- Hi, I'm Ricky Harper,
and I'm here floating in space
to show you
how qualified I am
for the Rocket Science
Industries'
Junior Astronaut Program.
- Space alien attack!
- Stop it.
You're ruining my application.
- Uh-oh, must find
space fire hydrant.
both: Asteroid attack!
[thudding]
- So as you can see,
not only can I survive
an alien and asteroid attack,
I can also survive the attack
of these annoying life-forms
known as my fellow quadruplets.
So choose me, Ricky Harper.
If anyone needs space...
it's me.
- [alien voice]
E.T. plug nose.
- Seriously, I'm begging you.
- Ew, space snot.
- Hey, hey, hey,
are those my snow boots?
- Yes.
- Eww, get your sweaty feet
out of them!
- It's not sweaty feet.
It's a condition called
"pedal hyperhidrosis."
It's just one of the ways
I process stress.
But don't worry, right now,
I'm perfectly calm.
[dripping]
Uh-oh.
[thud]
- Yeah, I don't see you
getting into the program.
- Oh, I'm getting in,
and I'm staying in because,
unlike you three
aimless drifters,
I have a plan for my life.
- Yeah, well, I have
a plan for my life.
It starts with eating
a pastrami sandwich for lunch.
- Well, Mae and I plan
to eat pastrami all week,
since she's staying with us
while her parents are away.
- My plan is
to never have a plan.
Like, earlier, when I saw
that pastrami in the fridge,
I didn't plan
on eating it all.
I just did.
- Well, while you drifters
are focused on cured meats,
I'm going to make
something of my life.
Mae, let's go edit that video.
- I may have sent it
right after you fell.
- What do you mean
by "may," Mae?
- I mean, I did, did.
- That's okay.
No sweat.
Ahh!
I have a condition!
[upbeat music]
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na,
na, na, na, na, na, ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪
[upbeat music]
- Why isn't Rocket Science
Industries getting back to me?
Maybe it's because
they didn't get my video.
- Or maybe it's because
they did.
- You're right.
Millions of kids probably
sent in videos.
Why am I special?
- You're not.
- Totally average.
- You're not even the best quad.
- No, this is where
you're supportive
and say the opposite
of those things.
- Well, I guess that just
wasn't part of our life plan.
- Yeah, we're just a bunch
of aimless drifters.
- Hey, pocket pastrami!
Nope, just pocket.
- Ugh, he's never
gonna email me.
[beep]
He just emailed me!
Lonny Tusk, the CEO
of Rocket Science Industries,
says he just landed in Denver,
and he's coming here!
- Actually, I'm already here.
- Ah!
Whoa, I--
I just got your email.
How'd you get here so fast?
Jetpack?
Hyper-loop?
Molecular restructuring
transporter?
- Maybe he forgot
to hit Send earlier.
- Dicky, he's Lonny Tusk,
the world's most brilliant
rocket scientist.
He didn't forget to hit Send.
- Dude, I totally
forgot to hit Send.
- Don't worry,
I do it all the time.
- Mm-hmm, anyway, Ricky,
I came to offer you
a space in my Junior Astronaut
Training Program.
- Yes!
- Along with your brothers
and sister.
- No!
- When I saw your video,
it gave me an idea.
We've put people in space,
monkeys in space.
We've even put
sea monkeys in space.
But never quadruplets.
- Quads in space?
Oh, no, you don't even want
to put us in a minivan together.
- He's right.
They made my dad quit car pool.
- No, this is perfect.
My new space module
requires four people to operate.
And what better four people
than you?
- Any four people.
- But you four are used to
operating in tight quarters.
You shared a womb.
- Uh, for a while,
but Dawn moved out, like,
two years ago
and got her own womb.
- And then there's that.
Look, Lonny, I've prepared.
I have a plan.
They don't.
They don't even
want to go to space.
- You guys wanna go to space?
- Yeah.
- Sounds fun.
- Why not?
- Ooh, "why not?"
Now, that's a great question.
You could learn a lot from him.
I got where I am today
by asking "why not?"
- Okay, why not...
just take me?
- Well, because
it's my spaceship,
and I want to take quadruplets.
So either get with the program
or you're not
getting in the program.
- I think you know
what you need to say.
- Why not?
- Yes, that's the spirit!
Oh, this is gonna be so cool.
I'm gonna shoot you guys
into space.
- Well if we're going to space,
we better practice our moonwalk.
- Are you sure
the question isn't "why?"
- Yep, it's definitely
"why not?"
[laughs]
Ooh, ooh!
- Ooh!
- Nice!
♪ ♪
- Whoa!
