02x10 - Crash Pad Crash/Robot Riot

[bunniefuu]

[Jenny]
♪ 5:00, get a call
to go blading ♪

♪ at the skate park
down by the mall, ♪

♪ but my mom says ♪

♪ I gotta prevent
hostile aliens ♪

♪ from annihilating us all. ♪

Hyah!

♪ With the strength
of a million and 70 men, ♪

♪ I guess I really
shouldn't complain. ♪

♪ Still, I wish I could
go for a walk ♪

♪ without rusting
in the rain. ♪

♪ It's enough
to fry my brain. ♪

♪ So welcome to my life
as a teenage robot, ♪

♪ the story of my life
as a teenage robot. ♪

♪ My teenage robot life. ♪ ♪

So Brad gets to go to Grandma's,

and Jenny gets to go
to outer space,

but I can't even leave
the front yard

without one of them to watch me?

Life is passing me by.

slam!

Brad, Jenny,
you're back!

Hey, over here.

Hello?

Hey, you guys!
Yoo-hoo!

Right here.
Guys?

Hey!

Hey, Brad, if it's not okay

for me to go off by myself,
let me know.

Thanks, Brad.

Hey, guys.

Hey, how were things
while we were gone?

Oh, the Silver Shell
kept things under control.

If he was in charge,

I'm surprised the place
wasn't leveled.

What's that supposed to mean?
Huh? Huh?

Whoa, Sheldon.

Don't take it personally.

What's the deal with you
and the Silver Shell, anyway?

Deal?
There's no deal.

How did someone like you meet
someone like him?

He saved my life.

How?

Um, he saved me from drowning.

You're the best swimmer I know.

Well, I didn't always
know how to swim.

So this happened
when you were a little kid?

No, it happened
when I had amnesia.

[both]
Amnesia?

Yeah, during the rescue,

I bonked my head really hard

and I forgot how to swim.

So you got amnesia
while you were drowning,

but you were drowning
because you had amnesia?

Yes--
No.

Well, before I was rescued,

I was rescuing a woman
who had amnesia

because we both had amnesia.

It was an amnesia convention,

and there was a pool
at the hotel

and nobody could remember
how to swim,

and then we all got confused

and then we didn't even know
what confusion was, so--

Let's just ask
the Silver Shell himself.

Hey, Silver Shell!

Aaaa!

I gotta go.

Biggest nut job?

Sheldon?
Tuck?

It's still
anyone's game.

Hey, where is Tuck?

I thought
he'd be waiting for us.

Uh-oh.

Tuck got out again.

Who knows what kind of trouble
he could get into.

We gotta find him.

Whatever.

crash!

That was the coolest thing ever.

Tuck! Tuck!

blorp!

Wow, going off on my own

is more exciting
than I ever imagined!

I went to your house to see if
you'd go off on my own with me,

and there in the garage
is the Silver Shell.

You're the Silver Shell!

No, I'm not.

Uh, this is just one
of the early prototypes,

modified so a human
can fit inside.

Oh.

So why'd I find it
in your garage?

It's just a costume

so that I can make
Silver Shell appearances

while the real Silver Shell is
away on interstellar missions.

You know, like at Christmastime,
when there's, like,


running around the mall?

Or when the president
comes to your classroom

and you know that it's really
just one of his backup androids?

Well, duh.
Everybody knows that.

This is the same thing.

Oh, I get it.

It's like when
famous neurosurgeons

send their body doubles
to the amnesia conventions.

So you're not really
the Silver Shell after all.

Sorry, Tuck.

Oh, man, I knew
it was too good to be true.

But wait till I tell
Brad and Jenny!

No!

I promised the Silver Shell
that I wouldn't tell anybody.

Yeah, well,
I never promised.

So how about
you put me down

so I can get back
to flying around

in the Silver Shell
costume?

No, how about,
um, how about I--

How about I make you
your own superhero costume?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[Sheldon]
Introducing the Silver Shell's
amazing new sidekick,

the Tin Can!

How do you
like it?

What?

How do you like it?

Well, I can't hear very well
or see very well,

and it's hot and heavy
and scratchy.

It's perfect!

This morning,
I couldn't cross the street.

Now I can cross the universe.

Tin Can Man!
Tin Can Man!

Super hero, mega-star.

Faster than a speeding car.

Can says he can
when others say he can't.

Can goes into toy stores
any time he wants.

He's nimble on his iron feet,

helping seniors
cross the street.

Hello, sir.

I'm Tin Can, and I'll be
your superhero this afternoon.

Would you like me to help you
across the street?

Go away.

I ain't fixing
to cross no street,

and I ain't allowing
to buy no tin cans.

Tuck!
Tuck?

[gasps]

That old man
is defending himself

against some little creep
in a full metal jacket.

Yaa!

Some of my least favorite people

are people who pick
on old people.

Jenny, wait.

Silver Shell!

Hello, XJ9.

This is my new sidekick,
the Tin Can.

Tin Can, this is Jenny.

Hello, fellow superhero.

Pleased to make
your acquaintance.

Okay.

Have you guys
seen Tuck?

