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[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.

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! ♪