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Notice that despite his struggling,
he remains outside my zone of vulnerability
Okay, thanks.
( screams ) Okay.
For our next lesson...
That's absolutely ludicrous.
Nobody cares what you think, Neutron.
Besides, you can see it.
No, you can't.
Hey! Would you keep it down?
I'm teaching future bullies over here.
I'm telling you, you can't see the equator.
Just in unpopulated areas like the Pacific Ocean.
Wrong! The equator is invisible,
and so is your brain.
My head doesn't need its own time zone.
Why do you have to go there?
All this arguing is making me tense.
Just a little longer, Carl.
Our adventure should start any minute.
What adventure?
You'll see.
You can see the equator in the Pacific Ocean.
I'll have to take you there to prove it.
To the hover car.
What? I'm happy.
I only have enough fun fuel for a few hours,
so we'll keep the humiliation short.
Okay, I'll just demand an apology
instead of a grovel.
Okay, I meant your humiliation.
What's wrong, Libby?
Is anyone else getting tired
of Jimmy and Cindy's love-hate thing?
What do you mean?
The way they argue to mask their true feelings.
Hey, hold up.
You mean when they argue
that means they love each other? Exactly.
So when Jimmy says
he hates when I sneeze on his experiments,
he loves it?
When Cindy says
she'd love me to stay 100 feet away from her,
she wants me to stand next to her?
You know what?
Forget I mentioned it.
I'm so going to prove you wrong.
If I was ever wrong, I'd admit it.
That would make me right— right?
There, the equator.
There's nothing down there— can we go?
Okay, wait.
There's something over there.
Yeah, right, give it up.
Afraid to look and see that I'm right?
Fine, let me put on the autopilot.
Okay, where?
Right there.
That's the sun's reflection.
No, not there.
Move your head, it's casting a shadow.
Careful, you guys.
That's a school of tuna.
No, not there— there.
Where? Right over there.
W-w-whoa!
Oh, no! Sheen!
Stop the hover car. ! Right.
I can't, it's on autopilot.
Well, take it off.
I'll save you guys.
So high...
So very high.
It's no use—
we're stuck on autopilot.
What do we do?
Guys!
Follow the sound of my voice.
Libby? Huh?
I like your song, but...
I know, you're right, Carl.
I'm afraid it's... hopeless.
No— I won't give up.
Did Lewis and Clark give up?
Did Charles Lindbergh give up?
Did Saul Hoffnitz give up?
Who's Saul Hoffnitz?
I give up.
The point is, I'm not going back to Retroville
without Jimmy and Cindy.
I'm going to turn off that autopilot
if I have to tear out every piece of equipment in here.
Okay.
Burglar.
Quiet, you!
Burglar.
I said, be quiet!
Burglar, step away from the vehicle.
We made it, Cindy— we're alive.
Not for long— my mom's going to murder me
because I ditched school. School?
Oh, great, look at these clothes.
The salt water's already fading the colors.
I don't think you understand.
Oh, no! What?
My piano lesson— If I'm not back by 4:30,
I'm in big trouble.
Listen to me.
We're on an uncharted island
in the middle of the Pacific Ocean
and the only people who know we're here
are flying away from us at 100 miles per hour.
We may never be found.
There, I disabled the autopilot.
We have our steering back.
Wow, I didn't know
you knew anything about electrical engineering.
I don't.
While yanking out those wires
I found the autopilot's off button.
So now we go back and save Jimmy.
And Cindy.
As soon as we turn...
That way. That way. That way.
Okay.
Uh... one, two, three.
That way. That way. That way.
Want to try best four out of seven?
Great, unbelievable.
Of all the people to be stranded with,
I end up with you.
Well, you wouldn't crack my top ten.
I'd rather be stranded with Attila The Hun.
I'd rather be stranded with Crazy Louie.
He could open coconuts with his tooth.
Like you'd last here without my science skills.
The ones that got us into this mess?
If you feel that way, maybe we should make separate camps.
Well, maybe we should.
Yeah! Yeah!
Fine! Fine!
I got us into this mess?
She'll be begging for my help before sundown.
Ow! Ooh! Ooh!
( dreamily ): I accept your nomination as Mayor of Donkeytown.
Oh, how pathetic.
He's lost without his precious lab.
Ooh...
Check it out, Neutron.
Looks like Miss Wouldn't-Last-A-Day
just scored lunch for a week.
Neutron— do something!
Hmm...
What would Crazy Louie do?
Oh, that's right—
he'd open coconuts with his tooth.
Neutron!
