[whirring]
[beeping]
[yawns]
[bell rings]
[crowd cheering]
Dodgeball,
I hate dodgeball!
Aah!
[gasps, grunts]
[nervous laugh]
- [whistle blows] - Oh.
[growling]
[screaming]
[laughing]
[growling]
Aah!
No!
[screaming]
Aiee! Aiee! Ugh!
[smacking]
Ow!
[distorted laughter]
[evil laugh]
[screaming]
[panting]
[sighs]
It was just another dream.
[Female computer voice] No, it is all very real.
I just shut the window.
[crowd chanting] Harold! Harold!
[Man] You're gonna get it, Kelp.
It's an angry mob!
No, it's not.
There are, like, seven people out there.
And most of them are children.
Oh, wait. There's a pitchfork.
It is an angry mob.
What could they possibly want with me?
Eh, I don't know, let's see.
Mrs. Russell and the triplets are probably here
because of your tanning ray.
Randy is most likely here
because of that Nuke-A-Zit,
your acne spray.
And I'd say Suzy Perkins
and her pitchfork-weilding father are here
because of the nuclear-powered hair dryer.
[screaming]
Poor Suzy.
You think she's forgiven me?
Uh, is that the bald girl
with the bow and arrow?
Dang, that girl can shoot.
I will split that coconut in two, Kelp.
Oh, well, that doesn't sound too good.
Run!
[panting]
Say goodnight, brainiac.
Whoa, girl. Calm down, Suzy.
Listen up, everybody!
This is an acceptance letter
from the Cerebrum Academy for Gifted Youths.
Somebody liked your cold fusion engine design.
Grandpa Julius.
He's going to boarding school! Whoo!
[Boy] This is gonna be a blast.
[Man] We're free!
Say, did you leave your engine running upstairs?
[explosion]
[Harold] Wow.
[indistinct chatter]
[Girl] How was your first class?
Hey, we should skip the next class
and head out of here.
[Second Girl] I know, totally.
[chatter continues indistinctly]
[Harold] Grandpa?
Okay, let's take this baby to the moon.
[Female computer voice] Engaging ride simulation.
Aah!
- [Grandpa laughing] - Grandpa?
Whoa!
Grandpa?
Harold, i-is that you?
Whoa.
I'll be right over.
[chuckling] Hold on.
[both screaming]
Aah! [coughs]
Grandpa, are you okay?
[groaning] Fine, fine.
Just a minor abrasion.
Great to see you, kiddo.
Howdy, Robin.
How's that engine of yours coming along?
Well, it exploded this morning
and demolished my bedroom.
[laughing]
Fantastic news, young Kelp.
With so many failures,
success is just around the corner,
or up your street.
I sure hope so.
Well, I'd better go find my dorm room.
Well, see you in class, Harold.
And remember, if at first, you don't succeed...
[explosion]
Oh, look here.
[muffled music playing]
¶¶ [jazz]
[screaming] Ugh!
Um, I think I got the wrong room.
[Boy] Hey, let's have a look at that.
Hmm.
Nope, we're roommates, all right.
Harold Kelp?
Are you related to Professor Kelp?
Yeah, he's my grandpa.
Oh, man. No way.
Hey, I'm Zeke, by the way.
- Welcome aboard. - Thanks.
Here, let me show you to your bed.
Wow, the inflatable technology.
Your grandpa comes up with some pretty crazy stuff.
I can't wait to see what he's got planned for us.
[screaming]
Ned's an exchange student.
Pleasure to meet you.
No idea.
That's some kind of sign language hoedown.
You think that's weird,
wait till you see him onstage.
We're the Invaders!
Cool. Where do you guys play?
Where else?
¶¶ [techno]
The pit!
[indistinct chatter]
[Girl] How was your class?
Aah! Ugh!
[all gasping]
Oh, great.
Excuse me?
There's no excuse for you.
Yeah, no excuse.
Ever had an Atomic Wedgie before, nerd?
Yeah, wedgie.
Don't worry about them, Harold.
They're all bark, and no bite.
Come on, let's go grab our table.
The fat man and the wonder frog.
I should've known.
So, what do you call him... Supernerd?
[Second boy laughs] Nerd.
Oh, come on, you guys.
He's, like, 95 pounds.
I think our table number's up.
Harold!
Want a shot at the title, rhino-rump?
[scoffs] What's that?
Biggest meat head in the world?
Pretty sure you got that one locked up, Brad.
I'll see you losers in class!
Class!
Don't let them get to you, Harold.
Couple of lame-os.
Hi, guys. Can I take your order?
Three diet sodas, please.
Said he wants one with no ice.
What's with Ned?
Still trying to figure that one out.
I think his home planet was invaded.
And he barely made it out alive!
- [squirting] - Look out, Ned!
I know how he feels.
What?
Your hometown was invaded by aliens, too?
