Tim
[Rodney has just arrived at Bigweld Industries; he stares at the front gate in awe]
Yoo-hoo! Excuse me! Can I help you?
Rodney
Sorry, I... hey! You're Tim from the TV show!
Tim
That's me!
Rodney
Well, hey, Tim. Who closed the gate? It's never supposed to be-
Tim
Yeah, okay. What do you want?
Rodney
Hm? Oh. I'd like to see Mr. Bigweld. I'm an inventor. [he quickly shows Wonderbot to Tim]
Tim
Well, why didn't you say so? Stand back.
Rodney
[Tim opens the gate; Rodney stares in amazement at what he sees]
Thanks. [he starts to go in, but the door suddenly closes] WHAT?!
Tim
[laughing]
I gotcha! Y'see, because you were all excited, and then BOOM! [laughs again; Rodney glares] Alright, I had my laugh. Go on in.
Rodney
[resuming his entry before the door closes again]
Whoa... hey!
Tim
[laughing hysterically]
Now, that's funny! A second time! What?! You really think I'm gonna let you in! [laughs] Well, I'm not! Sorry, kid. Nobody gets in. Company rules.
Rodney
Company ru...? Well, then how do they hire new inventors?
Tim
They don't. Those days are over. My advice... hmm, come back two years ago, then the job is yours. [laughs hysterically]
Rodney
[cut to Bigweld Industries, as the camera zooms in on the building] [off-screen]
I'll get to the bottom of this.
Tim
[Rodney and Fender arrive at the Bigweld Ball disguised as rich robots]
Uh, can I help you?
Fender
[Spanish accent]
I think you maybe-a can. [gestures to Rodney] This is-a Count Roderic Von Brokenzipper! Formerly Count Velcro.
Tim
Uh, the...
Fender
Where are the trumpets?!
Tim
The, the, uh...
Fender
We were promised trumpets to announce the Count's arrival! [to Rodney] I'm sorry, Your Grace: Beat me until you're happy. [Rodney slaps Fender across the face] He's happy. And I'm not feeling too bad myself.
Tim
Ahem. Let me see, uh... You're not on the list.
Fender
We're what?! Once again. [Rodney slaps Fender again] Ow! Thank you. [to Tim] Fine! We will go! You will explain to your superiors why we were not able to attend your little luau, your barn dance, whatever it is! But we're leaving! In a huff! [he and Rodney prepare to leave]
Tim
No, no! No, no. Please, go right in. In fact, would the Count like to hit me?
Fender
The Count hit you? The arrogance of some people. I will hit you on his behalf. [smacks Tim off his booth]
Tim
Thank you, Your Grace.
