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[Speaking backwards]

For...ward.

Forward.

Wow!

My reversa-belt is a success!

I must make a note-- in order to be understood,

I must speak backwards

so that it sounds as though I am speaking forward,

or it is forward so that it sounds reversed?

Reverse.

Aah! No, robot! Wait!

[Speaking backwards]

I...mean...forward!

Forward.

Robot.

Yes, Dexter?

Please remind me never to oil you again.

Yes, Dexter.

Stupid robot. Who needs him?

It is time I start looking out for myse-e-e-elf!

Whoa-oa-oa!

Reverse!

[Shouting backwards]

For...ward.

Reverse.

For...ward.

Reverse.

For...ward.

Reverse.

For...ward.

Reverse.

For...ward.

Whew! All this thirst for knowledge

sure makes a guy hungry.

Time for a snack!

[Burp]

Ha ha ha!

[Burp]

Stupid robot. Must have blown a fuse.

I had better get back to the lab and straighten things out.

Hey, Dex, where's the fire?

Ha ha ha! Huh?

Hoagalicious!

Once I get to the lab, I'll--

oh, there you are, Dexter.

Be a dear and take the trash out for your mother.

But, mom...

The only "but" in this conversation is a spanked one.

Now get on it!

[Sniffing]

[Sniffing]

Ah!

Dexter, I thought you said

you were taking the trash outside!

[Speaking backwards]

Ugh...i don't feel so good.

Ohh...

Dexter, what have I told you about running on the stairs?!

Slow down! You're going to hurt somebod--

oh! Aah!

[Crash]

Ah! Dee Dee!

[Speaking backwards]

Dee Dee!

[Speaking backwards]

Dee Dee!

Hi, Dexter. Bye, Dexter.

[Speaking backwards]

She must be stopped, but how?

The belt.

Freedom!

You! What do you think you're doing?!

Do you have any idea what trouble you have been causing?

First I lose my lunch,

and then mama's going to kill me,

and dada's probably in the hospital,

and another thing--

hey, what's that?

Ooh, this is a pretty belt.

What does it do, Dexter?

Aah!

Oof!

[Shouting backwards]

Aah!

Oof!

[Shouting backwards]

Aah!

Oof!

[Shouting backwards]

Aah!

Dee Dee, get out of my laboratory!

Hmmph.

Now maybe I can get a little work done.

[Snap]

Bwaa!

Bwaa!

Bwaa! Bwaa!

Bwaa! Bwaa!

Ah, yes, the test results are optimal.

Hmm.

Ha ha ha.

What?

Huh? What a peculiar phenomenon.

I have no time for that.

[Beeping]

What?

[Beeping]

Computer: Scan complete. Access approved.

What?!

Is there something I can help you with?

Um...no.

Good. Then maybe you can help me by telling me

what the heck you are doing in my lab!

Always coming and going as you please,

never having any consideration

for the other people's privacy!

Barging in and pushing all of my buttons,

running crazy all about the lab.

I do not know how you keep getting in.

If only you could learn to stay out

of my laboratory!

And stay out!

[Muttering]

Hi, Dexter.

Hey, Dee Dee.

I thought I told you to stay out of my lab!

What?

How did you get in here?

The secret transporter remote.

[Yodeling]

[Coughing]

Now stay out of my lab!

Hello, Dexter.

Hello.

Uh...but I... I thought...

Hi. Um...

I was just wondering...

How you got in here.

Oh.

[Whispering] I got in through

the secret refrigerator back. Ha ha ha!

Oh. Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

I have just about had it

with your shenanigans, Dee Dee!

Computer: Taste bud sensors activated.

Computer, from now on,

I am on a diet.

Well, that's that.

Now I can get some work done in peace.

Hey, Dexter, can you please pass me the atomizer?

Ah, certainly.

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

All right! How did you get in here?!

Did you get in through

the 2-dimensional spatial filter?

Yeah!

No.

Did you get in through the secret

molecular disconfiguration access port?

No.

Aha!

You came in through the secret sky-port.

[Cooing]

You're kidding.

Cassius, emergency exit!

It's a living.

Whew.

Aah!

Did you get in through

the carbon exacto molecular separator?

No.

Did you get in through the aquatic waste disposer?

No.

Did you get in through the postal transfer unit?

Yes!

No.

