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Gotta Blast!

♪ From here to the stars for my candy bars ♪

♪ 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 MTV TELEVISION NETWORKS

( panting )

Bow-wow-wow, ruff.

( yelping )

Ah, it's a beautiful night for a stroll, eh, Carl?

Oh, yeah, sure is, Jimmy.

Um, listen, why am I wearing

a crash helmet and a parachute?

Because you get to test the new neutron

catastrophic simulation escape system.

Really? Oh, thanks a lot, Jimmy.

Now, when you say the word "catastrophic..."

W-well, it's catastrophic simulation

Carl, it's different. Oh...

I don't get it.

Just press that button

and all your questions will be answered.

Hey, that guy kind of looks like me.

( screams )

( laughs )

Hey, Carl, Carl, you left your pants...

Pants-- oh, no!

( engine hissing )

I got to go home and pick up my room

before my mom sees that I...

James Isaac Neutron, how many times have I told you

to pick up your pants?

Well, I know just the dog who can answer that, Mom.

( barks )

Goddard, access maternal reprimand data

cross-reference, pants.

Jimmy, pick up your pants, please.

Uh, Jimmy, pick up your pants.

Pick up your pants.

...pants.

Jimmy... Jimmy...

Jimmy... ...pick 'em up.

Jimmy! pick up...

pick up... pick up...

Jimmy!.. ♪ ...your pants! ♪

I rest my case.

Okay, no more Mrs. Nice Mom. ( screaming )

Uh... hi, Mrs. Neutron.

I was just floating by, and I thought I'd drop in.

Hello, Carl.

You, young man, are going to be punished.

You will not be going to the movies with your friends

after school tomorrow.

Aw, but Mom! It's the new science-fiction kung-fu

action-buddy comedy sequel

to last summer's box office smash based on an old TV show

we've never heard of-- I have to see it! Sorry, Jimmy.

Mom, I'll be the only kid in the world who doesn't see it.

Think of all the pop culture references

I'll never understand. I'll be an outcast, a loner.

I'll... I'll be shunned from civilized society.

( sad music plays ) "Please, no!"

"It's not my fault!"

"My mom just wouldn't let me

go to the movies!"

I'm going to miss him.

You have to learn to pick up your pants.

Remember, pants don't pick themselves up.

( thinking ): "Pants don't pick themselves up."

"Pants don't pick themselves up."

"Pants don't pick themselves up."

Carl, I think this is the beginning

of a beautiful experiment.

( cracking )

( screams )

JIMMY: With a nanochip installed in my pants

they'll put themselves away.

Mmm, nanochips.

Wait, are those the spicy ranch kind?

My mom says I can't eat those

because the hiatal hernia I have is exacerbated by...

No, no, no

nanochips are microscopic supercomputers

capable of artificial intelligence.

Oh... why don't you just pick up your pants

and hang them up yours?

Oh, Carl, I'm a scientist.

I have more important things to do than pick up pants.

Oh, but Jimmy, it's easy and it's fun.

You know, sometimes I do it for hours.

Folding and hanging, and you know I even made up a song?

It's called...

"Folding and Hanging." I could teach it to you!

( operatic voice ): ♪ Folding... and hanging ♪

♪ I'm folding... ♪

Uh, 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! ♪

Jimmo, hey, Jim-Jam

I was just in the neighborhood

and wanted to have a little chit-chat with you about this...

pants business.

You know, son, believe it or not

there was a time when I, myself

used to leave my pants on the floor.

And then one day, I...

I picked them up, and well, the rest is history, son!

Speaking of history

just think if our founding fathers

had left their pants on the floor, huh?

What if Attila the Hun hadn't picked up his pants?

What about Luke Skywalker, your her...

I tell you, the Force was with that guy's pants.

I'm glad I've cleared that up for you, son.

Buh-bye.

Whoops-a-daisy, barn door's open. ( zipping )

As Goddard as my witness, I'll never pick up pants again.

Lady and gentleman, Mom and Dad.

Through the miracle of neutron nanotechnology

I present "Smart Pants."

