[upbeat music]
[all]
Ow, ow, ow!
Okay, if we can't agree on what
we're gonna do for our history
assignment,
can we at least agree on letting
go of each other's hair?
[all]
Ahh.
Aw, it's over.
I liked the "owing."
- Juice me, Lucy.
What if we do our assignment on
the Declaration of Independence?
Did they have
cool mustaches back then?
Why would that matter?
Because during our presentation,
I wanna wear a cool mustache
I can twirl
and say things like,
"Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
And I'm going to cook
a historically appropriate dish
to serve the class.
Happy tums
make happy chums.
- Yeah, well,
guess who's not happy.
This chum.
Why does Mr. Dexter always group
us together for class projects?
I thought
we moved past this.
- I'll tell you why!
- Apparently not.
[sighs]
He does it to torture me.
And what's with those gross
little white balls of stuff
in the corner of his mouth?
What is it?
Cream cheese?
Yogurt?
Toothpa--
Hey, Mr. Dexter.
Arm floaties, huh?
Going swimming?
I'm gonna fill them
with soda,
so I don't have to pay those
outrageous prices at the movies.
[slurping]
So swimming...
oh, yeah.
In savings!
Anyhoo, good luck
on your assignment.
And it's yogurt...
mostly.
Mwah-ha-ha-ha!
See? That would have
been so much better
if he had a mustache
to twirl.
Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!
[upbeat music]
♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na, hey! ♪
♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na ♪
[whistling melody]
♪ ♪
♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
[whistling melody]
♪ ♪
♪ Na na na na na-na ♪
♪ Na na na na na-na, hey! ♪
- ♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na na na na na-na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
[upbeat music]
So I'm sure you guys
haven't picked a topic
for your history assignment...
have you?
Of course we have!
We're doing Amelia Earhart's
flight over the Atlantic.
She had a lot
of determination, that one.
I like a gal with moxie.
So how'd you all agree?
I mean, did you just go
with what Natalie wanted to do?
What makes you think
they just do what I wanna do?
No reason.
[knuckles crack]
Actually,
we all decided together.
And my name's Natlee.
The "uh" is silent.
Okay.
Guys, this is not good.
Every group has decided
on their topic except us.
So I'm taking the lead.
We are doing the sewing
of the first American flag.
Slow your roll,
Betsy Boss.
I'm taking the lead.
- I'm taking the lead.
- I should be in charge.
- You guys, stop!
- I'm the oldest!
[all]
Ow!
Hey, kids, wait, wait--hey!
What is going on?
- Can't decide on a topic
for our stupid
history assignment.
- History's not stupid.
It's important.
- Yeah.
- You know the old saying--
"Those who fail to learn
from history are doomed to...
repeat it."
[all]
Those who fail to learn
from history are doomed to...
"Repeat it."
[all]
Those who fail to learn
from history
are doomed to...
"Repeat it."
[all]
Those who fail to learn
from history are doomed to...
- Repeat--
- Tom!
- What?
Don't you see
what's going on here?
Wh--
Okay, why don't you guys
do your report
on something
you have in common?
Like the store.
I mean, there's tons
of history right here.
Oh, in fact,
during the Gold Rush,
this building used to be
a bank and a saloon.
Mm-hmm.
Picture it, kids--
The year was...um--
1859.
1859!
It was the time
of the pilgrims.
It was
the old Wild West.
It was the time
of the old Wild West.
[Tom]
Gold miners would come
to the bank
to make their deposits,
then settle in
for a sassafras root beer,
perfectly slid to them
by a kindly barmaid,
enjoy a nice hard candy,
some old-timey music,
which to them was new-timey,
and maybe even share a stick
of a good friend's licorice.
[snoring]
I got this.
- Wake up!
- Aah!
You're welcome.
Come on.
There's learning to do.
Follow us.
I bet you also didn't know
that our office
used to be a bank vault,
and it was the site
of the downfall
of a notorious gang.
