Got to 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 )
( barks )
( yells )
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SHEEN: UltraLord soars majestically through the sky
knowing he's made the world safe for Sheen-kind.
But wait, what's that?
I see wind blowing from the frozen layer of Dr. Lipbe.
UltraLord can't maintain altitude.
He's plummeting to the ground.
No!
Ouch!
( with Spanish accent ): Son, must you belt your father
with tiny flying men?
Sorry, Dad, but Flying UltraLord is all I have.
Swimming UltraLord is rusted
and Tunneling UltraLord suffered
a worm-related mishap.
I brought you here to learn air conditioning,
so that one day this company can be "Estevez & Son."
Air conditioning's boring.
If UltraLord needed cooling,
he would shoot freeze charges from his elbows
like in episode 212,
UltraLord versus the Cajun Chefs!
Here you go, son.
CARL: A paperclip sculpture--
wow, thanks, Dad!
You're the best dad in the whole world.
Here, son, an actual rotary coil
with the original grease.
No, thanks.
I only play with licensed UltraLord products.
I understand.
Hey, son, what do you say we knock off for the day
and play cards or checkers
or polish our shoes until the shine is blinding?
Uh, gee, Dad, uh,
I've kind of got homework to do, so...
JIMMY: Sheen! Carl!
Ready to see UltraLord Franchise Film Number 24?
It's the same as UltraLord Franchise Film Number 23
but with eight minutes of new footage!
Eight glorious minutes!
See you, Dad!
How can I ever compete with this UltraLord?
SHEEN: And then when UltraLord vanquished
the TerrorDroids
and they used footage from the last movie
with the three TerrorDroids and digitally added a fourth,
I thought I'd jump up and hug the screen!
You did.
Hello, boys.
Did you enjoy the cinema?
Did we ever!
UltraLord is the coolest superhero in all history!
Oh, he's good,
but I know a superhero who is better than UltraLord.
( slowly ): Better than UltraLord?
Your words are strange and confusing.
Well, I'm not supposed to reveal this...
but it is I myself!
You? You? You?
Yes, I am...
El Magnífico!
Well, uh... sure is hot out here.
Can I get you some water, Mr. Estevez?
I am not dehydrated--
I am El Magnífico!
Look, here's a picture.
JIMMY: Yeah.
Well, uh...
irrefutable photographic evidence.
Now, about that water.
Come on, Dad!
If you're a superhero, prove it.
Let's see some powers.
I... um...
well, I, uh...
I'd be happy to show you, uh...
tomorrow!
At noon.
Uh, I, uh... I got to go.
Okay, that was weird.
These should last through my experiments.
( doorbell rings )
JIMMY: Mr. Estevez?
Jimmy, please, I need your help.
You've got to give me superpowers
by noon tomorrow
or my son will despise me.
Sheen says you're a science whiz,
so, please-- whiz!
Well, uh, I'd love to help,
but giving you superpowers
would go completely against scientific protocol.
Please, Jimmy.
All any father wants from his son is respect.
( Hugh screams )
HUGH: It's okay, everybody,
just a little pie-based accident.
How long can meringue burn anyway?
Am I right?
I can understand a son wanting to respect his father.
But Sheen's probably already forgotten
you said that stuff.
( tires screeching )
( car horn honks )
Hey, Jimmy.
Your dad's running in traffic again.
Oh, and I brought by some paperwork.
Paperwork? Yeah.
If my dad's not really a superhero
and they toss him in the loony bin,
I'd like your parents to adopt me.
Sheen, I'm sure your father isn't crazy.
Hmm, he could be just a huge liar.
Either way, I'm bracing myself
for the horrible disappointment.
Well, see you at noon!
Please, Jimmy.
We'd better get started.
( salsa music plays )
( banging loudly )
May I present Retroville's greatest hero--
El Magnífico!
I feel... super!
JIMMY: Okay, El Magnífico,
the school bus is teetering on the edge of the cliff.
They need your help.
El Magnífico will put an end to their teeter.
JIMMY: The gravity gloves are working!
Hi, Jimmy, Mr. Estevez.
Wow, Mr. Estevez, you look different.
