Milo Murphy's Law (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 12 - Abducting Murphy's Law - full transcript
¶¶
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
¶ Look at that sun
Look at that sky
¶ Look at my sweater vest
I look so fly
¶ Look at that mailbox
Look at that tree
¶ It's about as beautiful
as it can be
¶ Whoa
¶ Today is gonna
be exceptional
¶ Never boring
even for a minute
¶ It's my world
and we're all livin' in it
¶ Whoa, whoa
¶ Never boring
even for a minute
¶ It's my world
and we're all livin' in it ¶
(METAL SLICING SOUNDS)
Sigh.
Penny for my thoughts?
That's not how
that works.
I'm supposed
to ask you that.
You know,
I try and I try,
but I still
can't believe
we went from
saving the world
to, well, to this.
To spending hours
cleaning alien rubbish
out of dirty parking lots.
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
MR. BLOC Sorry, boys.
Looks like there was
some mix-up
with your mission memo.
Turns out, it's not
alien trash at all.
You've just been
cleaning up
regular trash all day.
We'll get you back
on alien trash tomorrow.
Next week, tops.
Toodles!
You know, I thought this
smelled kinda human-y.
(SHOUTING) That's it!
I've had it!
(CLANGS)
I am destined for
far more than this.
Well I am destined
for lunch.
And I think it's
high time I lived up
to my potential.
Where is your
ambition, man?
Or did you eat that too?
All right, fine!
Penny for my thoughts now.
You keep gunning for
a job that doesn't exist.
The aliens that we've met
are litter-bugs,
not evil tyrants
bent on world domination.
There are no
nut-jobbers here
to fight.
The world is not
currently threatened.
And you can't
get promoted to
"Guy who saves
the world" anyway.
That's not...
That's not a job title!
Egg salad?
No.
Think I've
lost my appetite.
Cavendish?
Scott.
Dead rat
for your thoughts.
No, thank you.
Just drowning in
the empty cup
that I've been dealt.
Well, remember.
"Loss can lead
to new adventures."
Yes, I... Wait.
What did you say?
"Loss can lead
to new adventures"?
Chips and kidney pie!
You're right!
(GIGGLES) How simple
and yet so insightful.
You know, people don't
give you enough credit
because you live
underground and
you're, well, filthy.
But, you are wise
beyond your social strata.
Thanks!
'Scuse, me.
Do you have the time?
"Loss can lead
to new adventures."
Huh. Okay.
¶ Loss can lead
to new adventures! ¶
He's right!
I have got to
stop sulking. But how?
(GASPS) Great
chubby-wonkers!
An alien abduction!
(SHOUTING) Dakota! Dakota!
(EXCITEDLY)
Did you see?
Did you see it?
Did I see what?
The world
is threatened.
There was
an alien abduction.
I must've
missed it.
This is it, Dakota!
Don't you see?
I didn't.
I just said,
I did not see...
People are
being abducted.
(EXCITEDLY) The world
is being threatened.
(LAUGHING) We can
save the world again.
We'll get promoted!
Ooh!
We have to
tell Block.
Whoa! Well I'm not sure
I should be running.
I just had
all that egg salad!
(DOOR BELL RINGING)
Oh! It's you.
Milo's friends.
(SARCASTICALLY)
Who don't get paid
to hang out with him.
Unlike a certain platypus
who shall
remain nameless.
Perry the Platypus.
(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)
Um. Hi, Dr. D.
Is Milo around?
I think he's upstairs.
(UNENTHUSIASTICALLY)
Come in, I guess.
(UNCOMFORTABLY)
Oh-kay?
BOTH: (KNOCKING)
Can Milo come out
and play?
MILO: I will be
right down, friends.
Okay. We'll be
hangin' with Dr. D.
Sounds like a TV show.
¶ Hangin' with Dr. D! ¶
(HESITATINGLY) So.
Do you have any
new Do-good-inators
you'd like to
show us, maybe?
Why?
(WHISPERS) I was bored!
(WHISPERS) We were safe!
Well, I might have
one or two
I've been working on.
Oh! Hey, Milo.
That's my name.
Do not wear it out.
(UNCOMFORTABLY)
Oh-kay.
Uh, Dr. D was just
about to show us
his latest 'inators'.
(SARCASTICALLY) 'Cause
that's what we
all wanted to do,
apparently.
That sounds like
a great way
to spend time.
(REMOTE BEEPS)
(LASER WHIZZING)
(SPLATS AND
ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
(LASER WHIZZING)
(SPLASHING)
(METAL CLANGING)
(THUDS)
(MACHINE CHUGGING)
(GROANS)
I'm sorry, kids.
My 'inators' aren't
working like they used to.
(EXPLOSION)
(HESITATINGLY)
Or, actually,
I guess exactly
how they used to.
Which is...
You know,
the problem.
What a loser.
Whoa, Milo.
You feelin' okay?
I'm perfectly normal
and definitely myself.
You loser.
What about this one?
What about, not?
(SIGHS) Yeah, maybe
there's one more.
(THUDS)
See, I just move
this thing here like this,
(LASER WHIZZING)
and it just... I don't
know what it does.
But I'm doing
it now.
(SHATTERING)
Oopsies!
BOTH: Milo!
Milo?
Guys, I am so sorry.
I knew getting out
my 'inators'
was a bad idea.
Almost always is.
(FRANTICALLY)
Where is he? Milo!
Milo!
MILO: That's my name.
(SHORT CIRCUITING)
Don't we...
Don't we...
Milo?
