One million of the brand-new dollar bills
with a winking George Washington on the front have been stolen.
How did it happen, Officer Tubbs?
The guards were hypnotized with a hypno-ray;
the vault was lasered open with a laser-lance;
and a child's report card was found at the scene.
We have no suspects yet,
but I think a crook or possibly a thief did it.
All those clues point to only one person—
local boy genius, Jimmy Neutron.
Hey, who's wearing the badge here?
Way to go, Jimmy!
Your first federal crime.
Why, Jimmy? Why?
I would've lent you a million dollars.
I didn't do it.
This is ridiculous.
Let's get out of here quick so I can figure out what's going on.
Carl, you don't have a million dollars!
It's the thought that counts.
Who would want to frame me?
Let's see... Professor Calamitous,
Iokius, the junk man,
Dr. Moist, those three alien guys,
Beautiful-Gorgeous, Baby Eddie.
Don't forget Cindy.
My lab's 24-hour surveillance video
will show me which one got in here.
Wait, I've seen this.
It's that new reality show,
The Boring Lab Where Nothing Happens.
There!
Somehow they got in my lab.
Analyze.
Someone with a wooden leg,
wearing Muno Bragli shoes from Italy,
with a kidney-shaped birthmark on their head.
Now to find him.
To the...
Oh, we're already there.
Let's see... push on and talk.
Ha! Cool.
( echoing ): Jimmy Neutron, this is the police.
Come out with your hands over your head.
That's physically impossible.
Why are they arresting me?
Maybe I can just explain to them...
No! Make a run for it, Jimmy.
I'll create a diversion.
I know exactly what to do.
You'll never take me alive, coppers!
( chuckling ): That was kind of cute.
I ain't going to the big house!
I got an UltraLord action figure,
and I'm not afraid to use it!
Top of the world, Ma!
Wait.
Now listen to me.
I was framed.
I can explain everything.
Yeah, right.
Tell it to the, uh... uh... the guy in the robe
with the little hammer, sits at a big tall desk?
The judge.
Right.
Tell it to the, uh...
What did you call him again?
Jimmy, I know you're innocent!
Don't forget to brush your teeth.
Hugh, our little boy is going to jail.
Seems like only yesterday he was stealing our hearts.
Don't worry, Jimbo!
I'll get you the best lawyer
a car salesman can afford.
Neutron's going to jail?
That's terrible.
Wait a minute.
Now I'm the smartest kid in class.
That's great!
Yeah, I knew him.
He was an odd kid, a little strange,
enormous head.
When will this be on TV?
Welcome to the South Retroville Rehabilitation Facility.
My name's Warren Buford Lee Stormshuckle.
You're mine now, boy.
I've got to get out of here and find the real crook.
I have the right to make a phone call.
Sheen, it's Jimmy.
Jimmy?
You mean Jimmy Neutron or Jimmy Carter,
the 39th president of the United States?
Neutron.
Listen. Do you remember that book we read in class—
Drills, Hacksaws and Shovels?
Bring drills, hacksaws and shovels to me.
Don't worry, Jimmy; I'm on it.
Yeah, thanks.
Did you bring what I asked for?
Oh, yeah.
The Big Book of Drills, Hacksaws & Shovels.
Man, we had to go to, like, six book stores to find it.
You owe me $12.95.
You were supposed to bring me a drill, hacksaw or shovel.
Oh, now I get it.
We're supposed to help you escape.
Sheen!
Sorry— I just always wanted to sing on a chain gang.
I can't take it anymore!
I'm going crazy!
I'm cracking up!
Carl, we've only been here for two minutes.
Feels like four.
What y'all doin' over there?
Working hard in the hot sun, Boss.
I bet y'all'd like a sip of this ice-cold and delicious lemonade.
Yes, Boss.
It ain't gonna happen!
Now stop talking trash and start picking it up!
I've got to get back to my lab, get on my computer
and find the wooden-legged, Muno Bragli shoe-wearing,
kidney birthmark-headed man, or we'll never be free.
