Mib.
Mibs.
Mibs! Mib! Mib!
Mib! Mib! Mib! Mibs!
Mib!
I will crush you!
Not if I crush you first!
I defy you to crush me!
You're almost crushed already!
I hear talking,
but I don't see much crushing!
You want to go two out of three?
Now, to make the treaty legally binding,
sign here, here, and here
and initial here.
Cindy, when I suggested that we be friends,
I didn't mean you should draw up contracts.
But this makes it so much cleaner.
It simply says that while you may be a genius,
I am better at people skills and Tae Kwon Do.
Can't we just try to be nice to each other?
Yes, once we lock in the terms.
Now quit stalling and sign the stupid contract!
Hi, Libby.
You smell beautiful today.
What do you call that scent?
Paint fumes.
I've been helping my mom redo the kitchen.
And speaking of your eyes,
they're like two limpid pools
shimmering in the golden sun.
Sheen, do you have a temperature?
Yes!
I'm a red-hot tamale
ever since I sent away for this booklet
in the back of Dingo Man Comics!
"How to Impress the Ladies"?
Guaranteed to make me your boyfriend
or one-eighth of my money back.
Allow six weeks for shipping.
But, Sheen, I already.
Let's just let things happen naturally.
Sorry, babe—
the love train's left the station.
And now to pick an adorable nickname for you.
Sheen...
You want to exit
the love train?
All right.
What's the nickname?
I made a list!
How about "Puff Mommy?"
No. "Sorceress of Sass?"
Nuh-uh.
"Libby-licious?"
Try again.
"Puppy Paws?" Pass.
"Frankie 'Three Chins' DeCarlo?"
Say what?
Just throwing it out there.
Good forward nose... Yeah, yeah, uh-huh.
Nice coloration... Yeah, hurry up.
Excellent density...
Would you come on!
I said sample my new low-budget ice creams,
not bore them to death!
Hello!
That's what I'm trying to do!
So? How do you like the Catfish Swirl?
Hmm, not bad.
But not as good as your Mocha Almond Tile Grout!
Mmm... grouty.
Neutron, what's the hold-up?
And why is your hand trembling like that?
The town's emergency siren!
Sheen, Carl, follow me.
I may need you!
Wait!
What about the treaty?
Oh!
I'll be back, "Princess Funkenstein!"
No!
What's going on, Jimmy?
I don't know, but it sure is big.
Jimbo, get inside, son!
It's an emergency!
I can't, Dad.
I'm flying up to see what's going on.
I'd better come along.
It could be dangerous.
Sorry, no can do.
The extra weight will slow the rocket.
Yeah, but...
Well...
Uh, if you need me don't hesitate to...
Call.
Ha! You call that a plane?
Sheen, don't tease the military.
Goddard, call up omni-directional scanner.
Now zoom in.
It can't be.
I'm going in closer, guys!
What is it, Jimmy?
An alien message rock?
I thought they were just a myth.
Well, get a good look,
because that guy's about to waste it.
No! What's he doing?
He doesn't know what it is!
Captain, this is Jimmy!
Don't shoot that rock!
Out of the way, fly-boy!
No, you don't understand!
It contains an important message for Earth!
Yeah? Well, here's my message:
Eat lead, space rock!
Engaging cloaking device!
Hey... where'd the space rock go?
Oh, well.
Men, back to the base for milk and cookies!
Yee-haw!
Yes, sir, milk and cookies!
Non-geniuses can really make life difficult.
And how.
Tell me about it.
Now, I'll simply trap it
in a suspension beam
and lower it gently to the ground.
It's headed right for our street!
Hold on, guys!
My entire life's passing before my eyes again!
Remember when we shaved our heads?
Yeah, that was cool.
Engaging suspension beam!
Oh, what a day!
Morning, Wheezer!
Morning, squirrels!
Morning, two-ton space rock hurtling down on my head...
Honey...
call the chiropractor.
Order! Order, I say!
My friends, what in the name of Tarzan's tree house
are we going to do about this space rock?
Space rock evil!
Must destroy!
Let me make ice cream out of it, yeah.
I can make that rock a superstar!
People!
People, please!
I know what this rock is!
Carl, Sheen, show the first slide.
Lights!
Ow!
Sheen, I'm right next to you!
Since 1511, there have been reports
of rocks with strange symbols falling from the daytime sky.
In every case, these rocks were destroyed
before scientists had a chance to study them.
These are those rocks.
Minsk, Russia, 1653.
Rock pulverized by imperial guards.
Reykjavík, Iceland, 1810.
Also crushed.
Lima, Peru, 1880:
rock elected mayor, then overthrown by rebels.
At least it wasn't crushed.
Then crushed.
Butte, Montana, 1957:
rock made into soup and eaten by prospectors.
Carl!
Ladies and gentlemen,
the aliens that sent these message stones
are today giving Earth another chance.
I implore you to let me take the rock to my lab for study!
Well, Jimmy, in light of this new information,
I've rendered a decision...
Wait!
I'd like to comment
about my friend Jimmy's excellent plan!
Cindy, no, I don't need your help.
I thought you agreed
I have valuable contributions to make.
Yeah, but...
Thanks, you won't be sorry.