(GRUNTS)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
MILO: Loser. Loser.
Loser.
Well, I definitely
didn't do that.
BRIGETTE: Milo!
(FRANTICALLY)
Oh, jeez! Quick!
Give me the head.
Whoa!
Everybody all right?
BRIGETTE: What happened?
(HESITATINGLY) Um...
Murphy's Law?
That's my name.
Don't wear it out.
(SIGHS) I'll call
the insurance company.
You kids have fun
with your debris.
What a loser.
So, wait a minute.
Has Milo always
been a robot?
I like cheese fries.
(SHATTERING)
Milo's not a robot.
This isn't Milo.
But, he does like
cheese fries. So...
Zack! Someone
didn't want us to
know Milo was gone.
(SIGHS)
Milo's missing. Again!
Wait. Is this something
that happens often?
At least once
a season, apparently.
I mean, it happened
this past fall.
And now it's
happening here
in the winter.
All right,
'inator' man.
If that thing can talk,
maybe it can answer
a few questions.
Get re-wiring.
I can do that.
I can do that!
BLOCK: Look.
All alien ships
that enter
Earth's atmosphere
are required
to notify us
when they're
abducting people.
I would certainly
know of any
unauthorized abductions
before the
two of you would.
But... But, sir!
Dakota,
did you see this
"abduction"?
I was actually eating
at the time.
Was it something
so large it
covered your eyes?
(HESITATINGLY) No, no.
I was like 20 feet away,
but if he says he saw--
Cavendish, maybe you're
just working too hard
and seeing things.
(SIGHS) Why don't you
take the afternoon off?
But, sir!
What about the
poor unknown person
who was abducted?
Who's going
to help him?
(CHUCKLES)
Not you.
But, only because
there was no abduction.
Toodles!
Yes, sir!
Come with me.
I need to look like
I'm going somewhere.
(BELLS JINGLING)
Ah, you know.
What does he know?
He's... He's just
a boss person
with, you know,
meetings, memos,
and one of those little
putting greens in his office,
I assume. What?
Maybe, you're right.
Maybe we don't
need his permission.
Wait, wait, wait.
No, I did not say that.
Yes!
No, no.
(STAMMERING)
Whatever I said
that motivated you
to put our
jobs at risk,
I take it back,
right now.
Backsies.
Too late!
Okay. I take back
everything I've said
since we met!
(BEEPING)
Can you hear us?
Who are you?
What are
you doing here?
And where's
our friend?
Which question
would you like me
to answer first, loser?
Wait, wait. Hold on
a second. Let me
turn the sass down.
(GRUNTS) There you go.
Robot Milo,
where is Milo, Milo?
Abducted.
Who took him?
Aliens.
Ready, boy? Go fetch!
Well. This is a new one.
(SCREAMING) Whoa!
That's not Murphy's Law!
(WHIZZING STOPS)
But, that is. (SCREAMING)
Oh, yes!
Oh, no.
Oh. Uh, hello.
(VOICE SHAKING)
Uh, welcome to Earth!
Egg salad?
Aliens?
Yes. I am
an organic android
grown from
a tissue sample
of Milo's unique DNA.
I was substituted
to delay your discovery
that Milo had
been abducted by aliens.
Where are they
taking him?
What are their plans?
(SARCASTICALLY) Oh, sure.
Like they are going to
share that information
with an android.
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
Ma'am, do you
think it's wise
bringing him aboard?
We have no choice here.
He's the one.
Uh, ma'am,
Are you sure?
Considering what
happened with the ship
on the re-con mission--
(GROANS)
Why did this company
stick me with
such a cowardly crew?
(TEARING)
That better not be
one of my throw pillows.
So, what's this about?
What can I help you with?
(SHOUTING) And hey,
where's my backpack?
Backpack will
be just fine.
Provided you cooperate.
What exactly do
you need from me?
You are here
as our (BUZZING) meal.
(SHOUTS) What?
You're gonna eat me?
No, no, no.
What I meant to say is,
you are
(BUZZING) the buffet.
The negative
probability ions
are causing the
translation device
to malfunction.
What I'm trying
to say is that
you are
(BUZZING) delicious.
(SCREAMING)
(BUZZING) Appetizing.
(BUZZING) Scrumptious!
(SCREAMING)
No, no. The Commander
is trying to say
that you're the (BUZZING)
white meats, the dark meats,
the neck, and the gibblets.
(SCREAMING)
(ALARM BLARING)
(FRANTICALLY)
This is what we
warned you about, ma'am.
He's (BUZZING) calories!
(HESITATINGLY)
I mean. (BUZZING)
Dibs on the feet!
(SCREAMING)
(SHATTERING AND
ALARM BLARING)
(SCREAMING)
I'm so hungry!
(SHOUTING) Yum,
yum, yum! Tasty!
(SHOUTING) Fried!
Put it on a stick!
(SHORT CIRCUITING)
The human ran off!
Oh. Now the
translator works.
CAVENDISH: Look.
I'm telling you
I saw that abduction and
I will track down that ship.
But, I can't seem
to find even one entry
for a ship like
the one that I saw.
You said it was like,
wearing a jacket
or a coat, or something?
(LAUGHS)
Cloak? Right! Yes!
Cloaking technology.
I wonder maybe,
if it doesn't even
show up on
their radar, at all.
Maybe, I suppose.
But, are you really positive
you saw what you saw?
I mean, we were
out in the sun.
You got all worked up.
Of course, I am sure
that I saw what I saw.
None of this is helping.
We need to take action!
Not conduct research.