Did you trim your moustache?
I am... El Magnífico!
I'm giving Sheen's dad
a super-powered suit for 24 hours
so Sheen will respect him more.
Uh, Carl, would you step
to the side?
No, no, the other way.
Carl, look out!
( screams )
Well, my new laser elbows
appear to function properly.
Maybe I should come along tomorrow
just to be safe.
Carl, I could use your help.
( whimpering )
( chattering )
( Carl continues whimpering )
Uncover your eyes, Carl.
You can't even see where you're going!
( snake hisses, Carl screams )
Now, why was it so important to go to the zoo again?
Uh... I thought you should see the zebras,
uh, because it's... striping season.
Okay, Carl...
( on earphone ): we're almost ready for the rendezvous
with El Magnífico.
Suit's at full power.
Mr. Estevez, are you ready?
I know not this Mr. Estevez, for I am...
El Magnífico!
Carl, open the gate.
( whispering ): Right.
Ooh, look, Sheen,
that zebra's getting ready to stripe.
What?
How can you tell?
Wait a minute, isn't striping season in the spring?
Zebra-pede!
( screams )
Did someone say "zebra-pede"?
You should be careful, son,
zebras can be fierce during striping season.
You have got superpowers!
( zebras stampeding )
Why didn't you show me your powers before?
Superpowers are like the giant clam--
giant and clam-like,
yet so very shy.
I don't understand...
but I like it!
Now activate the chainsaw charge.
( saw buzzing )
Help! Danger!
This tree is about to fall and crush us!
Man, this zoo is edgy today.
Stand aside--
El Magnífico will save you from this malevolent tree.
( wood chunks whistling )
My dad saved us again!
He's the coolest!
I'm glad I'm able to make you proud, son.
Proud? You're, like, my total idol!
Mmm, what about UltraLord?
Ultra who?
( both laughing )
CARL: Help!
Danger!
Say, "The cart is running away," then take the brake off.
( on earphone ): Can you hear me?
( Jimmy's signal breaking up )
( repeating broken-up message ): The... art... unning... way...
JIMMY: Oh, the signal's getting electrical interference.
The... ignal.. etting... ectrical... erence.
Hey, Dad, while Carl goes crazy,
could I see some more powers?
Why not? I'm feeling quite peppy.
( screams )
Huh? Hey, where are they going?
That's not part of the plan!
Oh, no--
Mr. Estevez is depleting the suit's batteries!
( duck quacking, alligator snarling )
Hey, Dad, we can't let that alligator eat
that defenseless duck.
Right you are, son!
EL MAGNÍFICO: Halt, vile reptile!
Face antigravity, scaly one.
Ay, ay, ay.
Having a little, uh, technical difficulty.
Uh... uh, Dad?
You might want to fly us out of here now.
Yes, of course.
( snarling )
Jimmy, help!
Come in, Jimmy!
Hey, what's going on here?
And why is Carl calling his watch "Jimmy"?
Oh, um, well, you see...
It's all right, Carlos.
Son, I have something to tell you.
Your friend Jimmy made this suit for me.
I don't really have the superpowers.
I pretended to be El Magnífico
because I felt like you loved UltraLord more than me.
What? Don't be silly, Dad.
I'll love you with my dying breath--
which should be
in about 30 seconds!
( alligator snarling )
Wait a moment-- an air vent!
Oh, I'll never fit through there.
We are not going to fit;
we are going...
to fight.
( snarling )
He's about your height, dark hair
and, oh, yeah, covered in armored metal plating.
So, Carl, Scary Beast Distraction Plan number 87?
Okay.
( playing Hawaiian music )
Huh? Aha!
Here we are-- thermostat controls.
( string breaks, music stops )
( snarling )
Must A flat always spell our doom?!
( snarling, boys scream )
This should make
a passable compression accelerator.
Security!
We have an unauthorized alligator feeding!
Here you go, beast.
Feel the climate-altering power of...
air conditioning!
( snarling )
( snoring )
Air conditioning has certainly made this environment more...
pleasant.
Wow!
Dad, you stopped the gator
using just your regular powers!
That was brilliant, Mr. E.!
Yes.
