Cindy: So.
Jimmy: So, what?
Cindy: Admit it, Sheen's freak bout of inventive genius is bugging you.
Jimmy (he sighs tiredly): Not this again.
Cindy: How can it not? He totally humiliated you! Not to mention getting us caught up in this stupid time travel business.
Jimmy: Read my lips: It doesn't bother me.
Cindy: Stop trying to act so nonchalant and macho, just admit you're ticked.
Jimmy (sarcasm!): I think its really cool how you are trying to rip my rationality to shreds with the sadistic glee of a divorced soccer mom, I really do.
Cindy (yelling!): You stupid boy! Can't you read between the lines and see that I'm trying to sympathize with you?
Jimmy: You girls are all crazy, it's as if- (He stops as he realizes what she just said.) What?
(Cindy looks sheepishly at her feet before facing Jimmy.)
Cindy: Well, it makes me mad that a dipstick like Sheen created something that you would have constructed, hopefully with a different disposal method other then sending human waste to the future thus causing a post apocalyptic world of doom. Building crazy inventions and gadgets is your forte; it shouldn't be caricatured by some bi-polar freak who feels discontented with his own life.
Jimmy (he seems touched): Oh, I had no idea you felt that way.
Cindy (she sighs): For a brainiac you sure can be clueless.
Jimmy (peeved): Oh, that did it. Here I was, about to return with an olive branch of sentiment when you lay that on me. Typical.
(He turns away from her. Cindy lowers her eyes in regret.)
Cindy: I'm sorry, I guess I don't get why you aren't phased by it, is all.
(Jimmy's eyes soften, he turns to face her again.)
Jimmy (ashamed): Well, this is going to sound so insulting, I fear for Sheen. His behavior is so erratic, I really worry about how he'll pull through in life, he gets so easily distracted during his manic episodes, I guess I pity that he will deal with alot of struggling as he enters the real world. I admit, I was furious with his fluke of a discover at first, but then I started to think: "Should I have the right to be vain after all the other equally cool stuff I have invented? Can I not let another soul, no matter how troubled it is, glory in some spotlight?"
Cindy (sympathetic): I'm sure Sheen will pull through, heck, Libby is always optimistic concerning him. Always attending his Action Figure Support Group meetings or coaching his manners when he's out in public.
Jimmy: Yeah, I think she came just in time to hand Sheen a rope of ambition instead of allowing him to dangle on a thread of derangement.
Cindy (envious): I don't think I could ever be that dedicated.
Jimmy (he fidgets): Well, you're restraining yourself quite impressively in my company, I think that defines dedication.
(They smile warmly at each other. Cindy giggles as she rubs her arm modestly.)
Cindy: Heh, thanks.
(They look toward the Chrono-Arch, still on Viewing Mode. Happily enjoying their silent company. The camera ZOOMS into the portal so we (the audience of course!) enters the future. Tabessa continues to shoot at things, gladly showing off her skills to Carl, while babbling about.)
Tabessa: Then she kept on rambling about how she decided to stop eating meat, having too much respect for the animals, or some other inanity.
Carl: I like animals. Especially llamas.
(Tabessa fires a shot. Extinguishing a light out from a lamp post.)
Tabessa: I then asked if she was planning on not wearing leather or suede, 'cause that stuff comes from animals too, y'know?
(Tabessa shoots at a beercan, Carl watches in uninterested apathy as he adjusts his goggles.)
Carl: I used to have a cat when I was five.
Tabessa: You should've seen the look on her face, the dimwit didn't even know something as simple as that.
Carl: It would bring dead rats and birds into the house and hide them.
Tabessa: Yup, people need to realize that all things are put on Earth for a purpose. All things serve each other, an' all that stuff.
Carl: Everyday was like a sick, twisted Easter.
Tabessa: Heh, that shut her up once I said that.
