Johnny Test (2005) s01e03 Episode Script

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
Johnny got a head
Of fiery hair ♪
And a turbo-charged backpack ♪
His genius sisters
Use him like a lab rat ♪
A neat-freak dad at home ♪
A super-busy mom ♪
The boy's best friend
Is a talking dog ♪
-Talking dog ♪
-That's right ♪
Three extreme teens
And an air-breathing shark ♪
Mega-action game controller
Skating in the park ♪
A Phero-Booster, Bling-Bling ♪
What do we make of this? ♪
Johnny Test ♪
Johnny Test ♪
This is the life of a boy
Named Johnny Test ♪
Johnny Test ♪
Johnny Test ♪
This is the life of a boy ♪
Named Johnny Test ♪
(FIREWORKS WHISTLE,
RAPID EXPLOSIONS)
More meatloaf casserole, kids?
-No, thanks.
-I'm stuffed.
But Dukey would love some.
(SCREAMS, GULPS)
You are so going
to pay for that.
Girls, we have
an exciting announcement.
After careful consideration,
your sisters' begging,
and convincing your father
We decided to let you host
your first teen dance party
with boys.
-Yes!
-Yeah!
TWINS:
Oh-hh, Gil.
We've got to get the lab ready
for the party.
But the lights stay on
all night.
We need a party theme.
You wanna go cyberpunk,
ghetto fab,
or Japanese bubblegum pop?
What we need
is the Phero-Booster.
But it's still
in the proto stage.
SUSAN: It works on the mice.
(SQUEAKING)
It's totally ready
for our party.
The booster
makes mice supercool,
but it's still not clear
how it'll react on humans.
Or little brothers. Johnny!
(ECHOES)
-Uh-huh-huh ♪
-Go man, go man ♪
Now if you want a girl
to dance with ya,
you'll need a great pickup line.
-What's that?
-It's when you say
something sweet to them,
Like, "If you were a booger,
I'd pick you first."
-Awesome.
-Works every time.
We're gonna be
two totally wild party monsters.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
About the party, Johnny
There's just no way
we can squeeze you and Dukey
onto the guest list.
What?! You gotta let us come.
We've got the butt dance down.
And we love to par-tay!
-Oh, yeah ♪
-Butt dance ♪
Well, we might be able
to somehow squeeze you in
if you do us one small,
tiny scientific favor.
Uh-huh ♪
We'll do it, whatever ♪
It's a supercool Phero-Booster.
It boosts your pheromone levels
so you instantly become
irresistibly attractive
to everyone you meet.
He's not drinking that.
You mean, you guys
don't want to come
to the coolest party ever?
You want to miss out
on cheese puffs and dancing?
Or the prettiest
and most popular girl
at your school,
Janet Nelson, Jr.?
You had me at cheese puffs.
(GULPING)
Yeah, cool. Feels good.
Okay, what side effects
should I look for--
hair loss, teeth loss,
butt loss?
You're just jealous
because Johnny's adorable.
You really are adorable, Johnny.
Now, don't forget
to hand out these
personalized I.M. Wi-Fi
digital party invites
at school tomorrow.
SUSAN:
Especially this one to
(SIGHS) Gil.
(CLASS BELL RINGS)
Huh. Hey, check out Johnny!
GIRL: Johnny! Whoa!
He should have
his own reality show.
(GIRLS GIGGLING, BOYS LAUGHING)
(SHOUTING, CHEERING)
John-ny.
Lookin' good, bro-han.
You been working out
or bathing?
Just called chillin'.
Hey, come to my sisters'
bash tonight.
It'll be even cooler
and more fun than me.
Done. See you tonight,
extra-cool Johnny.
(BOTH SIGH)
(BOTH SQUEAL)
(ALL GASP)
Hey, Janet.
You're coming
to my sisters' party tonight.
Forget it, geek.
There's no way--
I I would love
to come to a party
at your house, Johnny.
Great. I'll see you at 7:00.
You can faint now.
