Spy Kids 4: All the Time in the World

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Agent Cortez? This is Danger D'Amo.

Give me a status update.

Visual ID has been made.

The subject has entered

the location right on time.

Aces. All undercover agents,

be on the alert.

Subject known as Tick Tock

has the stolen OSS mini disc.

Alpha and Bravo teams,

move in to apprehend the target.

Freeze!

He's got time bombs!

Be careful what you wish for!

Tick Tock has the stolen

OSS mini disc and is on the move.

Sorry I can't hang around.

I'm coming with a third team.

On-site arrival in four minutes.

We don't have four minutes!

I'll get him faster with the zip line.

If I don't catch him now, who knows

how many people he'll freeze?

You forgot one tiny detail.

You're pregnant.

Yeah, well, they say you can exercise

up until the last day of pregnancy,

so, here we go.

Oh, man! Ow!

- Whoa, what was that?

- Contraction!

Time to hang it up.

You're about to become a mom.

All the more reason

to get the job done now.

We can't let Tick Tock escape again.

- Breathe.

- Try not to hit that bus.

- Mute road noise.

- Muting road noise.

- Call Wilbur.

- Calling husband.

Oh, there she is. How's my girl?

You just leaving work?

Yeah, just tying up a few things.

Nine months pregnant

and still working around the clock.

You've got to be the most dedicated

interior decorator that ever lived.

What can I say? I love my work.

- Ooh!

Here's what I really called about.

Guess who decided

to pay us an early visit?

Is this it?

I'm on my way to the hospital.

Meet me there?

Right. Hospital. Don't panic.

I'm here for you.

- All you have to do...

...is breathe easy and breathe often...

- ...and take it nice and slow.

I love you so... much.

Keep breathing.

- You're gonna be just fine.

- Yep. Gotcha. See you there.

Agent, you're ready to pop.

Wait for backup!

Contractions are only

three minutes apart.

I've got time.

OK, Tick Tock. Hand over the mini disc.

- Not this time.

- Ah, man.

Don't underestimate her.

- I think my water just broke.

I hope that was my water.

Clean her clock.

Cut me some slack,

I'm having a contraction.

- Congratulations...

I look forward to doing this again.

Swell work, Agent Cortez.

Aces. I knew you had it in you.

If this got into the wrong hands,

our world would've

stopped in its tracks.

Looks like an old OSS file.

Project Armageddon,

the ultimate weapon.

This baby not only takes out

your enemy, it takes out everyone.

No one ever notices time

until it's gone.

This was our agreement.

one last mission and I'm out for good.

You're really gonna take a powder

on us? Leave us high and dry?

No more dangling from zip lines

or high-speed chases.

My family needs me now.

And they can never know I was a spy.

I respect that, agent. But a word

of advice:
tell 'em who you are.

Life's too short for secrets.

Push out a good one, a nice little

fire-breather for us, all right?

The future of the OSS depends on it.

Let's not stand around

bumping gums, people.

I wanna figure out what

makes Tick Tock tick.

Thumb battle.

Go.

Hey, kids. I got a new idea

for a reality show.

It's called

Wilbur Wilson:
Spy Hunter,

where I hunt real spies on TV.

- What do you think?

- Uh, it's pretty out there, Dad.

- Got you.

- Nice takedown.

one point for me. Yeah, I mean,

where are you gonna find a spy?

- Hi! Honey!

- Hey, sweetheart!

Hey, you look great.

You owe me a dollar.

Told you we would get here before her.

I said take it slow, but that was

a night shy of eternity

and a morning past forever.

Stepmother is always

late for everything.

Technically I'm early, 'cause the baby

wasn't even due until tomorrow.

Ease up.

What took so long?

Uh, just must have lost track of time.

- Oh, God!

- Here we go! Oh!

Jeez! Guys, guys, guys, guys.

From this point on,

everything'll be different.

In a good way, right?

Yeah. And you'll have

a new baby sister

- in five, four, three, two...

I put my life on the line

every time I search for...

...the spies among us.

Look!

I'm Wilbur Wilson...

... Spy Hunter.

Mondays after your local news.

Last piece of bacon.

Mine!

Yours.

Is the baby throwing food again?

- I would say so.

Can you watch her, please?

I have to go change again.

Again.

- Ah! Seriously?

Her gas bombs are gonna

take the paint right off this house.

- You watch her.

- No. You.

- Breath-holding contest?

- You're on.

one point for me.

- Good morning, little Spy Hunters.

- Dad!

Do you have time

to eat breakfast with us?

- I sure do.

- Yes!

No, I don't.

I swear I had an extra five minutes...

...just a few minutes ago.

- Where'd the time go?

- Told you he wouldn't have time.

You owe me a dollar.

Hey...

Do you remember our five-year plan?

If my show does well,

then I'll have all

the time in the world

to spend with you and you, OK?

Meanwhile, time is just slipping away.

- Morning, honey.

- Oh, bye, honey.

- I gotta get to work.

- Oh, um, OK.

- Uh, good-bye hug?

- Oh, yeah.

Uh...

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Rebecca, behave at school. OK?

- I know.

And, Cecil, uh...

...feed the dog.

He doesn't really eat.

He just watches us.

Here, Argonaut.

It's kind of creepy.

our worst fear has happened:

Time is speeding up.

You're not cranking my chain, are you?

This is on the up and up?

- Good night, sir.

- Good night?

What are you talking about, doll face?

You just got back from lunch.

- But it's five o'clock, sir.

- Five o'clock?

The Armageddon device.

We're running out of time.

So he put a peanut butter

and jelly sandwich in your face

and then he stole your homework?

Technically, it was his homework.

I was just doing it for him.

And what about you, Miss Rebecca?

How was your day?

Same old, same old.

- So I heard.

The principal called me

about your pranks.

- Hey, kids!

- Dad! Come, sit by me!

Sorry, kids, but I have to go write up

this report before I can do anything.

Save me some leftovers.

Hey, Dad? Can you teach me

how to be a Spy Hunter?

Well, there's always time for that.

OK. Repeat after me:

"I'm Cecil Wilson, Spy Hunter,

and I'll catch you... later."

I'm Cecil Wilson, Spy Hunter,

and I'll catch you... later!

Here's the important part.

Lift the eyebrow.

Respect the golden arch.

That's my secret.

How many spies have you caught?

Um... Well, none.

Um... But that's not really

what the show's about.

So you're not

a spy-catching superhero?

No, not yet...

...but...

How's my girl?

She made two poopies today.

Two poopies?

She's six away from the house record.

- Oh!

Now, don't get snotty.

I lost my appetite.

I'll go talk to her.

What am I doing wrong?

I've tried so hard

to connect with her

- but she just hates me.

- No, she doesn't hate you.

- She totally hates me.

- No, she doesn't. Maybe a little.

- I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

I think she's just trying

to adjust to a new situation.

We've been married for two years.

Right.

Dad's had less time for us

ever since Stepmother

entered the picture.

And she's keeping something from us.

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