Vicious, cold-blooded reptiles aren't so tough
when they lose their body heat.
You learn that in air-conditioning school.
I'm just sorry I put you both in danger.
No, I thank you, Jimmy,
for helping me compete with UltraLord.
UltraLord may be a superhero,
but you're a super dad!
Thank you, son.
Come, young ones, the ice cream is on...
El Magnífico!
CARL: Aah, don't stomp on me!
Aah, the zebra...
Carl, that bit is over, give it a rest.
( Carl screams, zebras stampeding )
Hello, Retroville.
William Willoughby here at the annual pet show
with my co-host, Corky Shimatzu.
Crazy, crazy, crazy!
I am super-wild excited to be here and see
who will be the next pet superstar.
Ooh, there's sassy Cindy Vortex
and her English bulldog Humphrey.
You're the dog, you're the dog.
And, oh, my...
there's the super-brainy Jimmy Neutron
and the shiny Goddard.
Fuse check, Goddard.
( whirring and barking )
Oh, the tension is unbearable.
Let's kick things off
with Retroville's favorite bully boy,
Mr. Butch Mikauski.
This is my Japanese fighting fish, Yoko.
Very impressive, Butch.
One question: Shouldn't he be in the water?
( gasping )
I'll be right back.
Me next, me next!
Say hello to Tito, the dancing worm!
Watch closely as he does the twist,
the macarena and the funky chicken.
This worm is not moving.
He's taking a nap.
He was up late last night rehearsing.
There he goes.
Dance, Tito, dance!
Nice try, Sheen.
Next!
Wait, keep watching!
He's going to turn into a butterfly
or an eagle or something.
Hi.
This is my pet llama.
TOY: I'm Larry the llama, and I love you.
Shh... not here, Larry.
Wheezer, it's just a toy.
No, it's not.
I've raised him since he was only...
( gasps )
TOY: You're my best friend.
( screaming )
As I was saying...
( goat bleats )
It's Bolbi time.
Bolbi win contest with Yuri the musical goat.
Five, eight, two, 12...
( playing lyrical song )
( starts playing off-key )
( sneezes loudly )
Ow, my eyes!
I'm winning this contest, Neutron.
Yeah, you're a cinch
to take "Most Boring Pet of the Year."
SHIMATZU: Cindy Vortex,
show us your super-crazy pooch.
Humphrey, sit.
Roll over.
Speak.
( growls )
Wow, never seen a dog do that before.
Sing!
Sing?
( singing jazzy tune )
( crowd murmuring appreciatively )
( tearfully ): That was my mother's favorite song.
Incredible!
How will the one called Jimmy Neutron
follow that canine classic?
Goddard, play.
( keyboard playing up-tempo tune )
Sit.
Roll over.
( crowd cheering )
No contest!
The best pet award goes to Goddard and his owner,
Jimmy Neutron.
( crowd cheering )
Wait a minute-- stop the proceedings.
He can't win.
Goddard's a robot.
It's a pet show.
Goddard's my pet.
Pets are animals.
Goddard's just a fancy machine.
Like Larry the llama?
TOY: Let's have tea in my room.
Shh...
Willy, consult rule book
while I dazzle everyone
with my newly whitened teeth.
( whines )
Robot dog...
( whirring )
( barking )
( whining )
Ah! Rule 27-J:
"Robot dogs are not considered real pets."
Goddard is disqualified.
The winner is Cindy Vortex and her dog, Humphrey.
( sighs disappointedly )
Don't take this the wrong way, Neutron,
but ha!
In your face!
Ooh, that stings.
Jimmy Neutron is now feeling super-shame.
JIMMY: Don't worry, Goddard.
It was just a stupid pet show trophy.
But, Jimmy, it was big and shiny,
and it represented all that's good in the universe.
( whining )
Sheen, don't make Goddard feel bad.
It's not his fault he's not a real dog
so he couldn't win that cool trophy.
Jimmy, we'd love to console you
in this time of great disappointment,
but Cindy's throwing a party to celebrate!
( rock music playing )
BUTCH: Hey, Neutron.
This would be yours if you had a real dog!
( whimpering )
Come on over, Jimmy.
