[Child laughing]
What's up with her?
Shh.
She's sleeping.
The water's nice and warm.
Let's stick her hand in it and see if...
Don't even think about it.
Hey, hi.
When did you guys get here?
Just now. Why are you so tired?
I haven't gotten any sleep in 3 days.
Aunt Stephanie is in town.
Uh-oh.
The snoring machine.
It's unbelievable.
The sound comes right through the wall.
It's like a lawnmower in my head.
There's a cure for that.
There is?
Sure. Stick cotton in her nose.
It'll stop her from snoring,
or make her head explode.
A!
Well, at least I got a story out of it.
You have a story about a snoring au?
No fool, about house guests.
It's fun havinvisitors,
but when you invite someone over,
you'd better make sure
you know what you're getting into.
'Cause even a cool visitor
can overstay their welcome.
But there's another kind of guest.
The kind that comes by surprise.
The kind that comes uninvited,
and totally unexpected.
That's the worst kind.
And in my story,
there's a guest who won't leave
until it gets what it wants.
Submitted for the approval
of the Midnight Society.
I call this story...
[Loud rock music]
Whoa, eclectic riff.
No. Play it like this.
[Soft piano]
That's cool,
if you're writing elevator tunes.
Perch, you gotta hear the music.
No, man, you gotta feel the music.
How do you feel music with no beat?
Jeff and Perch were best friends
who decided to form a band and write music.
Only problem was
they had different ideas
about what good music was.
Just 'cause you've got a guitar?
[Alarm goes off]
Showtime.
Where's your little brother, dude?
Upstairs in his room playing a video game.
I hope.
Sherman, this is awesome.
Your dad must be some kind of genius.
Yeah, right.
He's a research egghead.
And don't call me Sherman. I hate it.
What kind of research?
Stuff with satellites.
He doesn't talk about it much.
It's all top secret.
Top secret?
Un-pukin'-believable.
Well, believe it.
'Cause tonight, it's gonna get us this.
World War Four!
The battle of the century.
And we're pulling it down for free.
Yes!
OK, we're online.
Now all I gotta do is jump a couple of security gates,
and up into the satellite.
Man, my father could access any satellite in the sky.
He could probably dial up the space shuttle.
Yo, Sherman.
What's the peabody project?
Don't!
My father will kill us
if he finds out we're doing this.
Chill.
I was just looking at it.
What is it?
It's dad's big project.
Something about deep space communication.
Deep space?
You mean like, we could dial up Captain Kirk?
Jeff, you down there?
Oh, man. If he snitches, we're dead.
Don't touch anything.
You're not supposed to be down there.
You're not gonna tell Mom and Dad, are you?
I'm kinda feeling like a banana split.
Great.
Blackmailed by a 9-year-old.
I guess you want some too, Montana?
"To engage, type peabody."
Extreme!
Where's the chocolate sauce?
Enter coordinates?
What coordinates?
"Once coordinates selected,
input message."
Message?
[Beep]
OK.
I got a message for you.
[Musical tones]
Absolutely.
Message received.
Yeah, right.
You're not gonna tell Mom and Dad
about Perch and me in the basement, are you?
Not if you put some cherries on it.
OK.
How do I turn this bad boy off?
[Beeping]
Incoming message?
No way!
[Loud musical tones]
What was that?
I don't know.
Finish your sundae.
What did you do?
I told you not to touch anything!
I made a call, man!
Across the universe. Somebody answered back!
I told you not to touch anything!
I didn't think it would work!
You think, like... I had a close encounter?
No. It was probably just an echo
off an asteroid or something.
[Horn honking]
Oh, man! My parents!
Put this away. I'll power down.
Guys, we're home.
Is everything OK?
Yeah. Sure.
Why not?
Promise.
Absolutely.
Except you did the one thing
we asked you never to do.
Sorry.
I know we shouldn't have done it, but...
Hey, Mom.
If you give him ice cream before bed,
he'll never get to sleep.
Right.
Right, ice cream.
Yeah.
That was kind of a bad move.
Come on, sweetie, let's clean you up.
Life on the ed.
[Rumbling sound]
[Whimpering]
We should write a love song.
We can't miss with a love song.
We've never been in love, Sherman.
It's not real if you gotta make it up.
At Dyont to write about?
Life on the road, beinfr
gerthhighy leads you.
You've never been out of this town.
Hey, I'm going to my aunt's for Thanksgiving.
What a rebel.
Hi, honey. Hi, Perch.
Where you going?
Your father's banquet. I'm already late.
Dinner's ready. Just nuke it.
Make sure Bobby eats.
Oh, I can't seem to find Montana.
