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[whirring]

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[snarling]

Uh, honey? I don't think that's gonna fit.

Just a little more, dear.

Ah! Got it. Ha-ha.

See hon, I told you I could do it.

[gasps]

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[Mandark] 'Dee Dee.'

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[Mandark] Yes. Yes.

With this all powering Neurotomic Protocore

in my possession I will make the world mine.

[evil laughter]

[Dexter] 'Unhand that Neurotomic Protocore, Mandark.'

- Who said that? - 'I did.'

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Dexter!

Blast you, Dexter.

Hay, now's there's an idea. Blast Dexter. Yes.

Blast Dexter.

zap zap zap

ting

zap zap zap

ping ping ping

splat

boom

[exhales]

Know this, Mandark that as long as I live

you will never possess the Neurotomic Protocore.

I swear it.

thud

And I swear, Dexter, for as long as I shall live

I will one day possess the Neurotomic Protocore

and rule the world. I swear it.

Phew. Now that that is taken care of

I can get back to work.

[whirring]

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[whirring continues]

- Hi-- - Stop your gibberish, woman.

I have no time for you today.

Much too much has happened.

So I bid you adieu. Goodbye, sister.

You know the exit is this way, goodbye.

Mmm..

thump thump thump

clank

zap

zap

[whirring]

thunk thunk thunk

Dee Dee, how many times do I have to tell you

to stay out of my labor.. You're not Dee Dee.

W-w-w-who are you?

We are here to destroy the one who saved the future.

[whirring]

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[screaming]

Enough. No robots are gonna threaten me in my lab.

Even if they are from the future.

Futuristic robots prepare to meet your maker.

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A-a-h-h-h-h!

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slash slash

creak

thud

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whirr

pow

[siren blaring]

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thump thump thump

bam

Well, that was easy.

No dumb robots from the future can destroy thislittle genius.

But boy, oh, boy.

I must be something else for somebody

to go through all of this trouble. Boy, oh, boy.

Dexter, the boy who saved the future.

Whoo! I can't wait for the future.

The future is taking too long.

Wait a second

I don't have to wait for the future.

I'll just get into my old trusty time machine.

And zap, boom, pop.

I'll get to see how cool I am.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Future, here I come.

zap

zap

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This is very peculiar. The lab seems untouched.

But I have traveled the years into the future.

Is there nothing different?

Oooh! This is different.

[gasps] Aliens.

Hey, what are you non-aliens doing in my laboratory?

Your laboratory? This is our rec room.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

- What's your number? - I do not have a number.

I am Dexter, the one who saved the future.

'And I live here.'

- Yow! - No number, huh? Come with me.

It is a sad-sad world when the no numbers can just waltz on in

onto private property with no trouble at all.

I hope you like jail Mr. No-Number.

Officer 9-4-1-2 here. How can I be of assistance?

I have here, a no-number.

We're on our way.

[siren blaring]

Let's get him, boys.

[groans]

screech

[blowing raspberry]

Dexter old boy, sometimes it is just too easy.

screech

Closet? This is supposed to be the front door.

Stop where you are and put your hands in the air.

zoom

Where is the front door?

Where is the front door!

[gasps] Wait, I wonder if my old emergency exit route

is still here.

Where did he go? He's nowhere to be found.

splat

I guess I don't live here in the future.

My folks must have moved out

when the neighborhood started growing.

'Boy, what cool cars.'

Wow.

'Would you look at that. The future.'

Clearly these achievements must be my own.

clank

[beeping]

[automated voice] Unauthorized walking. Identify yourself.

Dexter, boy genius.

State your number.

I have been told I have no number.

Retinal scan.

[whirring]

Number 12. Why are you not at your workstation?

Workstation. I don't work, I'm a boy.

Must return to work station.

How can I return to a workstation

I have never even been too?

That is right. My future self.

Well, Mr. Robot it looks as though you are taking me exactly

where I want to go.

'To the heart of the city, robot'

'where my laboratory in the sky awaits.'

'I love the future.'

[alarm beeping]

snap

Mmm, breakfast.

8:52?

Holy cow, I'm almost late.

I better log on.

[automated voice] 'Good morning Number 12, welcome to work.'

Aw, just made it.

Wow, I could have been in big-big trouble.

[sputtering]

- 'Number 12?' - Y-y-yes, sir?

[male #1] 'You were almost late this morning.'

But-but-but-but-but-but--

[male #1] 'Report to my office immediately.'

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[clock chimes]

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[keyboard keys clacking]

You're expected.