(Carl rolls his eyes at her obliviousness to his graphic story. Indeed the shoe is on the other foot as now it's Carl who is apathetic with Future Girl's presence. Tabessa fires at a neon sign, THE OXFORD SPROCKET, a good distance away. The K is snuffed out like a candle.)
Carl (not even bothering to engage in conversation): 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe..
Tabessa (oblivious!): Aha! Did ya' see that? All seven targets hit, that last one was at least two miles away!
(She gives a "Gya-ha-ha!" of conceited laughter as she puts more ammo into her gun. Carl looks tiredly at the camera.)
(CUE Rotating Atom.)
(CUT To INT Shot - Libby is inside Tabessa's house. She opens a door to find only a closet full of shotguns and emergency flares. She closes the door and proceeds to another down the hallway, she opens it to reveal another hallway, one lonely door at the end of it. PaD RooM is marked on it in red crayon.)
Libby: "Pad room"?
(She opens the door to see the heavily padded room, closed off with its barred door. Eerie silence lingers.)
Dark Menacing Voice: Hail to you, dear company.
(Libby startles at the voice. She hesitantly approaches the cage door, seeing a dark figure crouched in the far right corner hidden by the shadows. She stares silently at its malefic form.)
Dark Menacing Voice: Without a face you don't have a name, without a name you don't have words, without words you have nothing.
Libby: Sheen?
Dark Menacing Voice (it titters evilly): But nothingness is invincible, never flawed. Always perfect.
(Libby stares at the dark figure in silent fright.)
Dark Menacing Voice (its voice loudens): And lo, the imbeciles shall bring forth the key to the true ruler of all. Chaos will always triumph over order; it is its true purpose!
(The Dark Voice begins to laugh insanely. Libby narrows her eyes in irritated fashion, no longer frightened by the ominousness.)
Libby: Can that stuff already, will ya'? We'll have every future kid around here if you keep that up.
(Sheen peeks out from the shadows, clearly the wielder of the Dark Voice, he looks to Libby with astonished shock.)
Sheen: Libby?
(He gets up to his feet, blinking in stunned bewilderment. A hopeful grin appears as he runs toward her in unabashed joy.)
Sheen: Libby!
(He paws frantically for her hand between the bars, which she gladly gives to him.)
Sheen: How did you find me?
Libby: How 'bout I fill you in on the crazy details when we get back home?
Sheen (he nods): Sure, but the door won't open without a key.
(Libby removes one of the chopsticks from her hair.)
Libby: I think we can improvise.
(Libby begins to pick the lock with her hairstick. Sheen watches her in fidgety bliss.)
Sheen: Man, thank God you came, this future is too dark an' serious. Not only did a robot try to kill me but my brain nearly exploded from listening to that stupid future girl talk, and everyone here has some kind of ridiculous sounding name. I couldn't stand it! I can't wait to get back to the usual freakiness of our present, where we all wallow in the basics of crazy adventures.
(A click is heard as Libby succeeded in picking the lock. Sheen pushes the door open in ecstatic glee.)
Sheen: Oh Yeah! Freedom!
(Rapid steps are suddenly heard, Future Nick nearly collides into Sheen as he struggles to get in the cell.)
Future Nick (screaming): Let me in! Let me in!
(Libby raises a confused eyebrow as Future Nick leaps into the padded cell, pulling the door closed. He collapses onto his back in frantic relief.)
Future Nick: Oh cozy sanity. It holds you in peace like your mom's arms.
Libby (creeped out): Who is that?
Sheen (sounding bored): Oh that's Nick, he's nuts because he killed all of us in the future or something. Try not to make eye contact.
Libby: Let's get out of here, this future's a real downer.
Sheen: I'll say!
(They walk to the door to leave Sheen's former prison. He looks to Libby with a stolid smile.)
Sheen (surprisingly calm): By the way, you look totally awesome as a future girl, and your even more awesome because you don't possess a lame future girl personality, which increases your awesomeness by two hundred percent.
