Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius Page #4

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Are you sure about this, Neutron?

Well, the data seems | to support this hypothesis.

Never argue with the data.

Okay, Neutron, | here's the lowdown.

you get us to those | kidnapping alien scuzballs...

and I'll take it from there.

We're getting our parents back.

Okay, Ben, that's good. | Let it down slow.

Two more turns, Emma, | not too tight.

yup. Tape adhesion is | within operational limits.

Aw, what-- Cindy!

What did you do | to that intergalactic starship?

We thought that the deep recesses | of space could use a feminine touch.

- What do you think,Jimmy? | - yeah, it's okay, I guess.

They kinda ruined it though.

Hey,Jimmy! Do these fusion reactors | need fuel rods?

Sheen, it's not rocket science. | you just have to--

Actually, I guess | it is rocket science.

- No fuel rods, Sheen! | - Okay.

And for the final touch--

Good work, everybody.

We're ready | for intergalactic travel.

-Neutron, this is gonna work, right? | -yeah, what if it doesn't work?

It will work!

I'm 95% sure it will.

Ninety-five? yeah? | And the other five percent?

We blow up.

But just a little.

Look, a 95 is still an "A."

yeah, I can deal with that. | I never got a 95 in my life.

you heard the man. Stop suckin' your | thumbs, and let's light this candle!

Goddard, | initiate launch sequence.

Please makke sure | yourseat belts are fastened...

and rememberto kkeep hands and arms | inside the vehicles at all times.

yeah!

Come on, everybody. | Get in formation.

Carl, you're too low.

Come on, you stupid butterfly! | Will you-- Whoa!

Go, counterparts, go!

Hang on. We're passing | through the stratosphere.

Now the mesosphere.

Entering ionosphere.

Now I know why | they all end in "fear"!

That's it, baby. | Engaging pulse rockets now!

Come on, come on.

Look, Goddard, | the wonders of the universe.

We're witnessing celestial events | no person, or dog, has ever seen.

It's incredible!

Beautiful, isn't it, Nick?

yeah, yeah. | Wake me when we get there.

Hey,Jimmy!

Do you think we can | rotate ships after a while?

Hey, we'll switch!

Hey, this astronaut food | isn't too bad.

That's toothpaste, Carl.

Oh. Minty.

Hey, what's happening?

Meteor shower! | Evasive action!

I do so relish | these times of peril.

- That was close. | - Look out!

We gotta find shelter!

Asteroid bearing two-thirty-six | mark seven degrees.

Come on!

So these three filmmakers find | all these sticks in the trees...

shaped like stick people...

and the girl filmmaker | starts cryin'...

and her nose starts dripping, and | they don't have any tissue at all.

None?

None.

So then they start to hear...

really scary noises and voices | coming from outside.

So they leave the tent.

Don't leave the tent! | Don't leave the tent!

Oh, yeah, Carl, they leave the tent, | and they follow the voices...

when from out of the darkness | comes the--

That was so choice! | you should have seen your faces.

Did they really | leave the tent, Nick?

There's a red giant! | And that's a white dwarf!

you can relate, huh, Neutron?

Hey,Jimmy, | what's the matter?

In case you haven't noticed, I'm not | exactly the tallest guy around.

Shorty, squirt, small stuff, | shrimp-- gets to you after a while.

And next year, | there'll be dances.

Who wants to dance with a guy who looks | like he should still be in Gymboree?

I didn't think | we liked girls yet.

Oh, we don't. | No, not yet.

No. However, one day, Carl...

an influx of hormones | that we can't control...

will overpower | our better judgment...

and drive us to pursue | the female species against our will.

Stop talking like that,Jimmy! | you're gonna give me nightmares.

Listen, I wouldn't worry. Puberty | is light-years away foryou and me.

you know, we should've | never wished on that star and...

I, I miss my folks.

My mom used to tuck me | in bed every night...

before she was abducted by aliens.

Before my dad | was abducted by aliens...

he would always read me to sleep.

And before my mom | was "inducted" by aliens...

she would rub my tummy, | and she'd sing--

- What? | - Nothing!

Come on, you guys. | We gotta keep our heads.

We'll find 'em.

What is it, boy?

Sensor sweeps reveal many advanced | cities and ion energy signatures.

That's it!

We found it! | I repeat, we found it!

Nick, we'll contact you | as soon as we find the parents...

so you can kick | some alien buttocks!

Piece of cake.

Okay, scouting party, | follow me!

I'll be back, Nick!

Whoa, what is that?

They've evolved beyond the need | for mere conventional bodies.

They must be an advanced species | millions ofyears ahead of us.

Wow! When I sneeze, it looks like | an advanced species too.

Okay, they're this way.

Right this way, sire.

Ooblar, these humans look | so scrawny.

Hardly very appetizing. | Are you sure they're yummy?

I assure you, my slimy sovereign, | Poultra will be quite pleased.

Humans are mostly water, | with a crunchy bony center.

Think nuts and chews.

- There they are. | - What are they doing?

What are those goofy-looking | things on their heads?

It looks like some kind | of mind-control device.

Mom, Dad. Dad, it's me,Jimmy. | Over here.

Jim,Jim,Jim,Jimmys, | James,James,Jim.

Big fiery flyingJimmy. | Hi,Jimmy.

Some dream, huh? | Attackk ofthe Big Egg People.

- I think I've seen this one before. | - No, Dad.

you're wearing a mind-control | device. Take yours off. Hurry!

- Dad? | - Intruder alert! Intruder alert!

- Dad, no, no! No! | - Intruder alert!

your dad's like | a mind-controlled duck man.

Let's get outta here!

Come back! | Join us,Jimmy!

Well, well!

If it isn't the littlest | rescue party. How cute.

Hello, itty-bitty humans.

you let us go, | you big ball of phlegm!

That's no way to talk to the king! | He is the royal phlegm.

- Ooblar. | - Sorry, sire.

It's only fair to warn you that if | you don't release us in 24 hours...

an army of highly-trained | combat specialists...

is poised to destroy | your entire planet.

- Oh, really? | - Really.

Oh, my! Our entire planet! | Whatever shall we do?

Do you mean...

this army of highly-trained | combat specialists?

Hey, Nick!

Get your grubs off me, egghead!

Don't look so surprised. | We're an advanced alien race.

- What did you expect? | - What do you want with our parents?

It's not what I want. | It's what Poultra wants.

- Who's Poultra? | - Poultra is our god...

the mightiest, most | ferocious creature in all--

Oh, I get tired of answering this. | Roll tape.

Hello and welcome to ourspecial | edition of Poultra: God of Wrath.

Brought to you by Goom--

Commercials! I hate them.

Welcome backk.

If you're watching this. chances are | your friends and or relatives...

are about to be sacrificed | to the mighty Poultra.

Which is a great honor indeed.

And very painful.

And thisyear's human sacrifices | feature something very special--

actual humans!

And it's all thankks | to Jimmy Neutron.

Greetings from planet Earth!

I'm Jimmy Neutron. | andyou're an alien life-form.

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