Sabrina, the Animated Series (1999–2000): Season 1, Episode 2 - You Said a Mouse-ful - full transcript
Uh-oh.
Aah.
Whoa.
No!
Aah!
This next experiment
will test how long it takes Chester...
...to ride the scooter around
and get to the cheese.
Okay, Harvey, ready? And go.
Well, that didn't go very well, did it?
I don't understand it.
Chester should be a genius by now.
We've trained him for months,
fed him a special high-IQ diet.
And don't forget
all those mouse therapy sessions.
Well, we can still win.
The science fair isn't until tomorrow.
I don't know.
The competition looks pretty stiff.
- Well, well, well.
- Huh?
If it isn't my favorite rat wranglers.
Hi, Gem.
Oh, look at that.
You taught a mouse to eat cheese.
What a breakthrough.
You know, Gem,
we don't all have the money...
...to hire a team of German scientists
to do our project for us.
Oh, them?
They're just giving me a little hand
cloning my dog.
Face it, Spellman, that reject rat
doesn't stand a chance, and you know it.
Harvey, it's not too late
to come and join my exhibit.
We can share first prize.
No, I think I'll stick with Chester here.
Thanks anyway.
Winning isn't everything, Gem.
How would you know, Spellman?
You never win.
Uh, students, students.
Uh, may I have your attention
for a moment?
I've just received some exciting news.
The judge for tomorrow's
Greendale Science Fair...
...will be none other than
Professor Nate Houston. Ha, ha.
-Who?
-Who?
Professor Houston is the director
of the Greendale Space Center.
Greendale has a space center?
He is also guest lecturer
at the Greendale Public Library.
Greendale has a library?
Professor Houston
is a very important man...
...so I urge all of you to do your best.
Hmm. The only question is
where will I put the trophy when I win?
She's right, you know.
We don't stand a chance.
Don't you worry.
Chester will come through.
I've got one last test
I wanna put him through at home.
This should smarten him right up.
It's mouse brain food
I whipped up from some vitamins...
...and rodent hormones.
And now the ultimate test.
Ta-da.
Wow.
What exactly is it, Uncle Quigley?
It's a pneumatically-activated
balance-controlled maze for your mouse.
I figured Chester here isn't dumb,
he just needs a challenge.
You put all that together for Chester?
That is so cool.
Thanks. Uh, Harvey, can you run up
to the kitchen and get some cheese?
Hey, sure thing.
Well, now we know Harvey can do it.
That leaves the mouse.
Sabrina, I can't tell you
how proud I am of you.
You're embracing the world of science
instead of relying on magic.
Oh, that shows real maturity.
Thanks, Uncle Quig.
And thanks for building this nifty maze.
Hurl. Are we having
a warm moment here...
...or am I getting a hairball?
Now let's see what little Chester can do.
Look at him move.
Go, Chester, go!
All right!
Uncle Quigley, you're terrific.
We got ourselves a winner.
I'll be back in the morning,
and we'll head for the science fair.
We're gonna show the world that a mouse
can be just as smart as you and me. Ow.
Oh, brother.
Heh.
Does little mousy-wousy
like his foody-woody?
I think I'm gonna pukey-wukey.
Oh, stop it, Salem. You're just jealous
because Chester's getting attention.
- Sabrina.
- Huh?
It's time for bed.
Okay, Aunt Zelda.
Back in your cage, little fellow.
We're going upstairs.
Don't sweat it. I'll watch him for you.
You? I can't let you watch
over a mouse. You're a cat.
A cat? A cat?
Excuse me,
but I am most certainly not a cat.
You are speaking, half-witch,
to the proud product...
...of 20 generations of skilled warlocks.
A cat, indeed. Harumph.
-I-- I-- I'm sorry. I didn't mean--
-You should be.
Oh. Oh, all right.
You can watch Chester.
Just make sure he gets his sleep.
Morning, Chester.
Huh?
Oh, no! Salem!
Morning, witch.
Ooh, sorry.
Salem, you ate Chester!
Hey, what do you want from me?
I'm a cat, remember?
Oh, Salem, how could you?
Chester was more than just a mouse.
We bred him for grace
and wit and intelligence.
