The following is a transcript of the episode: Beach Party Mummy.
Jimmy: Live, live, LIIIIVE! Uh, sorry, Carl, I couldn't bring your goldfish back to life.
Carl: Goodbye, Swimmy...I'll miss you, boy.
Sheen: WHY MUST THE GOOD DIE YOUNG?
Jimmy: Now I thought restimulating his brainwaves with my new Electro-Life device would bring him back, but I guess not.
Sheen: Hey uh Jimmy, we might have a pop quiz today, can I stip-u-late my brain?\
Jimmy: Nope! This goes in the Neutron Failed Experiments File.
Carl: Can I have it as a souvenir? The smooth, cold texture reminds me of Swimmy.
Jimmy: Gosh, sure Carl.
Sheen: I feel your pain, brother...
Carl: SHEEN!
Jimmy: Come on guys, we got to go.
Sheen: It's the circle of life, Carl, everything dies... EXCEPT ULTRA-LORD! HE SHALL NEVER DIE! HE LIVES FOREVER! NOTHING CAN KILL HIM!
Jimmy: It'll be okay, Carl...school will get your mind off Swimmy!
Carl: I know! I'll feel better as soon as I see Miss Fowl's sweet smiley face...
(Cut to them at school, where Miss Fowl is holding a video tape with a mummy on it)
Carl: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Miss Fowl: (Over Carl's panting) Today, we'll watch Part 1 of Ken Burns' 97-hour documentary on the history of mummies! (squawks)
Cindy: Yawn. I'd rather chew off my own foot.
Libby: No, I wanna check this out! My family tree goes back to Egypt, mummies are cool!
Miss Fowl: Butch, would you get the lights?
Butch: Sure thing, teach! (Slingshots a rock at the lights)
Miss Fowl: (Sarcastically) Thank you.
Jimmy: I don't wanna see videos of mummies! I wanna see REAL mummies!
Carl: Oh, I don't. They might rise from the dead and attack us!
(Miss Fowl presses play on documentary)
Ken Burns: Today I moved a one-ton boulder across the desert sands. Then I had lunch. Then they cut my tongue out.
Jimmy: What am I doing sitting here? I'm a science genius! Who's up for a quick trip to Egypt!
Cindy: What could be more boring than going with you to Egypt?
Ken Burns: Tonight it is my turn to tell stories around the fire. This will be difficult without my tongue.
Cindy: Let's roll.
Jimmy: I'll hop into my Hovercar and meet you guys at the back of the school.
Carl: What if we get caught?
Sheen: We're not gonna get caught --
(The four see Principal Willoughby)
Sheen: AAH!
Carl: Oh.
Principal Willoughby: Going somewhere, students?
Libby: To, uh...
Cindy: We're on our way to...
Carl: To Egypt!
Principal Willoughby: What?
Sheen: That Carl...(laughs) What a jokester! He meant to say we're on our way to, uh, the SCHOOL TANNING SALON!
Principal Willoughby: The school tanning salon...Well, have fun! Oh, don't fall asleep! I did once and ended up looking like a big old lobster! I swear I was like, melt up some butter and bring out the shell crackers! (laughs) I was just toasted... (laughs some more)
Libby: Good thinking, Sheen!
Sheen: Yeah, well, you know what they say, lies are just friends you haven't met yet!
Cindy: Come on! Let's go!
Carl: Guys, uh, my mom doesn't allow me to get tan.
(Atom transition to outside)
Carl: Guys, we can't leave school! It's ditching, and it'll go on our permanent records!
Sheen: Carl, how many times do I have to tell you? Your permeant record is just a myth, like the Loch Ness Monster or North Dakota!
(Jimmy flies down in his Hovercar)
Jimmy: All aboard for Egypt?
(The gang hops in)
Libby: Did you guys know I'm related to Cleopatra?
Cindy: No, why didn't you tell us for the ten millionth time?