Not exactly,
but I was kind of run out of town.
Yeah, you definitely know how to make an entrance.
Well, from now on,
things are going to be different.
- [clang] - Aiee!
[screaming]
Ugh! Aah! Whoa!
I didn't know I could jump that high. Whoa!
[Harold screaming]
Meh!
[screaming]
Oh! Whoa!
Whoa!
Ugh! Aiee!
[crowd murmuring]
[gasps]
Uh,
excuse me?
[growling]
[grunting]
[groans]
Hey! Oh. Great.
Well, this can't get any worse.
[thud]
I stand corrected.
[Harold] Hey, hey.
Who's there?
I- I know Kung Fu.
[battle cries]
Ugh. Hey!
Don't make me speed bag you.
[groaning]
Ugh. Here.
Thanks.
Oh.
Wait a second.
Aren't you friends with those guys?
You come to gloat, or something?
Do you want me to help you,
or do you want to hang up there all night?
- I'm sorry. - Well, that's better.
I'm Polly.
Uh, hi. I'm Harold.
Try wiggling out of your shirt.
Well, actually, those are my boxers.
Ooh. Okay, well,
this might sting a bit.
Aah! [groans]
Oh, sorry. Did that hurt?
[groaning] No.
Not at all.
See you around, Harold.
- [chatter] - I know.
- [clatter] - [screaming]
Ugh!
Uh, good morning, class.
Welcome to the Cerebrum Academy
science program.
Last year, the students had it a little too easy
with all the lazing around
on inflatable mattresses, and such.
[Robin laughing]
[Professor] This year,
we're taking it to the limits,
and you'll all be designing and engineering
your own functional motocross bikes.
[class cheering]
- All right! - [horn blowing]
Then, we're taking it to the track,
where your efforts will culminate
in the Motocross Showdown Challenge,
a race that will showcase
your new technology.
Yeah! Oh, this is awesome!
We are going to own that race, Tad.
Time to get extreme!
Ugh!
Yeah. Extreme.
Race?
Oh, great.
I've also created
a fleet of robotic extreme athletes,
designed to simulate
what it'd be like to race against today's champions.
Kelp!
Ooh, aah! Whoa.
Uh, Dean von Wu.
Uh, class,
may I introduce
the somewhat intimidating,
and always imposing
Dean von Wu.
Ahh, yes.
Student bodies,
it is your honor to meet me.
- Kelp! - Hello.
Your grant is up for renewal,
and I'll be paying very close attention
to this year's roster of inventions,
including your 'bots,
and this ridiculous race!
You will not make a mockery
of me,
or this institution, Kelp.
That is all.
- Class dismissed. - [bell rings]
Um, but... Oh.
Uh, Harold,
say, how's that engine of yours coming along?
Uh, I still got a bit more work to do on it.
Well, keep at it, Harold.
Nothing comes easy.
Most things are hard,
but try to get in the middle.
[Brad] Gonna go do some stuff,
the arcade, something.
[Tad] Yeah, I like arcades.
Yeah.
[motor running]
Hey, man.
I'm training, over here.
Look at her, Zeke.
You mean, the one with the mullet?
Yeah, I know what you're talking about.
No. Polly.
Ow.
Flavin!
Zeke, [groaning]
that's not the reaction I was expecting.
I'm trying to knock some sense into you.
Pretty sure that's a figure of speech.
Listen,
when it comes to girls like Polly McGregor,
guys like us are always "the other,"
never the "significant other. "
Thanks for the vote of confidence.
[laughing]
You guys can't even keep up with me.
Can't I get some competition around here?
Hmm.
[laughing]
Oy!
[explosion]
[Harold screaming]
[laughing]
[screaming]
Hey!
Aah!
- [electric buzzing] - [growling]
[screaming]
[sighing]
[laughing]
Aiee! Oy!
Aah! Ugh! Whoa!
- Ugh! - Ugh!
[gasps]
[screaming]
[explosion]
[groaning]
[laughing]
- Work! What the... - [robot approaches]
[Professor] Harold.
Aah.
Grandpa? Is that you?
What is that thing?
I- It's part of this year's grant proposal.
I call it the Kelp-a-tronic.
Wow.
It's an all-terrain vehicle
that creates its terrain.
Watch.
I call these terrain spheres,
or T-balls, for short.
[thud]
Ugh.
As you can see,
I've got some work to do.
Aah! Aah!
Harold, run.
Whoa!
Aah! Aiee!
Kelp!
So, are we ready for the status report?
Oh, just give me a moment.
- Aah! Kelp! - Yes?
This unacceptable!
Whoa!
[Professor] Aah!
Whoa, wah!
[screaming]
Aah, ow!
In my office, Kelp.
[groaning]
Are you okay?
Yeah.
I hate to keep asking, Harold,
but are we getting close with that engine, yet?