I've been looking
all over for him.

Well,
as a matter of fact--

No!

Okay.

Tuck?

Where are you?

tweep, tweep, tweep!

blam!

That was close.

What are you doing,
Tuck?

Um, uh, did you put
a potty in this suit?

No.

Okay, I gotta go.

'Cause I got to go!

Whew.
At least that's over with.

You're not worried
about your own brother?

Eh, he probably just flushed
himself down the toilet again.

He'll pop up.

Tuck, where have you--

Can't talk.
Gotta go.

See?
That boy and bathrooms.

You can't keep them apart.

[snoring]

boing!

Get up, Silver Shadow.

It's time for another day
of adventure and superheroing.

I'm sure Jenny
will go with me.

I'm up.
I'm up.

meow

With amazing speed
and dexterity,

the heroic Tin Can
scales the formidable heights

to rescue the weak
and the helpless.

Here, kitty, kitty.

hiss!

Oh, kitty.

No!

yowl!

Help!
I got a swimmer's cramp!

I'll save you!

Thanks,
Mr. Trash Can.

Aaah!

Oh, litterbug.

Eat tin, you public health
scofflaw!

Okay, come along peacefully,

and I won't have to do anything
to embarrass you.

Okay, I'll let you go
with just a warning this time.

Loitering is a crime,
you slothful no-goodniks.

Now you must face
the wrath of Can.

Is there a squishy
little peach in that can?

We'll never know
unless we open it up.

Come back, you cowards!

Look, Tuck, you don't have
any special powers.

You're just a kid in a suit.

It's time to stop.

I can't stop now.

Revealing my identity
would put everyone I love

in terrible danger,

and there's still one thing
I've got to do:

fight a gargantuan super menace.

That's what separates
the men from the boys

and the cans
from the cardboard boxes.

Bring on
the monsters.

[rumbling]

crackle!

roar!

Oh, my gosh!
It's a giant--

Moleverine!

Aaah!

It's canning time.

roar!

Whoa!

Aaah!

roar!

Aaah!

This isn't fun anymore!

Aaah!

Whoa!
Aaah!

[Silver Shell]
It's too dangerous
out there, Tuck.

Hide in the abandoned
opera house.

But I hate opera.

Tuck.

Aaah!

I felt the vibrations
all the way at home.

What's going on?

It's a moleverine.

It's destroying everything.

Then we'll have to destroy it.

Come on.

roar!

peew peew peew

plink plink plink

thunk!

woop woop woop

ssss

roar!

This thing's pretty tough.

Everything has a weakness.

We just have to figure it out.

roar!

blam!

Of course!
He can't stand the light.

The sun will destroy him.

We can't wait all night
for the sun to come up.

Don't have to.
Come on.

Reflect the sunlight
down towards Tremorton.

Good thinking, XJ9.

You're one smart cookie.

Gosh, once that gasoline truck
blew up the opera house,

anybody could have seen
its weakness, Silver...Shell?

This is so typical of him.

Take off without a word
and leave me holding the mole.

Tuck's all right.

He's got to be all right.

No.
Tuck?

Waa!

I know.

You worked so hard
on my costume,

and now it's destroyed.

Tuck, you're alive!

How did you--
Where did you--

What's that smell?

Raw sewage.

Ech, I'm glad
to see you,

but why are you
covered in raw--

Whoa!

I flushed myself down the toilet
like anyone would.

Sheldon, wait up.

I need to ask you
something.

Is there any possible way

that the Tin Can costume
could be repaired?

No way.

Good.

Why would anyone want
to be a superhero?

I've never been so scared
in all my life,

and that was just
from pretending to be a hero.

I could have been
mole food.

No, thank you.

Brad?
It's Jenny.

[Brad]
Hey, Jenn.

I can't believe
you did that today.

I know.

Can you imagine
if you-know-who found out?

Who?
Who?

You know who.

No.
No.

Wait.
Did you hear that?

What?
What?

That.

What?

[groans]

Gotta go, Brad.

Mom!

You completely violated
my privacy.

Privacy, schmivacy.

There's science afoot.

It's my latest
invention:

Sleepytime Mist
for insomniac babies.

It's a lullaby
in a bottle

without being addictive
or causing diarrhea.

Wait, what's this?

Oil on the bed?

And just look
at the mess.

It's like you're an animal
or something.

How many times must I tell you?

It's an eyesore,
a safety hazard,

and against zoning
regulations!

That's it!

I can't take it anymore.

You interfere
with my phone calls,

my eating habits;

you bother me
about everything.

You probably
read my diary.

You keep spelling
"Infatuation" wrong.

I want a place
of my own,

a house, an apartment,
an igloo:

anywhere but here.

XJ9, technically
you're only five years old.

You're too young
to live on your own.

All right.
All right.

You can't
leave home,

but I suppose you can spruce up
the toolshed in the backyard.

It's wonderful.

Now, being
on your own

is a lot
of responsibility,

and it's going to--

Save it, Mom.

That's why I'm
moving out;

so I don't get
your 2¢ on everything.

But XJ9,
don't you want--

Sanctuary!


when I was a teenager.