Well, if you'd bred him for speed,
he'd still be here.
Oh, my gosh.
Harvey's coming to pick us up any minute.
-Salem, you've gotta take Chester's place.
-Huh?
Excuse me?
Turn yourself into a mouse.
Ha. Oh, yeah. That'll happen.
Look, you got us into this mess.
You've gotta get us out.
Just for the science fair, please.
Get real. First, I was a warlock.
Then I got turned into a cat.
Now you want me to be a mouse?
I'm just zipping down the food chain,
aren't I?
Well, forget it.
Hmm.
Ah.
Yeah.
Oh, no.
Oh, no, you don't.
Don't even think it.
Huh?
From cat to mouse, he'll make the switch...
...and none can hear him but a witch.
Ha-ha-ha. Have fun.
Aah!
I suppose you think
this settles the argument.
Sorry, but it's your own fault.
And you better cooperate
at the science fair...
-...or I'll leave you this way.
-Oh, yeah?
I'm sure Quigley
will have something to say about this.
No one can hear you but me, Salem.
That's part of the spell.
Good morning, Sabrina.
All ready for the big event?
Uh, yeah, Uncle Quigley.
And how's our little exhibit?
Hey, there, Chester.
You know, he looks a little chubbier
than I remember.
Aah! Hey!
Morning, all.
What happened to you, Aunt Hilda?
Uh, Zelda's making me clean out
all my junk from the attic.
Can you be a doll
and give me a hand, Sabrina?
Uh, okay. But just for a little bit.
Harvey's picking me up
for the science fair soon.
Boy, what a collection of junk.
Watch your step, Sabrina.
Try not to bump into any-- Ow!
When you live 600 years, you tend
to accumulate a few knickknacks. Ha, ha.
What's this door for?
Hmm? Oh, uh, I forget.
I think it leads to some part
of the Netherworld.
Better stay clear of it.
I'm gonna get stuff out of the way
so we have room to maneuver.
Hmm.
Can't hurt just to take a peek.
Whoa!
Uh. Ooh.
Huh.
Great place
for a door-to-door salesman.
Hey. Well, one of these doors
has to lead back to the attic.
-Zib zep blookert nib?
-Beedee.
Obviously bluffing.
Maybe this one.
Aah!
Well, it has to be one of these doors.
Doesn't it?
Nope. Nope. Not here.
Not this one. No.
Sabrina.
I'm sorry, Harvey.
I don't know where she went.
If I wait any longer,
we'll miss the science fair.
Why don't you go ahead,...
...and when Sabrina shows up
I'll tell her to meet you there.
Sounds good. Hmm.
Chester looks a little chubbier
than I remember him.
Hey!
Oh.
Come on, come on.
How do I get out of here?
Whoa. Are you a reflection?
No. Are you?
I really hate this place.
Aunt Hilda, get me out of here!
In this experiment,
uh, I am able to generate electricity...
...using just a potato and an accordion.
Oh, and this wire running
to that electric outlet.
Oh. Heh, heh, heh. Oh.
I see. And that makes you a nut-ball.
And what is your experiment,
young lady?
Well, Dr. Houston, I have made a clone
of my adorable dog, Ruby.
Say hello, Ruby.
Mm. Impressive. Very impressive.
And you did this cloning all by yourself?
Yes. All by myself.
Well, perhaps you could explain
your methodology.
Heh. My what?
How did you do it?
Well, uh, I, uh, stuck the dog
in this thingamajig...
...and, er, put some of this stuff in.
And, you know, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Yadda, yadda, yadda.
Yadda ya-ya. Thank you.
And what do we have here?
Uh, me and Sabrina-- She's my partner,
um, who isn't here right now.
We've been training Chester here.
We've given him a special diet...
...to make him super intelligent.
Watch. You'll see.
Heh, heh. Go on, little guy.
Heh. Go on. Heh, heh.
Eh, sometimes it takes him
a little while to get going.
Like, forever. That mouse is a big loser.
Just like Sabrina.
Loser? Oh, yeah?
We'll just see who's the loser.
Huh?
Huh?
Okay.
Sabrina? There you are.
Aunt Hilda.
Everyone's been looking for you.
I couldn't find my way out.
