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regroup and figure out where the lab is.

So where to now?

How about my house? Mmm?

I'm supposed to be there anyway.

- Woo could walk in any second.

- Exactly why we're not going to your house.

What about your house?

Sorry.

There is one place

I can think of.

No.

No, no! No! No!

No!

Wow, Dr. Pym.

Like, who would've thought

that, once again,

in your hour of need, that you

would turn to us? You know?

Not me.

Help yourself.

That was overexpensive pastry.

We gotta keep the food budget down.

Well, what are we supposed

to have for breakfast?

- The oatmeal packets.

- Oatmeal packets.

- It's insult.

- Why's it insult?

- Because it takes like sand.

- You know why? Cause it's organic.

- That is not organic. It's sand.

- The most important meal of the day.

You know what, you can get creative

with it. Put a little brown sugar on it.

Sprinkle some cinnamon...

Guys, guys, guys, guys!

Come on, man!

We got bigger fish to fry.

- Is that my desk?

- Yeah.

What? Why do I have

such a small desk?

- Cause you weren't there when we're choosing desks.

- You snooze, you lose.

- I was under house arrest.

- Yeah!

You know what, this isn't

even a desk. This is garbage.

You found this outside

amongst garbage.

I got it out of

rummage sale.

- So, you saved money on my desk?

- Guys.

Hope, please! We need

to focus. All right?

We gotta find that

lab already. Geez.

Oh, you know what? I heard stories,

like what happened to you.

Like this crazy, creepy cat who like,

walks through walls and stuff.

Like a... Like a Ghost!

Like Baba Yaga.

Baba Yaga. A witch.

They tell stories to

children to frighten them.

You know Baba Yaga?

Whoever stole it...

We need to find it.

Well, you don't find

someone like that.

- They find you.

- Like Baba Yaga.

Dr. Pym, you're like the

smartest genius I know.

Did you put some kind

of lojack on your lab?

Because if you didn't, we have a

variety of affordable options.

Of course, I did, Luis.

It was disabled.

Whoever stole the lab knew

exactly what they were doing.

- They also looked like they were phasing.

- Phasing?

Quantum phasing. When an object

moves through different states of matter.

Oh, yeah. That's what

I was thinking.

The lab emits radiation. Could we modify

a quantum spectrometer and track it?

That could work, yes. But all

of my equipment is in the lab.

Well, where else can

we find that equipment?

Well, there is one person.

- Bill Foster.

- Great!

Who's Bill Foster?

He's an old colleague

of my Dad's. From SHIELD.

- They had a falling out years ago.

- You seem to have a lot of falling outs with people.

It's probably just

a waste of time.

Hey, I'm risking everything by being

here. Don't you think we should check?

We need to find out

who took the lab.

Guys, it's not a good idea

to be out in the open like this.

Relax. No one's gonna

recognize us.

What, because of hats

and sunglasses?

It's not a disguise, Hank.

We look like ourselves

in a baseball game.

In an isolated system...

Particles co-exist in a

stable phase relationship. If

the system is interfered with,

that stability becomes chaos.

Unpredictable.

Dangerous.

Beautiful.

Isolated completely, a quantum system would

revert back to separate states of matter.

Each entangled with a distinct

state of its environment.

In other words...

The object in question would

be both in and out of phase

with multiple parallel realities.

Speaking of being out

of phase with reality...

I am noticing an unusally high number

of glazed eyes out there among you.

So, why don't we call

it a few minutes early.

That will be enough for today, thank

you, ladies and gentlemen. You may go.

It's incredible.

Your link to Janet.

It's Quantum entanglement,

between the quantum states composed

of her molecules and your brains.

Yeah. It's what I

was thinking.

Do you guys just put the word

'quantum' in front of everything?

Doctor, we need to find our lab.

Hope, I'd love to help you but I don't

have the equipment you're describing.

I told you this was a waste of time.

Come on. Let's go.

Don't condescend, Hank.

You're the one who's on

the run from the FBI.

All because you had

to grow to a size

that finally fit your ego.

That wasn't me in Germany.

It was this idiot.

Really?

Going that big must've

been exhausting.

I slept for three days straight.

You have no idea.

Actually, I do.

Back in the day, I was Hank's partner

in a project called Goliath.

Excuse me, you were my partner?

The only thing more tiring

than going that big,

is putting up with

Hank's bullshit.

How big did you get?

My record?

Twenty-one feet.

- Not bad.

- You?

- I don't...

- No, really. I'm curious.

- Sixty-five feet. Yeah.

- Whoa.

- Huge.

- Sixty-five.

If you two are finished

comparing sizes...

We need to figure out a way

to track down the lab.

And the great Hank Pym hasn't

figured that one out yet? Strange.

He had all the answers back in the day.

That's why I left the project.

Left? I fired you.

Best decision I ever made.

Hank was a terrible partner.

Temperamental. Stubborn.

Impatient.

Sooner or later he just

pushed everyone away.

Just the mediocrities.

Janet was the only one who could

endure him and chose to stick it out.

Watch it, Bill.

She paid the price

though, didn't she?

You son of a...

We didn't come here to

listen to you two squabble.

I'm trying to save my Mother.

It's Woo.

Someone must have seen me.

Relax. If this is about you

they'd be in your house by now.

- What are you, fifteen?

- Come on. We gotta go, right now.

Wait! You might be able to

improvise that tracker.

If you modify the defraction

units on one of your regulators.

- That could work.

- I don't know what that means.

Thank you.

But Doctor, campus police says

they ID'd both Pym and Van Dyne.

I don't know what

to tell you, agent.

I haven't talked to

Hank in thirty years.

I can assure you I'm the last

person he would wanna visit.

- Oh, come on. You expect us to...

- Hey, hey.

- Why is that?

- Simple.

We hate each other's guts.

So I'm a terrible partner?

Foster, he hasn't had one good

idea in his unremarkable career.

But his idea about the

defractors could work.

Fine, one decent idea.

Except I eliminated the defractors

when I upgraded the suits.

So if we had an old suit,

we might be able to

track down the lab?

Yes. But we don't.

- What if we did?

- What do you mean?

I mean...

- Life's funny...

- Oh, my God.

- You didn't destroy the suit.

- What?!

Well, it was your life's work, Hank.

I couldn't destroy that.

Before I turned myself in, I shrunk

it down and mailed it to Luis.

You sent my suit

through the mail?

Hey, the postal service is

very reliable, you know?

They do tracking numbers now.

Like UPS.

Where is it?

It's in a very safe place, alright?

Don't worry.

What, the trophy?

No, it's not here.

What do you mean it's not there?

Where could it be?

I've looked everywhere.

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