All language subtitles for Gabby Duran s02e14 Zeke to the Future.eng

The year was 2021.

The place? Luchachos.

The event? My best friend Wes
challenged me to do something

I've never done...
eat a Cheesy Chacho Chalupa in one bite.

‐(murmurs)
‐But I had hope. And on that fateful day,

I mowed down
that beefy behemoth

in one monstrous bite.

‐(chattering)
‐It was a truly epic day in Havensburg's history,

as seen here in my visual aid.

(students applaud)

Thank you.

Very entertaining, Gabby,

but you were supposed
to do a presentation

on the history of Havensburg.

What do you mean?
I did it in Havensburg.

It happened last week,
which technically is history.

Therefore, my project was about
Havensburg's history.

‐Uh‐huh.
‐So, you gonna give me an A or what?

Oh, I'll give you an A.

But I'll put an F before it

and an I and an L after.

A fail?
Are you serious?

Hm.

(theme song playing)

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I do normal like a fish
rides a bicycle ♪

♪ Fit in like summer
and an icicle ♪

♪ Don't fight it,
just be an original ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ I roller skate
outside the lines ♪

♪ When I try to stay in,
it's no surprise ♪

♪ It's a fail, it's okay,
I'm one of a kind ♪

♪ One of a, one of a kind ♪

♪ So anytime I feel
some type of way ♪

♪ Don't understand
the human race ♪

♪ So what, so what, so what ♪

♪ I do my thing,
I do my thing ♪

♪ You do your thing,
You do your thing ♪

♪ When we don't fit in ♪

♪ We stand out in the crowd
and we shout it loud ♪

♪ I do my thing,
I do my thing ♪

♪ I'm the one and only,
I'm the one and only ♪

♪ Don't try to fit in,
Don't try to fit in ♪

♪ Mm‐hmm, I do my thing ♪

Come on, Boyle, you really think
I failed this project?

Gabby, it's clear
that you don't care

about the history
of Havensburg at all.

I live in the now, my guy.

Why do I need to know about
a bunch of boring old people

doing boring old people stuff?

Is this you trying
to convince me

to change your grade?

‐Boily, my dude.
‐Ah, ah.

Did you just call me "Boily"?

There has to be some way
I can get my grade up.

Hmm.

For the final stop on our
tour of the historic home

of Ezekiel Burg,

the brave and fearless
founder of Havensburg

is, um... uh...

Uh‐‐ Aha!

Ezekiel Burg's spittoon,

where he would... (gags)
spit all of his tobacco juice.

Legend has it
Ezekiel Burg's son,

Ezekiel Burg Jr. mysteriously
vanished one day.

When Ezekiel
learned of the news,

he spat so hard
he cracked his spittoon

and vowed never to replace it
until his son returned,

which sadly never happened.

Oh, that is dark
and gross. Hm.

Yeah, that's
the end of our tour.

Thanks for coming.

Have fun churning
butter or whatever.

(chattering)

Gabby:
Check out the gift shop.

(clears throat)

(imitating Boyle):
"After being a tour guide for the historic home

"of Ezekiel Burg,

"you'll have a greater
appreciation of town history.

Then we'll talk
about your grade."

(normal voice):
Pssh. Can you believe that?

Exactly.

Hm.

Hm.

But I am rocking this frock.

I wonder if there are any
old timey accessories to complete the look.

What the‐‐?

♪

Ha! Yeah! Ha!

Yeah! Ah!

(speaking German)

Mutter. Not Mah‐ter.

Come on, Duran,

you're speaking
German like a child!

Be gone, you stupid stain.

This is cutting into
my violin practice.

Hey, babe. Everything all right?

You seem a little stressed.

Yup. Everything's under control.

‐Are you sure?
‐Yep, I got it.

Well, if you decide
you don't got it,

I'll just be in my room.

(phone beeps)

"Get here now!
I need you! Drop everything!"

Nothing like a good soak

and vibing out to a little
Javarkian space rock.

♪

What is it?
What's wrong?

Can you grab
my bevvie for me?

I am so thirsty.

That's why you texted me?

‐(groans)
‐Also, what are you doing?

Oh, I'm just a taking
morning dip in my custom built trashcuzzi.

Nothing like the feeling
of hot garbage against your skin

to help relieve
the stress in your life.

You should really
try it sometime. You seem stressed.

I'm not stressed!
Why does everyone think I'm stressed?