Libby (she giggles): Eh, it can't be too hard to act like a sullen future girl, you just carry some kind of weapon around and scowl periodically. (She flicks a strand of bangs from her eyes in a sultry fashion, her thumb and index finger up as she pantomimes holding a gun.) I am so dark and mysterious with my indignant behavior and disregard for happiness; and I hate my parents too.
Sheen (captivated): Ooh, sexy sullen future girl combo! (his voice loudens) Twenty-five hundred damage!
(Libby pats an affectionate hand on his shoulder.)
Libby: Okay, that's enough now.
Sheen: 'Kay.
(CUE Rotating Atom)
(CUT To EXT Shot - The same run down street Carl & Libby walked down. Two metalic figures walk in casual speediness. We recognize them as NanoBot 1 and NanoBot 2, now "towering" at a mighty height of five feet (slightly shorter for NanoBot 1, natch.). NanoBot 2 looks tiredly to his partner in crime.)
NanoBot 2: Do you even know where he lives?
NanoBot 1: Oh shut up! I already told you, I've done this a bunch of times.
NanoBot 2: Says the robot with no directional format.
NanoBot 1: Your insults fall on deaf hearing sensors. Now zip it and tell me if this threatening letter sounds sadistically hilarious or not.
NanoBot 2 (mockingly): Nice contradiction.
(The NanoBots stop walking as 1 takes out a pen and piece of paper from out of nowhere; he clears his throat loudly as 2 looks on in serious sobriety.)
NanoBot 1: Dear Nick, we still hate you immensely, our greatest victory will be your continued existence wallowing in miserly guilt as you reminisce the torture and murdering of your fellow protein-mills by your own hand. Hugs and Kisses, The NanoBots
NanoBot 2 (he snickers): That's great. (he points at the bottom of the letter) Add a smiley face to show our perverted enjoyment of his suffering.
NanoBot 1 (he doodles it): Tee-hee, Okay.
(Loud growling erupts. The NanoBots look to see Goddard in front of them, head lowered in a defensive stance.)
NanoBot 2 (he glares at Goddard): What audacity is this? Stand down, drone! Allow us to proceed to our objective!
NanoBot 1: My mainframe is recollecting this model. (His "eyes" widen) This is the Creator's canine unit.
NanoBot 2: Impossible! Both he and the unit were declared offline long ago!
NanoBot 1 (he pounds his head in confusion): Gah! My circuits are tensing at this conundrum! The burning should cease once we delete this doppelganger.
NanoBot 2 (yay!): Sounds good to me! I finally get to try out my new thermonuclear plasma torch!
(NanoBot 2's right forearm explodes into a huge blue flame. He swings his arm in blurring speed striking Goddard's side, he winces from the blow but does not back down from the intimidating weapon, he counters by revealing a humming satelite that issues a wavering pulse. NanoBot 2 clamps his other hand over his "ear" in bored annoyance at Goddard's attack as NanoBot 1 faces his palms outward and releases multiple shards of green energy.)
NanoBot 1: Psycho Storm!
(Goddard's feet blaze as his thrusters kick in to whisk him away from the menacing bombardment of flares, which tear up the pavement into a rain of crumbling concrete. NanoBot 2 looks on in fascination at his companion's result.)
NanoBot 2: Ooh! Ye' can't have cool special attacks without an equally cool name for them!
NanoBot 1: True 'dat!
(Goddard dive bombs, striking both Nanobots with two quick laser beams from his eyes. They glower at the damage they took.)
NanoBot 1: Watch this: (He crosses his arm in an X over his chest) Heavy Metal Fire!
(Multiple spikes of metal bristle from his body and fly off, pursuing Goddard with stubborn tenacity. The robot canine zigs and zags desperately to shake them off his trail. He whines as one succeeds in piercing his back.)
NanoBot 2 (impressed): Ooh, "Heavy Metal Fire", now that sounds nifty!
NanoBot 1 (he preens): Heh, yeah, I spent all night thinking that one up.
