Gotta Blast!
♪ Into the stars, goin' by Candy Bar's ♪
♪ Rides a kid with a knack for invention ♪
♪ With a super-powered mind, a mechanical canine ♪
( barks )
♪ He rescues the day from sure destruction ♪
♪ This is the theme song ♪
♪ For Jimmy Neutron. ♪
( mechanical whirring )
( barking )
( yells )
Captioning sponsored by NICKELODEON
Okay, listen up.
Time to choose up sides for B-ball.
Okay, I'd like all the short kids...
to get the heck out of the way
while I pick all the tall kids.
I'll take Stretch.
Um... Long John.
Abnormally Tall Bob.
Um... Lengthy Lou.
Oh, man-- bottom- of-the-barrel time.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Shine.
Yes! I am so not the last guy.
SAM: Carl-- for comic relief.
Bless you much.
Ugh-- Neutron.
Ah, cheer up, Jimmy.
Hey, after the game, you want to come over
and watch Wizard of Oz?
I love those little Munchkins.
What? What'd I say?
Man, you dinky guys are so touchy.
You guys have no idea what it's like to be the short guy.
It's like... it's like...
You're not going to sing, are you?
It's just that all this week
it's been open season on short guys.
You should go to our teeny-weeny little tyke section.
They have shorts with your favorite
cartoon characters on them.
Okay, all the little shorties down front.
That means you, Neutron.
( kids laughing )
KIDS: Neutron shorty.
Don't let them laugh at you, Neutron.
Stand up and face them like a man.
He is standing.
( laughter )
NICK: Pass, pass-- I'm open.
You're right, Jimmy.
Tiny people are a drain on our society.
That wasn't my point at all.
You weren't even listening.
It's hard to hear you from all the way down there.
Try shouting next time.
Don't let it get to you, Jim.
I mean, think of all the famous short people:
Napoleon, President John Adams, Frodo.
Forget it.
I don't want to play basketball.
Let's get out of here and go to Retroland.
Excellent idea.
You can forget your troubles
and we can go on the brand-new ride...
JIMMY, SHEEN, CARL: The Vomitorium!
"Do not go on this ride
if you have a bad back, bad neck or hate puking."
Sorry, small fry, you got to be as tall as me to ride this.
Did you just call me "small fry"?
Yeah, small fry-- what are you going to do about it?
The straw that breaks the camel's back.
What camel?
So, I got to be as tall as you, right?
Sheen, where's the camel?
Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom!
( slowed voice ): No!
( all three scream )
( laughs foolishly ): Well, this doesn't happen every day.
Hey, what's going on? I'm small.
I hope that camel doesn't step on us.
( crash )
I hope that's ice cream.
What are we going to do?
I know, I know.
We'll find a bunch of rats,
learn to ride them and put on a rat rodeo.
We'll make millions!
No! I've got to get back to the lab
and make a resizing ray, fast.
Everybody on Goddard.
What about me?
Take me with you.
Sorry, you have to be this tall to ride my dog.
The shrink ray hit everyone in Retroville.
Hey, I'm the same size
as my UltraLady action figure.
I could date her.
Goddard, go to my house! Go, go!
You can't date her, Sheen.
She's UltraLord's fiancée.
They've been engaged for 12 years.
He has a problem with commitment.
Well, I don't approve.
Deal with it!
I really need to expand my circle of friends.
Jimmy, did your shrink ray affect birds, too?
No, just humans.
Birds and animals remain normal size.
Oh... then that cute, normal-size bird
is about to eat us!
( all scream )
( crying )
( whooping )
This is a nightmare.
How am I going to clean this house if I'm six inches tall?
I know, these are dark times, Sugarbooger.
But look on the bright side.
We finally got a jumbo-size TV.
JUDY: James Isaac Neutron,
are you responsible for this?
You know, Mom, we could waste precious time assigning blame.
Jimmy!
Kind of.
Hugh, speak to your son.
Mom, Dad, don't worry.
I'll have you normal-sized again before you know it.
No hurry, just take your time.
Why don't you ask
your non-geniusy friends to help you out?
Goddard, do an air- to-ground assessment
of the situation and report back.
( barks )
( loud growling )
( all scream )
J-J-J-Jimmy, what do we do?
Try not to look like fire hydrants.
( snarling )
ALL: Aah!
( snarling )
Carl, remember when you took ventriloquist lessons?
Yeah?
Oh, I love ventriloquism.
I got an idea.
Maybe Carl can do a little show for us before we get eaten!
Finished?
Yeah.
Carl, can you throw your voice
and sound like Cindy to distract the dog?
CINDY: Neutron!
Great job.
It wasn't me.
Cindy, call off your stupid dog.
Not until you make me normal, Neutron!
I'm a scientist, not a miracle worker.
Just do it, Albert Idiotstein.
I'd be glad to if there wasn't a giant dog in the way.
Humphrey, down.
CARL: Oh, wow, that was close.
Now listen, Neutron, you better...
VOICE: Cynthia Vortex!
Come over here and help your mother
clean up Humphrey's extremely large poopy poo-poo.
