Okay, uh...
Maybe...
No, I just, uh...
Or, uh-huh.
Come on, Carl.
You've done this 76 times.
Now, which door has the cheese behind it?
Well, I...
Can I have a hint?
No, Carl.
This is a memory experiment.
Now, remember, you want the cheese.
I want the cheese.
Okay.
Eenie, meenie, miney...
My-my turn!
My turn!
I want to touch the shocky door again!
No. Let's just take a break, guys.
Hey, how about a trip to the Candy Bar?
Okay, but I'm not touching any doors.
Come on. My treat.
Do I want something gummy
or crunchy?
Uh, I want sour.
No!
Salty.
No!
I don't know which one to choose.
Oh, the suspense is killing me.
Pick a candy and let me get on with my life. Yeah.
Yeah.
I wish there was a candy that had all the best tastes.
Yeah. It'd be sweet and sour
and nutty and gummy and creamy
and Donner and Blitzen.
A mega candy, huh?
I can invent that.
Come on, guys.
Yeah, go ahead.
Make your fancy candy.
You'll be back.
They all come back.
Oh, I hope they come back.
No one's ever managed to create a candy
that maximizes the use of every one
of the tongue's pleasure receptors
until today.
Don't, Sheen.
That's concentrated essence of sour!
Don't worry, Jimmy.
They haven't invented the sour that's too sour for the Sheen.
I stand corrected.
Mmm!
Mm.
Mm, Mm-hmm.
Hmm.
Uh-uh.
Oh, Jimmy, um, look
I don't want to say that was the worst thing
I ever tasted in my life
but that was the worst thing I ever tasted in my life.
Okay, I said it.
Well, don't you worry.
I'm not quitting.
I'm going to keep at it if it takes all night.
Uh, gee, look at the time.
I-I got to go to the big, exciting... thing.
Uh, yeah, yeah.
And Ultra Lord's on in two hours
which gives me just enough time to get into my costume.
See you, Jimmy. Bye.
Ah, just one more try.
Oh!
Jimmy, wake up!
Time for school.
Better activate bedroom android.
Morning, Mom.
Be down in a minute.
I love you.
You're the best mom in the world.
Hope this batch is a good one.
And now, I will demonstrate the Baroque period's influence
on today's music by comparing
Bach's Air On a G-String
to Jammy-J's Stank Dis Bad Thang Up!
Guys, guys, I made one last batch.
We can try them at lunch.
Who is making that noise?
It sounds like candy inside a paper bag.
Jimmy!
I hope you brought enough treats
for the entire class.
Well, not exactly. I...
Hey, hey.
Mmm!
My taste buds just went to heaven
with a side trip to paradise.
Mm.
I guess they're okay
if you like sugary, tangy, crunchy...
Oh, who am I'm kidding?
They're delicious!
You know, these are as cool as...
me.
Oh, don't mind if I do.
Yowza!
Jimmy, you were born to make candy!
Batch number two is on its way.
James Neutron
go to bed right now, and I mean you
not the Jimmy android that says nice things.
Boy, moms are smart.
Good night, Goddard.
Sheen
Carl, what are you doing?
It's 2:00 in the morning.
We just happened to be in the neighborhood.
Yeah. Uh...
Yeah, you got any c-c-candy?
I'm making some now, but I told you
it takes a while.
You have to neutralize the sugar and pectin
during the gestation period and...
How long?
Oh, about three hours.
( shouting ): Three hours!
Who are you talking to?
I'll give you every CD in my collection
if you give me more candy.
I'll sign an exclusive, binding contract
to never bully you again.
I'll proclaim your intellectual superiority
in the public form of your choosing.
( panting ) Want me to roll over?
Hmm.
The candy's so perfect
it seems to have created a physiological need
in people.
Let the exploitation begin.
Last piece for today.
Who wants it?
That was, uh
all I brought.
No more till, uh...
tomorrow.
Mom, Dad, I think we have a situation.
It's mine.
I saw it first.
Don't make me hurt you.
Oh, hi, Jimbo.
Uh...
we're not doing anything unusual.
Just normal... Mommy and Daddy stuff.
Stop beating around the bush.
We want candy now!
Oh, no! Not you, too.
There.
That's the last of it.
Good-bye
and good riddance.
Attention, Retroville
there is no more candy
and I will not be making any more.
Thank you.
No more candy, no more problems.
What are they going to do? Riot?
Down with Jimmy!
Down with Jimmy...
I can't believe I'm saying that about my own son
but, hey, that candy is just too darn good.
Don't talk. Chant.
Down with Jimmy!
People, listen to me.
It's just candy.
I say we hold him down and force him
to make us more candy.