Uh, yeah.
A few more explosions, and I think we're there.
Listen, how would you like to contribute
your cold fusion engine
to the Kelp-a-tronic?
I'll include it with my proposal,
and you'll get bonus marks for your help.
As you can see,
my engine's not quite there,
and I could really use a hand.
Wow. [chuckling]
Sure, Grandpa.
Kelp, now!
Coming, Dean. Oh, coming.
[thunder crashing]
Uh, Polly.
Hi, Polly.
Y- You... You look great.
You... look great.
I know I designed this correctly.
Come on, work.
[whirring]
Aah... button.
[clang]
- [clang] - Aah!
[blipping]
Secret of love?
Uh, that is
your grandfather's personal computer, Harold.
I don't think he wants you messing around with it.
You're good with numbers, Robin, right?
Being a super-computer, and all.
Uh-uh-uh. Forget it, Harold.
Hey, not the we...
I'm not asking.
[powering up]
[ding]
Oh, you did not just do that.
Looks like one of Grandpa's formulas.
Your hidden self.
Your inner-you.
[thunder crashes]
I'm out of here.
You are on your own, there, maestro.
Secret desires.
Suppressed impulses.
I'm serious. I've leaving.
[explosion]
[laughing]
This is it!
[laughing]
The answer to my prayers!
Imagine me,
but strong, good-looking,
popular, fearless.
I imagine you dreaming.
Suit yourself.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Don't you want to meet my...
[thunder crashing]
hidden self?
[Harold gulping]
Ahh.
Oy, ooh!
Flavin...
Grabbing stomach pump.
[groaning] Aah!
[Robin grunting]
[suction pop]
[belching]
I'm okay.
Do... Do you feel any different?
[slurring] No, the same.
The exact same.
[hiccups]
It's another failure!
Just like all my other ones!
You were originally designed
to be a dog!
You're my best friend, Robin.
I love you so much!
[laughing]
Free! Ha, ha!
I'm free!
[thunder crashing]
[laughing]
[yawning]
¶¶ [rock]
What?
- Huh? - What?
Huh?
[Girl] Who's that?
Uh, well...
One of you girls care to dance?
What?
Yeah, what?
On second thought, sit down, chunky.
You're not my type.
What? Oh, you are about to enter
a world of pain.
Eh, come and get me, butternut.
Huh?
[grunts]
Want some?
Ugh, no thanks.
I've had enough cheese today.
- You are so dead. - Dead!
When I get a hold of you, you're going to feel
- the wrath of the Brad! - Brad.
- Cranked up to extreme! - Extreme!
I'm going to crush you like a...
Yeah, I've had enough cheese, myself.
Who are you?
Name's Jack.
Jack what?
Just Jack. [slurping]
That's how I roll.
[chuckling]
Well, Just Jack,
I'm Polly.
- [Brad growling] - Ah, check, please.
[laughing] Now it's your turn.
Let's see how tough you really are.
- You take the mid-section. - [knuckles cracking]
I'll work the face.
Yeah! Face!
Sorry, ladies.
I already have a dance partner.
- Get him! - Ugh!
- Ooh! - Ugh!
[both] Aah!
How about that dance?
[Polly] You're not from around here,
are you?
[Jack] Baby, you have no idea.
Ow.
What happened?
Am I late for class?
Oh, no. Not at all.
Oh, phew.
You slept the entire day away,
and missed all your classes.
What?
You're the talk of the campus, though.
[Polly] Oh, whoever he is, he's hot.
He's got, like, superpowers.
He ran circles around Brad and Tad.
Oh, and he can dance.
We are going out again tonight,
in an hour.
In an hour!
I've got a date with Polly in an hour.
Hello, reality check.
Jack has a date with Polly in an hour.
Well, close enough.
He's me,
only, not me.
He's everything I wish I was,
if I wasn't what I am.
Did that make sense?
Uh, disturbingly, it did.
The greatest night of my life,
oh, and I won't even be there.
[gulping]
Oh! Ugh!
[motorbike approaches]
Hey, Polly.
Bye, Jack.
Aw, what's the matter, baby?
I've been waiting for over an hour.
Do you even realize how inconsiderate that is?
[revs engine]
All right, all right, look.
I'm sorry I was late.
Give me one more chance.
If you still want to go by the end of the ride,
I'll take you home.
Well, okay.
[revs engine]
[laughing]
That was awesome, Jack.
It's so nice to finally sit down with you.
So tell me, who's the real Jack?
Well...
Gross. What is that?
It's Harold's dinner. We're gonna make him eat it.
[Tad] Eat it.
- Have you seen him? - No.
[microphone feedback]
Can I have your attention, please?
The Invaders!
[applause, cheering]
Hi, uh, this is a new one we've been working on.
It's, uh, it's called "Robotic Rampage,"
- by the Invaders. - [applause]
Forget Harold.
