Leave it to Nerdtron to be working
on the way to a field trip.
Making a Kiss-Jimmy's- Butt Robot,
because your neck's not long enough?
No!
It's a hyper- directional,
superconducting electromagnet.
Observe.
So, uh...
How long have you had braces?
Ah, farmland.
Source of the eggs for our breakfast table
and the milk we propel out our noses.
Ever been to a rodeo before, Miss Fowl?
Been to one?
Take a gander at this.
That's me.
Yup, I was a trick-riding, calf- roping daughter of the Pecos.
Why'd you give it up?
Well, one day my horse, Wheat Germ, threw me
in full gallop.
I lost my nerve
and packed up for teaching school the next day.
The 5-0 is on our tail; better set a good example.
Hang on, children!
Hey! Thank you kindly.
Now, cowpokes, it gives me great pleasure to introduce
my very own daughter,
Sagebrush Sally, the pride of Abilene.
She's amazing.
She's stupefying.
She's so pretty she makes the horse look plain.
Yeah!
Author! Author!
What?
Did you see that?
Sagebrush Sally blew me a kiss!
You? What are you, blind?
She blew it to me!
It was meant for me,
and I can prove it using coordinate geometry with...
Look at you pathetic drool monkeys.
So a girl stood on a saddle.
What's the big deal?
It's easy when it's sticky from horse sweat.
And those boots?
Hmph— obviously domestic.
I miss it all so much.
Oh, well, uh...
Hey, guys.
I was just going into the stable to, uh...
ask Sally how she counteracts the centrifugal force
during her act.
Well, um...
I just came to see the ponies.
And I was just going in there
to... look for my lost thumb!
Well, howdy, boys.
Did you all enjoy the rodeo?
We, uh... had some purely scientific questions.
Fire away.
Do you have a boyfriend?
Sheen!
Well, you boys sure do
get to the point.
No, I reckon
I don't.
It ain't easy
finding someone who eats, sleeps and breathes rodeo
like I do.
Well... since you boys have all stopped talking,
I reckon I'll go now.
See you around.
Eh, eh... it was nice meeting you!
Adios, caballera!
Happy trails!
Did you boys lose something in here?
Like your dignity and self-respect?
Huh?
We saw you crawling after that girl
like rats after a dumpster cracker.
Hey, we don't like girls.
Yeah!
Especially the one in there with the sparkly eyes,
the pixie nose that wrinkles when she laughs.
Uh-huh, that's the one I don't like, either.
What a bunch of tongue draggers.
If I ever get the hots for that idiot Jimmy,
just lock me up.
Don't you mean if you ever get the hots
for any of them?
Right, yeah, that's what I meant.
If Sally likes rodeo heroes,
she'll adore me on the Bullerator 8000.
Testing snort module.
Who'd have thought
I'd find an application for my electromagnet so soon?
All I need now is a pair of iron mesh underwear.
Goddard?
And... I'd better bring some talcum powder.
Hi there, Sally.
Fancy meeting y'all here.
Um, I work here.
Right.
Well, uh, fancy meeting me all here.
You know what I forgot to mention yesterday?
I am actually a world-champion bull rider.
Well, how brave and exciting!
And what a coincidence.
Huh?
Your friends forgot
they're world-champion rodeo stars, too.
Behold, it is I, UltraClown!
And I'm the Pig Punisher.
I'm a-gonna wrestle this here porker
and feed his bacon to the crowd!
( whispering ): Not really.
You're on, Sheen.
I'll tell my daddy
to add you to the show, Jimmy.
Boy, you guys picked the tough ones.
Apparently all I got to do is distract some kind of animal.
Well, here goes.
I hope it's not a spider.
I hate spiders.
Help! Help, somebody!
Save the clown!
What a clown!
Psst, kid.
Hold that thought.
You were saying?
He's a show biz bull.
He's part of the act.
Really?
Hey, big fellow.
I saw you here yesterday and you reminded me so much of...
Here, I brought you some sugar.
Oh, me and Wheat Germ, every night we'd come a-galloping out.
I'd tip my hat and, oh, the people would clap.
Maybe just one more time.
And now, folks, here's Carl,
the hog-wrestling Hercules!
Now, be careful, piggy.
I know you can flatten a grown man
with one swing of your mighty tail.
Or is that alligators?
So you want a piece of me?
How does that feel there, hog?
Oh, yeah?
How about some of this?
Easy, boy, easy.
I can't!
I can't do it!