This is it! I know it!

Whoa. Silly rabbit,

I just came in through the secret bookcase entrance.

Ah...oh, yes. The mind of the killer.

Yes, hide in plain sight.

Yes, of course!

Ha!

There! Now no one's getting in!

Ha ha ha ha!

Hmm...yep, no one's getting into Dexter's lab now.

Uh, oh, my dear.

In my overwhelming zeal

to banish my sister from the lab,

I have indeed locked myself out.

Too blind was I not to foresee the most piteous of fates.

I have thus performed the ultimate tragic irony.

Surely I am the fool of fools on the par with no other.

I am no better than that stupid coyote

or that crazy duck.

Look at me! Look at me!

I am locked in a continuum of cartoon fools!

I am doomed to a life

of comic mishap adventures and social indignations.

And now, here I stand before you,

beaten, defeated, and alone.

Perfect pal clem, I have a dilemma.

What's that, perfect pal Mitch?

To bonk or not to bonk?

That is the question.

How about not?

[Sniffing]

[Coughing]

Location--latitude north 130 by longitude west 80.

Code name--the beach.

The high number of sociological character specimens

is quite noteworthy here.

For instance, the modern family getting out of the suburbs for a day,

old folks baking like ceramic knick-knacks in the sun,

dudes and dudettes extolling the virtues of hip,

little tykes-- aren't they cute?

Hey, wait a minute! What's this?

Dee...dee.

She's coming right towards me.

Hey! Plfft plfft...

And just where is she going?

Who's he? And why is Dee Dee hanging out with him?

Must have something to do with his cool factor.

Gracious knows, I could use a little updating.

Hmm, the boardwalk.

Hello, pretty young thing.

Eww! Get away from me, you nerd.

Lame doo, bro.

This haircut was a stupid idea. What is it I'm missing?

Hmm...

Hey, Dee Dee, check out these jams.

Oh, please. Those shorts are so 5-minutes-ago.

These shorts are hot.

Sssss!

Give it up, man-dork.

What do I have to do to be cool?

Huh?

Hey, that would impress Dee Dee. Wonder where I sign up.

Surf shack, here I come.

Oh, this must be the place.

It's that surfer boy.

He must be signing up for the contest to impress Dee Dee, too.

I'll show him.

I'll take that, if you don't mind.

It just so happens i, mandark,

am a shoo-in to win the surf contest tomorrow.

You surf, mandark?

Honey, where I'm from,

they call me wave master.

Ok, see you at the contest, wave master.

Does anybody know where I can get a surfboard?

I'll show those guys.

Wow. Total wipeout.

What's going on? I feel so very strange.

Mandark!

Mandark, you numskull!

Don't you know anything?

By human standards, I know a lot.

Silence!

If you know so much, you would have realized that

that was a rhetorical question I was asking.

Well, this is all beside the point.

The point is, I am a tiki god,

master of fame and fortune. Aah!

You see, mandark, I've been watching you,

and the fact of the matter is,

if you want to impress people,

you should use your own talents

and not try to copy the talents of others.

My own talents? Hey, I'm good at science.

That's the ticket.

Ah...what happened?

The contest!

Announcer: The surfing contest is about to begin.

All contestants start lining up.

Hey, I don't see surfer boy anywhere.

Hi, mandark.

Dee Dee, what are you doing here?

I'm in the surf contest,

and I'm going to blow you away.

On your Mark, get set, go!

No, Dee Dee! There's booby traps! Wait!

Don't worry, Dee Dee. I'll save you.

Dee Dee's headed right for a booby trap.

Whew!

Uh-oh!

You idiot! It's me--mandark.

Oops. Sorry.

Now where did she go?

Uh!

Dee Dee, look out! It's a mine field!

Wah!

Dee Dee, my love, fear not, for I will rescue you.

Help! I'm drowning! Help!

Uh-oh.

Help! I'm drowning! Help! I'm drowning!

Help! I'm drowning!

Announcer: And here comes the winner, folks.

It's Dee Dee!

[Cheering]

Thanks for saving my life.

No problem, dude.

That was some pretty radical surfing.

Aw, shucks. It was nothing.

In fact, if you want, we can go to my lab,

where I have a fully operational indoor wave pool

and practice all we want.

That would be the bomb, dude.

[Cheering]

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enter at your own peril.

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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