I have a better idea.
¶¶ [rock]
[chuckling] Hey, Porky.
I thought we were on a date.
Yeah, we are.
Hey. Man, watch it.
[whistling]
[Brad] Oh, did you see that shot?
[Tad] See that shot?
[Jack] Let's bomb them!
[Brad] Yeah, let's clobber them!
[Tad] Bomb them!
[laughing] Yeah.
Hey, man.
What is your problem?
Why don't you come down here and give it a try, hot shot?
We'll throw sea garbage at you.
See how you like that.
Not too much, I bet.
That's because it's sea garbage!
[drum beats]
[cheering]
[drumming continues]
We need to talk about last night.
Was it everything I imagined?
- [bell rings] - Was I charming?
Whatever. That moop totally ruined our show.
No, he didn't.
He only spiced it up.
Yeah, spiced it up.
I'll spice you up.
Took me an hour to get that stuff out of my hair.
How can you guys even hang out with him?
He's such a loser.
- You're the loser. - Loser!
- Jack is extreme. - Extreme!
Yeah, an extreme jerk.
Whatever, man. Whatever.
I didn't know I was such a jerk.
[Professor] Kids, calm down please.
Get back to your stations.
Hey.
- How's it going? - Ugh.
I just... I can't get this engine back together.
Here, let me help.
Thanks.
Sure.
Are you okay?
Actually,
I had the worst date ever, last night.
I thought I met someone different.
But he's just like one of them.
Why don't you repeat Brad one more time?
Look, I'm choking on mystery meat.
I'm telling you, man,
I've had enough of your jibber-jabber.
See what I mean?
They're fun to hang out with,
but I'd never date them.
I guess I'm just getting tired of it.
I just can't seem to meet anyone that's interesting.
Yeah. I've had just about enough of those guys.
I'm starting to run out of underwear.
[laughing]
[growling] Okay, that's it.
You want something to choke on,
I'll give you something to choke on!
Aah!
[punching, grunting]
[all yelling]
Come on.
Let's get out of here.
You mean cut class?
Aiee!
[all grunting]
[Zeke] How you like me now, Brad?
[Professor] Zeke... Ow!
You like going fast?
Yeah. You?
Yeah!
- [revs engine] - Whoa!
Ow! Bumps.
Better hold on.
[screaming]
So, are you scared to ride in the race?
Oh, oh, no.
No, not at all.
Why? Are you?
Yeah, a little.
Uh, Polly!
Polly!
[growling]
[screaming]
[laughing]
Do... Do... Do...
Is that a song?
Never mind!
[revs engine]
[screaming]
Hey, Robin.
Is that lipstick?
[sputtering]
No.
Okay.
Anyway, I just went
on this amazing bike ride with Polly,
and I think she's really starting to like me.
In fact, I don't think I need Jack anymore.
Guess again, sucker.
Hey!
[screaming]
[groaning]
Well, well, well.
Don't need me anymore, huh, lover boy?
What? Jack, where am I?
We're inside your mind, smart guy.
This terror twilight is your subconscious.
Huh?
Oh, pathetic.
You have no clue
how this place affects me, do you?
Oh, yeah, it's awesome.
You get nervous,
I get electroshock therapy.
We've got in-floor heating
due to your burning anxiety.
[screaming]
My... My mind's a hideous wasteland.
Oh, and my favorite.
Your fear,
a psycho beast trying to gobble me up.
Fear beast!
When does the fear beast show up?
Only every time you get scared,
which, as you know, is hardly ever.
Uh, uh, right.
[nervous laugh]
S- So, what am I doing here?
[Jack] I wanted to show you how the other half lives.
While you're out there, making a fool of yourself,
I'm stuck here dealing with your baggage.
It's not fair, and I want out!
[screaming]
I don't need you anymore, Jack!
Polly likes me now!
Yeah, dream on, Eggbert.
You need me, and you know it!
Especially with the race coming up.
You can't ride without training wheels!
[screaming]
[rumbling]
Huh?
What do you know?
Right on cue.
[screaming]
[laughing]
You mean that thing a-actually exists?
This is the end of the line for you, screwball.
- [screaming] - [roaring]
Oof!
Remember, Harold,
the only thing you have to fear is fear itself!
[laughing] So long, sucker!
[electric buzzing]
[Robin] Harold, wake up.
- [roaring] - Help!
[Robin] Wake up!
- [alarm beeping] - Ow!
Stop! Stop! I'm awake!
What happened?
He's declared war!
Jack wants out, Robin.
Oh, now, didn't somebody try and tell you
that messing with that stuff
would ruin your life?
Oh, right. That was me!
How long have I been out?
Naturally,
you all know that everything surrounding us
is made of molecules.
And if we could
rearrange said molecules,
we could alter the shape and nature of objects.