[gulping]

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You. Almost late for work again. Tisk tisk tisk.

Such a pity.

clap clap

There are two types of people in this world, Number 12

there are those who struggle to support their families

scratching and scraping

for any little morsel of food, oh..

...they can find.

Then there's the strong

the powerful, the elite

with luxuries that others can't possibly dream of.

'But you, Number 12..'

...are neither.

[laughing]

thud

Hey, hey, hey.

What do you think you're are doing?

This is not my laboratory in the sky.

[gasps] Mandark.

Ladies and gentlemen please excuse the interruption.

I invite you to join me to the public flogging of Number 12

for once again he was almost late for work.

And so, Number 12, before we get started

do you have anything to say for yourself?

Could I have some padding?

No.

zap

Now make a wish.

Ahhh!

Number 12?

Again.

Ohhh!

Number 12?

Again!

Ahhh!

N-n-n-number 12?

[gasping]

That's me?

This time has been duly noted

and will be deducted from your salary.

Thank you.

- Ahhh! - Ahhh!

You!

You.

[sobbing] No, no please don't hurt me.

[crying]

I traveled to the future for this?

[Mandark] 'I don't hear any typing down there, Number 12.'

Quick, get out of my chair, I've gotta get back on schedule.

Man, how do you let that doofus Mandark push you around?

I don't know what you're talking about. Please leave.

Just out of curiosity did you become a wimp overnight

or was it a gradual process?

Oh, I've always been like this.

Wrong! I am yet to be beaten

by that oversized head of a man but you..

You cower at the sound of his voice.

[Mandark] 'Typing.'

See.

You really have ruined everything

I have worked for, haven't you?

I don't know who you are but please leave.

You don't know who I am?

You don't know who I am!

I travel through space and time to see you

and you can't even recognize your own flesh and blood.

- What? - Yes, I am you.

But it can't be. Can it?

[Mandark] 'Typing.'

I'm sorry I wish I could talk

but I'm very-very busy.

What possibly could you do here that is more important

than talking to yourself?

I hope you know that what I do here is very important.

I designed these cubicles.

I cannot believe this.

Robots from the future come back in time to destroy me

'cause I saved the future and then I travel in time

to see how cool I am saving the future

and here I find you. A pitiful excuse of a Dexter.

[sighs]

Hrmph!

The Neurotomic Protocore?

Hello, what are these?

Designs utilizing Neurotomics.

'An unlimited power producing pylon?'

'Teletronic matter manipulation?'

Centralized neurotomic information distribution?

These ideas are incredible.

No, no, those are nothing.

You should see the new cubicle design I did.

Ten by ten.

Yes, I increased the cubicle space by one foot.

Are you crazy?

These plans can revolutionize the future.

You are a real Dexter after all.

Stop the typing. Stop the typing.

Stop the typing! You are not a worker drone, my friend.

You are not just a number. You are a genius.

And you have got a name.

- What is your name? - Twelve.

- No. What is your name? - T-t-twelve.

No. What is your name?

- De-De-De-De.. - Yes. Yes.

- De-De-De.. Dexter? - Again.

- Dexter? - Again.

Dexter.

[laughing]

Yes!

Dexter is the name of a lion, a tiger, a bear.

Oh, my.

Now let's get the heck into the future

and see how cool we are.

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[Mandark] 'Typing.'

Number 12.

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[laughing]

zap

zap

Boy, oh, boy, the future. The future I can hardly wait..

Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick.

[retching]

Well, it seems that my lab is back to its original order.

[clank] Uh-uh, that is strange.

I forgot how much I hate time travel.

Ooh! It seems that we're surrounded by a very large pane.

I'll say.

Air.

[gasps] Can't breathe.

Gotta get out. Gotta get out. Out! Out!

Let me out!

[gasping] It's all getting dark.

[deep breathing]

Freedom!

[shattering]

[chuckles] We're out.

Hey, this looks like a museum of all my old stuff.

[gasps] Wow. The Giant Dexo-Robo.

Man, me and this puppy have had quite a few adventures together.

What's this?

Ptooey. Ptooey.

Styrofoam.

I did not build the Giant Dexo-Robo out of Styrofoam.

This is not a fair representation

of the genius that is Dexter.

This is a piece of junk.

[clattering]

[Mandark] 'Hey, what's with all the racket?'

- Mandark? - Ahhh!

I'm typing, I'm typing.

[Mandark] 'I know that's you, Dexter.'

'And don't think I haven't forgotten what you did to me.'

