Original subtitles

[Beta] Chaos bots have been sent from the future

to stop the one person who can save the world.

Me?

- [chorus singing] ♪ Hey, hey! ♪ - [Hailey] ♪ Hailey's on it! ♪

♪ Teach a cat to play the piano Roller-skate all the way to Orlando ♪

♪ Use my ear wax? ♪

♪ To make a candle ♪

- [chorus] ♪ Hey, hey! ♪ - [Hailey] ♪ Hailey's on it! ♪

♪ Win first place for World's cutest pet rock ♪

♪ Do a corn maze Hope I don't get lost ♪

♪ Eat an onion ♪

♪ Kiss my friend Scott? ♪

- [Scott grunts] - [object clatters]

[Scott] Gravity still works.

- [chorus] ♪ Hey, hey! ♪ - [Hailey] ♪ Hailey's on it! ♪

- [birds chirping] - [♪ pleasant instrumental music]

[monkey chittering]

- [monkey shrieks] - [The Professor grunts]

[panting]

[roaring]

- [♪ thrilling instrumental music] - [growling]

[grunts]

[yelling]

Huh. Hero Force 3D is playing at the drive-in tonight.

Finally some excitement in this town.

- [The Professor yelling] - [both grunting]

[breathing heavily]

Professor! You good?

[chuckles] I'm better than good, I'm alive!

Love when that happens.

- [clock rings] - [yells]

Whoops. [chuckles]

Sorry for coming in hot, I was just in the year 3500

researching a dangerous apex predator called a slaughteroceros.

Unfortunately, my tranquilizers just seemed to make him super-angry,

so I had to bolt.

Must have overshot my time stop.

- Hey, did you-- - I didn't bring the backpack.

Man!

[slurps, exhales]

Yeah, this is much more my speed.

So, do you have any news or updates?

World-saving info?

Nothing I can tell you, that's for sure.

Cool.

So, um...

- how are you? - Chillin'.

- You? - Same, same.

[chuckles] Totes.

Whoa, the portal is sucking me back!

We should for real catch up so soon, though!

Come on, come on! Work!

Oh, thank goodness. Bye!

Hey, she forgot her lab coat.

[both scream]

Are future jackets supposed to do that?

Stand back. Let the muscle handle this.

[grunts]

[squeaking]

Whoa!

It must've snuck into the Professor's pocket from the future!

Aww, little buddy.

Were you hiding from the slaughteroceros, too?

- [squeaks] - [Beta] Don't touch that thing!

It could be dangerous!

- Can I hold it? - Yeah. Let Scott hold it.

It's so precious.

What are you, my little angel?

Squeeple!

[both] Aww!

I guess it's a Squeeple.

We'll take care of you, little buddy.

Yes, we will.

You might wanna look away.

Beta, stop! It's a defenseless little baby!

No, it's a potentially invasive species

that shouldn't exist for hundreds of years!

We can't even fathom the harm it could cause.

The natural world has a delicate balance

that must be preserved, Hailey.

Therefore, smashy smashy!

No! You're overreacting.

- Look at this face. - [squeaks]

We can teach it to skateboard.

Maybe it can go pro one day.

Great idea. And I want it to be musically trained.

We'll start with piano because that's a necessary foundation,

but ultimately, a woodwind might be nice.

[Scott] We'll let it pursue higher education,

but vocational school would be just as respectable in our eyes.

[Hailey] Hear that? We'll support your dreams no matter what!

Squeeple!

[Hailey] Careful! Erasers aren't for eating!

Poor thing must be hungry.

Don't worry. We'll get you fed.

Lunch is served. Whatever you like.

[sniffs, squeaks disapprovingly]

[sniffs, squeaks joyfully]

Wait, no!

[squeaks joyfully]

Huh. I guess it eats rubber.

I don't trust it. I don't respect it.

I don't like it.

Nobody has to know.

Stop being so dramatic, Beta.

Sure, the Squeeple's a bit rambunctious,

but there's one of it and three of us.

What's the worst that could happen?

[Squeeple grunting]

[both squeaking]

Whoa, double the Squeeples, double the skateboarding potential!

[mocking] What's the worst that could happen?

- I don't sound like that. - [mocking] I don't sound like that.

- Stay where I can see you, please! - [Scott] No running!

Use your walking feet!

[both squeaking]

Hey, drop that!