Fellow townspeople, my friend Jimmy is a genius,
and his plan makes a lot of sense...
but I'm not convinced.
Hey, you said we were friends!
And friends should tell you when you're wrong.
People, just because
we receive a message from aliens
doesn't mean we have to answer it.
But think what they have to teach us!
If they're friendly!
Haven't we learned from the Yolkians
not to talk to intergalactic strangers?
Well, what in the name of Gandhi's tap shoes
are we going to do with it?
Well, I was thinking
we could turn it into a tourist attraction
and use the money to buy new schoolbooks.
Now we're getting somewhere!
All in favor of makingk
a tacky, overpriced tourist attraction, say "aye."
Aye!
No!
It's unanimous!
The motion's passed.
Now where's my big, shiny car?
Gosh, Neutron,
this friendship thing is working out well.
Mystery space rock!
Step right up and take your picture
with the mystery space rock!
Carl, what are you doing?
Well, after Cindy made the rock
into a tourist attraction...
the town made me photographer.
Take my picture, my good man.
I'd be delighted.
I'm blinded!
This is ridiculous!
A communication from a highly advanced society
falls right into our laps
and I can't even examine it.
But everyone voted, Jimmy.
It was a shining example of democracy.
To heck with democracy!
Stand back, Carl.
What are you going to do?
If the rock won't come to the lab,
then the lab will come to the rock.
No! This is terrible!
What is it, Hugh?
My favorite show, General Post Office, is canceled!
Oh, that's all.
"That's all"?
Sugarbooger,
that show had everything!
The episode where Marlene got stuck in the sorter
made me laugh, and cry, and hack up phlegm
all at the same time!
Well, look at the bright side.
Now you can spend that much more time with Jimmy.
Jimbo? Our son?
Oh, that's a great idea, shug-boog!
I bet he's craving my advice
on one of his science project thingies
right now.
Okay, lady, smile.
I did it again!
There you are, Jimbo.
How's it going, sport?
Oh, hi, Dad.
Just decoding these hieroglyphics.
Hmm, I bet it's some sort of recipe,
maybe for space gazpacho.
That'd be spicy, huh?
Actually, whoever sent this seems to be posing
some sort of riddle to us.
Ooh, a riddle, no kidding.
I love riddles.
Hey, I have a doozy!
It seems there were these three Irish fellows,
Colin, Liam and Seamus...
Um, Dad, if you don't mind,
I think I'd like to do this on my own.
It's pretty complicated.
( sadly ): Oh.
Of course, Jimmy.
What was I thinking?
My son, the genius.
Didn't mean to... interrupt.
I knew you'd understand.
See you at dinner.
Jimmy! Jimmy!
Don't worry!
They tried to get me to tell,
but I didn't say a word!
Sheen, calm down.
What is it?
The army's looking for you!
They know you took the space rock.
Huh?
They asked me where you were,
but I'm no stoolie!
I said, "Jimmy's my friend.
"If he's with the rock in the park,
you're not going to hear it from me!"
Sheen, remind me to remove what's left of your brain later.
Jimmy Neutron,
this is General Abercrombie.
Step away from the rock!
But, General, it's a message to us from space.
I'm on the verge of translating it!
I don't care if you're going to take it slow-dancing!
It's strange and unfamiliar, so we have to destroy it!
No offense, but you don't know what you're talking about!
All right, mister, I warned you!
Hey, what are you doing?
Get off that!
Goddard, take me up!
Faster, Goddard!
They're getting away!
Prepare to launch locating device!
Good...
Now steady...
Jimmy, aren't you done
with my pictures yet?
Not yet, Carl.
They're my only record of the rock's hieroglyphics.
Hey, look— I have people on my belly.
I'm very close, guys.
The aliens' language system seems to mix
advanced prime numbers
with a variant of early Aramaic.
Once I send the symbols through this program I rigged...
Guys, look!
What does it mean?
I don't know.
"In the dark, they arrive without being fetched.
In the light, they are lost without being stolen."
Carl, call Cindy and Libby
and tell them to meet us at the army base at 2100!
2100? But that's decades from now!
It means 9:00.
Oh. That's better for me.
Neutron, if the army took the rock,
they must have a reason.
Yeah, Jimmy, we could get in trouble.
Go ahead and leave,
or stay and be tiny footnotes to science history!
Tiny footnotes! Yeah, footnotes!
Works for me. Whatever.
Now, I was able to attach a locating device to the rock
before the army took it away.
Ready, guys?
Ready!
Let's find that rock.
Hello, fellow children!
Bolbi?
Bolbi, what are you do?
Bolbi worship giant sp!
Bolbi spiritual.
But how did you...?
Never mind.
My friends, by answering the riddle
inscribed on this rock,
I will be sealing Earth's friendship
with an advanced alien.
"In the dark, they arrive without being fetched.
In the light, they are lost without being stolen."
The answer?
Creamed corn? Republicans?
No.
The stars.
( electronic voice ): Intruder alert! Intruder alert!
Funny riddle, Jimmy.
Can we go now?
What? No!
This is my only chance to fill in the answer!
Then step on it!
You're the only one who knows the way out of here!
Hey, you kids!
Stop right there!
Jimmy...!
Almost done.
Almost dead.
Finished!