Sheen: I'm related to the guy who invented baseball!
Libby: What?
Carl: Wow.
Cindy: Really?
Sheen: What, did I say baseball? I meant spray-on eyebrows.
Jimmy: Let's 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!
Jimmy: Oh, come on, guys, this is gonna be a great adventure! We're gonna find the lost tomb of Queen HowsaboutIslapya!
Carl: Wow. That cloud -- kinda reminds me of Swimmy.
Sheen: Uh, Carl, get a new pet! Like a pit bull! Or a wolverine! Or a friendly little alien from another planet you can display like a freak and exploit for a million dollars!
Libby: Sheen -- did you take your medicine this morning?
Sheen: Maybe...
Jimmy: Ladies and gentlemen...this is your pilot...prepare for landing!
(They land in an Egyptian desert)
Carl: Wow.
Jimmy: Egypt! Land of the pharaohs! Land of the great river Nile!
Cindy: Land of this place stinks! Where's the mall?
Libby: And this dry air is definitely not doing this girl's skin any favors!
Sheen: Does anybody know where the Little Sheen's Room is?
Carl: Swimmy would've loved it here!
Jimmy: Aw, don't worry guys, I'll be locating the lost tomb in no time, quicker than you can say, "Tutenkhamen".
(Atom transition; Jimmy is now looking for the tomb with binoculars while the rest of the group is very tired)
Carl: Jimmy, I've been saying "Toot Van Halen" for 3 hours! Can I stop now?
Cindy: Way to go, Neutron! You haven't found anything! I'd rather be in school.
Jimmy: I don't understand it! I can't seem to find the lost tomb!
Cindy: Duh, that's why they call it the Lost Tomb, not the "Here It Is Tomb Come Inside And Have A Milkshake!"
Carl: Aw, Swimmy loved milkshakes.
Libby: Let's go home! I need to apply some emergency skin care products!
Cindy: And so ends another chapter of the Boring and Stupid Adventures of Jimmy Neutron.
But, guys, we're here
in an exotic, distant, foreign land.
We might as well have some fun.
Fun?
Yeah, right.
Let's have a party in this beautiful spot.
Party?
Uh, Jimmy... where's the bathroom?
All I see is sand, and I'm not a cat.
Sand...
Yeah.
[ laughs excitedly]
W-What's the matter with Jimmy?
He's got desert fever.
Curse you, cruel desert.
You've taken another victim in your sandy clutches.
We must put him out of his misery.
How?
There's only one way.
[ grunts]
Let's have an Egyptian beach party.
I'm in.
[ surfer music starts]
Always be prepared for any eventuality.
All my life I've wanted to go
to an authentic Egyptian beach party.
♪ Grab your mummies and your daddies ♪
♪ Surf sarcophagus and obelisk, too ♪
CHORUS: ♪ Obelisk, too, now, your obelisk, too♪
♪ We're going to party really hearty ♪
♪ Just like Cleopatra used to do, now ♪
♪ Ooh, wop, bop-bop♪
♪ We're going to do the Funky Pyramid ♪
♪ And dance until the break of day, now ♪
♪ Gonna dance, gonna dance all day♪
♪ We're gonna surf, surf, surf
♪ Till the pharaoh takes our surfboards away, now ♪
♪ Aah... ah♪
♪ Egyptian beach party
♪ Egyptian beach party♪
♪ Shake it loose on the Nile
♪ Egyptian beach party♪
♪ Egyptian beach party
♪ Egyptian beach party♪
♪ We can make the Sphinx smile
♪ Ooh... party♪
♪ Two camels for every sheik... ♪
♪ Ooh... ♪ Bow, bow, bow♪
♪ Ooh... ♪ Bow, bow, bow♪
♪ Ooh... ♪ Bow, bow, bow♪
♪ Ooh... ♪ Bow, bow, bow♪
♪ Ooh... ♪ Bow, bow, bow♪
♪ Ooh... ♪ Bow, bow, bow♪
♪ Ooh... ♪ Bow, bow, bow♪
♪ Ooh... ♪ Bow, bow, bow♪
♪ Ooh... ♪ Bow, bow, bow♪
♪ Ooh...
