Jimmy Neutron 2: The Search for Carl
The Movie
Jimmy Neutron, Carl Wheezer, and Sheen Estevez were at the movie theater, watching the trailers before the movie. The Human Centipede, Fuck, Showgirls, South Park: Bigger, Longer, & Uncut...
"Those movies look awesome," thought Jimmy as Sheen stared at the screen, dumbfounded.
THIS MOTION PICTURE HAS BEEN RATED R FOR PERVASIVE STRONG LANGUAGE.
"That means that they'll be saying bad words all throughout the movie," Jimmy whispered in Carl's ear.
"Ain't that awesome?!" said Carl.
"Sure is," whisered Jimmy.
The title screen appeared: "G-Man, Big C, and M in: The Wild F-Bomb"
The cast members introduced themselves. Big C, a young man wearing a football jersey; M, a boy dressed like a rocket scientist; and G-Man, some dinosaur thing wearing a wolf pelt.
"Hey M," said Big C. "I'm going to leave a phone call to the bar." He picked up the phone and dialed the seven digits.
"Joe's Bar and Grill, how can I help you?"
"Yes, I would like to know if..." Big C paused for a moment. "Rusty Kuntz is here?"
G-Man couldn't stop snickering. "I know a good one!" he yelled as he snatched the phone out of Big C's hands. "Hey bartender, hit me with a double, and introduce me to that girl with the bubble."
"What's her name?"
"Flavour Balls," snickered G-Man, then M snatched the phone.
"Is my mother here?" asked M to the bartender.
"What's her last name?" said the bartender as he wrote down each name that M and his friends had mentioned.
"Fucker," said M. "Mother Fucker." By now, Big C was laughing hysterically.
"Hold on, I'll go check," said the bartender as he turned towards his customers. "I'm looking for Rusty Kuntz, Flavour Balls, and Mother Fucker."
The customers were laughing uncontrollably. Now the bartender was furious.
"LISTEN HERE, YOU DONKEY RAPING SHIT EATERS! IF I EVER FIND WHO ANY OF YOU THREE IS, I'LL CUT OFF YOUR ARMS AND LEGS WITH A CHAINSAW!"
"Oh, motherfucker," said Big C. "Well, let's sing one of those dirty rap songs."
M: You're a cunt
G-Man: Uh huh
M: You're a cunt
G-Man: Uh huh
M: You're a cunt
G-Man: Uh huh
M: You're a cunt
G-Man: Uh huh
Big C: You're a motherfucker
G-Man: Uh huh
Big C: You're a motherfucker
G-Man: Uh huh
Big C: You're a motherfucker
G-Man: Uh huh
Big C: You're a motherfucker
G-Man: Uh huh
"Jimmy," said Carl. "What's a cunt?"
"And what's a motherfucker?" asked Sheen.
"Just look it up in the dictionary," said Jimmy. "Trust me, I couldn't find either of those words."
Soon the movie ended, and by then, Jimmy and his friends were the last ones able to marvel at the credits. As Jimmy, Sheen, and Carl walked out of the movie theater, the usher saw them and gasped.
"How the hell did you sneak into an R-rated movie?" he asked. "None of you are 17 yet!"
"Well, the poster said that the movie was not yet rated, and since it wasn't rated, we assumed that its content would be like any other G-rated movie," explained Jimmy.