03x24 - CodE.T.
Posted: 02/29/24 15:28
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Courtney: Duck... duck... duck...
duck, duck...duuuuck...
duck, duck...
- Just pick a stupid goose already!
- GOOSE!
(Computing beeps, powering-up hum)
(Beeping) All: (Gasp)
CODYYYYYYY!
- Courtney! You know we gotta be careful
playing human games with Cody
since he's ot-nay uman-hay.
- Ooooh, Latin. (Slurps)
- You sayin' Cody ain't human?
- Correct. He's an alien.
But surely he can handle being a goose
for two minutes.
So relax, he'll be fine.
- AHHHHHHHHHHHH! - CODYYYYYY!
- Wow. Overreact much.
- Hi, Lightning Jackson. New kid in class.
I was wondering...
WHAT IS GOING ONNNNNN?!
- (Whirring)
- I don't feel so good.
- Of course you don't, your head just fell off!
- Easy guys.
There's a very simple explanation for all of this.
You see, a while back, Izzy built a rocket,
went to space, landed on an alien planet
inhabited entirely by other Codys,
then she came back.
- We don't talk about it much
'cause there are soooo many other stories to tell.
At least five seasons worth. (Nervous laughter)
- Co-deee phone--
- Whoa! WHOA!
You trying to get us sued?
Think, man, think!
- Callll Planet Co-deeeeeee...?
- Okay, that's better.
What's the number, big guy? - Stop.
There's no reason to call Cody's home planet.
We can just take him to a Doctor's Office.
I'm not about to have an intergalactic incident
pinned on me just because Cody can't handle his
Duck, Duck, Goose!
Nooooo no no no-no-no.
I am keeping a lid on this thing.
- Uh, Courtney,
you can't just take an alien to a human doctor.
- Have some faith in modern medicine.
We are taking Cody to a doctor and that's that.
Chef will drive us. C'mon.
- Leaving us alone seems irresponsible.
Who'll watch us while you're gone?
- This picture I drew of myself is in charge 'til I get back.
- Can I go to the bathroom, Chef?
I really need to go. (Panting)
CHEFFFF? Can I? PLEEEASE?!
- This place is like, whaaaaaaaat?
- Oh yeah, it's all the weirds.
(Siren wails)
- Okay, Cody. Say ahhhh.
- Ahhhh. (Gags)
- AHHHHHHHH! AHH!
AHHHHH! AHHH! AH!
- Who's supposed to be saying "ahhh",
you or Cody?
- AHHH! (Pained groan, bone crack)
- Now do you see why you don't bring alien kids
to human doctors?
- This is a minor setback.
I know a place that specializes
in exactly this kind of thing. C'mon.
- Wait. What about her? - (Pained groan)
- She's a doctor. She can fix her own bones!
- We're here.
- Is this, is this Area ?!
An intergalactic jail for bad aliens.
Cody's not safe here.
- (Sighs) Stop worrying.
We will find an alien doctor,
get alien medicine and go back to school,
but first we need a distraction to get by the guards.
How's it going Chef?
- It took a lot of talcum powder to get into this outfit.
Now can you tell me why I'm dressed like this?
Guard: ALIEN AT THE WEST GATE! ALIEN!
- AHHHHH! (Lasers blast)
- Okay, the coast is clear.
Let's head for the main building
and find the medical bay.
- Callll Planet Codyyyy.
- Hey! If we just go to the roof,
I could hack that giant satellite dish
and contact Cody's Home Planet.
- Pfft! A long distance space call during peak hours?
For an extra terrestrial headache? NO.
We'll stick to my plan, thank you.
(Ominous groans)
- Courtney, I don't think the doctors here help aliens.
- Yeah, the doctors here are evil.
- Um, no, they took a Hippocratic oath,
so I am sure-- (Ominous groans)
- It sounds like it's coming from behind this door.
- (Ominous groans) - No, Gilgatrex.
No dessert 'til you finish your broccoli.
- (Creature roars)
- I knew it; the hatred of broccoli is intergalactic.
- Let's just find the medical bay and fix Cody ourselves!
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There. Now just relax, Cody,
while I cure your weird alien disease.
