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MAX: It's gonna be so cool.

It's called an immersive design experience.

See, if you want to design inventions

that help solve real problems for people,

the best way is to see what it's like in their shoes.

HELEN: Makes sense.

CHELSEA: Who are you inventing for?

Nurses? Lawyers?

Beekeepers? MAX: Astronauts.

We've got a biodome from Noodles' Uncle and everything.

We can put it on the lawn!

BRYAN: This sounds like fun.

When I was a kid, my brother and I used to camp out

on our front lawn. We'd read comic books,

listen to tunes...

MAX: This isn't camping. It's a habitat survival module.

BRYAN: Yeah, it's just like a tent, right?

MAX: No, it's an IPH, "inflatable pod habitat,"

and it's way harder than camping, Dad.

We're simulating a NASA mission on Mars for 48 hours.

BRYAN: You gonna roast marshmallows?

MAX: It's Mars!

That would eat up our oxygen and suffocate us.

HELEN: Okay, but 48 hours?

That seems long.

MAX: And the coolest part is we're recording the whole

simulation to send it to NASA.

HELEN: So let me get this straight.

You and your friends are gonna imprison yourself in a space‐pod

on the front lawn for two days for NASA?

MAX: Yeah, pretty much.

CHELSEA: So, I wasn't allowed to go to a beach party

last week, but Max is going to Mars?

HELEN: Pretending to go to Mars.

You're welcome to pretend to go to a party.

CHELSEA: Thanks.

BRYAN: You guys gonna tell ghost stories?

HELEN: Okay, do you still think that this is camping?

Really?

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MAX: Hi NASA! We're Smashable.

We'll be spending 48 hours in this habitat module

to simulate a real Mars mission,

and to stimulate new space inventions!

ALICIA: I can't wait!

NASA simulations run for weeks sometimes,

so I'm sure we can handle 48 hours no problem.

Plus, I've thought about growing up

to be an astronaut for a long time.

Or a robotics engineer who astronauts as a hobby.

KAYLYN: Sure, I'd definitely rather sleep in my own bed

with my own memory foam pillow,

but "invented something NASA used in a mission"

is GOAT‐level resume material.

NOODLES: I'm just pumped to get in there and invent

cool stuff with my friends.

The only way it could go wrong

is if it's so fun that we never leave,

and we live the rest of our lives in the module

and become strange pod people.

MAX: So, mission control, are you ready?

ZEKE: Mission control status, alpha, oscar, kilo.

MAX: I don't know what does that means.

ZEKE: It means we're A‐okay, good to go.

Check it out. MAX: Whoa, cool!

What is all this? ZEKE: Nothing.

Just my screensaver.

MAX: Is that Solitaire?

ZEKE: That's... classified.

ZEKE: Everyone knows Mission Control are the real heroes.

HELEN: Wow!

Max really undersold how big this thing is.

BRYAN: Yeah! It's massive.

It's... it's huge.

HELEN: It's an eyesore.

But, hey, with Chelsea staying at her friend's tonight,

that makes us empty‐nesters!

BRYAN: Oh... Uh, sort of.

Zeke's staying over. HELEN: Oh.

BRYAN: Ah, but he insists he's "totally self‐sufficient."

HELEN: Okay, so we're empty‐nesters

with a neighbour's child staying over.

BRYAN: Yeah, but close enough.

What do you want to do? Do you want a date night?

You want a movie night?

You want a "catch up on our sleep" night?

HELEN: Ooh, that sounds so good,

but we still haven't paid our taxes

and sorted out our bills, and I need to do laundry.

Yeah, this shirt is Chelsea's.

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ALICIA: Wow, this place is amazing!

UNCLE EDDIE: Pretty cool, huh?

KAYLYN: I feel like I could honestly live in here.

NOODLES: See? It begins.

Pod people.

UNCLE EDDIE: The pressure gauge has to be in the green.

Green is for "good," red is for "ruh‐oh!"