Wh-what's happening?
I-I'll tell you what's happening!
We're being sucked into space!
Jimmy, I'm scared!
Don't be scared, Carl!
A civilization this advanced has no need for violence!
Where are we?
I don't know.
Prepare yourself, guys.
I'm afraid the ways of this culture
may be too sophisticated for our meager minds to comprehend.
Humans of the planet Earth,
you have been judged by the Great Stone
to be an advanced species...
So come on down for fabulous prizes!
It's time for the Malvexian Galaxy's favorite game show,
Intergalactic Showdown!
Now, here's the host of Intergalactic Showdown,
the omnipowerful Melda!
Thank you, thank you.
What a fantastic crowd.
A contestant search?
Your "important message from space"
is a lousy contestant search?
Sweet!
Will there be prizes?
And big cash jackpots?
I'd love a fabulous dream vacation!
This can't be!
The rock indicated a cultured, highly advanced society!
Whoop, whoop, whoop!
Boo-yah!
This week's show
pits these tiny-brained hominids from the outer rim
against some of the galaxy's most interesting life-forms.
Let's meet those life-forms now!
Vandana?
Thanks, Meldar!
They're smart, they're sassy,
and they've evolved to a nonskeletal form.
Meet the Brains!
Eww...
Next, they've been called the sharpest species in the galaxy.
Say hello to the Needleheads!
Mib!
Oh, man, those voices
are going to get on my nerves.
And finally, they're a warmongering species
from the Kondracke Belt, give it up for the Gorlocks!
My in-laws will feast on your entrails!
Thanks, Vandana!
It looks like it will be quite a match!
Now, let's get right to...
Excuse me.
Just what kind of game is this?
Now, don't make fun.
Remember, it did take them 500 years
to solve the Riddle-Stone.
I'll explain it to you slowly.
You'll be competing against those species
in various "challenges."
The winner gets a fabulous new car!
The loser gets their home planet destroyed!
I can't believe this is happening!
I know.
We could win a new car!
Count us out, Meldar.
We refuse to participate in this crude spectacle.
But, Jimmy, the car!
Then you forfeit.
Your planet will be destroyed in five, four,
three, two...
No!
Stop!
We'll play! We'll play!
Wonderful.
The battle for survival will begin in a moment.
But first, a word from the good folks
at Quiznox Tentacle Lubricant!
Hugh, no one seems to know
where the children are.
Oh, you know kids.
They're probably out playing some crazy space-alien game.
Look at duckie!
Humans of Earth.
Your planet is being connected to the Galactic Cable Network,
with over nine billion channels of service.
Free cable?
From space?
Enjoy watching your fellow creatures play for their lives
on this edition of Intergalactic Showdown.
What did he mean, "play for their lives"?
I don't know.
But nine billion channels!
Look at all these great shows!
Laser soccer from Regulon.
Who Wants To Marry A Yolkian.
Studs!
Hugh, go back!
I think I saw the kids!
It was just some stupid game show.
Hugh!
Jimmy!
My sweet baby!
What is he doing there?
Playing for cash and valuable prizes, I assume.
I'm calling the other parents.
Stay on that channel!
Okay.
Ooh! Andromeda 90210!
Hugh!
Can't we just watch at the commercials?
Let me get this straight.
If we don't play, he's going to destroy the Earth?
What do we do? What do we do?
We don't do anything, Carl.
I have the most extensive experience
with alien life-forms, so I'll handle it.
My brain power is our only hope
of winning this game.
Jimmy, as your new friend,
may I say something?
Of course.
It was your stupid brain power
that got us into this mess!
And we're back!
For our first event, we take you to a desolate planetoid,
where the squishy jelly bags from Earth
will face the savage Gorlocks!
Let the games begin!
All right, admit it.
That was kind of cool.
All righty!
Who's ready to play florgus ball?
Florgus! Florgus! Florgus!
I love florgus ball!
What's florgus ball?
You've never heard of florgus ball?
What, do you people live in a cave?
Look, it's simple.
All you have to do is put this ball
through those goal posts...
We can do that!
While riding florguses!
M-M-Mr. Meldar, do I have to play?
Can I be a cheerleader?
Oh, let me think... no!
Gorlocks and Jelly Bags, mount your florguses!
Heeyah! Heeyah!
Nice florgus.
Good boy.
Don't eat me.
Mommy!
Looks like this won't take long.
Heeyah! Heeyah!
In my homeland,
I am skilled bug rider.
Uh-oh.
Bolbi backwards!
"Chapter 27: impress your chick
with your mastery of the animal kingdom."
Hey, Libs!
Watch your man show this tin-plated flea who's boss!
Heeyah!
Whoa-oa-oa-oa!
Ready? Set? Florgus!
Leave it to me, guys!
Neutron, wait!
We can help!
Oh, don't worry.
That probably didn't e.
Score... Team Gorlock!
But she knocked me off!
She can do that?
I can do that.
Good florgus...
All right, easy.
Hey, I'm on!
Everybody, look!
I'm riding a florgus!
Neutron, this is a team sport.
We've got to work together.
Guys, trust me!
It's all Euclidean geometry.
That's my specialty!
And... florgus!
Florguses can fly?
Yes! Didn't I mention?
