The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron, Boy Genius (2002–2006): Season 0, Episode 0 - Sheen's Brain - full transcript
Sheen is one math test away from being left back, so Jimmy turns his Brain Drain helmet into a Brain Gain helmet and uses it on his buddy, instantly quadrupling Sheen's IQ.
Gotta Blast!
♪ Into the stars,
goin' by Candy Bar's ♪
♪ Rides a kid with a knack
for invention ♪
( gasps )
♪ With a super-powered mind,
a mechanical canine ♪
( barks )
♪ He rescues the day
from sure destruction ♪
Help!
♪ This is the theme song ♪
( screams )
♪ For Jimmy Neutron. ♪
( mechanical whirring )
( barking )
( yells )
Captioning sponsored by THE
U.S. DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION
and NICKELODEON
( ringing )
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
or put frosting on them.
Am I right?
Actually,
Sheen,
I thought it was challenging.
"Challenging"?
My Grandma's Chihuahua
could have aced it.
I've done connect-the-dot
drawings that were harder.
Sheen!
Excuse me, Miss Fowl
probably wants
to congratulate me
on a job well done.
JIMMY and CARL:
Quadruple F-minus?!
Well, how
would I know
Ultra Lord wasn't
the father
of our country?
That's what
the Ultra Lord
Web site says.
Wait, didn't you write
the Ultra Lord
Web site?
Your point?
Oh... anyway,
Miss Fowl said
if I don't pass
tomorrow's math final,
I'm going to be left back!
Left back?
That's terrible.
Tell me about it.
I can't be in a class
with babies
who wet their pants
and cry for their mommies.
Well, Sheen,
technically, they'd be
the same age we are now,
and we don't wet our pants
and cry for...
What?
Sheen, I won't
allow Miss Fowl
to leave you back.
No way!
We're the three amigops.
"The three amigops"?
Yeah, well, you see,
I was making us name tags,
and I accidentally added
a "P" to "amigos."
Pardon me,
but my life
is ending!
Don't worry, Sheen.
We'll help you
pass that math test
if it takes all night.
Yeah!
No one splits up
the three amigops.
Sorry, Carl.
Okay.
Okay, Sheen,
show me
how you usually
study.
Right.
ULTRA LORD:
I would like to welcome...
Whoa, Sheen.
What are you doing?
What? I always
watch Ultra Lord
while I do
my homework.
Well, no wonder
you're having trouble
concentrating.
See... trouble, no
have concentrating.
Hey, what's going on?
Look, Sheen.
If you want to pass
tomorrow's test,
you have to pay
attention.
Let's try
some questions
from our textbook.
Hit it, Carl.
CARL:
Tom has three pieces
of bubble gum.
If he trades
all his gum to Ida
for two raisins
per piece,
how many raisins will Tom have?
What sort of idiot would trade
bubble gum for raisins?
That's not the point.
Is he some kind
of health nut?
If you ask me,
Tom needs counseling.
And what kind
of name is Ida?
What's it short for:
I'd have preferred
a different name?
Sheen, concentrate.
I am concentrating.
Hey, look-- TV.
TV go dark.
Carl, let's go to plan B.
Right, Jimmy.
What's this?
Negative reinforcement.
Every time you get distracted,
Carl will issue a small shock
to your thorax.
Sounds like fun.
Let's begin.
Seven times seven.
49.
Eight times ten.
Hey, look, a fly.
( yells )
Six times five.
I'm thirsty.
( yells )
Nine times nine.
There's that fly again.
( yells )
Twelve times ten.
I don't like this game.
Carl.
Hey, look-- TV.
This is Useless.
Jimmy, don't
give up on me.
You're my only hope.
Well, I suppose I could...
Nah.
What?
I could turn the
brain-drain helmet
into a brain-gain
helmet, but...
What?
I'm about to be left back
with dummies
when you could boost my IQ
with the press of a button?
Well, Sheen, it's never
been tried before.
The risks would be enormous.
I don't care
about that.
The only thing
I care about is...
What were we
talking about?
Oh, look-- TV.
I'll get started
on the helmet.
Don't worry, Sheen.
I'm just going
to stimulate
your cerebral
cortex.
Stipulate away,
Jimmy.
I trust you
completely.
You do?
Three amigops, Jimmy.
Three amigops.
Well, Sheen, how do you feel?
Pretty stupid.
Oh, well.
Can't say we didn't try.
