Inspector Gadget (2015) s04e07 Episode Script

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Not the Earl of Puddleboots-Upon-Cheeseburg! You've gone too far, Uptown Tabby! Not that I care, but you could abduct the writers of your lame show and force next season's storylines out of them.
Writers know nothing.
What we need to do is grab the Oracle of Delphi.
That ancient Greek fortune teller will tell us everything there is to know about the future.
Are you saying we can use her predictions to beat Penny? Uh, Gadget? Yes.
And with the power to see into the future, I'll find out what happens to the Earl of Puddleboots-Upon-Cheeseburg before anyone else! Bow to the King of Mega-spoilers, Uptown Tabby chat room! Oh, and don't forget to destroy the Oracle's Temple on your way out.
MADcat, start Uptown Tabby from the beginning.
And bring tissues.
Spoiler alert: I can't eat one of everything on the menu.
Now, now, Brain, you need to save room for the most important part.
Fortune cookies.
Pastry-based predictions are the most accurate.
Ah! Go, go, Gadget, cookie crumbler.
"You just ate Chinese food.
" Wowzers, they can even predict the past.
I, for one, believe in choosing my own fate.
Which is why I choose this fortune.
"Your numbers are 2-7-1-8-2-8-1.
" Huh? Weird.
Chief! I knew the Sweet and Sour Pork tasted extra moustachey today.
That's sweet, uh, Gadget.
Too bad MAD's next plan is as sour as it gets.
We believe MAD is headed to Greece to abduct the Oracle of Delphi.
If they succeed, Dr.
Claw will be able to gaze into the future.
You mission: stop MAD before they know what they should never know before we know it.
This message will self-destruct.
On it, Chief.
Luckily, we have a secret weapon: our fortune cookies.
Their papery prognostications will make defeating MAD a fate accompli.
A little nibble can't hurt, hmm.
I should have seen that coming.
Sneak into cave? Check.
Perfect hair? Check.
Abduct unsuspecting old lady What I thought you'd be old.
And I predicted you'd be better looking.
Oh! I guess we'll both have to live with disappointment.
Better looking? Is your third eye blind? I'm on the cover of Evil Teen Weekly.
And I'm sure your mommy's very proud.
Let's get this Oracle-napping over with.
I like already packed my bag.
Yeah, you, like, packed a little light for the rest of your life.
As if.
I foresaw a short abduction.
Watch the ground, not the skies.
Hmm.
I wonder what that Here's my prediction: those cookies are gonna be the end of us.
You're right, Penny, these cookies do know the end for us.
That's why I brought a huge bag of them.
Hmm.
According to my map, the Oracle's Temple is just up the mountain.
Ah, ah, ah, Penny, there's no better map than a cookie.
"The darkest path brings the most rewards.
" Hmm.
Aha! These cookies are on a roll.
Go, go, Gadget, fortune follower.
Wowzers! Brain, keep Uncle Gadget safe.
I'm gonna find the Oracle.
"Better looking", "short abduction" Well, your powers are totally prediculous.
Ha! Bet you didn't see that burn coming.
And I like bet you didn't see that column coming.
That wasn't looking into the future, that's just looking ahead.
Oh! You, like, want the future? Fine.
I predict a natural blonde shall enter your life.
Talon? I should have known.
He should've known too.
Because I like totally just told him.
Fine, Ms.
Futurepants, you want to make a prediction? Then predict how fast I'll destroy Penny.
- Hmm.
- Huh.
"You will take a leap of faith.
" Hmm? "Loyalty bridges all obstacles.
" "Make time for a trip " I think I broke my next cookie.
Oh.
"Listen to your heart, not your brain.
" These cookies aren't just predictive, they also know how distracting you can be, silly puppy.
Go, go, Gadget, stethoscope.
I hear you, Mr.
Heart and you're pounding like the hooves of a charging bull! Remind me to see a doctor about that, Brain.
Should I just like predict how this ends so we can go? No need.
I predict Talon's gonna spend some time in the hospital before he goes to jail.
No fair, I can't see Penny's future.
Because it ends here! Ha! What is your damage? Seriously.
You like probably want to know how this fight ends.
Sorry, I choose my own destiny.
What? And we're totally trapped.
Like, super job choosing your destiny, Penny.
Ha! Penny got fore-told! Said the guy who should totally answer his friendship bracelet.
It's not Talon! Where's my Oracle? I'm burning through Uptown Tabby season one.
Take a chill pill, I'm Hey! Private conversation here.
I'll have her to you Stop it! I just need to Stop copying me! Stop copying me! What's that echo? Are you in the bathroom? I've told you not to take my calls there! It's unsanitary.
I'm not in the bathroom.