Okay, that probably hurt a little.
Your team plays
like the girly-men of Xenon 5.
Surrender, and we will be merciful.
And condemn my planet?
Never!
Florgy, no!
Bad Florgy!
I don't care what Neut.
I'm getting in this game!
Heeyah!
Who's your girly-man now?
I'm open!
Pass the ball!
I know I can beat him!
That actually looked quite painful.
It's Gorlocks: two, zip!
Cindy was wide open!
Why didn't you pass it to her?
My fault— I didn't allow for variables.
But I've recalculated my strategy.
This game's not over yet!
And this game is over.
The final score: Gorlocks, 586, Earth, zippitty-doo-dah!
Your wrists are thin,
but your heart is valiant.
My game plan was perfect.
I don't understand how I could have lost!
Check out the instant replay.
You might learn something!
Yay!
Jimmy fall off good!
Well, it certainly looks bad for Team Earth.
If I were an Earthling, I'd start thinking
about how to spend my last fear-filled hours of life!
Get out of the way!
This is unimaginable!
It's inconceivable!
I don't believe it!
I know!
The reception is amazing!
I can see every bead of sweat
on your terrified son's face, Wheezer!
And if you like this, you'll love
this new soap opera Andromeda 90210!
Turn it back!
Well, you bipeds better shape up.
Teams dropping two events in a row
have had their planets destroyed
99.99% of the time.
Gotta say, I'm lovin' the whole zapping thing.
It's time for our next event—
Mountain Menace!
The humans will be facing the Needleheads,
who are just coming off a victory
against the Brains
in the Greased Martian Toss!
Mibs! Mibs! Mibs!
They're like tiny nails
scratching on the blackboard of my brain!
Whichever team retrieves
one of the mushrooms in front of that cave wins.
But watch out for the horrible beast that lives inside.
Aww.
Mib, mib. Mib. Mib.
Oh, man, I'm going to run over there
and get that mushroom just to shut them up.
Check it out, babe.
Cowabunga!
Takes a real man to run that fast.
Nice try, Sparky,
but how about waiting
till I start the game!
Ready? Set? Go!
Okay, everybody— let's split up.
One flank to the left, one to the right.
The right flank can run interference for the left.
Too dangerous, Cindy.
It'll be safer if I use
Goddard's extending claw to grab a mushroom.
Goddard, fetch!
Mibs. Mibs. Mibs.
Mib.
Mib!
Mibs.
Mib.
( squeaky voice ): Mibs.
Mibs, mibs, mib.
Mib.
Mibs, mibs, mib.
Mib.
Mib!
The Needleheads win.
We lost again.
We should have gone with Cindy's plan.
How could we be beaten by them?
Because they played like a team.
Ever hear the word, Neutron?
Your grandstanding is going to get the entire Earth destroyed.
Look, if you guys think you can do a better job,
then just say so.
We think we can do a better job!
Mibs.
( screams ): Why you little...
Come back here!
Well, day one is over
and it looks like Team Earth is dead last.
Aww...
I know— poor, overmatched, little tiny-brains.
Let's check in with them at base camp, shall we?
I can't lie to you— we had a bad first day out there.
But I still believe
I have the trust and support of my fellow teammates.
Neutron's being a total buttbrain.
I swear, if he gets the Earth blown up,
our friendship is over.
Hello, peoples.
Hello to you.
I can't see you.
Are you in there?
Hello.
Yeah, I'll be honest w-
this is a man's planet.
Like I was saying to my chicky-babe Libby earlier,
"Cupcake," I said, "just sit back
and let your big strong hunka man take care of you, right?"
That's it!
Stop the camera.
And you! Come with me.
Ow, ow! Not so hard— I'm delicate.
Uh, guys,
I think building camp would go more quickly if we...
Don't touch anything!
Careful, Libby.
You'll hurt your little delicate hands.
Sheen, what are you doing?
I shall make the fire.
But, but... I got it.
Did I make the fire?
No, but you sure beat the heck
out of the earrings I was making.
Bad news, nitrogen gulpers.
As the last-place team,
you must now vote off one of your teammates.
But first, a little ambiance.
Let the ritual begin.
We are not voting anyone off.
Okay, then, in that case, I'll have to destroy Earth.
No!
Quit arguing with him, Neutron.
We all know there's at least one person
this team would be better off without.
Bolbi?
No— Neutron.
Oh, so that's the way you want it.
Well, bring it on, Blondie.
I've got Carl and Sheen on my side.
Right, guys?
Right.
Sheen, no! Vote with me and Cindy.
Right.
Don't tell him who to vote for.
Ooh, I'm loving this.
It's time to vote.
Each player will step forward
and place their vote into the giant Head of Truth.
First up, Jimmy.
I tried to be your friend, but I have a planet to save.
Sorry, pally.
The human race can't afford another slip-up.
Bye-bye, big-head.
Well, you know what they say, dude:
You can fool all the people some of the time,
but you can't fool the time with the people that the, the...
Forget it! Dang!
I hope that once you get over the betrayal,
you'll still come over for cookies.
Bolbi not wearing underpants.
I'll tally the votes.
"Jimmy."
"Cindy."
"Bolbi."
"Cindy."
"Jimmy."