No, I mean, pretty stupid of you
to forget the binomial expansion
of a negative
prime number yields
its equal and opposite
trigonometric value.
He spoke math.
He spoke math.
It worked.
Sheen, you're
a genius.
Brain pulsing,
thoughts racing...
I am a genius!
Go, Sheen.
Go, Sheen.
You're a genius.
You're a genius.
Remember, children,
don't think of this
as a final exam.
Think of it
as 95% of your grade.
( laughing )
Psst, Carl.
Hmm?
Where's Sheen?
Yes, Jimmy,
where is our friend
Sheen today?
Good morrow, scholars.
Sorry I'm tardy.
I was doing today's
crossword puzzle in pen.
Big deal-- my dad and I do
the crossword puzzle often.
In the Beijing Times?
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 later.
Done.
What?
But that's impossible.
I'd have finished sooner
if someone hadn't
been blathering away.
Sweet muffins.
These answers are right.
Of course they're right.
They're obvious to anyone
with half a brain,
let alone this slack-jaw
collection of nitwits.
Hey, my doctor says
my jaw's only
slightly slack.
Yeah, ultra dork--
since when are you
lord of the smarts?
Since yesterday.
Observe.
Rb.
Rubidium.
Alkali metal discovered in 1861,
melting point 39 centigrade.
Neptune, eighth planet
from the sun
principal moons,
Triton and Nereid.
named for the Roman god
of water.
Carl Wheezer,
mammalian order,
primate, 70% water,
20% carbon, 2% mucous.
( sneezes )
1% mucous.
Any questions?
Yes-- How would you
like to sit down?!
CLASS:
Yeah, sit down.
Go ahead, mock all you want.
The barbs of a tiny brain
are as nothing to me.
( laughing maniacally )
Could I be excused?
No.
May I not be unexcused?
Y-y-y-yes?
Psych!
( laughing )
( growling )
Jimmy, what's
wrong with Sheen?
I don't know.
His IQ should have
stopped increasing
hours ago.
I'd better get
to the lab.
Miss Fowl, will you not let me
not leave the classroom?
No.
Yes.
Thank you.
Oh!
( quietly ):
Jimmy and Sheen need me.
I can't let them down.
Miss Fowl, can I never ever
not be disexcused sometimes?
Plant it!
Okay.
Done.
Carl-- Carl, can you read me?
Jimmy, Sheen's at the Candy Bar.
But you'd better hurry.
Things are getting ugly.
I said,
give me my free sundae.
And I said there's no way
you could've known
there were 12,082 beans
in that jar without cheating.
I told you, I used
a complex algorithm,
based on
the dimensions
of the jar.
Yesterday you thought
seashells were money.
Today you're
using algorithms?
Yesterday I wasn't a genius.
Now, give me my ice cream,
monkey boy.
I heard that, Carl.
I didn't say anything.
I heard your thoughts.
You think I'm being
an annoying doofus.
Carl, I found the
brain-drain helmet
and got here
as fast as I...
Leaping electrons--
What happened
to Sheen's head?
Neutron, this
has your stink
all over it.
Jimmy, Sheen's brain
is still growing,
and he's also being
an annoying doofus.
I knew it!
Sheen, the math
test is over,
so it's time to turn
you back to normal.
I don't want
to go back.
I'm seeing
things clearly
for the first time.
Besides, everyone
loves the new me.
ALL:
No, we don't.
Silence!
( thunder roaring )
Trust me, Sheen, you don't
want to be a genius--
always having to help
people with homework...
Always endangering
the town
with your stupid
inventions.
Always being
a pain in
the butt.
Nobody asked you!
So I'll put this helmet
back on your head, and...
Don't come any closer, Neutron.
Butch, Nick, grab him.
You disappoint me, Jimmy.
( yelling )
( laughing maniacally )
( laughing maniacally )
Hey, Little Big Head.
I just cleaned there.
My intelligence
is wasted here.
I should be building empires,
commanding armies.
Today, Retroville,
tomorrow, the world.
Don't tell me
that's just hormones.
I don't understand it.
I was only trying to boost his
IQ so he'd pass the math test.
Oh, is
that all?
And what if we
all went around
freakishly enlarging
our friends' heads?
Ooh, me first,
me first.
Was that
a rhetorical question?
Carl, follow me.
Right behind
you, Jimmy.
Vox, analyze
brain-gain helmet
to determine maximum
possible IQ increase.
