03x21 - Erase Yer Head
Posted: 02/29/24 15:26
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Macarthur: Helloooooo?
- How'd you get in here? The front door was locked.
- Yeah, you should leave it unlocked.
It was crazy hard to kick in.
(Wood clanks)
Anyhoo, I got a package for... Creepy Kid in Egg Chair.
- That's me. - GAH!
This job does not pay enough.
- You're getting packages delivered to the school?
I don't like this.
- This should do the trick.
- A space w*apon from the future?!
I definitely don't like that!
- (Sigh) But you never said space weapons from the future
were against the rules, did you?
- Well... no.
- Then I guess we're good. - But--
Okay Gwen, you win this time.
- For the record, it's not a "space w*apon from the future".
Heh, that would be ridiculous.
It's a personality modifying ray.
It can make people nice, mean,
obedient, maudlin; anything!
I'm going to use it on my parents.
You see... they're going through a hipster phase
and it's frightening.
- I'll be in the haunted house all day! See ya!
- Wait! Pics or it didn't happen!
- Uggh. Fine, make it quick.
(Camera clicks)
- And look at your face. Hashtag gorgeous!
- What did you do to my face?!
- Oh wow, look at all the fun we had.
Let's go home.
- (Growl grows to a scream)
- Yes, my parents are... millennials.
This ray might fix 'em, but it could be dangerous.
So, to be safe, I'll test it on a few kids first.
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- Uh... S'up, dudette?
- How ya feeling today?
Maybe... sad?
(Ray zap) - (Sad) Duuuude.
- Okay, sad works. Let's try anxious,
(Ray zap) - Dude!
Angry... (Ray zap)
- Dude! - Confused...
(Ray zap) - Dude?
- Nice. Thanks Jude. As you were.
- (Confused giggle) (Cashing thud)
- That worked, but Jude's a pushover.
I better test it on more intense personalities.
That looks pretty intense.
- There you go, Cody. Since you let me bury you,
here's a cupcake just like I promised.
- Wow, thanks Duncan. You're a great friend.
And now these ants want to be my friend!
(Metal clank, snarl)
- AAAAAH! they're biting me!
These ants aren't good friends at all!
- (Laughs)
- Guys, SHHH!
I'm working on my extra credit assignment!
I know it's not due until the end of the year,
but still.
- Yep. Duncan's the biggest jerk alive.
Cody's spineless. And Courtney's so uptight
she could crush coal into diamonds.
Time for a change.
Let's make Duncan more...
disciplined.
- (Laughs) Ooo... I hope they feed you to their queen.
(Ray zap) - (Sighs)
Outdoor play ended twenty-eight seconds ago!
Chef is so irresponsible. I better get inside.
- Well, ants. I guess it's just you and me.
- Next up, an assertive Cody.
(Ray zap) - RRRRRAH!
AHHHH! BACK OFF, ANTS!
You need to learn proper social boundaries.
- Amazing.
Now Courtney. Time to chill out.
- There. Finished.
Now I'll just proof read it and-- (Ray zap) RRRAH!
Whoa...
there are so many words in this thing,
it's stressin' me out.
There, now you can't hurt anyone else with your words.
- If messing with people's heads is wrong,
I don't wanna be right.
- NO! PLEASE! DON'T DO IT, DUNCAN!
- Don't do ...what?
- Whatever it was you were going to do to me.
- I have no idea what you mean.
I just want to stand here and think about
what I can do to be a better role model for my classmates.
- What is happening? - I don't know.
I've just realized how fun it is to avoid mischief.
- Oh, that's a relief,
because I just finished a very delicate project.
(Button clicks)
- Behold, the glasses straightener.
Before, whenever I had to straighten my glasses,
I left finger prints on them.
But not anymore! Observe!
(Arm whirs)
Heh, if someone got their hands on this controller
they sure could have some fun at my expense.
- I don't see how anyone would enjoy doing that to someone.
- Whew! I will now place it on this cubbie -
right beside the blueberry pie, a rubber mallet,
and a diagram on how to give the perfect wedgie.
There. Now I can walk away safely.
- (Moaning) Huh? Stop it, hand.
I said stop!
- Duncan, what are you doing?
- I-I don't know.
I don't wanna prank, but I have an urge to prank.
(Ray zap) - AGH!
- Set up too easy.
Can't. Not. Prank.
- It's like he's becoming immune.
Maybe a few more tries.
(Ray zap) - Strong...urge...
(Ray zap) Come to Papa...
HA!
- Welp. I tried.
Duncan: Harold! - Yes?
(Splat) (Mechanical arm whirs)
(Mallet thuds) (Evil giggling)
- Hm. Maybe Duncan's a special case.
