[A cryoxide transport ship lands outside Control Central. A disguised Buzz and Delete step out, and hook up a hose to a terminal to siphon Motherboard's cryoxide. A security camera watches their every move.]
Buzz: Out with the old...
Delete: Don't forget to wave at the camera!
Buzz: In with the new.
[Meanwhile, in Control Central's main room...]
Digit: Morning, Motherboard. Sorry about this but I promised, 'a tune up a day while the doc's away.' Say 'ahhh.'
[Motherboard opens up an access slot. Digit sticks a thermometer into it, but when he pulls it out, it's burnt up.]
Digit: Wuh oh.
Motherboard: Are you... as hot as I am?
[Digit pulls out a mirror.]
Digit: Well, I like to think I'm not unattractive.
Motherboard: Check... cryoxide!
Digit: Yeah, yeah, I know, the virus has you burning up coolant extra fast. I put in an order for more cryoxide last night. I'll just make sure it got here.
[Digit inspects Motherboard's cryoxide tank. The tank is overflowing with a steaming, green sludge.]
Digit: Hey! What is this stuff? Cryoxide is blue, not... blech!
[Some of the sludge squirts Digit in the face.]
Digit: I'll pretend that didn't happen.
[More sludge squirts him.]
Digit: Motherboard, calm down!
Motherboard: Digit, is th-that you?
[Digit warps, stretches and squashes in Motherboard's vision as her systems overheat.]
Motherboard: Systems too hot! Much too hot! Burning up!
Digit: I gotta do something! Think, think!
[Motherboard starts spitting out floppy disks crazily, barely missing Digit.]
[Digit runs over to a refrigerator.]
Digit: There's gotta be a way to cool her down! Cold, cold, I need something cold.
[He starts tossing items from the freezer.]
Digit: Carrots, cauliflower, cholesterol free custard, corn, cranberries! Sheesh! Only Dr. Marbles would alphabetize his food! Ham, hot dogs... AHA! Ice!
[Digit runs over to Motherboard's cryoxide tank, dumping the ice on top of it. It immediately begins to melt.]
Digit: That's better.
[Digit pulls out his cyberphone and dials a number.]
Digit: Bluefalls Cryoxide? What? No, please! Don't put me on hold! No, this is an emergency! I need help here.
[Motherboard's cryoxide tank begins to vent violently, causing Digit to drop his phone.]
[A door opens up, revealing a portal behind it. Matt steps out, surveying the area.]
Matt: Let me guess, Motherboard's virus is worse!
[Digit, Inez and Jackie are taking cover behind a shelf as Motherboard continues to spit out countless floppy disks.]
Digit: She needs fresh cryoxide!
Matt: Good thing I just came from baseball practice, looks like you need these.
[Matt pulls out two baseball helmets from his backpack, handing them to Jackie and Inez.]
Inez: Thanks, Matt.
Matt: Sorry, I only have two. (To Digit) What's cryoxide?
Digit: Follow me.
[Digit leads the Earthlies over to Motherboard's cryoxide tank, crawling to avoid the floppy disks.]
Digit: Cryoxide is the coolant in her tank and radiator that keeps her from overheating and melting her CPU!
Jackie: All I see is green, yucky goop!
Digit: That's the problem!
Inez: What happened?
Digit: I don't know. I was just gonna check the security camera.
[Digit presses a button on the terminal keyboard, bringing up the security footage on the main screen.]
Digit: Here's our regular delivery of cryoxide...
[The footage shows a shadowy but familiar figure hooking up a hose to Motherboard's cryoxide terminal.]
Inez: Are you sure?
[The shadowy figure trips over the hose and falls, revealing Buzz and Delete.]
Jackie: It's Buzz, and Delete!
Motherboard: Buzz? Delete? Hack... ha-ha-hack attack!
Digit: They must have filled Motherboard's tank with that soupy stuff! That's why she's overheating!
Matt: So Motherboard needs a fresh tank of cryoxide, right? How much cryoxide in a tank full?