Now then, I am developing an invention
designed to do precisely that,
with a slight twist.
It's also the marquee item for my grand proposal
to Dean van Wu.
May I introduce... Harold?
You're late. Is everything okay?
Fine, fine. [chuckling]
Why wouldn't I be fine?
Well, hurry in, Harold.
Goggles on, everybody.
As I was saying, may I introduce
the Cellular Reconstructor Uplink Device,
or C.R.U.D., for short.
Someone think of an object, please.
How about and alarm clock
for Quasimodo, over there.
[growling]
Whoa.
Splendid suggestion, Brad.
Good boy.
The device shall uplink to my mind,
pluck out my desire,
and transmute that chair into an alarm clock.
An alarm clock,
I want a clock that alarms.
[beeps]
It is an alarm clock.
Grilled cheese sandwich.
Mmm, cheddar.
[laughing]
Regrettably, it appears there are a few bugs
still left in the, uh, system.
The, uh, C.R.U.D. not only reads one's mind,
but it reads one's subconscious, as well,
thus, fabricating not what one asked for,
but what one feels.
And it appears, I was feeling hungry.
[beeps erratically]
Brad, cut the power.
Now remember, class,
I will need all of your assistance
with my grand presentation, after the race.
[machine powers down]
Harold, are you okay?
Uh, uh...
You're falling behind.
I'm worried you're going to fail my class.
Are you in some sort of, uh, trouble?
It's complicated.
How can I help you, Harold,
if you won't open up?
Um,
I- I met someone.
Ah. Correct me if I'm wrong,
but I'd venture to say you're having trouble
with the female of the species,
- as it were. - Shh.
I know exactly what you're going through.
[deep voice] Well, listen, Harry.
She's lucky to be seeing you, you dig?
What?
[normal voice] Oh, what I meant to say is
you're a wonderful kid.
Just be yourself.
Huh.
She's lucky to be seeing me.
Hey, Harold,
could you help me with my engine again?
Do you want to go out with me tonight?
Uh.
Aiee!
Oh.
Phew.
What are you doing here?
Trying to save us both.
You know you're gonna blow this.
Now tag me in.
Look, forget it, Jack. I won't do it.
I'm doing this on my own.
- No, you're not. - [monster roars]
Because I'll be dead before the date's over.
I'm going to help you with this, okay?
Just calm down. Calm down, okay?
You know the three rules of dating?
Rules?
Yes, rules.
Uh, you might want to write this down.
I'm kidding.
Rule number 1.
Psst, over here.
You have to open the door for her.
Rule number 2.
Compliment her on how she looks.
Yeah, I know that one.
Ooh, you know it all, do you?
So you don't need rule number 3, then.
Uh, wait. Number 3?
How'd you get so hopeless?
What's rule number 3? She'll be here any minute.
[doorbell rings]
Aah! She's here.
[muffled]
[Harold groaning]
Hi, Polly.
Hey, Harold.
[Jack] Rule number 1.
Let me get the door for you.
[Jack] Rule number 2.
You... You look great.
Thanks.
So do you.
Mwah.
[Jack] Kiss her back.
What are you waiting for? Kiss her back.
- Are these for me? - No!
Excuse me?
I mean, yes.
Yes, of course they're for you.
Who else would they be for? Heh, heh.
- [sniffing] - Mmm. They're beautiful.
Aw, man. You blew the kiss.
Quick, give her a gift.
Uh, Polly,
I- I got you something.
[clatter]
A motorcycle chain?
Thanks.
I like it.
You totally don't deserve to be out there.
So, what do you have planned for us tonight?
Uh, right.
[Polly] This is amazing.
[Jack] She's getting bored.
Come on, you'd better do something.
Play some music. Girls love music.
How about some music?
Yeah. That would be great.
¶¶ [bluegrass]
[Jack] Quick, get up and dance.
Polly loves dancing remember?
[Jack chuckling] What are you doing?
Somebody call a doctor!
[both laughing]
We're losing her.
Try something else.
[Female computer voice] Engaging ride simulation.
[gasps]
[screaming]
Whoa!
Aah!
[screaming]
[grunts]
Whoa!
[Jack] All right. Just stay calm.
Meet me in the bathroom, tag me in,
and I'll clean this mess up.
That was awesome!
What?
- [electrical buzzing] - What?
What?
I never knew you were
such a good dancer, Harold.
And so athletic, too.
[Jack] She's going in for a kiss.
Stay calm. Stay calm. I'll get you through this.
Quick, lose the glasses.
Nobody kisses with glasses on.
- But... - Shh.
Lose 'em!
Open your mouth. Tilt your head.
No, the other way!
Rule number 3, you checked your breath yet?
Mwah. Huh?
[electrical buzzing]
[screaming]
I'll be right back!
[panting]
[Jack] Tag me in, Harold.
