Gentlemen, ready to test the new Robowalker
with hydrosonic dance moves?
Jimmy, how come you want your Robowalker
to do funky dance moves
and get down with its bad self, yo?
Because I'm entering the International
Cyborg Dance Competition being held in downtown...
What the heck just happened?
I guess Jimmy mailed himself to downtown...
Welcome back to B.T.S.O. Headquarters, Agent Neutron.
Commander Baker!
You could just call me.
Too risky, Neutron.
We have an assignment for you.
Okay, which one of you clowns put that in?
I have no idea, it wasn't me, this is ridiculous.
Beautiful Gorgeous, who you helped put in prison,
has just been released for good behavior
after serving two weeks of her 45-year sentence.
She got out 45 years early?
She was very good.
Anyway, since she's the daughter
of your arch-nemesis, Professor Calamitous,
and criminal corpuscles run in her cold, heartless veins,
I want you to trail her and see what she's up to.
Why aren't you using your top agent Jet Fusion?
That's what we said, he never listens to me.
No murmuring.
Agent Fusion is on vacation.
Can we count on your help?
I don't know.
I'm prepared to cry and beg.
I'll take the case. Good.
When Beautiful Gorgeous was in prison,
we inserted a tracking device in her brain
to help you locate her.
Is that legal?
Uh... yes, eh... oh, look!
A spy satellite.
Where?
Good luck, Neutron.
Thanks for letting us come along
on another top-secret mission.
Aw, it wouldn't be as fun without you guys.
That's for sure.
Carl, this is a top-secret spy mission,
not a musical.
Well, can we make it a spy musical?
No!
I tracked Beautiful Gorgeous
to Spinelli's Tuxedo Emporium.
There she is.
As beautiful and gorgeous as ever.
Jet Fusion?
As big and handsome as ever.
Beautiful's trying to strangle Jet.
Let's move, spies.
( gasps ): Jimmy Neutron?
Jet, she was trying to strangle you.
That's the silliest thing I've ever heard.
She was just tying my bow-tie on.
You got to wear a tuxedo when you get hitched.
Huh?
Who's the lucky gal?
That would be... me.
Congratulate us, Jimmy.
We're getting married.
What?
Married? You and Beautiful Gorgeous?
But... Jet, she tried to annihilate us on Mount Everest.
She's your mortal enemy.
That's all ancient history.
Now she's my little Snooky-ukums, isn't she?
Isn't she?
What bizarre, unfathomable universe have we entered?
Being in jail those long two weeks
changes a person, Jimmy.
I was tired of being evil
and when I got out I went to apologize to Jet and...
We fell in love.
Well, congratulations.
As president of Estevez Weddings-R-Us,
I can videotape your wedding
and get you the greatest singer in the world:
my girlfriend Libby.
Jettikins, weren't you going to ask Jimmy something?
That's right.
Jimmy, I'd like you to be my best man.
Me?
Well, you're the one
who brought us together.
And we're so grateful.
Well, we must be off— lots to do.
See you later, best man.
Got to jet.
Ooh, I love it when she says that.
Call me Mr. Skeptical,
but I'm not buying this for one second.
She's up to something.
I concur, Mr. Skeptical.
Once evil, always evil.
She's a witch, I tells ya!
Burn her! Burn her!
Sheen, settle.
I've got to tell Commander Baker about this.
I don't think he'll take it very well.
Jet is marrying Beautiful Gorgeous?
What bizarre, unfathomable universe have we entered?
That's what I said.
I know she has something evil planned
and I'm going to find out what.
Good, Jimmy.
I'm glad you're on the case.
We're on the case, too.
Hi, I'm Carl.
We're going to keep a round-the-clock watch
on Beautiful Gorgeous.
Aw, do we...?
All right.
Jimmy, this is boring.
They're just making goo-goo eyes at each other.
Yeah, I can watch my parents do that at home.
Thanks for that visual.
I wove you my wittle Beautiful Gorgeous,
gorgeous pumpkin pie.
Oh, my wittle Jetty-wetty, foozy-woozy.
Oh, barf.
That's disgusting.
You'll never see me acting a fool over some pretty girl.
Hey, Sheen.
How do you like my impersonation
of a timber wolf for our nature assignment?
Looks pretty good, but work on your howl.
No prob.
So Libby, you want to sing at Jet and BG's wedding?
Regular rate, cash up front, no checks or credit cards.
And ask Cindy if she'll videotape it.