VOX:
Analyzing.
JIMMY:
It's just like I feared.
If left unchecked,
Sheen's IQ will keep
growing to infinity.
Wow, he'll be really
good at board games.
No, Carl, you
don't understand.
Sheen's brain
is programmed
to keep growing.
If we don't get that
brain-drain helmet
on him soon,
his head will explode.
( yells )
Ew.
( metal creaking )
SHEEN:
Attention, Retroville.
I said...
( booming voice ):
"Attention, Retroville."
( thunder roaring )
Don't be alarmed,
unless you find it alarming
that I'm declaring myself
supreme overlord of the town,
in which case, be very alarmed.
( expressing dismay )
And now, for my queen,
I shall choose
the fairest and most beautiful
of the town's females.
I'm afraid of commitment.
I didn't mean you.
Libby Folfax,
come on down!
Oh, he must
be bugging.
( yells )
LIBBY:
Get me down.
Reign with me,
Libby.
Together we shall rule
Retroville in glory.
I don't think so.
But you'll be a model.
Portraits will
depict you
in the finest robes
and jewelry.
Sheen, there is no way I'm...
Did you say robes and jewelry?
What the heck--
I'll give it a shot.
Huzzah!
Sheen said he wanted
to rule an empire.
Disguising
the brain-drain
helmet as a crown
might convince him
to put it on.
But Jimmy, what if
he reads our minds?
Just keep your mind
on other things.
Think of baby
llamas frolicking
in the meadow.
Okay.
Oh, look at him!
Hi, baby llam...
( all crying out )
So you see, Libby,
the force between
any two bodies
is inversely
proportional
to the square
of the distance
between them.
Sheen, let them down!
No, that's gravity.
We haven't gotten there yet.
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...
Carl.
( thoughts echoing ):
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!
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!
Oh, no!
Jimmy, I don't like lightning.
It makes my hair stand up funny.
Dance, you tinybrains.
( yelling )
Keep dodging, Carl.
I have an idea.
What's going on?
I've deflected
the lightning
by turning that
radio antenna
into a supermagnet.
Hmm... very resourceful.
But let's see how quickly
you think in... quicksand.
( yelling )
Libby, what kind of decor
were you thinking of
for our castle?
Oh, Sheen,
stop it.
You're hurting
Carl and Jimmy.
I prefer a classic
contemporary feel,
but I'd consider
French colonial.
This is the end.
My entire life's
flashing before my eyes.
Good-bye, world.
Okay, why
aren't I sinking?
Carl, your high
body-fat content
is making you sink
less quickly.
Maybe you could reach
into my knapsack.
Jimmy, I'm sure
Miss Fowl will give us
extensions
on our homework.
Just do it.
Now, feel around
for my shrink ray.
Found it.
Good.
Aim it at
that light post.
( grunting )
Bravo, very impressive.
You've had
your fun, Sheen.
Now, let us go.
Yeah, just let
them go, Sheen.
Hmm... I do grow bored.
Perhaps it is time
I spare you.
"Spare," get it?
It's a pun.
( yelling )
( laughing maniacally )
Poor Sheen.
"Poor Sheen"?
He just used us
to practice his
seven/ten split.
Yeah, but his head's
still going to explode,
and Sheen's still
our best friend
somewhere deep down.
Wait a minute-- that's it.
Hey, yeah!
Now, when you say, "it"...?
Somewhere deep inside
that giant brain
is the old Sheen.
If we can reach
that part of him,
we might have
a chance.
Well, how
do we do that?
I control the wind, and I shall
rain fire down from the heavens.
Good-bye, Sheen the overlord.
Hello, Sheen the god!
( thunder roaring )
That's it, I've had it
with you
and your big, freaky head.
Wait, come back.
You'll like being
the wife of a god.
I'll let you choose
the patio furniture.
( powerfully ):
Greetings,
One called "Sheen."
Ultra Lord?
Left, right...
left.
Okay, stop, Carl.
Is it really you?
You betcha.
I have come to welcome you
to the pantheon
of the super-powerful.
Wait a minute.
How do I know
you're not an impostor?
Hmm... I see your point.
Well, I guess I'll be on my way.
Wait, don't go.
It's just the odds
of meeting
the actual Ultra Lord
at this very moment
are 16,755 to one.
Well, if you want
to make sure it's me,
why not ask me a series of
difficult trivia questions?
Hey, good idea.
Be ready on the Ultra Lord
Web site, Carl.
