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We will now begin rehearsals
for the 82nd annual Fathers' Day Follies.
Oh... I remember the first one as if it were yesterday.
Break a leg, everyone!
I know you're all going to be fabulous on Friday.
First we have
Mr. Vortex and his daughter, Cindy.
My father and I will be presenting
a martial arts demonstration.
Mr. Folfax III and his daughter, Libby.
My daddy and I will be performing a magic act.
Shazam!
Where is everybody?
And now, Mr. Neutron and his son, Jimmy.
No way— forget it.
I am not doing it.
Oh, but, Jimbo, you love the Ducky Daddles dance song.
You used to sing it all the time.
Yeah, when I was two years old.
Dad, I really don't want to do this.
But we are going to be the hit of the show!
Your friends will never forget this
as long as they live.
I rest my case.
Mr. Neutron,
is there a problem?
No problem!
Come on out, Jimbo.
The audience is clamoring for us.
Whoa... ow!
I sprained my ankle.
I can't go on.
Aw, shucks, Dad, I'm so disappointed.
Oh, that's too bad.
Well, don't worry, I'll carry on by myself.
No, no, no, Dad.
Let's just go home.
What, and let our public down?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
The show must go on!
( groaning ): Oh...
Please let this just be a horrible dream.
Nope, not a dream.
Ooh, yeah.
Thank you, Lindbergh School!
I love you!
If that was my father, I would change my name,
dye my hair, get plastic surgery and move to another city.
Or country.
Or continent.
Or planet.
Or... solar system.
Or... or...
Uh, let's just laugh at him now.
Oh, I can't let my dad get up there
and do that stupid song and dance.
Goddard, options.
"Abolish Fathers' Day as a national holiday."
No, I'd have to go to Washington.
"Get adopted by professional entertainer."
No, that's too sitcommy.
"Go to the moon."
Oh, it's no use.
I just to have to tell him
that song's the dorkiest thing of all time.
Hey, Jimbo!
I cannot wait to perform Friday.
Probably going to be the highlight of my life!
Nighty-night!
You're going to be a star!
Drastic actions are in order.
I have to invent something that'll alter Dad's personality.
To the lab!
The Neutronic Dedorkinator.
By freezing the brain's cortex
and stimulating its cognitive section,
I can change Dad's personality from crass to cool.
Uh... No, Grandma, no, I'm a good boy.
Um...
Dad?
Good morning, son.
Whoopsy!
Cherry roundup!
Yee-haw!
Come on, little cherry, come to Papa.
Here, little doggy, doggy, doggy!
Gotcha!
To the tummy ranch with you.
Don't eat the pit, son.
Oh, I don't understand it.
The Neutron Dedorkinator was set at maximum implosion.
Hey, Jimbo,
look what I'm wearing for the show.
I think the kids will "quack" up.
Get it?
Quack up— it's the noise ducks make.
Of all the fathers in the world, I had to get mine.
If he does that dorky act of his,
I can never show my face at school again.
Yeah.
You know, Jim, I felt that way
after I accidentally came to school
wearing my underwear on the outside.
But, you know, time passes and people forget.
Hey, Carl, are you wearing your underwear
with the little pink llamas on it?
Never mind.
So, how come you guys
aren't doing anything in the show?
My dad got his doctor to write a note.
After last year's chain saw incident,
my dad's banned from the Fathers' Day Follies for life.
I wish I was.
So, Neutron,
I hear your dad's act
is basically the total opposite of me.
I'm going to videotape it and sell it
to The World's Dorkiest Dads TV show.
Uh, excuse me, Libby, there is no such show.
There will be after Friday.
Quack, quack, quack!
Quack-quack!
Hi, Jimmy!
Your father's picking you up.
He should be there any second.
( softly ): Why? Why? Why?
I... I've seen this movie!
Something really bad happens, but I can't remember
because I closed my eyes!
Never mind.
D-D-Dad?
That's my name, kid, don't wear it out.
The Neutronic Dedorkinator did work!
The density of Dad's cranial cavity
must have temporarily impeded the ray and created a...
Uh, cut to the chase, Jimmy.
Okay. My dad is cool.
Can I help you, uh... Mr., uh...
Neutron, Hugh Neutron.
What's your pleasure?
Chocolate shake— stirred, not shaken.
And, uh, put something special on top, all right?
I see it, but I don't believe it.
Hey, Pops, does this thing work?
Sure does— I just oiled it.
Beautiful.
Give it up, baby.
He sang to me!
