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[Children shouting and laughing]
[Scratching]
Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!
Welcome to planet dad.
Hi, Dexter!
Dee Dee, how many times have I told you--
oh, hello, father.
Hey, son, you want to do something fun?
No.
Come on, slugger, let's play some sports.
Did you say sports?
That's right.
Mm-hmm. That's what I thought.
Father, do you realize that there is an 82% chance
that a boy of my age, height, and weight
can get tripped, kicked, run over, and trampled playing sports?
While if I stay inside this extremely spacious shelter
that you, may I remind you,
so painstakingly provide,
my chances of injury are reduced to a mere 7%.
But--
numbers do not lie, father.
Well, I know one thing that numbers can't do.
What is that?
Build character,
and we're going to start building right now.
From the first day of olympic competition
in the glory of mount Olympus,
no sport has ever been more appreciated than the great American pastime.
Long division?
No, son. Baseball.
Go ahead, son. Take it.
It won't bite.
What do I do now?
Well, I want you to throw it to me.
Whoa, whoa, son! Not yet.
Ok, son. Let her rip!
Let what rip?
Just throw the ball, Dexter.
Ok. Here goes.
How was that, father?
Geez Louise, Dexter, you throw like a girl.
Is that good?
[Blows whistle loudly]
Hello!
All right, Dee Dee, quit fooling around
and come over here and show Dexter how to throw.
But, dad, you just said
do not throw like a girl.
Dexter, in sports, it's not what you say that counts.
It's what you do.
But--
just watch, Dexter.
All right, Dee Dee, bring on the heat.
Here it comes. Here it comes!
That's the old pepper, Dee Dee.
Yeah, this is the game for you--football.
Yep, the old pigskin.
[Sniff]
Ah!
Take a whiff, son.
[Sniff sniff]
Eh...ha ha ha...
Yes. Quite refreshing.
Punt, kick, run, tackle, pass.
These are the basic fundamentals of football success.
Can I play?
No!
Of course, Dee Dee.
[Tweet]
Ready, Dee Dee?
Ready!
Ok, Dex.
Now, I want you to kick that football.
You know, dad, she'll probably pull the football away just as I am about to kick it.
Nonsense, Dexter. Now, kick that ball!
I always wanted to do that.
Oh!
Ow!
[Mumbling]
Taffy. Delicious.
Basketball. Yep, that's the sport for you.
But, dad, isn't that for tall people?
Nonsense, Dexter!
Did I ever tell you the story of...
Shorty arbuckle?
No.
Shorty was the greatest player of his generation.
He was no taller than you,
but he used to weave in and out past everybody
and score 40 to 50 points a game.
For you see, Dexter, shorty used his mind
to outwit the other much taller players.
And now his spirit lives on in every short person's heart
who ever wanted to play basketball.
Wow!
[Thinking] With my enormous mind,
I should have no problem
outwitting this taller half-wit.
All right!
Attaboy, shorty.
Ready?
Defense, shorty! Defense!
No!
[Tweet]
All right, Dexter, we're done.
Just pick up the stuff and come in.
Dexter, Dexter! I let loose the giant monster!
[Growling]
[Sighs]
♪ Deep in imagination lies a little girl's creation ♪
♪ he's her best friend
♪ she's the only one who sees him ♪
♪ don't you even try to spot him ♪
♪ even you, Jim
♪ I'm the koos a la goop a goop ♪
♪ not the foo dop a doop a doop ♪
♪ but the koos a la goop a goop ♪
♪ yeah
I can't sleep.
Koosy, tell me a story.
Ha ha! Yes.
Have I ever told you the story about the land of koos?
No.
Oh! Oh! Oh! It's a beautif--oh! Oh!
By the way, I live in the land of koos.
And oh! Oh! It's the most beautiful place in the whole universe.
There are pumpkin buildings that touch the stars,
and there are caramel flowers with neon stems.
And then there's all the koos folk that live there.
There are tiny little sugar wampums, great tall giraffabobs,
and, of course, your average trollbetoot.
The koos folk crowned a kind and gentle creature as their king,
and do you know who that king is?
[Chuckling]
Me.
Aaah!
You're really the king?
Yes, and I might add that everyone loves me.
Oh, please, take me to your kingdom!
T-T-Take you to m-m-my kingdom?