But I should probably check on the others.
- I am so sorry, ants! Please forgive me!
If you'll be my friends again,
I'll let you eat the cupcake.
(Ants cheer) It's working!
OUCH! The ants want to be my friends again!
OW! OWIE-OWIE-OW!
- Cody's a fail but at least Courtney's still okay.
- (Slurping)
- You get an A at being chill.
- Cool, bra.
Wait. Why not an A plus?
Am I slacking off at slacking off?!
I need to write an essay on how to slack of.
- (Sigh) Okaaaaaay.
So it only lasts a few minutes.
There must be some way to turbo charge this thing
into making the change permanent. Hm...
(Electricity crackles)
- Hey. Stop what you're doing.
- Is there a rule against using your car
to super charge a mind blaster?
- Hmm... Guhh!
I gotta update these rules of mine!
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(Flames whoosh) Chef: My car!
- AHHH! My glutes can't take the pressure!
- (Laughs) This is the best.
(Door bursts open)
- Obey your blaster.
(Ray zap) - AGH!
- Thanks for inviting me to your house,
but my body feels a little numb.
(Ray zap)
(Ray zap)
- (Blows) Attitude problem... solved.
- Soooooo chiiiiiill.... (Slurps)
- That's pretty chill.
(Rock thuds) - Cody, you feeling assertive?
- (Demonic voice) THE WORLD BELONGS TO ME!
(Flames whoosh) BWAHAHA!
- Very good.
- Duncan, you disciplined?
- Must obey. Must obey.
- Well, everything seems in order here.
- Little help? - Must obey.
(Mechanical arm whirs)
- No! That's Cody's now, called it!
- Must obey.
(Landing thud) - OOF! (Pained grunt)
- You're Cody's now! Everything is Cody's!
- Now-now, Cody. If something belongs to you,
you should put it in your cubby.
Imma walk away now.
- HAROLD! GET IN MY CUBBY!
- Must obey.
- Whoa! What's going on?
(Mechanical whir)
ANTS? GET IN MY CUBBY!
(Chainsaw whirs, tree thuds)
Bees? GET IN MY CUBBY!
(Keys clack, engine roars to a halt)
- ARMY? GET IN MY CUBBY!
- Wow. That is so... not my problem.
- EGGCHAIR? GET IN MY CUBBY!
- Must obey!
- Okay, now they crossed a line.
Chef, Cody n' Duncan are being bad.
- Troublemakers. I'll look into it.
- Chill, Chef. S'all good, man.
Just live your life
or whatever. (Slurps)
- Oh that's a relief. Thanks, Courtney.
- What?! But, Chef. The noise?!
- Yeah, but... Courtney's the biggest tattletale
who ever tattled a tale.
She does it like, all the time.
So if she says s'all good, s'all good.
- What do you mean we can't fit anything else in there?
(Muffled moans)
- Dude, stop being such a try-hard.
Let the cubby take what it wants.
- You mean attach a turbo vacuum
so my cubby sucks in the entire school?
Duncan, can you--
- (Robotic voice) Way ahead of you.
- The blaster may be a little over powered,
but at least I won't have to take anymore family selfies.
(Vacuum whirs) What now?!
- Hey! What's going on?!
(Vacuum whirs) OH NO!
I never should've listened to COURTNEYYYYY!
(Evil laughter)
- That does it!
Someone needs an attitude adjustment.
- Give that to Cody!
- Yeah. That's the idea. - Must obey.
- Duncan, blast Cody! - Must obey.
- No, blast Gwen! - Must obey.
- Cody! - Gwen!
- Cody! - Gwen!
- Cody! - Gwen! - Cody!
- Duncan, Pretend you're a chicken!
- Must obey.
BUCK-BUCK-BUGAAAWK!
- How does that help? - It's hilarious.
- It's about to become super hilarious.
- Cody, no!
That could permanently change someone's personality!
It would be (realizing) wrong to do that.
Huh.
- Well, then you're about to become...
something you fear the most!
- WAIT. NO! (Ray zap)
(Evil laughter)
DAYCARE! GET IN MY CUBBY!
FULLPOWER!
(Beep, mechanical whirring) - AHHHHH!
- DUUUUUUUUUUUDE!
Duncan: BU-GAAAAAAWK!
- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Loud collapse)
- That's odd. I coulda sworn there was a school here.
- Hashtag hi parents! I'm ready for pickup!
- Gwen? Are you feeling okay?
(Snaps fingers) - Sure am silly.
- What have we done to her?
- We're deleting ourselves off social.