And now, folks, trying to stay atop 2,000 pounds
of bucking, snorting pain,
it's the Retroville Rough Rider his self, Jimmy Neutron!
This one's for you, Sally.
Whoa! Jumping Jupiter!
Yeow! Yeow!
Why, it's like he's a-glued to that fire-spitting monster.
Whoa...
Jimmy, that was amazing!
How'd it feel?
If I'm elected Miss America,
I will try to bring honor to this tiara.
That was nothing—
anyone can ride these show-biz bulls.
Get a load of this, Sal-gal.
Sheen, wait!
That's not your bull!
Show time.
Less pretending!
Sit! Sit!
Jimmy, you're his only hope.
You'll have to get on Back Breaker and follow him.
Back Breaker?
He's the only horse fast enough.
Uh, did I mention
I have a science club meeting
across town, so, uh...
Someone's got to do something!
I'm a-coming, Sheen!
Giddyup, pig.
Whaa!
Sweet muffins, a child in trouble!
Heeya!
Heeya! Heeya!
Help! Stop this thing!
Stop it!
Sheen, jump on.
Easy, Back Breaker.
Whoa!
You're safe now.
Whoops, not safe.
Heeya! Heeya!
I'm alive! I'm alive!
And did you see me rescue Miss Fowl?
Whoa!
Superhuman balance and courage, huh?
All he had was a supermagnet
under his lying butt.
Jimmy!
I am disappointed in you.
Hey, what a coincidence!
I'm disappointed in me, too.
Why don't we discuss our mutual disappointment
over a Purple Flurp.
Do you believe the nerve of some boys?
Some boys?
How about all of them?
Mm-hmm, tell me about it.
I don't get it.
What did we do wrong?
Maybe this is why we don't like girls.
Piggly, wiggly, wiggly.
Who needs them?
Let's go to the Candy Bar,
where we can drink Purple Flurp,
belch the alphabet...
And fart under our arms like men!
Like that! Good one, Carl!
Actually, that was the pig.
I would have claimed it.
Gentlemen, I give you
the "I Can't Believe It's Not Oil 9000."
It puts garbage into a chamber
and then mulches it
into a clean-burning oil substitute.
See, I told you garbage could be mulched
into a clean-burning oil substitute.
No, you didn't.
Oh, maybe I didn't.
It works!
Jimbo, you weren't watching Goddard.
I just caught him
digging up lawn gnomes again.
What the...?
Stay back!
Hang on, Dad!
That was a little too close.
And that's why cowboys are bowlegged.
Yoo-hoo,
children!
Just a reminder
that the big school science fair is next week.
It's shaping up to be a real competition.
And, Jimmy, when you win,
please keep your acceptance speech short.
Will do. Thank you.
Jimmy Neutron, j'accuse!
Principal Willoughby, I submit
that Jimmy Neutron is too smart to compete in the science fair.
W-what?
You heard me—
it's totally illegal.
This is scandalous— my client is innocent!
Ooh, a trial.
I've always wanted to be a judge.
And robes— don't get me started, okay?
Well, Miss Fowl, call the court to order.
The case of Vortex verses Neutron
is now in session!
Cindy Vortex, present your case.
Thank you, your honor.
Fellow classmates, I ask you,
do you have the faintest hope of winning
this year's science fair?
No.
And who do you think
will win the fair?
Jimmy.
Why do you think that?
Well, he's won the last three,
and he's a total genius.
Precisely, which is why I submit
that this so-called science fair
is anything but.
I object.
You're out of order!
No, you're out of order!
This court's out of order!
The soda machine in the gym is out of order!
Your honor,
this line represents the potential of kids
who have never won a science fair,
while this line shows the potential of those who have.
To compete, I'm supposed to build the best stuff I can.
Condemning the rest of us
to lives of failure and desperation.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I submit
that you have no choice
but to ban this brain and ease our pain.
The prosecution rests.
Defense, present your case.
Huh?
Oh...
Sheen, call me as a witness.
That's just what they're expecting.
I call Carl Wheezer as a witness.
What?
Mr. Wheezer, state your name, please.
Carl Wheezer.
Where were you
on the night of the 16th?
I don't remember.
Or you don't want to remember?
Answer the question!
Which question?
The question you dare not answer!
Stop, stop!
I don't want to go to prison!
Stripes make me look hippy!
This is a travesty of justice!
You're right— plus it's almost lunch time.
The court finds in favor of Cindy Vortex.
W-what? Why?
Because her rhyme was so catchy.
