Meet the Robinsons

[Lewis is being interviewed by the Harringtons for adoption]

Lewis: I mean, there's so many things in the world that can be improved. Just think of it. Moving sidewalks, flying cars. The possibilities are endless.

Mr. Harrington: [looking over the drawings in Lewis' notebook with his wife] Flying cars? Yeah, that's a good one.

Lewis: All it takes is some imagination and a little science, and we can make the world a better place.

Mr. Harrington: Well, these are all interesting ideas. so, what's your favorite sport?

Lewis: Well, does inventing count as a sport?

Mr. Harrington: Actually...

Lewis: 'Cause I think I hit a home run with this one! [takes out his PB and J gun]

Mr. Harrington: What is that?

Lewis: First, a question. What's the number one problem that you face when you make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?

Mr. Harrington: Lewis, I don't think we...

Lewis: Portion control. Too much peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth, takes forever to chew. Too much jelly squishes out the sides and makes your hands all sticky. Well, I propose that the perfect PB and J is within mankind's grasp, and I've built this machine to achieve it. For this demonstration, I'll use regular bread.

Mrs. Harrington: Honey, it's okay.

Lewis: As you can see, toasting is an option.

Mrs. Harrington: [uncomfortably] We don't usually eat peanut butter. Lewis, this is really not necessary.

Lewis: [as his invention jams] It's jammed!

Mrs. Harrington: Lewis, please, don't!

Lewis: [accidentally fires peanut butter and jelly all over the Harringtons] Oops. [Mr. Harrington's face starts to swell up due to an allergic reaction to peanuts] What's happening?!

Mrs. Harrington: Mr. Harrington has a peanut allergy!

Lewis: [screams] I'm sorry! Here let me help you get that off!

Mrs. Harrington: [takes out an allergy vaccine from her purse] STAND BACK! [injects the vaccine into her husband's leg]

Lewis: Is he going to be okay?

Mrs. Harrington: Breathe. Breathe.

Lewis: I'm so sorry! I didn't know!

Mrs. Harrington: It was really nice to meet you. We're gonna need some time to think about it. [closes the door as she and her husband leave the room]

[Lewis peeks behind the door and watches]

Mildred: Hi, folks. Everything all... [gasps in horrified shock] What happened?!

Mrs. Harrington: Miss Duffy, that boy is definitely not right for us. Now, if you'll excuse me.

Mildred: [stammering] I'm so sorry about this. If you would just...

[The door slams closed; Lewis looks down with grief]

Mr. Willerstein: Dr. Krunklehorn, I know you're very busy there at Inventco Labs, and we're just so excited to have you as a judge.

Dr. Krunklehorn: It's my pleasure, Mr. Willerstein. Hey, you never know. One of your students may invent the next integrated circuit, microprocessor, or integrated circuit. [stops Mr. Willerstein, realizing something] Oh, wait! I said that already. Well, I just don't get out of that lab very much. [looks down at Mr. Willerstein's bow tie he's wearing] Is that a bow tie? I like bow ties. I haven't slept in 8 days!

Mr. Willerstein: Well, can I offer you a cot or something?

Dr. Krunklehorn: Nope. [places a sticker with a picture of a coffee mug on Mr. Willerstein's forehead] I've got the caffeine patch. I invented it myself. One patch is the equivalent to twelve cups of coffee. You can stay awake for days with no side effects. [screams] Sorry. Who's this?

Mr. Willerstein: This is one of our students, Stanley Pukowski.

[A boy named Stanley Pukowski, dressed in a toga, waves to them with his project of a model of Mount Vesuvius]

Dr. Krucklehorn: Oh, so cute! I just want to bite his chubby little cheeks!

Mr. Willerstein: Okay, next up is Lizzy and her fire ant farm.

 [A girl named lizzy black dress]

Lizzy: [monotone] That's right.

Mr. Willerstein: Lizzy, we talked about the fire ants. You know that they have a tendency to bite people.

Lizzy: [monotone] Only my enemies.

Mr. Willerstein: Keep moving, shall we? Top-notch, Lizzy! Let's not anger her or make her jumpy in any way.

Lewis: [clears throat] Have you ever forgotten something, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't remember it? Well, what happens to these forgotten memories? I propose they're stored somewhere in your brain, and I built a machine that can retrieve them. I call it… the Memory Scanner! [pulls off the blanket, revealing his invention]

Dr. Krucklehorn: It's shiny!

Mr. Willerstein: So, Lewis, how does the Memory Scanner work?