- B-R-Beeeeeeee! (Camera clicks)
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
Macarthur: Helloooooo?
- How'd you get in here? The front door was locked.
- Yeah, you should leave it unlocked.
It was crazy hard to kick in.
(Wood clanks)
Anyhoo, I got a package for... Creepy Kid in Egg Chair.
- That's me. - GAH!
This job does not pay enough.
- You're getting packages delivered to the school?
I don't like this.
- This should do the trick.
- A space w*apon from the future?!
I definitely don't like that!
- (Sigh) But you never said space weapons from the future
were against the rules, did you?
- Well... no.
- Then I guess we're good. - But--
Okay Gwen, you win this time.
- For the record, it's not a "space w*apon from the future".
Heh, that would be ridiculous.
It's a personality modifying ray.
It can make people nice, mean,
obedient, maudlin; anything!
I'm going to use it on my parents.
You see... they're going through a hipster phase
and it's frightening.
- I'll be in the haunted house all day! See ya!
- Wait! Pics or it didn't happen!
- Uggh. Fine, make it quick.
(Camera clicks)
- And look at your face. Hashtag gorgeous!
- What did you do to my face?!
- Oh wow, look at all the fun we had.
Let's go home.
- (Growl grows to a scream)
- Yes, my parents are... millennials.
This ray might fix 'em, but it could be dangerous.
So, to be safe, I'll test it on a few kids first.
♪♪♪
- Uh... S'up, dudette?
- How ya feeling today?
Maybe... sad?
(Ray zap) - (Sad) Duuuude.
- Okay, sad works. Let's try anxious,
(Ray zap) - Dude!
Angry... (Ray zap)
- Dude! - Confused...
(Ray zap) - Dude?
- Nice. Thanks Jude. As you were.
- (Confused giggle) (Cashing thud)
- That worked, but Jude's a pushover.
I better test it on more intense personalities.
That looks pretty intense.
- There you go, Cody. Since you let me bury you,
here's a cupcake just like I promised.
- Wow, thanks Duncan. You're a great friend.
And now these ants want to be my friend!
(Metal clank, snarl)
- AAAAAH! they're biting me!
These ants aren't good friends at all!
- (Laughs)
- Guys, SHHH!
I'm working on my extra credit assignment!
I know it's not due until the end of the year,
but still.
- Yep. Duncan's the biggest jerk alive.
Cody's spineless. And Courtney's so uptight
she could crush coal into diamonds.
Time for a change.
Let's make Duncan more...
disciplined.
- (Laughs) Ooo... I hope they feed you to their queen.
(Ray zap) - (Sighs)
Outdoor play ended twenty-eight seconds ago!
Chef is so irresponsible. I better get inside.
- Well, ants. I guess it's just you and me.
- Next up, an assertive Cody.
(Ray zap) - RRRRRAH!
AHHHH! BACK OFF, ANTS!
You need to learn proper social boundaries.
- Amazing.
Now Courtney. Time to chill out.
- There. Finished.
Now I'll just proof read it and-- (Ray zap) RRRAH!
Whoa...
there are so many words in this thing,
it's stressin' me out.
There, now you can't hurt anyone else with your words.
- If messing with people's heads is wrong,
I don't wanna be right.
- NO! PLEASE! DON'T DO IT, DUNCAN!
- Don't do ...what?
- Whatever it was you were going to do to me.
- I have no idea what you mean.
I just want to stand here and think about
what I can do to be a better role model for my classmates.
- What is happening? - I don't know.
I've just realized how fun it is to avoid mischief.
- Oh, that's a relief,
because I just finished a very delicate project.
(Button clicks)
- Behold, the glasses straightener.
Before, whenever I had to straighten my glasses,
I left finger prints on them.
But not anymore! Observe!
(Arm whirs)
Heh, if someone got their hands on this controller
they sure could have some fun at my expense.
- I don't see how anyone would enjoy doing that to someone.
- Whew! I will now place it on this cubbie -
right beside the blueberry pie, a rubber mallet,
and a diagram on how to give the perfect wedgie.
There. Now I can walk away safely.
- (Moaning) Huh? Stop it, hand.
I said stop!
- Duncan, what are you doing?
- I-I don't know.
I don't wanna prank, but I have an urge to prank.
(Ray zap) - AGH!
- Set up too easy.
Can't. Not. Prank.
- It's like he's becoming immune.
Maybe a few more tries.
(Ray zap) - Strong...urge...
(Ray zap) Come to Papa...
HA!
- Welp. I tried.
Duncan: Harold! - Yes?
(Splat) (Mechanical arm whirs)
(Mallet thuds) (Evil giggling)
- Hm. Maybe Duncan's a special case.
