[upbeat music]
- Uh, hey, guys,
I got our sleeping bags.
Little help?
- Yes!
Oh, you're done, perfect.
Now we can practice for our
sleepover at the history museum.
- Practice sleeping?
I can do that
with my eyes closed.
- No, practice not sleeping.
This is finally our year
to go on the big class trip,
and something epic
always happens,
and if it happens
in the middle of the night,
I want to be awake so I can say,
"I was there when..."
- When what?
- It's a saying.
- That says what?
- That says we saw the epic
moment that became the stuff of
legend.
- When?
- It hasn't happened yet.
- Then how did we see it?
- We didn't,
but we're hoping to be there
when it happens.
- When what happens?
together: The epic moment!
- Like the year Nate Powell
got his pajamas stuck
on the saber tooth tiger--
oh, and pantsed himself
in front of everyone.
- Hey, I wonder
what's gonna happen this year.
- Oscar's always
sticking his head in stuff.
Maybe he'll get it stuck
in something at the museum.
- Now why would you go
and stick your head in that?
- I just wanted
to see if it would fit.
[all laugh]
- That would be epic,
but nobody really
gets their head caught in stuff.
- Uh, guys?
Dicky.
- I just wanted
to see if it would fit.
- Turn your head the other way.
- Whoa.
- Well, time to not
get to sleep.
- Dawn, we're just
as excited as you are,
but don't you think it's better
to get as much rest as possible
before we go?
- He has a point.
Shouldn't you be doing the exact
opposite of what your plan is?
- Even I see the value
in a good night's sleep.
- You play like you train,
and you don't train
for a marathon
by sitting in a chair.
- I would.
- Sounds smart.
- I'm training right now.
- Fine, don't stay up,
but if this epic moment happens
while you guys are all asleep,
I'm not waking you.
- All right,
we'll stay up all night.
How hard could it be?
[both snoring]
- [grumbles]
- It's only been five minutes,
you wimps.
[upbeat music]
Well, well, well,
looks like I was the only one
to stay up last night.
[sneezes]
- Bless you.
[boys chuckle]
- What's so funny?
- Just that you
stayed up all night
and got yourself sick.
- And if you're sick,
there's no way Mom and Dad
will let you go on the trip.
- Oh, please.
I probably just caught a whiff
of your body spray.
- [sniffs]
[groans]
He is not wearing body spray.
- Well, one sneeze
doesn't mean I'm sick.
[sneezing]
- Bless you.
Bless you...
Bless you.
- Bless you.
- [sneezes]
- Bless you.
- Uh-oh.
[boys laugh]
[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]
♪ ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
♪ ♪
- ♪ 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! ♪
♪
- What're you doing?
- Sweating out the germs.
- I think you're
just making 'em angry.
- There.
I feel better already.
Also, I feel...
really dizzy.
- Well, look on the bright side,
at least we get
to go to the museum.
We'll tell you all about it.
[panting]
Okay,
if I can't kick it,
I'm gonna hide it.
Look, I am not missing
that epic moment.
Ricky, you have to help me
hide this from Mom and Dad.
- Why me?
- Well, we all know you've been
faking well for years
so you never have
to miss a day at school.
- Well, it is true
that my attendance is perfect.
Whoo-whoo!
But I'm sorry,
I've worked too long
and too hard mastering
my "faking well" techniques
to share them with you.
- Well, then I'm sorry
because you're gonna have
to miss the trip too.
- What do you mean?
I'm going.
- Not if you're sick.
- But I'm not sick.
- Yet.
I feel a very wet sneeze coming
with your name on it.
- Make it as wet as you want.
It won't matter.
I know how to fake being well.
- [sighs]
Fine.
I really didn't want
to have to do this, but...
I'm playing my Quad Card.
[all gasp]
- Yeah, that's right,
and as we all know,
when one of us plays their card,
the other three
have to do what we say,
no questions asked.
- You had your Quad Card
in your pajamas?
- No questions asked!
- Dawn, you only get
one Quad Card a year.