I must have tried a hundred doors.
There's a trick to it.
It's the door with the "exit" sign. Ha, ha.
Sabrina, where have you been?
Never mind that. Where's Harvey
and Sale-- I mean, Chester?
Well, he waited as long as he could.
Sabrina, are you in any kind of trouble?
Uh, no.
Because if you are,
you know I'm always here to help.
Yeah, I know.
Hey, is that a bald eagle in the backyard?
What? Where?
- Ah.
- Beware.
I don't have time for this.
Sheesh. You try to make things colorful.
Sabrina, where have you been?
I'm sorry. I just got, uh, stuck somewhere.
Is it over?
Yeah. And guess what?
We won first place.
We won? Really?
That's great, Harvey. That's really--
Uh, hey, where's the mouse?
That's the best part. Dr. Houston
was so impressed with Chester...
...that he asked if he could bring him
to the space center.
He even gave me 10 bucks for him.
Chester's gonna become
an astro mouse.
-What?
-Don't worry. Here's your 5.
They're sending Salem--
Uh, Chester into outer space?
Uh, well, yeah.
I-- Well, I thought you'd be happy.
You know, it's a big honor.
Is there a problem?
I, er, yes. We--
We bonded, Chester and me.
His whiskers, that tiny nose.
Gee, I'm sorry, Sabrina.
Harvey, you've just gotta help me
get him back.
Uh, sure, okay. But how?
Thanks for driving us to the space center.
Well, Sabrina, your new interest
in science is very encouraging.
I can't tell you how proud I am
that you won first place...
...without resorting to magic.
Yeah. Uh, thanks.
Ah. Here we are.
All right now. That's far enough.
State your business.
Yeah, we're here for the tour, officer.
Hey, are you sending an astronaut
into space today?
No. Not this trip.
You know, between you and me...
...those guys are just so much
window dressing, anyway.
Heck, huh, my Aunt Lulu could do that job
if you know what I mean. Ha, ha, ha.
Uh, officer, we're kind of in a hurry.
Now, you wanna go
where the real action is?
It's in security. That's my game.
Because I'm a guy
that likes living on the edge.
Want a doughnut?
Uh, suit yourself.
Anyway, all they're sending up today
is a bunch of lab animals.
You know, a dog, a chimp, mouse.
Huh.
Huh?
Heh, heh, heh. Hey, pal, you got any idea
what they plan to do with us? Heh, heh.
Okay. Thanks for the info.
You seem like a bright fellow.
You know what's going on?
Sorry, I-- I don't speak monkey.
Excellent. Very good.
Good, good.
You are in for quite an adventure,
my little friends.
It's not every animal
that gets to go into outer space.
Outer what? Heh. Wait. No way.
Help! I want out of here.
To your right
is the space preparation research facility...
...which includes the animal kennels.
Breathe deeply, kids.
You can almost smell the technology.
Kids?
Harvey,
do you know where we're going?
Me? I thought you knew.
Hey! Stop right there, you two.
Why, you.
Don't make me drop my doughnut.
Come back.
-Where are we?
-Don't ask me. Look for a light switch.
I found it.
Hey. Whoa.
Harvey, what did you touch?
Uh, I don't know.
This must be some kind
of anti-gravity chamber.
Well, duh.
Hey, hey. Hey, it's kind of fun. Try it.
Ya-ah! I can't stop!
-Try to grab hold of something.
-Aah!
Whoa.
10-4, silver eagle.
I'm in pursuit
of two unauthorized security breaches...
...last seen--
Hey, what fool left this thing on?
Hey!
Hey. All right, you alleged perpetrators,
out of there!
I think we've lost him.
And if you'll step this way...
...you'll see something truly fascinating.
Someone's coming.
Quick. In this closet.
This is a centrifugal g-force simulator.
Here, astronauts train for the crushing
gravity of the space launch. Watch.
Is it me, or is this closet moving?
Too bad Sabrina isn't here to see this.
She'd love it.
Now, if you'll come with me,
you'll get to see an actual space launch.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Aw.
-Ohh.
-Come on. We don't have much time.
No, but he has to be somewhere.
I mean, where could he be?
This is just awful.
I'm sorry. It's all my fault.
