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DOC: I know you're still settling in here and all,

but I figure if you're gonna be my new bodyguard,

you might as well see what you're in for.

Yes sir...

when you're riding shotgun with a Rusty Venture,

the road can get a little bit bumpy.

Pays to keep a few spares in the trunk.

Oh, don't be so squeamish.

Kinda takes a little of the pressure off your job, doesn't it?

[CHUCKLES]

Don't talk much, do you? Well, good.

Because mum's the word about my little cabbage patch here.

These tadpoles aren't exactly street legal,

if you get my drift.

You know, you really shouldn't smoke when we're pregnant.

[LAUGHS]

Seriously... no smoking in the lab areas.

Oooooh!

Oh, what is this?!

No no no, this won't do at all.

Specimen D-19.

Yeah, I had a feeling about this one.

Autosomes always did look a bit sloppy,

just between you and me.

God!

Is that a face only a mother could love or what?

Good thing she's not here then, huh?

So... what are we gonna do for lunch?

HATRED: Dean? Dean?!

What'd ya fall in?!

Come on now, Lil Mister, the head is for everyone!

You've had your ten, now give your brother his shift!

[WHIMPERING]

Wha--? Oh, come on!

Hey! Hey! I'm in here!

Well, you should be in your room, mister!

You are grounded!

I'm not even allowed to make a pee now?

Not in here you aren't!

It's our only bathroom!

You should have thought of that before you called your father

"the President of the United States of Boogers"

in front of company.

Now get out!

You get out! I'm peeing!

Oh, no you aren't-- Hank!

[CHANTING] Attica! Attica! Attica!

[RASPY BREATHING]

[YAWNS]

Daddy? You're the--

Dean. We need to talk.

There is no hair fairy, is there?

Not even close.

The time has come for you to leave

the magic and folly of childhood behind, Dean.

Because I'm losing all my baby hair,

and my grown-up hair's gonna start coming in soon?

No, because you need to start taking

your future career in science more seriously, Dean.

Your biological time bomb is ticking!

But I have been practicing my science

just like you told me, Pop.

Look, I made these.

Shrinky dinks don't count, son.

I'm not even going to ask you why you sleep with those things.

'Cause I can't find Mr. Reachy.

Don't blame yourself, Dean. It's my fault.

I should have given you this years ago.

Ta-daaaaa!

The... panic room?

Your very own junior laboratory!

No more working on the kitchen table for you!

In here, you'll be able to really focus on your science

with no distractions!

How come Baby Einstein gets his own lab

and I'm stuck pushing boxes around, huh?

When do I get to train for my future career?

Who says you're not right now?

Those go up in the attic, boy.

Well, I'm sure your brain's already buzzing

with a million ideas you want to get cracking on.

Can I get you anything else?

A window?

Like I said -- no distractions!

Now go get into your speed suit.

I have another surprise for you.

"Get into your speed suit. I have a surprise for you."

Good gravy!

Never gave me my own lab.

Never gave me nothin'!

Why do you they get to have everything?

I'm as smart as they are!

I'm smarter, even!

They keep going to sleep with the angels,

but I'm still here!

DOC'S VOICE: Aren't you a little old for stuffed animals?

Don't you think you should give that back to the real Dean?

I am a real Dean!

No, you were rejected. You weren't good enough.

You mean I wasn't pretty enough...

My God, but you are hideous.

I can't believe you even came from me.

I try to be like the ones you love so much.

I watch them.

I learn from them...

Yeah, but then there's still the whole...

face issue.

Not after tonight!

Just you wait and see!

It's almost finished!

I just need one more and then...

and then I'm gonna be just like the rest of them...

Oh, yessirree bob!

[GRUNTS]

Hard to...

[GRUNTS] leather...

Great.

On top of everything else, you're getting fat now, too.

- [CLANG!] - Was that you?

I'm not even here, crazy.

[MUTTERING]

It's all about Dean, isn't it?

Tonight! Tonight!

Whoa-hoooo Nelly!

And that's just at "N scale!"

It's a fresh new twist on the classic decoy tactic.

We place 'em in key locations around the compound,

and the next time your Monarch

or your Baron What's-His-Bheit comes a-knockin',

he gets spanked in the face

with 5'7" of screamin' hot stop it!