ALICIA: Simple enough.

UNCLE EDDIE: Oh, and if the temperature gauge

gives you trouble, give it a smack it.

Works every time.

NOODLES: Thanks for letting us use this thing, Uncle Eddie.

UNCLE EDDIE: Thank the Scandinavian Space Alliance.

KAYLYN: Never heard of 'em.

UNCLE EDDIE: The SSA's goal was to put a monkey

into space by 2004, but they closed down

after public excitement over space monkeys cooled.

NOODLES: That's a shame.

UNCLE EDDIE: Anyway, good luck, kids, and have fun.

NOODLES: Thanks!

Uh, before we begin, should we confirm radio contact?

MAX: Houston, Mars Team is a go.

Over.

ZEKE: Status lights are green as grapes over here, Mars team.

Over.

MAX: Alright, everyone, the simulation has begun.

Welcome to Mars.

ALICIA: I'm starting the clock.

KAYLYN: What's that smell?

NOODLES: Oh, shoot. I forgot my shoes.

I'll just go grab them real quick.

MAX: Uh, no. You can't leave.

We just sealed the door.

NOODLES: I know, but it's only been like 10 seconds.

It doesn't count.

ALICIA: That's not how it works!

At NASA, the door closes and that's it.

MAX: Imagine we're on Mars now.

If that door opens, we're dead.

NOODLES: Okay, no shoes.

But I can't be held accountable for the consequences.

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MAX: In any mission, it's key to check

your supplies and make a plan.

So we started with our most vital supplies:

food and water.

MAX: Pancake mix?

NOODLES: Not just any pancake mix.

Double fibre with extra flax.

KAYLYN: But we have no way to cook them.

NOODLES: Now, that, I had not considered.

ALICIA: Is there anything else?

NOODLES: Why would we need anything else?

All pancakes all weekend was a solid plan.

MAX: We'll think of something.

Kaylyn, what do we have in terms of water?

KAYLYN: Wait, I was supposed to bring water for everyone?

MAX: Wasn't that clear?

KAYLYN: Your text said "bring water."

I thought it was just, like, a general reminder.

MAX: Are you kidding?

KAYLYN: Well, I do have a really big bottle

of vitamin‐infused water.

NOODLES: Ooh, what flavor?

KAYLYN: Ah, grapefruit.

NOODLES: Unbelievable.

NOODLES: I'm not mad about the water, but grapefruit?

There are so many better flavors.

Uh, strawberry‐kiwi, dragonfruit, kiwi‐mango,

mixed berry, triple kiwi eruption...

MAX: Okay, well, this is a crisis.

If this was a real Mars mission, we'd be in trouble.

ALICIA: If this were a real Mars mission,

it seems unlikely NASA would forget to pack food and water.

KAYLYN: So, should we just call this off?

MAX: We set out to go 48 hours.

Think how great it'll be if we succeed!

ALICIA: He's right.

The whole point is to innovate our way out of trouble.

MAX: Who's with me?

ALICIA: I'm in.

NOODLES: I had a really big lunch of pancakes.

I'm in.

KAYLYN: Let's do this.

ALL: Yeah! Woo‐hoo!

KAYLYN: Okay.

We have 100 bottle caps' worth of water.

That's only one cap per person every two hours.

MAX: Okay, great. We have a plan.

So now we're astronauts on Mars.

What do we do next?

KAYLYN: Air quality! I need breathable air.

KAYLYN: I know NASA hires the best and the brightest,

but they haven't smelled Noodles' feet.

There are limits to what any human can endure.

ALICIA: I can't even think straight with Noodles'

radioactive feet.

MAX: Yeah, what is going on with your feet?

I can practically taste them.

NOODLES: I can smell them too. Which means they're bad.

KAYLYN: Has anyone ever died from foot stench before?

MAX: So it's not the cool NASA invention

we planned on,

but we're now working on a nasal irritant

containment unit.

