[singing] Oh, Judy, well you came and you made me some cookies? Will you- [sees Hugh is walking out, gasps] What we have is beautiful and you can't destroy it.
Alrighty then.
[Carl dings the triangle six times]
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
[shocked, realizes the pheromone beaker was damaged] The pheromone beaker! It's broken!
BLBritney & Libby
Ahh!
I can't talk, I can't think. Everywhere I go, you're there!
What kind of sick joke is this?
Oh, you're gonna make me say it, aren't you? Alright then, I'll say it. [sits on his knees] I LOVE YOU, CINDY VORTEX! [echoes; Cindy, Britney, Libby, and everyone gasp; As everyone laughs, Cindy angrily splats her ice cream in his face; Sam stops laughing and madly walks over to him] Mmm… pecan ripple, your favorite.
You messy little hooligan! I just cleaned that floor eight months ago! You're out of here! Yeah, yeah. [throws Jimmy out of the Candy Bar and into the street]
[Episode starts at Lindbergh Elementary School; the bell rings and all the students leave Miss Fowl's classroom after taking a history test]
Okay, that history test was hard.
Yeah, now I know how you guys feel when I beat on you.
Four score and seven years ago... oxygen!
Hey, guys! Man, that test was cake! I didn't know whether to answer the questions to put frosting on 'em, am I right? Am I right?
Actually, Sheen, I thought it was fairly challenging.
Challenging? Please! My grandma's chihuahua could've aced it. I've done connect-the-dot drawings that were harder. [Sheen suddenly cringes as Miss Fowl calls for him]
[sticking out from behind the classroom door, wanting to have a talk with him; sharply] SHEEN!!!
Ex-squeeze me, Miss Fowl probably wants to congratulate me on the best job well done ever.
[Later, outside school… Jimmy and Carl look at Sheen's history test up-close, which unfortunately, he now failed with every question answered in Ultra Lord themed topics]
JCJimmy & Carl
Quadruple F-minus?!
Well, how was I supposed to know Ultra Lord wasn't the father of our country? That's what it says on the Ultra Lord website.
Wait, didn't you write the Ultra Lord website?
Your point? [Jimmy rolls his eyes before walking up to his hover car] Oh. Anyway, Miss Fowl said if I don't pass tomorrow's math final, I'm gonna be left back!
Left back?! That's terrible!
Tell me about it! I can't be in a class with a bunch of babies who wet their pants and cry for their mommies!
Well, technically, they'd be the same age we are now, and we don't wet our pants and cry for... [stops and sees Carl sucking his thumb and holding a llama plushie]
What?
Sheen, I won't allow Miss Fowl to leave you back!
No way! We're the Three Amigops!
[confused] "The Three Amigops"?
Yeah, well, you see, I was making us name tags, [shows Jimmy his "Amigops" name tag] and I accidentally added a P to "amigos", so--
Pardon me, but my LIFE IS ENDING!! [dramatically shakes Carl]
Don't worry, Sheen. [as he and Sheen get into the hovercar] We're gonna help you pass that math test if it takes all night!
Yeah! No one splits up the Three Amigops! [tries to get in, but the hovercar flies off without him, then immediately comes back]
[realizes] Sorry, Carl.
Okay. [then finally gets into the hovercar and it flies off with all of them in it]
[entering the classroom] Good morrow, scholars. Sorry I'm tardy, I was doing this morning's crossword puzzle in pen.
Big deal. My dad and I do the crossword puzzle all the time.
In the Beijing Times? [holds up and unravels his long crossword puzzle, all answered in Beijing writing]
[giving Sheen his math test] Here's your test, Sheen. Take a seat and get started. Remember, class, if you get stuck on a question, just skip it and come back to it late--
[raises up his finished test] Done!
What? But that's impossible!
Well, I would have even finished sooner if someone hadn't been blathering away.
Sweet muffins! These answers are right!
Of course, they're mostly right, duh. They're somewhat obvious to anyone with half a brain--let alone this slack-jaw collection of nitwits.
[stands up] HEY! My doctor says my jaw's only slightly slack!
Yeah, Ultra Dork, since when did you become Lord of the Smarts?
Since yesterday. Observe! [He gets out of his seat and heads off to the chalkboard with a pull-down sheet of the Periodic Table of Elements] Rb: Rubidium. Alkali metal discovered in 1861, melting point 39° Centigrade. [shows another picture of the planet Neptune] Neptune, eighth planet from the sun. Principal moons: Triton and Nereid. Named for the Roman god of water. [walks over to Carl] Carl Wheezer. Mammalian order: primate. 70% water, 20% carbon, 2% mucus. [Carl sneezes] 1% mucus. Any questions?
Yes. [now determined] How'd you like to SIT DOWN?!? [the class launches into a round of pleads for Sheen to sit down, while Jimmy shakes his head slowly in disappointment]
CClass
Yeah, sit down.