Oh. Okay. Ah-hh!
(THUMPS)
COMPUTER:
Party invites arriving.
"Wouldn't miss it, yo."
"Wildebeest: Sounds good."
"Gil-San: I'll be there."
Gil! He'll be in our lab
in one hour.
Time for us to take
the Phero-Booster and
become even cooler
and more attractive
than Johnny.
(BUBBLING)
(SCREAMS)
Perhaps the booster needs
a little more testing.
Great, Gil's about to be
in the palm of our party,
and we just lost
our secret weapon,
and--
oh, and then there's Johnny.
(WHIMPERS) Oh, Johnny.
(SQUEALS, GROANS)
(BOTH GASP)
Well, his hair
and teeth fell out,
but the good news is
his butt seems fine.
-Look at me!
-Do we have to?
If anybody sees me like this,
I'll be ruined. Forever.
They'll call me "gross boy"
or "stinky boy"
or "gross stinky boy"!
Uh, you forgot bald.
How about "bald, stinky
gross boy"?
I can't be seen here
looking like this.
Do something!
(CLICKS)
(JOHNNY SCREAMS)
What? That's something.
(JOHNNY SCREAMING)
Why did I give him
the atomic shock spring
sneakers?
Fine. Then I guess
I'll introduce Dad
to "gross stinky bald boy." Huh!
-Wait.
-(faint spurt)
I can fix him-- temporarily.
I got an awesome makeup
set from Aunt Bernice
for my birthday.
Right. Then after the party,
when I finally get to dance
with Gil and he becomes
my boyfriend,
we'll work on
a long-term antidote.
Your boyfriend? Excuse me?
Why did I invent
that trap do-oo-or ?
You're gonna need
some hair, too.
(LAUGHTER, CHATTERING)
Let's get this party started.
But if the lights go off
for one nanosecond,
the party's over!
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
Hurry! Kids are arriving.
Done. You look awesome.
Really? Dukey?
Uh
(GULPS) You look great, Johnny.
The ladies will love you.
(MUNCHES)
(LAB DOORBELL CHIMES)
(CROWD MURMURING)
Don't let him near anyone,
and there's more where
this came from.
(GULPS)
Doggy keep boy in corner.
(VOICES WHOOPING)
(PINGS)
Hey, welcome to our--
CROWD: Yeah! Whoo-hoo!
TWINS:
Par-tay!
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
(GRUNTS)
And now I think it's time
to get freaky!
Trust me, you're already there.
But I haven't
taught you my supercool
dance moves
which will probably take
all night in this corner.
(DANCE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Hey!
Break it down! (GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
Hey-- (SCREAMS)
Huh? Who left that open?
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
You know, I had no idea
how cool you guys were.
This is a par-tay.
TWINS:
Hi, Gil.
What do you say we make
our way to the dance floor?
TWINS:
Okay, Gil.
(SNORTS)
Janet Nelson, Jr.
If you were a big finger,
I'd pick my boogers with you.
Speechless, huh?
Now check my moves.
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
Here we are, ladies. So--
Sorry to interrupt,
but I gotta go.
Because your brother
is a walking ball
of ear wax.
(GRUNTS, FARTS)
Aw! Oh, man.
(STAMMERS) I-I just remembered,
I have to go home and, uh, barf.
(KIDS SCREAM)
Us too!
But the party just started.
And Johnny just ended it.
And I'll make sure
everyone in school
starts calling him
"bald stinky gross boy"
and knows to never come
to your gross parties
ever again. Ever.
TWINS:
Right, um
Lights-off dance!
(KIDS SHOUTING,
OBJECTS CLATTERING)
Wow, the lights-off dance
sounds like it's going well.
(SCREAMS) I'm still gross!
Hey! You said you wanted
to be a party monster, and--
-(JOHNNY BELCHES)
-You are.
And now the party's ruined!
There's only one thing
we can do to make
this party great
before Dad sees
that the lights are off.
(VOICE SCREAMING WITHIN)
I knew it!