Are you sure this is
what you want to use it for?
- Question!
- Fine, then let the record show
that one Dawn Abigail Harper
has played her Quad Card
for the year
at 8:35 a.m. on this,
the fifth day of the month.
Nicky, did you get that?
- It is gotten.
- You had all that
in your pajamas?
- No questions asked.
[upbeat music]
- [grunts]
- [sneezes]
- Oh, bless you.
- How's it coming
with the drink?
- Welcome to
Ricky's Faking Well Seminar.
Step one:
Drink...
that.
- [groaning]
Ugh, what does that do?
- Makes us laugh.
[boys laugh]
- Now, real Step One...
- [groans]
- You need to master the art
of hiding your symptoms.
If you cough,
turn it into a laugh.
Like this...
[coughs]
[laughs]
Step Two:
If you sound stuffed up,
just pretend
you smell something bad
and blame it on Dicky.
- Oh, if it helps,
I can arrange it so you don't
have to pretend.
- Yeah, that's all right.
Thanks.
- Now, Step Three:
What you nee--
[all groan]
Aw, Dicky.
- What?
Just trying to help.
- Ugh, dude.
[upbeat music]
- Oh, hey, Mae's mom should be
here any minute to pick us up.
- Okay, but you still have
to get past the final step:
Mom's good-bye hug.
The trick is,
don't let her get in too tight.
- Yeah.
Aw, here comes the hugger.
- Aww, my little babies
are going
on their big overnight trip.
- Looks like she's bringing
her A-game.
- Yeah.
- Come here.
Come on.
Come on--hey, Dawn...
[grunts]
Okay, this is not a hug.
Come here.
This is a hug.
Mm.
Oh, you feel warm.
You're not getting sick,
are you?
- No.
- You sound a little congested.
- I'm fine.
Ugh, Dicky.
- Okay, you know, there is
a nasty bug going around.
I better take your temperature.
Here.
- [mumbles]
- You had that in your pocket?
- Yeah, that's why it's called
a ther-mom-eter.
[chuckles]
- Uh, Mom, you better double
check Dicky's overnight bag.
He could have forgotten
his underwear.
- Or he could have packed
only underwear.
- You never know
which way this guy's gonna go.
- You're right.
- What do we do?
- Put that in your mouth.
- No, I'm not getting sick.
- I'm not getting sick either.
[grunts]
[dog whimpers]
- Hmm, Dicky's actually got
a pretty good
underwear to clothes ration.
[thermometer beeps]
- [mouthing]
- Epic moment.
- Okay, let's take a look.
[clears throat]
Ah, normal...
[chuckles]
But you do have
a touch of puppy breath.
[upbeat music]
- ♪ La la la la la ♪
♪ La la la la la la ♪
- This is it, guys.
[sniffles]
[sighs]
We've been dreaming
about this trip
since first grade.
- Hey, Harpers,
there's a contest to guess
who the epic moment
is gonna happen to.
You want in?
- Uh, of course we want in.
- Everybody's putting in
their best snacks.
Winner takes all.
- I'm in,
and I will be taking all.
- Oh, hey, who'd you guys pick?
- Oscar.
There's a lot of places
he could stick his head.
- I went with Mae and Molly.
They've been having
some drama lately.
It's been really bad.
I can't wait!
- All right, everyone,
here comes our tour guide,
so get with your buddies.
- Hey, everyone, I'm Pamela,
and I'd like to welcome you
to the history museum.
You know, I took this same trip
when I was your age.
[chuckles]
And now I work here.
- [singsong]
Epic moment here we come.
- Nothing can stop us now.
- [sneezes]
- Bless you.
- Who was that?
- No more "Bless yous."
If any of you are sick,
fess up now
so your parents
can come get you.
There's a nasty bug
that's going around,
and my Gram-Gram's 90th birthday
is coming up,
and I will not miss it.
She's having a petting zoo.
[sniffing]
I smell puppy breath.
