Alright, everyone,
I have your test papers back.
Some of you did very well
and some of you just make me sad.
I got %. What did you get?
I did alright.
I b*at you, didn't I?
Looks like it's time for young Clark
to reclaim his title
as the smartest kid in school.
I guess this is one test paper
Grandma won't be puttin' on her fridge.
?
How did you get %, man?
He started by getting
all the answers right.
A strategy you have yet to embrace.
Then he followed up each multiple choice
question with an essay.
I also enjoyed the diorama.
It's fine work, T.J.
More of you should show
T.J.'s kind of initiative.
And you will have that chance to shine,
oh so brightly,
with a make-up assignment.
I want you all to do oral reports
on World w*r II.
[class whining]
Nice going, brainiac.
-Excuse me, Ms. Rawlings?
-Yes, Morris.
-May I be excused from this assignment?
-No, Morris.
Fair enough.
[bell rings]
Work in three man teams. Five minute
reports due the end of next week.
Bell rang, Clark.
So, the usual team?
Three of us do the work?
That's right and guess who's doin'
% of the work?
Alright, so you want to grab some lunch?
Let's go to Dog Burger.
-Sounds good.
-Can I go too?
No, Mr. Diorama.
You have a report to start on.
No problem. I'll have it done before
your second milkshake.
Hey, egghead,
quit studyin' so much
and gettin' so many right answers.
You make the rest of us look bad.
Conversely, you could study harder
and get more right answers.
Then you'd look good.
[whistle blows]
♪ Another slice of the life
Of Master T.J. Henderson ♪
♪ Super intelligent,
A fine young gentleman ♪
♪ A -year-old whiz kid
Bustin' high school ♪
♪ A pugnacious little shorty
With a thousand IQ ♪
♪ He's got a way with the ladies ♪
♪ And he's keepin' it real ♪
♪ Your favorite little study buddy
He knows the deal ♪
♪ That he's still just a kid
On the ball, very clever ♪
♪ You can say that he's bright
brainy, gifted, whatever ♪
♪ Your brother is smart ♪
♪ He's a smart guy ♪
♪Smart guy ♪
♪Smart guy ♪
♪He's a smart guy♪
[wacky comedy sounds on TV]
Man, I think the Three Stooges
have a lot more range
than people give 'em credit for.
I mean, first, they're plumbers,
then they're college professors.
Now look! Moe Howard is playin' h*tler.
That's talent.
You guys could at least pretend
that you're helping me do this report.
You know something? He's right.
We should be helpin' him.
Turn down the volume, man.
Oh, wait a minute.
He's eatin' clam chowder. Turn it up!
Marcus, I know you're not
sticking your little brother
with all the work on this report
because that would be taking advantage.
Alright, alright. I'll hold up my end.
Yeah and you're not doing yourself
any favors sitting here watching--
Hey, Moe's playin' h*tler.
What's he doin' to Curly's head?
Filing it with a wood file.
Sawdust comin' out of his ears.
What's so funny about this?
Mike Tyson bites an ear-- madman.
Moe Howard staples a head-- comic genius.
I don't get it.
You ever feel like you're missing
something?
Yeah. The fruit at the bottom
of my yogurt.
So, what do you feel like you're missing?
They're out there having a hernia laughing
at the Three Stooges.
I just wish I could be a part of that.
You're meant for better things.
I mean, you're gonna write novels
or cure diseases
or be on the Supreme Court.
You'll be the black justice
who isn't a sellout conservative wacko.
[horn honks]
Hey, Dad, there's a truck out here!
Oh, yeah. That's the leftover lumber
from the Mackenzie job.
That needs to go into the garage.
Let me rephrase that.
You need to help it get into the garage.
Now.
I don't live here.
You eat here.
Tape it for me, huh?
Alright, let's make a line.
I'll grab T.J., you pass
and Mo, you stack.
-Right.
-Cool.
You know, the guys
who used to build railroads
used to sing songs
to help the work go faster.
We should do that.
They were also chained together.
Shall we try that as well?
We can sing show tunes.
I'm comfortable with who I am.
Ah, Marcus and Mo.
Nice to see you guys being all you can be.
T.J., your shoe's untied.
Hey, Mo, man, you know,
I was thinkin' of--
[whack]
Are you okay, man?