Just give him the bananas.
Oh... a monkey... chase...
rabies... scary...
Look, Cindy,
I'm not happy about this either,
but if we're stuck here together,
we shouldn't squander our energy fighting.
So what do you say?
Truce?
Truce.
Good— now let's look
for fresh water.
Oh, and one more thing.
Oh, that's not funny.
We're pretty close to where they went over,
so let's split up tasks.
I'll navigate.
Carl, you monitor the gauges.
I'll sing search-party songs
to raise our spirits.
No— you scan the ocean for them.
That works, too.
We've been hiking for hours.
Can't we rest for a minute?
No, we have to find a spring
while it's still daylight.
A person can only go 96 hours without water.
Well, there must be water here somewhere.
What else could keep these plants alive?
Oh, Jimmy, look out!
Whoa!
What is it?
Venus flytrap.
Really big Venus flytrap.
Oh... uh.
Right. Yeah, uh...
Thanks for, uh, saving my life.
No problem— carry on.
Jimmy, are, um... g-giant spider webs
made by g-giant spiders.
I don't know
and I'd rather not hang around to find out.
Feel the drop in temperature, Cindy?
I think there may be water nearby.
Cindy?
Cindy, there's a huge boa constrictor
wrapped around you.
Right, you probably knew that.
Uh... okay, don't worry.
I'll save you.
Uh...
Ah, ginseng.
The Chinese use ginseng
as a natural muscle relaxant,
and since a snake is one big muscle...
Hey, ugly, want a piece of me?
( snarls ) Is that the best you can do?
I've seen scarier puppy dogs.
Neutron... you saved my life.
We may still be in danger.
Snakes tend to live in...
packs.
Run!
If we get off this island alive,
it'll be a miracle.
Get off the island?
I just want to live till sundown.
We've got to jump. Jump?
Are you crazy? It's 100 feet to the water.
You were saying? Lovely day for a swim.
Ah, the sea—
whose water grows our gardens,
whose electric eels light our homes,
whose jellyfish fill our jelly donuts.
Sheen, none of those things do that.
You try staying awake staring at a stupid ocean.
What's that sound?
Carl, you're supposed to watch our readings.
I am, they're fine.
Well, what's the fuel gauge say?
It's fine, it's on "E"... for...
"engorged" with gas?
Assume crash positions.
Uh... all right.
If you say so.
You know what?
Just go back to the screaming.
Is everybody okay?
Well, I'm a little concerned
that we're stranded in the middle of the ocean.
Calm down Sheen. Don't tell me to calm down.
This is all your fault.
Anybody with a brain knows
that "E" stands for... um, uh...
"Elp yourself to some gas."
Does not. Guys!
Does so. Guys!
Does not! Does so!
Guys! This isn't helping.
We need to get through this.
We just need a strategy.
Libby's right.
Kiss up.
We'll need protein.
Let's cut to the chase: Who's eating who?
Who's eating whom.
That's it! I'm eating you.
Not if I eat you first.
I'll eat you in your sleep.
I'll chow down on you both if you don't keep quiet!
She's right— at least we're in a boat.
Jimmy and Cindy have been treading water for hours.
Poor guys.
Hey, Cindy.
Check it out.
Excellent form.
You win a guava-mango smoothie.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
You know, I hate to say it, Jimmy,
but aside from the man-eating plants,
giant spiders and vicious snakes, um...
this isn't so bad.
If we stay out of the jungle, we should be fine...
Did you just call me "Jimmy"?
Well, that is your name.
I know, I just didn't know you knew.
I thought you thought it was "Neutroid" or "Speutron"
or "King Cranium" or "Frankenhead"...
I know, I know.
Why do you think we always fight back home?
Oh, that's easy, because, well, uh...
maybe because... uh...
Huh... I don't remember.
I don't either.
I know I'm not supposed to like you,
but being here away from school
and grades and peer pressure,
it makes me realize how ridiculous that is.
You're a really cool person.
R-really?
I've sort of been thinking
the same thing about you.
Really?
Jimmy, if I had to be stranded
on a deserted island with anybody,
I'm glad it's you.
Me, too.
Um, Cindy, if you're not doing anything tomorrow,
well, do you think you might want to...
I don't know, hang out together?
Hmm, I may have to move some appointments around,
but what the heck, I accept.
Whoo-hoo!
Hungry...
All hope fading.
Promise to remember me, Libby.
Sheen, it's only been a few...
Promise me!
I promise.
Carl... I've loved you like a brother,
and I know you've felt the same.