"Bowlbee."
Sorry, Libs,
but I'm not your love puppet.
That'd be a nice nickname, though.
Two votes Jimmy.
Two votes Cindy.
Two votes Bolbi.
And the first person
voted off your team will be...
And the first person voted off your team will be...
Bolbi.
Yes!
Bolbi, you just voted yourself off.
Yes— in everybody's face except Bolbi.
No, you wanted to lose.
Winning is bad.
How can win be bad?
Win be good.
Bolbi, your team has spoken.
It's time for you to go.
What did you do to him?
He'll be kept in the Cell of Indignity
until the end of the game.
You can only free him by winning.
Remember, one more loss and Earth will be destroyed.
Sleep tight.
Poor Bolbi— trapped in the Cell of Indignity.
He's probably being horribly tormented right now.
A little to the left.
This is terrible.
We can't just sit here and do nothing.
The funny-talking lady is right.
I'll go make some snacks.
Wait a minute, Hugh.
Doesn't Jimmy have an old wormhole generator
outside behind his clubhouse?
You mean that time/space gizmo of his?
Yeah, but I was going to turn that into a bird feeder.
Darhlink, could this generator get us to that planet
so we can help our babies?
It might— if we can get it running.
Then let's move, people!
Move it! Move it!
I will run powerful extension cords to your lawn, yes.
I'll set up the computer next to the clubhouse.
Sugarbooger, what should I do?
Keep watching, Hugh.
We need to know what's happening with the children.
You can count on me...
just as soon as I make some bean dip.
I can't believe I almost got voted off.
I know everyone wants to help,
but it's too risky.
My genius is our only chance.
What was that?
Stay here, boy.
Be quiet or we both die.
You...!
You better back off, I'm warning you.
I've been doing... wrist sit-ups.
I come in peace, Earthboy— hear me.
I can see that you are the most intelligent of your species.
Thanks.
Uh, what do you want exactly?
For eons, this show has plagued the galaxy.
But with your keen mind,
we might be able to end this game forever.
I don't see how.
Meldar can instantaneously
transmute matter and energy.
There's no defense against that.
Meldar keeps us weak
by pitting us against each other.
But if we all joined forces—
Gorlock, Human, Needlehead and Brain—
we might find a way to defeat him.
Wait a minute, why should I trust you?
You almost killed me today.
Ah, but I didn't.
That's true.
By the way, my name is Jimmy Neutron.
I am Chee-aaaak-toh.
But you can just call me "April."
Chee-aaaak-toh— nice name.
No, I'm serious.
Call me April.
I must go.
Consider my words, Jimmy Neutron.
Neutron, what's going on?
I thought I heard a creepy alien.
Are you okay?
They're not creepy, and I'm fine.
What do you care, anyway?
You tried to vote me off tonight.
Yeah... listen, um... about that...
I may have been a little rough.
A little?
If it were up to you,
I'd be in the Cell of Indignity.
Well, it was your fault we lost.
Well, it won't happen again.
Good night! Good night!
Good night.
Can I have a glass of water?
I don't love you anymore, Malvac.
I never have.
A sulfur-breathing vixen like you
doesn't know how to love.
Oh, no! Could this be the end
of Dakota's torrid affair with Dr. Malvac?
Hugh!
I'm changing it back.
It's time for our next event.
Let's go live to the planet surface.
All right— welcome back
to our second day of play.
Humans, Needleheads— it's time to play Can You Eat This?
Bring forth the Wheel of Consumption.
Now, the rules are simple.
You spins it, you eats it.
Needleheads— take it away.
Mib.
Mibs.
Mibs!
Oh, too bad—
bring out the disgusting Earth goop.
Aw, man, banana cream pie.
How lucky can you get?
Mibs, mibs...
Talk about your messy eaters.
Humans— you're up next.
I measured the torque of his spin with my watch.
I think I can make the wheel land on banana cream pie again.
This event goes to the person with the strongest stomach.
But, uh... No buts— have Carl do it.
Yeah, he eats anything.
I don't eat newspaper.
Well, I'm trying to quit.
Ew!
Mmm-mm— it's a scrumptious plate
of Plutonian Gut Chunks— yum-yum.
Great, don't listen to the guy
who computed the torque spin.
He lives in a sad little fantasy world.
I can't eat that.
Carl, you've got to.
I can't.
If you don't, the entire Earth will be destroyed.
There'll be no more Retroville.
No more ice cream.
No more llamas.
All right! I'll do it for the llamas...
and Jimmy's mom.
Hmm... mmm, mmm!
Mmm, these are really good.
Wonderful!
Mmm-mmm... ( gulps )
Ahh.
Team Earth wins.
Please, sir, can I have some more?
Come on— let go.
Just let me lick the plate.
You're very lucky life-forms.
I doubt you'll do as well in the next event.
See, Neutron? That's what happens when we work as a team.
We got lucky, Cindy.
That dish could have poisoned Carl.
But it didn't!
We all have skills to contribute.
Psst— Jimmy Neutron.
Excuse me.
I got to go fix a thing...
behind the place... there.
What is your answer?
Will you help me?
I don't know, April.
There's a lot at stake here.
My planet could be destroyed if I mess up again.