Hey. Over here.
If only he could signal us somehow.
Quigley! Quigley! Quigley!
Hmm.
Ow!
Please, sir. Don't taunt the animals.
There's a chance
they might not come back.
And we want them to enjoy
what little time they have left on Earth.
T minus two minutes und 10 seconds.
The doomed-- Uh, groomed animals
are being loaded into the capsule.
Sabrina, look.
Oh, no.
We've gotta get him out of there.
There's no time.
T minus two minutes und counting.
T minus 80, 79, 78....
Hold it.
We have a code 15 at the tarmac.
A code 15 is at the tarmac.
Hold countdown.
-They're holding the countdown.
-What's a code 15?
Who cares? This is our last chance.
Wait here.
But....
Yuck. I got two words for you, pal.
Breath mints, ungawa.
Excellent.
The code 15 is over.
Prepare to resume countdown.
T minus 60 seconds...
...59 seconds, 58, 57.
-Salem.
-Sabrina. Get me out of here.
Aha. Gotcha!
Thirty.
Sheesh. Wait until the last second,
why don't you?
- T minus 20.
- Huh?
- Nineteen.
- Yikes. Hold on, Salem.
Aah!
Huh?
Er, hi, Uncle Quigley.
Hmm. I'm waiting.
Sure. But first,
you have to do something for me.
-What?
-Duck!
We have a clean liftoff. All systems go.
-Huh?
-Repeat. All systems--
Uh, Houston, we have a problem.
Aah!
I just didn't have the heart
to tell you I'd used magic.
Oh, Sabrina.
You can always count on me
when you're in trouble, no matter what.
That's what I'm here for.
-Well, what could you have done?
-You'd be surprised.
What do you think
held up the countdown?
I don't know.
Something called a code 15.
Which I believe stands for
"man walking around without his pants."
Uncle Quig? You didn't!
I was never so embarrassed in all my life.
Ha, ha, ha.
You're the best.
And the next time I'm in trouble...
...I promise I will tell you about it.
Hey, wait. How did you know
the mouse was really Salem?
I sent him a cheese-gram.
Ha-ha-ha. Freaks.
Savage, we love you.
Cookie Jar.
Aah.
Whoa.
No!
Aah!
This next experiment
will test how long it takes Chester...
...to ride the scooter around
and get to the cheese.
Okay, Harvey, ready? And go.
Well, that didn't go very well, did it?
I don't understand it.
Chester should be a genius by now.
We've trained him for months,
fed him a special high-IQ diet.
And don't forget
all those mouse therapy sessions.
Well, we can still win.
The science fair isn't until tomorrow.
I don't know.
The competition looks pretty stiff.
- Well, well, well.
- Huh?
If it isn't my favorite rat wranglers.
Hi, Gem.
Oh, look at that.
You taught a mouse to eat cheese.
What a breakthrough.
You know, Gem,
we don't all have the money...
...to hire a team of German scientists
to do our project for us.
Oh, them?
They're just giving me a little hand
cloning my dog.
Face it, Spellman, that reject rat
doesn't stand a chance, and you know it.
Harvey, it's not too late
to come and join my exhibit.
We can share first prize.
No, I think I'll stick with Chester here.
Thanks anyway.
Winning isn't everything, Gem.
How would you know, Spellman?
You never win.
Uh, students, students.
Uh, may I have your attention
for a moment?
I've just received some exciting news.
The judge for tomorrow's
Greendale Science Fair...
...will be none other than
Professor Nate Houston. Ha, ha.
-Who?
-Who?
Professor Houston is the director
of the Greendale Space Center.
Greendale has a space center?
He is also guest lecturer
at the Greendale Public Library.
Greendale has a library?
Professor Houston
is a very important man...
...so I urge all of you to do your best.
Hmm. The only question is
where will I put the trophy when I win?
She's right, you know.
We don't stand a chance.
Don't you worry.
Chester will come through.
I've got one last test
I wanna put him through at home.
This should smarten him right up.
It's mouse brain food
I whipped up from some vitamins...
...and rodent hormones.
And now the ultimate test.
Ta-da.
Wow.
What exactly is it, Uncle Quigley?
It's a pneumatically-activated
balance-controlled maze for your mouse.
