Inspector Gadget (2015) s04e12 Episode Script

1 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 This is Wendy Windley reporting from SPACEA.
Space rocks rock! Old salty for life! That's right, Old Salty's on its way.
The massive comet will be making a close fly-by with Earth later today.
As it streaks across the sky, remember to wish upon this shooting star.
You want me to wish? Very well.
I wish the comet was headed right for Earth, extinguishing everyone and everything I dislike.
Metro City, Gadget, sardines, people who pronounce vitamins "viti-mins.
" Yeah.
Aren't you forgetting something? Uh, don't worry, you're on that list too.
No, you're forgetting something even more important.
Wishing upon a shooting star is complete baloney.
You're baloney! Wishes are real! Now go to SPACEA, steal a rocket, fly to Old Salty and steer it right into Metro City for me.
Yeah, that's a great plan.
Except how do you expect me to steer a comet? With a steering wheel? Exactly! The Comet Wheel is the latest technology for driving comets, meteors, and asteroids.
Sure, fine, steering a comet will be pretty wicked awesome.
But, quick question, how will I get off the comet before it crashes? I I totally have that part figured out.
But it's, um, a surprise! When Old Salty does its fly-by, I'll be like hi-guy! Way up-high.
Relax, Brain, science can predict Old Salty's exact orbit.
And the odds of it hitting us are lower than Talon's IQ.
Probability burn.
Brain, did I just hear someone say, and I'm paraphrasing, "Fiery rocks are coming from space to incinerate you into doggy dust?" Well, not to worry, because I'll protect you.
With my go, go Gadget, meteor-proof umbrella.
Wowzers! We were worried about falling stars when we should've been worried about falling Brains.
Chief! I always knew looking at your face was like peering deep into the wonders of the universe.
Thank you, Gadget.
But there will be no one left to wonder about anything if MAD has their way.
Oh.
HQ believes MAD plans to steer Old Salty towards Earth.
If they succeed, humanity will join the dinosaurs, woolly mammoths and dial-up modems in the Halls of Extinction.
Your mission, stop the meteorite from becoming a meteor-wrong.
This message will self-destruct.
You can count on me, Chief.
But if I'm going to stop this comet, I'll need my special space boots, my comet repellent, oh, and doggy bags.
Comets, may be space garbage, Brain, but that doesn't mean you use them as a bathroom.
It's okay, Brain.
You help Uncle Gadget find his gear.
I'll get a head start and stake out SPACEA.
No time to waste.
The ice comet cometh.
Now, hold this until we cometh back, Chief.
Go, go Gadget, take me to the place that has all those things I said I needed.
Wowzers! We'd better find that gear fast.
Who knows how long we have before Old Salty hits? Come on, Brain, help me look.
Is it under this? No.
Under here? Negatory.
Here? Nope! Hmm, it seems like I'll have to take the finding of our gear up a notch.
Go, go Gadget, take things up a notch.
With these new solo rockets, we've finally made space travel as lonely as space itself.
What I wouldn't give to ride one.
Rockets! - But I'm here to stand guard against MAD.
- Oh, don't worry.
The only person with access to them is me.
And my new best friend, the janitor.
Mr.
Handsomeface McPerfecthair.
Hate to break it to you, but your janitor is a MAD agent.
Mr.
Handsomeface McPerfecthair, is this true? No, I'm totally a janitor.
Just watch me take out the garbage.
Why did you lie to me Mr.
Handsomeface McPerfecthair? After all we shared! Why? Dr.
Mathperson, are any of these spacesuits in my size? Who cares? Mr.
Handsomeface was my everything.
Okay This one looks fine.
Bye.
Woo-hoo! Wowzers! An explosive rumbling? That can mean only one thing.
Old Salty's hit.
Brain, you're finally awake.
The bad news is Old Salty destroyed the earth.
The good news is we're the last two living beings on the planet.
Ah, ah, ah, Brain.
No digging.
That's all that stands between us and the remains of the outside world.
Go, go Gadget, dog kennel! Oh, don't be such a worrywart, Brain.
I have a plan.
We're going to repopulate the earth.
- Together! - Huh? By using all the junk in this room to make a time machine to go back in time and stop the comet.
It shouldn't be too hard.
Trapped in a room with my dog While trying to build a time machine La te dah doo dah day Uncle Claw.
Wishes do come true.
This rocket is fly! Stop wasting wishes, Talon.
There's only one wish that's going to be granted and that's total global destruction.