Lewis: (Simple.) First, you input the desired period of time on this keypad. Then, a laser scans the cerebral cortex where memories are stored. The retrieved memory is then displayed on this monitor.

Dr. Krucklehorn: Wrap him up. I'll take two.

Lewis: Now, I'm going back twelve years, three months and eleven days. [inputs the desired time period on the keypad]

Coach: Why that particular day? You didn't think I was paying attention, did you?

Lewis: Well, that was the day… Let's just say that was a very important day of my life.

Coach: Fair enough. Play ball.

Lewis: [starting up his invention] It'll just take a second to get the turbines going.

Lewis: Would you quit that, please? I know you're not a pigeon.

Wilbur: [quickly covers Lewis' mouth] You're blowing my cover!

Lewis: We're the only ones up here.

Wilbur: That's just what they want you to think. Now, enough moping. Take this back to the science fair and fix that Memory Scanner.

Lewis: Stop! Stop! Get away from me!

Wilbur: Maybe you've forgotten, I'm a time cop from the future. It should be taken very seriously.

Lewis: [swipes the "badge" out of Wilbur's hand] That's no badge. This is a coupon for a tanning salon! You're a fake.

Wilbur: Okay, you got me. I'm not a cop, but I really am from the future, and there really is this Bowler Hat Guy!

Lewis: [groans] Here we go again.

Wilbur: He stole a time machine, came to the science fair, and ruined your project.

Lewis: My project didn't work because I'm no good. There is no Bowler Hat Guy, there is no time machine, and you're not from the future! YOU'RE CRAZY!

Wilbur: [exclaims] I am not crazy!

Lewis: Oh, yeah, Captain Time Travel? Prove it.

Wilbur: Uh… um…

Lewis: Yeah, that's what I thought. I'm just gonna go lock myself in my room and hide under the covers for a couple years.

Wilbur: [blocks his way when an idea pops into his head] If I prove to you that I'm from the future, will you go back to the science fair?

Lewis: [sarcastically] Yeah, sure, whatever you say. [Wilbur takes it as a "yes" and pushes him to the edge of the roof] Hey, let go of me! What are you doing? Let go of me!

Wilbur: Okay! [pushes Lewis off the roof]

Lewis: [screaming; stops in midair; Wilbur presses a button, and a time machine appears] What is this? Where are we going?

Wilbur: To the future!

Wilbur: [showing Lewis the amazing sights of the futuristic city as they time traveled to the future] (Well, what do you think?) Is this proof enough for you?

Lewis: [amazed] Is it ever! I never thought that time travel could be possible in my lifetime, and (now) here it is, right in front of me!

Wilbur: The truth will set you free, brother.

Lewis: This is beyond anything I could've imagined. This means I could really change my life.

Wilbur: That's right, you can. Next stop, science fair to fix your Memory Scanner.

Lewis: [realizing] Hey, I'm not gonna fix that stupid Memory Scanner.

Wilbur: [screeches the time machine to a stop, having to have heard that; shocked] WHAT?!

Lewis: Wilbur, this is a time machine! Why should I fix my dumb invention when you can take me to see my mom now, in this ship?

Wilbur: Uh... um...

Lewis: I could actually go back to that night, and stop her from giving me up.

Wilbur: The answer is not a time machine. [holds up the drawing of the Memory Scanner] It's this!

Lewis: This? You want to know what I think about this? [rips up the drawing]

Wilbur: What are you doing?!

Lewis: [takes off his seatbelt and moves up to take the wheel] I'm sorry, Wilbur, but you don't know what I've lived through.

Wilbur: Lewis, no!

[The boys start fighting over the steering wheel]

Lewis: Let go!

Wilbur: You let go!

Lewis: You're not the boss of me!

Wilbur: Yes, I am! 'Cause you're 12 and I'm 13! That makes me older!

Lewis: Well, I was born in the past, which makes me older and the boss of you! [accidentally rips off the steering wheel]

[The time machine crashes into a building, damaging one of its wings; the boys scream while bracing for impact and they crash into a green hill outside the city]

Wilbur: [holds up the steering wheel; horrified] I am so dead. [he and Lewis exit the destroyed time machine] I'm not allowed to look at this thing, let alone drive it! Mom and Dad are gonna kill me, and I can tell you this, it will not be done with mercy!

Lewis: Isn't there like a time machine repair shop or something?

Wilbur: No! There's only two time machines in existence, and the Bowler Hat Guy has the other one.