I said no lights off.
Girls! Girls!
You said there is an antidote!
It's an emergency
pheromone transfer.
It will increase
Johnny's appeal, but deplete
and drain the donors'.
So where do you find the donors?
TWINS:
They have to be related.
Open this door!
I know the lights are off,
and I specifically said,
lights stay on?
Hey, Dad.
We're really having
a great time.
Thanks so much
for letting us have a party.
We love ya.
Oh, well, okay.
You look great, Johnny.
You really do.
I'll say. Earlier I thought
you were gross,
but now you look fab.
I'm fickle. Let's dance.
(ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
Great party, Johnny. You rock.
(CROWD WHOOPING)
(SCREAMING)
Yeah, great party!
You know, if you guys
were boogers,
I would--
Wait. You are boogers.
Can't you take a joke?
(SCREAMS)
Extreme target
is in our extreme sights.
Do it!
Hey, I surrender!
Take the money.
TEENS:
Thanks for the truck, dude!
Later!
TEENS:
Extreme!
-(MUZAK PLAYS)
-(BELL RINGING)
He's a kid with a rare
hair disorder, not a dog.
Hey! Where's the Red Gush?
We wanna feel the crush
of the Gush!
All the deliveries
have been truckjacked
by some evil extreme dudes.
There's no Red Gush anywhere.
-(SCREAMS) No Red Gush!
-(SCREAMS)
And don't tell me
you're out of Extreme
Cheesy Cheese Crunchies.
Shipment just arrived.
BOTH: Yeah!
TEENS:
Extreme!
(TIRES SCREECH)
Now we're out
of Extreme Crunchies.
(BOTH SCREAM)
No Extreme Crunchies!
TEENS:
Extreme!
(SIREN BLARES, TEENS SNICKER)
(TEENS WHOOP)
TEENS:
Extreme!
(SIREN WAILS, CRASH)
This team of young punks
has pulled off such
extreme robberies,
and they're so
extremely hard to catch,
we're calling them
The Extreme-Teen Team?
No, but that's good.
let's go with that.
And you want us to help you
bring these extreme dorks
to justice.
Actually, we were
hoping we could borrow
some of your cool vehicles.
We've run out of stuff
to chase them with.
And if you do,
these front-row tickets
to tonight's Scream-O concert
are yours.
TWINS: The Scream-Os?
Our favorite new hottest
rock band in the world?!
MR. WHITE: Yeah, that's them.
To the shiny power scooters.
(BOTH GRUNT)
Okay, to the supercool,
tiny spy car thing.
(GRUNTS) It's too tight.
It's no use.
We need someone as extreme
as these extreme teens
to catch them extremely,
but who?
Somebody stole
all the Red Gush
and Cheese Crunchies!
If there was a way we could
stop those extreme dorks
who jacked our snacks, I'd--
BOTH: What?
(TIRES SCREECH)
Sweet ride.
Now to stop those extreme teens
and get back our favorite
junky snack food.
Hey, what does this button do?
-(BEEPS)
-(DUKEY SCREAMS, GRUNTS)
And that answers my question.
-(TIRES SCREECH)
-(CAR WHIRRS)
Johnny, the Extreme-Teen
has just sugarjacked
all the sugar in Porkbelly.
TEENS:
Extreme!
TEENS:
Sweet!
-(ALL LAUGHING)
-Extreme!
In the name of junk
and sugary foods,
we will stop them!
(HORN BLARES)
I have the Extreme-Teen
in my sight.
Press the claw-catcher button.
It has 800 tons
of grappling power.
That should stop the truck
and the Extreme-Teen Team.
Gotcha. But first I'll press
the cool chase music button.
(COOL CHASE MUSIC PLAYS)
Oh, that's catchy.
(WHIRRS)
Johnny, the Extreme-Teen
are on a collision course
with a bus full
of happy senior citizens.
Don't worry. If the light's red,
the Extreme-Teen
knows to stop. Right?
TEENS:
We don't know
the meaning of stop!