Would you allow a thousand worlds to be crushed
while you tremble like a Dembian Wimpbeetle?
Well, of course not.
You're right— I'd rather go down fighting.
Count me in.
I knew you would not disappoint me.
Ugh! You kissed me.
I simply pledged loyalty to you
with the Gorlockan Seal of Trust.
What is "kiss"?
Yeah, well, it's... a sign of affection.
Okay, you see, when a girl likes a boy,
then they, uh...
Aha!
I knew something funny was going on!
No, Cindy, no.
It was a simple... trust ritual.
Oh, like I didn't just see you swapping alien spit!
Not that I care... at all.
I do not understand, Jimmy Neutron.
Is the pale, homely female your mate?
No! No way!
Homely?
I do not think she is worthy of you.
Oh, yeah?
Who asked you?
No one.
Do you want a piece of me?
I thought you'd never ask.
Catfight! Catfight!
Cindy, April, stop!
Have you lost your min!
I dream about girls fighting over me every night.
That, and swimming in a vat of pudding.
Stop!
Conserve energy for events,
and stay away from Earth scum.
Are you all right, Cindy?
Like you care.
Go check on your girlfriend.
She's not my girlfriend.
We're tearing each oth!
Are you certain this machine
will tear the very fabric
of time and space?
Well, not with that attitude it won't, Mr. Negative Pants.
Hugh, what's happening on the show?
It looks bad.
Dakota just found a blonde scale on Dr. Malvac's suit.
I mean on Jimmy's show.
Oh, uh, I think they're going to start the final event.
Oh, we've got to hurry!
So, uh, how do you guys go to the bathroom?
We have eliminated the need for such activities.
Cool! Could you show me how?
If we could wait ten million years for you to evolve.
Hello... ( chuckling )
No, no seriously.
Brains, humans, welcome
to the obstacle-course challenge.
The humans need a victory to stay alive.
Contestants must traverse the bridge of horror,
scale the mysterious monolith, cross the molten river,
leap over the pit of fear and cross the finish line to win.
We'll begin
on my signal.
We can win this, easy.
I hate to say this, but I think you're right.
Ready?
No cheating.
And...
Guys... guys, it's a shortcut.
That's weird.
Why would they put a sign up?
It doesn't matter.
I can see the finish line.
Come on!
We did it!
We're back in Retroville!
We won the game!
Take that, alien slime!
Can you smell what the Earth is cooking?
Guys... guys, hold it.
Something is wrong here.
Where's Bolbi?
He was supposed to come back with us.
And where's Goddard?
Where's... anybody?
The whole town is empty.
Uh, guys, check out the street signs.
They're blank.
All of them.
But at least the new daytime moon is pretty.
A striped moon?
That's a meteorological impossibility.
Kids... Carl... Jimbo...
Did... did you hear that?
Kids... Jimmy Neutron... Libby...
It's coming from over there.
Come on!
Kids... Kids... Kids... Kids... Kids... Kids...
Carl...
Well, this was fun.
Good luck with everything.
Carl, get back here!
Stay close, everyone.
Hooray! Yay!
All hail the conquering young heroes.
Mom, Dad, what a relief.
Yeah, for a moment we thought everyone
in town had vanished.
Yay! Hooray!
All hail the conquering young heroes.
Okay...
Here, kids, eat and forget this whole scary business, yes.
Eat, children.
Eat and forget.
Ew, it tastes like Sheetrock.
Wow, I've never tried that flavor.
Eat and forget.
Uh, Jimmy, what the heck
is wrong with our parents?
Could be anything— stress, lack of sleep,
being turned into zombie aliens.
Either way, run!
I don't think we're in Retroville.
This is all an illusion.
The Brains have placed us under mass hypnosis.
What if they make us act like chickens?
What do we do, Jimmy?
Unless we can break their hold on us,
we're completely at the Brains' mercy.
Eat... Forget...
They're coming!
I say we jump.
Maybe the shock will wake us up.
Or get us killed.
For once trust someone other than yourself.
I've got a gut feeling about this.
Eat... Forget... Eat... Forget...
Jimmy, come on!
This goes against science.
Trust me!
We're back.
We shattered the illusion.
But, look, the Brains are almost at the finish line!
We're too late!
We're going to lose!
No, we're not.
We can still catch them if we work together.
Come on!
Go without me!
Go, go!
Go, Carl!
Cindy, you go!
I'll hold it!
But you can't...
Just go!
Neutron!
Nice going, guys.
I knew you were going to say that.
Oh, did you really?
Yes, because you always do.
Oh, really?
Yes, really.
One of these days...
one of these days, Zoren 5—
bang, zoom!-- to the planetary nebula!
I love the classics.
Better check on the kids.
Hey, Jimbo has won another round!
All right!
This is as exciting as it gets, folks.
Earth has pulled into a tie for the lead.
Jelly Bags, it looks like you'll be facing the Gorlocks
in a sudden-death showdown.
Bring it on, tuxedo boy.
Oh, I will... right after these messages.
A tie breaker with the Gorlocks
for the very fate of Earth itself?
I'm going to need more snacks.
Okay, that should do it.
Wormhole generator pow.
Would you look at that?
It works!
If I can lock onto Goddard's coordinates...
And we're back.