Lewis: Well, somebody's gonna have to fix this.

Wilbur: Good idea! You're smart. You fix it.

Lewis: [baffled] Are you crazy?! I can't fix this thing.

Wilbur: Yes, you can. You broke it, you fix it.

Lewis: [thinks for a moment] Alright, under one condition. I fix it, you take me back to see my mom.

Wilbur: What?! You didn't even follow through on our last deal! How can I trust you?

Lewis: Well, you told me you were a time cop from the future. How can I trust you?

Wilbur: [pauses] Touchè.

Lewis: So, do we have a deal?

Wilbur: [as he and Lewis push the destroyed time machine] We'll sneak this thing into the garage. You'll have all the tools you need.

Lewis: What about your parents?

Wilbur: Mom never goes in there, and Dad's on a business trip until tomorrow morning. You've got till then to fix it.

Lewis: Well, fine, but I'm gonna need some blueprints or something for this.

Wilbur: No worries. I got someone who can help us with that.

Wilbur: [puts a fruit hat on Lewis' head after Carl the robot runs away, sucked up the travel tube when he saw him] If my family finds out I brought you from the past, they'll bury me alive, and dance on my grave. I'm not exaggerating! Well... Yes, I am, but not the point! The point is, your hair's a dead giveaway!

Lewis: [confused] Why would my hair be a dead giveaway?

Wilbur: That is an excellent question! [runs off]

Lewis: Wait, where are you going?

Wilbur: Another excellent question! [runs under the travel tube and is sucked up]

Lewis: But I don't just want to sit here.

Carl: What do you mean, don't go to the family? How can we not go to the family in this time of family crisis? By leaving the garage door unlocked, you let the time machine get stolen, and now the entire time stream could be altered! That and someone took my bike.

Wilbur: Look, I told you. It's gonna all work out. First, we keep Lewis in the garage away from everybody. I show up and give him the pep talk of the century. Then he fixes the time machine.

Carl: Why is it an acorn?

Wilbur: I didn't have time to sculpt everything. Okay, now, the time machine is fixed. His confidence in inventing is restored. He goes back to the science fair, fixes his Memory Scanner, thus restoring the space-time continuum.

Carl: What about taking him back to see his mom?

Wilbur: I just told him that to buy some time.

Carl: Oh, yeah, can't see that one blowing up in your face.

Wilbur: Trust me. I got it under control. Wilbur Robinson never fails. But on the slight chance that I do...

Carl: "On the slight chance," yeah. You know what? I'll run the numbers.

Wilbur: What is it?

Carl: Well, it's not. It doesn't pertain to anything in. You know, there's not necessarily, there's a 99.999999% chance that you won't exist.

Wilbur: What?

Carl: And I didn't want to tell you, but I did.

Wilbur: I won't exist?

Carl: And where does that leave me? Alone, rusting in a corner.

Wilbur: What am I worried about? Now, blueprints?

Carl: If this thing ever blows over, I really gotta get away from you and get some quiet time.

Grandpa Bud: [cheerfully when Lewis runs and bumps into him from behind] Well, hey there, little fella! Now, I know what you're thinking, and my clothes are not on backwards. My head is! [laughing] Oh, I used to tell that one to my science students. They didn't laugh, either. Anywho, what's your name, fruit-head?

Lewis: Well, Lewis, but...

Grandpa Bud: Lewis, huh? Well, say, Lewis, you haven't seen any teeth around here, have you?

Lewis: Teeth?

Grandpa Bud: Yeah, my teeth. [Lewis exclaims in disgust] Been digging holes all day. Can't find them anywhere.

Lewis: All right, look, old man, I need to get back to the garage. Wilbur left me down there, and I wasn't supposed to leave, and these monsters attacked me on the porch and...

Grandpa Bud: Monsters? There's no monsters on the porch, you ninny.

Lewis: Listen to me!

Grandpa Bud: Of course, I also didn't think there was a woodchuck living on my arm, and lookie there! Hope he ain't got rabies.

Lewis: Old man, I need to get to the garage!

Grandpa Bud: Well, sure, I'll get you there in a jiffy. I know a shortcut! [they enter the living room instead] Welcome to the garage! Well, I'm completely lost.

Aunt Billie: Hiya, Grandpa!

Grandpa Bud: Hey, Aunt Billie. Lewis and I are looking for the garage.

Gaston: We have a garage?

Grandpa Bud: Apparently so.