You're the one who's stressed.

I know.

That's why I'm
in the trashcuzzi relieving my stress.

Don't knock it
till you try it, boo.

I'm not going to try it
because I'm not stressed!

Now, I have a lot of stuff
to do. A good day to you.

Some people have zero chill.

♪

(machinery whirring)

Whoa. What is this place?

What's this thing?

Ew, is that soup?

(coughs)

Whoa, who are you?

My name is Ezekiel Burg Jr.
And who might you be?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Let me get this straight.

You're Ezekiel Burg's son,
the one who vanished?

What do you mean, vanished?

Surely I've been in
the cryo chamber for but a moment.

Yeah. You've been
in there for 200 years.

‐What?
‐Also, we need to talk

about all
the technology in here.

Where'd you get all this stuff?

(stomach growls)

Uh...

Oh. I'm sorry,
but I haven't had a meal in,

well, apparently 200 years.

Could we talk
over a nice supper?

Perhaps a hearty
bowl of pottage?

Mm, yes, mm. Tremendous.

What is this divine cuisine
and this exotic beverage?

That's a taco.

And I believe
that's just water.

Clean water?

This is unreal.

Ezekiel Burg Jr. is
sitting right in front of me.

As a time travel hound,

it's always been
a dream of mine

to meet a real
clock jumper.

So, how'd you do it?

Space time dilation?

Tipler's
Infinity Cylinder?

Luge through a worm hole
into the future?

Ol' Zeke here froze
himself in some weird box.

Zeke?

Still counts!
Frozen clock jumper, baby!

Speaking of which,
what was that thing?

I suppose it all began
when I first met Tarley...

'Twas near sundown
on my nightly pheasant hunt.

‐When boom!
‐(crash)

I heard a loud crash
yonder in the clearing.

When I arrived
at the crash site,

my eyes gazed
upon something uncanny.

Although we were
from different planets,

Tarley and I formed
a secret friendship.

We built a room
underneath my home

and spent the summer
trying to fix his spacecraft.

We also built other
fancy alien gadgets.

Tarley was quite the‐‐

(camera clicks)

What are you doing, woman?

(shudders)

What is that
magical black box

you've captured
my likeness with?

Oh, this?
It's a phone.

Look, it's not too often
I meet another person who knows about aliens,

so I thought I'd capture
the moment, okay?

Wait, you also know
of star pilgrims?

Yeah, but we're
the only ones.

So keep your voice down.

Well, Gabriela, from one
secret‐knower of star pilgrim to another...

you've captured my soul
with your witchcraft.

Now destroy
that image at once.

Okay. No pictures.

Hm.

Anywho...

Havensburg was in the clutches
of an awful plague,

which meant that mother had to
serve us piping hot pottage

to burn the plague out of it.

I'm an impatient lad,
especially when it comes to my pottage.

So I had Tarley
fashion a high tech cooling chamber

to accelerate
the pottage cooling process.

I must have hit
a wrong button.

Locked myself
in there indefinitely.

Wait, so all this happened
because you didn't want

to wait for your soup
to cool down?

It was very hot.

Poor Tarley.
If I went missing,

the alien kids I babysit
wouldn't know what to do.

We've got to figure out a way
to get you back to him.

‐But how?
‐I have no clue.

But I think I know
someone who might.

(chuckles)
Thanks, Gabby.

As the resident
time travel expert,

I would be honored
to figure this one out.

Step one, we're going to need
a lot of cuckoo clocks.

I was thinking of someone
a little more alien.

♪

Come on, Duran,
this is basic Bach.

Jeremy: Hey, don't
knock it till you try it, boo, boo, boo,

boo, boo.

Dina:
Hey Liv, I'm home early‐‐

Whoa, what's this all about?

It's for charity.

Charity?

Yeah! It's a charity
I'm starting called Trash for Tots.

We collect trash for toddlers

so they can recycle
it and make money.

Trash for cash.

That is...
such a great idea.

You know what?
I can use my segment

on the news
to help promote it.

I think it sounds great.

But we're probably
going to need a stronger visual.

So tell you what,
why don't we both go try to find

as much trash as we can
and meet back up before dinner?

No!

I'll take care of it.

Okay, if you say so.
I'm so proud of you, honey.

Yay.

Holy Wilmingtons!

A Phase One Zagorian Shifter?

A Meekon Flux Wand?
This is so cool!

Yeah, real cool.