Good idea.
Go for his tiny legs.
Goddard, chopper mode.
Oh, no you don't, Mister.
Grab him!
Grab him right now.
Pull him down!
Goddard, plot a course
for the most deserted place in town.
Well, look who's here.
Mr. I'm Going to Invent
The Best Candy in the World
and Put the Candy Bar Out of Business.
Ow, Sam, I-I didn't mean to.
I didn't know my candy would be that popular.
Ha.
That's what the guy who invented underpants said.
Anyway, you better skedaddle.
That angry mob's going to be here any minute.
How do you know that?
I called them.
What did you expect?
I'm going broke here.
( chanting ): Candy, candy, candy...
Uh-oh. Rhythmic chanting.
That's a bad sign, yeah.
Oh.
What am I going to do?
Think. Think. Think.
Brain blast!
Laboratory mice can be trained to avoid actions
which cause them pain.
Sam, keep everybody here.
Our problems are solved.
Candy...
Yeah, yeah, settle down.
Jimmy'll be right back.
In the meantime, let's have a little chat
with my good friend Professor Handy.
Professor?
( high-pitched voice ): Hello, Imblicks.
Settle down.
I have heard your pleas.
I give you...
an endless supply
of the greatest candy in the world!
Ouch!
Yeow!
Ow. Agh.
Ow. Ow.
Oh, man.
I love it.
I hate it.
I knew some day I'd find a use for the edible shock ray.
It shouldn't be much longer
before they're all sick of this stuff.
Hey, Jim.
You know all the garbage cans in town are filled
with your candy.
I know. Isn't it great?
Looks like everyone in Retroville is back to normal.
Hey, Jimmy.
That last batch was delicious.
Also incredibly painful.
Hey, do you guys smell smoke?
I can't feel my face.
How come everything looks blue?
Aah, it's nothing really.
Anyone with talent and determination
could've germinated this magnificent specimen.
Show-off ration 18%!
Ah, this thing must be busted.
But it can't be— I designed it.
Hey!
Mmm?
I told you, Goddard, I'm trying to lower
my perceived arrogance level
so Cindy will stop calling me a know-it-all.
But it's hard not to seem like a know-it-all
when you do actually know it all.
Oh... how asked you anyway?
After all, how many kids could've successfully cloned
a 64-million-year-old piece of spinach
stuck between a museum dinosaur's teeth?
Jimmy. Breakfast.
I'll eat on the way.
Wish me luck on my botany project. Bye.
Good luck, dear.
Oh, here's your breakfast, Hugh.
Thank you, sugar...
Wait a...
This is bread.
Soft, floppidy, untoasty, noncrunchy, blah, bread.
I know.
Dear, I may have mentioned to Jimmy
about how hard it is to wash
the outside windows.
Another toaster gone.
Every time we get a new one
he converts it into something else.
I'm getting...
What's that supposed to be?
The rare Punching Plant of Malborn Nine
as seen in Ultra Lord, episode 64
"Attack of the Salad Vixens."
Looks like a boxing glove glued to a fern if you ask me.
Well... nobody asked you!
Anyway, what did you come up with
that's so wonderful?
I researched plants' responses to musical stimuli.
This one got two hours of classic R&B a day. ( R&B music playing )
While this one got two hours of yodeling to the oldies.
That one looks dead.
It never had a chance.
Oh, oh, oh, honey, honey, look.
Today's the big toaster show at the convention center.
Oh, they're going to have all of next year's models
before they come on the market.
Toast, toast, toast.
Can we go? Please? Please? Please?
I'll be really good.
Okay, okay, okay. ( clapping )
First, let me do my face.
Wow.
Cindy's plant is awesome.
Hey, if you want awesome, check out
my 64-million- year-old plant.
Cindy's plant is great!
Check out the colors.
That's pretty. That's cool.
Where'd you get that from? Wow.
Ah, hey, guys, guys, come on.
What about my plant?
No offense, Jimmy, but does your plant smell like a...
( clears throat ): dead rat?
It's 64-million- year-old spinach.
What's it supposed to smell like, perfume?
Wow. Jimmy...
look at Cindy's plant.
It's huge and colorful.
Well, so what?
She overwatered it.
Carl, you're not seriously
more interested in Cindy's plant
than in my 64-million- year-old spinach.
( gasps ): Of course not, Jim.
Uh, huh, uh...
Oh, look, my shoelace is untied...
over there!
Oh, electromagnetic radiation multiplier.
Hieroglyphic translator.
Extra homework.
Ha, ha, here it is.
My DNA accelerator.
Cindy, your flower is as beautiful as, well...
Jimmy's is smelly and unexciting.
