So this guy can build a device that can tear the time space continuum a new asshole, but can't program a robot to keep its damn mouth shut?Īnyway, Polly fucked up our timeline. Botley even says the Professor programmed him not to tell anybody about the time machine. Polly did shitty on a school test, so instead of not doing something retarded, she decided to use her father's time machine (that oh by the way he has) to send robots back in time to make her dumbass answers true. Let me tell you guys, that little girl is a straight up bitch.Īnd also what I would imagine Dee Dee would become if she killed Dexter and took over his Laboratory. He assigned Botley the task of keeping an eye on his daughter, Polly. Here's the deal: The genius inventor Professor Spark left his evil lair quaint mountain home filled with diabolical doomsday machines whimsical inventions to attend a Legion of Doom inventor's convention. After a few seconds of thinking (which is like 1,000 years in robot time) he decides HOLY SHIT YOU CAN HELP HIM SAVE THE WORLD. A device so important, the future of the world depends on it. He explains that the device in your hand is the TransQuizzer. "Oh god, please don't kill me, frightening 8 year old! Take all my robo-bucks!"
He talks to himself a little bit then shits his robot pants when he sees you there. This is Botley, the hero of JumpStart 3rd Grade, even though all he does is whine and tell you to do stuff he could easily do. The spirits of 3rd Grade are not pleased that I moved the sacred artifact. You're going to introduce E = mc2 to kids still trying to figure out 8 x 2? On one of the desks is a weird looking electronic notebook thing. A pen will fly off like a rocket, a clock will use it's own "hands" like a bow and arrow, and a light bulb will fill up with water and become an aquarium. Clicking on various things will make them flip out in various nonsensical ways. So, being alone in a classroom I of course try to fuck shit up as much as I can. I enter the school and there's no one else there.
Of course now such things only produce a few seconds of laughter. For old times sake, I registered with the same name I did all those many years ago. Here you have to sign in, because no doubt you have tons of unauthorized eight year olds trying to sneak in here to learn. Upon clicking on the door I am greeted by the sign in computer thing.
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