So do you think you can send

Zeke back
to 1821 or what?

As cool as it is,

that you knew my
great‐great‐grandfather Tarley,

I'm not sure
I can help.

Even if I knew when to send you,
there's no telling where I'd send you.

You could end up in a volcano,
could you imagine?

You'd be crispier than
a Slughorn Shrimp at a Kalaxian barbecue!

(laughs)

You'd so get that joke if you
were from my home planet.

So it seems I won't be
returning home after all.

Wait a sec.

Your clothes are from 1821?

Aye. My mother
stitched them by hand.

Egads, I miss her.

If I take a piece
of Zeke's clothing, I may be able

to triangulate
the location of his past form.

Then I can cross‐reference
with the time DNA

to the temperature
of his real DNA.

And then you run
all of that through a cuckoo clock and you‐‐

Both: Can send him to 1821
right before he froze himself!

Exactly. Except for
the cuckoo clock part.

Great, so we can
send him back.

Take my vest.
1821, here I come.

Uh, not so fast.

It's going to take a couple
hours to build the machine

and probably
a lot of heavy lifting.

Already on it. (grunts)

I have no idea what
I'm supposed to do with this.

I'll wait for instructions,
I'm just very excited.

Also, I want to be clear.

There's a big chance
this won't work. Like, big.

‐I understand.
‐Don't worry.

Rooney is the best,
it's going to work.

In the meantime, why don't
I show you around the town your family founded?

Just a few more bags to go.

Um, excuse me, but what the heck
are you doing in my trashcuzzi?

Nothing! I'm doing nothing.

Oh, you're doing something
and that something is stealing

my sweet steamy trash sauce.

But I need it
for my mom!

Tell her to get
her own trash!

Ahh!

Jeremy, did you
fill the toilet up with old taco meat?

What is going on in here?

Olivia tried to steal
my trash and then dove into the trashcuzzi.

You okay?
You feeling relaxed?

No, I am not
feeling relaxed!

I feel like I'm in
over my head with trash.

I feel like I'm in over
my head with everything.

German, High Tea Society,
karate, violin,

doing Mom's
stupid trash report!

(shouting in German)

I think we
should do something.

You know, as much as
I love a train wreck,

I think you're right.

(bell dings)

Good golly, Gabby,
today's been incredible.

I look positively French
in these fine garments.

The future is
a blessed place indeed.

Yeah, dude,
it's pretty lit, right?

And I actually had
a good time learning about

all the crazy history
our town has.

I never thought I'd
say this, but maybe history is kind of cool.

(phone rings)

Wes and Rooney
got the machine working.

It's time to get you home.

According to my calculations,
if Zeke jumps through that portal,

he'll be dropped
into his 1821 self

right before he
entered the freeze tank

and everything will
go back to normal.

And according to
my calculations,

I just spent my afternoon
building a time machine,

which makes this
the best day of my life.

So he jumps in
the swirly green thing

and our problems are solved?

Pretty much, yeah.

Okay, you ready?

Gabby, you know, I've had such
a wonderful time with you here.

I was thinking
I could possibly... stay?

Stay... woke?

Stay here
in the future with you.

But what about Tarley?

Look, I like Tarley,
but I like tacos more

and the water here
is so clean you don't even have to chew it.

Uh, Gabby, I can't keep
this portal open forever.

Okay, I think all the
sugary foods you ate earlier are getting to your head.

You need to go back
to 1821 like, now.

‐I don't want to.
‐But you have to.

‐I want to stay.
‐You have to go.

‐Stay!
‐Go!

(Gabby screams)

Sorry, Gabriela.

But if you love
the past so much,

why don't you
go there yourself?

Ahh!

(both gasp)

Ahh!

Ah! (groans)

Oh, come on!

Okay, no big deal.

Zeke pushed me
back to 1821.

I don't know where
Ezekiel Burg lives

and it is freezing
beyond belief in the past.

(goat bleats)

Hey, hey you!

What do you want,
peasant girl?

Peasant girl? I'm not
the one coated in goat stank.

Look, just tell me where
Ezekiel Burg's estate is.

Why? So that you might
rob him, no doubt.

‐No.
‐Let me look at you.

‐Huh? Huh?
‐Ooh!

That's‐‐ that's bad.

I'm here to, uh...

sell him some gum.

What is this "gum"
you speak of?

It's like a candy‐coated
sugar stick. Try some.