Oh, and if you don't make it back from Old Salty, there's something I've always wanted to tell you.
Oh? You're the worst.
Claw out! Houston.
We have a nerd! Hey, you'll always be a space-cadet, Talon, even after I bring you down to earth, the fast way.
Oh, yeah? Comet get me! Ha! Huh? Hunk of space junk, get ready to meet another hunk of hunktastic hunkarificness.
Now, this is power steering.
Oh, Penny, don't try to be a hero.
Oh, boy.
Nice work, Talon.
Now we're stranded.
On a comet.
Just the two of us.
Maybe forever! But I guess it's better than the world being blown to smithereens.
Gravity's a harsh mistress, Pen.
- See you around! - Yes, you will! I am not spending the rest of my life stuck on a comet with you.
Why did you do that? You just doomed the Earth.
And us! Nah-uh, I'll just jump off the comet right before it hits the ground and Oh, wait.
Brain, Old Salty's headed for the Earth.
Goodbye, old friend.
I can't believe we're not going to see the finale of Uptown Tabby together.
In the words of the Earl of Puddle-boots-Upon-Cheeseburg Meow! We can't save Penny from a comet by watching old videos of Penny on a comet, Brain.
We need to finish our time machine.
Go, go, Gadget, finishing touches.
Huh? Now, be a good Brain and maybe after we save the world, we'll go back in time to visit the time when dogs were actually important.
Go, go, Gadget, time machine starter.
Wowzers! I'm too young to be destroyed.
For once, I agree with you.
This really is the end of the world.
Hold me.
The machine must be working.
Look how many time zones we're crossing.
Wowzers! Congratulations, Gadget.
You saved There's no time for kudos, Chief.
I've come from the future to stop the comet.
Go, go, Gadget, old salty stopper.
Uh Whoa.
Oh, I'm glad to see you too, Brain.
I thought I was gonna be stuck with a jerk in a tiny confined space for the rest of my life.
Glad that didn't happen.
We did it, Brain.
And a good inspector always keeps his promises.
To the past, where dogs were important.
Go, go, Gadget, time travel.
Ouch! You failed again, Talon.
Wishes are baloney.
Wait.
MADcat, are you eating sardines and viti-mins? I mean vitamins! I feel like I don't even know who you are.
Who are you? Who are you?! Time to clip those wings.
And that's how you hit two birds with one laser, I guess? Booya! Wowzers, Brain, who knew the Mariana Trench would look so much like Metro City? The ocean really is full of wonders.
See that, Brain? I just went ten rounds with MAD's most dangerous agent and came out without a scratch.
It's official, nothing can harm me.
I'm invincible.
High five! Ow! Penny, this x-ray shows your shoulder has grown a broken leg.
- That can't be right.
- Exactly, because I'm invincible.
Ow! Actually, it seems you're quite "vincible.
" Maybe even "extra-vincible.
" The doctor and that x-ray are overreacting.
I'm fine.
See? Ow! Let the doctors do their job, Penny.
They're very good here.
They're always sending flowers to thank me - for all the people I send over.
- Oh? Speaking of which, looks like it's time to take your medicine.
- And it's a bitter pill to swallow.
- Chief Quimby? Yeesh, you look like my arm feels.
And by that, I mean great! Ow! Gadget, you've got a mission.
We have reason to believe MAD is conducting maniacal medical experiments in this very hospital Who knows what Dr.
Claw's diseased brain has come up with Your mission: remedy MAD's medical malfeasance before it goes viral.
This message will self-destruct.
MAD? Here? Awesome! What? Now I can kick butt without leaving the hospital.
Nah-uh.
Sorry, Penny.
You're staying here while I write Dr.
Claw a prescription.
For justice! Oops.
Almost forgot your medicine ball, Chief.
Here you go! Nurse! Ooh, ooh! My leg is as good as new.
Thank you, Dr.
Gorgeousman.
How about you thank me by using that thing to march on out of here.
Seriously.
Beat it.
Uncle Claw, I am so sick of playing doctor.
If these bandages are supposed to control people, when do I get the joystick to control them? My bandages don't need joysticks.
The semi-intelligent bio-circuitry inside hijacks the patient's limb.
and makes the appendage do only what's best for MAD.
Isn't that right, MADcat's tail? What's best for MAD? What about what's best for me? All right, who's the next sicko? Penny? No way! This is one examination she's totally gonna fail.
Huh? Only MAD would take a biological experiment and make it bio-illogical.