Come on, tag me in.
No, Jack. I can do this.
No, you can't.
- Look at you. - [monster roaring]
Come on, tag me in, Harold.
[Polly] Harold?
Come on, she's waiting! Tag me in!
You're killing me, in here.
[Polly] Um, Harold?
Is everything okay in there?
[Jack panting]
[roaring]
[screaming]
Man, you suck, Harold.
Harold?
[door creaking]
Ugh!
Get him.
Yeah. Get me.
What about you, Brad?
Bring it on, you ape!
[laughing]
We don't have time right now, nerd.
But we'll see you on the track.
Yeah, the track.
Can't wait.
Looking forward to it.
What happened to you last night?
Uh, uh, I-I got called away
to this emergency science thing.
Harold,
are you okay to race?
Race? Oh, me?
Yeah, totally.
I- I'm fine.
See you out there.
[engine idling, revving]
Check it out.
The Blue Lightning rides again.
Wow. [chuckling]
That's great, Zeke.
She really purrs.
- Oh, Harold. Excellent. - [gasps]
Is the engine ready?
I, uh, ran out of time to finish.
Harold, my entire grant is at stake here.
You had ample time to finish.
Instead, you decided to skip my class
and you put us in a real pickle.
Grandpa,
you just don't understand what I'm going through.
Believe me, Harold,
I do.
I didn't want to resort to this, but...
Hey, Harry, what's shakin'?
Name's Buddy, Buddy Love.
Now listen up,
I'm gonna walk you through the play.
New school, new friends, new girl.
But trying to keep up with this new life
got you spread too thin.
Am I right?
Course I am. I'm Buddy Love.
Now, keep listening.
So you found your Grandpa's formula
and out popped Jack.
And now everything's running
like a '63 Cutlass Supreme, right?
Wrong.
It's a '69 Cutlass Supreme.
Everyone hates Jack.
You're failing school and you're losing Polly.
Right again?
Just nod. I'll understand.
Now listen, kid,
you don't need all the fancy yazmos and gidgets
to impress Polly.
You just need to...
be yourself.
- Kelp! - Aah!
[laughs] I am here for the inspection.
Ah, Dean van Wu.
Come in, come in.
Harold, I believe in you.
[Jack] I don't know how you made it this far.
I mean, look at you. You got no style. You can't dance.
Your engine's a bust. You've never kissed a girl.
You're short, you have a huge head
and you're blind.
Man, you really pulled the wool over Polly's eyes.
But you can't fake it on the track.
Now drink that potion, Harold.
Hey!
Harold, you don't need this!
It's the only way I'm gonna win this race!
But this is the cause of all your problems, Harold.
But I can't let Polly see how lame I am.
No!
[both grunting]
[slow and distorted] No!
Oops.
Don't you dare start licking that up, Harold.
[laughs] Don't be silly.
[fake laughter]
I think it's really for the best.
I'll see you out there. Good luck.
[Jack] Lick it up.
You can't ride, Harold.
Now drink it.
[slurps]
Oh, finally!
[roaring]
[engines revving]
Now it's time
for a little payback, Harold.
Get ready
for the ride of your life.
Payback?
[beeping countdown]
[screaming]
[laughs] Oh, you stupid...
Aah!
- Look who's making a run. - Get him!
What the...
[computer bleeps]
Aah!
Please, please, please, Jack!
Make it stop!
[laughs]
You're Jack?
[whimpers] Aah!
[beeping]
You're mine, dork!
[screaming]
No! Jack!
- [screaming] - [laughing]
- Whoa! - Whoa!
[laughs]
Can someone please tell me what's going on here?
[Zeke] So long, suckers!
Whoa!
Yeah, all right!
Aah!
Harold, that was awesome,
Race is over, Jack. I don't need you anymore.
D'oh!
Yeah, right.
Till the next time you need to impress Polly.
That's it! I can't take it anymore!
[punch, grunt]
All right. Let's dance.
[Harold screaming]
[grunting]
[choking]
[screaming]
Harold?
You're Jack?
How's it feel to be dating a winner, Polly?
Did I kick butt in that race, or what?
I don't care about the stupid race!
You could have been into bug collecting
and I still would've liked you.
Actually, I have quite an extensive bug collection.
As long as you were honest about it.
[sighs]
I just wanted you to be yourself.
Polly!
Lame.
Polly.
What do I do, Robin?
Look, Harold,
you got to figure this one out on your own.
I can't help you anymore.
Sorry.
[sobbing]
[beeping]
Harold, pull yourself together.
No time for sulking.
Dean van Wu's on his way.
I pulled the engine from your bike
but I need you to help me install it.
We'll talk about this later.
But I need you to come over here now
A.S. A... number, letter.
[sniffs]
O... Okay, Grandpa.
I'll be right there.
This day couldn't get
[sniffs] any worse.