This party's a bomb!
She's got little wieners.
And a real dog!
CINDY ( echoing ): Can't win.
Goddard's a robot.
BUTCH: This would be yours if you had a real dog!
WILLOUGHBY: Robot dogs are not considered real pets.
CINDY: Pets are animals.
Goddard's just a fancy machine.
WILLOUGHBY: Not a real dog...
Not a real dog...
( Goddard whimpering )
WILLOUGHBY: Not a real dog...
Not a real dog...
( whimpering )
( rooster crowing )
( yawning )
Hey, Goddard, do you want to go...
Huh?
He left me a note in binary code.
I'd better translate.
He ran away!
Access Goddard tracking device.
( shouts )
He decommissioned his tracking device.
Goddard!
( sniffing )
( whimpering )
( yelping )
Hey, awesome dog.
Go get it!
Evil walks among us!
( whining )
( giggling )
Doggie.
Go, doggie, go!
( barks )
Oh, my baby!
Help, please!
( baby crying )
Here, Goddard, Goddard, Goddard.
Here, Goddard.
YURI: Ow, my eyes!
Jimmy, Jimmy... there he is!
That's a tree.
Sorry.
Oh, there he is!
That's another tree.
There he...
No... that's a tree.
That's Miss Fowl!
Hmm... maybe that optometrist was right.
We've got to find Goddard before something bad happens to him.
Like what?
I don't even want to think about it.
I do.
He could be blown up, or turned into a monster robot,
or sold for spare parts, or...
JIMMY: Sheen!
SHEEN: What?
My poor baby's up there on that wild robot dog!
You put your baby on a wild robot dog?
You're going down, Mama.
I didn't put him on it.
The dog grabbed my baby!
All right, calm down.
I'll call the air force and we'll blow him out of the sky.
You can't do that.
My baby's on that thing.
Boy, there's just no pleasing you, is there?
( Goddard barking )
Yay, doggie!
My baby!
Gee, that looked kind of neat.
Me next, me next!
Officer, that monster must be destroyed.
( whining )
Oh, I don't get to have any fun.
I think I can track Goddard sonically
by locking in on his sonar band frequency.
I was just going to suggest that.
Do you know what he's talking about?
Never do, never will.
But Daddy wouldn't let me have a dog.
( crashing )
So, what kind of music do you like?
I've got hip hop, jazz, show tunes.
( whimpering )
Blues? You got it.
( tires screeching )
( blues playing over radio )
Got a mad dog for you, Pitts.
Need to put him, uh... d-o-w-n-e.
That isn't a dog, it's a robot.
Take him to the recycling plant.
And where exactly would that be?
( Goddard whimpering )
Aw, don't feel bad.
Why, you might be turned into a soda can,
and someday I may drink out of you.
Tail up, straighten your back, less drooling!
Don't make Mama mad.
Pet of the year.
Isn't he perfect?
( yowling )
( barking fiercely )
Humphrey, no!
Huh?
( rock music playing )
Oh, no!
It's Goddard!
Rescue mode!
Hey!
Looks like my fancy machine saved your life, Vortex.
Uh, Neutron, I hate to say this, but I... but...
What? "Thanks for inventing an amazing dog"?
"Goddard's the coolest pet in the world"?
"I'm bitter and unhappy unless others are suffering"?
Stop me when you hear something you like.
Never mind.
Come on, you mangy mutt.
( Humphrey growling )
Ooh, ooh, there he is.
I found him.
Hey, everybody, here's Goddard, right here.
Look!
For extraordinary courage
in saving the life of the annoying blond girl,
I award the Retroville Trophy of Honor to...
Goddard...
a true hero, a true pet
and, consarn it, a true dog.
( cheering )
Hey, Tito just saved my life.
Can I get a trophy, too?
You're way too near me.
Bolbi make Yuri play celebration song.
Kick it, Yuri.
( playing song )
( sneezes )
Ow, my eyes!
Okay, this isn't funny anymore.
Not that it was funny before.
All right, maybe the first time,
but much less so the second time,
and now it's really getting tiresome and very painful.
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Hola, soy Pablo.
JIMMY: Got to blast!