Jimmy, she's using a laser beam on Jet.
Jet, look out!
Jet, she's a beautiful but evil vixen.
Whose middle name is danger.
Beautiful "Danger" Gorgeous Fusion?
She was trying to laser you with a laser.
We were just engraving our wedding rings.
Oh... right.
Yeah.
Well, sorry.
We'll see you later.
She's a witch, I tells ya!
Burn her! Burn her! Burn her!
( giggling ): Oh, Jet.
This could get dangerous.
If Beautiful tries anything,
we may have to get our hands dirty.
That's okay.
I always carry sanitary wipes.
Maybe we should call the A.M.S.F.S. for backup.
You never heard of the Atomic Monkeys Special Forces Squad?
Trained monkeys dedicated to fighting crime
and pursuing justice whenever they are called upon.
No. No.
You know, Jet, I've never told anyone this before,
but you know what I've always wanted to be
ever since I was a little girl?
One of those people that puts those little plastic tips
on the end of shoelaces.
How did you know?
Hey, garçon!
Can we get some nachos and buffalo wings over here!
Shh!
Sheen, we can't attract attention to ourselves.
Wait! Bolbi know you from somewhere.
You are the Donkey Boys—
super-famous rock band from Bekhanistan!
No, we're not.
Go away.
Bolbi wants your autograph.
Get out of... the way!
Jet! Watch out!
Hey! What are you doing?
Saving your life again.
She was trying to...
Practice cutting the wedding cake at the reception.
Anything wrong with that, Jimmy?
Uh... well... no.
I guess not.
Unless... there's a bomb in the cake.
The only thing dangerous in this cake is the 20,000 calories.
A likely story.
Apparently it was a likely story.
Jimmy, I know this all seems strange,
but I love Beautiful.
She's left the whole villainess thing behind.
I really have changed, Jimmy.
Please believe me.
I'm in love with her, kid.
I want to be with her till the day I die.
I swear on The Big Book of Spy Rules.
Okay, I... I guess I was wrong.
Sorry, Beautiful.
So what do I do as best man?
Very simple.
When Commander Baker asks, "Who has the ring?"
you just say, "I have the ring."
Okay, I'll see you at the wedding.
But I want cake.
Good-bye, Donkey Boys.
Guess they really are in love.
Duh! She's beautiful and gorgeous.
Yeah, she's almost as pretty as your moth...
Jettikins, I have a very important question to ask you.
Ask away, my little bucket of love.
Do you think we should have
these kind of candies at the reception?
Funny looking candy.
Looks like a strange rotating disk that hypnotiz...
Listen to me closely.
The next person who says "I have the ring,"
destroy them.
Well, Jet, in about an hour
you'll be a married secret agent,
movie star, action sports guy.
Yeah.
Well, thanks for meeting me here, guys.
I have to admit I'm nervous.
Hey, Jimmy, are you nervous about being best man?
Why? What's the big deal?
All he's got to do is say, "I have the ring."
Goddard, nonlethal stun.
Huh.
You okay, kid?
Barely felt it.
Sorry— must be prewedding nerves.
Would you guys excuse me?
I need to do some, uh... best man things.
Uh, Mr. Fusion, do you know the spy song?
Uh... no, and I don't think I want to.
But you can sing it because you're a spy.
Something is rotten in Retroville,
and I think I know who's behind it.
A wedding dress and a mourning gown—
I can't wait to wear them...
on the same day!
Jimmy! Didn't your mother teach you to knock?
Tell me what you're up to,
and I mean now.
Why, Jimmy, whatever could you be talking about?
Jet just attacked Sheen, and I think you're behind it.
As an agent of the BTSO, I'm taking you into custody.
Is that a hypno-ray?
Could be.
All right, you've got me.
I knew I couldn't outsmart someone like you.
Just let me get my...
I knew you hadn't changed!
I was born bad and beautiful
and I'll stay that way.
Too bad you'll only enjoy my evilness for a few hours.
Why are we going to see Beautiful Gorgeous?
I got to ask her if it's okay to play
the Ultra Lord theme song
when she walks down the aisle.
So what's your evil plan this time, Beautiful?
I might as well tell you, since you have a starring role.
When you say "I have the ring" at the wedding,
Jet will attack you in front of all those witnesses.
You'll be eliminated, Jet'll go to jail for it
and I'll have rid the world
of the two best crime fighters alive.
Hello, slight problem.