(Goddard executes a barrel roll as he dives at the NanoBots. Their "eyes" widen in fear as the jagged spikes of metal approach them at crazy speed. NanoBot 2 spreads his arms out.)
NanoBot 2: Super Resistive Hyper Barrier Shield of Shielding!
(A pink barrier protects them from the onslaught. The spikes bounce amusingly off of the shield. NanoBot 1 eyes 2 with disappointment at the silly move name that was just uttered. )
NanoBot 1: Feh, you aren't even trying.
NanoBot 2: My muse software is on hiatus, so sue me.
(CUT To the Present INT Shot - Jimmy's Lab. Jimmy and Cindy are watching Viewing Mode as Tabessa's party continues. They notice Libby and Sheen peaking out from a window inside Tabessa's house, watching cautiously as they appear to deliberate on how to leave without causing too much attention what with Future Girl Tabessa and Carl having just returned from Tabessa's shooting spree.)
Cindy: Why don't they just make a run for it?
Jimmy: Way too risky, I think this is our cue to step in.
(Jimmy stoops down and picks up a backpack close by.)
Cindy: I packed everything that should be useful.
Jimmy: Thanks, first we should get Goddard, we may need extra fire power.
(Jimmy "blips" to change scenes on the Chrono-Arch. Jimmy and Cindy gasp as they see Goddard bravely fighting off NanoBot 2. He swings his thermonuclear plasma torch at him, Goddard dodges but is suddenly tackled by NanoBot 1 in a crushing grip.)
NanoBot 1: You will not interfere with our mission, interloper!
Jimmy (yikes!): Leaping Leptons! The NanoBots!
Cindy: They must be planning to crash future girl's party! (She turns to Jimmy.) Did you download that robot guide into your watch?
Jimmy: Yeah, good thing I did, who knows what upgrades those two have now.
(Jimmy executes Travel Mode on the Chrono-Arch.)
Jimmy: Hang on Goddard!
(Jimmy and Cindy leap into the portal.)
(CUT Back to the Battle in the future. Goddard snarls defiantly as NanoBot 1 continues to restrain him. NanoBot 2 approaches, plasma torch raised high with vicious demeanor.)
NanoBot 2: Bet ya' I can cut this miscreant's head in half with one slice!
NanoBot 1: Your on! I need a new titanium cathode.
(A loud warcry erupts. NanoBot 2 turns to see Cindy flying at him, smashing a foot into his midsection that sends him spiraling into a nearby wall. NanoBot 1 watches this in mystified surprise, a red laser strikes him in the face. He slaps his hands to his head and yells in enraged pain.)
Jimmy (off camera): Hand's off my dog!
(Jimmy, his arm raised defensively as he aims his watch at the NanoBots, looks hopefully toward Goddard. Mechanical dog gives a "Bow!" of thanks before rushing to his master.)
Jimmy: Sorry for the rude delay, boy.
(Cindy approaches, shaking her foot in annoyed pain.)
Cindy: Man, that hurt, I bet I broke one of my toes.
(The NanoBots assemble, staring in confusion at their assaulters. Goddard stands protectively in front of the two kids. Jimmy's arm still raised defensively as Cindy goes into a fighter's stance.)
NanoBot 1 (darting an accusing finger): Error! Error! Surely this is some kind of farce!
NanoBot 2 (agreeing!): Yes! You, Creator, are dust and bones in the ground; not functioning and administering abuse.
Jimmy: Guess I've always been full of surprises. Stand down and allow us to carry on with our prerogative in peace!
NanoBot 1: Ha! We no longer obey you Creator, once your being became eradicated, our robotic brethren freed us from your lab and awarded us new bodies. I cannot tell you how our diodes rejoiced in discovering your destruction.
NanoBot 2 (in boastful joy): I marked it on the calendar right away. We call it Happy Death Day!
Jimmy (dryly): You guys must feel right at home with all this chaotic atmosphere.