Digit: I don't know, but there's only one place to get it: Castleblanca.
Matt, Jackie and Inez: (In unison) Castleblanca?
Inez: Not again..!
Digit: I can't reach them, so we have to go there.
Jackie: Okay, guys. Let's get organized. If we have to bring back the cryoxide, we need something to carry it in.
[Later, Jackie is seen comparing the sizes of different glass jars to Motherboard's tank.]
Jackie: Hmm. I don't think any of these jars will hold as much liquid as Motherboard's tank. They're tall enough, but too narrow.
[Inez compares the tank to a different jar.]
Inez: And this looks wide enough, but it's way too short.
Matt: Hey, look what I found!
[Matt brings over a much larger jar that's the same apparent size as Motherboard's tank.]
Matt: A little taller, and almost as wide. It's a match! They should both hold the same amount of cryoxide.
Motherboard: Cowboy... riding, HIP! Fishing.
Inez: What's she doing?
Motherboard: Ski! Army. Go, go, go! Galoshes.
Digit: I think she's trying to reboot!
Matt: Don't worry, Motherboard. We'll be back in no time.
[The Cybersquad heads out to the Control Central launch pad. A garage door opens up, revealing a two-seat vehicle. It flies up to them automatically.]
Digit: There it is, the Doc's new two-seater cybercoupe!
Matt: Let's motor!
Inez: Um, we have a problem.
Matt: Yeah, no CD player.
Inez: I meant there's not enough room for all of us.
Digit: I'll stay here with Motherboard just in case she needs help.
Jackie: And I'll stay with Digit, in case he needs help.
Digit: There's an onboard tracking system already programmed for Castleblanca.
[Inez is already in the driver's seat of the cybercoupe.]
Matt: Hey! Who said you get to drive?
Inez: You drove last time.
[Matt hops in the passenger side.]
Matt: Wait, there was no last time!
[Inez guns the motor, blasting them off towards Castleblanca. Meanwhile aboard the Grim Wreaker, The Hacker is trying to find the perfect crown to sit atop his head.]
Hacker: Nope! Uh-uh! Too small, much too small for the next king of Cyberspace!
[Hacker places an impossibly wide crown on his narrow head, and inspects it in the mirror.]
Hacker: Hmm. Wide is good... but I need something bigger! More impressive! After all, it's going to crown absolute greatness!
[Buzz and Delete approach the Wreaker in their cryoxide delivery ship. They contact Hacker.]
Buzz: Boss, boss! We're watching Motherboard like you said, and we just saw those pesky kids!
Delete: Yeah, they just left Control Central.
Hacker: Don't bother me now you sniveling cybirds, I'm busy! I just want to know if that contaminated concoction of cryoxide has Motherboard ready to blow our dump!
Delete: (In unison with Buzz) She's smokin'! Smoooookin'!
Buzz: (In unison with Delete) Oh yeah, boss! She's ready to go!
Hacker: Good! Now, find out what those kids are up to. If they interfere with my plan, I'll sever your circuits, one gigabyte at a time! Is that clear?!
Buzz: Oh yeah, boss! Clear as a bell! Heh, w-w-we're on it!
Delete: Hey, boss?
Delete: Nice crown.
Hacker: MOVE IT!!
ACCORDING TO THE TRACKING SYSTEM,
THAT'S BLUE FALLS CASTLE DOWN THERE.
DON'T YOU THINK YOU SHOULD SLOW DOWN A LITTLE?
WHY? IS THERE A SPEED LIMIT IN CYBERSPACE?
ONLY FOR LANDING. LOOK OUT!
NOT BAD FOR AN EARTHLY, HUH?
UH-OH! THEY MUST BE LOOKIN' TO GET SOME NEW CRYOXIDE!
AHHH... THE BOSS ISN'T GONNA BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS!
WHAT DO WE DO, BUZZ, WHAT DO WE DO?
WE STOP 'EM, THAT'S WHAT WE DO!
