Minutemen
Solid.
Scorch.
First day of high school, Virg.
We made the big time.
Football games, free periods...
the chicks.
- Derek? You have a bat in the cave.
- Huh?
Boogie fever.
And that was just a test.
Had it been an actual emergency...
- Oh, hey, hey.
- Aww...
Their first high school fight!
My boys are growing up so fast.
- Where does the time go?
- I'm thinking about my social future.
- Well, I don't want anything to change.
I've got my two best guys
right here, right now.
I'm your favorite though? You can
admit it. He's man enough to take it.
I still can't believe you talked
me into trying out for cheerleading.
You'll do fine.
It's him I'm worried about.
He's in full freak mode
about football tryouts.
Don't worry, I'll be there
for moral support.
- You mean to goof around?
- Exactly.
This is serious.
D-rock, I never try to embarrass you.
It just works out that way.
But first, a little boom-bah.
Relax, Beaugard.
Be the ball, be the ball.
What's up with that?
I'll see you guys later.
- OK, that's enough for today.
- No! Wait! I can do this.
Bro, maybe you ought to rest your arm.
What is that?
Coming through! Whoa!
Coming through! I can't control it!
I'm really sorry! Look out!
Whoa!
I'm sorry! Excuse me!
He's chewing up my field!
- Isn't that your neighbor?
- Charlie Tuttle.
This kid in our class
who's nine years old.
because he's a genius.
Oh, yeah. A real Einstein.
Stupid dork's going down.
What are you doing? He's going away.
Just ignore him.
Oh!
Now that's some accuracy.
Little baby.
Come on, give him a break.
Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey!
Hey, come on!
Hey, Derek?
Derek, if you wanna jump in,
that's cool.
Derek?
Put me down!
Put me down!
- Good throw! All right, Derek!
- Nice shot!
Thanks for sticking up for me.
I'm sorry about how it turned out.
Please tell me I don't look
as ridiculous as you do.
It's not that bad, really.
That's a... that's a nice red on you.
- I'm Charlie Tuttle.
- Virgil Fox.
Nice to meet you.
So, what's the story
with that rocket cart thing?
I always get a hard time on the bus
and I hypothesized
a rocket-propulsion all-terrain cart
would help avoid embarrassment.
Uh-huh. And how's that
working out for you?
It's working great!
My emotion modulator
actually allows me to understand
what Albert Felinestein is trying to
communicate with his various meows!
Isn't that amazing?
Virgil? Hey! Earth to Virgil.
Virg! Don't you think, Virgil?
Virgil? Aren't you excited?
Yes, Charlie, I'm thrilled
that you talk to your cat.
Um, I'm not entirely certain, but I
believe you may be employing sarcasm.
Charlie, what do you want from me?
Your inventions always work.
I can only act so surprised
every time you figure out
how to power your house
with tartar sauce.
It's cocktail sauce.
You know what would make me happy?
If you built something useful.
By useful, I mean something that
would make me rich and popular. Or both.
Hey, you can't
ride that thing on the...
Hey, great bike. Lots of shiny,
chrome, gear-y things.
Did you know that the contents of
pudding actually makes you grow taller?
- It does.
- That's why you're so tall.
It's the electrolytes
and everything.
Thumbs down... and go!
Yes! I win!
Senior year and I'm still
eating at the dork table.
No offense, guys. I do enjoy
the stimulating conversation.
Hey, none taken.
But seriously, how did it come to this?
Let's see, maybe your plight
has something to do with
being stripped, dressed in mini skirts,
and hung from the school mascot.
A picture made the cover
of the yearbook. Three years in a row.
- And on all the local news stations.
- And the Spanish Channel.
Ah yes, the incident
I will one day be explaining
to a very expensive therapist.
Hey, Hummingbird.
That's Charlie speak for 'hello.'
Um, excuse me, miss.
Why did you call him 'Hummingbird?'
Oh, I love birds. All kinds of birds.
Big birds, little birds.
I'm even the official secretary
for the local chapter of the Junior
Bird Buddies of America. Such an honor!
Anyway, gotta run.
Fix that.
Well, that explains it.
Jeanette has been sweating you
for two years. What's your deal?
Forget it. I'm married to science.
Hey, congratulations, buddy.
Pardon me, gents.
Ah, soda.
I hear if you leave a penny in that
stuff for a week it comes out shiny?
I was actually planning on drinking it.
Well, never mind then.
So, um, how are you, Virg?
I didn't see you much this summer.
Oh, you know, I was doing a lot of
mountain climbing, jet skiing...
- Video games?
- I didn't leave the couch. You?
The usual, pool parties,
cheerleading camp.
But I did take this awesome
architecture class.
Oh, that's cool.
I remember you made a gingerbread house
that had ten rooms...
- And walk-in cIosets.
- Took us six months to eat it.
Oh, well...
Well, I have calculus. Hate it. Need it.
Can't be an architect without it.
I got Public Speaking.
Hate it. Need it.
Can't be a game show host without it.
There's a good reason Tesla's biographer
There's a good reason Tesla's biographer
named his book
A Man Out of Time.
Tesla was so far advanced
over his contemporaries,
that they often derided...
...they often
derided him as...
Miss...
Jocelyn, is it too much to ask that
you not do your nails while I lecture?
Sorry.
When are you done?
- Excuse me.
- Ah, Mr. Tuttle.
I believe you're here for
your booster chair.
I'll get it later.
AV Club emergency.
- Virgil Fox?
- He's out sick.
- I heard he might not make it.
- Very funny, Mr. Fox.
You can pick up your hall pass
on your way out.
That's it. I'm moving to Paraguay.
- Ever really looked at our mascot?
- Forget the hall pass.
Remember that rocket-propulsion all
terrain cart the day of the incident?
Thanks for mentioning it again.
It's been ten minutes
Listen, it ties together. That
invention may have not been a success,
but one element of the design was
proven viable. The quantum accelerator.
Remember that physics, new reality,
Oh, yeah, that was fun.
I started building my own theory
based on all of that work,
incorporating my proven hypothesis
of quantum acceleration.
I put one of the school's computers
on permanent reserve.
The DSL has been doing all the work.
And moments ago, I uploaded
the last piece of the puzzle.
Commander Tuttle on the bridge!
Dude, no way I'm saluting you.
Fine. At ease.
What I'm about to show you is very,
very, very top secret.
We have to keep this just between us.
Check it out.
Yeah?
What you're looking at
is a successful simulation
of practical time travel.
What are you doing?
I'm trying to stop any more of your
brain from leaking out your ears.
What?
Come on, yesterday you said
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