( chuckles ): Very good, son.

That's wonderful.

I don't know how you figured that...

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.

( giggles )

( crickets chirping )

( door creaking )

( electrical buzzing )

Hey, Cindy, what's up, girlfriend?

Hey, Libby.

"Monday, 7:59 a.m.

No sign of Neutron; can give my report in peace."

You are one obsessed chic.

Hey guys, why is today like no other day?

Huh, you asked, hmm, hmm, hmm?

'Cause I brought a new Ultra Lord action figure...

...errr!

You bring one of those every day, ultra-loser.

Well, well, Miss Maiden of Wrongness

evidently you are not aware

that this is the Ultra-Lord action figure number three

with factory gender error.

( girl's voice ): Should I wear this dress to the prom?

And now, let us welcome

geek number two, the static cling king.

Hey guys, guess who did his own laundry this morning?

You?

( snaps fingers ): Got that right, girlfriend.

Cool, Carl. I wish I had a balloon to stick to you.

( laughs )

( electrical zapping ) Ow. That hurt.

Hey, no cuts, Neutron.

Care to try out my new solar-powered jetpack back pack?

Hmm, let me think.

Um, no. I'd rather eat a snail.

Whoa!

( thud )

Another Neutron special.

( backfiring )

( electrical buzzing )

( screams ): Oh, my stars and garters!

Nice to see your bright and shiny faces...

Are your reports ready?

Yes, Miss Fowl, and wait till you hear mine.

It'll be the best.

( music playing )

Origami, the ancient art of Japanese paper folding.

I will be making the most difficult

of all origami sculptures-- a snow monkey...

Actually, paper folding originated in China...

...riding a flying dragon...

...in the second century AD...

...while drinking tea...

...and was brought to Japan...

...on a ladder...

...in the sixth century!

...in December!

Cindy, I didn't know you and Jimmy

were doing this report together.

We're not.

( electrical buzzing )

( all gasping )

Yes, Jimmy?

I, um, I sense a disturbance in my pants, ma'am.

Jimmy, if you need to go to the bathroom

I can give you a hall pass.

Negative.

Miss Fowl, the nanochips in my pants are making me do this.

The spicy ranch kind? I love those.

Oh! Ah!

I'm working up here!

CARL: Jimmy's doing origami, too.

Yeah, but much better than Cindy

with cutting-edge special effects.

You can't even see the wires or the blue screen; it's amazing.

Whew.

CARL: All right, Jimmy! Whoo-hoo!

( screams )

Neutron, you big show-off.

You had to make everybody look at you

Mr. Big... Science... Smart Guy!

No, I didn't!

I installed a nanochip in my pants

so they'd pick themselves up, and then...

( buzzing )

( grunts )

They seem to be developing an advanced brainial capacity.

( all screaming )

Neutron, you've got five seconds

to tell me what's going on!

It would take five hours

to accurately explain it to you, Vortex.

Start explaining, Neutron!

You're kidding me...

( screams )

Jimmy, my mom doesn't allow me to do the twist!

Whoa, whoa! I've got it under control.

I'll just remove and disable the nanochip.

Then it'll stop.

Neutron, as soon as I stop limboing, I'm kicking your butt.

Whoo! I made it.

Everything's under control.

Whoa. Strike that last statement.

( laughter )

Oh, that's great, Jimmy.

What a guy.

I see London, I see France!

You got really good eyesight.

( all screaming )

Um, I'm not sure, but this is probably

the most embarrassing moment of our short lives.

On the other hand, you all get to see

my Ultra-Lord underwear.

Limited edition with Ultra-auto-fly

glow-in-the-dark only available in Japan.

Oh, my gosh! I, like, have a pimple!

A pimple? Where?

You're plastic. You don't get pimples.

Neutron, prepare to face the wrath of Vortex.

Rain check.

Carl, Shane, we must adjourn to my lab immediately.

And what am I supposed to do?

Uh, you could sing the folding and hanging song.

♪ I'm folding... on my way to... ♪

How about a little kissy for a little fishy?