Look, I don't know what you're doing in "not the bathroom", but finish up and get me my Oracle! I predict he's gonna blow.
I predict you're like tresright.
Oh, yeah? If everyone's sooo good at predictions, then predict how you're gonna get out of this! Oh, I predict no one's laughing now.
Uh, no.
Because we're trapped.
In a cave.
With a bomb! No we're not, Pen.
She's probably knows the code already.
Nuh-uh.
It's a big blank.
I don't need to know the future to disarm this bomb.
All I need is the randomly generated seven-digit code.
That's only ten million possible answers.
Easy.
"Friendship will carry you anywhere.
" Wowzers! Shh.
Don't worry, Brain, I'll read loud enough for you to hear too.
"Grab the bull by the horns.
" Hmm.
I wonder what that could mean? Ah! Hello there, Mr.
Bovine.
Wowzers! I think that bull steered us in the right direction.
Let's see what the next cookie has to say.
"A Penny saved is a Penny saved.
" "Go save your niece.
" Hmm.
That's a little vague.
Let's try another.
"Seriously, you need to save Penny.
" Well, they can't all be winners.
"She's trapped.
In the Oracle's Temple.
" "With a bomb.
" "Stop reading fortunes and go help her.
" Huh, must be a bad batch.
Brain! I can't believe I'm saying this but Uncle Gadget should listen to those cookies.
Maybe I should too.
"Two-seven-one-eight-two-eight-one"? Seven-digits! I could have done that.
I predict that's like, a no.
Huh.
I guess I learned something.
Never take advice from a cookie! Brain! Bad dog.
Go, go, Gadget, newspaper.
We're doomed! Doomed! Oh! Oh, hello, Penny and Penny's friends.
Anyone want a cookie? We don't have time, Uncle Gadget! That's good because I'm all out.
Go, go, Gadget, recycling bin.
I totally did not see that coming.
Or this one going! See you in the future, losers! Congratulations, Gadget.
The only fortune MAD's getting now is mis-fortune.
It's all thanks to those cookies.
Sorry about your temple.
No biggie.
I totally predicted I should buy Temple insurance last week and now I like foresee a big check coming my way.
Cash-money.
Any predictions for me? It's not what's in front, but, like, what's behind you that counts.
What does that mean? Talon, I predict you'll soon be feeling the indescribable pain of not knowing what happens to the Earl of Puddleboots-Upon-Cheeseburg! And so will you.
The Oracle told me your lame show's gonna be canceled.
What? No! Then I'll never find out what happens next time.
Next time! My Hypnogif virus has finally gone viral! It's on every screen in the entire world.
Humanity is mine! Who knew an endless loop of swirls, fluffy kittens, and skateboarding-fails would be so impossible to ignore? Hey, MADcat, binge watch this! Huh? Huh, I guess the Hypnogif doesn't work on pea brains.
How many times have I told you to stop comparing MADcat's brain to legumes? Now bask! Bask in my most ingenious plan yet! Bask! I'm basking.
I'm basking.
I gotta say, these hypno-proof sunglasses - are pretty cool, though.
- I know, right? And now that humanity is stuck on pause, it's time to press play on evil fun! Let's see, put the Queen's finger up her nose? Draw moustaches on all the babies in Italy? I've got it! Put a clown wig on the Statue of Liberty! What's really important here is, what fun do I get to have? You get the most fun job of all! You get to go to New York City.
To guard the Hypnogif transmitter.
All right! Uh, hey! That's not fun! Neither is smelling the lifetime supply of hair gel you use every morning but do you hear me complaining? Yes.
Yes, you do.
Uh-huh.
Well, I can't find anything wrong with you, Penny is what I'd say if you didn't look like this! Aah! How'd this happen? Pretty sure I warned you about all-night Codex cramming sessions.
I didn't stare at a screen all night.
Well, it was hard on your eyes.
And now your eyes are hard on mine! I have a futuristic technology to cure your creepy peepers.
Ta-da! The cure's behind those two cloths? It's one cloth, fisheyes.
And the cure is the cloth.
Because thanks to a ground-breaking innovation, it's also a blindfold! Okay But how can I be a useful agent if I can't see? Um, sorry, only one brilliant, outside-the-box solution per customer.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to use my memory-deleter so those weirdo eyes don't haunt my dreams.
Ta! Hey! You turned on my Oh.
Don't worry, Penny.
A good agent relies on all their senses, not just vision.
Let's start with a classic exercise: the old chicken crossing the road rescue.
Walk into traffic? But I can't see a thing.
That's the point! Special delivery for Inspector Gadget.
Thanks, Chief.
No Missionball? - We can't use them for the time being.
- Really? MAD's Hypnogif virus has infected all digital images, freezing anyone who sees it, causing permanent screen-paralysis.
