Inspector Gadget (2015) s04e03 Episode Script

1 Inspector Gadget Inspector Gadget Inspector Gadget Inspector Gadget Go, go, Gadget, go Go, go, Gadget, go Go, go, Gadget, go Go, go, get 'em, Gadget Inspector Gadget Inspector Gadget Go, go, Gadget, go Go, go, get 'em, Gadget Inspector Gadget Prepare to be exploded, HQ.
No! Talon, get me the secret code to HQ's missile defense system.
Using cheat codes to beat a video game doesn't make you a winner.
But this isn't a video game, fool.
It's real life.
Though it would make a fun game.
MADcat, make a note for the MAD Marketing Team.
HQ's missile defense system keeps shooting down my warheads.
But, if I could turn their defenses off Got it.
But how do you expect me to get the codes? Waltz in and ask? - The evil never waltzes.
- It hustles.
MADcat, reveal our secret weapon.
Meet Kayla.
A junior agent at HQ and a total blabbermouth.
Gain her trust and exploit those loose lips.
Not Kayla.
She once yammered on for five hours straight about lip-gloss.
And that yammering will get us the codes.
But first you'll need this The Claw Brand Holo-Tie, uses the most advanced disguise technologies to do the impossible.
Make you seem approachable.
What? I'm totally approachable.
And I'll destroy anyone who says otherwise.
Who is this little gentleman, and what did he do with my nephew? OK, I'll go.
But if I'm not back soon, it's 'cause Kayla talked me into a blabber-induced coma.
All right, let's start with the Gibson Defense.
Like obvi-5000, Pen.
We were only in the same class.
Oh.
Have you peeped the latest top secret deets? So much hot gossip.
Kayla, focus.
As I was saying Kayla, there's a MAD agent.
You mean the one I totes would've dropped if you hadn't distracted me? Put the "us" in trust.
I do trust you, Kay.
I just had a really good reason that I forget.
Whatevs.
I've got lunch plans with the new temp, Colin.
- He looks kinda familiar.
- Yeah! Doesn't he look exactly like Drink Morales from The Boy Dudez? Did someone say Boy Dudez? I just love their new album What's Up Girl Babe? Classic! Oh, that's great, Uncle Gadget.
But I was just talking to Kayla.
- Kayla? Chief Quimby.
How did you - That's top secret, Penny.
And so is this.
A MAD Agent has infiltrated the building.
MAD's sent in a double-agent to get HQ's missile defense codes.
If they obtain them, we'll be defenseless against their airborne attacks.
Your mission: smoke out the double agent, and blow their cover.
This message will self-destruct.
Double agent, you say? Hmm.
You can count on me, Chief if that is your real name.
I think I may've already found the double agent.
The new guy, Colin.
Colin? But he wears a bow tie.
Plus, he came highly recommended - from The Fakerton Temp Agency.
- Huh? Wait, Chief.
You forgot this if this is a real this.
No! Penny, I fear the MAD agent may be MADsquerading as our dear Chief Quimby.
Did you notice his distinct lack of bow tie? But he never wears a bow tie.
And if he were the double agent, why would he tell us about the double agent? Who else but an agent of MAD would dare flaunt their evil plan in my face? The face of justice.
Go, go, Gadget, magnifying glass.
Whoa! You'd better keep an eye on Uncle Gadget.
And two on the Chief.
So if the file says "classified," you know it's gonna be good.
FYI, all of this is totes "cone of silence.
" Oh, hey, Pen.
This is Colin.
Hello.
Penny is it? So nice to meet you.
For the very first time.
In my life.
Ever.
Even though Kayla's told me so much about you.
So very, very much.
Hi.
So you're from a temp agency? What exactly are you doing in HQ? Oh, you know.
Just boring officey-type things.
But Kayla's promised to teach me everything she knows.
That's weird.
I can't find the Fakerton Temp Agency anywhere online.
Almost as if it were fake.
That's because it's in Sweden, and Sweden doesn't have the internet yet.
Soon, though.
Say Kayla, how about that tour? Totes! With all the juicy deets.
Do you really trust him? He's wearing a bow tie, Penny.
I thought you said you trusted me.
Before I arrest this MAD agent, I'll have to catch him in the act.
Gadget? Quick, Brain, we have to blend in.
Go, go, Gadget, newspaper.
See, Brain? He'd never suspect someone casually reading the news is really watching his every move.
He's making a break for it! Go, go, Gadget, tracking device.
Wowzers! Oh.
So on their first album, Drink Morales gelled his hair.
But now he blow-dries it.
Are you a Boy Dudez fan? Only totally! Oh, hey! What's the code for the bathroom? 5-2-8-0.