Wait. What
kind of action?
Cavendish, are you
just gonna keep
running away from me
without explaining
what you're doing, all day?
'Cause it seems
a lot like calisthenics.
Just so you know,
this isn't my
running tracksuit.
This is my
eating tracksuit.
Okay. He's
hiding somewhere
in the ship's vents.
But, our sensors are
still malfunctioning
so we can't
pinpoint him.
Oh, man. He'll destroy
the ship from within.
I think this was
his plan all along!
I heard humans can
spit acid that can
burn through the hall.
Enough! That is nonsense.
Now, we're just gonna
have to send you brave men
into the vents
to find him.
Capture him alive!
Report in.
This is Cone
near Core Extraction.
This is Beek reporting
near Life Support.
ALIEN 1: This is Mantle
reporting in
from Gravity Control.
This is Lowe reporting in
from Engineering Section.
Uh, sir, there's
a lot of tunnels here
and, uh...
LOWE: I'm lost.
BEEK: Yeah! Me too!
CONE: Why are there
so many vents?
BLEEK: (WHINING) And
they all look the same!
(ALARM BEEPING)
Lowe. The power systems
are malfunctioning.
He must be
in your section.
I can't get a reading.
My scanner's not working.
(GASPS)
He was here.
I don't know
where he went.
He's right there.
Behind you.
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
LOWE: That was him.
(RADIO STATIC)
I'm running but the...
(RADIO STATIC)
No escape. (RADIO STATIC)
Cut me to pieces.
(RADIO STATIC)
(SCREAMING AND RADIO STATIC)
Well, it used to be
a shenanigans tracker,
or a Shenanigan-ator.
But I've
rigged it into a
negative probability
ions tracker.
That means Milo
and his Murphy's Law
should set it off.
Okay, but wait.
Doesn't stuff just go
wrong around you too?
Yeah. Won't that
throw it off?
Well, actually, the
stuff that goes wrong
around me is different.
(HESITATINGLY)
It's caused by my...
Stupidity?
Incompetence?
(SIGHS) I was gonna
say poor planning,
but thank you for that.
(MACHINE CLANGING)
(BARKING)
Ooh! It looks like
it's working already.
And according to these
Murphy's Law readings
Milo should be walking
right through that door
right--
(CHUCKLES) Hi, kids, I.
(ALL BOOING)
All right, then. You can
get your own snacks.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(WHINING) No, no!
We'd love some snacks!
Okay. So,
wrong Murphy.
Maybe I can't
do this after all.
No, no. You can do it.
You're a great inventor.
You made us
float upside down,
you turned apples
into ice cream,
and most importantly,
you saved Zack's life.
Whoa, Whoa. What?
After you turned him
inside-out.
(SHOUTING) Wait, what?
And erased his memory
of the whole event.,
and the point is,
you Milo-d up
and now we
need to do it again.
I appreciate that,
but in order to
make it more specific,
I would have to have
a sample of Milo's DNA.
(GASPS) Wait a second!
(SHOUTING) You
turned me inside-out?
This robot was built
using tissue samples
of Milo's DNA.
If I connect it to
the Shenanigan-ator,
it should be
able to pinpoint
exactly where Milo is.
Well, duh!
Wait. I thought I
turned down your sass.
Come on.
What did I
look like?
Inside-out?
You looked great.
Really?
No, not really.
You were gross.
BEEK: (ON RADIO)
It's moving!
It's coming right at me!
(SHOUTING) Beek!
Beek! Report!
Oh, no! Ripped to shreds!
(SCREAMING)
Life Support seems
to have stabilized
for the moment, ma'am.
How could I have been
so wrong about this human?
First, Murphy
attacked Lowe,
then Mantle, and now
he's gotten Beek, too!
What is happening in there?
If I may, ma'am,
and please excuse
my crude drawings.
This is our best guess.
The human's
likely taken him
to his newly-constructed
web-lair in the vents
and feeding him
to his hatchlings.
CONE: (ON RADIO)
Uh, excuse me, ma'am.
I'm still in here.
So, if you wouldn't mind,
just go ahead and
hit the mute button
the next time
you guys are gonna do
a super-horrifying update
on what's going on.
Cone! Get out
of there! He's...
COMMANDER: (VOICE SHAKING)
They're everywhere!
(BEEPING)
His hatchlings.
Cone! Head to the
core control room.
(SHATTERING)
It's straight ahead.
Fifty meters from--
CONE: Help!
So many...
(WAILS INDISTINCTLY)
(SCREAMS) Melting!
Spits acid.
(SHATTERING)
(RADIO STATIC)
Okay. That's enough.
We're going
to core control
and end this,
once and for all.
This is one of
my throw pillows.
Let's go!
(CHUCKLES) So, the
gentleman came up to me
and I clarified,
"But I said pistachion,
not mustaches on."
(ALL LAUGHING)
You Brits crack me up.
Crumwell's knickers!
Look at the time!
Anyhoo,
we just need to
you know, empty the rubbish
from your impressive armory.
You're not on the list
but you did make me laugh
so go right ahead.
Mustaches on.
(CHUCKLES) You
trash agents are a riot.
(GIGGLING)
I am a naughty boy.
Oh, look!
You'll do nicely.
Dakota, look at
all of this great gear!
Yeah, yeah. But
what are we doing here?
Well, isn't it obvious?
We are heroes!
We're going to
borrow these weapons
and do the right thing.
Rescue that abductee.
Come on, partner.
It's up to us.
We have to save the day!
Cavendish, wait.