I figured Chester here isn't dumb,
he just needs a challenge.
You put all that together for Chester?
That is so cool.
Thanks. Uh, Harvey, can you run up
to the kitchen and get some cheese?
Hey, sure thing.
Well, now we know Harvey can do it.
That leaves the mouse.
Sabrina, I can't tell you
how proud I am of you.
You're embracing the world of science
instead of relying on magic.
Oh, that shows real maturity.
Thanks, Uncle Quig.
And thanks for building this nifty maze.
Hurl. Are we having
a warm moment here...
...or am I getting a hairball?
Now let's see what little Chester can do.
Look at him move.
Go, Chester, go!
All right!
Uncle Quigley, you're terrific.
We got ourselves a winner.
I'll be back in the morning,
and we'll head for the science fair.
We're gonna show the world that a mouse
can be just as smart as you and me. Ow.
Oh, brother.
Heh.
Does little mousy-wousy
like his foody-woody?
I think I'm gonna pukey-wukey.
Oh, stop it, Salem. You're just jealous
because Chester's getting attention.
- Sabrina.
- Huh?
It's time for bed.
Okay, Aunt Zelda.
Back in your cage, little fellow.
We're going upstairs.
Don't sweat it. I'll watch him for you.
You? I can't let you watch
over a mouse. You're a cat.
A cat? A cat?
Excuse me,
but I am most certainly not a cat.
You are speaking, half-witch,
to the proud product...
...of 20 generations of skilled warlocks.
A cat, indeed. Harumph.
-I-- I-- I'm sorry. I didn't mean--
-You should be.
Oh. Oh, all right.
You can watch Chester.
Just make sure he gets his sleep.
Morning, Chester.
Huh?
Oh, no! Salem!
Morning, witch.
Ooh, sorry.
Salem, you ate Chester!
Hey, what do you want from me?
I'm a cat, remember?
Oh, Salem, how could you?
Chester was more than just a mouse.
We bred him for grace
and wit and intelligence.
Well, if you'd bred him for speed,
he'd still be here.
Oh, my gosh.
Harvey's coming to pick us up any minute.
-Salem, you've gotta take Chester's place.
-Huh?
Excuse me?
Turn yourself into a mouse.
Ha. Oh, yeah. That'll happen.
Look, you got us into this mess.
You've gotta get us out.
Just for the science fair, please.
Get real. First, I was a warlock.
Then I got turned into a cat.
Now you want me to be a mouse?
I'm just zipping down the food chain,
aren't I?
Well, forget it.
Hmm.
Ah.
Yeah.
Oh, no.
Oh, no, you don't.
Don't even think it.
Huh?
From cat to mouse, he'll make the switch...
...and none can hear him but a witch.
Ha-ha-ha. Have fun.
Aah!
I suppose you think
this settles the argument.
Sorry, but it's your own fault.
And you better cooperate
at the science fair...
-...or I'll leave you this way.
-Oh, yeah?
I'm sure Quigley
will have something to say about this.
No one can hear you but me, Salem.
That's part of the spell.
Good morning, Sabrina.
All ready for the big event?
Uh, yeah, Uncle Quigley.
And how's our little exhibit?
Hey, there, Chester.
You know, he looks a little chubbier
than I remember.
Aah! Hey!
Morning, all.
What happened to you, Aunt Hilda?
Uh, Zelda's making me clean out
all my junk from the attic.
Can you be a doll
and give me a hand, Sabrina?
Uh, okay. But just for a little bit.
Harvey's picking me up
for the science fair soon.
Boy, what a collection of junk.
Watch your step, Sabrina.
Try not to bump into any-- Ow!
When you live 600 years, you tend
to accumulate a few knickknacks. Ha, ha.
What's this door for?
Hmm? Oh, uh, I forget.
I think it leads to some part
of the Netherworld.
Better stay clear of it.
I'm gonna get stuff out of the way
so we have room to maneuver.
Hmm.
Can't hurt just to take a peek.
Whoa!
Uh. Ooh.
Huh.
Great place
for a door-to-door salesman.
Hey. Well, one of these doors
has to lead back to the attic.
-Zib zep blookert nib?
-Beedee.
