Inspector Gadget (2015) s04e10 Episode Script
Trees Company - MADtrack
1 [wails.]
Inspector Gadget Inspector Gadget Inspector Gadget Inspector Gadget Go, go, Gadget, go Go, go, Gadget, go Go, go, Gadget, go Go, go, get 'em, Gadget Inspector Gadget Inspector Gadget Go, go, Gadget, go Go, go, get 'em, Gadget Inspector Gadget [man.]
You were known as the MAD Weed Wacko because you were covered in an itchy poison ivy rash which made you hate plants more than any kid has ever hated vegetables.
Well, your rash is cured and you've done a lot of personal growth.
Tell me, what do you see here? I, um, I see a nice plant that I don't despise and that I definitely don't want to chop up into tiny little pieces of pulpy mulch? Wonderful.
You love plants now.
I love them with all my heart.
Especially, this special little plant.
I've been giving it water, light, love, lullabies and totally not-evil genetic-powers.
Perfect.
Then I can say you're no longer the MAD Weed Wacko.
You're now The MAD Weed Sane-o! And you're free to go.
[laughs.]
[laughs.]
Oh, yes, laughing is healthy.
I'm totally not late, your clock is fast! Ew! [purrs.]
I really hope Uncle Claw doesn't know you do that in his chair - when he's not around.
- [MADcat purrs.]
Speaking of which, where is the main MAD man? I'm only late because finding parking in New York City is totally impossible.
Oh, wait, a spot! [car honks, tires screech.]
You dare steal a spot from Dr.
Claw? - That's it.
New evil plan.
- [honks.]
I'm turning Central Park into Central Parking Lot.
Get me the Weed Wacko.
He hates trees and he's getting out of prison today.
Once Central Park's paved, I'll find a place to park.
Then take over the world! [laughs manically.]
- Oh, oh, oh, a spot! - [tires screech.]
- [Claw.]
No one cuts off Claw! - [honks.]
- Why do I get all the whack jobs? - [MADcat sniggers.]
[yelps, grunts.]
[hums.]
[sighs.]
Meditation is so peaceful.
- Mm-hm.
- [honks.]
- [Brain grunts.]
- Wowzers.
You two need more rest.
You fell asleep sitting up.
We weren't sleeping, Uncle Gadget, we were meditating.
Trying to see our inner-selves.
I always found the best way to see that is with a go, go, Gadget, hand-guided endoscope.
[camera flashing.]
[pants.]
There! Now we can all see Brain's inner-self.
- It's surprisingly bony.
- [Chief.]
Psst, Gadget.
Hey Chief, are you looking to see your inner-self too? I already know what's in there.
Pizza, mainly.
And it turns out, the MAD Weed Wacko has been doing some inner-reflection too.
After a lot of rehabilitation, the plant-hating MAD Weed Wacko has been declared sane and not a threat to plants or society.
Your mission is to pick him up and get his MAD secrets.
This message will self-destruct.
They're letting the MAD Weed Wacko out? - He's gotta be faking his new self.
- [Gadget.]
Have faith in people, Penny.
I've got a feeling that Mr.
Wacko wants to blossom into a flower of goodness - and plant the seeds of a new beginning.
- [bomb ticks.]
[screams.]
[groans.]
I love you planty, yes I do! [smooches.]
Hey, Weed Wacko.
Guess I'm your welcome wagon.
Dr.
Claw wants you to destroy all the plants in Central Park.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
I'm reformed and I love plants now.
See? - [smooches.]
- Huh? OK, you keep doing that.
I'm gonna find a corner to shudder in.
Still calling fake.
For one, how do we know he really likes plants now? Yes! I love planty smooches.
[smooches.]
I want to make a garden.
A beautiful garden.
- Huh? - [Inspector Gadget.]
A garden? I'm so proud of you, Mr.
Wacko.
A garden's a wonderful way to contribute to society.
In fact, I'm going to summon all of HQ to help you plant your garden of rehabilitation.
Yes, and then the planters will become the plants.
[chuckles.]
Bad news, Uncle Claw, Weed Wacko's rehabilitated.
He loves plants now.
Like, really loves them.
[shudders.]
Then de-rehabilitate him or get him back to being plain old habilitated.
- [car honks.]
- Oh, a parking spot! - [tire screeches.]
- [Dr.
Claw groans.]
Welcome everyone.
I've called you all here to help Mr.
Wacko with his Garden of Rehabilitation.