Ow!
Ready for round 2, Punchy?
Not now, Jack.
I've got to go help Grandpa.
You really got your butt dumped back there.
Shut up, Jack!
This is all your fault!
Aah!
[screaming]
- [electrical buzzing] - [thud]
Say hi to the fear for me!
[laughs]
Jack! How could you do this?
[sobbing]
[Jack] All right.
With Numb Nuts out of the way,
I'll mix up a super mega dosage
and be free for good.
[laughs] I hope this works.
Open eyes!
[laughs] It worked!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
[Jack] Huh.
This is going to be a little tricky.
Whoa, whoa!
Whoa!
¶¶ [vocalizing]
- [door slides open] - Whoa, whoa!
Harold, thank God.
Dean van Wu will be here any second.
If you can finish up here,
I'll get to work on the C.R.U.D.
[explosion]
[Jack] That ought to be enough.
Harold, no!
[choking]
It's too late, old man.
[gasps]
Too late for what, tough guy?
You think that huge dosage
is going to solve all your problems, kid?
Well, it ain't permanent, trust me.
What do you know, geezer?
You've got an attitude problem, kid.
I'm just the guy to straighten you out.
You do not want to taste the dragon, old man.
[grunting]
- Fish hook. - Aah!
Wet willy.
- Noogie. - Hey!
Ohh!
Whoa.
[beeping, grinding]
You don't want to mess with that.
Child's play.
[grunting]
Black panther!
- Hey! - Wedgie.
Ow! Aah!
Back of the neck. Purple nerple.
- Ow! - Snake bite.
10,000 volts!
You're crazy, old...
Why you hittin' yourself, huh?
Why you hittin' yourself?
[screaming] Stop it!
Get away from me.
Whoa.
Get away from me, old man.
You're crazy.
[rumbling]
No!
Back away from there, Jack.
You don't want to mess with that.
Put the remote down.
Back off, old man.
I'll blast ya.
I'm warning you, Jack.
Keep back. I'll do it!
For the last time, drop it.
I said...
- [rumbling] - [screaming]
Get back!
Yah!
[roaring, laughing]
[screaming]
Oh. Phew.
[roaring, laughing]
[screaming]
[roaring]
[Harold screaming]
[all gasp]
- Hey, there's Harold. - Oh, my gosh!
[screaming, grunts]
Harold! [roaring]
And there's
Jack?
Aah!
Well, over to you, Jules.
Whoa!
[roaring] Aah!
Head for the Kelp-a-tronic.
[roaring continues]
[all scream]
Run for it!
Kelp?
Aah! Kelp!
Harold, the engine.
I'm on it, Grandpa.
Faster! It's coming up!
[panting]
Aah!
Dodgeball? Oh!
[all scream]
Hurry, Grandpa!
[all grunting]
[panting]
- No! - No!
[growling] Whoa!
Harold, aren't you and Jack the same person?
How can you both be here?
Jack trapped me inside my own brain.
[beeping]
I think the C.R.U.D. pulled me out,
along with my fear!
Whoa! Whoa!
That thing came out of your mind?
I didn't sign up for this.
I'm droppin' this class.
[whimpering]
- What big eyes you have. - [roaring]
[panting]
[system powers up]
Okay, it's up.
Harold, cut the power.
- [roaring] - [electricity buzzing]
Grandpa, no!
Grandpa!
[sobbing]
[whimpering] Mama.
Somebody help us.
The fear is feeding off the energy.
We need to get into the power core
and shut down the C.R.U.D.
[Harold on intercom] Okay.
we need the big guys in the 'bot.
Brad, Zeke, that's you.
Wu, join Tad on the T-ball shooter.
Okay, Polly, you navigate.
Jack, you pilot.
And I'll get us hooked up.
Let's do it, Harold.
He's moving on us, guys.
[panting]
We've got legs.
Going!
Engaging evasive maneuvers.
Head over to the V. R. room
and double-back around the deck.
[roaring]
Wrong way!
Don't tell me how to drive!
Wu, we need ammo.
I do not know how this crazy dispenser work.
I can't shake him on the floor.
I need some terrain.
- Aah! - [beeping]
T- balls are up!
That's it! Okay.
Now we are rocking and rolling!
Yeah.
[laughs]
It's following us!
Jack, faster!
I'm trying!
Tad, give me something to work with!
Hey Zeke, how about a handle sandwich?
- [popping, beeping] - Oh, no.
Harold, the bellows!
You are the worst shot I have ever seen!
Get off my back, Wu.
[roaring]
Somebody get me out of this...
Guys, stand-by for power.
[Jack] I'm losing my grip!
Brace for impact.
[all screaming]
She's got us. Harold, hurry!
[roaring]
[beeping]
That's it! The bellows are up.
We have full power.
Okay, listen up.
We're about 30 yards short of that core.
