Meet The Robinsons Page #2

Judging a science fair.

What's it look like I'm doing?

And what makes you qualified

to judge a science fair?

It's my gym.

Stanley. Volcano.

Behold the awesome power

of Mount Vesuvius!

The toggle switch isn't toggling.

Dr Krunklehorn?

Barium, cobalt, Einstein, Kool-Aid!

I don't know what she just said,

but this project is unacceptable!

Now, give me 20 laps around the gym!

Move it! Move it! Move it! Go! Go! Go!

- Coach!

- I'm watching you.

Okay, next up is Lizzy

and her fire ant farm.

That's right.

Lizzy, we talked about the fire ants.

You know that they have a tendency

to bite people.

Only my enemies.

Just keep moving, shall we?

Top notch, Lizzy!

Let's not anger her

or make her jumpy in any way.

This area's not secure. Get in.

Have you been approached

by a tall man in a bowler hat?

- What?

- Hey, hey, I'll ask the questions here.

- Okay, goodbye.

- All right,

didn't want to pull rank on you,

but you forced my hand.

Special Agent Wilbur Robinson

of the T.C.T.F.

- The what?

- Time Continuum Task Force.

- I'm here to protect you.

- Well...

Now, tall man, bowler hat,

approached you?

No, why?

I could lose my badge for this.

He's a suspect in a robbery.

What did he steal?

- A time machine.

- A what?

I've tracked him to this time,

and my informants say he's after you.

Me? Why me?

The boys back at HQ

haven't figured out a motive yet.

And by "HQ," I mean "headquarters. "

I know what HQ means.

Good. You're a smart kid.

That might keep you alive, for now.

Just worry

about your little science gizmo

and leave the "perp" to me.

- And by "perp," I mean...

- I know what it means!

Okay, Mr Smarty-pants.

Bowler Hat Guy!

My frogs!

You're not gonna get away with it,

kid with science project.

Dude, you almost busted

my solar system!

My frogs! They're getting away!

Got you! That's the last of them.

Annoying little girl,

I don't have time for this.

I'm on a very important...

Don't sass me, boy. I know karate.

Come on, Pukowski! Feel the pain!

Love the pain!

Coach...

Next up is Lewis.

Yes... Lewis! Excuse me.

Lewis, tell me this thing is not gonna...

It's okay. It's gonna work this time.

I won't let you down, I promise.

All right, Lewis, I trust you.

Knock 'em dead.

That was a figure of speech.

Please don't kill anyone.

Okay, stand back, everybody.

This next project

will knock your socks off.

Seriously, you might wanna stand back

a little.

Have you ever forgotten something,

and no matter how hard you tried,

you couldn't remember it?

Well, what happens

to these forgotten memories?

I propose

they're stored somewhere in your brain,

and I built a machine

that can retrieve them.

I call it the Memory Scanner.

It's shiny!

So, Lewis,

how does the Memory Scanner work?

First, you input the desired period

of time on this keypad.

Then a laser scans the cerebral cortex,

where memories are stored.

The retrieved memory

is then displayed on this monitor.

Wrap him up. I'll take two.

Now, I'm going back 12 years,

three months and 11 days.

Why that particular day?

You didn't think

I was paying attention, did you?

Well, that was the day...

Let's just say, that was

a very important day in my life.

Fair enough. Play ball.

It'll just take a second

to get the turbines going.

Lewis, wait!

She's gonna blow!

Watch out!

Feel the pain! Love the...

Hurts so much! Make it stop!

Make it stop!

Coach, suck it up, okay?

Let us conduct ourselves in a way

that we'll all be proud of tomorrow.

- Let's calm down!

- Mr Willerstein?

- I didn't mean to...

- Not now, Lewis!

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Not now.

Okay, and we are walking

in a calm, orderly fashion

toward the exits.

Wait, Lewis!

Come, my dear. Our future awaits.

Hey, what are you doing up here?

Would you quit that, please?

I know you're not a pigeon.

You're blowing my cover.

We're the only ones up here.

That's just what they want you to think.

Now, enough moping.

Take this back to the science fair

and fix that Memory Scanner.

Stop! Stop! Get away from me!

Maybe you've forgotten.

I'm a time cop from the future,

should be taken very seriously.

That's no badge.

This is a coupon for a tanning salon!

You're a fake.

Okay, you got me. I'm not a cop,

but I really am from the future,

and there really is this Bowler Hat Guy.

Here we go again.

He stole a time machine,

came to the science fair

and ruined your project.

My project didn't work

because I'm no good.

There is no Bowler Hat Guy,

there is no time machine,

and you're not from the future!

You're crazy!

I am not crazy.

Oh, yeah, Captain Time Travel?

Prove it.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

I'm just gonna go lock myself

in my room

and hide under the covers

for a couple years.

If I prove to you I'm from the future,

will you go back to the science fair?

Yeah, sure, whatever you say.

Hey, let go of me!

- What are you doing? Let go of me!

- Okay.

What is this? Where are we going?

To the future!

The future has arrived

The future has arrived today

The future has arrived

The future has arrived today

Is this proof enough for you?

Is it ever!

I never thought that time travel

could be possible in my lifetime,

and here it is, right in front of me!

The truth will set you free, brother.

This is beyond anything

I could've imagined.

This means

I could really change my life.

That's right. You can.

Next stop, science fair,

to fix your Memory Scanner.

Hey, I'm not gonna fix

that stupid Memory Scanner.

- What?

- Wilbur, this is a time machine!

Why should I fix my dumb invention

when you can take me

to see my mom now in this ship?

I could actually go back to that night

and stop her from giving me up.

The answer is not a time machine.

It's this.

This? You want to know

what I think about this?

What are you doing?

I'm sorry, Wilbur,

but you don't know

what I've lived through.

- Lewis, no!

- Let go!

- You let go!

- You're not the boss of me!

Yes, I am, 'cause you're 12, and I'm 13.

That makes me older.

Well, I was born in the past,

which makes me older

and the boss of you!

I am so dead.

I'm not allowed to look at this thing,

let alone drive it!

Mom and Dad are gonna kill me,

and I can tell you this.

It will not be done with mercy.

Isn't there like

a time machine repair shop

- or something?

- No!

There's only two time machines

in existence,

and the Bowler Hat Guy

has the other one!

Well, somebody's gonna have

to fix this.

Good idea. You're smart. You fix it.

Are you crazy? I can't fix this thing.

Yes, you can. You broke it. You fix it.

All right, under one condition.

I fix it,

you take me back to see my mom.

What? You didn't even follow through

on our last deal.

How can I trust you?

Well, you told me you were a time cop

from the future.

How can I trust you?

Touch.

So do we have a deal?

Good day, madam.

- I'm here to change the future.

- Yes, sir?

I must speak with the man

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