Hmm?
Oh, yeah, mm-hmm.
Best friend...
Hey!
Are you eating something? Uh-uh.
Yes, you are, you little fink.
Hand it over.
I never did like you.
Let go... ow!
Sheen, don't do that.
Give it to me.
Aha! Carl!
I was going to share,
but I ate one and it was so good,
so I ate four more, and I, I...
I'm a terrible person!
You got that right.
Get his legs, Libby.
No, Sheen, You can't throw Carl overboard.
Why not?
He might have more food on him!
Come on, you guys...
Did you hear that?
It wasn't me.
It's an ocean liner.
Try to get their attention.
But they're so far away.
Jimmy must keep a flare in here.
Look around.
Maybe this is it.
"For emergencies only."
This is an emergency.
Push it.
We're okay.
Um... maybe we should just keep this to ourselves.
Got you.
Jimmy, wasn't this the best day ever?
You mean not counting the time
NASA let me use the Magellan telescope?
Uh-huh.
Definitely.
And to think— we get to do this every day.
No more homework or chores or mean people.
Just you and me and all the time in the world.
Cindy, I got you a present.
A present— on a deserted island?
But how?
Oh...
A mollusk.
How... charming.
You're supposed to open it.
A pearl.
Oh, Jimmy, it's beautiful.
Aw, it's nothing, really.
While you were gathering fruit,
I decided to open up a few oysters— 137 actually.
That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.
Huh? What?
Oh, no!
Not another day at sea.
I'll surely go mad.
Sheen, calm down.
Unless I'm already mad
and you're a mirage.
I'm going to mirage-slap your face.
Hey, where's mirage Carl?
Carl?
Oh, no! Carl's gone.
Oh, hey, guys.
Beautiful morning, huh?
Help yourself to some fruit.
Carl, where did you get those?
What, the freckles?
I have very pale skin, and with the sun, I...
The oranges.
Ow...
They're from that island.
Land ho!
We're saved.
Carl, why didn't you say something?
Hey, I got the fruit— I can't do everything.
Whoo-hoo, I love this hallucination.
Hello?
Anybody here?
Hello?
Guys?
Guys! Guys!
Jimmy!
My hover car.
We ran out of gas.
It's Carl's fault. No, it wasn't.
Looks like I can make the adjustments with my watch.
With island-brewed fuel,
we can be back home in a few hours.
Oh... that's great news.
Sheen, gather up as much shale rock as you can.
Right, mirage Jimmy.
Libby, I'll need some aloe to pulverize into a paste.
I'm on it.
Carl...
Carl?
Over here.
Carl, I need you to gather blue juniper berries.
Okay.
I'll work on the engine.
All right, girl, spill.
What's up between you and Jimmy?
"Up"? Nothing's up.
What makes you think something's up?
Oh... well, it's not...
Oh, I see, you thought...
It's a funny story, really.
Finished.
Now, put your fuel ingredients into the gas tank.
What kinds of rocks are those?
I didn't know shale,
but I found these cool rocks
deep in the jungle— look.
These don't feel like rocks at all.
They feel like...
Jimmy, that's the spider we saw.
I think we put her eggs in the gas tank.
If it destroys the hover car we'll be stranded here for...
Did she just call you "Jimmy"?
I have a plan, but for it to work,
one of us'll have to lure the spider.
I'll do it— it's all a mirage.
Where do you want me, chief?
Between the two tree houses.
Can do.
Now show the spider you have the egg case.
Hey, arachno-dude.
Got your huevo.
Yep, I've seen some ugly mirages in my day,
but you really take the cake.
Ooh... I'm s-s-scared.
Sheen, drop it and run.
Whatever.
In the hover car before he climbs out.
Jimmy. What is it?
We don't have to go. Huh?
What are you talking about?
We can conquer the spider together,
like we did everything else.
And we can rebuild our tree houses, avoid the jungle
and stay on the island, just the two of us.
We don't have to go.
Are you guys coming or not?
Yeah, let's get this mirage on the road.
Sam's new line of tropical shakes really hit the spot.
Mm-hmm, and it's good to hear
those two fighting again.
Yep— I guess everything is back to normal.
Cindy, for the last time,
Australia is a country.
You're wrong, Neutron.
Australia is a continent.
No, it's not.
Yes, it is.
No, it's not. Yes, it is.
To the hover car?
Right behind you.
I'll take the southern route.
The northern route is faster.
I don't need directions.
Maybe I should drive.
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( sauvely ): Hola, soy Pablo.
Got to blast!