Hm? It's like a stick
of winter wind in my mouth.

Tell me where
the Burg estate is

and I'll give you
the whole pack.

It's down yonder
a half mile past the creek!

‐(grunts)
‐(chuckles)

I must have more "gum"!
Will you barter?

I have a goat for trade!

You pushed Gabby into the past.

'Twas an accident.

You literally said,

"If you love the past
so much, why don't you go there yourself?"

I thought it sounded dramatic.

I was all agog
with future delights!

But I'm not
going back to 1821.

I want to stay here!
Home of the Cheesy Chacho Chalupa!

(both gasp)

Is that thing dangerous?

It's a Galactian Energy Sceptre,
of course it's dangerous!

(knocking)

Principal Swift?
What're you doing here?

So sorry to
bother you, Ms. Duran,

but I found Olivia
in quite the state today.

After a brief yet very
trash‐filled intervention,

Jeremy and I were able
to help her realize

that she needs
to talk to you about something.

So, yeah, I think
I took on too much.

Do you think it's okay
if I drop a few things

to make a little
more time to just relax?

Of course, mi amor.
I'm sorry you felt so overwhelmed.

And I never want
you to feel like

you can't come to me
with these things.

Why don't you think about
what you want to cut back on

and we'll talk
about it tomorrow?

Thanks, Mom.

Honey, don't take
this the wrong way,

but you smell
like wet garbage.

Don't ruin the moment, Mom.

Oh.

Zeke:
Ah, hot!

I need to cool down my pottage.

Hey, Zeke!

Stop right there!

Who are you?
What are you doing in my secret room?

My name is Gabby Duran.

I'm from Havensburg
200 years from now.

We just spent
a day together.

I know you and Tarley built this
freezer to cool down your soup

because your mom had to burn
the plague out of it,

which is just crazy to me.

But you can't get inside
because you'll freeze yourself

and end up in the future.

Wait.

You're telling me
that in the future, there's plague‐less soup?

Uh, most of the time, yes.

♪

(grunts)
What are you doing?

I hate it here.

I want to go to the future
with plague‐less soup.

‐Stay back, or I'll
blast you both. ‐Whoa!

You know what, Zeke?
You are just‐‐

The worst! I had a very
similar fight with you

like, 200 years from now.

(both grunting)

(camera clicks)

Oh!

My soul!
You've captured my soul.

Yeah, I did.

That's 'cause I'm a‐‐
a freaky future witch

and this is a soul
capturing device.

No, please, I'll do
anything to keep myself

safe from dark magic.

Spare me, oh
powerful future witch.

You're going to let me
into that freezer

so I can go
back to the future.

And you're not going to tell
anyone what happened today

'cause I'll be listening.

Future witches
always be listening.

And if you
don't do what I say, I'll delete your soul.

You understand?

Understood.

You can have the freezer.
I won't tell anyone.

That's what I like to hear.

All right.

Let's hope this works.

♪

(both screaming)

Holy cruddlesticks!
That was close.

Wait, if Zeke
isn't here, then...

(coughs)

What year is it?

‐Whoa!
‐She's back!

Rooney: How did you
know to do that?

I'm a time travel hound, baby.
It's what I do.

So I spent the last day doing

a deep dive into
the history of Havensburg.

Like real deep.

And you know
what I learned?

History is the worst.

But that's a good thing,
because if history wasn't the worst,

then we couldn't appreciate
how awesome we have it today.

And hopefully
250 years from now,

people will look back at us

and say, "Hey, those guys
were the worst."

'Cause that would mean
the future is even better.

Also, their soup
had plague in it.

(unenthusiastic applause)

C minus.

I'll take it. Yes!

(bawks)

Oh, cruddlesticks.

As hard as I try,

I can't generate enough power
to keep the future portal open.

Well keep trying, Tarley.

I must get my soul
back from the future witch

known as Gabby Duran.

Jeremy:
Next time on "Gabby Duran & the Unsittables"...

Humans take Friday night
plans very seriously.

Everyone's booked but me.

Principal Swift:
You'll be babysitting Demi.

I'm an
extraterrestrial smarthouse.

‐Great, I'm babysitting a house.
‐(doorbell rings)

Demi: I invited them over.

Let the Friday night
friend‐fest rage on, my brothers!

(cheers)

Gabby: How am I going to
explain to a bunch of humans

that this is an alien house?

♪

Gorgeous.

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