Ooh... just make us big, Neutron.
( Sheen and Carl straining )
SHEEN: Know what's great about this?
What?
Nothing!
Mmm... ( munching )
Mmm!
( loud slurping )
( burps loudly )
( shouts; clunk )
Hey, look, I'm a stupid mime.
Sheen, you know how I feel about mime bashing.
Hey, Jimmy, how long you think we're going to be small?
As long as it takes me to build another resizing ray.
In the meantime, everyone in Retroville
will just have to go on with their lives.
Hmm... I wonder what that will be like.
MISS FOWL: Good morning, students.
I'm going to pass out today's quiz.
( Sheen screams )
Whoa!
( yells )
( splat )
♪ Da-da, da-da, da-da, da, da. ♪
What are you looking at, punk?
♪ Da-da, da-da, da-da, da, da. ♪
( music throbbing )
( blows whistle )
( all yell )
( whistles nonchalantly )
TV ANNOUNCER: Good evening-- our story tonight:
Local genius and pain in the butt Jimmy Neutron says
his shrink ray will be completed tomorrow morning.
An anxious Retroville waits to get big.
( piano keys sound )
Whew, thank goodness this will be over tomorrow.
Hey, pretty lady, how's about knocking off early
and coming with me?
Oh, Hugh!
Whee!
So, where are we going?
The drive-in.
GIANT ( on TV ): Don't let my size frighten you.
LITTLE CREATURE: Help, help, let me go! I don't want to die...
( alarm ringing )
Travoltron, the next time we rob the Venus National Bank,
don't wave at the security camera.
I can't help it.
I'm just so good-looking.
Go to hyper-thrust, fool!
I can't-- Zix traded in our thrusters
for a box of them Plutonian swimsuit magazines.
Swimsuit magazines! What's with you, fool?
I happen to read them for the articles.
Now, hold on while we lose them in one of these star systems.
Tee, what's the nearest M-class planet?
TEE: Earth.
Earth?
Yeah, fool, Earth!
Earth it is.
Good-- we'll hide out here.
See if there's anything worth stealing...
Hey-- look at the cute little people.
Let's go out and squish them.
Squish them yourself, fool.
I'm going to make me a people pie!
As usual, I have a better idea.
All we've got to do is capture these little creatures
and then... ( whispering )
Hey, why are you whispering?
It's more dramatic.
( crowd murmuring )
JIMMY: Citizens of Retroville,
prepare to return to your normal size.
It's about time.
Yeah, make us big, yeah.
ZIX: They're absolutely adorable.
Prepare to suck them into the holding bins.
Sorry, UltraLady.
Perhaps someday society will let people and action figures
follow their hearts.
Initiating enlargement sequence.
One... two... ( loud pounding )
May we crash this party?
( all gasp )
This is mine.
This would look beautiful in my ma's den.
Attention, please.
You are all our prisoners.
To save time, I suggest you don't run around screaming
and make us chase you.
( all scream )
No one ever listens.
Get 'em!
( citizens of Retroville screaming )
( vacuum whirring )
SHEEN: In here.
How long do you think we can hide in here?
( pounding footsteps )
Hey, those are the aliens
that tried to steal our astro-rubies
and almost killed us.
SHEEN: I can use the UltraLord mind control on them.
Sheen, no!
You don't need to look in this box!
These aren't the kids you're looking for!
Move along!
This talking lunch box is creeping me out.
I'm just going to move along.
JIMMY: I don't believe it.
Ha-ha, got you, monkey boy.
Feel the power of UltraLord.
UltraLord!
I probably shouldn't have done that.
( all screaming )
Hey, I got them.
( Jimmy screams )
You were bigger the last time I saw you...
but not much.
How would you all like to take a nice, long, terrifying trip?
Depends.
Will we get any souvenirs?
Will we have to go to any boring museums?
( lid slams shut )
Will I have to sit next to Carl?
( humans calling for help )
( pounding and screaming )
( screaming and crying )
Young man, you are inhuman.
Hush your mouth, old woman.
I pity humans.
Does your mother know you're doing this?
No, but when she gets out of prison, I'll tell her.
Well, we can all thank our favorite boy genius
for getting us into mortal danger again.
At least we can say we had an exciting childhood.
Hey, look-- it's the old McSpanky's burger joint
that we used to work at till you shot it at the sun, Jimmy.
They've turned it into a spaceship.
It's okay, our worries are over.
We're rich!
I bet they dissect us like frogs.
Maybe they're going to make us into pets.
Or train us to ride rats in a rat rodeo
and travel the galaxy for fame and fortune.
Hmm, not a bad idea, but too late.
You're on your way to the third nebula,
where you'll be sold to local alien children as toys.
ALL: Toys?
I am not a toy.
I am a human being, and I'm not going to be sold to anybody.
( aliens laughing )
I think you are.
Sorry, we got so caught up in the piles of money
you're going to make us that we forgot to ask your opinion.
Yeah, that was so thoughtless.
Why can't I eat one?
That one looks nice and juicy.
Please don't eat me-- I'm not nice and juicy.
Well, I am nice, but I'm not juicy.
