Minutemen Page #4

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you will be severely punished.

That is all.

Cool. We're outlaws.

- On the run from Johnny Law.

- Naughty Neds.

That's what my mom calls me

when I forget to floss.

Perfect, except I think

that's a dangling participle.

I hate it when those things dangle.

Pick up in five minutes, OK?

I'm totally tired and need to sit down.

You think maybe you could

just bring the food to our table?

You know, bend the rules

just a little bit?

Eugene von Hoserberg.

- Uh... You bet.

- Great.

So, do you think you get it?

Um... yeah.

Here you go...

Nice one, dork.

Way to go, Eugene.

Eugene von Hoserberg.

- Uh... You bet.

- Great.

- Here you go.

- All right! The Snowsuit Guys!

All right, the Snowsuit guys.

Way to go, Snow Guys.

Way to go, Eugene.

Whoa... deja vu.

The jig is up, Ski Club!

Or should I say...

...Snowsuit Guys?

Yeah, I party with them

all the time.

Who's this we're talking about, Eugene?

Oh, hey, Virgil.

Yeah, it's nobody you know.

I'm just talking about

the Snowsuit Guys.

Oh, yeah, I heard about them.

They're supposed to be total heroes.

Oh, and I hear the medium height guy,

is extremely hilarious

and devastatingly handsome...

And they're called the Minutemen,

not the Snowsuit Guys!

Anyone notice that Eugene

has copped an attitude?

You want attitude, check out Chester.

Am I a trend setter?

You tell me, amigo.

I mean, who else are these kids

supposed to look up to to set trends?

Those doorknobs?

Virgil? Virgil, Virgil!

I almost called you,

but I wanted to tell you in person.

- What? What's going on?

- I got accepted into UC Belmont!

Get out!

But it's not a done deal yet. I applied

for a cheerleading scholarship.

They're sending a scout, which means I

have to work on my pyramid dismount.

That's so cool! I'm so psyched for you!

You love that school!

- Steph!

- Oh, Derek.

- Oh.

- Gotta tell him about the scholarship.

So, I'll see you later, Virg. Bye.

Charlie, what's wrong?

OK, there's something I haven't told

you about the time travel formula.

Remember there was one last piece of

the equation that evaded me for years,

until I found what I was looking for

through a round-the-cIock

internet downloading procedure.

- He was hacking.

- It gets worse.

- I stole it from NASA.

- You robbed NASA?

- It's not as bad as it sounds.

- Yes, it's worse than it sounds.

The files were from the 1 960s,

they were defunct.

- No one has touched them for decades.

- This is bad, real bad.

- We could go to prison.

- Just so you know,

if we do go to prison, and we share the

same cell, I snore like a chain saw.

- Great.

- This won't be a problem

as long as we don't use the machine

for awhile and lay low.

Mmm, I dropped a grape.

So, how did it happen?

Forget it. It's terrible Stephanie

fell off the top of the pyramid.

But forget it. I mean, we all said

that we were being watched, right?

The heat is on.

If we don't help Stephanie she

could lose out on her scholarship.

- We have to go back.

- 'Cause you have a creepy crush on her!

Oh! Creepy crush. I vote yes!

Charlie, you said it yourself, the

files you hacked into were defunct.

I'll bet nobody knows they're missing.

Need I remind you?

We are the Minutemen,

not the Weeniemen.

Don't be late for dinner!

OK, we need a plan of action.

- We've got to be extremely discreet.

- And bold and decisive.

- Zeke, what do you think?

- Where'd he go?

- Zeke?

- Where'd he go?

At least we got

the bold and decisive part.

Go, go, go!

Come back here!

Come on.

Snowsuit Guys.

- What's up, Gene.

- Hey, dudes. Mind if I hack in?

Stop! Hold it right there!

Go Rams! Whoo!

Good catch!

Wow.

I don't know who you are,

but you're amazing.

Get out.

Snowsuit Guys,

Snowsuit Guys!

Get... whoa!

- All right!

- Yeah! Snowsuit Guys!

And we're called the Minutemen!

Yeehaw!

According to my calculations,

you guys are in my way.

- Leave us alone, Chester.

- I'm not fond of your hat.

- Excuse me, what is going on here?

- Chester keeps harassing us.

- Shut up, dirtball.

- Everyone, settle down.

Chester, last I remember you were

at the bottom of the food chain,

and I will not tolerate students

leapfrogging to a higher social status.

So you come with me.

- The Ram's Horn?

- Thanks.

- Sure.

- can I have one?

- 'Robot Man Sues OId Lady'?

- Virgil, this is bad.

We are changing the outcome

of things we never planned on.

- Our jumps cause a chain reaction.

- How so?

Chester getting in trouble.

That's never happened before.

Robot men suing old ladies?

It's a world gone mad!

Mad I tell you!

GIobal warming.

He's really freaked out.

Hey, you, uh, need a hand?

Uh... Steph.

Um, not, not really.

- What are you...?

- I figure it's the least I can do,

- to thank you.

- For what?

For saving me. Snowsuit Guy.

- What? Oh, no, no, no.

- Oh, don't even try it, Virg.

'Get out?' Please.

You, Charlie, and Zeke Thompson

- are the Snowsuit Guys.

- Steph...

I knew it! That is so cool! I figured

it out because I started thinking.

The kids you helped, it was before

something bad was about to happen,

- like with me.

- That is ridiculous.

How are we gonna know when

something bad is gonna happen?

That's exactly what I asked myself.

I thought about it and

I thought about it.

- Then I figured it out.

- No, you didn't.

- Yes, I did.

- No.

- You couldn't have.

- Admit it, Virgil.

You, Charlie and Zeke...

-...are psychic.

- Time travelers?

What? Who said 'time travelers'?

- No, that's crazy. We're psychic.

- Get out!

- We're psychic. I heard you...

- No, no, no.

Virgil, you said time travel. Oh my

gosh, cool! How do you do it? Huh? Huh?

Huh? Huh?

Down!

Time out!

Six seconds left

in this match of crosstown rivals.

The Hornets cling to a four-point lead

coming on fourth and goal for Summerton.

Football. Remind me

why we're here again.

'Cause some kid always

embarrasses himself at these things.

Just keep your eyes open.

You know, I'm actually very bright.

Even though a lot of people

see me as sputty.

- Sputty?

- A cross between spunky and nutty.

Great.

Listen, Beau, it's all in your hands,

but no pressure.

All right? Forget that there's

six seconds left on the cIock.

Forget that you could put

Summerton High on the map.

Forget my little boy

is up there in the stands,

Iooking down on his father trying

to fulfill a lifelong dream

of winning a state championship.

Forget about all that.

What I want is you...

...you, to, uh...

- Be the ball?

- Be the ball.

Be the ball! Go get 'em!

Down! Blue, twenty-two!

- Go Rams go!

- Blue, twenty-two!

- Set! Hike!

- Whoo!

Down with Tolkan! Done with Tolkan!

Down with Tolkan!

For a guy with nudity issues,

he's come full circle.

Loses the ball!

There's a fumble on the play!

And Hamilton's got it!

The Hornets win!

What a heartbreaker for Summerton.

I always knew you were gonna do

big things, Virg, but time travel?

That's whacked out, man.

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