Gotta blast!
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Lady and gentleman, Mom and Dad,
through the miracle of neutron nanotechnology, I present smart pants!
Almost done, Goddard.
The secret weapon that'll make our parents run screaming from the school.
I call it Rebellion.
It's a concentrated version of the hormone that makes kids challenge authority.
One whiff of this and they'll run amok.
Faced with such sheer raw mayhem, the parents will be forced to bail.
Did you notice, when our brains were floating inside that thing together
which was disgusting by the way,
one of us was imagining us walking down a country lane, holding hands and kissing.
So Neutron's the best man, yeah, more like best nerd.
I bet he'll look like a...
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Hunk muffin.
- Oh, hi James. - Hey, Cindy.
Hey Cin, put your eyes back in your head and let's get to work.
Think, think, think!
Brain blast!
If I can create a colossal amount of static cling
I can capture my pants, destroy the nanochip,
and still have time to get to the movies.
Goddard, we've got to stop those nanobots before they destroy the whole town.
But how?
Think, think.
Time to go potty!
Brain blast!
I should be able to use the Baby Quackers remote
to control the Malibu Death Machine. Come on!
Folding and hanging. I could teach it to you!
♪ Folding and hanging, I'm folding ♪
Carl, Carl! Carl!
Isn't the Wonderful World of Llamas show going to be on pretty soon?
Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me. I better go home.
Tonight's episode is Bahama Llama.
Wouldn't want to miss that.
Hey, does time fly when you're folding and hanging or what?
- Bye Jim. - Bye Carl.
♪ Folding and hanging ♪
Um, 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.
♪ You're a spy guy, even more than I ♪
♪ And I bet you don't cry ♪
♪ When you get poked in your eye ♪
♪ Or when Jimmy's mom says goodbye ♪
Hey guys, why is today like no other day, huh, you ask?
Hm? Hm? Hm?
Because I brought a new Ultra Lord action figure!
Errrr!
You bring one of those every day, Ultra Loser.
Well, well Ms. Maiden of Wrongness.
Evidently, you are not aware that
this is the Ultra Lord action figure number 3 with factory gender error
Should I wear this dress to the prom?
Ultra Lord soars majestically through the sky,
knowing he's made the world safe for Sheen-kind.
But hey, what's that icy wind blowing from the frozen lair of Doctor Nippy?
Ultra Lord can't maintain altitude.
He's plummeting to the ground.
No!
Ouch!
Son, must you pelt your father with tiny flying men?
Sorry Dad, but flying Ultra Lord is all I have.
Swimming Ultra Lord is rusted
and Tunneling Ultra Lord suffered a worm-related mishap.
Vote for Bolbi! We slap dance every day.
Like home!
♪ Slap, slap, slap, Clap, clap, clap ♪
♪ Slap, slap, slap ♪
It's Bolbi time! Bolbi win contest with Yuri the musical goat.
Five, eight, two, twelve!
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My little talk with Jimmy paid off.
I should write a book.
I think I will, and I'm going to call it, "My Little Talk With Jimmy Paid Off."
Now, something this impressive surely deserves the cancellation of
the cruel and unusual punishment of not being able to go to the movies.
Well, your pants did get put away.
All right.
Zingo! Let's have pie.
Oh, Hugh.
It's okay everybody, just a little pie-based accident.
How long can meringue burn anyway, am I right?
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