Don't worry, Chief.
My vigilant gaze won't be distracted by anything.
I have the attention span of What were we talking about? Without screens, we'll have to do this the old fashioned way.
Luckily, I'm quite the artiste.
We traced the Hypnogif signal to New York, but you'll have to find the transmitter.
If you don't stop the signal, people will remain frozen and MAD will have its evil way with all of us.
This message will self-destruct.
See, Penny? Our sense of sight will be of no use.
It seems I'll have to solve this case by taste alone! New York is that way! No! Just like the old days.
Ah, the eerily empty streets of New York City.
Classic.
I guess everyone's glued to the first screen they saw this morning.
Okay, Penny, stay close while I taste for clues over there.
Brain, I know you normally stay with Uncle Gadget, but this time I need you to stick with me.
Got it? Dirt.
Grime.
Oil.
Mm.
Rat.
It's all very New York, but "transmitter" is not in this flavor profile.
Onwards taste buds! Brain, did you eat a wet bagpipe again? You sound terrible! If you say so.
Now, let's stay close to Uncle Gadget.
This job puts the bore in labor.
Talon! Are you still all by yourself guarding the transmitter tower while everyone else at MAD is having the time of their lives? It's been the best day ever! That's it, I'm finding my own fun.
Huh.
Is there such a thing as too easy? Nah! We're getting closer to the transmitter, Brain.
I can taste it.
Closer.
Closer.
Hmm, tastes like angry editorials.
And it's this Inspector's opinion that we're nearly there.
Double salt licorice and the bitter tang of terrible life choices.
It's either a rejected Halloween candy or a MAD agent.
Give that man a prize.
No prizes for me, thanks.
The sweet taste of justice is its own reward.
I can never get into this new-fangled enterfoozlement, probably due to my extremely short attention sp Do I smell transmitter? Whoa! Mm.
It tastes like a MAD transmitter technician used this van to transport transmitter parts.
Go, go, Gadget, XXL evidence bag.
Onwards, taste buds.
Brain, are you sure you're going the right way? Whoa! I can't see, and I think I landed on a bag of diapers.
Wait.
You're not Brain, you're just a little doggy.
Um.
Who's there? Uh, it's just me, old Mrs.
O'lady, on her morning stroll through the charming, garbage strewn alleys of New York City.
Oh.
Hi, Mrs.
O'lady.
I'm Penny.
And I could really use your help finding my dog and my uncle.
Of course, I'll help you find them, deary! Follow me.
Right this way.
Ah! Ow.
Oops! Ha! Sorry, deary, I meant this way.
Ah! Hmm.
Time to get a more precise reading on that transmitter.
Go, go, Gadget, tongue radar.
Hmm? Got it! The transmitter is that way.
You're right, Brain, my sense of taste is extraordinary.
Let's go.
Mm-hm.
The trail is stronger than ever.
And hot dog is it tasty! Go, go, Gadget, spicy.
Wowzers! That was a lot of stairs.
Are you sure you saw my uncle go this way? O'ladys never lie.
He's at the end of this long, narrow hallway.
Oh, thanks.
Uncle Gadget, wait up.
You should see what we just did to the Great Wall of China.
- And you can from space! - Who's there? That um, that's my son, Barry.
Who has a cold.
Hello, Barry.
Hi, Mom.
Now take a deep breath and step forward.
I may not be able to see, but I don't need to when all that stanky hair gel can lead my nose right to Talon! Yah! Not so tough without Mom and Barry to back you up, are you? Okay, so it wasn't the best plan.
Hindsight's 50-50.
And your sight's just like you: zero-zero.
I can see! I can Uh-oh First, you're getting a marker-goatee.
Then, I'm gonna give you a face tattoo.
Then I'm giving you a ride down the express elevator.
Wowzers! We're so close, I can taste it.
Oh, really? Then taste this.
Wowzers! That mustard has a real kick.
Whoa! There are so many flavors.
Time to kick this tongue up a notch.
Go, go, Gadget, taste-o-matic.
Mm.
Mm, tangy! But still not what I'm looking for.
- Huh? - Huh? Huh? Hey! I can move again! Uncle Gadget, you did it.
And I'm gonna quit it.
Later! Don't forget your marker.
Ow! Hey! Oh, man.
Well done, Gadget.
Our global screentime nightmare is over.
All in a day's work.
Wait, you don't taste like the Chief at all.
You're an imposter! I changed my cologne.
Let's pretend we didn't see that.
Stop fidgeting, gorilla-brow! I have something to show you.
Photos of all the fun you had without me? No thanks.
I thought of a way to include you in the fun.
and get rid of that hair gel smell, too.
MADcat?