Libby, have we entered
a strange, bizarre, "Twilighty Zoney" kind of world
where we're actually rocking out to Jimmy Neutron's father?
( dreamily ): I don't know... and I don't care.
Jimmy Neutron's dad is out-cooling me?
I'd better slip away and lay low till this blows over.
Hey, why'd Nick just run out of the Candy Bar?
( dreamily ): Who's Nick?
Mr. Neutron, sir,
will you please sign my ice cream cone?
Later, kid.
Mr. Neutron,
you are one stylin' daddy.
You are so right, sweet little soul sister.
Um, are you going to sing that song
at the Fathers' Day Follies on Friday?
All right, all right, gangway.
Break it up, break it up!
Hey, Neutron, you got a sweet set of pipes there.
How's about I give you a job singing here?
Maybe.
Something's fishy here,
and I bet you've done something
morally reprehensible,
but I have to admit it, your dad is cool.
'Course he's cool— he's a Neutron.
Hey, kid, come on.
Let's blow this sugar shack.
All you kids be cool.
Later.
Whoo-hoo!
Where'd you get the motorcycle?
I sold that boring old heap of metal I used to drive,
because from now on, if it ain't cool, it ain't Hugh!
Hang on, tight, kid.
It's going to be a wild ride.
Mom, Mom!
Mom!
Mom! Mom! Mom!
Dad bought a motorcycle,
he's singing at the Candy Bar,
he's wearing cool clothes.
You got to see him...
( sighs ): Hugh, you're...
You're so shiny!
Yeah, you like what you see, baby?
I got more of that under the hood.
Isn't he cool?
Oh, yes, yes.
Definitely cool!
You guys ain't seen nothing yet.
Uh-uh, no way, Sheen.
You're not as big a fan of Jimmy's dad as I am.
Yeah? What's his favorite color?
It's... uh... pie?
It's magenta!
What does he do on rainy Sunday afternoons?
Take long walks on deserted beaches?
( imitates buzzer ): Wrong!
Listen to contemporary jazz with a Latin feel.
And you call yourself a fan.
Oh, hey, guys.
What did your dad do last night?
I want details, intimate details.
Did he ask about me?
Did he say, "Hey, Jimmy, how's Carl these days?"
I miss that lovable scamp.
No!
Listen, guys, I'm getting worried about my dad.
Does he need a bodyguard?
I can keep all the nuts away from him.
I have a beige belt
in ultra-nerd poking and pinching.
So, your dad really didn't ask about me?
No! Look, I like him being cool— I do—
but he's never around, and we never do anything together,
and people are always bugging me about him.
Jimmy, give me
your dad's autograph!
Please, huh? Aw, I got to have it!
Beat it, Wendel!
Your father and Jimmy's dad sent Jimmy.
Speaking of autographs, can you get me one that says
I'm your dad's number-one fan?
I'm his number- one fan, Jimmy!
I like him way more than Sheen does.
Hey, guys, guys, this is my dad you're talking about,
and it's really creeping me out.
Sorry.
Can you still get me an autograph?
Hugh Neutron has left the building.
Thank you and good night, yeah.
Corky Shimatzu is the name.
Show biz is my game.
I, uh... saw your act.
Lucky you.
Let's not beat around the bush.
You're the greatest living entertainer in the world today!
Tell me something I don't know.
You and me could do big things together.
Let me guess, you want to make me a star?
Oh, no.
I want to make you... a superstar!
Do you want to go to your father's show tonight?
It's sold out, but we can hang from the rafters.
No, thanks.
Mom, do you like the way Dad is these days?
Oh, I always love your father.
He's just going through a phase.
Don't you remember when he wanted to be Tarzan?
Ow.
That really hurt.
But, Mom, haven't you noticed he's 100% different?
He doesn't play with his ducks,
he doesn't chase his food around the table,
and he's never around anymore.
It'll pass, Jimmy.
I mean, it's not like someone altered
your father's brain or anything.
Uh, right... ( giggles )
That certainly didn't happen.
That's some imagination you've got, Mom.
Uh, may I be excused? Thank you.
( sighs ): It's all my fault.
I'm the one that made him cool.
I've got to tell him.
Quack.
Who wants a hot slice of pie?
I ate at the club.
Dad turned down pie?
This is serious!
Maybe he's a cake man now.
Or tarts— oh, goodness.
It's off to the kitchen with me.
Oh-ho-ho, there ought to be a law
against looking this good.
Hey, Dad.