Is this like The Grow Garden Grow Game but for reals? 'Cause I'm totes a grandmaster gardener on that - [Kayla screams.]
- [all scream.]
Wowzers.
You sure have a green thumb, Mr.
Wacko.
Soon all your thumbs will be green.
- [screams.]
- [Mr.
Wacko laughs.]
- [screams.]
- [laughs.]
[grunts, gasps, scream.]
- [Mr.
Wacko laughs.]
- [sniffs.]
I detect notes of shoe leather, licorice, moldy fungus, straitjackets [sniffs.]
and industrial cleanser.
Well, Mr.
Wacko, we have a lot more planting to do.
Yes, the whole world is waiting.
[laughs.]
[Inspector Gadget laughs.]
[sighs.]
Laughing is fun.
- [grunts.]
Whoa, whoa.
- [Penny groans.]
No need to fight.
We've got bigger weeds to pull.
Fine.
Keep talking.
We need to cure that wacko of his love for plants, right? So, all we have to do is fill him with hate again.
And who's the best at filling people with hate? Me! So, you in? Hmm, OK Talon, but once the Weed Wacko hates plants again, the next thing that'll be planted is your butt in a cell.
Mm-hm.
Wowzers! These trees look so incredibly peaceful.
You're really something, Mr.
Wacko.
[chuckles.]
Thank you, but I want an even bigger garden and to turn even more people into Gardeners! I read you loud and clear.
I'll get more people into your bushy little hands.
How you ever could've been evil, I'll never know.
Go, go, Gadget, gardening team.
Welcome to Mr.
Wacko's Garden of Rehabilitation, volunteers.
According to my gardening book, the first thing we need to do is pant more trees.
Pant more trees? Must be a typo.
Go, go, Gadget, proofreader.
[clicks.]
[all scream.]
Who needs a book when the garden's growing by the minute? - [Chief squeals.]
- Great job, me.
[screams.]
Brown and green are so not my colors, I'm totes a Winter.
OK, hairspray, what's your plan? It's genius in its simplicity, but listen close, 'cause there are a lot of moving parts.
We beat the MAD Weed Wacko with sticks! That's it? Worst plan ever! Oh, is science a better plan? What were you gonna suggest, throwing a baking soda volcano at him? I'll throw you into a volcano.
Minus the baking soda.
That's Science and Math.
Boom.
Oh, good one, but your bark is worse than your bite.
Which will be double true when you have actual bark.
Tut-tut, you shouldn't be arguing in the Garden of Rehabilitation.
You should turn over a new leaf, like Mr.
Wacko up there right above you.
- [laughs.]
- [screams.]
Oh, they'll turn over new leaves all right.
Lots of leaves! I think your garden needs a little more dogwood.
- [Talon laughs.]
- Huh? [yelps, screams.]
Man, I should have saved my bark pun for this.
Ha! [grunts.]
Um, Pen? Behind you.
[exclaims.]
Get back here, kids! Go, go, Gadget, teen takers! Wowzers! [groans.]
Penny and friend, it's time to help with the planting.
Uncle Gadget, he's transforming people into plants.
Yes, he really is transforming people's preconceived notions of plants.
No.
He's gardening people.
We're all gardening people, Penny.
Now, let's bury you two in work.
- [Talon grunts.]
- [Penny sighs.]
Two more volunteers for you, Mr.
Wacko.
[laughs.]
[groans.]
I told you we should have beat him with sticks [Weed Wacko laughs.]
- Hey! - [screams.]
It's over.
The world is doomed to be my garden.
Now, I'll finally kiss all the plants that I love so much.
[laughs.]
[smooches, laughs.]
Ah, there's nothing like the laugh of a reformed MAD man.
Uncle Gadget! Not now, tree that looks like Penny, I'm telling Mr.
Wacko how very proud I am of his commitment to reform.
In fact, I got him a garden warming gift.
Go, go, Gadget, plant present.
Is that [screams.]
Poison ivy! [groans.]
Not again! I hate poison ivy! [groans.]
[screams.]
I hate plants! [whimpers.]
- [grunts.]
- [Weed Wacko screams.]
Congratulations, Gadget.
You uprooted MAD's evil weeds once again.
Thanks, Chief, but it was all Mr.
Wacko.
Aww, the little guy's all tuckered out.
And so am I.
Who wants lunch? I'm thinking salad? [Talon.]
A little help here? Anyone? I hate this! [Dr.
Claw.]
Talon's a tree? Huh.
[chuckles.]