Oh, yeah, I'm fine.
I just think I'm gonna go back to bed.
Dad?
Honestly, Pop, I feel terrible.
We really didn't mean to do it.
Look. It's okay. It was an accident.
We just gotta make sure
that T.J.'s gonna be alright.
Breaststroke.
His motor skills are good.
He knows how to swim.
-Mr. Henderson...
-Yes?
Your son is not in any danger.
He's gonna be okay.
Backstroke.
That's not okay.
Don't be alarmed.
While the skull isn't damaged,
the cat scan did show some swelling
in the temporal lobe.
Ah... the temporal lobe.
Just as I suspected.
Ah. . . the ear lobe.
We'll be in the waiting room.
So, this swelling, is that the reason
why he's been acting so...
loopy?
If that's the medical term.
Well, as with any concussion,
T.J. might experience disorientation,
forgetfulness--
Hey, Dad, I'm milking a cow!
Moo!
It might even affect his intelligence,
temporarily.
So, how long is temporary?
A few days... maybe a few weeks.
Well, which is it?
I know this can be scary--
No. You don't know the half of it.
Well, the best thing for him
is to return to his regular routine.
Do the things he usually does.
What? So I should send him back to school?
He's in high school. He's a gifted child,
you know.
Greetings, earthlings.
Meep meep!
I would keep him in school.
In my experience, the more stimulation,
the quicker intelligence
is likely to return.
So at home we should just...
keep up with the regular routine?
That's right and before you know it,
he'll be back to his normal self.
Which, from what you've told me,
would be exceptional.
This is your captain speaking.
I need emergency power now! Captain out.
[T.J.] Noooo!
Ah, here you go, son, French toast...
just the way you like it.
Thanks, Dad.
Can you hand me the, uh... uh...
-The butter?
-Mm-mm.
-Jelly?
-Mm-mm.
-Honey!
-Spoon!
-Kn*fe?
-That's it!
I was gonna say Kn*fe!
Atta boy.
Now listen, I spoke to your principal
this morning,
but I'm going to give you a note
for your teachers,
just in case she forgets to talk to 'em.
-Wait a minute!
-What?
If you were to move
the letters in your name,
They'd spell "Flody."
Floyd... Flody.
Flody, Flody, Flody.
Keep hackin' away, son.
What's up... ah!
There he is, my little man. How ya doin'?
Did you sleep well?
Feelin' any smarter today?
Uh... I don't know.
Well, you know, T.J.,
I was lookin' over our World w*r II notes.
Now, exactly what countries
were in that again?
Um...
The cowboys and the broncos?
Cowboys and the broncos. So cute.
You gotta get smart again, man!
You gotta! Okay?
Our report's due at the end of this week.
Marcus, can I talk to you
in the other room?
Marcus, you got to accept
that some things have changed around here.
I know. It couldn't have happened
at a worse time.
Yeah, I know. A more considerate
little brother
would have got hit over the head
during summer break.
That's not what I meant--
Well, yeah, I guess it was. Sorry.
I need you to stop thinking about yourself
and start thinking about T.J.
You got to be his older brother now.
I really need you to take care of him.
Now, you think you can do that?
Yeah, I guess I could do it.
So, I hear T.J.'s not
totally in the house, huh?
It's just for a little while.
You know there's a technique
for gettin' his brains back?
There is?
Yeah. See, gettin' hit
in the head caused it,
so, hit him in the head again.
That's your big technique?
Worked on Green Acres .
Worked on Good Times .
-No, thanks!
-It worked on Melrose Place.
All I gotta do is take my shoe off
and smack him one good.
I don't think so.
[bell rings]
Hey, man, I'm offerin'
to hit him in the head.
Alright, everyone,
let's remember that T.J. has had just
a little bit of a setback.
He's, um, how shall I say this, T.J.?
Well, I just got hit in the, uh... uh...
-Head?
-Yup.
So, I'm not exactly my uh... uh...
Self.
Yeah, but the doctor said I'll be just...
Fine?
Hey, who's tellin' this story?
Man, your brother is dumb and funny.
He dumb-funny.
So, since T.J. Isn't quite up to speed,
it means class participation
will be left up to...
the rest of you.
Alright, who can tell me
which naval base
the Japanese bombed in ?
The Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor,
December , .
A day which will live in infamy.