But, Jimmy, you don't have your cool watch or Goddard
or anything to help us escape.
Yeah, I've still got this.
Your hair?
Carl, give me your glasses.
I'm blinded!
Dang! I can't see.
I hope no one's trying to escape.
Run!
Technically, I think this is actually hobbling.
Hurry! Faster!
Move as one.
We don't have time for your Zen philosophy, Jimmy.
We're trying to hobble!
My ankles are chafing.
Does anyone have any lotion?
No— Warden Stormshuckle's dog's tracking us.
We've got to hide.
Dang gum! Prison budget cuts.
Hey!
Is you talking mushrooms?
Look, a colorful, picturesque
local resident.
Hi, banjo-playing boy.
Sheen, please.
Hi, you probably don't have a computer
with high-speed cable or satellite connectivity?
Danged if I don't.
It's right over yonder there in my Internet cafe.
Okay, first, I'll search for all people with wooden legs.
17,864 wooden-legged people, okay.
Now... wooden-legged people with Muno Bragli shoes.
That sounds like Warden Stormshuckle
and his boom box a-heading this way.
You all better high-tail it out of here.
I don't have all the data, but we got to go.
I'll never forget you, banjo-playing boy.
Bye-bye, talking mushrooms.
Jimmy, have you seen a restroom?
Because I kind of have to find one fast.
Carl, we're in the middle of the woods.
They don't have restrooms.
It had an Internet cafe.
Just go behind that tree.
No one's going to the bathroom while we're chained together.
I've been holding it for an hour.
Oh, man!
This is the last time I get in a chain gang with you guys.
Don't look.
I'm not!
Hurry up!
I'm trying to!
I see a bear.
Is he a nice bear like a teddy bear
or a mean one?
I'm going with mean.
Hobble!
Man, those bear-wrestling classes my dad made me take
sure paid off.
I still have to go to the bath...
Dang. Them boys ain't here.
Keep looking!
We'll sneak into the lab and use my computer.
Carl, you can use the bathroom.
I'm good.
They've staked out my house.
We can't get in the lab.
Be on the lookout
for these dangerous escaped criminals—
Jimmy "The Brain" Neutron...
Sheen "Loco" Estevez...
and Baby-faced Carl Wheezer.
There is a $10,000 reward
for information leading to their arrest.
Call 555-5555-55555.
Cindy, shh.
I need to use your computer.
We're in a girl's room.
Nice PJs, Vortex.
I'm glad you jailbirds are here so I can turn you in.
No, Cindy, I was framed.
I can prove it.
Just let me use your computer.
Why should I?
I can do a lot with $10,000.
I'd start with your room.
May I suggest glow-in-the-dark UltraLord wallpaper?
No one's turning us in.
Hi, I'd like to turn in the escaped convicts.
If I just turn in two of them, how much do I get?
Sheen!
Wooden legs, Muno Bragli shoes, birthmark.
( gasps ): That's...
Buford Lee Stormshuckle.
Y'all are under arrest.
Can I get my 10,000 bucks?
How about $300?
All right, $50, but that's my second-to-last offer.
I'll just permanently delete
this here incriminating evidence.
You stole all that money?
But how'd you get into my lab?
I got your DNA off a straw at the Candy Bar.
Let's go.
They always return to the scene of the arrest.
20 bucks is my final offer.
Take it or leave it.
Okay, one buck and we'll call it a day?
I think I'll give y'all a dollar just to shut your trap.
Hey, wait a minute.
This is a brand-new dollar bill.
The Retroville Bank was the only bank that had those.
Uh... what?
Don't listen to him.
When you hold it up to the light, Washington winks at you.
Officer Tubbs, arrest this man.
Buford Stormshuckle, you're under arrest.
But, but, but, I..
( chuckling ): How do you do it, Tubbs?
Seriously, how do I do it?
Y'all want a nice cold Purple Flurp, Boss?
I'll get you if it's the last thing I do.