This place looks exactly
like I thought it would.
They even have models
of all the planets.
- Dude, those are
just exercise balls.
- This is a high-tech
training facility
designed by the world's leading
innovator in space exploration.
They're not exercise balls.
- Dude, they're totally
just exercise balls.
- Here, catch Uranus.
- Oof!
- Tom, why are we letting
the kids go to space?
- Why not?
- I see where Dicky gets it.
- Oh, hey.
- We don't even let the kids
ride the bus by themselves.
- Don't worry, no one
goes into space
without being properly trained,
which is why your kids
will spend every other weekend
in this facility
until they're eighteen.
- You're gonna take our kids
away for two weekends a month?
What is that gonna cost us?
- It's free.
- Can you make it
three weekends a month?
- We're right here.
- No, no, we just wanna
make sure you guys
are properly trained.
- Yeah, think about how hard
it's gonna be for us.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, all alone
in that big house...
- [sighs]
- No kids.
- No noise.
- No chaos.
- Mm.
- Don't worry.
Remember, I'm going
to be with you this weekend.
- Oh, yeah, right.
- Yay!
- All right, kids,
your parents have to go.
Say your good-byes.
[door creaks]
- I'm gonna miss you, Dawn.
- Yeah, me too,
but you better go.
They're not gonna wait for you.
- Don't worry, you'll see them
soon enough if you don't
qualify for the program.
- Wh--qualify?
I thought you wanted to send
quadruplets into space.
- I do--that's why
you're competing
against other quadruplets.
all: Hello, Harpers.
all: Hello, Kramdens.
- Hold on, Lonny
was just about to tell us
who our competition is.
Who is it?
[upbeat music]
- Oh, my God, I'm sorry, Mae.
I hate to interrupt you while
you're doing your homework,
but if you
wouldn't mind setting the--
Table.
- I did it already,
and my homework's done.
- Anne, someone stole
our trash cans
right out of the driveway!
- No, Mr. Harper,
I put them on the street.
Tomorrow's trash pickup.
- But I didn't have to
yell up the stairs four times
for you to do it.
- And I didn't have
to take away video games
so she'd set the table.
- Oh, I don't need to be told.
I see something
that needs doing,
I just do it.
- She just does stuff!
[clunk]
- What is she doing now?
- It sounds like laundry.
- Where should I put
all this clean, folded laundry?
♪ ♪
- We are rocking
these jumpsuits.
- I think mine's broken.
This is how high
I normally jump.
- Dicky, focus.
The suits don't matter.
All that matters now
is we beat the Kramdens.
They always get the best of us.
But them beating us is
not in my plan.
all: Hello, Harpers.
all: Ahh!
- Hey, they have really cool
nicknames on their suits now.
- It doesn't matter.
- Hello, Maverick.
- Rocky.
- Jazz.
- Ice.
- Really cool nicknames.
- It still doesn't matter.
- Well, how come
they get nicknames?
- Oh, right.
All astronauts
have cool nicknames.
Let's see, you're
One, Two, Three, Four.
- Nice.
- Hey, that--that doesn't
make any sense.
Why am I Number Two?
all: [giggle]
- You're Number Two.
- Well, we're gonna be
number one once we
kick your little butts.
- We were more scared
when we thought we were
going up against sea monkeys.
- Yeah.
- You took our commercial,
you took our quad goals hashtag,
but you will not
take space from us.
- Yeah, you heard Number Two.
all: [giggling]
Number Two.
- That means poop.
- It does.
♪ ♪
[upbeat music]
- Okay, your first challenge
is an easy one.
You're cruising toward Mars,
and you hit an asteroid.
- Nice driving, Ricky.
- It causes a fire
in the hydrogen fuel system,
and the only way to put it out
is with water from your galley.
- That should be easy.
- Not if you're dizzy and
spinning out of control.
- Yeah, thanks again, Ricky.
- So spin yourselves
on these posts.
And put out
your burning fuel systems.
- What burning fuel systems?
- Those burning fuel systems.
And go!
- I got it!
I--I--
I don't got it.
- Here, let me.
I got it, I got it--oh!
- Oh!
- I don't have it.
- Wait, I have an idea.
- Don't have time!
- But I--
- Just--just go!
- This is dumb.
- Drinking the water?
That's your big idea?
- Brilliant!
- Genius!
- How dizzy are you guys?
- Nice job, Harpers.
all: Yes!
- Too bad the Kramdens put out
their fire five seconds ago.
- Yes, yes!
- Whoo!
all: Kramdens.
- If you would've listened
to Dicky the first time,
you might've won.
all: Ricky.
