Johnny Test (2005) s01e07 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)
GREEN ALIEN:
Intruder, prepare
for destruction.
PURPLE ALIEN:
Yeah? I don't think so.
You fight like a girl.
Take that and that.
GREEN ALIEN:
This is boring.
I know. I win!
Let's watch TV.
MAN ON TV:
A new threat has entered
the land of the Roboticles--
Nasteria!
He's so evil, you can't
believe how evil he is!
And Nasteria
has real robot action!
It's like he's alive!
I gotta have it!
Can Mega-Roboticle defeat
this ultimate villain?
Only you can find out
if you get your parents
to get it for you.
Go ask 'em now!
I have to get Nasteria.
If I don't get it, I will die.
Die!
Well, I'm not buying the act,
Johnny, and you're not getting
that toy.
You begged me for every one
of those snap-together robots
and playsets--
which were sold separately!
Uh, I'm fading.
Must have toy.
Tell Mom I love her. (GROAN)
And you never even built
the Mega-Roboticle
that you said
you would die without.
Yeah, and the problem is?
No more toys
until you finish building
and playing with that one.
You got it?
Well, that should keep
him busy--
Now can we go to the toy store?
Well, I said you have
to "play" with the toy
(BATTLE NOISES)
For three hours.
Ah, it's impressive,
but it's lacking
the real robot action,
isn't it?
You thinking
what I'm thinking?
Steak? Because I think
about steak a lot, or trees.
Ooh, were you thinking
about sniffing other dogs?
No. To my sisters' lab!
SUSAN:
Forget it, Johnny.
We will not give your dumb toy
"real robot action."
We have
more important things to do,
like perfecting
the fuller-lip lozenge.
While sucking on it,
your lips become fuller
and more kissable.
I'll test the lip thing
if you give Mega here
super robot action.
TWINS:
We were hoping you'd say that.
-(GASPS)
-Uh-hh
I can tell you right now,
unless you're a giant carp,
those lips
are not kissable.
Okay, so now you have
to give my Roboticle
super robot action!
-Try not to talk until
the swelling goes down.
-But--
Please, it's really gross.
We've rigged your childish toy
with over 300
points of articulation
and electro-sensors.
Which officially qualifies it
as having "super robot action."
So bye!
JOHNNY:
Yeah, not really
your best work, is it?
TWINS:
What?
We're just saying
that the robot action
isn't really "super," is it?
SUSAN:
Not super?
We could bring that stupid thing
to life, if we wanted to!
But we don't.
(CHUCKLING) Yeah, right.
Don't see it.
Don't believe it. Later.
Three, two, one
TWINS:
Stop!
You want super robot action,
we'll show you
super robot action!
Get that thing
back to the lab now!
MARY: We call it
the Static Animator.
It brings
inanimate objects--
toys, spoons,
your brain--
to life by activating
their molecular structure
and loading them
with artificial intelligence.
Observe.
Hey, beautiful,
how'd you like to come
to my beach house and I'll--
Forget it, you plastic-haired
sweater-over-the-shoulder loser.
(CRIES)
Now make it work on this.
I am Mega-Roboticle,
protector of the universe.
Awesome!
I must defend
the Roboticle Union from evil.
Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah.
But first, let's have some fun!
(CRASHES)
(CRASHES)
(ALL LAUGHING)
Remember, Dad, a deal's a deal.
Awesome! Now to turn him on
and watch
his super robot action!
(SQUEAKING)
Mega-Roboticle,
destroy Nasteria
and keep the universe free
from his terror!
Well, that was extra lame.
It stunk!
We need a real battle,
a battle worthy
of our long toy assembly time!
No, don't do it.
Do not go to the lab
and animate that toy.
Come on. We had fun
with Mega-Roboticle all day.
If we animate Nasteria,
we'll just have more fun.
(SCREAMING)
This is more fun.
Lethal and destructive,
but fun.
(LAUGHS)
Yeah!
-Johnny, did you--?
-(LOUD CRUNCH)
Did you use the Static-Animator
without our permission?
No.
I will destroy you,
Mega-Roboticle,
then destroy this world.
Okay, maybe a little,
but don't freak.
JOHNNY: Mega-Roboticle
can totally stop Nasteria
and return peace to Porkbelly.
Is it me
or does that thing on his back
look discouraging?
Well, now the SWAT teams
will stop him.
I meant, the Air Force
will stop him.