I'm on it, Jimmy.
Where were you born?
( keys beeping )
On planet Mektar,
in Vector 8
of the Nebulon Galaxy.
Good.
What's your
favorite snack?
Nitrogen bar
and a decaf latte.
Correct-- What
did Robofin say
when you blasted him
with your ion ray?
( sneezing )
Ow!
That's right!
He said "Ow."
Yeah, you
are Ultra Lord.
Join me, Ultra Lord.
With my brains and
your magna-canons,
we'll rule the universe!
It's a deal, but first
I need an ultra favor.
Anything--
just name it.
I need you to...
drain your brain.
Huh?
But... but why?
You're too smart.
The other super-powerful guys
will think you're annoying.
I won't do it.
Your hero, Ultra Lord,
commands you.
I won't.
Put it on!
You dare to order me!
Feel the wrath of my brain.
( static buzzing )
Jimmy...
and Carl.
What have I done?
I've lost my two best friends
in the world.
What good is it
to be ruler of the world
if it means destroying
everything you once held dear?
On the other hand, I'd never
have to do my own laundry.
No, no, no...
it's got to be done.
Good-bye, brain, old friend.
Sheen?
Jimmy! Jimmy!
Thank goodness
you're alive.
I thought I'd lost
you guys forever.
Hey, Sheen, your head's not
horrendously bulbous anymore.
Carl, old buddy,
I've learned
a priceless
lesson today.
You mean about
how friendship
is an immutable bond
that can weather
the harshest storm?
Yeah, something
like that.
So how long
do I get to keep
the costume?
Ow, that hurt!
Ow, that hurt!
Maybe it's
worn off by now.
Ow, that hurt!
Ow, that hurt!
Ow, that hurt!
Ow, that hurt!
No, Sheen, the chemical
name of salt
is not Hermie Schwartzbohm!
( bell rings )
Don't worry, Sheen.
At least acing
the math test means
you won't
be left back.
I'm glad I'm not
a genius anymore.
It's too much pressure.
That's the spirit.
So you want to come over
and watch TV?
I can't-- I got
a job offer
yesterday.
I need the money.
Check you later.
Hello, and welcome to
advanced chemical engineering.
My name's Professor Sheen, and
I shall be learning you today.
Captioning sponsored by THE
U.S. DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION
and NICKELODEON
Hi, I'm Paul!
JIMMY:
Got to blast.
♪ Into the stars,
goin' by Candy Bar's ♪
♪ Rides a kid with a knack
for invention ♪
( gasps )
♪ With a super-powered mind,
a mechanical canine ♪
( barks )
♪ He rescues the day
from sure destruction ♪
Help!
♪ This is the theme song ♪
( screams )
♪ For Jimmy Neutron. ♪
( mechanical whirring )
( barking )
( yells )
Captioning sponsored by THE
U.S. DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION
and NICKELODEON
( ringing )
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
or put frosting on them.
Am I right?
Actually,
Sheen,
I thought it was challenging.
"Challenging"?
My Grandma's Chihuahua
could have aced it.
I've done connect-the-dot
drawings that were harder.
Sheen!
Excuse me, Miss Fowl
probably wants
to congratulate me
on a job well done.
JIMMY and CARL:
Quadruple F-minus?!
Well, how
would I know
Ultra Lord wasn't
the father
of our country?
That's what
the Ultra Lord
Web site says.
Wait, didn't you write
the Ultra Lord
Web site?
Your point?
Oh... anyway,
Miss Fowl said
if I don't pass
tomorrow's math final,
I'm going to be left back!
Left back?
That's terrible.
Tell me about it.
I can't be in a class
with babies
who wet their pants
and cry for their mommies.
Well, Sheen,
technically, they'd be
the same age we are now,
and we don't wet our pants
and cry for...
What?
Sheen, I won't
allow Miss Fowl
to leave you back.
No way!
We're the three amigops.
"The three amigops"?
Yeah, well, you see,
I was making us name tags,
and I accidentally added
a "P" to "amigos."
Pardon me,
but my life
is ending!
Don't worry, Sheen.
We'll help you
pass that math test
if it takes all night.
Yeah!
No one splits up
the three amigops.
Sorry, Carl.
Okay.
Okay, Sheen,
show me
how you usually
study.
Right.
ULTRA LORD:
I would like to welcome...
Whoa, Sheen.
What are you doing?