- Me!
- That's some outside-the-box
thinking, Four.
Just like my bees.
- Bees think outside the box?
- That's right, Number Two.
That's why I keep them here,
to inspire me.
See, bees' roly-poly bodies
are not designed to fly.
But they don't
let "why" stop them.
Somewhere along the way,
an out-of-the-box thinking bee
decided to turn its wings
on its axis,
creating a helicopter effect,
and up it went.
- Huh, fascinating.
Hey, could I change my nickname?
Like, what about Bee-Man?
- Bee-Man?
I like it.
Eh, it's too long though.
I'm gonna call you BM for short.
all: BM.
- BM is another word
for number two.
- I know what it means.
- Okay, for your next challenge,
there's been an oxygen breach
in the main cabin.
You have a rope, a plunger,
a twelve-pack of toilet paper,
a box of tacos, and a whistle.
You have to get to
the escape pod
without your feet
touching the beam.
First team to hit the button
at the escape pod wins.
Go!
- Okay.
- We need to strategize.
- I've been strategizing
my entire life for this moment.
Everything in that pile
has a purpose, and I know
exactly what it is.
Now grab a roll of toilet paper.
- Why?
- Because I don't know
about you,
but I like speed.
Plunge!
- Scooch!
- Whistle!
[whistle tweets]
- Plunge!
- Scooch!
- Whistle!
[whistle tweets]
- Is this what you call speed?
- Imagine how slow we'd be
if we didn't have these
ingenious toilet paper diapers.
Now plunge!
- Scooch!
- Whistle!
[whistle tweets]
I really don't see
the point of the whistle.
- I really don't see the point
of you saying "whistle."
I could just whistle
after "scooch."
- Well, it doesn't matter.
The only thing that matters
is that we're doing better
than the Kramdens.
- Look at them, they're frozen,
completely intimidated!
- Plunge!
- Scooch!
- Just to be clear, Lonny said
we had to get to the escape pod
without our feet
touching the beam.
- But he never said
we had to use it at all, did he?
both: Nope.
- And he didn't say we had to
use any of these items, right?
both: Nope.
- Then what the heck
are they doing?
- Plunge!
- Scooch!
- Whistle!
- I have no idea.
- Wait, we forgot the tacos.
- We have to go back.
[whistle tweets]
- Reverse whistle.
- Reverse scooch.
- Reverse plunge!
- Wait!
I ate the tacos.
- Plunge!
- What are you guys doing?
- Uh, winning.
- Don't you mean, "uh, losing?"
[buzz]
- But they--
You can't do that.
Lonny said we have to
use all of this stuff.
- Wait, did he?
- I don't think he did.
- First you crash us
into an asteroid and now this.
Nice job, Poop.
- It's BM.
♪ ♪
- Hey, Mae, whatcha doing?
- Well, I finished the closets,
so I was just
cleaning up Dawn's room
a little.
- If there's any room that needs
a cleaning, it's the boys' room.
- Oh, I did that too.
- Are you sure we can't
pay you an allowance?
- Oh, no, my parents say
it's important to learn
good habits early so you can
grow up to be
a responsible adult
and be prepared for the world.
- Your--your parents
taught you all that?
- Yeah, just like you
taught the quads.
- [laughs]
- Did you teach them that?
Because I know that I did not.
- Well, our kids aren't prepared
for the world at all,
and now we're about to send them
out of this world.
Not only have we failed them.
We have failed
the entire space program.
Come on.
- To save the kids?
- No, to save space!
♪ ♪
- Ricky, what are you doing?
We can still beat the Kramdens.
We can still go to space.
This isn't over yet.
- It is for me.
All of my planning,
all of my dreaming,
for what?
I'm a complete loser.
- You're not a complete loser.
- I'm standing in a puddle
of my own foot sweat
and wearing
a toilet paper diaper.
- He said you're not
a complete loser.
- If I'm not gonna go to space,
what am I gonna do with my life?
- You can't give up.
You just need to learn
to be less Ricky
and think outside the box.
- I thought I was thinking
outside the box.
Do I need to be further
outside the box?
Those bees are inside a box.
Should I let them
outside of their box?
Is that thinking far enough
outside the box?
- No, that would just be stupid.
- Everything I've ever learned
in my life tells me those bees
should stay inside that box,
which can only mean one thing.
I have to set them free.
- What are you doing?
- Get outside the box!
[all screaming]
Get back inside the box!
[buzzing]
We'll be safe in here.
[buzzing]
- Ah, it's followed us in here!
- Ah, uh, quick, here!
[buzzing]
- Ah, it's in here too!
