt Amanda, Eddie's an evil genius.
He was trying to blow everyone up
so he could get your fortune.
( in baby voice ): Goo.
He takes after her side of the family.
Hugh!
He may even be adopted.
He looks nothing like me.
There's that noise again!
I know, Aunt Kari, I reset Eddie's rattle.
It's programmed to overload.
( in adult voice ): Oh, poopy!
You broke my rattle!
You dweeby, no-good, pointy-headed,
weasel-faced freak!
Uh... I mean... uh...
( in baby voice ): Goo.
That baby's a bad seed.
It's Jimmy who's the good nephew.
( all cheer )
I'm so sorry little Eddie tried to destroy us all.
If I were you, I'd keep him on a baby leash.
Oh, no, not the leash!
I'll get you for this, Jimmy, you hear me?
This ain't finished, not by a long shot!
Hey, where's my juicy cup?
EDDIE: Where is the cup
that I can spill without spilling?!
Dad, our family is very weird.
It sure is, Son.
It sure is.
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So, what do you want me to say now?
JIMMY: Got to blast!