What? I always
watch Ultra Lord
while I do
my homework.
Well, no wonder
you're having trouble
concentrating.
See... trouble, no
have concentrating.
Hey, what's going on?
Look, Sheen.
If you want to pass
tomorrow's test,
you have to pay
attention.
Let's try
some questions
from our textbook.
Hit it, Carl.
CARL:
Tom has three pieces
of bubble gum.
If he trades
all his gum to Ida
for two raisins
per piece,
how many raisins will Tom have?
What sort of idiot would trade
bubble gum for raisins?
That's not the point.
Is he some kind
of health nut?
If you ask me,
Tom needs counseling.
And what kind
of name is Ida?
What's it short for:
I'd have preferred
a different name?
Sheen, concentrate.
I am concentrating.
Hey, look-- TV.
TV go dark.
Carl, let's go to plan B.
Right, Jimmy.
What's this?
Negative reinforcement.
Every time you get distracted,
Carl will issue a small shock
to your thorax.
Sounds like fun.
Let's begin.
Seven times seven.
49.
Eight times ten.
Hey, look, a fly.
( yells )
Six times five.
I'm thirsty.
( yells )
Nine times nine.
There's that fly again.
( yells )
Twelve times ten.
I don't like this game.
Carl.
Hey, look-- TV.
This is Useless.
Jimmy, don't
give up on me.
You're my only hope.
Well, I suppose I could...
Nah.
What?
I could turn the
brain-drain helmet
into a brain-gain
helmet, but...
What?
I'm about to be left back
with dummies
when you could boost my IQ
with the press of a button?
Well, Sheen, it's never
been tried before.
The risks would be enormous.
I don't care
about that.
The only thing
I care about is...
What were we
talking about?
Oh, look-- TV.
I'll get started
on the helmet.
Don't worry, Sheen.
I'm just going
to stimulate
your cerebral
cortex.
Stipulate away,
Jimmy.
I trust you
completely.
You do?
Three amigops, Jimmy.
Three amigops.
Well, Sheen, how do you feel?
Pretty stupid.
Oh, well.
Can't say we didn't try.
No, I mean, pretty stupid of you
to forget the binomial expansion
of a negative
prime number yields
its equal and opposite
trigonometric value.
He spoke math.
He spoke math.
It worked.
Sheen, you're
a genius.
Brain pulsing,
thoughts racing...
I am a genius!
Go, Sheen.
Go, Sheen.
You're a genius.
You're a genius.
Remember, children,
don't think of this
as a final exam.
Think of it
as 95% of your grade.
( laughing )
Psst, Carl.
Hmm?
Where's Sheen?
Yes, Jimmy,
where is our friend
Sheen today?
Good morrow, scholars.
Sorry I'm tardy.
I was doing today's
crossword puzzle in pen.
Big deal-- my dad and I do
the crossword puzzle often.
In the Beijing Times?
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 later.
Done.
What?
But that's impossible.
I'd have finished sooner
if someone hadn't
been blathering away.
Sweet muffins.
These answers are right.
Of course they're right.
They're obvious to anyone
with half a brain,
let alone this slack-jaw
collection of nitwits.
Hey, my doctor says
my jaw's only
slightly slack.
Yeah, ultra dork--
since when are you
lord of the smarts?
Since yesterday.
Observe.
Rb.
Rubidium.
Alkali metal discovered in 1861,
melting point 39 centigrade.
Neptune, eighth planet
from the sun
principal moons,
Triton and Nereid.
named for the Roman god
of water.
Carl Wheezer,
mammalian order,
primate, 70% water,
20% carbon, 2% mucous.
( sneezes )
1% mucous.
Any questions?
Yes-- How would you
like to sit down?!
CLASS:
Yeah, sit down.
Go ahead, mock all you want.
The barbs of a tiny brain
are as nothing to me.
( laughing maniacally )
Could I be excused?
No.
May I not be unexcused?
Y-y-y-yes?
Psych!
( laughing )
( growling )
Jimmy, what's
wrong with Sheen?
I don't know.
His IQ should have
stopped increasing
hours ago.
I'd better get
to the lab.
Miss Fowl, will you not let me
not leave the classroom?
No.
Yes.
Thank you.
Oh!
( quietly ):
Jimmy and Sheen need me.
I can't let them down.
Miss Fowl, can I never ever
not be disexcused sometimes?
Plant it!
Okay.
Done.
Carl-- Carl, can you read me?