They were known
as the Sugar Beet Gang.
Maybe you should do
your assignment on them.
[Dicky]
Wait--you really want us
to do our report
on the least cool-sounding
gang ever?
This wouldn't be happening
if you would have just let me
be in charge.
I should have been
in charge.
- Yeah, right!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Again with the arguing?
When are you kids gonna
learn to work together?
Your father's right.
You're staying in here
until you figure
something out.
Your mother's right.
I am right.
Now, get to work.
[whistling]
Wait--did you just
lock them in?
Oh, don't worry, Anne.
I have the combination...
in my wallet.
How are you gonna
find it in this mess?
I...have a system.
I just need to find
the piece of paper
I wrote the system on.
Listen, I don't wanna
be in here all day,
so we might as well see what
this so-called gang is about.
Eew! All these words are
coming off on my hands.
Why did they used to make
the internet out of paper?
Huh. It says here they were
called, "The Sugar Beet Gang"
because they chewed
on sugar beets,
which gave them
horrible, rotted teeth.
Oh, and look!
They were siblings!
And their last name
was Harper.
You think they could be
related to us?
Well, their names were
Nikko, Rikko, Dikko, and Deb.
So I'm thinking...
perhaps.
- And according to my hand,
they were also
"bank sobbers."
Why would they cry
in a bank?
It's robbers, Dicky.
They were bank robbers!
You can say it
as loud as you want,
but that still doesn't
explain the crying.
- And their first and only
bank robbery
happened right here.
[ragtime piano music]
♪ ♪
- What are you doing?
- Stop it!
Nikko, Rikko, Dikko,
quit your horseplay!
Sorry, Pa.
Lookin' awful purdy today,
Maebel.
You sayin'
I don't look purdy, Dikko?
[knuckles crack]
No, no, you're purdy too,
Natabel!
Hey, Ma, Pa,
can you get us some real candy
like all them other kids?
Now, Deb, you know money
don't grow on trees.
But as farmers,
if it did,
we'd sure as heck plant some.
And you know me and Pa's
been saving up
to buy
some new farmin' tools.
I wish we was rich.
Well, we ain't,
so go on now
and eat up on them sugar beets
we done grew for ya.
[kids groaning]
I got this.
Eat your beets!
You're welcome.
[spits]
[clang]
Oops.
That there was another tooth!
Yee-haw! That means
I got the most left.
I'm winning by a tooth!
[clang]
[all]
Aw!
Look here, Lil Squershy
lost his first tooth.
[laughs]
That's the sheriff!
Why does he always have that
white stuff in his mustache?
What is it, buttermilk?
Porridge, tapioca?
Well, well, well!
If it isn't the Harpers
and their toothless sugar brats!
[goat bleating]
Quit your complaining, Suzie!
I'll be right out!
Are you riding a goat,
Sheriff?
Well, she's a loaner.
My horse is in the shop.
[bleating]
She's awful mouthy
for a loaner, though.
And it's goat's milk...
mostly.
Out of my way,
you filthy Harpers!
Let someone
with a real deposit through!
I just struck gold!
A-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi!
See all that gold?
Sure do.
Come here, y'all.
Y'all thinking
what I'm thinking?
Well, if you're thinking
what the clouds taste like,
then we're thinkin'
the same thinkin'.
No, I ain't!
I'm thinkin' we steal
that gold
and get Ma and Pa the farm tools
they been wanting.
All right, but if there's
anything left over,
we're getting us
a hot air balloon
and doing us
some cloud tastin'!
Oh, so they weren't
bad kids.
They just wanted
to help their parents.
What happened next?
Yeah, I never thought
I'd say this, but...
keep reading!
Okay...
Oh, man, when we get
that gold,
I'm gonna buy me
one of them sassafras floats.
All right.
I'll add it to the list.
Farm tools, cloud tasting,
sassafras.
Anything else?
I could use some new boots.
Me too.
Same here.
