![]() So she took her peanut butter sandwich for a walk." The end. ![]() She had a VCR, but wanted a DVD, and the gods sent munchkins to hypnotize her water-skis. Sheen: "The queen flew on the wings of an eagle. the Mutant Pus-Spitting Mummy." I can read this stuff. Sheen: Hey, I saw this in "Ultra Lord vs. The ancient Egyptian art of picture writing. I can turn it into a hot little dance club/restaurant/boutique/water park/… Carl: Hey, Jimmy. Maybe she's your great-great-great-great-great… great-great-great grandmother! Libby: I'm royalty. Cindy: She looks just like… Carl: Me? Libby: No. Carl: IT'S… Jimmy: It's Queen Hazabataslapya! Sheen: Smokin'. Carl: Oh, that's good, 'cause… Dead things?! Uh, I'm allergic to dead things! Jimmy: Don't worry, Carl. Cindy: Shouldn't we like, call National Geographic or Harvard? Libby: Or Harrison Ford?Ĭarl: Okay, are things gonna like, jump out at us and scare us? Sheen: No, Carl. Sheen: You think there's a bathroom in there? Jimmy: We shall now enter the lost tomb and see what has been unseen for 3,000 years. What are you looking at? Jimmy: The entrance to the lost tomb of the Queen Hazabataslapya. Jimmy: SANDSTORM!Ĭindy: Okay Neutron, once again you blew it, big time… Hey, Jumblehead, I'm yelling at you. Libby: Jimmy, what's happening? Jimmy: The increased air friction has created a high-intensity displacement of the ground covering… Cindy: Cut to the chase. Jimmy: Let's have an Egyptian Beach Party! Sheen: I'm in.Ĭarl: All my life I wanted to go an authentic Egyptian Beach Party! Jimmy: Party? Sheen: Uh, Jimmy? Where's the bathroom? All I see is sand, and I'm not a cat. Let's have a party in this beautiful spot. Jimmy: But, guys, we're here in an exotic, distant, foreign land. Cindy: And so ends another chapter of the boring and stupid adventures of Jimmy Neutron. I need to apply some emergency skincare products. Cindy: Duh! That's why the call it the "lost tomb," not the, here-it-is tomb: "come inside and have a milkshake." Carl: Oh, Swimmy loved milkshakes. Can I stop now? Cindy: Way to go, Neutron. ![]() We're going to find the lost tomb of Queen Hazabataslapya.Ĭarl: Jimmy…I've been saying, "Toot Van Halen" for 3 hours. Jimmy: Light speed to Egypt! Cindy: This better not be like the time you took us to the center of the earth and all we found was a bunch of hot dirt. Cindy: Really? Sheen: Oh, wait, did I say baseball? I meant spray-on-eyebrows. ![]() Why don't you tell us a fact for the ten-millionth time? Sheen: I'm related to the guy that invented baseball. Jimmy: All aboard for Egypt! Libby: Did you guys know I'm related to Cleopatra? Cindy: No. Like the Loch Ness Monster or North Dakota. Carl: But, what if we get caught? Sheen: We're not gonna get caught.Ĭarl: Guys, we can't leave school! It's ditching, and it'll go on our permanent record! Sheen: Carl, how many times do I have to tell you? Your permanent record is just a myth. Jimmy: I'll go home and get my hover car and meet you guys in back of the school. Who's up for a quick trip to Egypt? Cindy: What could be more boring than going with you to Egypt? Let's roll. They might rise from the dead and attack us! Jimmy: What am I doing sitting here? I'm a science genius. I wanna see real mummies! Carl: Oh, I don't. Jimmy: I don't wanna see videos of mummies. Miss Fowl: Butch, would you get the lights? Butch: Sure thing, teach. Miss Fowl: Today, we will watch part one of Ken Burns' 97-hour documentary on the history of mummies. Sheen: Jimmy, we might have a pop quiz today. ![]() Sheen: Why must the good die young?! Jimmy: Now I thought re-stimulating his brain waves with my new Electro-Life device would bring him back. I couldn't bring your goldfish back to life. Beach Party Mummy Jimmy: Oh, sorry, Carl. ![]()
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