( laughing )

Well, I was a fishy

but now I'm more of a raw slice of fish flesh.

Better hurry.

Slowly the bacteria win

and I'll be unfit to touch, let alone kiss.

( sighs )

( laughing ): Yeah.

Jimmy, where are your pants?

Oh, uh, pants.

Excellent question, Mom.

Um, it's a new fashion movement--

the no-pants look.

Yeah. Everybody at school's wearing, uh...

Well, I mean, they're not wearing...

Well, what I mean is...

Jimmy, it looks ridiculous.

Now, now, sugar booger

all the kids have their crazy fashion.

( laughing )

Well, one of the greatest memories

of my youth was my bell bottom muumuu.

I'm telling you

I dig the no-pants look.

With Neutronic eye in the sky

I can locate

our runaway pants.

( whirring )

If I'm correct--

and I'm correct 89.23% of the time--

my pants are seeking

even more pants to control.

Oh! The House of Blue Pants.

Oh, I love that place.

It used to be the House of Blue Lederhosen

but, of course, that appeals to a very small market.

Oh.

Carl, there's over a million pants in there.

See, if my pants get control of those pants

well, we could end up living in...

London?

France?

A world ruled by pants!

Gentlemen, it's up to us

to stop this insanity.

Us? Us?

Well, mostly me.

In fact, 100% me.

Phew! All right, that's good.

Time to save the world!

( engine sputtering )

( engine revving )

Whoa!

♪ Go, Jimmy, Jimmy ♪

♪ That's the voice I hear inside ♪

♪ Everybody, let's bounce ♪ ( yelping )

♪ It's Jimmy Neutron time. ♪

I've got to stop my pants before they recruit more pants

and take over the world.

Gee, Jimmy, if you just hung up your pants

none of this would be happening.

Carl's right. Why are you so lazy, Jimmy?

All you had to do was put your...

I suggest we refrain from communication

until we reach our des.

♪ Go, Jimmy, Jimmy ♪

♪ That's the voice I hear inside ♪

♪ Everybody, let's bounce ♪

♪ Straight up come along for the ride ♪

♪ Go, Jimmy, Jimmy ♪

♪ To the rescue through the big blue sky ♪

♪ Be back before I leave ♪

♪ It's Jimmy Neutron time. ♪

( pants murmuring and )

( laughs )

Hey, Jimmy, can I go play with my pants?

No, no, Carl!

Your pants may look plw

but deep down in their pockets, they are pure evil.

( pants laughing )

SHEEN: Oh, no.

I left some gum in my pants pocket.

Is-is it evil, too?

If I chew it later, will I be evil?

If I blow a bubble, will it be an evil bubble?!

Sheen, not to worry.

Everything will be taken care of

with a little something I like to call...

"The Pant Eliminator."

I've equipped it with atomic-powered

pants-seeking clothespin missiles.

These will get our pants back

will remove the nanochip

and problem solved.

Cindy's pants are going down.

( distressed muttering )

( clanging )

Sheen, your pants are going to get pinned.

Can you do it in slow motion?

Crud.

( clanging )

I pledge allegiance to my pants.

Now, we have to find your pants, Carl.

( pants humming )

( clanging )

My pants can run

but they can't hide.

( frantic high-pitched muttering )

( grunts )

Oh, ooh.

( mumbling )

( humming )

I feel like a new man.

Oh, the freedom.

The comfort.

The gentle wafting breeze.

Howdy, neighbors.

Hey, I got two words for you.

No pants!

( chuckles )

Yes.

It's the fabulous fashion sensation

that's sweeping the nation

so gather 'round, and pull 'em down.

( woman screaming )

Or... you can go home and do it.

That's fine, too.

Doesn't matter.

Hey, good luck, and welcome to the fold.

MOM: Hugh Beaumont Neutron.

Honey, hold on. Come in here this instant!

Just give me a brief moment, honey.

No, honey. In now.

I've just invited people to our pants-off later on.

Pie! Coming.

( grunting )

Must... stop... pants.

