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Noah: I'm sorry, Steve,
we're gonna have to let you go.
- Please, I have a family! And... I know things.
If I'm going down then you--
- ♪ I'm meeee My name's Codeeee ♪
♪ I need to peeee, in the bathroom-eee ♪
- I have information that--
(Quiet effort sounds)
(Pants)
- ♪ And then after I pee I will use TP ♪
(Engine hums)
- Uh, Izzy?
Are you-are you hunting Cody?
- Pfft. People hunting is a Tuesday activity.
I'm obserrrrrving!
Have you ever, like, watched Cody?
He does some weird stuff.
Owen: Ooh, can I have half your banana?
- Yes you can!
(Regurgitates banana)
(Slurps)
- (Sniffing) - Yeah, I guess Cody is...
okay... a little odd... but... okay.
You're not exactly the Queen of normal yourself.
- You're just saying that 'cause I have jars of jam
on my hands! It's actually marmalade,
which is the name for jam that's gross.
- Cool. Good talk.
- I've been doing a LOT of Cody observing,
and I don't think he's "odd" at all.
He's super normal... (Whooshes)
FOR AN ALIEN!
That's right, Cody's a space alien...
from space!
And IIII'm gonna prove it.
(Computer keys clack)
- Chef! Sign here, please.
- Okee-dokee.
What's this for anyway?
- It gives me permission to perform an autopsy on Cody.
- WHOA! WHOA! WHOA NOW!
Let me think about this.
Hmmm... uh...
No. - But Cody is an alien
and the only way to prove it
is with science so... I need to cut him in half
and count the alien rings inside!
- This sounds like a case of
"I spent all weekend watching the space network
and now I think everyone's an extraterrestrial."
- I didn't WANNA watch alien movies!
My cat swallowed the remote!
No, Mister Mittens,
not the space channels.
I want the princess warrior network.
- (Farts)
Not the volume, Mr. Mittens! - (Farting)
- I think you need to take your cat to the vet, Izzy.
And no autopsies on other kids.
- Fine! But I'm continuing with my non-invasive Cody study.
(Drill whirrs)
- Okay, but if Cody turns up autopsied
you get a timeout.
- (groans) O-kay.
- (Whistling)
Whoa-OA! Look out, Courtney!
I can't hear where I'm going!
- For this first test just tell me what you see
in these totally random...
abstract... ink blots.
- Kinda looks like a comet?
That one looks like a spaceship.
Yeah! That's a nifty laser blaster!
- Well, someone's got SPACE stuff on the brain, huh?
Verrry interesting.
Let's move on.
This sensor will help me get an accurate reading
on my truth detector.
(Whirring)
Are you comfortable? - Yes.
- How about... NOWWWW!
- A little less, but--
- QUESTION ONE!
Do you live far away?
- Uh huh. - AH HA!
And do you sometimes miss your real home?
- Mmmm... sometimes.
- HAHH! Final question:
Are you from... a planet?
- YES!
- WE'RE DONE HERE! Thanks Cody.
See! Cody IS an alien.
- (Gasp) Did you use up all the toilet paper doing this?
♪ Ta dam ♪
Harold: Hello? Can I get some help.
There's no toilet paper in here.
(sigh) Well, goodbye Lewis.
(Toilet flush)
- I bring you proof of alien life
and all you care about is butt hygiene?
WAKE UP, SHEEPLE!
- Look, I know I said you could keep playing your
"Cody's an Alien" game,
but I'm getting worried you're about to pull an Izzy.
- What's pulling an Izzy?
- Well...
♪ Happy Birthday dear Owennn ♪
♪ Happy Birthday to you! ♪
- Let me cut the cake!
(Cackles) (Saw whirs, cake splats)
NO ONE STEALS MY DNA!
(Splash)
(Tank rumbles)
No one keeps me out of The Basketball Federation!
You made up all those examples except the first three.
- WHAAAT?
Just-don't let things get out of hand. Please?
- Fiiine.
Engage countdown to ROCKET LAUNCH!
- Whoa! Where did you get a rocket?!
- Ah, the space military... duh.
- Uh oh. Izzy's pulling an Izzy.
- I'll run and tell the teacher!
- And Courtney's pulling a Courtney.
Let's get out of here before things get out of hand.
- Come on, Cody! I'm taking you home.
- Yay! That's where my jammies live!
(Door slams) - Izzy! Stop!
What are you doing?!
(Rocket blasts) AAAAAAAAAAH!
Izzy! Izzy! Let me in!