'I'm still gonna get you, Dexter.'

[whimpering]

- What are you doing? - I'm typing.

Well cut it out and look.

There's nothing left of Mandark but his lame brain.

[Mandark] I heard that.

[chuckles] Lame brain.

That's pretty funny.

[laughing]

I wonder what it was

that Mandark lost his head over.

[Mandark] Oh, I heard that too.

Oh, I'm warning you.

What are you going to do? Think something bad?

[Mandark] Why you. Come here and I'll teach you a lesson.

You'll see, I'll be back on my feet

and destroy you yet, Dexter.

[Dexters laughing]

Umm.. What is all the ruckus in here?

Who is causing all this? Oh, my gracious!

[crying]

Who could have done this?

Who would want to destroy the homage

to our all-knowing and omnipotent leader, Dexter?

[Dexter] 'I would.'

Oh, my gracious, it's you!

'It's both of you.'

All hail the great and powerful Dexters.

Proof at last.

Young naive, cease this exultation at once

and fetch us your most elegant coach.

We require passage to see our future self

the great and powerful, Dexter.

Yes, yes, your grace, of course, right away.

Thought transference commencing in

three...two...one.

Amazing, what is this?

It's a Teletronicly Manifested Bubble Transport.

"Teletronicly manifested?"

Yes, one merely has to think of something and poof

the matter is teletronicly manifested.

Where does this new science come from?

Why you of course. That is, the future you.

See, I told you your ideas were genius.

[Curator] Dexters past, welcome to your future.

Welcome to Dextopia.

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'Thanks to your marvelous invention'

'of the Neurotomic Protocore'

all of your knowledge of science and technology

is disbursed freely from your brain

'and into the brains of every inhabitant'

'wearing a transference receptor.'

'In turn causing universal wisdom'

'peace, and harmony.'

See, I told you.

[Curator] 'We're here.'

'The Centralized Neurotomic information'

and Power Distribution Pylon.

Oh, isn't it fab?

Well, this is as far as I go.

The great one isn't for the likes of my lowly eyes.

Good luck.

thud

It is just like in the blueprints.

And look the Neurotomic Protocore

'is at the heart of it all.'

And we must be at the top running the whole show.

[sniffles] I did not think it could happen

but I am more of a genius than I already am. Shall we?

[doorbell dings]

[Dexter] 'Who dares disturb'

'the great and powerful Dexter'

'whilst he droppeth science upon the world?'

We are the Dexter's of the past.

We have come from the past

to find out how we save the future

your all-knowing presence.

[Dexter] 'Presents! I didn't know it was my birthday.'

'I'll be right down.'

[grunting]

'Who put these stairs here?'

[grunting]

'Ah!'

[clattering]

'Oh! My hip!'

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- Hello. - Hi.

- Hello. - Hmm.

- Hello. - Hey.

- What? - Hello.

- Hi. - Hello.

- Stop it. - Who?

- What? - Hello.

- Hi. - Stop it.

- What? - Hello.

- Hi. - Hey.

- Stop it. - What?

- Hello. - Hi.

- Huh? - Hello.

- 'Hi.' - 'Hello.'

- 'What?' - 'Hey.'

Stop it!

Where are my presents?

We are your presents.

We are you. Don't you recognize us?

- You are? - Yes, you are us.

- I am? - You saved all of mankind.

- I did? - Don't you remember?

- Remember what? - How you did it?

- Did what? - Save the future!

- I did? - Yes, can you picture it?

- A world in dire need. - Yes.

- A world in need of a hero. - Yes.

And there's only one man to do the job.

- Yes. - One man, smart enough.

- Yes. - One man with the strength.

The technology, the rugged good looks.

- And that man is? - Yes, yes, yes!

- Us! - Yes, yes, ye--

- Do you remember? - No!

Apparently there's only one thing left to do.

We must again travel in time

back to the very time of our triumph.

Back to see first-hand

just how cool we really are!

- Yes. - Oh, boy, oh boy.

I can hardly wait to see how cool I was.

Come on, hurry up. Times a wasting. Let's go.

This is going to be great.

- He's not coming. - Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Oh, boy!

Don't you think you could move a bit faster?

Think! I think I can.

Here we go. Okay, alright, almost there.

I got it now. I'm in. I'm in.

Thanks, Billy.

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Coolness, here we come.

zap

zap

Oh, what happened to the lab this time?

Looks like a bomb hit.

Oh.

Hey, look, oldie found a way out.

It is nice to know some of us are still on the ball.