Gaston: Lewis, will you give me a hand and time my race? [gives Lewis a stopwatch]

Aunt Billie: Okay, Gaston, my toy train's ready for ya!

[A big toy train appears]

Lewis: That's a toy train?

Tallulah: Laszlo, you stop painting my hat, or I'm telling Ma!

Laszlo: Ah, lighten up, sis.

Tallulah: Lasz, I mean it!

Fritz: Children, please! Your mother is trying to take a nap.

Petunia: What is all the yelling out here?!

Tallulah: [in unison] He started it!

Laszlo: [in unison] She started it!

Petunia: I don't want to hear any more!

Fritz: Now, sweetie…

Petunia: [savagely slaps him in the face] Don't you "sweetie" me! I'm going for a drive. [the sound of a car roars away]

Grandpa Bud: That's strange. She usually takes the Harley.

Wilbur: [popping out of the bathroom toilet] Lewis?!

Grandpa Bud: Ooh, I bet my wife, Lucille's baking cookies. [opens the door, revealing Lucille dancing on the dance floor] Bake them cookies, Lucille!

Lewis: Why is your dog wearing glasses?

Grandpa Bud: Oh, because his insurance won't pay for contacts.

Grandpa Bud: Hey, Lefty, any idea how to get to the garage? Well, that's true. We didn't ask her yet.

Lewis: Who?

Grandpa Bud: Wilbur's mom, Franny. I think you'll like her.

Lewis: Right. Well, glad I could help with the teeth, but, wow, look at the time. [runs away and bumps into Wilbur]

Wilbur: Lewis, I told you to stay in the garage!

Lewis: I did, but I went up the tube, and I ran into your family and I--

Wilbur: [panicked stammering] You met my family?! [grabs him by the ear and drags him away into a dark room, then turns on the light] Pop quiz. Who have you met, and what have you learned?

Lewis: Okay. Bud, Fritz, and Joe are brothers. Fritz is married to Petunia, and is she…? [makes hand-puppet gesture]

Wilbur: Cranky? Yes.

Lewis: Tallulah and Lazslo are their children, Joe is married to Billie, Lefty is the butler, Spike and Dimitri are twins, and I don't know who they're related to.

Wilbur: Neither do we. Go on.

Lewis: Lucille is married to Bud, and your dad, Cornelius, is their son. [pause; curiously] What does Cornelius look like?

Wilbur: [thinks for a moment] Tom Selleck.

Lewis: [beat] Okay, Cornelius is married to Franny, and her brothers are Gaston and Art.

Wilbur: You're forgetting something.

Lewis: Forgetting-? Oh, right! Wilbur is the son of Franny and Cornelius.

Wilbur: And nobody realized that you were from the past?

Lewis: Nope. [Wilbur sighs with relief] Thank you, thank you! Hold your applause, thank you very much.

Lewis: [to Wilbur while fixing the time machine] I don't even know what I'm doing.

Wilbur: [scrubs the hatch with a sponge] Keep moving forward.

Lewis: I mean, this stuff is way too advanced for me.

Wilbur: [fixes the top of his hair] Keep moving forward.

Lewis: And what if I can't fix this, what are we gonna do?

Wilbur: [checks his teeth] Keep moving forward.

Lewis: Why do you keep saying that? And don't just say "keep moving forward".

Wilbur: It's my dad's motto.

Lewis: Why would his motto be "keep moving forward"?

Wilbur: It's what he does.

Lewis: What's that supposed to mean?

Wilbur: That is an excellent question. Robinson Industries, the world's leading scientific research and design factory. My dad runs the company. They mass produce his inventions. His motto: "Keep moving forward". It's what he does.

Lewis: What has he invented?

Wilbur: Everything. Carl, the time machine, the travel tubes.

Lewis: Your dad invented the time machine?

Wilbur: Yep. Five years ago, Dad wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. Wants to build a time machine. So, he starts working! We're talking plans, we're talking scale models, we're talking prototypes! [shows Lewis a small scrap of metal]

Lewis: That's a prototype?

Wilbur: The very first… Or, what's left of it.

Lewis: Yikes.

Wilbur: Yeah. Dark day at the Robinson house. Prototypes 2 and 3, not much better. Number 6, 58, 212, 485, 952, and they all end the same way. [holds up three signs of the word "Failure", a frowny face, and a toilet; shakes Lewis] But he doesn't give up! [pauses; looks at the fruit hat] Dude, I can't take you seriously in that hat. [Lewis is now wearing a cap] He keeps working and working until finally, he gets it. The first working time machine. Then, he keeps working and working until finally, he gets it again. The second working time machine.

