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Then everything started spinning around and around.
Until it all got sucked in at once! And then--
(Cat screeches) - Duncan!
How many times have I told you, no cat-fishing!
- Awww. - (Cat screeches)
- Whoa! - (Meows)
- And then?
- Yeah! We gotta know how this dream ends!
Did the space hammer squash all those subterranean Martians?
- Did the brave fighter pilots stop the city
from being destroyed?
- Did they get the fish back into the ocean in time?
- Oh, um, well...
(Loud thuds) - (Evil cackles)
- Izzy! Come on! Finish your story!
- Uh... I can't remember.
- Urgh! Are you serious!?
- Let me try again.
(Strains) Oh, come on.
Come on brain tell me what it is...
Nope. I got nothin'.
Well, except a headache. (Pained grunt)
It's almost as bad as the time my doctor found
all those spider eggs in there.
All: EWWWWWW!!
- Duncan! You know that's cheating!
- (Cackles) (Video game sounds)
I am on fire today!
- Okay, kids! Naptime! - Phew.
Trying to remember your dreams is more tiring
than teaching French to turtles.
(Snoring)
- (Sighs) How am I supposed to sleep
after Izzy left us hanging with those dream stories?
- I know right? - Oh I need closure!
- You guys, I'm worried Izzy has...
Yawnstipation.
All: Huh?
- It's when your dreams get clogged and can't end.
- Sounds... kinda gross.
And why am I supposed to care
about some weird dream disease anyway?
- Cuz if you don't get it fixed,
your brain turns into potato soup
and leaks out your nose?
(Snoring)
All: (Gasp) - I hate potato soup.
Luckily, there's a device at the Pseudo Science Superstore
that can help.
(Beeping)
- (Sleepy moan)
Okay! Everyone in their dream pod!
- I don't remember volunteering.
- You gotta get in the pod
so I can insert you into Izzy's mind and fix her dreams.
- Wait, Harold, have you ever even used one of these before?
- Uhh... w-w-what?
Can't hear you over all this science!
OKAY, GOOD LUCK, see you later!
(Poof)
- The yard? Harold's 'dream machine'
turned out to just be some lame,
run-of-the-mill teleporter! - (Distant giggle)
- Wait. Do you guys hear that?
- (Distant giggle) - Wait. Is that... Izzy?
(All gasp)
Bridgette: We are in her dreams.
Owen, Leshawna: Whoaaaaaaaa...
(Bird chirps) - Ugh!
- Ha! A bird just flew up her nose!
- I hate when that happens. Ugh!
UGH! NOT AGAIN!
- (Pre-Sneeze) Ah...
- Oh no! It looks like she's gonna--
- Ah...ah!
AAAHHHH CHOOOO!
- (Splash) Quick, you guys! Climb aboard!
- Can we trust this guy?
- I've never been lied to by a sandwich before.
(Tooting)
(Whistling)
♪♪♪
- Um... hi? You feelin' okay, pal?
- I think we're safe. You guys okay?
- Sure! Great! We're on a tiny boat, in a snot ocean,
talking to a sandwich.
Couldn't be better. Pardon me a moment...
- Harold, if you can hear me! Get us outta here now!
- Harold! Harold! - I'm yelling at the sky!
(Air horn blows)
- Guys, it's me! See?
- Harold? You look just like that ham sandwich
you always eat before nap. - Weird.
I guess that's how Izzy sees me in her dreams.
I'll explain everything.
Meet me inside; it's not safe for you out here.
- Can you please hurry up and get us out of Izzy's head?
- Well, that's kinda why I'm here.
I'm afraid pulling you out isn't really an option anymore.
There was an unfortunate accident...
(Squirting, machine fizzles) (Duncan cackles)
(Whooshing) - Duncan, why?!
- It looked thirsty!
- The equipment is malfunctioning?
So you're kindaaaa... stuck.
All: AHHHHHHHHHHH!
- The only way out now is to complete your mission -
otherwise, you could be trapped in Izzy's mind forever
or at least until it turns to soup.
- I hate potato soup.
(Air horn sounds) - Hey! Snap out of it!
You can do this!
Just clear the clog and use what you find
to finish Izzy's dreams.
Here. Take this.
The Machine mapped a path through Izzy's mind.
And it looks like the clog is here;
The Brain Drain.