We've gotta stop that bus.
What about saving the soda
and the Cheese Crunchies
and the sugar?
(TEENS WHOOPING)
Fine. We'll save the old people.
-(ENGINE REVS)
-(TIRES SCREECH)
Uh, and the plan here is?
TEENS:
Extreme!
The extreme boy
with the extreme flaming head
saved us.
Extreme!
(SIRENS WAILING)
We've caught the thrill-seeking
Extreme-Teen Team,
but they're
younger than we thought
and one's really hairy.
You two just bought
yourself a trip to
San Porkbelly Maximum Security
Detention Center.
OFFICER:
Where you'll be punished
to the fullest extent
of the law for minors.
What?
We're not the Extreme-Teen Team.
He's right. They're with us.
National Security, you know.
And so, uh, carry on
and get some coffee.
We have to stop
the Extreme-Teen
before their extreme robberies
put more people in danger.
And we don't wanna miss
the Scream-O concert.
TEENS:
Extreme!
The Scream-Os' tour bus
has disappeared.
They're gone!
(BOTH SCREAM)
Ha. What does this button do?
(WHIRRS)
What would these
extreme jerks be doing
with Red Gush, cheesy puffs,
eight tons of sugar,
and the Scream-Os?
Perhaps they plan on making
some kind of weird,
extreme soup?
Or having a super-cool party!
Check the police scanners
for any noise complaints
in Porkbelly.
Ah. What does this button do?
(WHIRRS)
Oh.
It's a "make me pretty" button.
Ooh! Let me try one.
(THUMPS)
This place has got everything!
Five people complained
about a noisy basement
at this location.
Dukey, I think we're about
to crash an extreme
private party.
But remember,
if you guys catch them,
we get full credit.
Extreme ♪
(LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
TEENS:
Rock 'n roll!
-Yeah!
-Whoo!
-Yeah!
-Yeah!
(LOUD MUSIC CONTINUES )
Okay. Can we go now?
We've got a big concert tonight.
-No.
-Nobody stops
our extreme party except
ALL:
The most extreme!
Extreme-Teen Team,
your reign of snack
and cool rock band
jacking is over!
Um I think we should,
like scram!
-Get 'em!
-(SCOOTERS REVVING)
(CAR TIRES SCREECH)
We'll need some refreshments.
Cheesy snacks
are important, too.
Hit the '70s
cool chase-music button!
('70s MUSIC PLAYS)
JOHNNY: Whoo-hoo!
Yeah!
Yah-hoo!
Here we go!
(TEENS SCREAM, LAUGH)
Yeah!
Whoo!
Oh, boy! Hah-ha! Whoo!
(ALL LAUGH, WHOOP)
JOHNNY: Yeah!
Chasing the Extreme-Teen
is fun!
But we can't catch them!
They're too extreme!
(TIRES SCREECH)
Well, if we can't
extremely catch them,
maybe we can
extremely trap them.
-Okay, how do we
get it up there?
-Not we. You.
(DUKEY SCREAMS)
If these guys want extreme,
then we'll give them extreme.
TEENS:
Extreme!
Whoa! It's so extreme!
How do we get in?!
All you need
is the secret passwords.
TEENS:
What are they?
"We're the Extreme-Teen Team,
and we're the ones
who stole all the snack foods
and the Scream-Os."
-(WHOOPING)
-Radical!
TEENS:
We're the Extreme-Teen Team,
and we did all the things
the flaming-headed kid
just said!
Extreme!
Thanks to your help,
the Extreme Teens
are no longer jacking
everything in Porkbelly and
we took all the credit.
But there's still
no sign of the Red Gush
and Cheesy Crunchy trucks
or the Scream-Os.
Oh, that's a shame.
We promise if we see anything,
we'll let you know right away.
And for saving our butts,
here's one more song
for Susan, Mary, Johnny,
and the freaky kid
with the hair disease.
Two, three, four!
(LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(WHOOPING)
(LOUD BELCHING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)