Less talking back and more picking up, son.
Take us home, banjo-playing boy.
All right, buddy.
Hang on.
I didn't know I could play this thing.
Boy, that is the magic of anim-in-ation.
Yee-ha!
( voice slowed ): Ha! You call that running?
( voice slowed ): This race isn't over yet.
( voice slowed ): Hope you like dirt because you're about to eat my dust.
That was cool.
Now let's race at super-fast speed.
Then let's race right in the middle of slow and fast.
You mean normal.
Yeah, normal.
Boy, I wish we could hang out at Jimmy's forever.
Hey, kids.
I can't wait until career day tomorrow
to tell your classmates
that I'm a professional ventriloquist.
You're not a professional ventriloquist.
I am now.
Say hello to Flippy Two.
He's just like Flippy One except not completely destroyed.
Right, Flippy?
You said it, hot shot.
Are you really bringing that thing to class tomorrow?
Sure, I am.
I'm even working on some new material.
So Flippy, how you been lately?
Not so good.
Some bees tried building a nest in me this morning.
You call a beekeeper?
Yeah, but I got a buzzy signal.
Get it?
Buzzy signal.
It's the sound bees make.
Oh, gee, look at the time.
Uh, yeah, I just remembered
I have to be...
someplace other than here.
Wait, where are you going?
They're probably off to tell all your friends about tomorrow.
You are going to be so popular.
Bye-bye now.
Hi, Mom.
Hi, Jimmy.
I'm making sugar cookies.
Monkey shapes for your father
and Danish physicist Niels Bohr for you.
That's nice.
Is Dad really doing his ventriloquist act tomorrow?
Oh, I'm afraid that's my fault.
He was getting so obsessed with ducks,
I asked him to get a new hobby.
But his jokes are so... well...
Oh, Jimmy, how bad can they be?
What else is new, Flippy?
I got arrested for stealing a sheriff's badge.
Why'd they let you go?
They couldn't pin it on me.
Comedy gold.
That bad.
Maybe you could help your father write some new jokes.
Mom, I'm a scientist, not a comedian.
Hey, wait a minute.
Knock, knock.
Be right there.
Wait, no, that's not it.
Hello, Neutron residence.
( in Spanish accent ): Sí, this is Poncho's Hat Repair.
Your sombrero, she is ready.
Oh, goody, I'll be right over.
Honey, I'm off to pick up my sombrero.
Didn't even know I owned one.
Chip, please, Goddard.
What's that thing?
That, my friends, is a funny chip.
Carl.
It will supercharge the joke receptors
of the nearest brain.
I'll implant it in Flippy.
As the computer shows,
as long as my dad's holding Flippy,
the chip will stimulate Dad's joke receptors.
The result— my dad is 512% funnier.
Cool.
Come on, that chip is pretty funny.
And that is how you reattach the coolant manifold
of a 12-year-old High Breeze air-conditioning unit.
I thank you.
That's my dad.
Thank you, Mr. Estevez.
Our next speaker will be Jimmy's father,
Mr. Hugh Neutron.
Thank you, thank you,
thank you.
It's so great to see all these smiling faces,
isn't it, Flippy?
Yes, it sure is.
I haven't seen this many teeth since Miss Fowl came back
from the Denture Depot.
Yeah.
Huh?
Can't you just smell the learning?
Wait, that's Butch.
Dude, do you ever shower?
What else do you like about Lindbergh School, Flippy?
You can't beat the cafeteria.
The food there is fit for a king.
Here, King...
here, King.
Oh, King's a dog's name.
There were so many laughs, Sugarbooger.
I didn't even know I knew those jokes.
Jimmy, you must have been so proud.
Huh?
Oh, I sure was, Mom.
I think Flippy and I are ready for the big time.
Weddings, mall openings, maybe even bar mitzvahs.
Dad, maybe it's time to retire Flippy.
You know, quit while you're on top.
Quit?
Not a chance.
I have to keep practicing.
From now on, Flippy isn't leaving my side.