[snoring]

Here, gramps, penthouse, chop-chop.

Elevator up.

Thirteenth floor. underwear, outerwear..

[indistinct]

[gasps]

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Oh, what happened to the world this time?

Looks like a bomb hit.

Does any of this ring a bell with you?

Ding-dong. Nope.

Hey! People!

Let's check it out!

Geronimo!

[laughing]

Come on, now, let's see if any of these villagers

can tell us what is going on.

Pardon me, my good man but wouldst thou know where

and more importantly, when we are today?

Anyone?

[all laughing]

Good gravy. Has everyone around here lost their minds?

[instrumental music]

[yawning]

[shattering]

[instrumental music]

Fire, come out fire.

Ah! What happened to everyone?

What is wrong with you? What are you trying to do?

Me try to make fire come out of wood.

Ah. Okay, step back. Watch closely.

[instrumental music]

[all] Yay! Yay!

[explosion]

Ow!

By order of the Overlord all fires

is prohibited. The creation of fire is a punishable offense.

zap zap zap

Ah! The Overlords machine men!

[all screaming]

Way to go, smart guy.

Now we'll never know how cool we are

'cause we're all going to be ionized.

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vroom

zap zap zap

clank clank

boom

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krrrat

krrrat

boom

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ting

boom boom boom

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boom

kaboom

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Let there be fire for all!

[crowd cheering]

You see I told you, I told you.

We were to be cool in the future.

Did you see those moves?

- 'That wrench.' - 'That brawn!'

- 'That beard.' - 'The dome.'

[laughing]

- Hey, yeah, what happened? - Hey, yeah, what happened?

Dexter! Wow!

[indistinct chatter]

You're as cool as I always wanted to be.

- Ah? Dexters? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And we traveled forward in the time

'cause I heard I, I mean, we saved the future

but he couldn't remember, so then we went back in time

to find you and we did

and it was awesome.

Time travel, hmm..

You boys will need to be filled in on a few things.

Yeah, like what happened to the world?

And who is this science hoarding Overlord?

Mandark.

[all] Mandark!

Many moons ago, Mandark and I were employed

by the corporation as research scientists

to develop new technologies

for the betterment of the future.

So naturally, as my genius produced

a fountain of amazing ideas

a not so inspired Mandark

grew more and more jealous.

He began stealing my creations

and presenting them as his own.

As you may well remember.

Grr.

He soon gained favor with the executive hierarchy

and was quickly promoted up through the ranks.

And with one diabolical coup

Mandark overthrew and became the very President

of the corporation himself.

Then darkness fell.

Somehow my most prized invention

the Neurotomic Protocore fell into Mandark's clutches.

Oh, my gosh, we left the core out in my cubicle.

Mandark tried to employ the powers of the core

but the incompetent fool set the positive flow to negative.

And now corrupted energies of the core

began to twist Mandark's already crooked mind

making him even more greedy, insane than ever before.

I could take it no more.

To escape the perversion of my own science

I went underground, literally.

I dug a tunnel out from Mandark's tower.

For years, I dug and dug inching my way to freedom.

But while I dug the negative neurotomic energy

swept the world, numbing the minds of the people

allowing Mandark to work his evil tentacles

into every facet of technology and society.

It was as though he just reached down

and raked the Earth clean.

Hoarding all science all knowledge for himself.

When I emerged I found this world broken and stupid.

I did what I could to help

but with the Overlord's robots enforcing terror across the land

and very few resources at my disposal.

It's been a fight just to survive.

Aw, buck up, hero.

We found the lab and we can all help.

The laboratory? I had thought it lost forever.

But with the power of the lab

plus the genius of me times four equals

the cataclysmic collapse

of the Overlord's empire of oppression!

- Yeah! - Yeah!

To the laboratory.

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I'd like to take this time to pat myselfs on the back.

Gentlemen, here's to another greatest work completed.

For tomorrow we storm the castle!

- Yeah! - Yeah!

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

[automated message] Your Overly-lordness, proximity alarm.

Registered an armed assault vehicle on an attack vector.

What? Imageizer on!

[dramatic music]

'How can this be? Science is forbidden to all.'

Only I have the knowledge to construct such a.. Unless..

Micro-scan. Magnify!

'Dexter with Dexter, Dexter and Dexter.'

This is impossible!

It seems my old nemesis has not only mysteriously resurfaced

but has also found a way to enlist

the aid of himself from other times!

No matter. Let them come.

I have a few surprises of my own.