[ music stops]
Jimmy... what's happening?
The increased air friction has created
a high-intensity displacement
of the ground covering...
Cut to the chase.
Sandstorm!
[ everyone coughing]
(After the sandstorm)
Jimmy: Is everybody all right?
Carl: Uh, Jimmy, I got sand in a very uncomfortable place.
Cindy: Okay, Neutron, once again you blew it, big-time. Hey, Jumbohead -- I'm yelling at you! Pay attention. What are you looking at?
Jimmy: The entrance to the lost tomb of Queen Howsaboutislapya.
Sheen: You think there's a bathroom in there?
Jimmy: We are now about to enter the lost tomb and see what has been unseen for 3,000 years!
Cindy: Shouldn't we, like, call National Geographic or Harvard?
Libby: Or Harrison Ford?
Carl: Oh, no, I'm not going in there. There's no steps, there's no handrail, there's no souvenir shop. Uh-uh, I'm staying out here.
Jimmy: Okay, Carl, you stay out here and keep watch in case a marauding band of bloodthirsty grave robbers shows up.
(Bug crawls up to Carl)
Carl: WAIT FOR ME!!!
(When they are walking inside the tomb, Jimmy has a torch and is leading the way)
Carl: Okay are things going to like jump out at us and...and scare us?
Sheen: (Jumps out behind Carl) AH!
Carl: AAAAAAAAAH!
Sheen: No, Carl, everything in here is dead.
Carl: Oh, that's good cause...dead things?! Uh, I'm allergic to dead things.
Jimmy: Don't worry, Carl, nothing's going to hurt you.
Cindy: I don't believe it.
Sheen: It can't be.
Jimmy: But it is.
Carl: It's!
(The four see the Egyptian art that looks just like Libby and then all turn to her)
Jimmy: It's Queen Howsaboutislapya!
Sheen: Smoking! I'd be her king in a Retroville minute.
Cindy: She looks just like...
Carl: Me?
Libby: No, me!
Sheen: Wow, Libby, maybe she's your great-great-great-great-great-
(A couple days later)
Sheen: Great-great-great-grandmother!
Libby: I'm royalty.
Cindy: Oh, boy, here we go. Queen Libby is in the house.
Libby: Hey, maybe this whole place belongs to me! I could turn it into a hot little dance club/restaurant/boutique/water park --
Carl: Hey, Jimmy. Somebody wrote on the walls. They're going to get in trouble.
Jimmy: No, no, Carl, those are hieroglyphics: the ancient Egyptian art of picture writing.
Sheen: Hey, I saw this in Ultra-Lord vs the Mutant Pus-Spitting Mummy. I can read this stuff.
Cindy: Yeah, right.
Sheen: The queen flew on the wings of an eagle. She had a VCR, but she wanted a DVD and the gods sent munchkins to hypnotize her water-skis, so she took her peanut-butter sandwich for a walk. The end.
Carl: Wow, Sheen, that was amazing!
Jimmy: Excuse me, my watch has a Sandskrit-to-English translator. The queen was only 18 when she died.
Sheen: Why must the good die young?!
Jimmy:
Cindy: Get to the point, Doofus of Arabia.
Jimmy: It's just a silly curse, and there's no such thing as curses.
Carl: Oh, so they're like the Loch Ness Monster and North Dakota.
Sheen: Hey, guys, I think I found the bathroom. It smells like a bathroom! I wish I had one of those deodorizer things you hang in the car from the rearview mirror.
Carl: Lemon or strawberry?
Sheen: (Takes both) Thans, Carl. Hey! Why do you carry those around with you?
Carl: Cause.