Jimmy, Sheen's at the Candy Bar.
But you'd better hurry.
Things are getting ugly.
I said,
give me my free sundae.
And I said there's no way
you could've known
there were 12,082 beans
in that jar without cheating.
I told you, I used
a complex algorithm,
based on
the dimensions
of the jar.
Yesterday you thought
seashells were money.
Today you're
using algorithms?
Yesterday I wasn't a genius.
Now, give me my ice cream,
monkey boy.
I heard that, Carl.
I didn't say anything.
I heard your thoughts.
You think I'm being
an annoying doofus.
Carl, I found the
brain-drain helmet
and got here
as fast as I...
Leaping electrons--
What happened
to Sheen's head?
Neutron, this
has your stink
all over it.
Jimmy, Sheen's brain
is still growing,
and he's also being
an annoying doofus.
I knew it!
Sheen, the math
test is over,
so it's time to turn
you back to normal.
I don't want
to go back.
I'm seeing
things clearly
for the first time.
Besides, everyone
loves the new me.
ALL:
No, we don't.
Silence!
( thunder roaring )
Trust me, Sheen, you don't
want to be a genius--
always having to help
people with homework...
Always endangering
the town
with your stupid
inventions.
Always being
a pain in
the butt.
Nobody asked you!
So I'll put this helmet
back on your head, and...
Don't come any closer, Neutron.
Butch, Nick, grab him.
You disappoint me, Jimmy.
( yelling )
( laughing maniacally )
( laughing maniacally )
Hey, Little Big Head.
I just cleaned there.
My intelligence
is wasted here.
I should be building empires,
commanding armies.
Today, Retroville,
tomorrow, the world.
Don't tell me
that's just hormones.
I don't understand it.
I was only trying to boost his
IQ so he'd pass the math test.
Oh, is
that all?
And what if we
all went around
freakishly enlarging
our friends' heads?
Ooh, me first,
me first.
Was that
a rhetorical question?
Carl, follow me.
Right behind
you, Jimmy.
Vox, analyze
brain-gain helmet
to determine maximum
possible IQ increase.
VOX:
Analyzing.
JIMMY:
It's just like I feared.
If left unchecked,
Sheen's IQ will keep
growing to infinity.
Wow, he'll be really
good at board games.
No, Carl, you
don't understand.
Sheen's brain
is programmed
to keep growing.
If we don't get that
brain-drain helmet
on him soon,
his head will explode.
( yells )
Ew.
( metal creaking )
SHEEN:
Attention, Retroville.
I said...
( booming voice ):
"Attention, Retroville."
( thunder roaring )
Don't be alarmed,
unless you find it alarming
that I'm declaring myself
supreme overlord of the town,
in which case, be very alarmed.
( expressing dismay )
And now, for my queen,
I shall choose
the fairest and most beautiful
of the town's females.
I'm afraid of commitment.
I didn't mean you.
Libby Folfax,
come on down!
Oh, he must
be bugging.
( yells )
LIBBY:
Get me down.
Reign with me,
Libby.
Together we shall rule
Retroville in glory.
I don't think so.
But you'll be a model.
Portraits will
depict you
in the finest robes
and jewelry.
Sheen, there is no way I'm...
Did you say robes and jewelry?
What the heck--
I'll give it a shot.
Huzzah!
Sheen said he wanted
to rule an empire.
Disguising
the brain-drain
helmet as a crown
might convince him
to put it on.
But Jimmy, what if
he reads our minds?
Just keep your mind
on other things.
Think of baby
llamas frolicking
in the meadow.
Okay.
Oh, look at him!
Hi, baby llam...
( all crying out )
So you see, Libby,
the force between
any two bodies
is inversely
proportional
to the square
of the distance
between them.
Sheen, let them down!
No, that's gravity.
We haven't gotten there yet.
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...
Carl.
( thoughts echoing ):
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!
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!
Oh, no!
Jimmy, I don't like lightning.
It makes my hair stand up funny.
Dance, you tinybrains.
( yelling )
Keep dodging, Carl.
I have an idea.
What's going on?
I've deflected
the lightning
by turning that
radio antenna
into a supermagnet.
Hmm... very resourceful.
But let's see how quickly
you think in... quicksand.
( yelling )
Libby, what kind of decor
were you thinking of
for our castle?
Oh, Sheen,
stop it.
You're hurting
Carl and Jimmy.