Mm-hmm!
Absolutely not!
Why?
B-b-b-because no one's there.
Yeah. It's a holiday today.
Now off to bed.
Ok.
Dee Dee! Come back.
Oh, no!
Whee!
Well, I guess we're here, so let's go.
Wow!
Your kingdom is beautiful.
Yeah. I mean no!
Dee Dee, we must go this very second.
I agree. Let's go!
Whee!
[Gasping]
Dee Dee, wait!
Oh, no! Trollbetoot forest!
Dee Dee, I think we should leave.
Someone might be here.
It looks like--
♪ picnic time ♪ picnic time
swing it, baby!
All: ♪ p-p-picnic time is, p-p-picnic time is ♪
♪ p-p-picnic time is food to eat ♪
♪ p-p-picnic time is, p-p-picnic time is ♪
♪ p-p-picnic time is a celebration ♪
Come on!
♪ P-P-Picnic time is, p-p-picnic time is ♪
♪ p-p-picnic time is fun for all ♪
♪ p-p-picnic time is, p-p-picnic time is ♪
♪ p-p-picnic time is
over!
Over.
O-O-Over.
Introduce me!
Introduce me! Introduce me!
Gee, sorry, Dee Dee,
but imaginary creatures can't hear or see
real little boys or girls.
Hey, who are you talking to?
You know, koos,
you really ruin everything.
Dee Dee: Koosy, koosy, what just happened?
You can't just bully the king!
Do they even know that you're the king?
Yes, but see, it's be-mean-to-the-king day,
and it's lots of...Fun.
This place is so wacky.
Hey, yo, koosy.
We all think you're a total jerk.
And don't even think about coming to the king's ball tonight,capisce?
Or we'll really mess you up!
You're throwing a party?
We better prepare for the big night.
No need to rush.
Man: Hey, trollbetoot.
Hey, Bob-o. Great night for a party, huh?
By the way, Bob, if you see koosy, tell me.
I got a score to settle with that bum.
Oh, gee! Oh, gee! Oh, gee!
So, let's go in.
[Stammering]
Ok. Let's go.
Oh! A secret king's entrance.
I believe this year's king's ball is the best one yet.
Yes, my dear, and when the children all receive their gifts--
oh, the glow on their little faces!
Oh! Look at all the dancers, lights, costumes, and--
huh! Hey! Somebody's sitting in your chair!
What?
Oohhh...
[Muttering]
Come on. You're the real king.
Do something about it!
[Stammering]
I--you know--
oh!
Hee hee.
Koosy!
What are you doing?
Fight for your crown!
Please, Dee Dee, no!
Oh, gee!
Aah!
Naughty, naughty, Mr. Impostor.
Oh, gee! Oh, gee!
Aah!
Oh, gee! Oh, gee!
Aah!
Now you can kiss your beautiful queen.
Man: Kill the koos that's kissing the queen.
King: Enough!
There will be no more violence at this king's ball.
Are you all right, my queen?
Koosy?
I'm sorry.
King: It's all right, koosy.
I lied to you.
Who did you lie to?
Dee Dee, come sit with me.
I'm not the king, Dee Dee.
I lied to you because I wanted you to like me.
But you don't need to lie to me.
I already liked you.
I love you!
Ha ha! And I love you, too.
Aw! Aw!
I have no idea what's happening, but it's very sweet.
Your majesty! The countryside is fogged in!
Oh, no!
You won't be able to deliver the gifts to all the children.
There must be a way.
Koos a la goop a goop, with your heart so bright,
will you guide my slooba-Dee-dooba-Dee sleigh tonight?
[Chuckling]
Yes.
Hey, Dexter, you got any scientific secrets
you want to share with our friends?
No.
Well, I do. Come on, kids.
I'll show you how to make something cool.
Take an ordinary ice tray
and fill it with your favorite fruit juice.
Stretch a piece of plastic wrap tight over the tray,
and stick a toothpick in each cube.
Put the tray in the freezer and let it chill overnight.
And voila! Fruity, juicy popsiclettes.
Astounding!
[Beeping]
Hey, Dexter!
Dee Dee, how many times have I told you
not to sneak up on me like that?
What is it?
Sorry, Dexter. It's just that I have this science project due,
and I was wondering--
science project! Of course I'll help!