Lewis: Kind of small.

Wilbur: I'm assuming that's a joke. I'm ignoring you for time reasons. This, my friend, is merely a model, because unfortunately, time machine #2… is in the hands of the Bowler Hat Guy. Pretty amazing story, huh?

Lewis: Yeah.

Wilbur: Now, are you ready to start working?

Lewis: I think that's it. I did it!

Wilbur: I knew you could. Nice work, my friend. [The time machine flies up, but falls, broken again] Well, you know what they say! "Keep moving…"

Lewis: [angrily interrupting] DON'T SAY IT! [sighs]

Franny: [on intercom] Boys, dinner time!

Wilbur: Not now, Mom.

Franny: If you aren't up here in five minutes, I'm gonna come down and get you.

[The boys look at the broken time machine, fearing that Franny will come down and see it, and realize they can't let that happen]

Wilbur: We'd better get up there.

Art: Reminds me of the time my meatball pizza staved off civil war on the black moon of Keward.

Gaston: Where are you from, Lewis?

Lewis: [awkwardly] Canada?

Tallulah: I think you mean North Montana. Hasn't been called Canada in years.

Gaston: And so, it begins. Ready, aim... FIRE! [fires a meatball at Franny in the cheek]

Franny: Ha. Surely that is not the best you can do. [sound doesn't match her lips]

Gaston: Impressive, little sister. Your skills are strong, but not strong enough.

Franny: Your words do not threaten me, brother.

Gaston: Then enough words. Now the real battle begins.

Franny: Your meatballs are useless against me.

Gaston: Then perhaps it's time for spicy Italian sausage.

Franny: [gasps] No! [After above scene]

Lewis: Is dinner like this every night?

Art: No. Yesterday we had meatloaf.

[Carl is having trouble with the malfunctioning PB and J gun, just like the one Lewis made after an incident with the Harringtons]

Wilbur: Just what the doctor ordered. [drags Lewis over] My friend Lewis is an inventor. He can fix it.

Lewis: Wilbur, you know I can't.

Grandma Lucille: Oh, come on. Give it a try!

Art: You don't understand what's at stake here. Uncle Joe's seen the toast!

Grandpa Bud: We're past the point of no return!

Aunt Billie: [comforting Uncle Joe husband as he's going under pressure] If he doesn't get PB and J…

Petunia: We all pay!

Bowler Hat Guy: Ah, yes! You are now under my control!

Frankie: I am now under your control.

Bowler Hat Guy: [laughs; Frankie does monotone laughing] Stop laughing!

Frankie: Stop laughing.

Bowler Hat Guy: Don't repeat everything I say!

Frankie: I won't repeat everything you say.

Bowler Hat Guy: Excellent!

Frankie: Excellent.

Bowler Hat Guy: Uh, did you just say "excellent" because I said "excellent"?!

Frankie: [lying] Uh, no.

Bowler Hat Guy: Excellent!

Frankie: Excellent.

Bowler Hat Guy: Did you not hear what I say you idiot?! Grab the boy and bring him!

Frankie: Well, it's just that, there's a lot of people over there, and I have little arms. I'm just not so sure how well this plan was thought through. [Bowler Hat Guy is dumbfounded] Master?

Bowler Hat Guy: What's going on?! Why aren't you seizing the boy?!

Tyrannosaur: [in dinosaur language] I have a big head and little arms. I'm just not so sure how well this plan was thought through. Master?

Bowler Hat Guy: [dumbfounded once again] Ugh, stupid, stupid, stupid!

Bowler Hat Guy: Little Doris now sleeps with the fishies.

[Doris takes the monitor out of his hands and smacks him in the head with it in rage]

Wilbur: Nice catch.

Lewis: Nice meatball shooting! Guess we made a pretty good team, huh?

Wilbur: Yeah, guess we did.

Lewis: [after Wilbur knocks the hat off his head, revealing his hair and secret to the Robinson family] Okay, it's true. I'm from the past. Now you know the big secret.

Franny: Wilbur, what have you done? How could you bring him here?!

Wilbur: That is an excellent question.

Lewis: Please, don't get mad at Wilbur. He was just being a good friend.

Franny: Lewis, I am so sorry, but you have to go.

Lewis: [upset] What? You just said...

Franny: I know what I said.

Lewis: I'm from the past. So what?

Franny: Lewis. Lewis, look at me. You're... You're a great kid, and we would never do anything to hurt you, but I'm sorry. You have to go back to your own time.