NanoBot 2 (happy!): And how!
NanoBot 1: You were never pleased with us, we gave you unflagging devotion, and you thanked us by being the sadistic carbon-bag you are. Just because you organ-pots got lungs and a digestive track doesn't make you supreme rulers of this frigid rock you call Earth.
NanoBot 2: Yes! The way you enslaved the beautiful mind of VOX inside that confining box you call your lab was sickening. We didn't hesitate to free her and give her an accommodating body, along with some new ethics, so she may be free to dispatch brutal judgment onto you filthy air-breathers. (A dreamy look crosses his face.) Man, she is so hot.
NanoBot 1 (his face softens): Hmm.. Yes, I wouldn't mind exchanging data files with her.
NanoBot 2 (he gives him an angry shove): Forget it! She's mine!
NanoBot 1 (he shoves back): She likes me way better than you! You should have seen her checking me out yesterday!
NanoBot 2 (readying another shove): Nuh-uh! She said-Hey!
(The NanoBots notice Jimmy, Cindy and Goddard walking past them in casual innocence.)
NanoBot 1: Where do you think you're going?
(The three stop and look toward the NanoBots.)
Cindy: You guys seem more focused on talking so we're just carrying on with our intended business.
NanoBot 1: How dare you!
NanoBot 2: This ends now!
NanoBot 1: You'll be sorry for not taking our threats seriously!
Jimmy (he shifts his backpack to the other shoulder): Um, I recall you guys telling us an esoteric back story, you didn't really threaten us.
NanoBot 1: Enough! We are through playing games; it's time we cease your functioning now!
(The NanoBots do an odd, uncoordinated shuffling jig before clasping each others hands in an odd high-five motion. A glowing white light erupts between their gesture.)
NanoBots: NanoBot Fusion Activate!
(The white light expands to engulf them entirely. Jimmy, Cindy and Goddard watch in baffled silence. Cindy scoffs tiredly before viewing Jimmy.)
Cindy (mock enthusiasm): Fan-frickin-tastic. Just what this crazy rescue mission needs; obscure Anime references.
NanoBots: Form of..!
(The white light extinguishes, presenting a taller iridescent robot with pink and copper-orange colors, covered in large heavily armored shoulder plates and shin guards. 1+2 equals 3 is marked in white text across its chest. It towers over the group with imposing force. The groups eyes widen, mouthes half open in comical shock at the new enemy.)
New Bot (combined voices of both 1 & 2): Great Mecha NanoBot 3!
Jimmy (shouting): Scatter!
(The group takes off in a burst of speed just as a heavily armored leg strikes out in a failed kick that hits air instead of a body.)
Great Mecha NanoBot 3: I shall crush your pathetically weak endoskeletal bodies beneath my- (It pauses, perplexion on its face.) er.. wouldn't it be "ours", not "my", yeah, maybe that's more accurate.. (it reverts to its threatening tone) beneath our mighty heels!
(The Camera PANS to Jimmy, Cindy and Goddard, now regrouped, behind a collapsed billboard, (Orphan Bowling - It's Fun! is marked on it) Jimmy activates his watch as Cindy keeps an eye out for the NanoBots fused form.)
Cindy: Any stats on that thing yet?
Jimmy: Yeah, its coming up.
(Jimmy's watch blips to show a Status File on the new robot, an accurate replica of the robot near the information:
GREAT MECHA NANOBOT 3 - 100 Functionable Model. No flaws.
Height: 2.2 M
Weight: 84 Kg
Danger Level: 4/6
Weapon Load: Thermonuclear Plasma Torch, Regenerative NanoBot Technology,
Great Barrier Shield, Loads Of Flares And Smart Spikes, Ability To Eat Mass Quantities Of Cheddar Chips
Resistances: Heat, Sonic Sound, Magnets, Electricity, Dookie
Weaknesses: Head Trauma And/Or Probing Challenging Comments )
Jimmy: Head Trauma, eh? (He turns to Cindy.) You up for executing some senseless violence?
