“There’s nano in this episode!”
She was right. In another confluence of fashion fiction and reality, our high-IQ hero decides that picking up and folding his pants is really a waste of time, so he designs “self-folding smart pants” by embedding them with something vaguely called “nanochips” — yes, “nano” is simply another synonym for anything high-tech.
The pants, of course, have minds of their own and set out to enslave mankind in a self-organizing way (“I’d better stop my pants before they recruit more pants and take over the world) and wacky hijinks ensue, along with a half-hour of pants puns that put even my best (or worst) headlines to shame.
Among the best lines:
Jimmy: “I sense a disturbance in my pants, Ma’am.”
Carl: “Hey, Jimmy, can I play with my pants?”
Jimmy: “No, your pants look playful now, but deep down in their pockets,
they are pure evil.”
Jimmy (aiming weapon): “Cindy’s pants are goin’ down”
Cindy: “I’ve had dreams and plans for my future, and they don’t involve living in a land ruled by pants.”