Go ahead, mock all you want! The barbs of a tiny brain are as nothing to me! [cackles evilly] Miss Fowl, can I be excused?
No!
May I not be UN-excused?
[hesistantly] Y...yes?
[points at Miss Fowl] PSYCH! [then runs out of the classroom, as he continues laughing, while Miss Fowl groans in annoyance]
[in shock] Jimmy, what's wrong with Sheen?
I-I don't know! His IQ should have stopped increasing hours ago. I'd better get to the lab. [raises hand] Miss Fowl, will you not let me not leave the classroom?
No! Uh...yes.
Thank you. [gets up and leaves the classroom to follow Sheen, as Miss Fowl exclaims in disappointment]
[to himself] Jimmy and Sheen need me. I can't let 'em down. [raises hand] Miss Fowl, can I never ever not be dis-excused sometimes?
[points at Carl emphatically] PLANT IT!
[sits back down nervously] Okay.
[showing up at the Candy Bar in his throne as Cindy and Libby exit] Libby Folfax, come on down!
[to Cindy] Oh, he must be bugging. [Sheen immediately picks her up as she yells, then pulls her towards him with his psychokinesis] Get me down!
Reign with me, Libby. Together, we shall rule Retroville in glory!
I don't think so.
But you'll be immortal. Portraits will depict you in the finest robes and jewelry.
NEVER!
Then get ready to die! [Libby runs away screaming while being chased by Sheen's thunder attacks]
[as he and Carl show up from below] Hail, mighty overlord!
What the…?
We have brought you a magnificent crown, crafted from the finest semiprecious metals, to celebrate your glorious reign.
Hmm… It is rather fetching. BESTOW IT ON MY HEAD! Not you… [points at Carl] ...Carl.
[thinking] Baby llamas in the meadow. Baby llamas in the meadow. Oh, no. One of them's escaping! He's heading towards town! "Town" rhymes with "crown"! JIMMY AND I DISGUISED THE BRAIN DRAIN HELMET AS A CROWN!!! AAAHHH!!!
I heard that!
Sheen, please, we're trying to help you! Your brain is growing at a dangerously fast pace!
Silence! You have plotted against the overlord! Your insolence has angered me!
[with a now giant-sized head] I control the wind, and I shall rain fire down from the heavens! Good-bye, Sheen the overlord! HELLO, SHEEN THE GOD!!!!!!
[preparing to leave, having enough] That's it. I've had it with you, and your big freaky head. [walks away]
[to Libby, as he floats down] Wait, come back! You'll like being the wife of a god! I'll let you choose the patio furniture!
UUltra Lord
Greetings! One called "Sheen"..
[astonished] Ultra Lord?!?!?!
[Jimmy and Carl are inside the Ultra Lord costume, controlling him]
Left, right, left...
Okay, stop, Carl.
Is it really you?!
UUltra Lord
You betcha! I've come to welcome you, to the Ultra Pantheon of the super-POWERFUL!
Wait a second. How do I know you're not even an impostor?
UUltra Lord
Hmm... I see your point. Well, I guess I'll be on my way.
Wait, don't go! [floats toward Ultra Lord and flies in front of him] It's just, the odds of meeting the ACTUAL Ultra Lord at this very moment, are 16,755 to 1...!
UUltra Lord
Well, if you want to make SURE it's REALLY me, why not ask me a series of difficult trivia questions?
[smiles as he points at Ultra Lord] Hey, good idea!
Ready on the Ultra Lord website, Carl?
[while looking up the website] I'm on it, Jimmy. Let's do it!
Where were you born?
[while reading the screen] On the Planet in Mektar of Vector 8...
UUltra Lord
...on the Nebulon Galaxy!
Right! Now, next question. What's your favorite mid-morning snack?
[reads the screen] Nitrogen Bar...
UUltra Lord
...and a Decaf Latte!
Bingo! One final question. What did Robo-Fiend say when you blasted him with your ION Ray?
[Carl sneezes, and slams down one of the controls very hard, which causes Ultra Lord to fly across the street]
OW! YAAH!
[excited] Exactamundo! He said "OW, YAAH"! You ARE the real Ultra Lord! Now, join me, Ultra Lord! With your magma photons and my brains, we'll triumph over the galaxy!
UUltra Lord
It's an Ultra deal! But first, I need an Ultra-favor.
Anything, just name it!
UUltra Lord
I need you to... [pulls out the Brain Drain helmet.] ...drain your brain.
[disappointed, yet puzzled] Huh? But...but why?
UUltra Lord
You're too smart! All the other super powerful guys will think you're annoying.
[refuses] I won't do it!
UUltra Lord
Your hero, Ultra Lord, commands you.
[still refusing, impatiently] I WON'T!
UUltra Lord
[demanding] PUT IT ON!