Uh, do you want to dust off your duck decoys
and put them in alphabetical order like we used to?
Ha! Yeah, right.
Then we'll watch some paint peel.
I have to tell you something.
No time, I came home to comb my hair.
But it's
very important, and I...
Dad! Listen to me!
Nutshell it for me, Junior,
I've got a public to thrill.
You got 30 seconds— go.
After the Fathers' Day show rehearsal,
I wanted a cool dad,
so I invented the Dedorkinator
to change you,
but now I want my old dad back—
the real you—
so I'm just going to change you back.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Cool your jets, there, brainiac!
I dig what you did to me.
In fact, I want to be permanently cool!
Dad, don't!
Old Daddy is bye-bye, baby.
I'm going all the way to the top!
Concerts, movies, maybe an animated series.
Nothing is going to stop me, kid!
Well, Dad, I...
I miss you, Dad.
Okay, all right, I got it, I got it.
I'll tell you what.
You can watch me on TV tomorrow night
before I leave on my world tour, huh?
Be back in a year or two.
Have your people call my people.
Ciao!
Oh, if I don't change my dad back by tomorrow night,
I... I may never see him again.
Soon there'll be nothing left of my old dad.
He'll just be...
Totally cool.
I have to bring back the old dad,
and I've got to do it fast!
I smell a brain blast!
Oh, is that what that is?
( snorts ): I thought it might be
the cheeseball I've been carrying around
since I was three.
I call him "Cheesy"!
Think, think, think!
Brain blast!
Told you.
I just have to reawaken dad's paternal instinct.
You guys are going to help me.
See, I knew we had a reason to live!
We'll go to the TV studio,
and I'll place myself
in some sort of fake danger.
His parental instinct will be awakened,
and he'll turn back into my old dad.
Awesome!
Can I get his autograph
while he's still cool?
It will appear
as if I'm falling to my certain death,
but I'll be perfectly safe,
thanks to my micro- fiberoptic tether net,
so microscopically thin it appears invisible,
yet it can hold an elephant.
Jimmy, you're lucky you're a genius.
When your adventures go horribly wrong,
you're smart enough to fix them.
I wish I could hold an elephant.
( sighs ): Or a baseball.
Just remember, you'll engage the tether net
just before I fall, okay?
You can count on us, Jimmy.
I won't mess up, or my name isn't
Sheen Guevara Estevez!
Okay, Mr. Super Fabulous,
you're on in two minutes.
C.S., I am always on.
Okay, get ready.
When I say, "One, two, three," you go.
Got it.
Wait a minute,
did Jimmy mean I go after three,
or is he going to give the signal on three?
Let's get this show on the road.
Time is precious, almost as precious as I.
Help! Help!
Someone save me before I fall to my certain death!
Uh, will someone— and I don't mean me—
take care of that annoying kid, please?
Help me! Help me!
Hey, hello!
Will someone quiet that brat down?
I am trying to create magic here.
And what's the signal?
Is it a hand signal or a word signal, a wink or a nod?
I can't take the pressure!
Um, Sheen...
I think you need a timeout.
Dad! Help! It's me, Jimmy!
Hey, will the bozo with the rude son named Jimmy
please do something?
I got people waiting to enjoy me!
Dad, help!
Uh, kid, move!
You're blocking my spotlight.
Dad...
It's me! Jimmy!
Hey, hey, you know?
In case you hadn't noticed, this is the Hugh Neutron Show,
not the "Help Me, Dad, It's Jimmy" Show.
Carl, Sheen, engage micro-fiberoptic net.
One, two, three, go!
I think that's the signal, Sheen.
Go!
Maybe it's a code or a trap,
or Jimmy could be an evil robot!
Or it could be all a dream!
Give me that!
I'm relieving you of your command!
Uh, Jimmy...
Jimmy! Jimbo!
Forget the brat, loser!
Son needs me!
Fame and fortune, baby!
No!
Dad will save you!
No!
Dad! You saved my life!
Of course I did, Jimbo.
What dad wouldn't?
Uh... you okay, son?
Yeah.
Thanks, Dad.
I'm glad you're back.
So am I.
You know, it's not easy being cool, Jimmy,
and not nearly as much fun as being me.
Hugh, baby, what are you doing?
I'm talking to my son, Jimbo.
Hey, you got any pie around here?
What's the matter with you?
You're on in 5.2 seconds.
Fame and fortune await you!
Happy Fathers' Day, Dad.
Is that what day it is?
Yeah!
I thought it was Flag Day.
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