I think maybe we
shouldn't be doing this...
Thing.
Are you kidding?
You're the one who's
always wanting to
break the rules.
Yeah, but that was
when I could go back in time
and fix things.
We're stuck here now.
We live here now.
And we have to keep
our jobs and pay rent.
(GASPS) You don't
believe me!
I didn't see what you saw,
no, but...
I see how it is.
But I believe
that you believe.
Yes, well, that's
not the same thing.
That's like saying,
"I believe that
you're hallucinating."
(SHOUTING)
All right, then.
I'm glad we
had this little chat.
Cavendish, hey.
Hey, man! Just wait.
(SHOUTING) Hey!
Hey, Cavendish!
Cheerio!
Hey.
Why is your
hilarious partner
in such a hurry?
(HESITATINGLY)
Oh, um...
(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)
(HESITATINGLY)
Um, mustaches on?
(RATTLING)
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
It's us. We're okay.
It's okay, sir.
Milo here's
been helping us.
What?
When I was moving
through engineering
Milo's negative
probability ions
were affecting the system.
(SHOUTING) Oh, no!
It's the emergency bulkhead.
I'm running,
but there's no escape.
Any one of these
can cut me to pieces.
(SCREAMS)
Are you okay?
Also, please
don't eat me.
And after Lowe here
explained the malfunction
in your translators,
and that no one
was gonna eat me,
we moved right along
and ran into Mantle.
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
¶ You're just what I needed
¶ Right about now
¶ I can finally say
¶ After all this time
¶ I see an open door
¶ Right about now
¶ We'll find a way
¶ Oh, yeah ¶
But, how are you
able to deal with
all those negative
probability ions?
All it takes is a
little elbow grease
and the right attitude.
But, I am sorry about
all the malfunctions.
(ALARM BLARING)
One of the
power conduits
fused to our warp engines
has melted, ma'am!
These jumper cables
might do the trick.
(SINGS) Ta-da!
(ALL CHEERING)
He's even more impressive
than we'd observed.
He's the one.
Our only hope.
We need to
et Milo Murphy
to the other side
of the universe.
(SARCASTICALLY)
Well thanks for
the help back there.
And I meant that
sarcastically,
in case you
didn't get that.
I am going rogue.
Do you mean that
sarcastically?
Look. I'm sorry
I didn't believe you
in the way that
you wanted me to.
It's too late for
all of that, now.
(STAMMERING) Okay, look.
We've had our differences
and arguments.
But, at the end of the day,
we always patch things up.
And then it's
Team Davendish,
or Team Cavota, or...
No one calls us that.
But, the point is,
we work it out.
We're a team.
Not this time.
Not anymore.
Wait. What's with the
memory eraser thing?
It's safer for you
if you don't remember
what I'm doing.
Good bye, old friend.
(SHOUTING) No, wait!
Cavendish!
(LASER WHIZZING)
Okay. What?
Wait. What happened?
Cavendish?
Cavendish?
So, where we headed?
We are taking you
to Octailia.
Our home planet.
(HESITATINGLY) Well,
tonight is a school night.
I don't think--
Hey, I'm glad
we're all buddies, now
but you need to stand
away from my console.
Uh-oh!
Uh-oh, what?
(ALL SCREAMING)
It's his negative
probability ions.
(SHOUTING) We're headed
back to Earth!
(CHUCKLES) Well,
that's good news.
(SHOUTING)
On a collision course!
That's less-good news.
(SHOUTING) Do something!
Do I look like
I'm on vacation?
Maybe I can help.
(SHATTERING)
(SHOUTING) Murphy! No!
That's it! I'm
activating the escape pod.
(SHOUTING) No! Not yet!
(MACHINES WHIRRING)
If I can just reach...
Huh. Guess
I must've used it all
helping those guys
fix their ship.
(WHEELS SQUEAKING)
Follow me!
Milo!
Milo?
(MACHINE WHIRRING AND BEEPING)
Oh, that doesn't make sense.
According to these readings,
Milo should be right here
where we're standing.
No one's standing
on there, right?
(BARKING)
What is it, boy?
MILO: Hey, guys!
(SHOUTING) Incoming!
We need to catch him!
We need balloons!
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(POPS)
Oh! That one broke.
Hope this is enough.
(FRANTICALLY)
Better be enough!
(SHOUTING) There's
no way that's enough!
(SCREAMING)
Huh. I guess
that was enough.
And that's how
I got here.
(GIGGLES) Any idea
what they wanted?
Well, me,
for some reason.
At first, I thought
they wanted to eat me,
Which wasn't true.
But, I got the impression
there was something else.
Well, hopefully
it's the last time
we see those
particular aliens.
(LAUGHS) I wouldn't
be so sure.
(SIGHS) Penny
for your thoughts?
Oh, hey, Dr. D. I...
I think my
best friend just
used the
memory scrambler
and left me.
Really? Well...
I just found out
mine was getting paid
to hang out with me.
Ooh. Ouch.
Right?
And today I
spent the entire day
trying to find Milo
'cause he was missing.
He went missing
last season, too.
Last season?
Yeah. In the fall.
It was a big hullabaloo.
Pizza roll?
Don't mind if I do.