Today actually worked out pretty well.
- Oh! A parking spot! - [tires screech, crashes.]
[grunts.]
Next time, Gadget! Next time! [Inspector Gadget.]
The Laser Express! It's so generous of Sir Owen to loan it to HQ while he's off hunting the world's most dangerous game, man atees! I can't wait to hop aboard, I have such fond memories of last time.
[grumbles.]
Don't worry, Brain, this ride will go way smoother, 'cause a certain someone stayed up all night planning for every possible scenario.
Booya! [Chief Quimby.]
All aboard! - Toot-toot! - Conductor Quimby! Are you here to play us the 1812 Overture? - [hums part of "1812 Overture".]
- [cannon fires.]
I'm not that kind of conductor, Gadget.
But I did orchestrate your next mission.
As you may have heard, Agent Carl from Accounting apprehended MAD's getaway driver, Jacques Crankcase, and his crew for the most heinous of all crimes, not wearing their seat belts! Your mission: transport these buckleheads to prison on the Laser Express.
But be warned, Dr.
Claw will stop at nothing to break them out.
And if he succeeds, the streets will never be safe again.
This message will self-destruct.
Don't worry, Chief.
When MAD hears Inspector Gadget's on the case, the only accidents will be in their pants.
How about some music to play us out? - [bomb ticks.]
- [hums.]
[groans.]
[Dr.
Claw.]
He wasn't wearing a seat belt? That isn't evil, it's That's irresponsible! So Crankcase got caught.
Big deal! It's not like you used him much.
But I was going to, as my driver to the Litter Box Social.
MADcat's getting her ninth lifetime achievement award.
[purrs.]
Whatevs, just take the subway.
You know my feelings on turnstiles, Talon.
They've touched so many behinds.
[shudders.]
Besides, it's an award show.
I want to roll up in style, not take an underground locomotive like some kind of subterranean hobo.
- Here's my ride! - [Talon.]
Whoa! Look, forget Jacques, put me in the driver's seat.
- I never get to drive anything cool.
- Because you're a terrible driver.
[scoffs.]
And you are so not cool.
Now, go break Crankcase out before it's time for us to leave.
Or you won't be around long enough to get a lifetime achievement award of your own.
So, this is the nefarious Jacques Crankcase.
I thought you'd be more evil.
And French.
And a man.
I think that's Jacques Crankcase over there, Uncle Gadget.
Excellent deduction, Penny.
He's much more evil, manly and French.
Oh, merci, Inspector, but le flattery will get you nowhere.
Then it's a good thing this train will get us somewhere.
Specifically, to jail.
- Off we go.
- [train whirrs.]
Everything's going according to Plan Q.
Next step, making sure everyone's accounted for.
I'll do the ac-counting! One, two, three, four, five, six - [tires screech.]
- [gasps.]
Someone's not in their seat.
Um, Uncle Gadget? You're standing.
[groans.]
Because justice never sits.
Someone's escaped.
And I'll stop at nothing to find them.
- [sighs.]
- Don't worry, Brain, this is all part of Plan UG for Uncle Gadget.
You watch him while I watch the prisoners.
[yelps.]
Next step, smile and say, "Nothing can possibly go wrong!" [sighs.]
I love it when a plan comes together.
[scoffs.]
Terrible driver.
Not cool.
I should hijack that train and plow it right through the lair to show him what a great driver I am.
[screams.]
Whoa.
-Ha! Time to get this mission on - [squawks.]
- [screams.]
track.
[whimpers.]
Let's review the facts.
Penny, Brain and Crankcase are all accounted for - so the missing passenger must be - [groans.]
[gasps.]
one of the French henchmen.
And he's probably trying to le free his le friends as we le speak.
Go, go, Gadget, le French finder.
[squeals.]
[sighs.]
Aha! There you are, Mr.
MAD Frenchman! - [squeals.]
- What do you have to say for yourself? [barks.]
I can't make heads or tails of that thick accent, so I'll just have to assume you're surrendering to me.
Very well, go, go Gadget, gracious acceptance of surrender.
[squeals.]
The surrender was just a clever ploy to escape? [whimpers.]
Get back here, you.
Go, go, Gadget, rendezvous! - [siren wailing.]
- Whoa! The train it 'as slowed down un petit peu.
C'est étrange, non? Oh, c'est vrai! Not if you've already pre-planned to take on 50 kgs of deadweight, two kgs of shmarm and eight kgs of hair gel.
[screams.]