Probably got sprayed by a skunk again.
See if you can find him.
Yeah, sure.
Bye. Be good.
No wonder you can't write music, Sherman.
Your life is, like, boring.
A love song.
Montana!
Let's go find him.
You're gonna stay here and play t-ball.
Perch and I'll go find Montana.
How come?
Because if he comes back
and no one's here, he might leave again.
Oh. OK.
Come on.
Why can't I stay and play t-ball?
Montana!
Montana?
Know what our problem is, Sherman?
Yeah. We can't write music
'cause our lives are so dull.
Exactly.
¶ I ate spaghetti 3 nights in a row ¶
¶ I stopped at study hall today ¶
¶ Da da da da ¶
¶ My mom made me breakfast ¶
¶ I ate and went to school ¶
We're lost, sherman.
Lost in a dweeb-like comfort-zone wasteland.
Montana!
Homerun! Yes!
This is Montana's.
Are you sure?
It's not all slobbery.
[Leaves crunching]
Jeff?
Perch?
Jeff?
Is that you, boy?
Montana!
No! No!
Get away!
Jeff! Help! Help, Jeff!
Aaaaaahhhh!
Montana!
Here, poochie.
He's never been gone this long.
I hope nothing--
[leaves crunch]
What was that?
[Leaves rustling]
Better not be that skunk.
Montana?
[Computer voice] Montana?
Who's there?
That's not funny, man!
Whoa! Sherman!
You got some serious spiders here.
[Musical tones]
What is that?
I don't want to be a bummer,
but that sounded like the music...
From last night.
Like from outer space.
Whoa! The light's on, but nobody's home.
[Tinkling sound]
I guess that's the doorbell.
It's gone.
M-m-maybe it was, like...
Vaporized.
Bobby!
Where is he?
Maybe he's inside.
Dad's home.
Dad, there's this thing in the woods--
[beeping]
He never leaves this on.
What's that?
It's the peabody thing.
That's us, and that's where I sent the messages.
It's clear across the galaxy, man.
5 messages?
Received?
What's that mean?
[Musical tones]
They're messages stored in memory.
Those dots show where each one came from.
They're getting closer.
The last one came from earth.
Whatever it is...
It's here.
You find Bobby. I'll call on the cellular.
Bobby.
Yo! You in here?
[Computer voice] In here?
Bobmeister?
You in here?
Come on, Bobby.
Don't fool around.
Come on, answer!
[Beeping]
This isn't a game, Bobby.
Come on out!
There's another one coming!
Aaah! Aaaaahhhh!
Perch!
There's another one coming!
Some kind of invasion!
Bobby!
Perch!
Bobby!
Are you OK.
The air is bad in here, man.
You gotta get us out.
Cover up.
It the m, Jeff.
What?
They do everything in tones.
If you play d-sharp, the tubes will open.
D-sharp?
OK, you got it. Hang on.
Hurry!
Watch out for those webs.
[Plays d-sharp tone]
Avering tone]
[Plays d-sharp tone]
Come on, guys, we gotta get out of here.
The other one just landed.
Nobody move.
This doesn't look good.
Stay still. Don't touch anything.
Here it comes again! Get away!
What happened?
Look!
[Computer voice speaking foreign languages]
Parlez vous francais? Entiende de espana?
Your language is English.
Yeah.
What do you want?
I came to take my child home.
He came to your planet whe heard your message.
[Musical tones]
That's our song!
In our language, that means "we're toys."
He came to play with toys.
He's a kid?
Yes.
Who knew?
[Musical tones]
That means "I've come to play."
We are not toys, lady.
We are people.
I am sorry. We will leave you now.
Please don't think badly of my son.
He only came to play.
You guys OK?
Let me check if my molecules are like...
Simpatico.
You OK?
Yeah. I think so.
You're our hero, Sherman.
Look!
You thinking what I'm thinking?
What are we waiting for?
The guys didn't get in trouble
because Jeff's dad was so happy
the peabody project actually worked.
As for their songwriting,
Jeff and perch finally found something
interesting to write about.
And they played their song for the first time
to a very special audience.
You ready?
Let's rock!
[Rock music plays]
¶ We are the toys ¶
¶ We are the toys ¶¶
The end.
Good one!
I declare this meeting of the Midnight Society
closed.
Hey, Sam, could I sleep over tonight?
Uh, sorry, my parents are painting.
The place is a mess.
Hey, Bet.
Sorry. My cousin's already sleeping over.
Ah, come on, Gar.
I gotta get some sleep.
My dad snores worse than your aunt. Guaranteed.
Yeah, he keeps me up, too.
Ah, gotta find a...
Captioned by Grant Brown