I'm wearing blue da ba dee da ba die-
SHUT UP!
(theme music)
Los dos amigos azul!
(funky pop music)
Sorry man I'm just not feeling it
Dude, my mom is the world champion of dancing. If we don't win this competition, she'll never accept me as her child.
No, I just meant the music's not loud enough, which is why I got these
Woooooah
(theme music)
Los dos amigos azul!
(funky pop music)
(power whirs down)
Balls!
Yeah, the circuit breaker's right here. I'm sure we can just flip the switch and the power will come back on.
No, ugh!
Dude its locked
Where's the key?
It's in the -- no! No dude we can't go in there!
We have to
But no one's been in the garage for 20 years man!
It's either that or we can't practice for the dance competition
Alright
Let's do this
AHHHHH! OW!
Ow -- Dude! What the hell?
Door opens this way
Yeah so the key should be somewhere over here I think
Where?
Somewhere over here in this corner
WOOOAH Woah! I just saw something
WHAT?!
Ne-nevermind, it's probably nothing. Just keep going.
Can we please just get this key and get out of here
WAH! I just saw something
Woah. WHERE?! WHERE?! WHERE?! WHERE?! WHERE?!
It's over there
Dude there's nothing over here
AHHHHH!
(growling)
Jeffrey, what the hell
are you doing out of your cage? - Wait.
You know this thing?
Know this thing?
i made this thing.
(overtly dramatic music)
I began my cloning and gene splicing experiments when I was
only eight years old. My mom wouldn't give me a Super Nintendo so all I had
left to do was play around with advanced and controversial science
projects. You want a cookie?
- No. - Alright.
Suit yourself. When I was 12, I completed my first successful experiment down here
in the garage. I spliced my genes with that of a lobster and created Lobster
Hands Boy. He was a mild success but after he was involved in a horrible
petting zoo accident, I had to terminate him-- best lobster I ever had. Hey, what
are you doing? Get out of here! Get out! Anyway,
the creators of South Park were kicking around the idea of making a real-life
South Park so they contracted with me to make what I called Head Twice the Size
of a Normal Boy's Head Boy. They scrapped the movie claiming that people with
abnormally large heads were just too weird. I mean, I-- I don't-- I don't see it. I
think they're pretty cute.
- How do you know all this stuff? - Bill Nye the Science
Guy taught me everything I needed to know.
And last but not least-- hey, Jeffrey Lucas Wellingsworth, get out of here! Back in your
cage! Anyway, last but not least, I created Trace Cyrus, the lead singer of Metro
Station. - But isn't he Billy Ray Cyrus's son.
His adopted son, adopted from my laboratory, of course. I'm sad to say that
Trace Cyrus was an outright failure in my eyes. Unfortunately when I made Trace, I
threw in a little too much emo and douchebaggery into the mix and I made him
into the abomination you see today. - I don't know. I think his band's alright.
- Get the f--k out of my lab. - So you never told me what was up with that Jeffrey thing in there.
- Oh yeah, well, I'm just the big fan of Lord of the Rings, so I just wanted to make my
own Smeagol. "Smeagol." You know? I mean, he's pretty low maintenance. I usually just feed him food scraps
from underneath the table. (music plays) Let's go!