And the code for the soda machine is 8-9-6-2, and the code for the missile defense system is Kayla! Um, why don't we show Colin where the hot chocolate machine is? I was getting to that, Pen.
Spoiler alert.
No, no, I mean, the one over this way.
What are you doing? You can't give him the codes.
I looked at his file and his name is Whatshisface.
I mean, what kind of name is that? Eh, Swedish, maybe? Why can't you stop being pure jelly and just trust me? So Col, I was thinking, you'd look even more like Drink Morales if you did your hair like Hands off the 'do.
I mean, my hair is very sensitive.
Just like me.
I only know one guy who's that creepy vain Talon.
Shall we continue, Kayla? Don't feel the need to join us, Penny.
Really.
Don't.
Aha! Just as I suspected, a sleeper agent.
You're under arrest, Chief.
Or should I say, not the Chief? But I am the Chief.
That's exactly what "not the Chief" would say.
Go, go, Gadget, handcuffs.
Trying to duck the law, are we? I knew you were fowl.
Go, go, Gadget, grabber.
Wowzers! Where did he go to now? Hmm.
Go, go, Gadget, heat vision.
There he goes.
Gee, Kayla, this hot chocolate machine is rather rad.
Any chance we could talk codes again? Maybe start with the missile defense? Or, I could show you the Gibson Defense.
Even a new office temp should learn that move.
Pfft.
The Gibson Defense is for babies.
Everybody knows I mean, the what defense? Stop showing off, Pen.
It's tacky.
Not as tacky as Colin's shoes.
You wouldn't know fashion if a runway fell on Just another classic mild-mannered Colin joke.
Maybe we should go over the codes.
You'll need the safety ones when your hair starts a grease fire.
- Grease? Now you've gone too far.
- Yeah, Pen.
If you don't have anything nice to say, you shouldn't say anything at all.
I shouldn't say anything? So, about those codes? In a minute! He's getting away! Go, go, Gadget, triple-XL sized mad agent net.
There.
Now to let the agents of HQ know the criminal's been caught.
Good idea, Brain.
We should take him to the hot chocolate machine.
That's where the agents always are, savoring the milk chocolatey taste of justice.
If you've got a problem Miss Penny Perfect, say it to my face! I would, if you ever stopped talking long enough.
Attention people.
I've discovered the MAD Agent among us.
Yeah, it's him.
Who? Colin? But he wears a bow tie.
Really, Pen? You still don't trust me? It's not like I was gonna tell him the missile code is 1-2-3-4.
Finally.
Oh! Whew, just making sure my ears haven't been talked off.
Later, nerds.
- You let him get away with the codes.
- Did I? Or did I know he was the double agent the whole time? You were just blowing my cover, Pen.
Oh Oops! I had the strangest dream.
Don't worry, Chief.
The double agent's been caught.
I knew I could count on you, Gadget.
Congratulations.
I should be the one congratulating you.
On your uncanny Chief impression.
Go, go, Gadget disguise remover.
I'm sorry for doubting you, K.
You're a great agent.
I just wish I could see Colin's face when he tries the code I gave him.
1-2-3-4.
I guess I did pretty good, eh, Uncle? Yes.
I had total faith in Colin.
What? This isn't HQ's missile defense code.
It's the code to our own self-destruct sequence.
Talon! Aw.
I can't stay mad at you.
Next time, Gadget! Next time! Did a bomb explode? Did MADcat explode? Are we under attack? I'm under attack from allergies.
And I'm all out of tissues.
Use old fur-ball here as a mucus-mop.
She'll love it.
Won't you, RAG-cat? We have to stop these allergies, forever.
Let me guess your evil plan.
You want me to buy nasal spray.
- Ha! Nailed it.
- No, you fool.
Steal nasal spray? Who needs nasal spray when Japanese scientists have created a Size Bodification Way.
Ooh! A Size Bodification Way? Too bad we'll never know what that does.
I said, Size Modification Ray.
It makes any object gigantic.
So the Size Modification Ray is for what? A giant booger bucket? I want to create an army of giant henchmen to take over the world.
That's actually a good idea.
You should get congested more often.
And I'll enlarge all allergens so they can't get up my Ha, sorry, booger ball.
I wouldn't take you with me for all the hair product in Alberto's Salon.
My Medieval warfare midterm results are in! And I rocked it like a catapult.
I am an unstoppable force of nature.
Boo-ya.
Congratulations, Penny.
Back in my academy days, I aced all my exams and double-aced my animal care course.
I was known as Doc Gadget Veterinarian Extraordinaire.
I can make any animal, big or small, feel better.
Even the silly ones, like Brain.