(BELCHES)
Yeah, but now those
super-secret agent guys
will show up with a cool weapon
and totally defeat Nasteria.
Okay, we're doomed.
Okay, now I got nothing.
Look, Mega-Roboticle
is still trying to defeat
Nasteria.
Well, he's got guts
but not enough power
to beat Nasteria by himself.
We need to build the most
awesome Turbo Toy Force
in the history of the universe
to help him!
Let's go!
-Your chew toy?
-What?
It's got spikes
and a menacing bell inside.
(BELL JINGLES)
-(CRIES)
-Crybaby!
Not exactly the Super Turbo
Toy Force I was looking for.
TWINS:
We'll make some adjustments.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
MEGA-ROBOTICLE:
Nasteria!
I'm here to stop
your reign of terror
once and for all.
(LAUGHS)
You and what army?
Oh, that army.
Those are some tough toys.
Super-hold mega-hair-spray
power-pump, go!
Get him, Chew Toy!
The Super Toy Force saved us!
(CHEERING)
I have to say,
they make an amazing
superhero turbo toy team.
And now that peace is restored,
we must go off into the universe
to keep it safe
and protect it from evil.
I can't help it!
You're the ultimate chew toy!
(LAUGHS)
Turbo Toy Force, away!
So, what should we do with this?
CASHIER:
And why are you returning it?
-It's too dangerous.
-Do you have a receipt?
Of course I don't.
Then you can exchange it
for something of equal value.
So, what do you want?
(ROARS)
You never learn, do you?
ALL: No, he doesn't.
TEACHER: Well, good.
I see you're all following
your instruction sheet
perfectly
TEACHER:
except Mr. Test.
From now on,
I am to be called FAZLORM
from deep space!
Well, "Lazworm,"
no paper airplanes in my class.
You could poke
someone's eye out.
That's impossible, look.
BOY:
Ow, my eye!
That was a freak accident.
Watch.
BOY:
Ow, my other eye!
Well, since you're so interested
in deep-space flight,
you now owe me
a ten-page report on the moon.
And it better be good
or you'll be spending
the next month in detention.
Well, perhaps this bag
of Super Hot Ranch-Flavored
Nacho Blasters
might change your mind.
You can't resist.
You're right, I can't.
But I still want your report
by tomorrow!
How can I write a report
about a place I've never been?
Well, you could research
the Internet,
watch a documentary
or open a book!
Or, I could ask
my super-science sisters
to build me a spaceship,
fly to the moon and then write
a report so amazing
that Mr. Teacher-man's head
will fall off or something.
There's always that option, yes.
Well, it took one week
of intensive labor
but we finally finished
our very first spaceship.
-What should we call it?
-AGENTS: Ours!
We're commandeering
your spaceship in the name
of the government.
TWINS:
Forget it.
Come on, please? Please?
(BOTH SIGH)
What happened this time?
AGENT: It all started
when we happened upon
a crash site.
We must deliver
this alien spaceship
to headquarters at once.
Agreed. But let's grab
some lunch first, I'm starving.
Agreed.
(BEEPING)
AGENT 2:
But when we returned,
the craft
had mysteriously disappeared.
We already told the General
about the ship
and if we don't deliver it
today, we'll be fired,
and forced to give back
these cool suits.
(BOTH SIGH)
What if we gave you
our newly designed Cloning Ray
that could create duplicates
of loverboy
-so each of you could have one?
-Deal. It's yours.
Excellent.
We must deliver this spaceship
to headquarters at once.
But first,
let's grab another lunch,
I'm still hungry.
Susan, Mary,
I need you to build me a--
totally cool spaceship!
Awesome.
Uh, Johnny, don't you think
you should at least
ask your sisters
if it's okay to take it?
I'll take that as a no.
Whoa! Did you see that?
On the moon,
I'm like a superhero.
The reason you can jump so high
is because our bodies
are lighter on the moon
due to its low
gravitational pull.
Hey! Put that in your report.
Nah. Let's see
if the moon has tacos.
-Moon seems to be void of tacos.
-Mm-hmm.
This report is gonna rock!
Hmm
The moon is very bouncy
and very ugly and has
has empty bags of Super Hot
Ranch-Flavored Nacho Blasters?
(SNIFFS)
You may want to add
"licked clean" to that report.
"Licked clean."
Report done.
Let's get back to
DUKEY:
Our spaceship, it's gone!