- How are we supposed to get there?
- Oh easy! You just- (static)
HEY! STOP THAT!
(Flames crackle)
- (Whistling)
- Sorry, guys. You're on your ownnnn!
All: HAROLDDDDD! - OH NO!
I really wanted to eat that Sandwich,
but more importantly... WE'RE LOST IN IZZY'S DREAMS!
- Hey! Get a grip! We're not lost.
- Yeah! 'Cuz we have a map! - Oh. Right.
- According to this...
we wanna find an eject symbol?
But where are we gonna find that on a dream boat.
- Look! The same symbol!
- Press it, Owen! - WAIT!
We can't just leave this guy, can we?
Fish belong in the water.
- Ugh.
- Uh, I don't think he wants to go in.
- Guys, the map doesn't say anything about a goldfish.
So I'm hitting this thing.
(Beeping) - Whooooa!
(KABOOM!) AAAHHHH!!!
- Is it too late to vote for NOT pressing the button?
(Screaming)
(Plane roars) All: OOF!
- WHOA! Lucky we landed in this plane.
- Ooh! I hope they serve those tiny pretzels!
My record is eleven packs on a flight to Denver.
WHAT IS THAT?
- It's Baby Sourguts! And he is cranky!
(Belches, flames crackle)
- Oh no you did NOT just burp at me, giant baby!
Now you're gonna get it!
(Plane roars)
EAT LASERS!
(Bubble sprout) - Bubbles?
- (Roars) - We're hit!
I don't think I'm gonna be able to land this thing!
- Land?! But snack service hasn't even started yet!
- Owen! Is that all you ever think about,
you big hungry baby!
- Big Hungry baby!
That's it!
The map doesn't say stop the baby!
We have to FEED IT!
- No wait! Leshawnaaaaaaaa!
All: AAAHHHH!!!
- Who keeps pretzels in the bomb bay?
We could have been snacking this whole time!
AAAHHHH!!!
- (Gulp) - AAAHHHH!!!
♪♪♪
(Growls)
- (Gasp) I know this place.
It's the Whack-A-Martian game
that Duncan always cheats at except GINORMOUS!
- Well, let's find our way outta here.
- Why don't we just ask this guy?
(Approaching stomps)
- No time for directions! RUNNNN!
(Thwack) - (Cackles)
Time for a new high score!
(Thwack) - (Cackles)
- I knew there was a reason I hated this game!
- Quick! That one!
AAAHHHH!!!
- Oh... we made it to the Brain Drain!
And it's clogged just like Sandwich Harold said!
Help me clear it!
(Effort grunts)
- It's stuck! - But then how are we gonna--
- CAAANNNNOOONNBAAALLLL!!
(Rumbling)
Uh, I don't want to alarm anyone, but...
this thing really sucks!
Ooh! Look at that jiggle!
WHOA!
(Items whooshing) AAAHHHH!!!
- Wait. We're back at the game?
- Of course! We cleared the clog,
but we still have to finish Izzy's dreams!
- ON IT!
- (Cackles) Time for a new high score!
- Owen, get outta there!
- (Cackles)
(Explosion)
(Coughs) Oof!
- Alright, you guys!
Let's get all things back where they belong.
Time to get our... dream on.
♪♪♪
(Belches)
(Plane roars)
- All I have left is this fishing rod and a ball of yarn.
But that doesn't make any sense. Huh?
(Reel rattles)
- We are in Izzy's dreams, remember?
(Cat screeches)
- A cat-fish?
- No wonder he didn't wanna go in the water!
- That's it! We finished Izzy's last dream!
- Then what's with that giant water fall?!
(Water whooshing) AAAHHHH!!!
Hey Guys, I finally fixed the computer,
And... whoa, good thing too!
- Hurry up and get us outta here, you Meathead!
(Poof)
- Sacre bleu.
- (Yawns) I feel so refreshed!
(Poof) - WE DID IT!
(All cheering)
- Good news, guys!
This time I remembered all my dreams!
- Oh, Izzy. I really don't care.
But I am ready for a nap.
(Huge belch) - Uh, guys?
We're sure we made it out of Izzy's dream, right?
- Of course we're sure.
You think I can't tell the difference
between dreams and reality?
- Oh... okay. That's good.
(People scream, sirens wail, baby burps)
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