¶ It's my world
And we're all livin' in it
¶ Go, Milo
Go, Milo, go
¶ Oh, thanks, everybody
That is so motivational
¶ Go, Milo
Go, Milo, go
¶ Whoa
¶ I'm not sitting here
watching the world turn
¶ You know I'd rather spin it
¶ Go, Milo
Go, Milo, go
¶ It's my world
And we're all livin' in it ¶
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
¶ Look at that sun
Look at that sky
¶ Look at my sweater vest
I look so fly
¶ Look at that mailbox
Look at that tree
¶ It's about as beautiful
as it can be
¶ Whoa
¶ Today is gonna
be exceptional
¶ Never boring
even for a minute
¶ It's my world
and we're all livin' in it
¶ Whoa, whoa
¶ Never boring
even for a minute
¶ It's my world
and we're all livin' in it ¶
(METAL SLICING SOUNDS)
Sigh.
Penny for my thoughts?
That's not how
that works.
I'm supposed
to ask you that.
You know,
I try and I try,
but I still
can't believe
we went from
saving the world
to, well, to this.
To spending hours
cleaning alien rubbish
out of dirty parking lots.
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
MR. BLOC Sorry, boys.
Looks like there was
some mix-up
with your mission memo.
Turns out, it's not
alien trash at all.
You've just been
cleaning up
regular trash all day.
We'll get you back
on alien trash tomorrow.
Next week, tops.
Toodles!
You know, I thought this
smelled kinda human-y.
(SHOUTING) That's it!
I've had it!
(CLANGS)
I am destined for
far more than this.
Well I am destined
for lunch.
And I think it's
high time I lived up
to my potential.
Where is your
ambition, man?
Or did you eat that too?
All right, fine!
Penny for my thoughts now.
You keep gunning for
a job that doesn't exist.
The aliens that we've met
are litter-bugs,
not evil tyrants
bent on world domination.
There are no
nut-jobbers here
to fight.
The world is not
currently threatened.
And you can't
get promoted to
"Guy who saves
the world" anyway.
That's not...
That's not a job title!
Egg salad?
No.
Think I've
lost my appetite.
Cavendish?
Scott.
Dead rat
for your thoughts.
No, thank you.
Just drowning in
the empty cup
that I've been dealt.
Well, remember.
"Loss can lead
to new adventures."
Yes, I... Wait.
What did you say?
"Loss can lead
to new adventures"?
Chips and kidney pie!
You're right!
(GIGGLES) How simple
and yet so insightful.
You know, people don't
give you enough credit
because you live
underground and
you're, well, filthy.
But, you are wise
beyond your social strata.
Thanks!
'Scuse, me.
Do you have the time?
"Loss can lead
to new adventures."
Huh. Okay.
¶ Loss can lead
to new adventures! ¶
He's right!
I have got to
stop sulking. But how?
(GASPS) Great
chubby-wonkers!
An alien abduction!
(SHOUTING) Dakota! Dakota!
(EXCITEDLY)
Did you see?
Did you see it?
Did I see what?
The world
is threatened.
There was
an alien abduction.
I must've
missed it.
This is it, Dakota!
Don't you see?
I didn't.
I just said,
I did not see...
People are
being abducted.
(EXCITEDLY) The world
is being threatened.
(LAUGHING) We can
save the world again.
We'll get promoted!
Ooh!
We have to
tell Block.
Whoa! Well I'm not sure
I should be running.
I just had
all that egg salad!
(DOOR BELL RINGING)
Oh! It's you.
Milo's friends.
(SARCASTICALLY)
Who don't get paid
to hang out with him.
Unlike a certain platypus
who shall
remain nameless.
Perry the Platypus.
(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)
Um. Hi, Dr. D.
Is Milo around?
I think he's upstairs.
(UNENTHUSIASTICALLY)
Come in, I guess.
(UNCOMFORTABLY)
Oh-kay?
BOTH: (KNOCKING)
Can Milo come out
and play?
MILO: I will be
right down, friends.
Okay. We'll be
hangin' with Dr. D.
Sounds like a TV show.
¶ Hangin' with Dr. D! ¶
(HESITATINGLY) So.
Do you have any
new Do-good-inators
you'd like to
show us, maybe?
Why?
(WHISPERS) I was bored!
(WHISPERS) We were safe!
Well, I might have
one or two
I've been working on.
Oh! Hey, Milo.
That's my name.
Do not wear it out.
(UNCOMFORTABLY)
Oh-kay.
Uh, Dr. D was just
about to show us
his latest 'inators'.
(SARCASTICALLY) 'Cause
that's what we
all wanted to do,
apparently.
That sounds like
a great way
to spend time.
(REMOTE BEEPS)
(LASER WHIZZING)
(SPLATS AND
ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
(LASER WHIZZING)
(SPLASHING)
(METAL CLANGING)
(THUDS)
(MACHINE CHUGGING)
(GROANS)
I'm sorry, kids.
My 'inators' aren't
working like they used to.
(EXPLOSION)
(HESITATINGLY)
Or, actually,
I guess exactly
how they used to.
Which is...
You know,
the problem.
What a loser.
Whoa, Milo.
You feelin' okay?
I'm perfectly normal
and definitely myself.
You loser.
What about this one?
What about, not?
(SIGHS) Yeah, maybe
there's one more.
(THUDS)
See, I just move
this thing here like this,
(LASER WHIZZING)
and it just... I don't
know what it does.
But I'm doing
it now.
(SHATTERING)
Oopsies!
BOTH: Milo!
Milo?
Guys, I am so sorry.
I knew getting out
my 'inators'
was a bad idea.
Almost always is.
(FRANTICALLY)
Where is he? Milo!
Milo!
MILO: That's my name.
(SHORT CIRCUITING)
Don't we...
Don't we...
Milo?
(GRUNTS)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
MILO: Loser. Loser.
Loser.