Somebody stole our spaceship!
Hey, who would take
somebody's spaceship
without asking-- besides me?
(BOTH SCREAM)
Aliens!
No, we're the captains
of the first Canadian
Moon Launch, eh.
(BOTH SCREAM)
Canadians!
Our ship was stolen, too,
so I'm afraid we're all stuck
on the moon together.
I am TRALZFOM and this
is my talking dog, Dukey.
We come from Sector 12!
Cool. We suspect the ships
have been taken
by a strange race of aliens
who live on the dark side
of the moon, eh?
Aliens? What do they look like?
Oh, we have no idea,
it's really dark over there.
-How many are there?
-Again, it's very dark,
it's hard to count
when you can't see, eh?
You found our Super Hot
Ranch-Flavored Nacho Blasters!
The aliens ate them all.
They ate our Nacho Blasters, eh!
Gee, what kind of sick, twisted
race of aliens are they?
I think it's time to find out.
Great! Tell us how it goes.
We're afraid of the dark, eh.
MARY:
So, what do you think?
AGENT 2:
Ahem. We were hoping
you could make one
a little,
I don't know, bigger?
It's not our fault
Johnny stole the first one.
You said you wanted
a spaceship, and here it is.
Build us a big spaceship
or no Cloning Gil Ray.
And remember,
if we get fired because
we can't deliver a spaceship,
then we'll have nothing to do
but hang around with you guys.
(BOTH YELP)
One big spaceship coming up.
DUKEY: Boy, they don't call it
the dark side of the moon
for nothing!
JOHNNY:
Look! Our spaceship.
And the Canadian spaceship.
STRANGE VOICE:
Which will be blasting off
very soon.
JOHNNY:
Uh, how did you know that?
-I didn't say that.
-STRANGE VOICE:
I did.
(JOHNNY, DUKEY SCREAM)
DUKEY:
And we're outta here.
Too bad I'm done with my report.
The buttheads would have made
an excellent chapter.
DUKEY:
We're chained
to the dark side of the moon!
JOHNNY:
Well, let's see how the Moonzies
like living on the bright side.
TALL CANADIAN ASTRONAUT:
Hold me, eh?
You used up all the fuel!
(SPUTTERS, CRASHES)
Yah-hh!
Ooh-- I see why they
like to live in the dark.
What's that?
Plans for our search
and destroy mission.
We are going to search
the Earth
For every single bag of
Super Hot Ranch-Flavored
Nacho Blasters.
Then destroy the Earth.
And now that you know
You must be destroyed.
Uh, we didn't
know the secret plan
until you told us.
We can't read Moonzie, you know.
Sorry. But that's what you get
for entering the dark side.
Get them!
Is it me or are those guys
like totally not scary?
Release the Cosmic Nasty Blast.
-(SPURTING)
-Ugh! Cosmic Nasty Blast.
What'd you guys eat?
Super Hot Ranch-
Flavored Nacho Blasters.
ALIEN: Why do you think
we want more of them?
Here! I can't smell these
buttheads anymore.
Let's get 'em.
But there are so many of them.
Remember, Dukey,
on the moon, we're superheroes.
(GROANING, GRUNTING)
We'd like
to kick some butt, eh.
Oh, too late, bummer.
You defeated us,
but can you defeat the
Mega Moonzies!
Whoa,
didn't see that coming, eh.
Get them!
Johnny, this isn't the time
to work on your report.
No, but I just remembered
something I learned
in science today.
Get the flame-headed boy!
DUKEY:
We did it. We won.
Oh, but I just threw away
the best darn report
I ever wrote.
Sadly, that's true.
Let's take the Canadian ship.
Flaming-headed Earth boy.
We will have our revenge--
maybe.
Ooh, a bag of Super Hot Ranch
Flavored Nacho Blasters.
Darn it. Licked clean.
Great. Mr. Black and Mr. White
are going to be here any minute
and we don't have
a spaceship for them.
Which means, no Cloning Ray
and no matching Gils.
Hey, here we are, Vancouver, eh!
You stole our spaceship,
ruined our lab
Great job, girls.
We love it.
We've got your Cloning Ray
so you can make as many Gils
as you want.
(BOTH SIGH)
We were hoping they'd be
a little, I don't know, bigger.
I know we said we'd help you
with your report for saving us,
but how long does
it have to be, eh?
Until I get an A. Keep writing.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)