There must be some space surgery tools
around here somewhere.
- Maybe we should just listen to Cody
and call his home planet.
- You lost all credibility at "listen to Cody".
(Whirs open) - Ah. Perfect.
(Click)
(Jackhammering sound) Whoa!
AHHHHHHHHHH!
AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Okay, (Nervous laugh)
maybe this one is for slightly more delicate work.
(Laser blast, hair sizzles) - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
- Interesting. (Tool clanks)
Maybeeee...
- Hey! What are you kids doing--
(Splat!)
- Okay, that's it.
- We're going to the satellite
so Harold can send a space message.
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- I like Cody,
but what if his weirdo planet decides
I did something wrong. Whatever it takes,
I am NOT letting Harold make that call.
Luckily, I found this.
(Beeping)
(Alarm blares)
(Doors whir open)
- What an unfortunate turn of events.
(Screaming)
- (Gasps) C'mon Kitty, I'll keep you safe.
- (Beeps) There.
Now I'll ride out the alien prison riot
from the safety of this impenetrable medical bay.
Oh, come on!
- (Creatures roar) - AHHH!!
Harold: Ruuuun! - Oh kids, I'm so glad to see--
(Goo splats) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
- Wait. Was that Chef?
- Ummm... better safe than sorry?
- AHHHHHHHHH!
(Laser beam hums)
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- Who's a good laser kitty?
You are! Yes, you are!
Ewwww! Okay.
We should probably head back to school now.
- What?!? NO!
We need to get Cody's message to his home planet!
- Callll Planet Codyyyyyyy...
- We're try'innnggg.
Ughhhh...
- We're heading up to the roof. Are you with us?
- Okay, entering the celestial coordinates for Planet Cody.
- Uh, Harold? You might wanna hurry?
♪ Ta ta ta ♪
- Almost there!
Just connecting to the server and...
(Jackhammering)
(Computer fizzles, shuts off)
COURTNEY! WHYYYYY?!
- I can't let you contact Planet Cody.
What if they blame me for his Duck Duck Goosing
and then eat me?!
- Thanks to you... we're all gettin' eaten.
(Creatures groan)
- I guess this is it.
Nice knowing you, Izzy. Courtney? Not so much.
- (Meows)
- Come here, kitty, and do your thing.
(Laser blasts, creatures groan)
Best kitty ever. (Kitty purrs)
Both: Phew...
(Energy hums)
- What's he doing!?
(Ship whooshes)
- (Gasp) He must've contacted Planet Cody!
It's the Mothership!
(Energy hums)
- Great. I'm toast.
(Ship whooshes)
I'm sorry! It was me!
I'm the one who Duck Duck Goosed Cody
and made him sick. Oh don't eat me!
(Crying)
- Hmm that's odd. Codys are equipped
with excellent Duck Duck Goose systems.
Ahh, just as I suspected.
This Cody never got
a Bleezletorpus . upgrade patch.
- We'll get you a new Cody.
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- I'm out-dated!
WEEEEEEEEE...
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- Ahhh. I just love that new Cody smell.
- I smell like Cody! - Wait.
So we get a new Cody and that's it?
I'm not in trouble?
All: (Laughing)
- You're not in trouble at all!
- PHEW! I was so worried about it.
First I got a human doctor pulverized,
then froze a guard in goo,
then put my own teacher in extreme danger,
and I even released Alien prisoners from their cells!
- You released Alien prisoners?
- Y-Yeeesss?
- Releasing Alien prisoners is a Class Varknazzle Felony.
You're under arrest.
♪ Ta Da ♪
- Awww crud.
- It'll take months to round up all those aliens.
We'll just have to hope they don't cause any trouble.
All (Screaming) (Slithering sounds)
- (Gulps) I don't need the bathroom anymore.
- DO SOMETHING!
Owen: CHEF! All: AAAAAAAAAH!
- Glad we convinced them that Chef wasn't an alien criminal.
- And we got ourselves a brand new Cody.
- Everything worked out great.
- So? Uh, what game you guys wanna play next?
- Ooh! Duck, Duck, Goooose!