Jimmy: Follow me.
Carl: Oh, I bet something really bad's gonna happen.
Cindy: With Nerdtron leading the way, it's a pretty safe bet.
(Back at the school, Principal Willoughby is watching an exercise tape)
Man: Up and two and feel the burn.
Principal Willoughby: Yes, I feel the burn. Oh baby, do I feel the burn!
Man: Come on! Oh yeah!
Principal Willoughby: Wait a minute -- we don't have a tanning salon.
Sheen: I for one am deeply disappointed. It's just a big, empty room.
Jimmy: Well, the pyramid designers sometimes built hundreds of empty chambers - to confuse grave robbers. They would wonder for hours until they -
You got ten seconds to get us out of here.
Guys... I'm kind of tired.
Can we take a nap?
SHEEN: A nap?
Come on, Carl.
Why don't we burp you
and change your diaper while we're at it?
Hey.
Where's Carl?
Help!
[ all straining]
Oh, man!
This is hard.
And those mimes make it look so easy.
There must be a secret button.
Or maybe a password opens it.
No problem.
Open sesame.
Abracadabra.
Mick-a-mick-a-hi, mick-a heinie-heinie-ho!
Shama-lama ding-dong!
♪ Karma, karma chameleon...
A-wop-wop-a-loo-wop, a-wop-bam-boom.
Well, that's all I got.
Okay, um, I don't like it in here!
[ snakes hissing]
Snakes!
MAN [ on video]: A desert full of sand,
stretching as far as the eye could see...
Miss Fowl, some of your students have gone AWOL!
I'll get to the bottom of this if it takes me the rest...
MAN [ on video]: Sand, sand and more sand.
So much sand, you really wouldn't believe it.
[ all snoring loudly]
SHEEN: Carl, we're coming to get you!
Don't worry, you'll be fine!
He's history, huh?
JIMMY: Spice jars!
If we can gather up
enough kaffir lime leaves and dry mustard powder,
I can ignite them and blow the door open.
Where do you learn all this stuff?
That I learned at the library.
Oh.
And the library is a...?
Okay, nice snakes.
Pretty snakes.
Um, go away, please.
Y-You don't want to bite me with your long, sharp fangs
and inject poison into my bloodstream.
[ fuse hissing]
[ panting]: Thanks, guys.
I thought I was going to be snake food.
Okay, this field trip is over.
How are you going to get us out of here, Mr. Tour Guide?
We don't want to get out of here.
Okay, Jimmy's lost it.
I elect myself leader.
Everybody start crying and yelling.
JIMMY: No, guys.
Look.
JIMMY: The queen's burial chamber.
Get ready to see a real, live mummy.
SHEEN: Hey, Jimmy.
Was the queen going to have a garage sale?
The Egyptians believed in an afterlife,
so they preserved their bodies
and buried them with their furniture, jewelry, pets...
[ Sheen laughing]
Man, those ancient Egyptians were a bunch of whack jobs.
[ pottery shattering]
But in case they're right,
bury me with my Ultra Lord collection.
Well, guys, this was fun.
[ laughing nervously]
Okay, let's all leave in a quiet and orderly fashion
before we see something really scary, like...
Mummies!
[ all gasp]
[ all talking at once]
JIMMY: Shh-- stand still.
I'll find my torch.
CINDY: Ow! That's not your torch.
JIMMY: Sorry.
CARL: Hey, Jimmy.
I still got your electro-life thingy
that makes a light.
[ electro-life device buzzing]
Found it!
Now lets take a look at those mummies.
[ growling]
J-Jimmy, the mummies are looking at us.
Impossible.
LIBBY: They're moving.
I did it!
Yeah!
My electro-life works!
I can bring the dead back to life.
All right!
You trampled all over the laws of nature!
Way to go!
Yeah, terrific.
Now a bunch of dead guys
wrapped in toilet paper
are going to k*ll us.