Well, maybe I am, and with a little salt and pepper...
No eating the merchandise.
Prepare to blast off.
Hmm, I guess I could be a toy.
How does this sound?
( in toy voice ): My name is Carl, and I want to play with you.
That's a ten on the creepy scale.
Well, if we're going to be toys,
let's be the best darn toys ever.
Dad, you want some alien kid dressing you up
and feeding you and bathing you and putting you to bed?
No, that's your mom's job.
Look, we're going to be toys,
so let's sell our story and get a TV movie out of it.
Who's with me?
( as pirate ): Argh, I am, me bucko.
Listen to me.
We are not going to be toys.
If there's one thing I hate, it's a toy with a bad attitude.
Forget it, kid, you're never going back.
( sniffles )
Good-bye, Earth.
Good-bye, trees and grass and cartoons and doughnuts and...
Don't forget llamas.
( cries out )
Three... two... one...
Wait a minute, we can't go!
I think I left the sprinklers on.
Blast off!
HUGH: The water bill is going to be huge.
Well, boys, the loot is safely locked away
and we're off to get paid.
Oh, yeah-- we're going to be rich.
Now I can marry Boofunka
and her old man can kiss my photon receptors.
And I can finally open up that dress shop.
We have to get out of here and take control of the ship.
That's impossible.
What can we little squirts do?
You'd be surprised.
( grunts )
That reminds me of something.
Oh, the time you got your head caught in the trash compactor.
Which time? The first? Second? The third?
Well, the 19th time was fun,
but that's the time I cried.
JIMMY: Since we're too minuscule for a physical assault,
we'll use psychological warfare.
Okay, by using found objects,
I can cobble together high-frequency microphones...
Go on.
An ultrasonic sound transmitter...
Yes.
And a compact battery subsystem.
You lost me at "okay."
JIMMY: We have to get them mad at each other.
By attaching these mini-transmitters to their heads,
we can pretend to be their conscience.
Yeah!
What's a conscience?
I know, I know!
It's a cute little cricket with a hat,
and he sings and hangs out with puppets.
Okay, no.
A conscience is the voice inside your head
telling you right from wrong.
Never heard of it.
Just say things to get them mad at each other.
I'll do Zix; you do Travoltron and Tee.
Zix, this is your conscience.
Why split the money with those two inferior boneheads?
It was your idea-- you had the brains.
So true it hurts.
Hi, Mr. Alien Man, I am your conscience.
Hey, cool-- voices in my head.
Um, Zix-- he thinks you're a jerk.
And you have stinky feet and you're ugly
and I bet he's not even going to get you a birthday present.
No birthday present?
For the last time, Travoltron,
I do not want a manly hug.
Oh, yeah?
How about a knuckle sandwich,
you no-present-giving casazich!
What? That's not even a word.
Get back to the controls.
How about you make me?
I don't think you can make me, can you?
Testing, testing.
One, two, three.
Can you hear me? Hello?
Mama?
No, this is your conscience.
My what?
Some kind of bug that crawled inside your head
and busts you when you do something bad.
Hmm, you're a bug? In my head?
Go over and beat up those other guys.
They think you're dumb.
What?
Thanks for the tip, bug in my head.
ZIX: Let go!
I think I'm in control now.
Listen up, chumps-- you think I'm dumb?
I got three fingers that says otherwise.
( pounding and grunting )
Get ready!
Stop!
My eye.
Can't you see that this senseless fighting
is tearing us apart?
You're right-- I hate it when we argue.
Mmm, got a deep love for you fellas-- brother love.
It's not working.
But I still think Tee is as dumb as a post.
Why, you... get your face over here!
Now!
( all three shout )
Dad, close the pod.
Let us out of here this instant, you little squirts!
Hey, these little squirts just kicked your alien butt.
Beaten by six-inch earthlings.
I knew we should've ate them.
Set course for Earth.
Fire rocket blasters.
Libby, a little traveling music.
( rhythmic dance jam begins )
JIMMY: We're going home.
( applause and cheering )
Ladies and gentlemen,
I think we've all learned something in the past few days.
Size is not important.
It doesn't matter if you're big or if you're small.
So be happy with who you are.
( cheering and whooping )
For saving the citizens of Retroville from a life as toys,
we award the Retroville trophy of honor
to James Isaac Neutron.
( cheering )
Whoa, whoa, whoa, time out!
May I just remind everybody this was all Neutron's fault?
Ooh, the loud girl has a point.
Chainsaw.
( saw buzzing )
For reminding us that this was all Jimmy's fault,
we present half of the Retroville trophy of honor
to Cindy Vortex.
( crowd cheering )
I now pronounce you UltraLord husband and UltraLady wife.
Kiss the bride.
Honeymoon, honeymoon, honeymoon.
And triplets.
Congratulations, and may I say what beautiful babies?
This baby going to hurt you, fool-- hurt you bad!
This is totally embarrassing.
I am not a baby.
( crying ): I'm a ruthless intergalactic mastermind.
I think someone needs a nap.
( lid slams shut )
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BOTH: Hi, we're Paul.
JIMMY: Got to blast!