Which adds up to 60 kgs of chump.
Hey, Pen.
Ready for your day to go off the rails? Ha, get it? - It's a hover train, Brainiac.
- Ze mademoiselle is correct.
Yeah, well, I was speaking figuratively.
Like, when I say I'm about to gum up the works! [chuckles.]
[Penny grunts.]
Oh, Talon.
So predictable.
Hey! [groans.]
My evil dry cleaner's gonna be so mad at me.
And that's how you execute Plan Phi Gumma Talon.
Oh, yeah! [chuckles.]
[whimpers.]
- [Inspector Gadget.]
Wowzers! - [clanging.]
There's nowhere left to run, you you nogoodnik! Pardon my French.
Go, go, Gadget, French fryer.
- [zaps.]
- [Inspector Gadget.]
Sabotage? Are there no depths you won't sink to, Mr.
Frenchman? Whoa! - [squeals.]
- What's wrong, Pen? - Rail fail? [laughs.]
- It's a hover train! Um, zen why iz it so bumpy? Navigation, autopilot and anti-crash systems offline? That takes me all the way to Plan Triple-Omega-Z, Manual Control.
Cool! All I need is a driver and a navigator.
Brain, I need you in the front control car, ASA - [zaps.]
- [Gadget.]
Climbing on the roof? That's a no-no in any language, Mr.
Frenchman.
I'm taking you back to your seat at the front of the train.
Brain? Brain? Come on! It's OK, I've planned for everything.
[alarm beeps.]
Except a crash course with Mount Rushmore.
Seriously, how do you even think to plan for that? Don't mind me, Pen.
I'm just keeping track of your failure.
[laughs.]
[screams.]
It's a hover train! Oui, un hover train je suis could drive.
If it would please Madame.
[scoffs.]
If Penny's letting anyone drive this thing, it's gonna be me.
[scoffs.]
We have a little something called "history.
" Perhaps, but I am clearly ze better driver.
- It's what I do, ma chou.
- What'd you call me, French Class? [groans.]
Releasing a MAD Agent was so not part of any plan I had, but This is for you, Mr.
President.
Ah, merci for letting me finally Laser Express myself, Penny.
You can thank me when we get out of this with our cabooses intact.
[switches, beeps.]
You have the right to hold on for your life! [screams.]
[yelps.]
[tires screech.]
[Inspector Gadget.]
Wowzers! [grunts.]
Ow! [screams, groans.]
[muffled laughter.]
[Dr.
Claw.]
Talon, where's my chauf-fur? That's a pun.
Because we're going to a pet-based event.
And we want Jacques! No, you want the coolest ride ever.
And I'm about to bring it to you.
We're safe! All we need to do is find a safe place to stop.
I'm thinking the super max prison? Ah, quel dommage.
Ze fun iz done.
- [Frenchman.]
Or is it? - [Penny grunts.]
Sticks to be you, Pen! [laughs.]
Step aside, French Toast, I'm driving now.
Next stop, Uncle Claw's Lair.
- It's the terminal.
- What? No.
- This isn't part of the plan.
- Don't beat yourself up, Pen.
- I have people who'll do that for you.
- [thuds.]
- [Brain squeals.]
- [screams.]
What's everyone doing up? Go, go, Gadget, seat sticker-backer-inner.
[grunts.]
Much better.
Now, back to the head count.
- One, two, three - Uncle Gadget, there's no time.
We're heading for [gasps.]
Metro City? - [Penny.]
Talon! - Huh.
Maybe I am a terrible driver.
[cars honk.]
Wowzers! I lost my place again! This will never do.
Go, go, Gadget, count everybody at once.
Ow! Oh! Oh! [screams.]
[all exclaim.]
[train crashes.]
[speaks in French.]
Tonight we will feast upon ze fromage of freedom.
- Oui! Oui! - [groans.]
Looks like we've reached your final destination, Talon.
Jail.
Sorry, Pen, but this isn't my stop.
So, I guess the moral of the story is you can plan for anything.
- Except Uncle Gadget? - [barks.]
Congratulations, Gadget.
You railroaded MAD's plans.
[chuckles.]
I finally figured out what kind of conductor you are, Chief.
- An electrical conductor! - [zaps.]
[screams, groans.]
[pants.]
[Dr.
Claws.]
Oh, what's the problem, Talon? You wanted to be my ride.
Now you are.
- MADcat, give him some motivation.
- [sniggers.]
[pants.]
Is that my hair gel? [screams.]