I'm five ten.

Yeah, maybe with them fancy elevator beatle boots of yours.

Got a delivery here for a "Sergeant Hatred"?

Are either of you...?

Oh, take a guess.

Sign here, please.

Whoa! Easy!

Let's just be real careful with those.

Kid gloves.

Sir, do these crates contain any hazardous materials

I should know about?

I'm required by law to--

Hey, Nosey McPeeks-A-Lot.

You know what brown can do for me?

He can mind his own business.

Oh, sorry.

Well, hey there, slugger!

You look like you're buckin' for my job!

Did my dad tell you to say that?

Uh, no...

Then... are you psychic?

Hank, leave the man alone.

Just because he's black doesn't mean he has "the shining."

[SIGHS]

Save me, dude.

Done.

Now am I ungrounded?

Why, have you finished washing the car already?

- What? - It was on the list.

What "list?"

The "things Hank has to do for his father

before I can even think of un-grounding him" list.

Oh, didn't I c.c. you on that?

Aww! What--?!

Aw, there's like 20--

[GROANS]

Hold on a sec, Hank.

Number four.

Like mirrors, Hank.

I don't wanna tell ya how to do your daddy duty or nothing,

but don'tcha think maybe you're bein'

just a little too hard on the ol' Hankinator?

"Hankinator?"

You're sleeping with him, aren't you?!

DERMOTT: Hey.

Hey. How'd you get in?

Security's a joke in this dump. So, what're you in for?

12 counts of "sass in the first degree."

Gay.

And I peed in the tub?

- S'pretty badass. - Right?

Yeah, I'm grounded, too. I snuck out, though.

Ninjutsu.

Hey, where's your dorky brother?

Probably busy getting his heiney shined by my dad.

He gets to do whatever he wants

and I'm stuck with a list of dumb chores. Look at that.

Pfft. He's lucky he's not here.

Still owe him a beatdown.

Didn't he kinda... beat you up?

What is that supposed to be, a joke?

He cheap shotted me when I wasn't ready.

Plus I had, like, a massive stomach flu that day.

Sor-ry.

Check it -- number five, you do that one yet?

- No. - Sweet.

If your dad needs his car washed,

let's give him a good reason to wash it.

The egg.

It is the symbol of creation.

And since I was your age,

it has hatched all my greatest super-science ideas...

- No windows... - Pay attention, Dean.

Now sit down.

You're about to meet my muse.

Mommy?

Progressive rock!

Now normally, I'd start you off with Asia

or something more accessible.

But I think you're ready for the primo shit.

Just take a gander at that cover art

and try to pretend you're not already inspired.

It's like something out of a dream.

Painted by our greatest living artist...

Mr. Roger Dean.

- Hey, that's my name! - That's no accident, boy.

Maybe now you have some sense of the gravity--

Nay, the destiny-- of this moment.

This is your birthright.

Golly, I don't know what to say...

Just say... yes!

Hey, what's this one with the face?

That? Oh no no no no...

you are not ready to step into The Court of the Crimson King.

At this stage in your training,

album like that could turn you into an evil scientist.

Buckle your mind, Dean.

Because it's about to get blown.

- Agh! - Sorry!

??

What?

I said "What do you think?"

I-I'm not sure, but...

I think I'm starting to feel it.

That's called inspiration, Dean.

More. More!

You got it, son!

But no air drumming this time.

Bruford can change the timing up so fast

you could snap your wrist.

Now can we do this?

HANK: Yeah!

Time to make the donuts!

Put that on your list, Rusty!

You call that a donut?

Dude, you drive like my grandfather pees.

Give her some gas!

Quit it! Why don't you drive, then?

Um, 'cuz I don't have a vagina.

I told you, I only drive stick.

Now c'mon, let's take this thing to the quarry

for some off-road action.

Umm... I don't think I should take it off the compound.

Yeah, well you didn't think I should hot wire it either.

'Cause I had the keys!

Yes! Yes!

Perfect-a-mundo!

DERMOTT: Whatever, whatever.

Just admit that I coulda hot-wired it.

- Yes, fine! I believe you! - Super runaway!

What was that?!?

[GUYS WHOOPING]

Hello, sheriff?

I think something terrible is about to go down

at the Venture compound.