It's time for the final event, pitting the savage Gorlocks
against the show's biggest surprise, Team Jelly Bag.
Team Earth!
Whatever.
Each team must select one player to compete
in our trivia showdown.
You're up, Jimmy.
Maybe one of you should play.
You know as much about their culture as I do.
Neutron, it's trivia.
If you can't answer the question, we're doomed.
Don't think about screwing up
and destroying the Earth.
Have fun with it.
All right, now, the first player to bang the gong of trivia
will receive the question.
The clock starts when I say go. Go!
Huh? Huh?
I've got to reach that gong.
Well done, Gorlock.
Now, remember, the rules allow you one lifeline—
someone back home who can answer the question.
Here's your question:
"Why do the Krexels of Remnion 8 cross the ice caps of Merbior?"
Um... to get to the ot?
Oh, so close.
No.
It's to shed their suction cups, and mate.
Sorry.
Father!
Well, little jelly man,
it looks like it's all up to you.
I found them!
We have their coordinates!
Lock and load, people.
Let's do this thing.
One...
All right, everyone, who wants nachos?
Two...
Whoa!
Three!
My nachos!
Hugh!
Oh, Hugh...
And now, Jimmy Neutron, here is your question.
Hmm?
Dad?
Jimbo, hi!
Your mom got your wormhole thingy running,
and I saved the nachos.
Well, interesting.
It seems this jelly bag is this earthling's lifeline.
No, he isn't!
Hmm?
I should explain, Dad.
Oh, I know everything, Jimbo.
You're on Intergalactic Showdown—
the Malvexian Galaxy's most popular game show—
and you're tied for the lead.
But how did you...
It's one of the new shows your mom and I get
with our new galactic cable hookup.
Is he your lifeline or isn't he?
Come on, Jimbo, what do you say?
I've always been great at game shows.
Unless you'd rather do this on your own.
Guys, my dad's going to be our lifeline.
That's crazy! What?
Listen to me.
He's been watching spa.
He knows more about alien culture than any of us.
Everyone else had a talent that made the team stronger.
So how about it?
I trust my dad.
He has a point.
Maybe he could do it.
Oh, all right.
Dad, it's all yours.
Cool!
Come on, Meldar.
Let her rip.
Oh, with pleasure.
For the survival of the planet, here's your question...
What have I done?
Here is your question:
How many evil twins were hatched from Dakota's birth sac
on the popular daytime drama Andromeda 90210?
But no one could possibly answer that!
We're toast.
It's okay, Dad.
You tried.
Hold up, Jimbo, I'm not done.
It's impossible to answer,
because Dakota's evil twin wasn't hatched— she was cloned
by Dr. Malvac's jealous wife's ex-husband's former love child!
Duh!
Sorry, Team Earth, it looks like you...
are our big winners!
Oh, sweet freedom!
Humans, your planet is saved.
You are now free to go home...
in your beautiful new astro car!
Ooh!
That's right, Meldar.
It's the Antares Z-Class Sedan
with multi-warp star drive
and optional cloaking device!
That's it?
You kidnap us into space,
threaten to blow up Earth
and you think you can make it right
by giving us a stupid car?
Maybe you'd like me to destroy your planet anyway.
No, no, no!
The car's fine!
Yeah, we love the car!
I thought not.
Care to stick around
for the destruction
of the losing home worlds?
No, thanks, we're good.
Come on, son.
But... shouldn't we...
Forget it, let's get out of here!
Yeah, before he destroys
everything we love and cherish.
Shotgun!
April, I...
Well, guys,
we saved the Earth.
And more importantly,
we won the car!
This isn't right.
We've got to go back!
Neutron, what are you doing?
I'm reprogramming the auto pilot.
I won't let all those planets be destroyed!
Are you nuts?
We barely got out of there alive!
Now, Jimbo's right, kids.
Having your planet destroyed
can ruin your whole week!
But how do we stop Meldar?
I mean, he can do anything— sing, dance, act.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
We do it by using teamwork, Carl.
Hang on, everyone!
Uh... are we sure we have the right Jimmy?
Life-forms, time to destroy your planets!
First up: Planet Gorlock!
Do your worst, space slime!
Oh, I will.
Who wants to join me in the big countdown?
( with audience ): Five, four...
three, two, one...
Huh?
Hoo... we, uh...
well, we seem to be having some technical difficulty.
Attention, fellow aliens, attention!
We interrupt this program
to bring you an important news bulletin!
Uh... deadly clam-hoppers from Ultralord episode 143—
it was an excerpt— are headed this way!
All life-forms are urged to calmly...
run for your lives!
Run! Flee! Go!
I'm being attacked right now!
It's got me! No!
No...!
Someone is getting so fired!
Clam-hoppers!
( calmly ): That is all.
I've never heard of Ultralord or clam-hoppers.
But if it's on network news, it must be true!
Stop! Remain calm.
I still control all that you see and hear!
What in the name of curved space!
The jelly bags?
Ha-ha! You missed me!
Jimmy Neutron, you came back!
What are friends for?
All right,
everyone into the car!
And check out the plush, roomy interior!
Wait! We can't go yet.
We've got to be sure no species
will ever be forced to play this game again.
But Meldar has been destroyed!