Gimme! You'd better get us there on time, Talon! On time!
Inspector Gadget Inspector Gadget Inspector Gadget Inspector Gadget Go, go, Gadget, go Go, go, Gadget, go Go, go, Gadget, go Go, go, get 'em, Gadget Inspector Gadget Inspector Gadget Go, go, Gadget, go Go, go, get 'em, Gadget Inspector Gadget [man.]
You were known as the MAD Weed Wacko because you were covered in an itchy poison ivy rash which made you hate plants more than any kid has ever hated vegetables.
Well, your rash is cured and you've done a lot of personal growth.
Tell me, what do you see here? I, um, I see a nice plant that I don't despise and that I definitely don't want to chop up into tiny little pieces of pulpy mulch? Wonderful.
You love plants now.
I love them with all my heart.
Especially, this special little plant.
I've been giving it water, light, love, lullabies and totally not-evil genetic-powers.
Perfect.
Then I can say you're no longer the MAD Weed Wacko.
You're now The MAD Weed Sane-o! And you're free to go.
[laughs.]
[laughs.]
Oh, yes, laughing is healthy.
I'm totally not late, your clock is fast! Ew! [purrs.]
I really hope Uncle Claw doesn't know you do that in his chair - when he's not around.
- [MADcat purrs.]
Speaking of which, where is the main MAD man? I'm only late because finding parking in New York City is totally impossible.
Oh, wait, a spot! [car honks, tires screech.]
You dare steal a spot from Dr.
Claw? - That's it.
New evil plan.
- [honks.]
I'm turning Central Park into Central Parking Lot.
Get me the Weed Wacko.
He hates trees and he's getting out of prison today.
Once Central Park's paved, I'll find a place to park.
Then take over the world! [laughs manically.]
- Oh, oh, oh, a spot! - [tires screech.]
- [Claw.]
No one cuts off Claw! - [honks.]
- Why do I get all the whack jobs? - [MADcat sniggers.]
[yelps, grunts.]
[hums.]
[sighs.]
Meditation is so peaceful.
- Mm-hm.
- [honks.]
- [Brain grunts.]
- Wowzers.
You two need more rest.
You fell asleep sitting up.
We weren't sleeping, Uncle Gadget, we were meditating.
Trying to see our inner-selves.
I always found the best way to see that is with a go, go, Gadget, hand-guided endoscope.
[camera flashing.]
[pants.]
There! Now we can all see Brain's inner-self.
- It's surprisingly bony.
- [Chief.]
Psst, Gadget.
Hey Chief, are you looking to see your inner-self too? I already know what's in there.
Pizza, mainly.
And it turns out, the MAD Weed Wacko has been doing some inner-reflection too.
After a lot of rehabilitation, the plant-hating MAD Weed Wacko has been declared sane and not a threat to plants or society.
Your mission is to pick him up and get his MAD secrets.
This message will self-destruct.
They're letting the MAD Weed Wacko out? - He's gotta be faking his new self.
- [Gadget.]
Have faith in people, Penny.
I've got a feeling that Mr.
Wacko wants to blossom into a flower of goodness - and plant the seeds of a new beginning.
- [bomb ticks.]
[screams.]
[groans.]
I love you planty, yes I do! [smooches.]
Hey, Weed Wacko.
Guess I'm your welcome wagon.
Dr.
Claw wants you to destroy all the plants in Central Park.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
I'm reformed and I love plants now.
See? - [smooches.]
- Huh? OK, you keep doing that.
I'm gonna find a corner to shudder in.
Still calling fake.
For one, how do we know he really likes plants now? Yes! I love planty smooches.
[smooches.]
I want to make a garden.
A beautiful garden.
- Huh? - [Inspector Gadget.]
A garden? I'm so proud of you, Mr.
Wacko.
A garden's a wonderful way to contribute to society.
In fact, I'm going to summon all of HQ to help you plant your garden of rehabilitation.
Yes, and then the planters will become the plants.
[chuckles.]
Bad news, Uncle Claw, Weed Wacko's rehabilitated.
He loves plants now.
Like, really loves them.
[shudders.]
Then de-rehabilitate him or get him back to being plain old habilitated.
- [car honks.]
- Oh, a parking spot! - [tire screeches.]
- [Dr.
Claw groans.]
Welcome everyone.
I've called you all here to help Mr.
Wacko with his Garden of Rehabilitation.
Is this like The Grow Garden Grow Game but for reals? 'Cause I'm totes a grandmaster gardener on that - [Kayla screams.]