[laughing]

[Dexter] 'Mandark's castle is just over the next ridge.'

This is it, Dexters. We're going in.

[dramatic music]

[machine gun firing]

boom boom

[zapping]

boom

screech

thud

[intense music]

[bubbling]

[whirring]

swish

click

[beeping]

[music continues]

[creaking]

thud

[creaking]

[crackling]

boom

[music continues]

boom

pew

[whirring]

zap zap zap

boom boom boom

pew pew pew

zap zap zap

[pounding]

Mandark!

Your mechanized minions are defeated.

Now, it's just you, me, me, me and me.

So, Dexter, you thought quadrupling your brain power

would be enough to defeat me!

Well, I think it's time to even the playing field.

[dramatic music]

[laughing]

Just like old times, eh?

Yes, quite a reunion but--

Reunion, shmunion!

I want my Neurotomic Protocore

you gluttonous old hack!

Never!

- Yeah! - Yeah!

Yar!

- Yar! - Yar!

[dramatic music]

- You old raisin. - You clod.

- You shmegegge. - You nincompoop.

You ding dong.

[music continues]

bam

twack

thud

- Grr. - I oughta..

spat

spat

[laughing]

[roaring]

Oh, my..

[dramatic music]

That's it, if we can reach the neurotomic flow controls

and set it to positive.

'The protocore will revert back to normal.'

Undoing the mind-numbing evil these mad Mandark's

have unleashed.

[dramatic music]

A-a-a-a-a-h!

thud

Ow, ow, ow.

[grunting]

Oh.

No! I've always wanted the core!

No! I stole the core!

No! The core is mine!

No! Just because I'm bitter and jealous!

[intense music]

plop

clink clink clink

screech

splat

[music continues]

boing

[dramatic music]

Huh?

[creaking]

Go, Dexter, go. Go, Dexter, go.

Go, Dexter, go! Go, Dexter, go.

- 'Go, Dexter, go.' - Go, Dexter, go.

- 'Go, Dexter, go.' - Go, Dexter, go.

- Go, Dexter, go. - Go, Dexter, go.

- Go, Dexter, go. - 'Go, Dexter, go.'

- Go, Dexter, go. - 'Go, Dexter, go.'

- 'Go, Dexter, go.' - 'Go, Dexter, go.'

Yes. Go, Dexter, go.

Go, Dexter, go.

- Go, Dexter, go. - 'Go, Dexter, go.'

Go, Dexter, go. Go, Dexter, go.

- Go, Dexter, go! - 'Go, Dexter, go.'

[Mandark] Dee Dee.

- Dee Dee! - Dee Dee!

Dee Dee.

- Dee Dee. - Dee Dee?

Dee Dee.

Dee Dee!

[comical music]

Ooh, what does this button do?

[dramatic music]

click

[siren blaring]

zap

[blaring continues]

[whirring]

[beeping]

[dramatic music]

thump thump

[laughing]

boom boom boom

zap zap zap

N-o-o-o-o!

boom

kaboom

[rumbling]

[eerie music]

I remember! I remember!

Dee Dee was the one who saved the future!

- What? No way! - That didn't just happen!

I wanted to be the one who saved the future.

Argh! That girl!

I'll teach her to mess up my future savings.

Yeah, we'll show her.

Ooh, that little ding dong.

I'll get her once and for all.

Robots! Destroy the one who saved the future!

[whirring]

Well..

[sighs] ...that should take care of Dee Dee.

It looks like the future is back on track.

I've got a lot of cleaning up to do

but with a positive flow of the core

everything should work out fine.

Well, then, we should be getting back to our own times.

- Goodbye, Dexter. - Goodbye, Dexter.

- Goodbye, Dexter. - Goodbye, Dexter.

- Goodbye, Dexter. - Goodbye, Dexter.

- Goodbye, Dexter. - Goodbye, Dexter.

- Goodbye, Dexter. - Goodbye, Dexter.

- Goodbye, Dexter. - Goodbye, Billy.

[dramatic music]

zap

Well, that wasn't exactly what I expected

but I did turn out pretty cool in the future.

Wait a minute. I'm still here fighting those robots.

But wait those are the robots I just built to get Dee Dee

while we're building the future.

But now, I'm about to destroy them

before I even decide to go into the future.

So that means when I came back I came back too far back

before I ever left. So I must have come..

No, I.. Or they were..

Oh, forget it.

Time travel hurts my brain.

[instrumental music]

chomp chomp chomp

pop

[clattering]

[theme music]

[music continues]