We saw it!
I'm afraid he's only temporarily disrupted.
Then we must go.
Wait. Listen.
Absolute power like Meldar's
has to be focused
through a matrix generator.
If we can find that generator, we can shut him down for good!
It's madness.
There's no hope!
There is if we combine our talents.
Meldar kept us weak by forcing us to compete,
but together, Brain, Needlehead, Gorlock and humans can team up
to cancel his show per!
Who's with me?
I am with the Earthboy!
Who's up for putting Intergalactic Showdown out of business?
I'm in! Kids?
I'm in! Yeah!
We are swayed by your logic.
Mibs!
Okay, then, here's the plan...
Poor clueless life-forms.
Don't you get it?
I can bend space, twist time, warp reality... like this!
There are too many.
Fall back!
Going somewhere?
I think we can take her!
Who wants to buy a vowel?
We're back, folks!
With a real show stopper!
Put me down!
Goddard, beam Vandana's positronic brain!
We might be able to control her!
( voice vibrates ): A new... new car!
Thanks Meldar... Meldar!
Now what!
Oh!
I'm going to be sore in the morning.
Now's our chance!
Attack!
This is going to be fun!
Hard to maintain control.
And the brighter those cuff links glow,
the stronger Meldar seems to get!
Mibs!
Ah, very nice.
What did you do to him?
He thinks he's a beautiful ballerina.
He's quite graceful.
Yo, brainless!
Over here!
On three.
Works for me.
One, two, three.
Bad Florgy!
I hate show biz.
Leapin' Leptons!
Of course! Meldar's matrix generators—
they must be hidden in his cuff links!
And by the way, you're fired.
It's time I sent you to commercial, permanently.
On, Sugarcube!
Huh?
Carl, I need his cuff links!
Here you go, Jim.
Carl! You tamed your fear
and your florgus!
Yeah!
Her name's Sugarcube.
She likes to have her eye panels scratched, don't you, baby?
You jelly bags think you're funny, do you?
Well, comedy is easy.
Dying is very, very hard!
My matrix generators!
Hey, floaty-boy!
Looking for these?
Careful! If you let the poles touch,
you could blow up the entire quadrant!
Please! I'll do anything you want!
Really? Will you stop tormenting other beings
for your amusement?
Done!
And will you
put the Brains in charge of programming
more wholesome family entertainment?
Never!
All right, I agree, I agree!
Now give me back my ge.
I don't think so!
I'm going to leave these
with someone a little more responsible.
Someone I know I can trust.
I will prove myself worthy of your trust, Jimmy Neutron.
Was that the Gorlockan seal of trust?
No. That was a kiss.
( suggestively ): Mibs!
Time to go home, kids.
Uh, sorry, Carl,
but you know what florgus grease does to the interior.
He can't come.
Good-bye, Sugarcube.
I'll miss you.
Come on, Romeo, let's get out of here!
Will I ever see you again?
Our planets are separated
by parsecs of space, Jimmy Neutron.
Maybe just one more kiss then.
Get in here!
So, blah, blah, blah, your planets are saved.
What about me?
What am I supposed to do now?
I've been thinking about that.
Exercise the easy way with the amazing Electron Toner!
Ow!
This is quite painful.
This really hurts!
I love my nine-billion- channel cable hookup.
It's amazing!
I'm so glad the aliens let you stay connected.
Have I shown you my favorite channel?
Low-gravity snuggling from Venus?
Come here you.
Ooh, your hands are cold.
Oh, Sam, I, um...
I had the most horrible dream about your ice cream.
Don't worry, Carl.
Just eat and forget.
Eat and forget, yeah.
Uh...
See, Sheen, you don't need
some dumb booklet to impress me.
You helped save the Earth
just by being your old nerdy, hyperactive self.
Thanks, Libs, and from now on,
I'll leave the dumb nicknames
to my new friend...
Dino Suave!
Hey, sweet-cakes, you're kind of cute.
No.
There.
"I, Jimmy, agree that you, Cindy,
surpass me in several extremely cool categories."
Your turn.
"And I, Cindy, agree to be more appreciative
and demonstrably nicer, to you, Jimmy."
You know, Neutron, this is kind of like
our version of the Gorlockan seal of trust.
Huh?
Oh, well, maybe from...
a certain point of view, I guess.
What a weird ritual!
Um... how did it work again, exactly?
Well, uh... you...
you just sort of pucker your lips like this,
and...
Oh, no, it's happening again!
Greetings, Jimmy Neutron.
You've got Warp Mail.
All is well, Jimmy Neutron.
Today we slew a giant corchak and there was much feasting.
Then we retooled shows for the new fall lineup.
Oh, just forget it, Neutron!
You two obviously have
a lot of "trust sealing" to catch up on!
"Snuggle Bunny"?
"Twinkle Face"?
"Gangstress of Love"?
That's all I got!
Hey, Carl, come back inside.
My new Rocky Road has actual rocks, yeah.
I'll be right there!
Cindy, it's just an email.
It'd be rude not to respond.
Go ahead, write a novel for all I care!
Who's stopping you?
But... but... but... but...
But...
Hmm... let's see now.
"Dear April..."
Okay, that's long enough!
Cindy, wait, no!
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