- [all scream.]
Wowzers.
You sure have a green thumb, Mr.
Wacko.
Soon all your thumbs will be green.
- [screams.]
- [Mr.
Wacko laughs.]
- [screams.]
- [laughs.]
[grunts, gasps, scream.]
- [Mr.
Wacko laughs.]
- [sniffs.]
I detect notes of shoe leather, licorice, moldy fungus, straitjackets [sniffs.]
and industrial cleanser.
Well, Mr.
Wacko, we have a lot more planting to do.
Yes, the whole world is waiting.
[laughs.]
[Inspector Gadget laughs.]
[sighs.]
Laughing is fun.
- [grunts.]
Whoa, whoa.
- [Penny groans.]
No need to fight.
We've got bigger weeds to pull.
Fine.
Keep talking.
We need to cure that wacko of his love for plants, right? So, all we have to do is fill him with hate again.
And who's the best at filling people with hate? Me! So, you in? Hmm, OK Talon, but once the Weed Wacko hates plants again, the next thing that'll be planted is your butt in a cell.
Mm-hm.
Wowzers! These trees look so incredibly peaceful.
You're really something, Mr.
Wacko.
[chuckles.]
Thank you, but I want an even bigger garden and to turn even more people into Gardeners! I read you loud and clear.
I'll get more people into your bushy little hands.
How you ever could've been evil, I'll never know.
Go, go, Gadget, gardening team.
Welcome to Mr.
Wacko's Garden of Rehabilitation, volunteers.
According to my gardening book, the first thing we need to do is pant more trees.
Pant more trees? Must be a typo.
Go, go, Gadget, proofreader.
[clicks.]
[all scream.]
Who needs a book when the garden's growing by the minute? - [Chief squeals.]
- Great job, me.
[screams.]
Brown and green are so not my colors, I'm totes a Winter.
OK, hairspray, what's your plan? It's genius in its simplicity, but listen close, 'cause there are a lot of moving parts.
We beat the MAD Weed Wacko with sticks! That's it? Worst plan ever! Oh, is science a better plan? What were you gonna suggest, throwing a baking soda volcano at him? I'll throw you into a volcano.
Minus the baking soda.
That's Science and Math.
Boom.
Oh, good one, but your bark is worse than your bite.
Which will be double true when you have actual bark.
Tut-tut, you shouldn't be arguing in the Garden of Rehabilitation.
You should turn over a new leaf, like Mr.
Wacko up there right above you.
- [laughs.]
- [screams.]
Oh, they'll turn over new leaves all right.
Lots of leaves! I think your garden needs a little more dogwood.
- [Talon laughs.]
- Huh? [yelps, screams.]
Man, I should have saved my bark pun for this.
Ha! [grunts.]
Um, Pen? Behind you.
[exclaims.]
Get back here, kids! Go, go, Gadget, teen takers! Wowzers! [groans.]
Penny and friend, it's time to help with the planting.
Uncle Gadget, he's transforming people into plants.
Yes, he really is transforming people's preconceived notions of plants.
No.
He's gardening people.
We're all gardening people, Penny.
Now, let's bury you two in work.
- [Talon grunts.]
- [Penny sighs.]
Two more volunteers for you, Mr.
Wacko.
[laughs.]
[groans.]
I told you we should have beat him with sticks [Weed Wacko laughs.]
- Hey! - [screams.]
It's over.
The world is doomed to be my garden.
Now, I'll finally kiss all the plants that I love so much.
[laughs.]
[smooches, laughs.]
Ah, there's nothing like the laugh of a reformed MAD man.
Uncle Gadget! Not now, tree that looks like Penny, I'm telling Mr.
Wacko how very proud I am of his commitment to reform.
In fact, I got him a garden warming gift.
Go, go, Gadget, plant present.
Is that [screams.]
Poison ivy! [groans.]
Not again! I hate poison ivy! [groans.]
[screams.]
I hate plants! [whimpers.]
- [grunts.]
- [Weed Wacko screams.]
Congratulations, Gadget.
You uprooted MAD's evil weeds once again.
Thanks, Chief, but it was all Mr.
Wacko.
Aww, the little guy's all tuckered out.
And so am I.
Who wants lunch? I'm thinking salad? [Talon.]
A little help here? Anyone? I hate this! [Dr.
Claw.]
Talon's a tree? Huh.
[chuckles.]
Today actually worked out pretty well.