Well, I definitely
didn't do that.
BRIGETTE: Milo!
(FRANTICALLY)
Oh, jeez! Quick!
Give me the head.
Whoa!
Everybody all right?
BRIGETTE: What happened?
(HESITATINGLY) Um...
Murphy's Law?
That's my name.
Don't wear it out.
(SIGHS) I'll call
the insurance company.
You kids have fun
with your debris.
What a loser.
So, wait a minute.
Has Milo always
been a robot?
I like cheese fries.
(SHATTERING)
Milo's not a robot.
This isn't Milo.
But, he does like
cheese fries. So...
Zack! Someone
didn't want us to
know Milo was gone.
(SIGHS)
Milo's missing. Again!
Wait. Is this something
that happens often?
At least once
a season, apparently.
I mean, it happened
this past fall.
And now it's
happening here
in the winter.
All right,
'inator' man.
If that thing can talk,
maybe it can answer
a few questions.
Get re-wiring.
I can do that.
I can do that!
BLOCK: Look.
All alien ships
that enter
Earth's atmosphere
are required
to notify us
when they're
abducting people.
I would certainly
know of any
unauthorized abductions
before the
two of you would.
But... But, sir!
Dakota,
did you see this
"abduction"?
I was actually eating
at the time.
Was it something
so large it
covered your eyes?
(HESITATINGLY) No, no.
I was like 20 feet away,
but if he says he saw--
Cavendish, maybe you're
just working too hard
and seeing things.
(SIGHS) Why don't you
take the afternoon off?
But, sir!
What about the
poor unknown person
who was abducted?
Who's going
to help him?
(CHUCKLES)
Not you.
But, only because
there was no abduction.
Toodles!
Yes, sir!
Come with me.
I need to look like
I'm going somewhere.
(BELLS JINGLING)
Ah, you know.
What does he know?
He's... He's just
a boss person
with, you know,
meetings, memos,
and one of those little
putting greens in his office,
I assume. What?
Maybe, you're right.
Maybe we don't
need his permission.
Wait, wait, wait.
No, I did not say that.
Yes!
No, no.
(STAMMERING)
Whatever I said
that motivated you
to put our
jobs at risk,
I take it back,
right now.
Backsies.
Too late!
Okay. I take back
everything I've said
since we met!
(BEEPING)
Can you hear us?
Who are you?
What are
you doing here?
And where's
our friend?
Which question
would you like me
to answer first, loser?
Wait, wait. Hold on
a second. Let me
turn the sass down.
(GRUNTS) There you go.
Robot Milo,
where is Milo, Milo?
Abducted.
Who took him?
Aliens.
Ready, boy? Go fetch!
Well. This is a new one.
(SCREAMING) Whoa!
That's not Murphy's Law!
(WHIZZING STOPS)
But, that is. (SCREAMING)
Oh, yes!
Oh, no.
Oh. Uh, hello.
(VOICE SHAKING)
Uh, welcome to Earth!
Egg salad?
Aliens?
Yes. I am
an organic android
grown from
a tissue sample
of Milo's unique DNA.
I was substituted
to delay your discovery
that Milo had
been abducted by aliens.
Where are they
taking him?
What are their plans?
(SARCASTICALLY) Oh, sure.
Like they are going to
share that information
with an android.
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
Ma'am, do you
think it's wise
bringing him aboard?
We have no choice here.
He's the one.
Uh, ma'am,
Are you sure?
Considering what
happened with the ship
on the re-con mission--
(GROANS)
Why did this company
stick me with
such a cowardly crew?
(TEARING)
That better not be
one of my throw pillows.
So, what's this about?
What can I help you with?
(SHOUTING) And hey,
where's my backpack?
Backpack will
be just fine.
Provided you cooperate.
What exactly do
you need from me?
You are here
as our (BUZZING) meal.
(SHOUTS) What?
You're gonna eat me?
No, no, no.
What I meant to say is,
you are
(BUZZING) the buffet.
The negative
probability ions
are causing the
translation device
to malfunction.
What I'm trying
to say is that
you are
(BUZZING) delicious.
(SCREAMING)
(BUZZING) Appetizing.
(BUZZING) Scrumptious!
(SCREAMING)
No, no. The Commander
is trying to say
that you're the (BUZZING)
white meats, the dark meats,
the neck, and the gibblets.
(SCREAMING)
(ALARM BLARING)
(FRANTICALLY)
This is what we
warned you about, ma'am.
He's (BUZZING) calories!
(HESITATINGLY)
I mean. (BUZZING)
Dibs on the feet!
(SCREAMING)
(SHATTERING AND
ALARM BLARING)
(SCREAMING)
I'm so hungry!
(SHOUTING) Yum,
yum, yum! Tasty!
(SHOUTING) Fried!
Put it on a stick!
(SHORT CIRCUITING)
The human ran off!
Oh. Now the
translator works.
CAVENDISH: Look.
I'm telling you
I saw that abduction and
I will track down that ship.
But, I can't seem
to find even one entry
for a ship like
the one that I saw.
You said it was like,
wearing a jacket
or a coat, or something?
(LAUGHS)
Cloak? Right! Yes!
Cloaking technology.
I wonder maybe,
if it doesn't even
show up on
their radar, at all.
Maybe, I suppose.
But, are you really positive
you saw what you saw?
I mean, we were
out in the sun.
You got all worked up.
Of course, I am sure
that I saw what I saw.
None of this is helping.
We need to take action!
Not conduct research.
Wait. What
kind of action?