-Thank you, Clark.
- You see,
the Americans were expecting sabotage--
Thank you, Clark!
[razz]
Couldn't have said it better myself.
Hello. Teacher in the class.
So, after the Japanese
bombed Pearl Harbor,
the U.S. m*llitary began experimenting
with atomic energy.
Who can tell me what that culminated in?
It culminated in big,
old radioactive monsters.
Mothra!
-Gammera!
-Godzilla!
Well, obviously, Clark is the only one
who takes this subject seriously.
So, to focus your attention,
I'm making your reports worth %
of your midterm grade.
Nice goin', Clark.
Great. Now the report's worth more.
And with T.J.'s brain in the shop,
we'll have to do it ourselves.
Excuse me, Ms. Rawlings. Yes, Morris.
-Yes, Morris.
-May I be excused from this assignment?
-No, Morris.
-Fair enough.
I'm gonna hit him in the head.
-What?
-I'm gonna go hit...
Hey, Clark.
I need to talk to you about some problems
I'm having.
What, you want tutoring?
No.
So, Dog Burger? It's Chili Friday.
Oh, no, no, no. We got too much work to do
on this World w*r II thing.
Oh, come on, Marcus.
We could share a chili bucket.
Please? It'll be fun.
You never take me there.
Sure. Why not?
Yay!
See ya, Clark.
Hey, Marcus.
Yeah, T.J.?
Are you mad that you have to do
all the studying now for our report?
Nah. Dad told me to study anyway
and now that he sees me doing it,
he'll just have to buy me a better
Christmas present.
Hey, yeah.
Besides, it'll be kind of cool
seeing Ms. Rawlings' face
when she finds out I'm the one who knows
all about World w*r II.
Yeah. She'll never expect that.
Hey, Marcus.
Yeah, T.J.?
Am I gonna be okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, you'll be smart again, man.
And, look, even if you stay dumb,
I'd still look out for you.
I mean, I am stuck with
being your big brother and all.
Yeah. Good night, Marcus.
Good night, T.J.
Hey, T.J.?
Yeah, Marcus?
Look, if Mo comes at you with a shoe
or a sock full of sand or
something, just run, okay?
Okay.
Now watch closely, class.
As I turn left to a right triangle.
[laughing]
Very well, then.
Who can tell me the Pythagorean Theorem?
"a" squared plus "b" squared
equals "c" squared.
What?
Uh, nothing. I burped.
You got h-o-r-s. You're out.
Uh, T.J., "horse" has a "e" on the end.
Since when?
I don't know. The fifties.
Hey, guys.
[all] Flody.
Hey, aren't you supposed to be studying?
Oh, I've been studying.
So far, I know who the allies were,
who the axis was
and that Harry Truman was a haberdasher.
I just don't know
what a haberdasher is... yet.
It's a measurement of bacon.
You're thinking of a rasher.
Why would Harry Truman
be a measurement of bacon?
Why am I even talking to you?
So, how's T.J. doing?
Well, he's neglecting his studies
and spending all his time
playing basketball, so...
Sort of like a normal -year-old.
It's weird.
It's like the world's turned upside down.
Marcus' school books are spread out
all over the place
and T.J.'s reading
The Adventures of Jughead.
"All the matter in a collapsing star
will be compressed into
a region of zero volume,
so the density of matter
and the curvature of space-time
become infinite."
That must be Betty. She's the smart one.
Actually, it's the Journal
of Quantum Mechanics.
T.J.'s brain is back.
I think it's time for me to have
a one-on-one conversation with jughead.
Oh, T.J., can I have a word with you?
Okey-dokey, doggy daddy.
So...
Feeling any smarter yet?
No. Dumber, I think.
But you're having a good time hanging out
with the guys, though, aren't you?
Yeah. Today me, Marcus and Mo
found an old newspaper
and kicked it all the way home.
Whoo.
That's gotta be a lot more fun
than reading it like you used to.
But you're still reading.
You're reading Jughead.
Yep, yep. Jughead.
And isn't that great, you know,
when Jughead sits down in the super glue
and gets the chair stuck to his butt?
Yeah, that super glue is real sticky.
And then he has to take off his pants
and wear Veronica's dress.
Oh, yeah. The dress. That was good.
And the funniest part is...
none of that's in here.