ALICIA: We're making slippers for Noodles' gross feet

out of backup air filters.

BRYAN: [sighs]

No one ever tells you that being a grown up

is just doing laundry, taxes, and oil changes.

HELEN: Mm‐hm. And insurance.

BRYAN: Ugh, it's more fun with the kids.

I'd be helping Max make some robot.

HELEN: I know.

Chelsea and I were gonna do each other's highlights,

but now she's doing it at her sleepover.

ZEKE: Helen, Bryan, I'm bored.

Please entertain me.

BRYAN: Well, we're kind of in the middle

of something right now.

ZEKE: Maybe a game.

Something whimsical?

HELEN: Uh, sure.

Okay, let's play one game.

Then we'll get back to work.

BRYAN: Oh! HELEN: Deal?

ZEKE: Yup. BRYAN: Yeah!

HELEN: A crab? Uh, surfing?

Surfing? Surfboard?

Surfin' in the USA?

Swimming? Drowning?

Uh, seaweed? Under the sea?

The Little Mermaid?

No!

Movie...

Three words...

ZEKE: "The Willow's Refrain" by Seung Huk Yol.

BRYAN: Yeah, yeah!

How'd you get that?

This movie was made like 50 years before you were born.

ZEKE: I, uh, read a lot of Wikipedia.

BRYAN: He even named the director!

HELEN: One more round!

HELEN & ZEKE: One more round!

ALL: One more round! One more round!

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ALL: [exhale]

KAYLYN: [sniffs]

NOODLES & KAYLYN: [exhale]

KAYLYN: Oh, that is so much better.

ALICIA: My headache is gone!

MAX: Dinner is served.

ALICIA: Yum...

MAX: Are you going pancake powder and then water?

Or water, pancake powder?

KAYLYN: No question.

Pancake powder, water.

[coughs]

MAX: Kaylyn! [laughter]

KAYLYN: Ugh...

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[hissing and squeaking noise]

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KAYLYN: Okay, no need to panic.

Let's just hope it's not too hot tomorrow.

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MAX: I'm itchy! Why am I so itchy?

ALICIA: Yup, Max, you definitely got fleas from that jumpsuit.

MAX: What?! How is that possible?

ALICIA: Maybe you should ask "Colonel Banana Peel."

KAYLYN: So you're wearing a monkey jumpsuit?

MAX: That must be a nickname.

ALICIA: Size, baboon medium.

NOODLES: I don't know what's worse,

that you're wearing a monkey's spacesuit,

or that it fits so well. [laughter]

BRYAN: Okay, you ready for some taxes?

HELEN: Oh, I am ready for some taxes!

Let's tax it up!

BRYAN: Oh‐ho‐ho. Yeah.

HELEN: [sighs] BRYAN: Ugh...

HELEN: [whimpers]

ZEKE: I have two words for you.

Couch. Fort.

BRYAN: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

HELEN: Woo!

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NOODLES: So... hot...

I'm dying here, guys!

KAYLYN: I think we're all getting a bit hangry.

NOODLES: It's not just hangry, Kaylyn.

I'm hung‐furious!

ALICIA: Huh?

MAX: Hey, Dad! BRYAN: So how you guys doin'?

MAX: We're fine.

But we're trying to simulate the isolation of Mars.

So you should be like 100 million miles away.

BRYAN: Oh, okay, uh...

So why don't we pretend that I'm an alien?

I'm delivering a message from your mother.

It's about lunch.

We're thinking hot dogs‐‐ or space wieners.

You guys want some?

Huh? Hot dogs?

KAYLYN: Hot dogs?

NOODLES: And eating them would help create peace

between humans and aliens?

ALICIA: Thanks, Mr G., but with the months‐long journey

through space they'd be frozen by the time they got here.

BRYAN: Ah, yeah, that makes sense.

Alright, well, if you change your mind we'll be back here

on earth in Fort Couch.

We also have ice cream.

KAYLYN: What kind of ice cream is it?