Cavendish, are you
just gonna keep
running away from me
without explaining
what you're doing, all day?
'Cause it seems
a lot like calisthenics.
Just so you know,
this isn't my
running tracksuit.
This is my
eating tracksuit.
Okay. He's
hiding somewhere
in the ship's vents.
But, our sensors are
still malfunctioning
so we can't
pinpoint him.
Oh, man. He'll destroy
the ship from within.
I think this was
his plan all along!
I heard humans can
spit acid that can
burn through the hall.
Enough! That is nonsense.
Now, we're just gonna
have to send you brave men
into the vents
to find him.
Capture him alive!
Report in.
This is Cone
near Core Extraction.
This is Beek reporting
near Life Support.
ALIEN 1: This is Mantle
reporting in
from Gravity Control.
This is Lowe reporting in
from Engineering Section.
Uh, sir, there's
a lot of tunnels here
and, uh...
LOWE: I'm lost.
BEEK: Yeah! Me too!
CONE: Why are there
so many vents?
BLEEK: (WHINING) And
they all look the same!
(ALARM BEEPING)
Lowe. The power systems
are malfunctioning.
He must be
in your section.
I can't get a reading.
My scanner's not working.
(GASPS)
He was here.
I don't know
where he went.
He's right there.
Behind you.
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
LOWE: That was him.
(RADIO STATIC)
I'm running but the...
(RADIO STATIC)
No escape. (RADIO STATIC)
Cut me to pieces.
(RADIO STATIC)
(SCREAMING AND RADIO STATIC)
Well, it used to be
a shenanigans tracker,
or a Shenanigan-ator.
But I've
rigged it into a
negative probability
ions tracker.
That means Milo
and his Murphy's Law
should set it off.
Okay, but wait.
Doesn't stuff just go
wrong around you too?
Yeah. Won't that
throw it off?
Well, actually, the
stuff that goes wrong
around me is different.
(HESITATINGLY)
It's caused by my...
Stupidity?
Incompetence?
(SIGHS) I was gonna
say poor planning,
but thank you for that.
(MACHINE CLANGING)
(BARKING)
Ooh! It looks like
it's working already.
And according to these
Murphy's Law readings
Milo should be walking
right through that door
right--
(CHUCKLES) Hi, kids, I.
(ALL BOOING)
All right, then. You can
get your own snacks.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(WHINING) No, no!
We'd love some snacks!
Okay. So,
wrong Murphy.
Maybe I can't
do this after all.
No, no. You can do it.
You're a great inventor.
You made us
float upside down,
you turned apples
into ice cream,
and most importantly,
you saved Zack's life.
Whoa, Whoa. What?
After you turned him
inside-out.
(SHOUTING) Wait, what?
And erased his memory
of the whole event.,
and the point is,
you Milo-d up
and now we
need to do it again.
I appreciate that,
but in order to
make it more specific,
I would have to have
a sample of Milo's DNA.
(GASPS) Wait a second!
(SHOUTING) You
turned me inside-out?
This robot was built
using tissue samples
of Milo's DNA.
If I connect it to
the Shenanigan-ator,
it should be
able to pinpoint
exactly where Milo is.
Well, duh!
Wait. I thought I
turned down your sass.
Come on.
What did I
look like?
Inside-out?
You looked great.
Really?
No, not really.
You were gross.
BEEK: (ON RADIO)
It's moving!
It's coming right at me!
(SHOUTING) Beek!
Beek! Report!
Oh, no! Ripped to shreds!
(SCREAMING)
Life Support seems
to have stabilized
for the moment, ma'am.
How could I have been
so wrong about this human?
First, Murphy
attacked Lowe,
then Mantle, and now
he's gotten Beek, too!
What is happening in there?
If I may, ma'am,
and please excuse
my crude drawings.
This is our best guess.
The human's
likely taken him
to his newly-constructed
web-lair in the vents
and feeding him
to his hatchlings.
CONE: (ON RADIO)
Uh, excuse me, ma'am.
I'm still in here.
So, if you wouldn't mind,
just go ahead and
hit the mute button
the next time
you guys are gonna do
a super-horrifying update
on what's going on.
Cone! Get out
of there! He's...
COMMANDER: (VOICE SHAKING)
They're everywhere!
(BEEPING)
His hatchlings.
Cone! Head to the
core control room.
(SHATTERING)
It's straight ahead.
Fifty meters from--
CONE: Help!
So many...
(WAILS INDISTINCTLY)
(SCREAMS) Melting!
Spits acid.
(SHATTERING)
(RADIO STATIC)
Okay. That's enough.
We're going
to core control
and end this,
once and for all.
This is one of
my throw pillows.
Let's go!
(CHUCKLES) So, the
gentleman came up to me
and I clarified,
"But I said pistachion,
not mustaches on."
(ALL LAUGHING)
You Brits crack me up.
Crumwell's knickers!
Look at the time!
Anyhoo,
we just need to
you know, empty the rubbish
from your impressive armory.
You're not on the list
but you did make me laugh
so go right ahead.
Mustaches on.
(CHUCKLES) You
trash agents are a riot.
(GIGGLING)
I am a naughty boy.
Oh, look!
You'll do nicely.
Dakota, look at
all of this great gear!
Yeah, yeah. But
what are we doing here?
Well, isn't it obvious?
We are heroes!
We're going to
borrow these weapons
and do the right thing.
Rescue that abductee.
Come on, partner.
It's up to us.
We have to save the day!
Cavendish, wait.
I think maybe we
shouldn't be doing this...
Thing.