PUT THIS BABY DOWN SOMEWHERE.
HOPE THIS IS THE RIGHT CASTLE.
YOU SEE ANY OTHER BLUE CASTLES? THIS HAS TO BE THE RIGHT ONE!
THAT'S WHAT WE SAID LAST TIME.
IF DRACULA ANSWERS THE DOOR - I'M GONE!
THIS IS A GOOD SIGN.
HALT RIGHT THERE!
HEY! DIDN'T YOU USED TO BE AT ANOTHER CASTLE?
AREN'T WE ALL FROM SOMEPLACE ELSE? WHAT DO YOU WANT?
AND MAKE IT SHORT - I LIKE SHORT.
WE CAME FOR CRYOXIDE. IT'S IMPORTANT.
SO AM I. WALK THIS WAY.
I'LL GET THE HEAD MAN UP HERE.
OH, I GOTTA FIX THAT SOMETIME.
MAN, I THOUGHT WE HAD A TOUGH JOB.
I GUESS WE SHOULD WAIT IN HERE.
WOW! WHAT A PLACE!
THE CRYOXIDE BUSINESS MUST BE GOOD.
MATT? DID YOU EVER SEE THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA?
YEAH. AND I HAVE THAT TERRIBLE FEELING
WE'RE GOING TO SEE HIM AGAIN.
WHOA, THAT WAS CLOSE!
SNAZZY CHANDELIER, WHAT?
YOU ALMOST CRUSHED US!
HEY, LET THE AIR OUT, SISTER. NO HARM MEANT.
YES, LONG TIME, NO SEE.
LAST TIME WE WERE HERE, YOU WERE PLAYING THE PIANO
AT THE HARVEST BALL.
THAT WAS MY DAY JOB. IS THIS JOINT SWELL, OR WHAT?
WHAT'S WITH THE JAR, KIDDO?
WE NEED SOME CRYOXIDE. IT'S FOR MOTHERBOARD.
HACKER CONTAMINATED HER SUPPLY - AND NOW SHE DOESN'T HAVE ANY.
THAT'S A REAL SOB STORY - YOU'RE BREAKING MY HEART.
AH, MINE TOO. BUT THERE'S A THOUSAND CYBERSITES -
AND A THOUSAND STORIES JUST LIKE YOURS. COME THIS WAY!
BUSY DAY. WE MUST BE ON THE TOUR!
TOO BAD! I'M FROM THE HEALTH DEPARTMENT.
MOVE ASIDE, CONE DOME, I'M CHECKIN' FOR VERMIN!
TAKE A GANDER, KIDDOS - CRYOXIDE FALLS!
YOU GET USED TO IT.
CAN YOU FILL OUR JAR, SAMS? WE'RE REALLY IN A HURRY.
WHAT'S SO FUNNY?
LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, KIDDO. THIS STUFF IS PRECIOUS.
EVERYONE IN CYBERSPACE NEEDS IT.
THIS COOLANT IS HOT, HOT, HOT! WE'VE GOT SO MANY ORDERS
TO FILL, THERE'S BARELY ENOUGH TO GO AROUND.
BESIDES, MOTHERBOARD GOT HER DELIVERY ALREADY!
BUT WE TOLD YOU WHAT HAPPENED! C'MON, WE'RE TALKING ABOUT
MOTHERBOARD- THE PROTECTOR OF ALL CYBERSPACE!
YEAH, YOU WANT HACKER TO TAKE OVER? YOU NEED HER SAMS.
DON'T LET HER DOWN.
OH, ALRIGHT, LISTEN. ONE JARFUL - BUT THAT'S IT!
THEY'RE GETTIN' MORE CYROXIDE.
WE GOTTA STOP 'IM, BUZZY. YOU HEARD THE BOSS - DO SOMETHING.
THERE YOU GO, KIDDO.
AND DON'T SHOW YOUR FACES 'ROUND HERE AGAIN, OKAY?
TELL MOTHERBOARD THIS ONE'S ON THE HOUSE.
NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, I HAVE A RESERVOIR TO FILL.
HEY, GET READY TO RUMBLE! WE'RE MAKIN' OUR MOVE!
WE MADE OUR MOVE, ALRIGHT! EH! WHERE ARE WE?
OH, I DON'T HAVE A CLUE!
OUT WITH THIS GOOPY PEA SOUP STUFF!
BRING ON THE CRYOXIDE, GUYS!
THIS SHOULD COOL HER DOWN.
YEAH! OH YEAH! WE DID IT! WAY TO GO!
- SHE'LL BE...
- ...COMIN' ROUND THE MOUTAIN *
WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT'S GOING ON?!
- ...WHEN SHE COMES...
SHE'S HEATING UP AGAIN!
NO WONDER! HER TANK'S NOT FULL!
THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! OUR CONTAINER'S THE SAME SIZE
AS MOTHERBOARD'S, IT SHOULD BE FULL!
SHE'S GONNA BLOW! TAKE COVER!
WHOA! HER TANK PANEL BLEW OFF!
AND ALL THE CRYOXIDE WE JUST PUT IN IS GONE.
THE TANK'S TOTALLY EMPTY!
AND LOOK! HER STORAGE TANK GOES ALL THE WAY BACK HERE -
WAY DEEPER THAN WE THOUGHT!
THAT'S WHY WE DIDN'T BRING BACK ENOUGH CRYOXIDE.
BECAUSE OUR CONTAINER DOESN'T HOLD AS MUCH.
THEY DON'T HAVE THE SAME VOLUME AT ALL. SEE?
HMMM... THEY'RE ABOUT THE SAME HEIGHT AND WIDTH, ALL RIGHT -
BUT HER TANK IS WAY DEEPER. WE DIDN'T KNOW BECAUSE
THE REST OF HER TANK WAS HIDDEN.
I'M LOOKING...LOOKING...JUST LOOKING...
SHE'S ON WEB WALKABOUT. I THINK SHE'S DELIRIOUS.
WE NEED TO GET A LOT MORE CRYOXIDE - AND FAST!
BUT WE STILL DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH WE NEED.
ALL WE KNOW IS THE FIRST CONTAINER WAS TOO SMALL
AND DIDN'T HOLD ENOUGH.
WHAT ABOUT THESE? THEY'RE FILLED WITH ALL THE GUNK
WE TOOK OUT OF MOTHERBOARD!
DIDGE, YOU'RE A GENIUS!
YEAH! ALL OF THESE JARS OF CONTAMINATED JUNK
CAN TELL US HOW MUCH CRYOXIDE WE NEED TO FILL
JAX ARE YOU SAYING THAT THE AMOUNT OF LIQUID
DIDN'T CHANGE EVEN THOUGH WE CHANGED CONTAINERS?
HOW CAN THAT BE?
NONE OF THEM ARE THE SAME SHAPE AS MOTHERBOARD'S TANK.
IT ISN'T THEIR SHAPE THAT MATTERS DIDGE,
IT'S THEIR TOTAL VOLUME,
HOW MUCH CRYOXIDE THEY CAN HOLD ALTOGETHER.
C'MON GUYS, DUMP ALL THE CONTAMINATED STUFF
INTO MOTHERBOARD, THEN YOU CAN TAKE ALL THE EMPTY JARS
WITH YOU AND MEASURE OUT A TANKFUL FOR MOTHERBOARD.
COOL! A TANKFUL IS A TANKFUL, NO MATTER WHAT SHAPE IT'S IN.
I KNEW THAT.
BUT IT'S THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW. NOW, START POURING GUYS.
YEAH, BOSS, WE CAN HEAR YA'.
WHAT ARE THOSE KIDS UP TO?
NUTHIN'! UH, WE'RE WATCHIN' 'EM-- JUST LIKE A HAWK.
DON'T WORRY, BOSS. WE WON'T LET 'EM HAVE ANYMORE CRYOXIDE.