SHERIFF: Hell, looks like your basic garden-variety advanced research

super-scientific-industrial complex to me.

HOLLOWAY: "The Compound."

That's what they call it.

I delivered a dozen army surplus crates to that place today.

I think they're stocking up for something big, man.

I got a real bad feeling...

All right, there, Holloway.

This wouldn't be the first time one of your famous premonitions

sent me on a wild goose chase.

Their leader --

he's a real militia type.

'Got a big tattoo on his face.

And don't even get me started

on those weird-ass kids they got up in there,

all walkin' around talkin' crazy.

I'm telling you...

something strange is going on in that compound.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!

Dermott...

I killed Dean!

We gotta tell my dad--

What're you, high?

We can't tell anybody about this!

What? But we gotta--

Two words, dude --

Vehicular. Manslaughter.

You think being grounded is bad?

Try prison.

That's like being grounded for life.

Plus, instead of chores...

Butt sex!

Oh my God, Dermott!

What are we gonna do?!

Just don't panic, Hank!

I've handled this kind of mess before.

Why do you think they used to call me "the wolf?"

Nobody calls you that.

They did back in my old neighborhood

when they weren't calling me "Psycho."

There was actually a war between two rival gangs

over which nickname to call me--

What do we do?!!

All right, first we gotta destroy all the evidence.

Wipe the car clean of all your DNA.

And while we're at it, gimme your driver's license...

But it's only a learner's permit.

Dude, give!

Hey! What're you doing?

You gotta go off the grid!

Gotta disappear and lay low in Mexico for a few years

until this all blows over.

You're a shadow, Hank!

W-What about...

[CRYING] D-Dean?

??

[GASPS FOR AIR] Echh...

I've been buried alive five, maybe six times in my life.

This was worse.

Oh my God! I forgot about Dean!

Dean!

No!

Oh, my God!

It's side two of Dark Side of the Moon!

He's in a Floyd hole!

Fill the tub with ice! Now!

It's all my fault, I pushed you too hard.

It was too much, too soon!

Damn you, boy! You weren't ready!

[BIG GASP]

Eureka!

No, Dean. Sit back. Breathe.

You've been through a lot, you need to rest.

No, Dad...

I need to science!

??

Well, looks like my work here...

is done.

Nooooooo!

No no no no no!

Noo! I was so doggone close!

Darn it!

DOC'S VOICE: Is that a crybaby I hear?

It wasn't my fault!

Dumb old Hank ruined everything.

As usual.

"Dumb old Hank ruined everything!"

It takes more than a whiffle and a sweater vest

to be Dean, boy.

He doesn't even wear those anymore.

What-- What else? Tell me!

I'll do anything!

It takes heart. It takes devotion.

You think you have what it takes?

Y-Yes! Yes, yes!

Well, a real Dean wouldn't give up so easy.

He'd pick himself up and get right back on that horse.

But I can't finish my super special project now.

There's no more left!

Really?

Pretty sure I left another Dean around here somewhere.

No... that was the last one with a good face.

You sure? Have you looked everywhere?

Like, say... in the panic room?

They never put them in the panic r-- Oh!

N-No! You don't mean--?

Don't I?

Do you really wanna be Dean

or just Dean's uglier, unhygienic older brother?

D-Dean.

And I can only have one favorite son,

so it wouldn't very well do

to have two Deans walking around, now, would it?

But I can't!

That would be... wrong.

What's wrong is that 14th stringer getting

everything you were always meant to have.

And Dean -- may I call you Dean?

Ohh... yes!

This one's even a little bigger than the others were.

Dude, don't be a puss!

We gotta burn your fingerprints off so Interpol can't track you.

[SCREAMING]

Own your pain, dude!

Go into your cave, like in Fight Club.

I didn't see Fight Club!

I saw it in the theater twice.

Totally snuck in, too.

My mom dropped me off at the mall to see

some Elmo in Grouchland bullcrap.

Ditched that noise.

What the f--?

This is like papier mache goo.

Doesn't your dad have any hydrochloric acid lying around?

Who am I, Bill Nye the Science Guy?

I don't know what any of this stuff is--

That's Dean's bag...

was Dean's bag.

I wish Dean was here!

Oh, mother of mercy, what have I done?!

Keep it together!