- [sniffles]
- Well, well, well,
guess who's "snot" staying here.
You...gone.
- That was close.
- How am I gonna hide
how sick I am from him?
[sneezes]
And everyone else?
- Sorry, Dawn,
we helped you get here, but...
you're on your own now.
- At least we're not gonna miss
the epic moment.
- [sneezes]
- [coughs]
- [sniffles]
- Well, looks like I'm not
on my own anymore.
[laughs]
[coughs]
[laughs]
Jokes.
[sighs]
[upbeat music]
[all coughing]
- Ow.
- Great, now you got us sick.
What're we gonna do?
- Ugh, my nose hole is running.
together: Mine too.
- This is hopeless.
Now that we're all sick,
there's no way we'll ever
be able to hide it
from Principal Tarian.
I mean, look at him.
- Ha!
[snaps and claps]
What do we have here?
An orange, huh, Natlee?
Need a little extra vitamin C
for something?
Like, perhaps... a cold?
- No, I'm just really
into citrus right now.
- See, I can't take
this pressure.
We should just tell him
the truth.
- No, I didn't play my Quad Card
just to get "gone'd."
- Ah, great, now my
other nose hole is running.
[sniffles]
- Dawn's right.
We're not gonna let
a little sniffling, sneezing,
coughing, body aches,
chills, fever,
nausea, stuffy head--
[coughing and hacking]
[gulps]
[gasps]
And whatever that was...
keep us from seeing
the epic moment.
- Which is about to happen.
It's showtime.
- Ugh, seriously?
- What?
- First, you started wearing
sparkle bracelets,
like I do,
then it was bedazzled barrettes,
like I do,
and now you're
wearing cat shirts?
Huh, I wonder where you got
that idea?
Oh, right...
me!
all: Ooh!
- Reow.
- Everybody knows cat shirts
are my thing, Molly.
- You can't be
the only one in the world
who gets to wear cat shirts,
Mae.
all: Ooh!
- Oh, my gosh.
Your shirt says,
"You've gotta be 'kitten' me."
- Aww, and yours says,
"Leave 'meow-t' of it."
I love it.
- I love yours.
- Cat shirt twins forever?
both: Aww.
all: Aww.
- Aww, I used to have friends.
Speaking of things
that don't exist anymore,
let's go check out the mastodon.
- Is it too late
to change my pick
to the tour guide?
- For the last time, Oscar,
nothing comes to life
in the museum after dark.
- You don't look so good.
- I get it.
You don't like sweater-vests.
- No, dude, your face.
It's, like, gray and wet.
- Well, yours is taupe
and pasty.
- Would you listen
to yourselves?
- Can't.
My left ear is ringing.
- Okay, enough.
Do I feel and look terrible?
Yes.
- Horrible.
- Worse than ever.
- Goblin.
- Hey.
- But do you see me complaining?
No, and why?
- Because you don't have
to look at you.
- Okay, everybody,
stop answering me.
- There's a BOGO on snow globes.
- She's gonna hit
the rare vases.
The epic moment we've all been
waiting for is about to go down.
- Vitamin C, pump the breaks!
[boots scratching]
all: Aww.
- Really?
- This epic moment
better happen soon.
Before...
- [sneezes]
- That.
- [sneezes]
- And that.
[sneezes]
[groaning]
And that.
- No, no, wait--
[sputters]
- Oh, no, here comes
Principal Tarian.
- All right, who's the sneezer?
- I didn't hear anything.
- I'm pretty sure it's
the guy covered in tissues.
- I distinctly heard
three sneezes.
"Achoo, achoo, achoo."
- Oh, that.
That was just us
making train sounds.
- Yes, all aboard
the Museum Fun Train.
together: Choo choo choo!
- Well, I appreciate
your enthusiasm
for both museums
and rail travel.
Carry on.
- Okay, guys,
that was too close.
We can't risk getting--
[sneezes]
together: Choo choo!
- [sneezes]
together: Choo choo!
- Whoo-whoo!
- [sneezes]
together: Choo choo!