I-it's not?
No.
But here's what is.
When did you get your intelligence back?
Yesterday during Geometry.
Well, it could have been during Phys Ed,
but how would you know?
Well, why didn't you tell me, T.J.?
I've been worried about you.
I'm sorry, Dad.
It's just... things have kind of been
nice and easy lately.
No one's been hassling me.
You don't stick out when you're dumb.
But is it worth hiding your intelligence,
so you can kick a newspaper with the guys?
Everybody seems to like me better.
Marcus likes me better.
And you think if you're smart again,
he won't like you as much?
Based on ten years of experience, yeah.
T.J...
I know there's a lot of pressure
that goes along with being exceptional,
but there's a lot of opportunities too.
And geniuses like you can do great things.
You can help people.
Maybe someday you'll even help Marcus.
So are you gonna tell him?
No.
You're not?
Nah. They're your brains.
You're smart enough
to use them if you want to.
Thanks, Dad.
By the way, you should write for Jughead.
That thing about the super glue
in the chair...
-Mmm-mm
-Out-of-the-park funny.
...proving that a small group
of highly trained fighting men
can turn the tide of a desperate battle.
I thank you.
Alright.
Well, that concludes
What if the X-men had been at Iwo Jima?
I'm sure the Japanese infantry
would have had their hands full
with that Mr. Wolverine.
He rocks!
Great. Up next, we have
Marcus and T.J. Henderson and Morris Tibbs
With "the dubba-dubba-w II."
T.J., T.J.
Over here, man.
D-ooh!
You have five minutes.
I'm sure this will be interesting. Go.
Okay. World w*r II...
Uh...
Uh...
[thinking] I'm blankin' here.
I know this stuff. I studied forever.
[thinking] Marcus is panicking.
I could help him, but then
everybody will know I'm smart again.
[thinking] ♪ Boom ♪
♪ Ba-boom, boom boom boom ♪
♪ Ba-boom boom boom boom boom♪
♪ Ba-boom, ahh♪
Well, uh, first of all,
there was that guy.
Who was that guy?
Well, you all know who I'm thinking of.
He was that guy.
Maybe we should dispense
with the remaining four painful minutes
and skip right to the D-minus.
Germany made a big mistake
abandoning the Non-aggression Pact
with Russia.
Right, Marcus?
T.J.?
Right, Marcus?
Right, right, right, 'cause...
See, it hacked off Stalin,
so he had to open his second front
against Germany.
Which meant the U.S. and Britain
could combine their forces
for an invasion of Europe.
This invasion was called
Operation Overlord
and it took place June , .
Hey, Marcus.
Yeah?
Are you mad at me?
Yeah, I'm mad at you.
You played dumb for two whole days
and I had to work on that report
by myself.
You got an "A."
But it was hard.
But you challenged yourself.
You used your mind and it paid off.
But it was hard.
I knew it.
Now that I'm smart again,
you're annoyed at me.
You don't annoy me because you're smart.
Really?
Man, you annoy me because you're ten,
you're my little brother
and because you know too much
for your own good.
I knew it. You liked me better dumb.
[sighs]
It's not that I liked you better.
It's just that I liked being the smarter
older brother for once.
Yeah. I liked it too.
You could keep doing it if you want.
Nah. It's not the same.
Nah, it isn't.
But I'll tell you what, though.
Anybody hassles you about being smart,
I'll pound on 'em for you.
Okay.
Alright.
And from now on,
I'll try not to get more
than % on tests,
so you won't get stuck with more homework.
Whew. Okay.
Hey, guys. What are you doing?
I'm reading the encyclopedia.
And I'm not.
Good night, guys.
[both] Night, Flody.
Jughead...
[keyboard clacking]
The chair still glued to his butt...
flees from a swarm of bees
in the shape of an arrow.
As he runs past Archie and Moose
dressed in hunting gear, Moose says...
[in base voice] "at least when he gets
tired of running, he can sit down."
Save.
[clapper]
I'm never working for this guy again.
02x05 - Dumbstruck
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T.J. Henderson, who moves from being an elementary school student in the fourth grade to a high school student in the tenth grade, attending the same school as his two elder siblings.
T.J. Henderson, who moves from being an elementary school student in the fourth grade to a high school student in the tenth grade, attending the same school as his two elder siblings.