[all squeaking]

Wait, my dad just installed that!

[all squeaking]

That's it!

I've tried free range parenting and you've proven you can't be trusted!

It's officially nap time.

[wind blowing]

[all squeaking excitedly]

Stop 'em!

[all squeaking]

Oh, perfect.

That's so many Squeeples.

- [car alarm rings] - Where are they all going?

Let's think like Squeeples.

- Do what they would do. - If we must.

[grunts]

But wait! You're on to something!

They must be heading somewhere there's a big concentration of rubber.

Which means tires. Which means--

The Oceanside Tire Museum!

- [horn blaring] - That doesn't exist.

Then why did Becker collect donations for...

Oh, she got me.

I'm talking about the drive-in theater!

Every car in town will be there for the new Hero Force 3D!

I don't know. Maybe we should just wait until they come back.

If we keep chasing them, they'll just keep acting out for attention.

Scott, the parenting role-play is over!

We can't tame Squeeples, we need to round them up.

They're a potentially invasive species

that shouldn't even exist for hundreds of years.

I literally told you that ten minutes ago! Whatever!

You made this mess, you better figure out how to clean it up!

Clean it up...

that's it!

[♪ thrilling instrumental music]

What do you think of our...

[both] Squeeple Keepers!

To be honest, this looks very homemade.

I'm not sure it'll be that effective against--

- [machine whirrs] - [Beta yells]

Okay, point made.

Let's hit the road.

[both grunting and panting]

Of course they couldn't put the drive-in at the bottom of the hill.

[panting]

[Beta] So many car tires just begging to be eaten.

[helmet clatters]

[both] They must be around here somewhere.

Huh. That was weird.

- [♪ tense instrumental music] - [slurping]

[exhales]

This is nice.

Movie's boring.

Do something!

How are we gonna find the Squeeples?

[banging]

Found 'em.

Now's our time to fight.

[both] The fate of the world rests in our hands.

Whoa. What are the odds?

[♪ dramatic instrumental music]

[all squeaking]

It's like I'm in the movie.

- Uh... - Whoa!

[both chuckling]

[shrieks]

Dad! There's monsters outside!

That's right, sweetie.

These glasses make it seem like the monsters are right in front of you.

You don't know any better.

- [♪ dramatic music continues] - [machine whirrs]

[squeaking]

It's like it's right in front of me.

So realistic!

[squeaking]

Yeah!

[squeaking]

Hailey, behind you!

Scott, watch your 3 o'clock!

[♪ tense instrumental music]

[shouting dramatically]

[both] Whoa!

[Scott grunts]

They got me!

Avenge my honor by finding that burglar who stole my Halloween candy!

Just take off your shoe, Scott.

Oh! Right.

Yoo-hoo! [laughs]

Come and get it, you miscreants.

[all squeaking]

Now!

[both] Nice work, team! We did it!

I swear I'm not doing that on purpose.

[♪ triumphant instrumental music]

Aww, food coma.

[snoring]

That's it, little ones. Sleep it off.

[The Professor grunts]

Ah, I did leave my lab coat with you!

Been looking all over the timeline for it.

It's always the last portal you look in.

Take it. And take these cute little guys, too.

They should go back to the year 3500 where they belong.

[screams]

What are you doing?

Sending my precious Squeeples back to the future,

even though I'll miss them dearly?

Those aren't Squeeples! Just 'cause they make that sound...

You don't call a dog a woof!

I can't.

- Those are baby slaughteroceroses! - What?

When they leave the infant stage,

they develop laser eyes and a taste for human flesh!

The only way to defeat them is by investing in a state-of-the-art

iron Slaughteroceros Bludgeon Device.

- See? - No, no, Professor! Don't!

Ugh, fine. I'll just humanely return them to the future.

At least that'll make the cleanup easier.

Jeez, Banks, you could have started a super-dangerous infestation here.

Go ahead.

I told... No. No, no, no.

I want this to be a good one.

[clears throat]

[grandiosely] I told you so!

It's hard to believe these cuties can wreak such havoc.

Right now, they're so precious and cuddly.

[both yell]

Nope! I'm good. Get 'em out.

- [sighs] - Phew! We did it.

And without anyone noticing.

[Mr. Williams] Oh, my tires!

- [man 1] Where are my tires? - Well, we should probably go.

- [indistinct chatter] - Yeah, I got a thing.

[man 2] Where are my tires?