All right, we're gonna have to do this commando style.

You want me to... take off my underwear?

Coolness.

It slipped!

Stupid hands are all sweaty.

[SIGHS]

Oh, what is this?

Aw, all over my nice floors. Hank-- Oh!

[DEAN HUMMING]

Ow!

[WATCH BEEPING]

[SNIFFS]

[TIMER BUZZING]

What the--? Wh-Who are you?

Deeeeeaannn!

Oh no, I-I've created a monster!

Sergeant Hatred! Help!

Come quick! I-I--

[SCREAMING]

Weird.

Weird, weird, weird.

They're all just standing there like the living dead.

All with shaved heads, all wearin' the same outfits...

Brainwashed, probably.

Yeah, you were right.

This is definitely some strango cult stuff goin' on right here.

Bodies... dozens of them.

In an open grave out back.

Most of 'em look like-- They look like kids, sir!

Those sick bastards.

Okay, hit 'em with the lights.

Attention, you inside the compound!

'The hell?

This is the police.

Dude, your dad called the cops!

We gotta bolt right now!

- H-How? - Don't you guys have a plane?

I don't know how to fly it.

And my pilot's license is only rated for single engine craft.

So we're gonna need wheels.

My dad's car! We just washed it!

That's the murder weapon, dingus!

Why don't we just hop on your brother's corpse

and toboggan down to the county jail while we're at it?

[MUFFLED BREATHING]

Dean.

Dean?

[SCREAMING]

I'm sorry I tried to play God!

Please go away!

Ah-ha!

Fire bad! You fear fire!

What are you talking about?

Whoa!

Fire!

MAN [ON RADIO]: Fire!

We've got a fire inside the compound.

They're goin' full Waco on us.

This is it people!

We gotta save those kids in there!

Move in! Move in!

Freeze!

Down on the ground, baldy!

HATRED: Doc! Doc!

Code orange! Fire in the compound!

Yeah, no duh.

You gotta get to-- Oh, hey! It's the police!

Man, you guys got here qui-

This is your last warning, Churchy.

If you do not drop down and spread 'em in 3... 2...

[ENGINE STARTS]

Hey, c'mon now, fellas!

Don't you know who I work for?

Yeah. Me. They're not impressed.

That my hard drive?

Hey, listen, uh, any questionable images

you may or may not find on there

are 100% computer-generated.

MAN [ON RADIO]: Uh, sheriff?

You'd better get out here...

HANK: Freedom!!!

Ahhgh!

Not again!!!

- You think they saw us? - Look, dude! Look out!

Hey, that's where that is.

Dean!

All I wanted was to grow my hair back!

W-What do you want from me?!

I want your pretty little life!

And your smooth, pretty little face!

I don't even want to be a scientist!

I'm only doing this because my dad made me do it!

Me too!

What in the hell is that?

Probably the comet these poor fools think

they're gonna fly away to heaven on.

DERMOTT: Dude! Hold up!

- Stop here! - Did we miss a turn?

This is my house. I gotta go.

DERMOTT'S MOM: Dermott, sweety? Is that you?

Coming...

- W-What about Mexico? - I got curfew.

Besides, someone has to stay here and disseminate the cover story.

- Dermott... - I'm coming! Jeez!

Take a chill pill, why don't ya?

Vaya con Dios, dude.

Take this. You're gonna need it.

Get me, like, fireworks and Spanish fly.

[SIRENS APPROACH]

Son?

That's enough.

D-Daddy?

You don't need to hurt that other poor Dean

to get what you want.

- I don't? - No, son.

Because all you ever really wanted was a father's love.

And you don't need to look like him to get it.

- I don't? - Of course not.

Aside from some basic hygiene issues,

you're perfect just the way you are.

Now come here.

Give your old man a hug.

That's it.

Let it all out.

Don't be shy, now. Hug away!

Daddy!

Who the hell was that?

[SIGHS]

Mexico.

Hank! What the hell do you think you're doing?!

Are you kidding? Are you kidding?

You set fire to your brother's lab,

you try to run away in my people mover,

you call the police on me?

And you think that entitles you to listen to records?

What world are you living in,

where you think there's even a chance

that you won't be grounded for the rest of the year?

And you don't take a man's Jimmy Buffet records

without askin' either!

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