- (Sing-song) Who iiiiis it?
- Open the door!
- Okay, okay. Don't have a cow.
(Quivering) GHA-GHA-GHA-GHA-GHA-GHA!
(Pained wincing)
♪♪♪
Ship computer: Launch complete.
- Ooh, I could get used to this.
Ship computer: Artificial gravity engaged.
- (slams) OW!
What were you thinking, Izzy?
- Cody's an alien,
I have to get him back to his planet.
I don't know where it is yet, but, pfft,
how big can space be?
- It's big.
Ship computer: Approaching interlocking wormholes.
Avoid at all costs.
- Wormholes? COOL!
LET'S GO!
- (Gasps) Izzy no!
(Whooshes)
(Poof) (Baby wails)
(Poof) (Screams)
AAAAAAAAH! Izzy: Woo-hoo-hooo!
That was fun!
- Fun? Are you kidding?
That was terrifying!
And look at this stupid tail!
Plus, we've got no idea where that wormhole spit us out.
We're gonna be lost in space forever.
- Forever? Noooo.
We've only got enough air to last, oh, an hour. Tops.
- Why didn't you pack more air?!
- Well, I'm not blaming anyone, buuut...
ONE OF US did a lot of screaming.
- These buttons make funny sounds.
- CODY! NO! - Almost done.
Ship computer: Intergalactic Positioning System activated.
- Yay! Take. Me. Home.
Ship computer: Route home: calibrating.
System initializing. (Beeping)
- Oh! We're heading home. Good.
I was starting to worr--
(Engine roars) Oof!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
GAAAAHHH!
Ship computer: You have arrived at your destination.
- (sighs) Home at last.
Wait... where's the pollution.
The ocean full of plastic bottles.
This isn't our planet!
(Landing gear whooshes)
Ship computer: Landing maneuver complete.
Warning: fuel reserves now empty.
(Whirring) - Yay!
- Cody, I thought you programmed that thing
to take us home.
- Uh huh, I did!
This is my home.
- (Gasp) I was right!
Cody IS an alien.
Cody alien 1: Everyone, Cody has returned to us!
- Arggh! - Whoaaa.
- Welcome to planet Cody, where I was hatched.
Here, everyone is a Cody.
(Ominous music)
- Gah!
Wh-why didn't you ever tell us you weren't from earth?
- I tried, but no one ever listened.
- One, two, three, four...
- I'm from outer space! - Cody, shush!
No one cares if you're out of spice.
- Come, Cody of Earth. Tell us of your travels.
- (sighs) Okay. Cody's an alien.
- Don't worry I'm not going to say I told you so.
That would be rude-BOOOM!!
IN YO' FACE, SUCKAHHH!
- (Chanting) Co-dy! Co-dy! Co-dy! Co-dy!
- They love me, Izzy! They love me!
- GOOD FOR YOU, CODY!
Good for you.
- You did a lot to get Cody back to his home, Izzy.
Is that 'cause you know how it is to feel different,
and thought finding the place Cody belongs
might mean there's a place where you belong too?
- Did you just call me WEIRD?!
- No. - RUDE.
I'm reporting you to the school board!
- No, I-I'm just-- - You're in big trouble!
- HEYYY... Let's go see what Cody is doing.
- Your experiences on earth sound so thrilling and strange.
- Tell us more.
- Well, on earth
they only eat the inside of the banana!
- Unbelievable! - So GROSS! - EW, YUCK!
- Chef! Izzy! Good news, these Codys pee rocket fuel.
- Not sure a doctor would call that good news.
- They refueled the ship; we can get back to Earth.
(Toilet flush)
(Platform whirs)
- That's kinda gross, but...
- Alright, Codys! LET'S GO!
- I'll be right there. I just need to say goodbye.
I know, I'm your hero,
but Earth is where my best friends live
and every day they teach me about love,
acceptance and respect.
(Door shuts, being) - They're leaving without you.
- WAIT, WHAT!?
(Rocket blasts)
- I was worried we were gonna be stuck on that planet
but it looks like I'm getting us back home safe and sound.
- You sure did, Chef. - Ahhh!
Oh no.
That's the wrong Cody.
- Whoa. You are in such... big... trouble.
You grabbed the wrong Cody.
You left the real Cody in outer space!
And you called me weird -
not gonna forget about that either.
BIG trouble. I would NOT wanna be you right now.
Ohhhhhohhoho...
Chef: (groans) This is gonna be along trip home.
♪ Ta ta ta ♪
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