At last, my own place.

Whoops!

Time to turn this shed
into a crib.

[sawing and hammering]

My very own waterbed hammock.

[sighs]

tinkle

Sweet freedom.

Privacy, tranquility--

time to party.

[all]
Did someone say, "Party"?

Cool digs!

The perfect
anti-parental fortress

for total solitude.

Hope you don't mind,

but we've brought
some friends

who brought
some friends

who brought
some friends!

Let's do this thing.

[extremely funky music]

♪ ♪

boom, boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!

Carefully.

boom!

boom!

sssss

Whew.

blam!

boom!

That's it!
boom!

I'm shutting
this party down.

boom!

Oh, she'll never learn
self-control

If I'm the one controlling her.

boom!

boom!

[birds chirping]

ring!

Huh?

I've got to get to school.

Oh, no.

I only recharged for two hours.

I don't even have
enough energy

to make it to class.

Glad Mom installed
the solar panel,

which only works...

outside.

[teacher]
Today, the Pythagorean theorem.

[snoring]

[Brad]
Jenny?

Edgar Allan Poe, S equals 3,
"The British are coming!"

We've been over this.

Lunch period
is not a class.

I just can't
stay awake.

That party last night
cost me my sleep.

Hey, that party
was the b*mb.

It was so
totally cool!

Your party
was awesome!

You are having
another party tonight,

right, Jenn?

Well, I'd have to skip chores,
homework, sleeping,

perhaps personal hygiene--

[all]
Yay, Jenny!

[laid-back music]

♪ ♪

I'll never get on Jenny's
dance card now.

At least you won't reject me.

sproing!

splunk!

You're quite the swinger.

[all]
Will you dance with us, Jenny?

Freedom rocks.

Must not interfere.

Must not intrude.

Must not vomit.

[funky music]

♪ ♪

Miss XJ9!

Just keep
reminding yourself

responsibility must be learned,
not programmed.

[gasps]
XJ9!

sniff, sniff

[foghorn blows]

What?

Oh, XJ9, you're finally losing
your new-car smell.

Stay here and I'll get
the Tortoise Wax.

Whatever, Mom.

I've got it under control.

Or maybe not.

I don't even use underwear.

Maybe I've let things slide
a little too far.

Wha?

Or a lot too far.

[telephone rings]

Hello?

It's for you.

Thanks.

Oh, yeah, and you might want
to put this on.

Hello?

This is
Vice Principal Rizinsky.

I've just been
informed

that you're failing math,
science, history, and English.

Oh, yes,
and lunch period.

No, wait.

My mom can clear this up.

Oh, no.

I told her not to interfere.

Sounds like you're failing
at home too.

It all goes on your permanent
record, just the same.

Wait, I can explain!

[dial tone]

Hello?

Jenny, are you
ready to party?

[hip music]

Wait,
now is really not a good time.

No, I'm serious.

I have to--

We need you to buzz-saw some
furniture into confetti.

We're the High-Flying Ace Band.

Yeah!

We're really expensive.

Where do we set up?

Here's good.

[Jenny]
Brad.

[hot music]

♪ ♪

What are you guys doing here?

What are you
talking about?

We been partying here
since last Thursday.

Oh, by the way,
the toilet's broken.

[Brad]
Yahoo!
I'm a biker!

All right, put me down.

crunch!

That's it!

Everybody out!

Now!

Party's over!
Get out!

I'm serious!

bang!

Hey, who turned out
the lights?

Well, I can't party
without electricity.

[griping]

crash!

Sorry, Mom.

I really blew it.

Why didn't you warn me?

Somebody didn't want
my 2¢.

Besides, I knew you'd
figure it out for yourself.

[crowd cheering]

Eventually.

Well, heh, heh,

I could really use
some recharging.

I guess I'll head back up
to my old bedroom.

Oh, no, you don't.

You've got a group
of rowdy partyers to control.

They're your
responsibility.

There's
so many of them.

It's like they're animals
or something.

growl!

[snarling]

[party music]

Halt!

You must recognize

your individual sense
of responsibility

and disperse!

[cheering]

[woman]
Someone, please!

Save my baby!

Waa, waa, waa!

Someone, please!

Save me!

[screaming]

quack, quack

Whew, they're out of the city.

And headed straight
for the cliffs!

There's got to be a way
to stop them.

Mom!

She can bring any party
to a screeching halt.

Sleepytime Mist.

These tanks should give you
an ample supply.

Ohh.

bang!

Sounds like you're on
your last bit of gas.

Now, if you don't mind me
putting my 2¢ in...

Instant recharge!

Thanks, Mom!

Ohh.

[snoring]

Oh, no, you don't.

We've got a busted shed
to repair,

wild animals to relocate,

and sleepy people to take home.

[yawns]

Can't it wait
till tomorrow?

No, because starting
tomorrow

you're all grounded
for a month.

If you thought you didn't
have any freedom before,

you ain't seen
nothing yet.

[all]
Aw.

Heh, heh.

I really should be
getting home.

Party's gonna
start up again any minute.

I'm itching
to dance,

and you're
my new partner.

I want my toaster.