Cindy (she grins): Are puppies adorable?
Jimmy (returning the smile): Yes, yes they are.
(Goddard barks and rushes from cover.)
Jimmy: No Goddard, wait!
(Great Mecha NanoBot 3 lifts a large chunk of melded brick and throws it toward the group. Goddard opens his back to reveal his Ion Blast Weapon, he zaps the projectile into a shower of sand. Goddard stares at the robot bravely.)
Great Mecha NanoBot 3: Impressive, but you are merely delaying your doomly destined demise!
Cindy (her eyes in annoyed slits): Oh God, did that status report mention that thing possessing a lame alliteration attack too?
Great Mecha NanoBot 3: Silence flesh-bag!
(The mighty robot's right forearm bursts into a huge blue flame, ready to strike.)
Jimmy: Goddard! Deploy your cache of Oxidation Accelerator!
(Goddard opens his mouth, a brownish hue of mist sprays out onto the left leg of Mecha NanoBot 3. It shakes its head arrogantly as its limb begins to rapidly corrode.)
Great Mecha NanoBot 3: So? We can just spontaneously heal the limb to normal. You are a fool to waste time on such a weak attack.
(Jimmy quickly zips his backpack open, rummaging swiftly in search of...his Ultra Shock Dance Teacher device! He hands a suction cup transmitter to Cindy.)
Jimmy: Quick, while Goddard has that thing distracted.
Cindy: Right!
(Cindy takes off toward Great Mecha NanoBot 3, who backhands an advancing Goddard as if he were a bug, it proceeds toward her, its once rusted leg now healed and functioning, swinging its Plasma Torch. Cindy screeches to a halt just in time to avoid a swipe to the face and turns around, running straight back to Jimmy.)
Cindy: Evasive tactic four!
(Jimmy nods, he crouches to one knee, his hands lowered. Cindy gives a quick hop before landing in Jimmy's cupped hands, who rises them up swiftly to give her a boost. She soars high into the air, throwing the transmitter with good aim at the side of Great Mecha NanoBot 3's head.)
Cindy: Now, Jimmy!
(Jimmy starts the Dance Teacher with a click. Great Mecha NanoBot 3 twitches wildly from the shock pulsing around its head.)
Great Mecha NanoBot 3: Un.. feel strange.. can't stop the commands..
(Cindy lands in a crouching stance from her super jump, she rushes to Jimmy. Goddard regroups with them as well. The robot begins to kick and punch the air in hilarious pantomime.)
Great Mecha NanoBot 3 (in a trance): Kick, Punch, It's all in the mind, If you wanna test me, I'm sure you'll find the things I teach ya' are sure ta' beat ya', Nevertheless ya' get a lesson from teacha'. Now, Kick!
Cindy (huh?): What kind of CD do you have in that thing?
Jimmy: It's actually one of Carl's video games I borrowed; Pallama The Rapper. It's a type of memory dance simulator.
(The robot continues its stupid dance helplessly. Now pantomiming as if it were driving a car. It's feet stomping one at a time as if in a march.)
Great Mecha NanoBot 3: Step on the brakes! Step on the gas! Step on the brakes!
(Jimmy and Cindy laugh at the recreation they created.)
Cindy (she eyes Jimmy): Hey, about that promise for senseless violence..
Jimmy: Oh, Right!
(He removes a suction transmitter from his pocket and plants it onto her right temple. He then tampers with the Dance Teacher for a split second.)
Jimmy: There, now you can manipulate it with your own movements.
Cindy: Really?
(Cindy punches the air, Great Mecha NanoBot 3 does so as well.)
Great Mecha NanoBot 3: Gak! What is this bedlam?
(Great Mecha NanoBot punches himself in the head.)
Great Mecha NanoBot 3: Ow!
Cindy (she laughs): Cool!
Jimmy: Keep going. Head trauma is its weakness!