Thank you, Miss Fowl.
Since it's so beautiful and fragrant
I thought I'd call it the "Miss Fowl Flower."
( groans ): I'll give you a flower.
Advance DNA by 350 million years.
And so, class, that concludes my modest presentation.
Yeah. Yay. Yeah.
Yay.
Top that, P.T. Boredom.
64 million BC, a huge sauropod
gruesomely chews his evening meal.
Stuck unnoticed between his massive bicuspids
is a piece of spinach!
( gulps ): Oops.
Huh?
( sighs ): I remember my first toaster.
A Sondergaard Browner Deluxe with gleaming chrome tail fins
and that extra-large slot
to accommodate the bagels and such.
Oh, boys and their toasters.
And so you see my plant is no mere pigmentary oddity—
like Cindy's.
It required a thorough knowledge
of morphology, psychology and histology.
To say nothing of...
Oh, feeling funny.
Room spinning.
Bah...
So, uh, uh, that's my project.
Any questions? No? Okay, good, bye.
Okay, where is he?
Well, uh, define "who" and "where" and "is" and "he."
You know darn well "who" and "where" and "is" and "he."
Jimmy Neutron, spoiler-of-anyone's-glory
whose-botany-project- is-better-than-his.
Uh, do you have a photograph to aid in our search for him?
When you see him, tell him I've got proof
that he's responsible
for whatever's happening to Miss Fowl.
( sighs ): Thanks, guys.
Hey, look, Jimmy was in the stall the whole time.
Yeah, I think you're in trouble.
W-Well, it's not my fault
my plant mutated a seedpod launcher
for transpecies propagation.
Nobody could've predicted that.
Or pronounced it.
Yeah. Well, it's lunchtime.
I've got to go.
Carl, you have to help me keep Miss Fowl in class
until I figure out how to reverse my DNA ray.
Okay...
Plan "B."
Goddard, emergency.
Meet me downtown with my screwdriver
and my special CD of town-saving music.
No truck driving in the hallway!
General Abercrombie.
We've got a report of a 50-foot green woman
marauding through Retroville, Sir.
Thank you, Captain, but I'm looking for a shorter woman.
One who enjoys long strolls in the park
and yodeling to the oldies.
She's not looking for a date, sir.
She's terrorizing the town.
Is there a difference?
Ha, ha, ha! Little levity.
Call in the military.
We are the military, sir.
Boy, we got here fast.
We better do something, right?
Should I scramble the jets, General?
No, thanks. I'll just have a muffin and some coffee.
Confiscate!
Must confiscate!
I'll take this roof, young man.
You can have it back after class.
Drop the toaster and run for your life!
Aah, but I want to see the big lady.
And it's not just a toaster.
It does waffles, too.
Hugh!
Attention, giant woman.
If you do not stop being 50-feet tall immediately
we're going to fire our boom-boom pointy things at you
missing you initially, but then we're going to...
( beeping ) Holy cow!
It's Winifred Fowl!
Is that you Ernest Abercrombie?
Where's your homework?
It's 28 years overdue.
Listen to her roar of terror!
No, that's my stomach.
I never ate lunch, remember?
Oh, yeah. ( barking )
There you are, Goddard.
General.
This is Jimmy Neutron.
If you hold your fire
I might be able to shrink her back to size.
Roger, bigheaded kid.
I've reversed the ray, but the battery's weakening.
I'll have to use my jet pack to get close.
Goddard, town-saving music.
No passing notes in class!
Sorry, Miss Fowl.
This is for your own good.
Puking Pluto, the ray's still not strong enough.
Hey...
The new XK-41.
Dad!
Throw me your toaster!
But toast... Hugh...
My toaster! Mine!
Give...! Don't...! Give it...!
( barking ) Oh!
Thanks, boy.
I need a clear shot at her mouth.
Miss Fowl, look! I'm chewing gum!
Gum?
Gum!
All right, Jim.
You did it, buddy.
If you think you're going to be the hero here, Neutron
you are sadly mistaken.
These seedpods from your plant prove that you are responsible
for this whole thing.
Ah, finally, lunch.
No!
Mmm, oh, these are, mmm...
Whoa... Carl's huge.
Hey...
Hey, this is kind of cool.
( laughs ): I can see my house from here.
I can fix him.
I just need to get another toaster.
Uh-huh.
And you guys need to, uh...
get that DNA ray out of Miss Fowl's stomach.
Good luck. See ya. Bye.
We have to what?
You heard him.
We have to make our teacher toss the lunch monkey.
We need a bucket, an umbrella and whatever they were serving
for lunch in the cafeteria on Thursday.
Goddard, hit it.
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