If we don't put our differences aside
and get it together now, we are done for.
Now, who's with me?
All right, tough guy.
Up down, up down. Pretty simple.
Think your pea brain can handle it?
Shut up.
That's it. Now pump, pump!
- [Brad grunting] - Feel the rhythm.
Now double time. Let's go.
We've got air, Jack. Go!
The door's straight ahead.
- Aah! - Jack, wait!
Wu, hit it with the T-balls.
No more Mr. Nice Wu.
You're fully loaded, Wu.
[laughs]
[roaring]
[laughs]
Go, go, go!
[Polly] We made it!
[all screaming]
Oh, man.
I'm out of rhythm, dude.
We are out of T-ball, dude.
Robin!
You can see the light bouncing
from across the campus.
What is that thing?
No time to explain.
We need a distraction
so we can get past to the power core.
All right, big boy.
Mama's about to lay a smackdown on your butt.
- [roaring] - [screaming]
Ned, no!
Robin, hit the button.
I'm on it.
Let's move!
Okay. The switch is way in the back.
We're closing in on it!
Oh, the engine!
[high-pitched scream]
[all screaming]
Harold, do something!
[electrical buzzing]
[all screaming]
No!
You can do this, Harold.
[grunting]
[Zeke] Please don't eat us!
[grunting]
[power shutting down]
- [roaring] - [screaming]
No!
It didn't work! It didn't work!
What am I going to do?
Get away from me.
[deep laughter]
No! Stop! No!
Aah! Ow!
Ow! Aah!
[screaming, coughing]
I hate dodgeball.
That's it.
I'm sick of this.
For the first time in my life,
I'm going to face my fear.
Ow!
[deep laughter]
I'm not afraid of dodgeballs.
[groaning]
Huh?
I do not care about wedgies.
Aah!
Or public humiliation!
[screaming]
So what if I'm failing school?
[belches]
- Whoa! - Whoa!
Yes, I suck at dirt biking.
[loud belch]
[screaming]
I have no rhythm and I can't dance.
[loud belch]
I'm short, I have a huge head
and I'm half-blind.
[screaming]
I don't know the three rules of dating
and I've never kissed a girl!
[belches]
[explosion]
Harold!
You did it!
You beat that thing
like a rented mule, kiddo.
And you didn't do it with any fancy gizmos
or potions.
You did it by being yourself.
So thank you, Harold,
for being you.
Nice job, Egghead.
I didn't think you had it in you.
Yeah. Egghead.
Kelp!
I have never, ever
seen such... such chaos before.
Your ideas borderline on insanity!
You clearly got
a lot more work to do, Kelp.
And that is why I'm renewing your grant.
[Wu laughs]
Besides, [laughs]
I haven't had that much fun
since... Oh!
Oh, do not hug me so tight.
Zeke, you have got some extreme rhythm, my man.
Yes, I do.
You weren't bad yourself.
A little weak on the upstroke, but...
- Shut up. - Yeah, shut... Uh.
Well, what I mean to say is, um...
Harold, your breakthrough
with condensed matter in nuclear science
is impressive, to say the least.
I was just wondering how the low energy input devices
were forced to fuse to produce the heavier nucleus
required for a reaction of that magnitude.
[crickets chirping]
We did it, Jack. Together.
What's happening?
The serum he took must be running out.
He's disappearing.
No, no!
We have to save you, Jack.
Forget it, kiddo.
You don't need me anymore.
Look at you. [laughs]
I'm proud of you.
Keep rockin', Zeke.
You know it.
Stay extreme, boys.
Yeah, extreme!
Ned, we've got to do Vegas.
We could have been great together.
Hey, Polly.
Care to dance?
Never kissed a girl, huh?
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¶ Sticks and stones may hurt ¶
¶ But nothing you've said ¶
No, you can't scare me
¶ There's no scary monster under the bed ¶
No, you can't scare me
¶ There's no boogey man behind the door ¶
¶ I'm not afraid anymore ¶
¶ Listen to me now and listen good ¶
No, you can't scare me
¶ I want this thing clearly understood ¶
No, you can't scare me
¶ Nothing now is like it was before ¶
¶ I'm not afraid anymore ¶
¶ I gave into fear ¶
¶ Far too many times ¶
¶ But now when I look in the mirror ¶
¶ I've got some peace of mind ¶
¶ That's the best, it's the best ¶
¶ It's a beautiful thing ¶
No, you can't scare me
¶ The story's told, won the gold ¶
¶ Now I'm kissing the ring ¶
No, you can't scare me
¶ Cross the stormy sea ¶
¶ To a distant shore ¶
¶ I'm not afraid anymore ¶
¶ Not afraid, not afraid ¶
¶ Not afraid anymore ¶
¶ I know I'm never gonna be afraid again ¶
You can't scare me
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You can't scare me