Original subtitles

- 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.

- 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!

- 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! ♪