Is it butterscotch ripple?

Is the ice cream butterscotch ripple?!

MAX: Kaylyn, no! NOODLES: No, stop, calm down!

KAYLYN: Is it? Tell me!

MAX: Calm down!

KAYLYN: It was a moment of weakness.

I'm not proud of it, but being away

from civilization this long, it changes you.

MAX: We're all tired and hungry too,

but we can't stop now!

These problems are the reason we're here!

ALICIA: He's right.

This is where brilliant inventions come from.

We should use this to get inspired, not suffer.

NOODLES: Yeah, what would astronauts do?

They encounter problems and solve them.

So let's start solving.

MAX: Okay.

Our biggest problem is the heat, right?

So let's brainstorm.

KAYLYN: A nice big fan would be amazing.

MAX: Even better, four personal fans!

ALL: [sigh]

NOODLES: You know what would be great?

A hat with a little mounted fan to keep your face cool.

ALICIA: That's an amazing idea.

Actually, I think I do have a few motors.

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KAYLYN: Traitor! NOODLES: What?

KAYLYN: I found this chocolate wrapper under Alicia's cot.

She's been holding out on us!

MAX: Alicia, how could you?!

ALICIA: What?

Like, you all don't all have your own emergency chocolate?

EVERYONE ELSE: No!

ALICIA: Really? EVERYONE ELSE: No!

ALICIA: I just assumed we all had

our own emergency chocolate.

Who leaves the house without emergency chocolate?

NOODLES: There's still trace amounts of chocolate on here!

KAYLYN: Give it!

MAX: Uh, let's divide the wrapper equally.

NOODLES: No, let's settle it with a contest of strength!

KAYLYN: Calm down, Noodles.

Don't forget, we wouldn't be in this mess

if you just packed normal food.

NOODLES: Oh, that's rich coming from the one

who brought grapefruit water.

KAYLYN: What would you have brought?

NOODLES: Five kiwi overload...

KAYLYN: Oh, that is way too much kiwi in one drink.

NOODLES: No, it's not.

KAYLYN: Kiwi is a supporting fruit at best.

Everyone knows that!

ALICIA: I got more chocolate. NOODLES: Oh‐ho...

BRYAN: Guys, are we continuing our movie marathon

in the couch fort or what?

HELEN: Change of plans, Zeke is giving me highlights!

BRYAN: No way!

ZEKE: Shall I do you next?

BRYAN: Oh... [laughs] No, it's okay.

I really don't think I can pull off

the highlight look, you know?

ZEKE: We're doing foils, Bryan, not balayage.

BRYAN: Well, the sun‐kissed look would go well

with my complexion.

Okay, I'm in!

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MAX: Mmm! So good.

NOODLES: Woof... Woof!

ALICIA: Aah!

KAYLYN: Yes!

BRYAN: What do I think?

I think I look like a Greek god!

It really does make my bone structure pop.

ZEKE: You went from weak bones to cheekbones, Bryan.

BRYAN: Helen, I can't wait to go shopping.

I want the neighbours to see!

HELEN: We look fabulous! BRYAN: [whistles]

BRYAN: Ah, thank you, Zeke.

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KAYLYN: Ah, ow, my neck.

Oh, no!

Everyone, get in here.

MAX: What happened?

NOODLES: This is bad. ALICIA: Oh, boy!

We have no air pressure.

And no power!

MAX: We probably only have a few hours

before this whole thing deflates.

Unless we can find a way to restore the power,

we're done for!

NOODLES: Uh, Zeke, could check the manual for us.

Zeke?

Zeke, are you there?

Come in!

BRYAN: This is baby Max after the zoo incident.

He had three baths that day!

ZEKE: It's a great age, isn't it?

BRYAN: Yeah.

HELEN: Any word from our little astronauts

on the front yard, Zeke?

ZEKE: Last I heard, they were pretending the air was toxic,

their food was powder,

and they got attacked by space fleas.

HELEN: Oh! How fun is that!