Hugh, I think your new hobby is starting to come between us.
Don't be ridiculous.
Say good night, Flippy.
Good night, don't let the termites bite.
Come on, dollface, fill it up.
It's coffee; you can buy more.
Mom, what's going on?
Oh, your father and that dummy.
He hasn't said a word in his own voice all morning.
Hey, am I talking too fast for you?
You need a wood-to-English dictionary?
Let's go!
Dad.
Dad?
He's fine, Jimbo.
Eat your breakfast.
Jimbo?
The chip.
Flippy, I know what you're up to.
Hey, bad move, kid.
Your pops and I share a brain
and I could do some serious damage.
Up, dummy.
I think your father's finally lost his mind.
No, it's been stolen.
Sorry, Mom, got to go.
We got here as fast as we could, Jimmy.
Flippy's using the funny chip to suck out my dad's brain
so he can turn real.
It's turning my dad into a zombie.
First your dad's not funny enough,
now he's acting like a zombie.
Will you never be satisfied?
Are you done?
Maybe.
Um, why can't you just take his chip out?
I have to get him away from my dad first.
While they're in physical contact
Flippy can do permanent damage.
Why didn't you say so?
I can get them apart, no problem.
They're having a lawn sale.
What are they selling?
All your stuff.
You're selling Neutron's telescope for a quarter?
I'm also heisting his dad's brain,
marrying his mom and moving to Vegas.
Now, do you want it or not?
I'll give you a nickel.
A dime.
Done.
If you want them separated,
I'll separate them.
How much for that puppet?
I'm not a puppet.
A few more hours and I'll be real.
Come on, how much?
I want a puppet.
I said take a hike.
Just let me hold him.
Whoa!
For a dinky puppet, that kid's pretty strong.
That does it.
This has gone far enough.
Quit stealing my dad's brain.
Back off, Jimbo,
or I'll set the inside of his head on "frappé."
Magnetize.
Whoa!
No!
No, Jimmy, please.
All I wanted was to be real like you and your friends.
Well, not your friends, they're morons.
But you don't know what it's like being a dummy:
unable to cry or laugh,
always wearing tiny, ill-fitting suits
and don't even get me started
what I got to put up with to get my mouth to move.
He could warm his hands up once in a while.
Please, just let me be real.
I don't think so.
Oh, no, ( laughing )
the brain transference is complete.
Jimmy!
Jimmy, are you okay?
What happened?
He's got my dad.
We can't let him get away.
Buckle up for safety.
I see him on your tracking thingy.
They're headed for the woods outside of town.
We've got to catch them.
Flippy doesn't need my dad anymore.
Probably plans to...
Flippy! No!
Sorry, kid, the big guy's got to go,
or you'll keep trying to get his brain back.
Man, that's one smart puppet.
You sure that's your dad's brain?
My dad's brain...
He was getting so obsessed with ducks
I asked him to get a new hobby.
Obsessed with ducks...
Obsessed with ducks.
Flippy, look— pied-billed grebes.
Really?
Hey, I know what you're trying to pull.
Well, it ain't going to work.
Look at all the duckies!
Wait till I tell Sugarbooger.
I got him, Jimmy!
I'll open his hatch
like a coolant manifold on a 12-year-old High Breeze.
What?
Where am I?
Dad, it's Jimmy.
Are you okay?
Feel strange.
My head's all... ( gasps )
Hey, look!
Duckies— lots of them!
Oh, I love duckies almost as much as I love pie.
I wish they could make duck-shaped pie.
Oh, boy, wouldn't that be something?
Or how about pie-shaped ducks—
then you could have dessert and dinner at the same time.
And then he threw Sheen across the lawn
and threatened to set your brain on "frappé."
Wow! I miss everything.
Well, that's enough excitement for me
for quite a while.
Thank goodness things are back to normal.
You got that right.
( in Flippy's voice ): Could you please pass the salt?
Yeah, well...
It's probably just a residual brain wave.
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