Courtney: (Furious scream)
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Courtney: Duck... duck... duck...
duck, duck...duuuuck...
duck, duck...
- Just pick a stupid goose already!
- GOOSE!
(Computing beeps, powering-up hum)
(Beeping) All: (Gasp)
CODYYYYYYY!
- Courtney! You know we gotta be careful
playing human games with Cody
since he's ot-nay uman-hay.
- Ooooh, Latin. (Slurps)
- You sayin' Cody ain't human?
- Correct. He's an alien.
But surely he can handle being a goose
for two minutes.
So relax, he'll be fine.
- AHHHHHHHHHHHH! - CODYYYYYY!
- Wow. Overreact much.
- Hi, Lightning Jackson. New kid in class.
I was wondering...
WHAT IS GOING ONNNNNN?!
- (Whirring)
- I don't feel so good.
- Of course you don't, your head just fell off!
- Easy guys.
There's a very simple explanation for all of this.
You see, a while back, Izzy built a rocket,
went to space, landed on an alien planet
inhabited entirely by other Codys,
then she came back.
- We don't talk about it much
'cause there are soooo many other stories to tell.
At least five seasons worth. (Nervous laughter)
- Co-deee phone--
- Whoa! WHOA!
You trying to get us sued?
Think, man, think!
- Callll Planet Co-deeeeeee...?
- Okay, that's better.
What's the number, big guy? - Stop.
There's no reason to call Cody's home planet.
We can just take him to a Doctor's Office.
I'm not about to have an intergalactic incident
pinned on me just because Cody can't handle his
Duck, Duck, Goose!
Nooooo no no no-no-no.
I am keeping a lid on this thing.
- Uh, Courtney,
you can't just take an alien to a human doctor.
- Have some faith in modern medicine.
We are taking Cody to a doctor and that's that.
Chef will drive us. C'mon.
- Leaving us alone seems irresponsible.
Who'll watch us while you're gone?
- This picture I drew of myself is in charge 'til I get back.
- Can I go to the bathroom, Chef?
I really need to go. (Panting)
CHEFFFF? Can I? PLEEEASE?!
- This place is like, whaaaaaaaat?
- Oh yeah, it's all the weirds.
(Siren wails)
- Okay, Cody. Say ahhhh.
- Ahhhh. (Gags)
- AHHHHHHHH! AHH!
AHHHHH! AHHH! AH!
- Who's supposed to be saying "ahhh",
you or Cody?
- AHHH! (Pained groan, bone crack)
- Now do you see why you don't bring alien kids
to human doctors?
- This is a minor setback.
I know a place that specializes
in exactly this kind of thing. C'mon.
- Wait. What about her? - (Pained groan)
- She's a doctor. She can fix her own bones!
- We're here.
- Is this, is this Area ?!
An intergalactic jail for bad aliens.
Cody's not safe here.
- (Sighs) Stop worrying.
We will find an alien doctor,
get alien medicine and go back to school,
but first we need a distraction to get by the guards.
How's it going Chef?
- It took a lot of talcum powder to get into this outfit.
Now can you tell me why I'm dressed like this?
Guard: ALIEN AT THE WEST GATE! ALIEN!
- AHHHHH! (Lasers blast)
- Okay, the coast is clear.
Let's head for the main building
and find the medical bay.
- Callll Planet Codyyyy.
- Hey! If we just go to the roof,
I could hack that giant satellite dish
and contact Cody's Home Planet.
- Pfft! A long distance space call during peak hours?
For an extra terrestrial headache? NO.
We'll stick to my plan, thank you.
(Ominous groans)
- Courtney, I don't think the doctors here help aliens.
- Yeah, the doctors here are evil.
- Um, no, they took a Hippocratic oath,
so I am sure-- (Ominous groans)
- It sounds like it's coming from behind this door.
- (Ominous groans) - No, Gilgatrex.
No dessert 'til you finish your broccoli.
- (Creature roars)
- I knew it; the hatred of broccoli is intergalactic.
- Let's just find the medical bay and fix Cody ourselves!
♪♪♪
There. Now just relax, Cody,
while I cure your weird alien disease.
There must be some space surgery tools
around here somewhere.