Wilbur: Yeah, about that, um... one of the time machines is broken, and the other one was stolen by a guy with a bowler hat, which, uhh... kind of explains the dino.

[The Robinsons all look at the Tyrannosaurus Rex]

Franny: [disappointedly] I'm calling your father. [about to walk back inside]

Lewis: Wait. If I have to leave, can I at least go back and find my mom? Wilbur promised.

Franny: [annoyed] You promised what?

Wilbur: I was never gonna do it. I swear. [gasps as he covers his mouth with his hand]

Lewis: [shocked and hurt] You lied to me?

Wilbur: [denies] No. [nervously smiles for a brief second, and admits, nodding his head] Yes. [Lewis grunts angrily over being deceived and starts to storm off] Lewis! Lewis, wait!

Lewis: [enraged] I can't believe I was dumb enough to actually believe you were my friend! [resumes running off in heartbreak]

Wilbur: I am your friend!

Franny: [sternly to Wilbur] Mister, you're grounded till you die. [walks back inside the house along with the other Robinsons]

Bowler Hat Guy: Oh, yes, Doris, it is a shame. All he wants to do is go back in time to meet the mother he never knew, but they won't let him. We'd let him, though. Too bad we don't have a time machine. Oh, wait, we do.

Lewis: Bowler Hat Guy?

Bowler Hat Guy: Hello, Lewis.

Lewis: What do you want?

Bowler Hat Guy: To make your dream come true. All you have to do is put Humpy Dumpty back together again, and we'll take you back to find your mommy.

Lewis: Why are you doing this to me? I never did anything to you.

Bowler Hat Guy: [amused] You still haven't figured it out!

Lewis: Figured out what?

Bowler Hat Guy: Let's see if this rings a bell. Father of the future, inventor extraordinaire, "Keep moving forward"?

Lewis: That's not me, that's Wilbur's dad. [Bowler Hat Guy stares at him expectantly. Lewis' eyes go wide in realization] Are you saying… I'm Wilbur's… Dad?

Bowler Hat Guy: Oh, give the boy a prize! You grow up to be the founder of this wretched time. So, I plan to destroy your destiny! Easy-peasy, rice and cheesy!

Lewis: [flabbergasted] Wait. So, if I'm Wilbur's dad...

Bowler Hat Guy: Keep going.

Lewis: Uh, if I'm Wilbur's dad...

Bowler Hat Guy: [irritated] Yes, thank you, we've established that!

Lewis: But... What does it have to do with you?

Bowler Hat Guy: Ah-ha! Allow me to shed some light on the subject. [turns on the light, revealing their old room in the orphanage]

Lewis: [gasps] My old room!

Bowler Hat Guy: I think you mean OUR old room.

Lewis: [confused] What?

Bowler Hat Guy: [removes his cloak, revealing a too-small, filthy Little League Baseball uniform] Ah, yes! Yes, it is I, Mike Yagoobian!

Lewis: [in disgust and horror] Ugh!

Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob: I know! I'm disgusting! But one learns to love it!

Lewis: How'd you end up like this?!

Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob: Well, it's a long and pitiful story, about a young boy with a dream. a dream of winning a Little League championship. [flashback to a Little League baseball game; he is asleep in the outfield and fails to catch a ball; voice-over] A dream that was ruined in the last inning. We lost by one run because of me.

[Goob is surrounded by baseball players, all preparing to beat him up in anger and fury]

Baseball player: GET HIM!

[Fade to him in the orphanage, angrily talking to some parents about his bad day]

Mike "Goob" Yagoobian: [infuriated] If I hadn't fallen asleep, I would have caught the ball! And we would have won! Do you understand?!

Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob: [voice-over] For some reason, no one wanted to adopt me.

Reporter: [over the radio] Whiz kid Cornelius Robinson graduates from college at age 14 - This year's Nobel Prize goes to a young Cornelius Robinson…

[Goob walks down the school hallway, carrying his unicorn binder, and ignoring some students]

Student #1: Hey, Goob, what's up? Cool binder.

Student #2: Hey, Goob, want to come over to my house today?

Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob: [voice-over] They all hated me. Eventually, they closed down the orphanage and everyone left... except me.

Reporter: [on radio] Cornelius Robinson rebuilds Inventco - Robinson reaches out to - Cornelius Robinson - Cornelius Robinson is now - Now here's another amazing...