How am I supposed to go to the wedding if I'm locked up?
Way ahead of you.
I'll just erase the last 30 minutes of your memory
with this.
You'll forget everything.
Huh?
What am I doing here?
Hey, I got to get to the wedding.
This really is the happiest day of my life.
Busted, Beautiful!
We heard everything!
Give up and we'll go easy on you!
Yeah!
Please.
Come and get me, boys.
All right...
You were saying?
How about two out of three?
No way!
Too bad you're going to miss the wedding.
It's one Jet and Jimmy will never forget.
That laugh could get annoying.
So Neutron's the best man?
Yeah, more like best nerd.
I bet he'll look like a...
Hunk muffin...
Oh, hi... James.
Hey, Cindy.
Hey, Cin, put your eyes back in your head
and let's get to work.
I can't believe it— Neutron looks handsome.
Oh, no, that's going to be on the tape.
Wait, everybody!
Technical difficulties!
Got to rewind!
Okay, hit it.
Who gives this gorgeous woman to be wed?
I— her father, professor Finbar Calamitous, evil genius,
an innocent victim, currently rotting in jail
for a crime I did not commit...
do.
Now Jet's going to attack Jimmy
and we'll miss the wedding!
No, we won't.
I'll call the Atomic Monkeys Special Forces Squad!
Sheen, even someone like me—
who believes in fairies, leprechauns and pixies—
knows there's no such thing as...
Thank you, Colonel McSwain.
I owe you one— and you owe someone an apology.
Sorry, Colonel McSwain.
Come on, we've got a wedding to stop!
Dearly beloved,
friends, assorted secret agents...
Hurry up, we got to get to the church
before Jimmy says, "I have the ring."
Dang it!
It's the annual Retroville Marching Band Parade!
We are gathered here today
to join this secret agent and this reformed villainess
in matrimony.
Hurry, we got to save...
Dang it!
It's the annual Retroville Giant Fan Festival!
in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer,
in the summer when it's all humid outside...
We're not going to make it to the wedding on time.
Hey, isn't that the annual Retroville Skateboard Festival?
And there's Nick attempting a dangerous move.
Aw, I broke my leg.
on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday...
Can we speed this up?
Excuse me, Miss Impatient Pants.
Man, that church is far away.
And now it's time to exchange rings.
It's about time.
Best man...
Which side do we sit on, groom or bride?
Do you have the ring?
Yes, I have...
Jimmy, no!
What?
Jimmy, don't say you have the ring.
Sheen, it's not "You have the ring,"
it's "I have the ring."
Okay, I have the ring!
No!
I knew he'd get cold feet.
What's going on?
Beautiful Gorgeous hypnotized Jet.
To attack whoever says, "I have the ring."
So he'd do away with you!
And he'd go to jail!
Thereby eliminating...
( choking ): two of her enemies.
I knew she was bad.
Quick, everybody say, "I have the ring!"
Uh, I have the ring.
I have the ring!
No!
Stop it!
Everybody!
Be quiet!
All right!
Let's take it home!
No!
You tell 'em, Carl!
Stop singing!
You people are ruining everything.
Oh, my beautiful plan!
Jet!
He needs mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!
No!
I'm awake, I'm fine— no need.
Commander Baker, arrest that bride.
Got to go.
Enjoy the buffet.
Not so fast, Beautiful.
Man, talk about fear of commitment.
Thanks, guys, you saved my life.
You're welcome.
Hey, CB, do we get some medals?
I always carry some with me, just in case.
That's what I'm talking about.
Honorary spy.
Well, Jimmy, you were right.
My fiancée was a big, fat liar.
Yep, beautiful on the outside, pure evil on the inside.
Can you get me out of this, Jet?
We'd make a great team, you and I.
Sorry, Beautiful.
Game called on account of jail.
I'm proud of you, Jet.
Yeah, spies like me are better off alone, kid.
Anyway, in a few days Beautiful will just be a distant memory,
a tiny pothole on the road of life.
Who am I kidding?
Call me when you get out, Beautiful!
Write me everyday.
I'll wait for you, baby!
I think we all learned something very important today.
Once a crook, always a crook?
Clothes make the man?
The Atomic Monkeys Special Forces Squad rules?
No, we learned that we can all sing pretty darn well—
except Sheen.
Aw, man!
Hit us again, Libby.
One, two, three, four...
What? I can sing!
Come on, guys.
Stop that!
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
That is all.
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