Sorry to interrupt
the toe-down,
but get your toes down.
I been busy making a map.
We just need to figure out
how to get
from here to here
without anyone noticing.
What if I fire up a batch
of my spicy three-bean chili,
chow it down,
and blow everyone outta here?
Where are we gonna get
our hands on three beans?
I mean,
you got two, at best.
Then add a third bean
to the list!
Stop spending bean money
you ain't got yet!
[overlapping chatter]
Oh, would y'all just hush?
Everyone's lookin'!
Hey...
that gives me an idea.
Come on over for one
of our circle gatherings.
All right.
We're gonna sneak Nikko
into that there vault.
All we need to do
is create a distraction.
And I know just how
to do it.
Candy saloon fight!
[ragtime piano music]
♪ ♪
- Gi-gi-gi-gi!
[bleating]
[Dawn]
"Later that night,
with Nikko now in the vault,
"he was able to let
the others in,
so they could get away
with the gold."
- Our plan is working!
Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!
- The boy ain't wrong.
- Hmm.
[all]
Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Wow, Deb's plan worked.
Or did it?
According to this,
the sheriff busted them
in the bank that night
and the gold
was never found!
It could be buried
right here in the store!
[all]
Whoa!
And supposedly,
there's even a map!
Which means
we could be rich!
We gotta find that map!
"Expired coupon
for free yogurt from...
2003?"
They'll honor that.
Tom, did you find
the combination yet?
No, but good news!
I finally made it
through this wallet.
How is that good news?
Because it means
the combo's gotta be in...
this one!
You have two wallets?
You have 26 purses, Anne!
We've looked
everywhere.
There's no map--dang it!
It's the map!
And I'm in charge of it.
No, I knocked it out
from behind the plaque.
I should be in charge.
No, I should!
None of you even know
how to read a map.
You don't read a map.
You just look at it!
[all grunting]
Great! Now look
what you've done!
[thinking]
[gasps] I have the X!
If I find the treasure,
I could buy a year's supply
of sweater-vests!
Don't look suspicious.
[thinking]
I have the X!
I could buy hundreds of beans
for my chili!
Don't look suspicious.
[thinking] Those are Ricky
and Nicky's suspicious faces.
Maybe they know
I have the X.
Look natural.
[thinking] Dawn looks
really natural right now.
Oh, hey, I got the X!
Look as natural as Dawn.
So you guys wanna just leave
and not say why?
- Yep.
- Sure.
See ya.
You don't know
the combination,
and you have no idea
what you're doing.
Shh! I need quiet
so I can hear the clicks.
Oh! I hear something.
- Oh, oh!
[Tom, muffled]
Hmm. I guess it opens
from the inside.
[Anne, muffled]
Good to know.
[upbeat music]
So you guys wanna just go our
separate ways and not say why?
- Yep!
- Sure.
See ya!
[rapid old-timey music]
[beeping]
[sustained beep]
[hollow thunk]
Ohh.
[old-timey music resumes]
♪ ♪
[clattering]
♪ ♪
[thud, thump]
[groans]
Ah.
[grunts]
You guys had X's too, huh?
- Yeah.
Did you guys find
anything?
- No.
- No!
[all]
[gasp] Ricky!
Tom, did you finally
clean out your wallets
like we talked about?
Ha. It's no longer wallets,
Anne.
Papa Tom got it down
to just...
one.
So the only thing
you threw away
was your second wallet?
Oh, no, no, no, it's in there!
Huh?
Papa Tom found a way...
to fit one wallet...
inside the other.
Gah!
- Honey?
- Yeah.
- I say this with love...
- Mm-hmm.
But, um, I think
you have a wallet problem.
Pfft. I do not.
There's plenty of room
in this thing.
I can still fit a...
ton of stuff in here.
[creaking]
Papa Tom has a problem,
Anne.
- All right,
where's the gold?
We know you found it!
Look at him.
He's probably already buying
a sweater-vest
for every day of the year.
I bet it's cashmere!