Obviously bluffing.
Maybe this one.
Aah!
Well, it has to be one of these doors.
Doesn't it?
Nope. Nope. Not here.
Not this one. No.
Sabrina.
I'm sorry, Harvey.
I don't know where she went.
If I wait any longer,
we'll miss the science fair.
Why don't you go ahead,...
...and when Sabrina shows up
I'll tell her to meet you there.
Sounds good. Hmm.
Chester looks a little chubbier
than I remember him.
Hey!
Oh.
Come on, come on.
How do I get out of here?
Whoa. Are you a reflection?
No. Are you?
I really hate this place.
Aunt Hilda, get me out of here!
In this experiment,
uh, I am able to generate electricity...
...using just a potato and an accordion.
Oh, and this wire running
to that electric outlet.
Oh. Heh, heh, heh. Oh.
I see. And that makes you a nut-ball.
And what is your experiment,
young lady?
Well, Dr. Houston, I have made a clone
of my adorable dog, Ruby.
Say hello, Ruby.
Mm. Impressive. Very impressive.
And you did this cloning all by yourself?
Yes. All by myself.
Well, perhaps you could explain
your methodology.
Heh. My what?
How did you do it?
Well, uh, I, uh, stuck the dog
in this thingamajig...
...and, er, put some of this stuff in.
And, you know, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Yadda, yadda, yadda.
Yadda ya-ya. Thank you.
And what do we have here?
Uh, me and Sabrina-- She's my partner,
um, who isn't here right now.
We've been training Chester here.
We've given him a special diet...
...to make him super intelligent.
Watch. You'll see.
Heh, heh. Go on, little guy.
Heh. Go on. Heh, heh.
Eh, sometimes it takes him
a little while to get going.
Like, forever. That mouse is a big loser.
Just like Sabrina.
Loser? Oh, yeah?
We'll just see who's the loser.
Huh?
Huh?
Okay.
Sabrina? There you are.
Aunt Hilda.
Everyone's been looking for you.
I couldn't find my way out.
I must have tried a hundred doors.
There's a trick to it.
It's the door with the "exit" sign. Ha, ha.
Sabrina, where have you been?
Never mind that. Where's Harvey
and Sale-- I mean, Chester?
Well, he waited as long as he could.
Sabrina, are you in any kind of trouble?
Uh, no.
Because if you are,
you know I'm always here to help.
Yeah, I know.
Hey, is that a bald eagle in the backyard?
What? Where?
- Ah.
- Beware.
I don't have time for this.
Sheesh. You try to make things colorful.
Sabrina, where have you been?
I'm sorry. I just got, uh, stuck somewhere.
Is it over?
Yeah. And guess what?
We won first place.
We won? Really?
That's great, Harvey. That's really--
Uh, hey, where's the mouse?
That's the best part. Dr. Houston
was so impressed with Chester...
...that he asked if he could bring him
to the space center.
He even gave me 10 bucks for him.
Chester's gonna become
an astro mouse.
-What?
-Don't worry. Here's your 5.
They're sending Salem--
Uh, Chester into outer space?
Uh, well, yeah.
I-- Well, I thought you'd be happy.
You know, it's a big honor.
Is there a problem?
I, er, yes. We--
We bonded, Chester and me.
His whiskers, that tiny nose.
Gee, I'm sorry, Sabrina.
Harvey, you've just gotta help me
get him back.
Uh, sure, okay. But how?
Thanks for driving us to the space center.
Well, Sabrina, your new interest
in science is very encouraging.
I can't tell you how proud I am
that you won first place...
...without resorting to magic.
Yeah. Uh, thanks.
Ah. Here we are.
All right now. That's far enough.
State your business.
Yeah, we're here for the tour, officer.
Hey, are you sending an astronaut
into space today?
No. Not this trip.
You know, between you and me...
...those guys are just so much
window dressing, anyway.
Heck, huh, my Aunt Lulu could do that job
if you know what I mean. Ha, ha, ha.
Uh, officer, we're kind of in a hurry.
Now, you wanna go
where the real action is?
It's in security. That's my game.
Because I'm a guy
that likes living on the edge.
Want a doughnut?
Uh, suit yourself.