Are you kidding?
You're the one who's
always wanting to
break the rules.
Yeah, but that was
when I could go back in time
and fix things.
We're stuck here now.
We live here now.
And we have to keep
our jobs and pay rent.
(GASPS) You don't
believe me!
I didn't see what you saw,
no, but...
I see how it is.
But I believe
that you believe.
Yes, well, that's
not the same thing.
That's like saying,
"I believe that
you're hallucinating."
(SHOUTING)
All right, then.
I'm glad we
had this little chat.
Cavendish, hey.
Hey, man! Just wait.
(SHOUTING) Hey!
Hey, Cavendish!
Cheerio!
Hey.
Why is your
hilarious partner
in such a hurry?
(HESITATINGLY)
Oh, um...
(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)
(HESITATINGLY)
Um, mustaches on?
(RATTLING)
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
It's us. We're okay.
It's okay, sir.
Milo here's
been helping us.
What?
When I was moving
through engineering
Milo's negative
probability ions
were affecting the system.
(SHOUTING) Oh, no!
It's the emergency bulkhead.
I'm running,
but there's no escape.
Any one of these
can cut me to pieces.
(SCREAMS)
Are you okay?
Also, please
don't eat me.
And after Lowe here
explained the malfunction
in your translators,
and that no one
was gonna eat me,
we moved right along
and ran into Mantle.
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
¶ You're just what I needed
¶ Right about now
¶ I can finally say
¶ After all this time
¶ I see an open door
¶ Right about now
¶ We'll find a way
¶ Oh, yeah ¶
But, how are you
able to deal with
all those negative
probability ions?
All it takes is a
little elbow grease
and the right attitude.
But, I am sorry about
all the malfunctions.
(ALARM BLARING)
One of the
power conduits
fused to our warp engines
has melted, ma'am!
These jumper cables
might do the trick.
(SINGS) Ta-da!
(ALL CHEERING)
He's even more impressive
than we'd observed.
He's the one.
Our only hope.
We need to
et Milo Murphy
to the other side
of the universe.
(SARCASTICALLY)
Well thanks for
the help back there.
And I meant that
sarcastically,
in case you
didn't get that.
I am going rogue.
Do you mean that
sarcastically?
Look. I'm sorry
I didn't believe you
in the way that
you wanted me to.
It's too late for
all of that, now.
(STAMMERING) Okay, look.
We've had our differences
and arguments.
But, at the end of the day,
we always patch things up.
And then it's
Team Davendish,
or Team Cavota, or...
No one calls us that.
But, the point is,
we work it out.
We're a team.
Not this time.
Not anymore.
Wait. What's with the
memory eraser thing?
It's safer for you
if you don't remember
what I'm doing.
Good bye, old friend.
(SHOUTING) No, wait!
Cavendish!
(LASER WHIZZING)
Okay. What?
Wait. What happened?
Cavendish?
Cavendish?
So, where we headed?
We are taking you
to Octailia.
Our home planet.
(HESITATINGLY) Well,
tonight is a school night.
I don't think--
Hey, I'm glad
we're all buddies, now
but you need to stand
away from my console.
Uh-oh!
Uh-oh, what?
(ALL SCREAMING)
It's his negative
probability ions.
(SHOUTING) We're headed
back to Earth!
(CHUCKLES) Well,
that's good news.
(SHOUTING)
On a collision course!
That's less-good news.
(SHOUTING) Do something!
Do I look like
I'm on vacation?
Maybe I can help.
(SHATTERING)
(SHOUTING) Murphy! No!
That's it! I'm
activating the escape pod.
(SHOUTING) No! Not yet!
(MACHINES WHIRRING)
If I can just reach...
Huh. Guess
I must've used it all
helping those guys
fix their ship.
(WHEELS SQUEAKING)
Follow me!
Milo!
Milo?
(MACHINE WHIRRING AND BEEPING)
Oh, that doesn't make sense.
According to these readings,
Milo should be right here
where we're standing.
No one's standing
on there, right?
(BARKING)
What is it, boy?
MILO: Hey, guys!
(SHOUTING) Incoming!
We need to catch him!
We need balloons!
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(POPS)
Oh! That one broke.
Hope this is enough.
(FRANTICALLY)
Better be enough!
(SHOUTING) There's
no way that's enough!
(SCREAMING)
Huh. I guess
that was enough.
And that's how
I got here.
(GIGGLES) Any idea
what they wanted?
Well, me,
for some reason.
At first, I thought
they wanted to eat me,
Which wasn't true.
But, I got the impression
there was something else.
Well, hopefully
it's the last time
we see those
particular aliens.
(LAUGHS) I wouldn't
be so sure.
(SIGHS) Penny
for your thoughts?
Oh, hey, Dr. D. I...
I think my
best friend just
used the
memory scrambler
and left me.
Really? Well...
I just found out
mine was getting paid
to hang out with me.
Ooh. Ouch.
Right?
And today I
spent the entire day
trying to find Milo
'cause he was missing.
He went missing
last season, too.
Last season?
Yeah. In the fall.
It was a big hullabaloo.
Pizza roll?
Don't mind if I do.
¶ It's my world
And we're all livin' in it
¶ Go, Milo
Go, Milo, go
¶ Oh, thanks, everybody
That is so motivational
¶ Go, Milo
Go, Milo, go
¶ Whoa
¶ I'm not sitting here
watching the world turn
¶ You know I'd rather spin it
¶ Go, Milo
Go, Milo, go
¶ It's my world
And we're all livin' in it ¶