"Ban this brain and ease our pain"--
oh, I love that!
Jimmy's out of the science fair— case closed.
Hey, Jimbo, why so glum, sport?
They banned me from the school science fair.
Really? What a coincidence.
I was banned from the science fair
when I was your age.
They said burping the periodic table of elements—
( burping ): helium, oxygen—
wasn't real science.
They said the same thing about leeching once.
What's the point of being smart
if you can't be the best?
Hmm...
Thank you, thank you.
Joining me in judging today's science fair contestants
will be the Candy Bar's own Stan Melnick...
Just buy something and get out— yeah!
And our very own gateway to Hollywood,
Corky Shimatzu!
You all super-sans.
And I guess that's it.
Ready or not, here we come!
Isn't it heaven without Neutron here, Libby?
Now I can totally wipe the floor with the competition.
Well, that is...
unless you win with your highly cool invention of, um...
What is it, again?
A mood CD player.
It detects your mood by skin temperature,
then chooses a CD to match it.
Ooh, let me try.
"Smash the Power" by Savage Lunch?
Meet F. Scott Iguana.
Place him on the keyboard in full view of this juicy cricket
and pretty soon his gnawing hunger
will force him to write the great American novel.
Gentlemen, and ladies, are you tired of spending
hours in the kitchen mashing potatoes?
I know I am.
Well, those days are over, thanks to Carl's Mash-o-matic.
Just place the spud in the hole...
shake up the Flurp...
and let science do the rest.
Neutron, why are you even here?
You were banned, remember?
I know.
I just couldn't stay away.
I miss the smells, the sounds...
the certainty of victory.
You keep your memories and I'll keep first prize.
Now, get lost!
The judges are coming!
( sputtering ) Hey...
Your circuit breaker— just let me...
Get away!
I'm perfectly capable
of fixing my own invention.
Oh... okay, fix it— hurry!
"Sweatsock Transmogrifier."
Super crazy!
How does it work?
Um, old sweat socks
go in here, and...
voilà, they're combined into a new sweater.
Now I can work my sweat socks back into my ensemble— yeah!
Well, judges, I think we know
who's getting first prize this year.
Congratulations, Cindy.
Thanks.
I thought victory would be sweet,
but it feels all wrong.
What's the point of winning
if I can't beat Neutron?
You're saying you miss Jimmy?
No, I don't miss him!
Oh, who asked you?
And so, first prize for this year's science fair goes to...
Stop the judging!
Which one of you is Jimmy Neutron, by kringle?
I am. Who are you?
Lars Svenson from Sweden.
And you've won this year's Junior Nobel Prize
for your "I Can't Believe It's Not Oil" machine.
I can explain, son.
You see, you were feeling so glum
about not being in the science fair
that I sent your idea to the Nobel Prize folks.
Whoa, whoa!
Hold up there, pally.
I don't see any of genius boy's inventions anywhere!
But it's right outside.
It is?
Okay, Jimmy,
fire up that machine and make us all
proud and tingly.
My...
I can't believe it's not oil.
Isn't that super?
Unfortunately, Jimmy got
the big booteroony from the fair,
so the winner is...
Wait, wait!
Bolbi make science, too.
You forget to be judging my instant mud hut maker.
Mud and donkey dung go here...
bricks come out here!
Now begins a portion of badness.
Jimmy, hit the kill switch!
I can't!
If I let go of the mulching brake
everyone will be turned into oil!
Cindy, you've got to do something!
Why? It's about time
Neutron took the fall for once.
But everyone will be mulched!
That's true.
Oh, this is a real poser.
Well, if Willoughby's mulch,
so is your trophy.
Everyone, listen up!
Grab your inventions
and get back here on the double!
Come on, move it, move it, move it!
Carl, shoot a potato into the tailpipe.
Sheen, throw your starving iguana at the control box.
Right!
Libby, fire all your CDs at the containment chamber.
Okay, we're clear!
"I can't believe it's not oil"!
I can't believe you're not in jail!
Well... this changes everything.
Judges.
Okay, first prize goes to everyone
whose inventions helped stop Jimmy's death machine.
Carl, Sheen and Libby, come on down!
But, but, I gave them all positive direction.
I deserve to be rewarded, too.
You were, Cindy.
You saved a lot of people
from being crunched into low-cost fuel.
And isn't that the best reward of all?
Don't worry, Jimmy, I saw everything.
We'll see you in court!
Don't make me habeas your corpus.
I ought to...
Anyone seen an iguana?
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