And by that logic, their experiment could be anywhere in the hospital.
Even inside that guy! Huh? Go, go, Gadget, examination kit.
Someone is running a fever.
And running away.
Oh, sorry.
It's like my leg's got a mind of its own.
Help! It seems the MAD medical experiment is none other than a limb controller.
- And Brain's legs are infected.
- Huh? Don't worry, sir, I'll quarantine that canine.
Go, go, Gadget, hermetic dog seal.
Come back here, Brain, I'll be gentle.
I promise.
This is the worst.
I should be out putting the hurt on MAD.
Hello.
Penny, is it? Like the worthless coin? Seems like you've got a lame arm and a really lame first name.
Don't worry, I'll fix you up real good.
The arm, I mean.
I can't do anything about the name.
Hey! Ow! That feels amazing? Thanks.
My pleasure.
Enjoy it while you can.
No.
I mean, I'm being paged.
Emergency nose hair extraction.
Gotta go.
Uncle Gadget was right, the doctors here do great work.
Huh? Mustn't.
Unleash.
Uncommon cold.
Wowzers, I would've expected a MAD-controlled Brain to be better at hiding.
Go, go, Gadget, dog kennel.
Sorry, for interrupting you, my good man.
As you were.
Oh, no! Huh? Brain? Brain? Huh.
Weird.
Come on.
Can't you just send down some henchmen to finish the job? No, you nincompoop! Keep bandaging till your limbs break.
Otherwise, I'll only have a MAD battalion.
And that has none of the delightful wordplay of "arm" -y.
None! But I've already bandaged HQ's top agent.
What more do you need? - You finally got Gadget? - What? No.
I'm talking about his niece.
Penny.
Gadget doesn't have a niece, you nitwit.
But if he did, I bet she'd do her job.
Now, get back to yours.
I'm starting to lose my patience.
Just now? I figured a doctor with your brains would've lost all their patients in med school.
Bam! Someone call a real doctor 'cause that burn was sick.
Also, did I hear something about "HQ's top agent?" 'Cause I think you need to see a doctor to get your ears checked, Pen.
But don't worry, it won't hurt a bit It'll hurt a lot.
I know MAD's controlling your legs, Brain, - but you have to fight it.
- Huh? Whoa! Oh, no! They're controlling your arms now, too.
And your mouth.
Is there no end to MAD's evil? What? Huh? - But this is my good hand.
- Not anymore.
Ha! Ow! I'm gonna grab whatever it is you're using as a controller, and ram it somewhere the surgeon will find hilarious.
I think my hand just wedgied me.
Yep.
You're only making this harder on yourself, Brain.
Whoa! Whoa! Hey, now MAD's making you violent, too.
Curse you, Dr.
Claw! Wowzers.
You people need to get back.
I've got a MAD dog here.
Go, go, Gadget, people mover.
How could Brain pummel all these poor defenseless people? He's more dangerous than I thought.
Think you can escape? Go, go, Gadget, hot pursuit.
Wowzers! This is almost more than I can handle.
Yeah, it's "arm" -ageddon.
Ha! You know, I was about to finish my mission, but who needs to build a MAD army when I can watch the bandage destroy Penny instead? Mm.
Yeah.
So much better than doing Uncle Claw's dirty work.
I don't know what he's gloating about.
He'd have the whole mission sewn up if he just did his job and Wait.
You think Talon's smug, lazy, and totally bad for MAD too? So, how about we call an armistice? What's the hold up, Limb-burger? Use some elbow grease.
The only grease here is the stain you're gonna leave on the floor.
I'm armed and dangerous again.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop! You may have the upper-hand, Pen, but you're about to be "defeeted!" I think you already grasp where this is Stop, Brain! MAD may control your limbs but I know justice still controls your heart and mind.
Go, go, Gadget, dog catcher.
I'm free! To put Talon in a world of pain.
Sorry, Pen, but I'm strictly hands off.
See you! Congratulations, Gadget.
You gave MAD a taste of their own medicine.
Sorry, Chief, but it's not over yet.
I still have to cure Brain.
Go, go, Gadget, anti-mad dog cone.
You failed me again, Talon.
But I'm not going to punish you this time.
You're going to punish yourself.
No, no, no! No! No! Ow! Why? Next time, Gadget! Next Stop hitting yourself, Talon.
Stop hitting yourself.
Stop hitting yourself.
Stop hitting yourself.
Stop hitting yourself.