( grunting )

( pants high-pitched chattering )

( electrical zapping )

JIMMY: My pants are infecting the other pants.

This is definitely not good.

What can you say at a time like this?

I'm, like, so embarrassed.

I think Ricky likes me.

( giggling )

Ultra Lord has spoken.

Neutron, I want my pants now, or I'm going to sue you.

I'm afraid

we've got a bigger problem at the moment.

( electrical zapping )

( gasping )

( low mumbling )

( excited high-pitched mumbling )

JIMMY: Oh, no.

They're planning a full-scale pants invasion!

This is just like Ultra Lord Versus Robo Fiend

Special Edition with 17 seconds of new material!

And what a 17 seconds it was!

Listen, Neutron, I'm a girl with looks and brains

and big plans for my future, and they don't include

living in a world ruled by pants.

Do something!

No time to get to the lab.

I have to make do with the resources at hand.

( gasping )

Hugh, look!

What? What is it?

Oh, my, it looks like a...

homage to Alfred Hitchcock's movie The Birds.

Do you think this could possibly have anything to do

with Jimmy's self-folding pants?

Hey, kid, what do you think you're doing?

Sorry, Lucky Joe, if that is your real name

but I've got to take out some pants

who want to take over the world.

Uh, what are a bunch of stupid pants going to do, hey?

( laughing )

( loud grumbling )

( groaning )

( screaming )

No!

Uh, Jimmy!

I know you're kind of busy, but, um...

( whimpering ): Help!

Okay, pants, let's see

how you like a little taste of a Neutron starch bomb.

( grunting )

I could keep this up all day, Neutron.

( grunting )

But you're welcome to detonate any time you want to.

( grunting )

Get pressed, pants.

( high-pitched mumbling )

I've got that one, and that one, and that one.

My cat chewed that one, but I got it.

And all those, and that one.

And I'm missing the helmet on that one.

My Mom has that one on layaway.

How about a little fabric softener, tough guys?

( grumbling )

Wow!

That stuff really works!

You know, Jimmy does some pretty

amazing things, doesn't he?

Please.

I could be just as amazing

if my head was the size of Texas.

My uncle's from Texas!

DAD: So, you and your little pantsy-wantsy friends

thought you could take over the world, huh?

Well, you didn't know you'd have to deal

with Hugh Neutron, did you?

So, talk.

( laughs )

You can't talk, can you?

You know why?

Because you're pants, so zip it!

Hugh? Huh?

Look. What?

The Retroville Pants Invasion continues.

Our only hope seems to be a little boy

with an extremely large head

and an outrageously tall hairdo.

Ooh, he looks oddly familiar.

You know, sugar booger, they're right.

Television is pretty .

Come on, Hugh.

We're going downtown.

We're getting pie?!

To get our son!

And put on your pants.

Can do.

JIMMY: My pants are getting more

powerful by the second.

And I'm out of weapons.

Think, think, think!

( electrical zapping )

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.

But where can I get that much static?

Cheese World.

Rug World.

Mime World.

Rug World!

That's it!

Roll out the red carpet.

( electrical zapping )

( pants grumbling )

( Old West showdown theme playing )

( grumbling )

( humming )

( grumbling )

( roaring and electrical zapping )

( groaning )

( groaning )

( low growling )

( sizzling and zapping )

( frantic mumbling )

( applause and cheering )

BOTH: Yeah! Yeah!

Stop it!

So

Neutron, I bet you think you're a great big hero.

Well, Cindy, you know, it's just all...

It was your stupid fault all this happened.

I'm watching you, Big Brain.

Well, I'm left speechless.

Ultra Lord, would you care to retort.

My new pants are, like, so cool!

I could just about die.

That's just what I was thinking.

I missed you, pants.

It's so good to be back inside.

Can we go to the movies now, Jimmy?

Okay. Last one there buys the candy.

MOM: James Isaac Neutron

you made this mess

and you are not going anywhere until you pick up these pants.

Mom!

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( barking )

Oh.

Hi! I'm Paul.

JIMMY: Got to blast.