But I should probably check on the others.
- I am so sorry, ants! Please forgive me!
If you'll be my friends again,
I'll let you eat the cupcake.
(Ants cheer) It's working!
OUCH! The ants want to be my friends again!
OW! OWIE-OWIE-OW!
- Cody's a fail but at least Courtney's still okay.
- (Slurping)
- You get an A at being chill.
- Cool, bra.
Wait. Why not an A plus?
Am I slacking off at slacking off?!
I need to write an essay on how to slack of.
- (Sigh) Okaaaaaay.
So it only lasts a few minutes.
There must be some way to turbo charge this thing
into making the change permanent. Hm...
(Electricity crackles)
- Hey. Stop what you're doing.
- Is there a rule against using your car
to super charge a mind blaster?
- Hmm... Guhh!
I gotta update these rules of mine!
♪♪♪
(Flames whoosh) Chef: My car!
- AHHH! My glutes can't take the pressure!
- (Laughs) This is the best.
(Door bursts open)
- Obey your blaster.
(Ray zap) - AGH!
- Thanks for inviting me to your house,
but my body feels a little numb.
(Ray zap)
(Ray zap)
- (Blows) Attitude problem... solved.
- Soooooo chiiiiiill.... (Slurps)
- That's pretty chill.
(Rock thuds) - Cody, you feeling assertive?
- (Demonic voice) THE WORLD BELONGS TO ME!
(Flames whoosh) BWAHAHA!
- Very good.
- Duncan, you disciplined?
- Must obey. Must obey.
- Well, everything seems in order here.
- Little help? - Must obey.
(Mechanical arm whirs)
- No! That's Cody's now, called it!
- Must obey.
(Landing thud) - OOF! (Pained grunt)
- You're Cody's now! Everything is Cody's!
- Now-now, Cody. If something belongs to you,
you should put it in your cubby.
Imma walk away now.
- HAROLD! GET IN MY CUBBY!
- Must obey.
- Whoa! What's going on?
(Mechanical whir)
ANTS? GET IN MY CUBBY!
(Chainsaw whirs, tree thuds)
Bees? GET IN MY CUBBY!
(Keys clack, engine roars to a halt)
- ARMY? GET IN MY CUBBY!
- Wow. That is so... not my problem.
- EGGCHAIR? GET IN MY CUBBY!
- Must obey!
- Okay, now they crossed a line.
Chef, Cody n' Duncan are being bad.
- Troublemakers. I'll look into it.
- Chill, Chef. S'all good, man.
Just live your life
or whatever. (Slurps)
- Oh that's a relief. Thanks, Courtney.
- What?! But, Chef. The noise?!
- Yeah, but... Courtney's the biggest tattletale
who ever tattled a tale.
She does it like, all the time.
So if she says s'all good, s'all good.
- What do you mean we can't fit anything else in there?
(Muffled moans)
- Dude, stop being such a try-hard.
Let the cubby take what it wants.
- You mean attach a turbo vacuum
so my cubby sucks in the entire school?
Duncan, can you--
- (Robotic voice) Way ahead of you.
- The blaster may be a little over powered,
but at least I won't have to take anymore family selfies.
(Vacuum whirs) What now?!
- Hey! What's going on?!
(Vacuum whirs) OH NO!
I never should've listened to COURTNEYYYYY!
(Evil laughter)
- That does it!
Someone needs an attitude adjustment.
- Give that to Cody!
- Yeah. That's the idea. - Must obey.
- Duncan, blast Cody! - Must obey.
- No, blast Gwen! - Must obey.
- Cody! - Gwen!
- Cody! - Gwen!
- Cody! - Gwen! - Cody!
- Duncan, Pretend you're a chicken!
- Must obey.
BUCK-BUCK-BUGAAAWK!
- How does that help? - It's hilarious.
- It's about to become super hilarious.
- Cody, no!
That could permanently change someone's personality!
It would be (realizing) wrong to do that.
Huh.
- Well, then you're about to become...
something you fear the most!
- WAIT. NO! (Ray zap)
(Evil laughter)
DAYCARE! GET IN MY CUBBY!
FULLPOWER!
(Beep, mechanical whirring) - AHHHHH!
- DUUUUUUUUUUUDE!
Duncan: BU-GAAAAAAWK!
- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Loud collapse)
- That's odd. I coulda sworn there was a school here.
- Hashtag hi parents! I'm ready for pickup!
- Gwen? Are you feeling okay?
(Snaps fingers) - Sure am silly.
- What have we done to her?
- We're deleting ourselves off social.
- B-R-Beeeeeeee! (Camera clicks)
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