- Maybe we should just listen to Cody
and call his home planet.
- You lost all credibility at "listen to Cody".
(Whirs open) - Ah. Perfect.
(Click)
(Jackhammering sound) Whoa!
AHHHHHHHHHH!
AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Okay, (Nervous laugh)
maybe this one is for slightly more delicate work.
(Laser blast, hair sizzles) - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
- Interesting. (Tool clanks)
Maybeeee...
- Hey! What are you kids doing--
(Splat!)
- Okay, that's it.
- We're going to the satellite
so Harold can send a space message.
♪♪♪
- I like Cody,
but what if his weirdo planet decides
I did something wrong. Whatever it takes,
I am NOT letting Harold make that call.
Luckily, I found this.
(Beeping)
(Alarm blares)
(Doors whir open)
- What an unfortunate turn of events.
(Screaming)
- (Gasps) C'mon Kitty, I'll keep you safe.
- (Beeps) There.
Now I'll ride out the alien prison riot
from the safety of this impenetrable medical bay.
Oh, come on!
- (Creatures roar) - AHHH!!
Harold: Ruuuun! - Oh kids, I'm so glad to see--
(Goo splats) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
- Wait. Was that Chef?
- Ummm... better safe than sorry?
- AHHHHHHHHH!
(Laser beam hums)
♪♪♪
- Who's a good laser kitty?
You are! Yes, you are!
Ewwww! Okay.
We should probably head back to school now.
- What?!? NO!
We need to get Cody's message to his home planet!
- Callll Planet Codyyyyyyy...
- We're try'innnggg.
Ughhhh...
- We're heading up to the roof. Are you with us?
- Okay, entering the celestial coordinates for Planet Cody.
- Uh, Harold? You might wanna hurry?
♪ Ta ta ta ♪
- Almost there!
Just connecting to the server and...
(Jackhammering)
(Computer fizzles, shuts off)
COURTNEY! WHYYYYY?!
- I can't let you contact Planet Cody.
What if they blame me for his Duck Duck Goosing
and then eat me?!
- Thanks to you... we're all gettin' eaten.
(Creatures groan)
- I guess this is it.
Nice knowing you, Izzy. Courtney? Not so much.
- (Meows)
- Come here, kitty, and do your thing.
(Laser blasts, creatures groan)
Best kitty ever. (Kitty purrs)
Both: Phew...
(Energy hums)
- What's he doing!?
(Ship whooshes)
- (Gasp) He must've contacted Planet Cody!
It's the Mothership!
(Energy hums)
- Great. I'm toast.
(Ship whooshes)
I'm sorry! It was me!
I'm the one who Duck Duck Goosed Cody
and made him sick. Oh don't eat me!
(Crying)
- Hmm that's odd. Codys are equipped
with excellent Duck Duck Goose systems.
Ahh, just as I suspected.
This Cody never got
a Bleezletorpus . upgrade patch.
- We'll get you a new Cody.
♪♪♪
- I'm out-dated!
WEEEEEEEEE...
♪♪♪
- Ahhh. I just love that new Cody smell.
- I smell like Cody! - Wait.
So we get a new Cody and that's it?
I'm not in trouble?
All: (Laughing)
- You're not in trouble at all!
- PHEW! I was so worried about it.
First I got a human doctor pulverized,
then froze a guard in goo,
then put my own teacher in extreme danger,
and I even released Alien prisoners from their cells!
- You released Alien prisoners?
- Y-Yeeesss?
- Releasing Alien prisoners is a Class Varknazzle Felony.
You're under arrest.
♪ Ta Da ♪
- Awww crud.
- It'll take months to round up all those aliens.
We'll just have to hope they don't cause any trouble.
All (Screaming) (Slithering sounds)
- (Gulps) I don't need the bathroom anymore.
- DO SOMETHING!
Owen: CHEF! All: AAAAAAAAAH!
- Glad we convinced them that Chef wasn't an alien criminal.
- And we got ourselves a brand new Cody.
- Everything worked out great.
- So? Uh, what game you guys wanna play next?
- Ooh! Duck, Duck, Goooose!
Courtney: (Furious scream)
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