- Oh! A parking spot! - [tires screech, crashes.]
[grunts.]
Next time, Gadget! Next time! [Inspector Gadget.]
The Laser Express! It's so generous of Sir Owen to loan it to HQ while he's off hunting the world's most dangerous game, man atees! I can't wait to hop aboard, I have such fond memories of last time.
[grumbles.]
Don't worry, Brain, this ride will go way smoother, 'cause a certain someone stayed up all night planning for every possible scenario.
Booya! [Chief Quimby.]
All aboard! - Toot-toot! - Conductor Quimby! Are you here to play us the 1812 Overture? - [hums part of "1812 Overture".]
- [cannon fires.]
I'm not that kind of conductor, Gadget.
But I did orchestrate your next mission.
As you may have heard, Agent Carl from Accounting apprehended MAD's getaway driver, Jacques Crankcase, and his crew for the most heinous of all crimes, not wearing their seat belts! Your mission: transport these buckleheads to prison on the Laser Express.
But be warned, Dr.
Claw will stop at nothing to break them out.
And if he succeeds, the streets will never be safe again.
This message will self-destruct.
Don't worry, Chief.
When MAD hears Inspector Gadget's on the case, the only accidents will be in their pants.
How about some music to play us out? - [bomb ticks.]
- [hums.]
[groans.]
[Dr.
Claw.]
He wasn't wearing a seat belt? That isn't evil, it's That's irresponsible! So Crankcase got caught.
Big deal! It's not like you used him much.
But I was going to, as my driver to the Litter Box Social.
MADcat's getting her ninth lifetime achievement award.
[purrs.]
Whatevs, just take the subway.
You know my feelings on turnstiles, Talon.
They've touched so many behinds.
[shudders.]
Besides, it's an award show.
I want to roll up in style, not take an underground locomotive like some kind of subterranean hobo.
- Here's my ride! - [Talon.]
Whoa! Look, forget Jacques, put me in the driver's seat.
- I never get to drive anything cool.
- Because you're a terrible driver.
[scoffs.]
And you are so not cool.
Now, go break Crankcase out before it's time for us to leave.
Or you won't be around long enough to get a lifetime achievement award of your own.
So, this is the nefarious Jacques Crankcase.
I thought you'd be more evil.
And French.
And a man.
I think that's Jacques Crankcase over there, Uncle Gadget.
Excellent deduction, Penny.
He's much more evil, manly and French.
Oh, merci, Inspector, but le flattery will get you nowhere.
Then it's a good thing this train will get us somewhere.
Specifically, to jail.
- Off we go.
- [train whirrs.]
Everything's going according to Plan Q.
Next step, making sure everyone's accounted for.
I'll do the ac-counting! One, two, three, four, five, six - [tires screech.]
- [gasps.]
Someone's not in their seat.
Um, Uncle Gadget? You're standing.
[groans.]
Because justice never sits.
Someone's escaped.
And I'll stop at nothing to find them.
- [sighs.]
- Don't worry, Brain, this is all part of Plan UG for Uncle Gadget.
You watch him while I watch the prisoners.
[yelps.]
Next step, smile and say, "Nothing can possibly go wrong!" [sighs.]
I love it when a plan comes together.
[scoffs.]
Terrible driver.
Not cool.
I should hijack that train and plow it right through the lair to show him what a great driver I am.
[screams.]
Whoa.
-Ha! Time to get this mission on - [squawks.]
- [screams.]
track.
[whimpers.]
Let's review the facts.
Penny, Brain and Crankcase are all accounted for - so the missing passenger must be - [groans.]
[gasps.]
one of the French henchmen.
And he's probably trying to le free his le friends as we le speak.
Go, go, Gadget, le French finder.
[squeals.]
[sighs.]
Aha! There you are, Mr.
MAD Frenchman! - [squeals.]
- What do you have to say for yourself? [barks.]
I can't make heads or tails of that thick accent, so I'll just have to assume you're surrendering to me.
Very well, go, go Gadget, gracious acceptance of surrender.
[squeals.]
The surrender was just a clever ploy to escape? [whimpers.]
Get back here, you.
Go, go, Gadget, rendezvous! - [siren wailing.]
- Whoa! The train it 'as slowed down un petit peu.
C'est étrange, non? Oh, c'est vrai! Not if you've already pre-planned to take on 50 kgs of deadweight, two kgs of shmarm and eight kgs of hair gel.
[screams.]
Which adds up to 60 kgs of chump.
Hey, Pen.