Isn't that right, pal? Go, go, Gadget, puppy pleaser.
Aw, he's wearing his happy dog hat.
Very cute, Brain.
Gadget.
Chief.
Now I should be the one to put on my go, go, Gadget, happy hat.
Better to go with your mission hat.
Japanese scientists have created a Size Modification Ray that can enlarge any object.
And we believe Dr.
Claw intends to steal it.
If he succeeds, MAD would be too big to fail.
Your mission: cut them down to size.
This message will self-destruct.
Not to worry, Chief.
MAD's evil plans are puny compared to the long arm of the law.
I am poetry in motion.
If poetry wasn't boring and looked amazing.
What are you doing here? Paws off the 'do! Whoa! Don't even think about it.
I'll collect the ray, and the glory.
You collect the boogers.
Let go, you worthless fur-bag.
Give it to me! Whoa! Uh-oh.
Hey, MADcat, buddy pal? That whole worthless fur-bag thing? JK, right? Give your BFF, Talon, the Ray.
Ah! Talon! Where's MADcat? I'm about to snee Ew! I got boogies on my claw! Kinda busy right now, gotta go, bye.
Whoa! I gotta get that ray.
Time to play a little cat and mouse.
Wowzers, look at this lab.
The only thing those scientists super-sized was their mess.
You'd think they'd clean up before having visitors.
Do they experiment on cats here too, 'cause my allergies are Whoa-oh.
MAD must have beat us to the ray.
If Talon has gone giant I'll freak.
I don't think I can handle his over-sized smugness.
Wowzers.
There's a cute kitty that's swollen to an enormous size.
She must be having an allergic reaction.
Good thing Dr.
Gadget Veterinarian Extraordinaire is here to help.
Go, go, Gadget, vet bag.
Whoa.
Brain.
Help Uncle Gadget.
I'll I'm a cat person.
Whoa.
Even at a zillion feet tall, she still acts like a lame little kitty.
I just need the ray to level the playing field.
Want your body to match your enormous ego, Talon? Why don't you pick on someone your own size? Yeah, like who? You? Do us a favor, Penny, and go lay down.
Here massive kitty, kitty, kitty.
A giant MADcat? Of course, supersized cat equals super-duper sized allergies.
I better get both back down to size.
You can relax, gigantic swollen kitty.
The animal doctor is in.
Now, Brain, this sweet kitten needs my attention at the moment.
There's no need to be jealous.
Here, have a go, go, Gadget, doggy treat.
Ow! Bad dog, Brain.
You've frightened this sweet playful feline.
I'll have to use my expertise in Cat-onese to soothe her.
Meow.
Meow.
Meow-meow.
Mee.
.
oww! Talon, are you afraid of facing me? The only thing I'm afraid of is you getting your ooze on my shoes.
Hyah! To tell you what, I'm gonna give you a sporting chance.
I'll stand right here.
Come and get me.
Ouch! That's using the old noggin.
Give it up, Pen.
The only unstoppable thing is your runny nose.
You couldn't hit the Grand Canyon if you were standing I think MADcat's growing on me.
OK, not at all.
Wowzers, Brain, you're filthy.
That's no good for that poor kitten.
Go, go, Gadget, dog bather.
Wow! Ow, my hair! This has gone too far.
I'm gonna rip that ray from your collar, MADcat! Ew, sneeze.
So the ray's on MADcat's collar? - Thanks for the tip, Talon.
- Lot of good it's gonna do you.
You can't get within a hundred feet of her without boogering all over yourself.
But I'm an HQ Agent.
Neither MAD nor allergies nor can stop me.
That is possibly the grossest thing I've ever witnessed.
Cool! I gotta get a closer look! Oh, hello, Penny's flying friend.
Aha! Hey! Let go, Talon.
Face it Penny, you're no match for me.
Now, gimme the Size Modification Ray! Whoa! Whoa! Oha-oha.
Oh, yeah! That'll teach me to gloat.
If I survive.
Aha! I finally know what's going on.
That poor kitty has a flea allergy.
Go, go, Gadget, flea powder.
Wowzers.
You lose, Pen.
Say buh-bye to victory and hello to Mega-Talon! Ow! Unstobbable.
Booyah.
I'd like to make another size pun, but it's time for my big exit.
Good work, Gadget! With you on the case, MAD came up short.
Because they're no longer tall.
See? An animal lover like me can never resist a chance to help a helpless creature.
But I'm worried Brain may have contracted that kitty's fleas.
Go, go, Gadget, dirty dog de-flea-er.
This mission was a supersized failure.
And I still have allergies.
- It was MADcat's fault.
- I don't want excuses.
I want tissues.
Next time, Gadget.
Next time!