- [sneezes]
together: Choo choo!
- [sneezes]
together: Choo choo.
- [sneezes]
together: Choo choo.
- We can sneeze in there.
- Yeah.
- [sneezes]
- Choo...
both: Choo.
[sneezes]
together: Choo choo.
- Well, this place
looks soundproof.
Guess we can sneeze all we want.
[all sneezing]
- All right, is everyone done?
- I am.
- Me too.
- I'm empty.
- All right.
Let's go catch up
with the group.
- Wait, where'd the door go?
- It was right here.
- There's gonna be
a doorknob here somewhere.
- There better be.
Otherwise we're trapped in here.
- Okay, hold on.
I'll just call Mae
to come let us out.
If I had any signal.
- Of course, there's no signal.
We're in caveman times.
- All right, everyone,
stand back.
I got this.
Ah...
Whoa.
Those are real rocks.
- I can't believe this.
After all we've done
to get here,
now we're going to miss
the epic moment.
- [sighs]
Well, none of this would have
happened if we'd just
admitted we were sick
and let Principal Tarian
"gone" us.
- No, none of this
would have happened,
if Dawn didn't get us all sick.
- Well, it's not my fault
somebody shut the un-findable
door.
- Well, it's not my fault.
- It's not my fault.
- Well, somebody needs
to be blamed!
- Then I blame you!
- And I blame you!
- And I blame you.
- And I blame all of you.
[all grunting
and shouting at once]
[all breathing heavy]
- [groans]
Me sick.
- Me sicker.
- Me sickest.
- Not...
a contest.
[all shivering]
- So cold.
- Fire...
- Huh.
- Fake.
- Here.
[all breathing heavy]
- [grunts]
- [sighs]
- Uh-oh.
Hide.
- Too late.
[grunts]
- Must stand upright.
[all grunting]
Be...cavemen.
- There's Mae.
She can help.
I need to get her attention.
- I got this.
[grunts]
- Did that cave boy just move?
- Are you seeing things, Mae?
'Cause if you're getting sick,
you're gone.
- [whispering]
Help us, Mae.
- Okay, now I'm pretty sure that
cave-girl just said,
"Hep bus smay."
- That's ridiculous.
That just sounds like someone
with a cold saying,
"Help us, Mae,"
and that wouldn't happen.
You know why?
'Cause they'd be gone.
That's the Harper Quads.
- I think he just said,
"Those look like
genuine cave people."
- Is it getting hot in here?
- [groaning]
I don't feel so good.
- Dawn doesn't look so good.
- I think I'm about to--
- I think she's about to--
- [gagging]
[vomiting]
[all scream]
- [gagging]
- No, no, no, please.
- [vomiting]
[all scream]
- [gagging]
[all scream]
- Oh, my goodness.
- Why do we keep looking?
- I don't know.
[all mouthing]
[all scream]
- That's it!
[mouthing]
- If I understood
him correctly...
you guys are in big trouble.
- Bye, guys.
- Yeah, have fun without us.
- Can't believe we're gonna
miss this year's epic moment.
- What do you mean?
You were the epic moment.
- We were?
- Yeah.
- Totally.
- Duh.
- Of course.
- I mean, you guys are
the Hurling Harpers.
[boys fake vomit]
[all laugh]
- So, who had the Harper Quads
in the contest?
- That would be me.
- What? Mae, you had us?
How could you?
- How could I not?
I mean, I love you guys,
but...
have you met you?
- She does have a point.
- Now everybody pay up.
Your best snacks,
let's go.
Hummus?
Really, Molly?
- Guess we have to pay up,
too.
- Uh-uh.
I don't want your germs.
I'd rather eat Molly's hummus.
Ugh.
- Well,
at least we get to say...
"We were there when."
- When what?
- When we became
the Hurling Harpers.
- The stuff of legend.
[all coughing and hacking]
- Okay, come on.
[dog sneezes]
- I wonder how
Squishy got sick.
- ♪ Oh-oh oh-oh ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