First of all,
I wouldn't do cashmere.
I'd go
with a nice merino wool.
It doesn't pill,
and you don't have
to pay for dry cleaning.
Then again, if I found the gold,
I'd be rich,
and dry cleaning expenses
wouldn't matter.
So you're right, Nicky.
Cashmere.
So you did or didn't
find the gold?
Didn't. Otherwise,
I'd be ordering cashmere.
There was nothing
under my X,
so I came back
to do more research,
and I found out what went wrong
with the Sugar Beet Gang
the night of the robbery.
- All right, let's grab
the gold and git!
Hold up.
You ain't in charge.
Now, let's grab the gold
and git.
I just said that!
I said it better.
Come on, now,
let's just grab the gold
and git.
I said it the best.
The secret is to really
hit the "git."
You think you hit the git?
Watch me hit the git.
Let's grab the gold
and leave!
Oh.
I forgot the git.
You always forget
the git!
[overlapping yelling]
[thud]
Shh, shh!
Y'all hear that?
Someone's here!
- It's probably the sheriff.
- It's not the sheriff.
[goat bleats]
[all]
It's the sheriff!
Now we done it!
By all this arguing,
we wasted all our git-away time!
Hold up!
You ain't never gonna get past
that sheriff with all that gold.
We're gonna have to hide it
and come back for it later.
Here.
I say...
We hide it...here!
That's plumb crazy!
I say here.
Hogwash!
- Here's best.
- No, it ain't. Here.
You don't know what
you're talking about!
[overlapping arguing]
So that's why there's
four X's on the map.
Yeah, but how come
there was no gold
under any of them?
Maybe we're missing something.
Like what?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
This big giant X
in the middle!
- Whoa!
Guess without
all four pieces,
we would have never
found the gold!
And according to this,
it's buried right under...
Dad's desk!
Guys, in one second,
we could be rich.
Come on.
[all grunting]
[Dicky]
Oh, we did it!
- Finally.
- We're rich!
[upbeat music]
So this is what
we pulled out of the floor.
[class]
Whoa!
So how much gold was there?
Because you know the rule:
if you bring something in,
there needs to be enough
for everybody.
Everybody.
There was no gold,
Mae.
[class]
Aw!
Oh.
So if there was no gold,
what did you find?
This.
Dried-up sugar beets.
[class]
Eew!
Is this going somewhere,
Harpers?
Yeah. What happened
to the real treasure?
Turns out
the Sugar Beet Gang
weren't the only ones
after the gold that night.
[overlapping shouting]
Just wait a minute!
All this fussin'
is for nussin'!
Did she just say "nussin'"?
She meant nothin',
but she ain't got no teeth left.
These X's ain't no good.
They're all out
where the sheriff is.
Here.
Sometimes the most obvious place
is the best.
Get in there.
[grunts]
And now for the map...
And we hide it...
here!
All right, now,
let's hightail it outta here!
- Hold it right there,
Sugar Brats!
You ain't gonna arrest us,
are you, Sheriff?
So not only did the sheriff
take their gold,
but he locked
the Sugar Beet Gang up for good.
But they would have
gotten away with it
if it wasn't
for all their fighting.
That was their downfall.
And it was almost ours too.
But we stopped
all our fussin' over nussin',
and the four of us got together
to finish our project.
And for the first time
in history,
I actually enjoyed
learning about history.
We all did.
I guess the old saying
is true.
"Those who fail to learn
from history are doomed to...
[all]
Repeat it."
[class]
Those who fail to learn
from history are doomed to...
[all]
"Repeat it."
[class]
Those who fail to learn
from history
are doomed to...
[all]
"Repeat it!"
[class]
Those who fail to learn
from history
are doomed to...
[all]
"Repeat it!"
[class shouting]
Those who fail to learn
from history are doomed to...
[all]
"Repeat it!"
[class]
Those who fail to learn
from history...
♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na ♪
♪ 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! ♪