Anyway, all they're sending up today
is a bunch of lab animals.
You know, a dog, a chimp, mouse.
Huh.
Huh?
Heh, heh, heh. Hey, pal, you got any idea
what they plan to do with us? Heh, heh.
Okay. Thanks for the info.
You seem like a bright fellow.
You know what's going on?
Sorry, I-- I don't speak monkey.
Excellent. Very good.
Good, good.
You are in for quite an adventure,
my little friends.
It's not every animal
that gets to go into outer space.
Outer what? Heh. Wait. No way.
Help! I want out of here.
To your right
is the space preparation research facility...
...which includes the animal kennels.
Breathe deeply, kids.
You can almost smell the technology.
Kids?
Harvey,
do you know where we're going?
Me? I thought you knew.
Hey! Stop right there, you two.
Why, you.
Don't make me drop my doughnut.
Come back.
-Where are we?
-Don't ask me. Look for a light switch.
I found it.
Hey. Whoa.
Harvey, what did you touch?
Uh, I don't know.
This must be some kind
of anti-gravity chamber.
Well, duh.
Hey, hey. Hey, it's kind of fun. Try it.
Ya-ah! I can't stop!
-Try to grab hold of something.
-Aah!
Whoa.
10-4, silver eagle.
I'm in pursuit
of two unauthorized security breaches...
...last seen--
Hey, what fool left this thing on?
Hey!
Hey. All right, you alleged perpetrators,
out of there!
I think we've lost him.
And if you'll step this way...
...you'll see something truly fascinating.
Someone's coming.
Quick. In this closet.
This is a centrifugal g-force simulator.
Here, astronauts train for the crushing
gravity of the space launch. Watch.
Is it me, or is this closet moving?
Too bad Sabrina isn't here to see this.
She'd love it.
Now, if you'll come with me,
you'll get to see an actual space launch.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Aw.
-Ohh.
-Come on. We don't have much time.
No, but he has to be somewhere.
I mean, where could he be?
This is just awful.
I'm sorry. It's all my fault.
Hey. Over here.
If only he could signal us somehow.
Quigley! Quigley! Quigley!
Hmm.
Ow!
Please, sir. Don't taunt the animals.
There's a chance
they might not come back.
And we want them to enjoy
what little time they have left on Earth.
T minus two minutes und 10 seconds.
The doomed-- Uh, groomed animals
are being loaded into the capsule.
Sabrina, look.
Oh, no.
We've gotta get him out of there.
There's no time.
T minus two minutes und counting.
T minus 80, 79, 78....
Hold it.
We have a code 15 at the tarmac.
A code 15 is at the tarmac.
Hold countdown.
-They're holding the countdown.
-What's a code 15?
Who cares? This is our last chance.
Wait here.
But....
Yuck. I got two words for you, pal.
Breath mints, ungawa.
Excellent.
The code 15 is over.
Prepare to resume countdown.
T minus 60 seconds...
...59 seconds, 58, 57.
-Salem.
-Sabrina. Get me out of here.
Aha. Gotcha!
Thirty.
Sheesh. Wait until the last second,
why don't you?
- T minus 20.
- Huh?
- Nineteen.
- Yikes. Hold on, Salem.
Aah!
Huh?
Er, hi, Uncle Quigley.
Hmm. I'm waiting.
Sure. But first,
you have to do something for me.
-What?
-Duck!
We have a clean liftoff. All systems go.
-Huh?
-Repeat. All systems--
Uh, Houston, we have a problem.
Aah!
I just didn't have the heart
to tell you I'd used magic.
Oh, Sabrina.
You can always count on me
when you're in trouble, no matter what.
That's what I'm here for.
-Well, what could you have done?
-You'd be surprised.
What do you think
held up the countdown?
I don't know.
Something called a code 15.
Which I believe stands for
"man walking around without his pants."
Uncle Quig? You didn't!
I was never so embarrassed in all my life.
Ha, ha, ha.
You're the best.
And the next time I'm in trouble...
...I promise I will tell you about it.
Hey, wait. How did you know
the mouse was really Salem?
I sent him a cheese-gram.
Ha-ha-ha. Freaks.
Savage, we love you.
Cookie Jar.