MORE CRYOXIDE? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT MORE CRYOXIDE?!
NOT CRYOXIDE -OUTSIDE! YEAH, THAT'S IT - WE'RE OUTSIDE.
WE WERE INSIDE - NOW WERE OUTSIDE.
OH... DON'T WORRY, BOSS, WE'RE ON IT!
HOW MANY MORE EMPTIES?
HOW MANY MORE?
HOW MANY MORE, DIDGE?
LAST ONE COMING!
DON'T WORRY, DON'T WORRY.
IT'S NOT BROKEN JUST A LITTLE CRACKED
WELL, MAYBE A LOT CRACKED.
I DON'T THINK IT WILL LAST THE TRIP.
IT'S OKAY, DIDGE, WE CAN FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO HOLD
THE SAME AMOUNT OF LIQUID. ONLY, I DON'T SEE ONE.
HOW ABOUT THIS ONE?
LET'S CHECK IT OUT.
THIS JAR HOLDS AS MUCH AS THE ONE THAT CRACKED!
WE'RE BACK IN BUSINESS!
WHAT IF SAMS SAYS NO? WHAT DO WE DO THEN?
HE'S NOT GOING TO SAY NO.
BUT WHAT IF HE DOES?
WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO MOTHERBOARD THEN?
INEZ, HE WON'T SAY NO!
WE GOTTA FIND A WAY OUTTA HERE, BUZZ! I'M STARTIN' TO RUST!
HANG ON, HANG ON. HEY WONDER WHAT THIS THING HERE DOES?
LUCKY US. THOSE KIDS ARE STILL HERE!
AND I THINK I HEAR 'EM COMIN'.
WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW?
MOTHERBOARD HAS TO HAVE NEW CRYOXIDE OR ELSE--
OH, NO! LOOK!
ALL THE JARS ARE BROKEN!
WHO WOULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS?
OH, MATT, THIS IS TERRIBLE! EVEN IF SAMS HAD SAID 'YES',
WE DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH CRYOXIDE WE NEED ANYMORE!
WELL, HE DIDN'T SAY YES--
SO WE DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT IT.
WE DO HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT IT!
IF WE DON'T GET SOME FOR MOTHERBOARD,
HACKER WILL BE ABLE TO TAKE OVER CYBERSPACE!
OH BOY, OH BOY!
IF MOTHERBOARD'S AS DESPERATE AS YOU SAY -
I'LL GIVE YOU CRYOXIDE. BUT ONLY WHAT YOU NEED.
NO MORE - NO LESS.
WHAT ABOUT SAMS?
SAMS DOESN'T ALWAYS SEE THINGS THE RIGHT WAY,
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
SO, FOR NOW - THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE GNOME.
GEE, THIS IS REALLY NICE OF YOU.
ALRIGHT, LET'S NOT GET MUSHY!
WHAT ARE WE PUTTING THE CRYOXIDE IN?
WELL, WE WERE GOING TO FILL UP THESE JARS...
BUT NOW THEY WON'T HOLD ANYTHING.
AT LEAST THERE'LL BE MORE ROOM INSIDE THE COUPE
WHEN WE GO BACK.
ROOM? INSIDE? MATT, THAT'S IT!
WE CAN USE THE COUPE TO HOLD THE CRYOXIDE.
SURE! LOOK AT THE COUPE LIKE A BIG CONTAINER...
A ROOMY INSIDE SPACE...
A FLOOR AND WALLS THAT ENCLOSE VOLUME...
THINK OF IT AS...AS A FLYING JAR.
THE COUPE HAD ENOUGH VOLUME TO HOLD THE JARS
OF CRYOXIDE BEFORE THEY WERE BROKEN -
SO- IT HAS TO HOLD MORE THAN ENOUGH WITHOUT THE JARS!
YES, ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS KEEP THE DOORS SHUT
AND FILL IT UP THROUGH THE SUN ROOF.
NOT SO FAST! I SAID YOU CAN TAKE WHAT YOU NEED -
BUT NO MORE!