Tell Max "Mom says hi."

ZEKE: Yeah, uh... Oh!

Mission Control to Mars Team,

we have a message from Max's mom, over.

NOODLES: Where have you been?!

We need you!

ZEKE: I'm hanging out with Bryan and Helen.

MAX: What? Bryan‐‐

The IPH is collapsing!

ZEKE: That's not cool.

I'll head back to Mission Control right now.

Helen, Bryan, sorry but I have to get back to work.

HELEN & BRYAN: Aw!

ZEKE: I know, but sometimes you need to buckle down

and get your work done, big guy.

BRYAN: Aw, I guess.

Bye.

HELEN: Did you get the vibe that he was subtly telling us

to do our taxes? BRYAN: Yeah.

ZEKE: I was telling them to do their taxes.

ZEKE: My guess is that the power switch was turned off outside.

You'll have to switch it back on from there.

ALICIA: Copy that.

NOODLES: Can't Zeke just go turn it back on?

MAX: That would be cheating.

In a real Mars mission, he'd be eight months away.

NOODLES: If this was a real Mars mission, we'd have spacesuits

or a rover so we could fix it ourselves.

ALICIA: I mean...

We are wearing four motors right now.

MAX: We couldn't build a Mars rover

in three hours, though.

Could we?

MAX: We'll split into teams.

Alicia, we'll make the rover, while Noodles and Kaylyn

work on the robotic arm that can push the button.

NOODLES: Aye‐aye, cap'n!

I like when Max does his "take charge" thing.

ZEKE: Ahh, he's come so far from the little kid Bryan

and Helen told me about.

MAX: Zeke, no more hanging out with my parents!

KAYLYN: Can we focus here?

What have we got in terms of building supplies?

ALICIA: Everything in the IPH.

All of it.

MAX: We can do this.

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MAX: Houston be advised, we're launching the rover.

Over.

ZEKE: Did you say "Rover rover"?

Over.

MAX: No, "Rover, over." Over.

ZEKE: Still hearing that twice.

Are the... MAX: Forget it, Zeke!

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ALICIA: Houston, rover launch successful.

ZEKE: Be advised, Mars Team, the switch is about...

30 feet away.

KAYLYN: We better move fast. Not much time.

NOODLES: Alicia, if this works, I'll make you the biggest

pancake in history.

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ALL: Aah! What?

ZEKE: Uh... everything okay?

ALICIA: Oh. Just a basketball‐‐

I mean Mars rock.

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NOODLES: Look out! Hose!

ALICIA: Max, clean up your driveway.

MAX: Sorry. Can you go around?

ALICIA: We used a lot of battery power on the fans.

We'll have to go over.

KAYLYN: It's slowing down!

NOODLES: Give it some gas, grandma!

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ALL: Yes!

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ALICIA: Houston, I have eyes on the target.

ZEKE: 10‐4, Mars team.

MAX: This is the hard part.

KAYLYN: Careful, Alicia.

NOODLES: We've only got one shot at this.

ALICIA: I know.

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ALICIA: Now!

ALICIA: Yes! MAX: We did it, yes!

Houston, we did it! The IPH power is back on!

Mission accomplished!

ZEKE: Woo!

ALL: [laughing and yelling]

NOODLES: Yes! This is awesome!

ALL: Six... five...

four... three...

two... one...

Yes!

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ALICIA: NASA, I decided. was a success!

Full‐time astronaut,

and I'll just be a robotics engineer

on the weekends.

KAYLYN: I'm it was actually pretty fun,

once we solved a few things.

Like Noodles' feet. They were so bad.

Sometimes I swear I can still smell them.

Ugh...

NOODLES: Space exploration will never be the same.

MAX: We made it all 48 hours,

invented hat fans and air filter slippers,

and we built a rover!

Like astronauts, we solved our problems and came out heroes.

HELEN: Alright, pumpkin, time for more flea cream!

MAX: [sighs]

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