[30 years later…]

Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob: [voice-over] It was then that I realized it wasn't my fault. It was yours! If you hadn't kept me up all night working on your stupid project, then I wouldn't have missed the catch. So, I devised a brilliant plan to get revenge. [throwing eggs at Robinson Industries] Robinson, you STINK! [voice-over] Then, just as I was on the brink of destroying Robinson Industries, I met…her. [Doris appears, a cephalopod-like robotic bowler hat] We retreated to our villainous lair, where Doris spun a tale of deception and woe. Apparently, you invented her to be a helping hat, a slave to humankind. But Doris knew she was capable of so much more. [Doris takes control of the lab assistant] However, you didn't see her true potential.

Cornelius: Got it!

Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob: [voice-over] So, you shut her down, or so you thought. [Doris breaks out of her cell] We both had a score to settle with you, and while my plan for revenge was brilliant, Doris' was… well, we went with Doris'. But I made a very, very important contribution. Together, we made the perfect team. [watches Wilbur entering the garage at the Robinson house through night-vision goggles]

Franny: [off-screen] Wilbur, make sure you shut that door tight or else the alarm won't engage.

Wilbur: Yeah, Mom. [leaves the garage, but forgot to lock the door]

Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob: [voice-over] I went to your house, snuck in the garage, and stole the time machine. All thanks to that pointy-haired little kid who forgot to lock the garage door. [laughs; end of flashback] And now all that's left is to return to Inventco, where I'll pass off your little gizmo as my own.

Lewis: But you have no idea what that could do to this future!

Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob: I don't care! I just want to ruin your life!

Lewis: Goob, I had no idea!

Bowler Hay Guy/Future Goob: Shut up! And don't call me "Goob"! How many evil villains do you know who can pull off a name like "Goob"? Bleh!

Lewis: Look, I'm sorry your life turned out so bad, but don't blame me, you messed it up yourself. You just focused on the bad stuff when all you had to do was... let go of the past... and keep moving forward.

Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob: Hmm, let's see... take responsibility for my own life or blame you? Dingdingdingdingding! Blame you wins hands down! [laughs cackles evilly]

Wilbur: I bet you're glad to see me! [Lewis punches him in the arm] OW!

Lewis: That's for not locking the garage door!

Wilbur: Ah! [awkwardly] You know about that?

Lewis: I know everything.

Wilbur: You gotta admit, this'll be a great story to tell me someday.

Bowler Hay Guy/Future Goob: [as Doris brings the Memory Scanner back] Take a good look around, boys, because your future is about to change. [heads to the past]

Wilbur: Lewis, you have to fix the time machine!

Lewis: No, no, I–I can't! [In the past, Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob has entered Inventco, laughs evilly] What about your dad?! You could call him!

Wilbur: You are my dad!

Lewis: But that's in the future!

Wilbur: There won't be a future, unless you fix the time machine! [In the past, Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob is showing off the memory scanner] Look, I messed up. I left the garage unlocked and I've tried like crazy to fix things... But now it's up to you. [In the past, Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob is about to sign a contract] You can do it, Dad! [starts to vanish] Lewis? Lewis! [turns into a ball of light, flies over the Robinson yard and is sucked into the sky]

Lewis: Wilbur? Wilbur! Wilbur.

[Lewis watches a memory of Doris taking over the city and betraying Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob from the Memory Scanner]

Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob: Doris, what's happening?! I don't understand! I just wanted to ruin his future, not this! [a flock of bowler hats come down and attack him] NOOOO!

Lewis: [as Doris reveals herself after the Memory Scanner shuts off; horrified] No. No, this can't be happening! NO!

[The Robinson family members appear, all under Doris' control]

Franny: [under Doris' control] Oh, Lewis. It's already happened.

Lewis: Why did I ever invent that stupid hat?! [gets an idea] Take a good look around, Doris, 'cause your future's about to change. [time-travels to the past, where Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob is signing a contract] Goob, stop! You don't know what you're doing!

Bowler Hay Guy/Future Goob: [angrily] YES, I DO! I'm ruining your future! (After what you done me wrong!)

Lewis: She's using you, Goob, and when she gets what she wants, she'll get rid of you.

Bowler Hay Guy/Future Goob: What? What?

Lewis: [facing Doris, before she starts to attack him; bravely] I am never going to invent you. [Doris freezes, trembling, and disappears from existence] Come on, Goob. I've got to show you something.

[Lewis and Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob enter the future]

Bowler Hay Guy/Future Goob: [hurt and understanding that Doris was using him; last words] Doris? I thought she was my friend.