[in a loud, demonic booming voice] YOU DARE TO ORDER ME?! FEEL THE WRATH OF MY BRAIN BOLT!!!!!
Here are your dinners. [sets the plates down on the table, releasing the serving covers] A ham and macaroni choo-choo for Hugh with cauliflower chimney smoke. For Jimmy, scallopini pfeffernüsse with mashed potatoes in the shape of Einstein's hair. And for me, a sandwich.
[as Judy enters the kitchen with her suitcase] Mom? Are you going on a trip?
Oh, you noticed. Well, since you asked, I'm going to a spa for a week to be pampered unmercifully.
Hughsy-doodles is confused.
I'm sick of being unappreciated and doing all the work around here. [takes out her long chores list and hands it to Jimmy] Here are the chores I do every week to keep this place up and running. You two are going to have to do every one of them while I'm gone. Good-bye. (And stay out of trouble.) [slams the door and leaves]
Whoa! No Mom for a week?
No one to tell us your bath is ready?
Or make us change our clothes. Or make us leave the lab and come to dinner.
No one to tell us you can't have pizza for every meal, or say, "Hugh, put down that duck and talk to me for once."
We're free man! Masters of our own destiny. We rule this house.
We, uh… well, once we finish the chores.
Oh, yeah. What's the first one?
[Later that evening… MaternoTron enters the dining room serving Jimmy and Hugh their dinners]
So, how's that week's worth of chores coming, Robo-booger?
All chores were completed at 1700 hours this evening.
Good work, MaternoTron. Assume sleep mode until the next mealtime.
Negative. A mother's work is never done. A mother must protect and pamper.
Oh, yeah. [clears throat] Override maternal chip directives until further notice.
Don't use that tone of voice with me, young man. Now eat! [releases the serving covers on Jimmy and Hugh's plates, revealing bowls of liquid spinach]
[horrified] Leaping leptons! I said water the lawn, not cook it! What is this stuff?
Soy protein, kelp, talapala oil, and spinach for flavor.
Sugarbooger's dinners never smelled quite so… how do I put it? Disgusting.
[scoops up the spinach with a ladle] This is the train and your mouth is the tunnel.
Uh, no thanks. See, my tunnel is temporarily closed for… [MaternoTron stuffs the ladle into his mouth]
(Oh, no.) I must have set the autonomy parameter in the mothering chip too high! She really thinks she's Mom. [MaternoTron stuffs another ladle into his mouth]
And after dinner… [takes out a scrubbing brush with eyes glowing red] your baths. [Jimmy and Hugh react with horror; Later in the master bathroom, Hugh is first to be bathed while she holds him down in the tub, scrubbing him so hard] HOLD STILL!
[screaming and moaning] Not the face!
Where you going?
Oh. Um, well, I left my homework in the lab.
Too many wires. You'll electrocute your eye out. Bedtime!
What? But it's only 7:00!
March!
[Jimmy's bedroom; the time on his alarm clock switches to one minute later]
But I'm not tired!
Then I must rock you to sleep. [picks Jimmy up and rocks him at rapid speed; singing] ♪ Rock-a-bye Jimmy on the treetop. Tomorrow more kelp till your pant buttons pop. ♪ Are you tired yet?
[dizzy] And nauseous.
[Later that night in the master bedroom…]
I have been neglectful to you as a wife.
[nervously] No! Uh, really. It's okay.
No, it is not. Switching to wife mode. Take out the trash! We never talk anymore. Get me some ice cream. Let's watch a movie with lots of crying! I should never have given up my career. Rub my feet.
[to Jimmy and Hugh] Where do you think you're going?
Outside?
Too dangerous! Outside is where the Civil War was held! [walks in front of the front door, blocking it] I'm placing you both on… [in malicous evil tone with red eyes] LOCKDOWN! Protect. Pamper. Eat your nutrition. Protect. Pamper. Eat your nutrition. Protect…
[after circle fade-out] Uh, Sheen.
[Fades in to Carl and Sheen taking a survey near Jimmy's lab at night]
What was the answer you chosen for question 319?
C.: Lure the tiger away from Jimmy by imitating a chicken strip.
[smiles] Hmm! Works for me.
Where do you think you're going, young man? Here's your list of Saturday chores.
[Goddard stretches out his neck, grabs the chores list with his mouth, and gives it to Jimmy]
[looking over the list] "Mail letter at post office. Sit with Grandma in the park. Pick up Dad's badminton shoes. Drop off a pie at school. And take a book to Cindy Vortex's mother?!" But, Mom, I can't do that! I have to get into space, now!
Chores, first. Space travel, later.
Goddard, options! "Hire temporary help to do chores at $15.75/hour." Too expensive. "Use boyish charm to outwit parental unit." I don't have time. "Clone thyself." Yes! We'll have to do it mega fast!
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