Um, guys, I suggest we...
[ screaming]: run!
[ mummies growling]
Jimmy... next time you invite me anywhere,
remind me to say no.
Let's hope there is a next time!
[ mummies moaning, growling]
Hey! Guys!
I'm related to your queen.
Ah! Oh, wait! No!
[ mummies growling and moaning]
[ mummies' bones rattling]
Here.
JIMMY: We can hide.
[ straining]
Ow.
So, this is how it ends.
Playing hide-and-get-k*lled in a tomb in Egypt.
Why must the good die young?!
They're coming this way.
Everybody stay quiet.
Uh, Jimmy, now would be a real good time
for one of your brain blasts.
Think... think.
LIBBY: She looks just like...
Me?
No. Me.
Brain blast!
Libby, quick, I need you!
Oh, why, Jimmy, this is so sudden.
Hey, what's going on?
It's the desert love curse
working its evil ways on Jimmy's heart.
Libby, you look like the queen.
If you pretend to be her,
maybe the mummies will obey your commands.
That's the stupidest, most idiotic idea I've ever heard.
But I love doing makeovers.
Let's do it.
Let me do her hair!
Let me do her hair!
I got nails.
[ growling and moaning]
Stop!
Halt?
Yo, dead guys!
Your queen orders you to cool it!
[ grunting questioningly]
[ all gasping]
Now, I'm your queen. Bow down to my queenly queenliness!
[ grunting uncertainly]
Oh, great-- you stopped the mummies, but you've created a new monster.
Let me hear you say, "Yeah."
ALL: Yeah!
Say, "Oh, yeah."
ALL: Oh, yeah.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh."
ALL: Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Now raise the roof and shake your booty!
[ mumbling, repeating command]
Uh, Libby, I know you're having a moment, but we do have a situation here.
Right, right, right-- sorry. I command you to sleep for five...
ALL: Ten!
Ten trillion more years!
[ groan, begin snoring]
LIBBY: Sleep tight, don't let the scarab bugs bite.
Carl, give me the electro-life.
Why, Jimmy?
Some things should not see the light of day. For who am I, a mere mortal, to alter the very laws of mortality?
Good thing we're in a tomb, because you're boring us to death.
SHEEN: I found the bathroom!
[ loud thump]
Ow!
SHEEN: Why must the good get hit on their heads?
SHEEN: Farewell, cruel desert.
CARL: Don't forget to write.
You know, I think I'm down with this new look. I'm going to keep it.
So do we have to address you as "Queen Libby" from now on?
[ laughs]
No, "Your Mighty Fine Royal Fabulousness" will do.
JIMMY: Mach speed to Retroville!
MAN [ on video]: And the Nile continued to flow on and on and on and on and on and on and on...[ students snoring]
Miss Fowl, we're back!
Carl!Carl!Carl!Carl!
What?!
Where have you children been? I want the truth!
And I'll have none of this "tanning salon" business.
SHEEN: Uh, did I say we were going to the tanning salon?
I meant, uh... uh, the bathroom.
Oh, well... all right then.
In Egypt-- and Libby got to be a queen, and mummies chased us and we discovered a lost tomb...
Leaving school without permission-- that's ten demerits!
[ all groan]
And for discovering a lost tomb... extra recess all this week!
[ all cheering]
Whoo-hoo!
Hey, Jim, I just thought of something. If your electro thingy worked on the mummies, maybe it worked on Swimmy!
Well, I hate to admit it, but I guess that was a pretty cool adventure, Neutron.
Aw, thanks, Cindy.
But I bet the next one stinks!
Well, who says I'm going to invite you?
Well, who says I'd even go?
Who says I'd want you to go?
CINDY: I wouldn't go!
JIMMY: I wouldn't let you go.
♪ Swimmy, Swimmy, Swimmy
♪ Swimmy, Swimmy, Swimmy, little Swimmy, little Swimmy. ♪