Lewis: [pries Wilbur off of Bowler Hat Guy/Future Goob while he attacks him] Let him go!

Wilbur: Wh-what are you doing?! He's the bad guy!

Lewis: No, he's not, he's my roommate.

Wilbur: What?

Lewis: [pulls Wilbur aside; quietly] He's my old roommate, and I really think you guys should adopt him.

Wilbur: Are you nuts?

Lewis: Give me a good reason why not.

Wilbur: I'll give you three good reasons. He stole our time machine, tried to ruin your future, and he smells like he hasn't showered in 30 years!

Lewis: [grabs Wilbur by the ear; whispering sternly] May I remind you, I'm your father, and you have to do what I say.

Wilbur: Okay, Mr. Yagoobian, do you want to be a Robins-- [notices that Bowler Hay Guy/Future Goob has disappeared] Where'd he go?

Lewis: Goob? [calling out] Goob! Goob.

Cornelius: [in the garage] Franny, they're gone! Oh, this is terrible!

Franny: Oh, boy.

Grandpa Bud: Well, he's home early.

Cornelius: Franny, where are you?! [runs out] The time machines are gone! [sees Lewis] Oh, oh! [Lewis waves awkwardly at his future self, who does the same thing, before looking questioningly at everyone else; Wilbur tries to sneak away, But Franny grabs him by the arm and points to him; unimpressed] Mm-hmm.

Wilbur: [deadpan] Ratted out by the old lady. Harsh.

Carl: Have a safe trip, little Lewis.

Lewis: I will.

Carl: Hey, while I got you here, just a couple of little suggestions regarding my design. [takes out picture of buff self] Let's face it, these skinny limbs don't exactly make the teapot whistle. All that really matters is, hey, don't forget to invent me.

Lewis: Are you kidding? No way!

Carl: I love you.

Lewis: [to Bud and Lucille] There's so many things I wish I could ask you.

Wilbur: Excuse me. Time travel now, questions later.

Lewis: But I...

Grandma Lucille: Don't worry. Just get back to that science fair, and we'll see you real soon.

Lewis: Oh, right. Right, okay, I will. Bye!

Grandpa Bud: Goodbye, son!

Lewis: Thanks again for everything!

Franny: Wait! Lewis, one more thing.

Lewis: Yeah?

Franny: Just a little tip for the future. I am always right. Even when I'm wrong, I'm right.

Cornelius: She's right. I'd just go with it if I were you. And I am.

Lewis: Then you're absolutely right. [Wilbur honks the horn] All right, I'm coming.

Wilbur: Well, it's not like you're never gonna see them again. They are your family, after all.

[Lewis and Wilbur time travel to the rainy night of the beginning events of the movie]

Lewis: Wait a minute. You're supposed to take me back to the science fair.

Wilbur: I know.

[The time machine flies down in front of the orphanage and turns invisible]

Lewis: Well, I think you punched in the wrong numbers.

Wilbur: We agreed that, if you fixed the time machine, I'd take you back to see your mom.

Lewis: What? [looks outside and sees his mother approaching the orphanage, carrying him as an infant in a box; mouths "Mom" inaudible]

Wilbur: [presses a button, opening the hatch] A deal's a deal.

[Lewis and Wilbur return to the past after Lewis decided to let his mother go, because he realized that he already has a family]

Wilbur: I don't get it. Why'd you just let her go?

Lewis: Because… I already have a family.

[Lewis starts up the Memory Scanner and the monitor shows Lucille's memory of her getting married with a younger version of Grandpa Bud]

Lewis: Bud?

Bud: [appearing out of nowhere; amazed] Would you look at that?

Lucille: Oh, honey! Honey, you're just in time!

Lewis: Lucille!

Mr. Willerstein: You did it, Lewis! You did it! This invention is brilliant!

Coach: Kid, you're this fair's MVP!

Reporter: Over here? There he is. Kid, we'd like to get a story on you for the local paper. [shakes hands with Lewis] You've got a bright future ahead of you.

Lewis: [looks at Lucille, Bud, and Young Franny; smiling dreamily] Yeah.

[At the orphanage… Lewis packs up his trunk as he's being adopted by Bud and Lucille, says goodbye to Goob while he's being interviewed by a couple wanting to adopt him and talking about winning the Little League championship; Outside, he and Mildred hug, gets in Bud and Lucille's car, then waves farewell to Mildred as they drive off, who then waves at him in return]

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