[buzzing]
- I'll get it.
Oh.
[alarm blares]
Hey, it's like a disco.
[mimics disco music]
- Ready for launch in ten,
nine, eight, seven...
- Wait, launch?
Launch what?
- We're going into space!
- Relax, we're probably in just
some kind of simulator.
- One, blast off.
[engines roaring]
- Those simulated flames
look pretty real.
- Trust me, if this were real,
we'd have left the atmosphere
and be floating in zero gravity.
- Whoa.
- Whoa!
- Kind of like this.
- We're in space!
- Anybody else wish
they were still wearing
the toilet paper diapers?
[upbeat music]
- This is bad.
- I don't know, this floating
thing's pretty cool.
- Yeah, it would be cool
if we weren't in space!
What are we gonna do?
- We're not gonna worry.
Here, Ricky knows stuff.
Ricky, we need your help.
- Why?
I don't know stuff.
I know nothing.
I'm an aimless drifter.
- Come in, Harpers,
this is Mission Control.
Do you read?
- Great, even in space
they make you read.
- We're here.
We read you.
- How do we get home?
- Everybody calm down.
There's nothing to worry about.
[buzzing]
- Uh-oh, there's another
bee in here.
- I got it this time.
- Okay, the first thing
you need to know is that--
[clang]
all: Ricky!
- Me!
- Oh, great, main communications
are out.
- Epstein, get the back-up
com link online.
- Sorry to interrupt you,
Mr. Tusk.
We were just wanting
to check in on our kids.
- We have video,
still working on audio.
- Well, you can see
for yourself.
- Our kids are in space?
- They're not in space.
They're in a space simulator.
- Well, that's a relief.
- A very expensive
space simulator
they're breaking more
and more by the second.
- I'm sorry, Mr. Tusk,
this is all out fault.
- Maybe you should
get them out of there
before they break anything else.
- Yeah.
- Too late.
- Oh, not the cup holders!
- Can't we just open the door?
- No, once the simulator
is activated, it can only
be deactivated from the inside
with a specific code.
- Well, so give them the code!
- As soon as Epstein
gets the back-up com link
online, I will.
- Well, hurry up, Epstein!
Oh, I am sorry, Epstein,
you do your thing.
- Relax, everything will be
fixed in a matter of seconds.
- Okay.
- Audio's back online.
They can hear us.
[buzzing]
- Ah, bee!
- Huh?
- Oh, ah, ah, nobody move,
nobody move.
- Ah!
[power down]
- Any chance you have a back-up
to the back-up, Epstein?
- Ah, um, I am allergic to bees.
- Oh, ooh!
- Any chance you have
a back-up Epstein?
- Okay, the only way
we'll get home is
if we reestablish
contact with Lonny.
- How are we gonna do that?
Ricky's gone full baby.
- I guess we're just gonna
have to do it ourselves.
Here, if I can just
reconnect these wires,
then...
But they won't reach.
- Ahh.
We just need something
that conducts electricity
that can bridge the connection.
- Too bad we don't have
a potato.
- Yes, a potato, like we learned
in science class.
That's the perfect
conductor of electricity.
- Oh, cool, I was just saying
I wish we had a potato.
- Well, we don't have a potato.
You know why?
'Cause we're in space!
- I'm the potato.
all: What?
- I'm the potato.
- Come on, you're only
at half Ricky.
We need you at full Ricky.
- The reason a potato
conducts electricity is because
it's full of moisture,
like my sweaty feet.
- Great, we can use your feet.
- Or, if you don't
want to electrocute me,
we can use my socks.
- I vote feet.
- [gags]
[crackling]
- Oh, oh, kids!
Kids, are you all right?
- Ricky, you did it!
- Ricky did it?
My hands are covered
in sock juice!
- Mom, Dad, we're okay.
I mean, we're in space,
but we're okay.
- Well, you're not in space.
You're just in a simulator.
- I touched Ricky's wet socks
for nothing?
- I have a condition!
- Now let me talk you through
getting yourselves
out of there.
First, flick
that blue toggle switch.
It'll turn off the zero gravity
simulation control.
- Wait, look at where we are.
You wanted to go
to space, Ricky.
And we're kind of already here.
So why not enjoy it?
- Why not?
Even though it's not real,
it's still beautiful.
- In the end,
you did good, Ricky.
- We all did.
Maybe it's okay to not have
a life plan just yet.
Maybe it's okay to just drift
aimlessly for a little while.
- Well, I'm really
enjoying this view.
- [laughs]
all: Hello, Harpers.
all: Ahh!
[thud]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na na ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