I prefer a classic
contemporary feel,
but I'd consider
French colonial.
This is the end.
My entire life's
flashing before my eyes.
Good-bye, world.
Okay, why
aren't I sinking?
Carl, your high
body-fat content
is making you sink
less quickly.
Maybe you could reach
into my knapsack.
Jimmy, I'm sure
Miss Fowl will give us
extensions
on our homework.
Just do it.
Now, feel around
for my shrink ray.
Found it.
Good.
Aim it at
that light post.
( grunting )
Bravo, very impressive.
You've had
your fun, Sheen.
Now, let us go.
Yeah, just let
them go, Sheen.
Hmm... I do grow bored.
Perhaps it is time
I spare you.
"Spare," get it?
It's a pun.
( yelling )
( laughing maniacally )
Poor Sheen.
"Poor Sheen"?
He just used us
to practice his
seven/ten split.
Yeah, but his head's
still going to explode,
and Sheen's still
our best friend
somewhere deep down.
Wait a minute-- that's it.
Hey, yeah!
Now, when you say, "it"...?
Somewhere deep inside
that giant brain
is the old Sheen.
If we can reach
that part of him,
we might have
a chance.
Well, how
do we do that?
I control the wind, and I shall
rain fire down from the heavens.
Good-bye, Sheen the overlord.
Hello, Sheen the god!
( thunder roaring )
That's it, I've had it
with you
and your big, freaky head.
Wait, come back.
You'll like being
the wife of a god.
I'll let you choose
the patio furniture.
( powerfully ):
Greetings,
One called "Sheen."
Ultra Lord?
Left, right...
left.
Okay, stop, Carl.
Is it really you?
You betcha.
I have come to welcome you
to the pantheon
of the super-powerful.
Wait a minute.
How do I know
you're not an impostor?
Hmm... I see your point.
Well, I guess I'll be on my way.
Wait, don't go.
It's just the odds
of meeting
the actual Ultra Lord
at this very moment
are 16,755 to one.
Well, if you want
to make sure it's me,
why not ask me a series of
difficult trivia questions?
Hey, good idea.
Be ready on the Ultra Lord
Web site, Carl.
I'm on it, Jimmy.
Where were you born?
( keys beeping )
On planet Mektar,
in Vector 8
of the Nebulon Galaxy.
Good.
What's your
favorite snack?
Nitrogen bar
and a decaf latte.
Correct-- What
did Robofin say
when you blasted him
with your ion ray?
( sneezing )
Ow!
That's right!
He said "Ow."
Yeah, you
are Ultra Lord.
Join me, Ultra Lord.
With my brains and
your magna-canons,
we'll rule the universe!
It's a deal, but first
I need an ultra favor.
Anything--
just name it.
I need you to...
drain your brain.
Huh?
But... but why?
You're too smart.
The other super-powerful guys
will think you're annoying.
I won't do it.
Your hero, Ultra Lord,
commands you.
I won't.
Put it on!
You dare to order me!
Feel the wrath of my brain.
( static buzzing )
Jimmy...
and Carl.
What have I done?
I've lost my two best friends
in the world.
What good is it
to be ruler of the world
if it means destroying
everything you once held dear?
On the other hand, I'd never
have to do my own laundry.
No, no, no...
it's got to be done.
Good-bye, brain, old friend.
Sheen?
Jimmy! Jimmy!
Thank goodness
you're alive.
I thought I'd lost
you guys forever.
Hey, Sheen, your head's not
horrendously bulbous anymore.
Carl, old buddy,
I've learned
a priceless
lesson today.
You mean about
how friendship
is an immutable bond
that can weather
the harshest storm?
Yeah, something
like that.
So how long
do I get to keep
the costume?
Ow, that hurt!
Ow, that hurt!
Maybe it's
worn off by now.
Ow, that hurt!
Ow, that hurt!
Ow, that hurt!
Ow, that hurt!
No, Sheen, the chemical
name of salt
is not Hermie Schwartzbohm!
( bell rings )
Don't worry, Sheen.
At least acing
the math test means
you won't
be left back.
I'm glad I'm not
a genius anymore.
It's too much pressure.
That's the spirit.
So you want to come over
and watch TV?
I can't-- I got
a job offer
yesterday.
I need the money.
Check you later.
Hello, and welcome to
advanced chemical engineering.
My name's Professor Sheen, and
I shall be learning you today.
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Hi, I'm Paul!
JIMMY:
Got to blast.