Narrator: The city of Townsville, (The exterior of Townsville Hall; zoom in slowly.) which is run by the Mayor. Yes, the Mayor… …the tenacious man with the rock-steady fortitude and stability of a concrete pillar, who’s able to keep his fair town running like a well-oiled machine. Yes, he is the very backbone of Townsville… (menacingly) …unless he doesn’t get his way.
(On this last, cut to a close-up of a toaster in the Mayor’s hands.)
Mayor: (from o.c., shaking it) Mayor want toast! Mayor want toast!
(Pull back. The little man stands before the Professor, who is at a desk in his lab at home.)
Professor: Mr. Mayor, please understand, (Brief pull back to show entire lab.) I am a scientist,(close-up'; he pats Mayor’s head, then toaster) not a repairman. You need to take your toaster to a factory-authorized service center and have it professionally serviced by a qualified technician.
(On the end of this, the Mayor starts to boil over; cut to the Professor, who claps his hands to his ears and recoils from the force of the next line.)
Mayor: (from o.c.) MAYOR WANT TOAST! (Pull back to frame both.)
Professor: (grabbing toaster) All right, all right! I’ll have a look at your toaster. But then I’ve got to get back to my experiments.
Mayor: Oh, goody, goody!
(His back to us and the Mayor, the Professor hunches down over his desk and goes to work. A brief silence; the same is true after each of the Professor’s lines in the following. He gradually becomes more and more annoyed.)
Mayor: Is it done yet?
Ash Ketchum: (losing his temper) MAYOR...WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP?! AND, NO! YOUR STUPID TOASTER'S NOT DONE YET!
Professor: He’s right. Look I don’t know what I’m doing, so it’s gonna take a while. Why don’t you wait over there, and I’ll let you know when I’m finished.
Mayor: (dejectedly leaves) Oh okay.
Professor: And don’t touch anything.
(Cut to a countertop, the camera pointing out from it toward the lab. The Mayor’s hands ease up over the edge, and he pulls himself into view. Close-up of a large, flashing red button with a warning label: “DO NOT TOUCH.” Pull back to show him standing by it.)
Mayor: Ooh… What does this button do?
[Note: This is Dee Dee’s trademark line on Dexter’s Laboratory.]
Ash Ketchum: (irately) Don't you...
(Mayor presses the button; instantly the area starts to shake and an alarm goes off. Cut to the Professor at his desk as the Mayor returns to it. This part of the lab is not trembling, but after a moment the view is wiped out by a massive explosion from o.c.—set off by the Mayor’s curiosity. Cut to a corner of the room as the aftershock dies down. The Professor’s chair rolls slowly into view, carrying him and the Mayor—both covered in soot and smoking somewhat. The chair stops at the wall, and its occupants sit in stunned silence for a few seconds.)
(The tension is broken by the Mayor jumping off the Professor’s lap.)
Mayor: Whee! Do it again! Do it again! (The Professor grabs him.)
Professor: Oh, no.
(Cut to a high chair in another corner.)
Professor: (carrying him into view, seating him) You’re gonna sit right here, be a good little Mayor, and stay put while I work on your toaster. And if you’re quiet, you can have some candy.
(He produces a bowl of candy on the end of this line, hands it over, and pats the Mayor’s head.)
Professor: Good boy. (He walks o.c.)
(The Mayor wastes no time in plunging his hand in and fishing around a bit. Not seeming too satisfied, he starts to shake the bowl.)
Mayor: Say, these are all lemon! Somebody ate all the goody cherry candies! (throwing' bowl o.c., pounding high chair tray) Mayor want cherry! Mayor want cherry!
(The Professor runs up with a huge bag of cherry candy. His temper is now quite frayed.)
Professor: Here, cherry. (plunking' bag on tray) Now please, let me work in peace. (He walks o.c.; the Mayor pulls out a piece.)
Mayor: Oh, goody!
(When he unwraps the candy, though, it slips from his grasp and tumbles away.)
Mayor: Oops. Uh-oh.
(It bounces along the floor and rolls beneath a desk; the Mayor promptly crawls after it, having freed himself from the high chair. He bangs his head on the desk’s bottom edge, yelling in pain as he does so, then reaches under as far as his arm will allow. Cut to beneath the desk, with him looking at the camera, and pull back a bit. Mounted on the floor is a second button that also flashes red—this one perhaps intended to be foot-operated.)
Mayor: Ooh! Another shiny button.
(Close-up of it, his hand reaching into view with index finger extended. He presses it; back to him as the room again starts to shake and the alarm goes off. He extracts himself from the desk and huddles in a ball.)
Mayor: Help! Help! (He looks up; the tremors and klaxon stop.) Huh?
(Across from him is a bank of computer equipment against the wall. It turns 180 degrees on a central pivot to reveal a set of shelves on its other side. These hold several cans labeled with an X; a close-up of one of them reads “Chemical X—Concentrated Powder.” Close-up of the Mayor; zoom in slowly.)
Mayor: (genuinely awed) Ooh…
(Back at his desk, the Professor has hooked the toaster up to a diagnostic system and is hammering away at the keyboard of same as Ash and Pikachu observe. He wears protective goggles. After a moment, he stops, pushes them up on his forehead, and listens intently. Only the buzzing and beeping of his equipment greets him—not a peep from the Mayor.)
Professor: Mayor? (to' himself) He’s being too quiet.
Cut to another area of the lab; he pokes his head around a corner. He has taken off the goggles.)
Professor: Mayor, what are you… (suddenly panicked) …doing?!
(The answer: playing with a Chemical X can. He sits on the floor, drifts of the black powder surrounding him, and laughs as he brings out a large handful. This is rubbed on his head and left there in a pile to look like a small toupee; a sizzle is heard from its contact with his skin.)
Mayor: (pointing to it) Mayor want hair.
Professor: No! Mayor, stop!
(Too late.' As the Mayor laughs stupidly, his bald scalp quickly sprouts a mane of white hair.)
Mayor: Mayor gotta hair! Mayor gotta hair! Yummy “X“ powder made Mayor’s hair grow! Professor. Professor?
Professor: (sternly) Your hair wasn’t the only thing that grew, Mr. Mayor.
(Close-up of the Mayor on the end of this line, then pull back. The little man is no longer little—he now stands about four times as tall as the Professor.)
Mayor: Wowie zowie.
Professor: Wowie-zowie, indeed. Have you no shame? A grown man your age gallivanting around like a little child, not doing what you’re told! “Mayor want a this. Mayor want a that.” You, Mr. Mayor, are nothing but a baby, a big, big, big baby.
Mayor: (sobbing) Wah! Don’t say that!
(He runs o.c., still wailing; there is a crash that shakes the lab, and the Professor throws up his arms to ward off flying debris. When he lowers them, he sees the Mayor running away from the house through a hole he has just smashed in the wall. The latter’s crying is heard throughout the following exchange.)
(The girls fly up behind the Professor.)
Ash Ketchum: Man, that Mayor's acting like a spoiled brat!