Uh, that is, I am a very busy man,
but since you are my sister and all, I guess I can help.
But--
we have got a lot of planning to do.
We've got to prepare our tools.
But--
we need a monosyncratic, hyperneomatic oscillator.
But--
or maybe a remote diaxal unshackle brinder.
But, Dexter.
What is it, Dee Dee?
We haven't time for idle chitchat.
Dexter, I just need to borrow some tape.
I don't need your help.
Ah! Hmm.
[Chuckling]
Oh, that's a good one, Dee Dee.
You had me going there!
Of course you need my help.
I'm Dexter, boy genius, and you're--
ha ha!
Well, you're Dee Dee.
Now, come on. Quit joking.
We've got a lot of work to do.
Dexter, all I wanted was some tape.
If you don't want to give me any, I'll go find some elsewhere.
Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha! Ho ho!
I can't believe she doesn't need my help.
Uh, hi, uh, Dee Dee.
I was just, uh, busy working,
and I noticed you dropped this,
your crystal-enhanced laser singer,
and, might I add, great for assignments and science projects alike.
Zip! Zip! Hee hee hee!
Nice try, Dexter, but I'm only allowed to use household items,
and I don't need your help.
No, no. It is I who has no need to help you, Dee Dee.
Come, singey.
[Gears turning]
Hello, Dee Dee. It is me, your mother.
What is it you are doing?
Hi, mom. Just working on a science project for school.
Oh, science. Don't you think you should
ask your brother Dexter, boy genius, to help?
Why, he is a genius of all that is scientifical.
As a matter of fact,
he is a genius at just about everything.
No, thanks, mom. I can handle this by myself.
Why, you insubordinate little--
someday you will need Dexter's help,
and don't you come running to me when he says no!
Hey, Dee Dee. Look at what I brought you.
Ooh! Whatever could it be?
It's a intercom with a direct link to me.
An intercom, huh?
Yeah. I figured since I am so busy
and instead of you having to walk
all the way upstairs just to bug me,
just push this here button if you need anything.
Anything?
Yes--anything at all.
You name it, anything.
Just push that button,
and I'll try to break away from my busy schedule to see you.
Anything.
Ok, I'm going back to my lab
because I've got a lot to do, you know.
Okey-doke.
Ok. See ya.
You betcha.
Don't forget-- the button.
See ya.
[Chuckling]
Yes, sir, any minute now.
She'll be begging for my help
any minute now.
Dee Dee, did you call?
Uh, no.
Oh? Because I thought I heard.
No.
Ok. Just call if you need anything.
I will.
Ok.
All right.
Are you sure you didn't? Because I thought I heard.
Not me.
All right, then.
[Snoring]
Hey, Dexter.
First, we'll get--
no, no, Dexter. I still don't need your help.
I'm done!
Say what?
I finished my project on propulsion.
I chose rubber-band power.
What do you think?
Hmm. Crude and simple.
I'd give it a "d" minus at best.
I'm telling you, Dee Dee, if you want an "a" plus,
you got to ask the man.
You do want an "a" plus, don't you?
For your achievements in elementary school science projectory,
we present you with the nobel peace prize and pony.
Well...
I knew you'd cave in.
Woman: Class, today I'll be asking you to come up
and demonstrate your projects on propulsion.
Let's start with Schwartz.
Jones.
Weim.
Geller.
Smitty.
Dee Dee.
Um, for my project, I chose the power of rubber bands,
along with other household items.
And now, without further to-do...
[Engine roars]
Uh...
Thanks a heap, Dexter.
Now I'll get an "f" for sure.
You're crazy! That was "a" plus material, easy.
Not only did you propel your vehicle,
you also propelled the entire school into orbit--
a scientific first, I might add.
When do you think they'll be back?
They'll probably come out of orbit in a couple of days.
Good thing it's Friday.
Hey, Dexter, how long till we reach the border?
I don't know, but keep winding that rubber band.
Past the vaulted door
where impossible things may happen
that the world's never seen before.
♪ In Dexter's laboratory
♪ lives the smartest boy
♪ you've ever seen
♪ but Dee Dee blows his experiments ♪
♪ to smithereens ♪
♪ there is gloom and doom ♪
♪ while things go boom ♪
♪ in Dexter's lab
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