Ready for your day to go off the rails? Ha, get it? - It's a hover train, Brainiac.
- Ze mademoiselle is correct.
Yeah, well, I was speaking figuratively.
Like, when I say I'm about to gum up the works! [chuckles.]
[Penny grunts.]
Oh, Talon.
So predictable.
Hey! [groans.]
My evil dry cleaner's gonna be so mad at me.
And that's how you execute Plan Phi Gumma Talon.
Oh, yeah! [chuckles.]
[whimpers.]
- [Inspector Gadget.]
Wowzers! - [clanging.]
There's nowhere left to run, you you nogoodnik! Pardon my French.
Go, go, Gadget, French fryer.
- [zaps.]
- [Inspector Gadget.]
Sabotage? Are there no depths you won't sink to, Mr.
Frenchman? Whoa! - [squeals.]
- What's wrong, Pen? - Rail fail? [laughs.]
- It's a hover train! Um, zen why iz it so bumpy? Navigation, autopilot and anti-crash systems offline? That takes me all the way to Plan Triple-Omega-Z, Manual Control.
Cool! All I need is a driver and a navigator.
Brain, I need you in the front control car, ASA - [zaps.]
- [Gadget.]
Climbing on the roof? That's a no-no in any language, Mr.
Frenchman.
I'm taking you back to your seat at the front of the train.
Brain? Brain? Come on! It's OK, I've planned for everything.
[alarm beeps.]
Except a crash course with Mount Rushmore.
Seriously, how do you even think to plan for that? Don't mind me, Pen.
I'm just keeping track of your failure.
[laughs.]
[screams.]
It's a hover train! Oui, un hover train je suis could drive.
If it would please Madame.
[scoffs.]
If Penny's letting anyone drive this thing, it's gonna be me.
[scoffs.]
We have a little something called "history.
" Perhaps, but I am clearly ze better driver.
- It's what I do, ma chou.
- What'd you call me, French Class? [groans.]
Releasing a MAD Agent was so not part of any plan I had, but This is for you, Mr.
President.
Ah, merci for letting me finally Laser Express myself, Penny.
You can thank me when we get out of this with our cabooses intact.
[switches, beeps.]
You have the right to hold on for your life! [screams.]
[yelps.]
[tires screech.]
[Inspector Gadget.]
Wowzers! [grunts.]
Ow! [screams, groans.]
[muffled laughter.]
[Dr.
Claw.]
Talon, where's my chauf-fur? That's a pun.
Because we're going to a pet-based event.
And we want Jacques! No, you want the coolest ride ever.
And I'm about to bring it to you.
We're safe! All we need to do is find a safe place to stop.
I'm thinking the super max prison? Ah, quel dommage.
Ze fun iz done.
- [Frenchman.]
Or is it? - [Penny grunts.]
Sticks to be you, Pen! [laughs.]
Step aside, French Toast, I'm driving now.
Next stop, Uncle Claw's Lair.
- It's the terminal.
- What? No.
- This isn't part of the plan.
- Don't beat yourself up, Pen.
- I have people who'll do that for you.
- [thuds.]
- [Brain squeals.]
- [screams.]
What's everyone doing up? Go, go, Gadget, seat sticker-backer-inner.
[grunts.]
Much better.
Now, back to the head count.
- One, two, three - Uncle Gadget, there's no time.
We're heading for [gasps.]
Metro City? - [Penny.]
Talon! - Huh.
Maybe I am a terrible driver.
[cars honk.]
Wowzers! I lost my place again! This will never do.
Go, go, Gadget, count everybody at once.
Ow! Oh! Oh! [screams.]
[all exclaim.]
[train crashes.]
[speaks in French.]
Tonight we will feast upon ze fromage of freedom.
- Oui! Oui! - [groans.]
Looks like we've reached your final destination, Talon.
Jail.
Sorry, Pen, but this isn't my stop.
So, I guess the moral of the story is you can plan for anything.
- Except Uncle Gadget? - [barks.]
Congratulations, Gadget.
You railroaded MAD's plans.
[chuckles.]
I finally figured out what kind of conductor you are, Chief.
- An electrical conductor! - [zaps.]
[screams, groans.]
[pants.]
[Dr.
Claws.]
Oh, what's the problem, Talon? You wanted to be my ride.
Now you are.
- MADcat, give him some motivation.
- [sniggers.]
[pants.]
Is that my hair gel? [screams.]
Gimme! You'd better get us there on time, Talon! On time!