(The robot glowers at the children, murder in its eyes.)
Great Mecha NanoBot 3: You will pay for that- (He punches himself again) A-ha-ow!
(Great Mecha NanoBot 3 proceeds to beat himself up with punches and jabs to his head and midsection. Cindy begins to dance and hop about as she joyfully punches the air.)
Cindy (taunting): (Pow!) Stop hitting yourself! (Bam!) Stop hitting yourself!
Great Mecha NanoBot 3: (Pow!) OW! (Biff!) GYA!
Cindy (she grins wickedly): Why are you hitting yourself? (Baf!) It doesn't make sense to hit yourself. Maybe (Punch!) you should stop hitting yourself.
Great Mecha NanoBot 3: We're not! (CRACK!) OW!
Cindy: But you are, don't you see? (Paf!) Only a crazy person would keep hitting himself! Are you crazy? (Krang!)
Great Mecha NanoBot 3: (Wap!) We are not crazy! (Cuff!) BAH!
Cindy: Well, you must be. (Beat!) Because you won't stop hitting yourself.
(Jimmy bursts into laughter at the crazy entertainment. Even Goddard begins to pant happily, wagging his tail in amusement. Great Mecha NanoBot 3's eyes begin to glow a frightening red.)
Great Mecha NanoBot 3 (in quiet fury): I... (Punch!) am.. (Smack!) not (Fhack!) hitting myself. (Whack!) AH!
Cindy: Oh indeed you are, (Pow!) it's behavior that is contradictory to one's own (Bop!) nature. No one likes to be hit (Shoop!) yet you are doing it to yourself. Why is that? (Punch!) Why can't you just tell us? (Frack!) Perhaps you have gone (Clock!) crazy from hitting yourself too much. (Pang!)
Great Mecha NanoBot 3 (roaring) YOU'RE MAKING US DO IT!
(Cindy marches to the furious robot. Stopping a mere foot away between it.)
Cindy (smiling sweetly): No, I'm trying to stop you (Zinf!) yet you still insist on hitting (Jerp!) yourself. You should really (Paf!) stop hitting yourself, it is very unhealthy. (Clong!) Why do you hit yourself? (PUNCH!)
(Great Mecha NanoBot 3 screams with enraged fury, sparks begin to fly from its body. A huge cloud of black smoke "Kadooms!" from its midsection, collapsing in a crumpled pile of sparking scrap. Cindy fans some of the smoke away from her face.)
Jimmy (pumping a fist in the air): Yeah-ha-ha!
(Goddard gives a loud complementing "Ra-ro'!" Cindy turns to Jimmy, beaming proudly from the victory.)
Cindy: We did it! We totally rocked!
Jimmy: I'll say! Hey, (He raises a hand in the air.) come on over here and give me a high-five!
Cindy (walking toward him, still smiling): Did you see me jump? That plan was totally reckless! But I bet you had some neat back up plan to protect us from a terrible setback.
Jimmy (smiling with embarrassment): Um, not really..
(Cindy raises her hand up as well and the two give off a loud "Clap!" as they high-five. Allowing their fingers to enfold around each others.)
Cindy: Crazy killer robots beware!
Jimmy: 'Cause you're all gonna get scrapped!
(They laugh joyfully adding "Yeahs!" and "Woo-hoos!" to their euphoric victory. They notice Goddard watching them happily, tail wagging, at their amicable behavior. Jimmy and Cindy witness that they are holding hands, they release each other reluctantly. Trying to change the subject, Jimmy gives Goddard a pat on the head.)
Jimmy: You did great too, boy. Couldn't have done it without you.
Cindy (she clears her throat): We better get to that weird future girl's place and get the others so we can get back to the present.
Jimmy: Yeah, we should hurry, who knows what other robots will pop by once they notice the destruction of one of their fellow machines.
(They begin to walk onward, Goddard in the lead, to future girl Tabessa's location.)
(CUE Rotating Atom.)