BUT WE DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH WE NEED NOW.
I MEAN, WE DID - BEFORE THE JARS BROKE -
WE KNEW EXACTLY HOW MUCH WE NEEDED!
WELL, YOU BETTER FIGURE OUT EXACTLY HOW MUCH YOU NEED AGAIN
- THAT'S THE DEAL. TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT!
WAIT A SECOND! WE MAY NOT KNOW EXACTLY HOW MUCH WE NEED -
BUT SOMEBODY DOES! JAX, IT'S ME!
MATT! HAVE YOU GOT THE CRYOXIDE?
NOT YET. HOW'S MOTHERBOARD HOLDING UP?
HER LASER PRINTER'S ACTING UP - BUT WE'VE GOT IT COVERED,
HER TANK'S STILL FILLED WITH THE CONTAMINATED STUFF, RIGHT?
TO THE BRIM, MATT.
OKAY. WE NEED TO DO SOME MEASURING.
FOR EVERY SCOOP OF GLOP YOU TAKE OUT OF HER TANK -
WE'LL POUR THE SAME AMOUNT INTO THE COUPE.
INTO THE COUPE?
I'LL EXPLAIN LATER.
ONLY ONE PROBLEM. WHATEVER WE USE TO MEASURE WITH -
HAS TO HOLD THE SAME AMOUNT OF CRYOXIDE
AS JACKIE'S MEASURE, OR IT WON'T MEASURE THE SAME!
OH, MATT, THIS'LL NEVER WORK!
INEZ! THAT'S IT! LET ME HAVE THAT HELMET.
JACKIE! YOU STILL HAVE THAT BATTING HELMET I GAVE YOU?
I HAVE MINE!
GOT IT! ARE YOU THINKING WHAT I'M THINKING?
TWO IDENTICAL BATTING HELMETS! BOTH WITH THE SAME DIMENSIONS.
WHICH MEANS THEY BOTH HOLD THE SAME VOLUME!
BATTING HELMETS FOR MEASURING CUPS! TOTALLY COOOOL!
START MEASURING, DIDGE!
FILL 'ER UP!
THIS IS GOIN' ON MOTHERBOARD'S BILL, YOU KNOW.
WE GOTTA STOP 'EM OR THE HACKER'S
GONNA BE REALLY, REALLY MAD!
WE GOTTA DISCONNECT THAT HOSE. GO!
ALL THE WAY UP THERE??!
HERE'S THE LAST ONE: FIFTEEN!
FIFTEEN HELMETS HOLD THE SAME AMOUNT AS MOTHERBOARD'S TANK.
WE GOT IT! FIFTEEN HELMETS FULL!
AHHH, I DON'T LIKE THIS, BUZZY.
OKAY! UNSCREW THE HOSE!
HANG ONTO MY FEET!
NOT THE SUCTION HOSE!
AHHHHHH...THAT'S SO MUCH COOLER.
THANKS FOR THE REFILL
GOOD THING WE FIGURED OUT THAT DIFFERENT CONTAINERS
CAN HOLD AS MUCH CRYOXIDE AS YOUR TANK.
YEAH! DIFFERENT SHAPES, BUT THE SAME VOLUME. AMAZING!
I'M AMAZED THAT WE MEASURED THE VOLUME OF YOUR TANK
WITH BASEBALL HELMETS!
YOU CERTAINLY HIT A HOME RUN TODAY.
THAT REMINDS ME - I'VE GOT TO GET BACK
TO BATTING PRACTICE! IT'S MY TURN TO HIT!
OH, MATT. BEFORE YOU GO BACK, I HAVE A LITTLE TIP FOR YOU.
CHOKE UP ON THE BAT - AND HIT THE BALL WHERE IT'S PITCHED!
GEE, YOU REALLY THINK SO?
I KNOW SO. MY TEAM WON THE CYBERWORLD SERIES LAST YEAR.
THANKS MOTHERB, SEE YA!