Miles From Tomorrowland (2015) s01e01 Episode Script

1 Miles, Miles from Tomorrowland Miles, Miles from Tomorrowland Never could I go too far Never could I fly too high It's all inside of me Living out the dream with my family I venture all the way New places every day Oh, yeah, we're gonna zip Gonna take a trip in a rocket ship We're counting down The engine's on The time is now To rocket, rocket! Rocket, rocket! Whoa, oh I'm a hero to the core And I'm going to explore way out Whoa, oh nowhere ever is too far I'm shooting through the stars way out Miles, Miles from Tomorrowland Miles, Miles from Tomorrowland Ready to beat our speed record, Merc? Activating race mode.
Ready, steady Blast off, buddy! Whoo-hoo! Yeah.
Yes.
- Uh-oh - Keep going, I got this.
Laserang! Launch.
Merc, beak-tweak.
Quick.
Obstacles everywhere.
Dodge 'em, Merc.
Under.
Over.
Whoa! Incoming.
Whoa! Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo.
Stella, time check.
Forty-five seconds elapsed, Miles.
Blastastic! That was our fastest run yet, Merc.
Now we just need some competition.
- Hey, Dad.
- Ow! I'm okay! Hey there, Miles.
How's it orbiting? Great.
Merc and I are here to challenge you to a race around the Stellosphere! Aw, I'd love to, kiddo.
But I can't just yet.
Check it out.
I'm building a new booster jet for the StarJetter.
This'll make her go even faster.
Whoa.
Hey! Whoa.
Look out.
See? So, meteor-shower-check on that race, okay? Okay, Dad.
Come on, Merc.
Mom's an even faster runner than Dad.
Hey, I heard that! Stella, show me the fastest starship route through the Pegasus constellation.
Calculating, Captain Callisto.
Merc, hit the brakes.
Whoa! Ah, oops.
Sorry, Mom.
That's okay, sweetie.
You two sure are in hyper-drive today.
Yeah, we're getting really fast.
Wanna race us? Oh, wish I could.
But I've got to map a galactic highway route for the Tomorrowland Transit Authority.
Why don't you ask your sister? You want me to race you? Come on, Loretta.
You're not doing anything important.
Except cataloging every alien culture in the universe.
Aw.
Okay.
Ready? Set - Go! - Whoo-hoo! You win.
Callistos, please report to the Bridge.
Incoming call from the Tomorrowland Transit Authority.
Race you to the Bridge.
Merc, turbo-mode.
Whoa.
Ah! Brothers.
Definitely a new speed record.
Now that we're all here.
Stella, activate holo-screen.
Callistos reporting for duty.
What can we do for the TTA? Captain Callisto.
We need your help.
There's an out-of-control ice cream delivery shuttle in your quadrant.
Did someone say ice cream? I'll take a Mars Rover Ripple.
- Just press the button, Crick.
- Hold on, I'll get it.
Here it is! The malfunctioning shuttle is headed at top-speed for a crash on Io, the fifth moon of Jupiter.
Io? That moon is covered in fiery, lava-spewing volcanoes.
Think of the ice cream, everybody! The shuttle's thrusters are stuck in overdrive, and the pilot is locked in his own freezer.
Whoa.
How did that happen? Ice cream melted on the controls.
Happens to me all the time.
Hey, that's Lucky Sinclair.
We went to engineering camp together.
Nice guy.
Not so lucky.
The shuttle requires a manual restart.
You can see why we called you, Captain.
Of course, we called her "Captain.
" She is the Captain.
Oh-de-boy.
Mission received, Admirals.
We'll catch that shuttle, save that pilot, and be back home in time for dinner! And watch out for space junk, it's everywhere.
- Tomorrowland, over the moon - And out.
- I was going to say that.
- I got there first.
If we're going to catch that runaway shuttle, we need to move.
Everyone, to the StarJetter! Merc, seatbelt check.
- Destination? - Locked.
- Rocket boosters? - Engaged.
- Ignition is a go.
- Callistos, let's rocket.
C-C-Come in, please.
Anyone? Hello? Lucky.
Are you there? Lucky.
C-C-Come in, please.
Oh! Leo Callisto.
Hey, Lucky.
Good to see you.
You're a sight for cold eyes.
Are you almost here? Io's getting closer and I'm almost astronaut ice cream.
Lucky, we're on our way.
Hang tight.
Leo, take us to top speed.
- Yeah! - I think I'm gonna be space-sick.
- Leo! Space junk.
- Already in the zone.
But you might want to hold onto your space helmets.
I'm just trying to hold onto my lunch.
Whoa! Whoo-hoo.
- Superstellar flying, Dad! - Thanks, kiddo.
It's all about - Incoming.
- D'oh! Ahem.
Quick thinking.
Mom, my display says the shuttle's still going too fast.
It's going to crash before we can catch it.
We're already maxing out our thrusters.
We need a turbo-boost.
Just like Merc has.
Miles, we are not strapping Merc to the bottom of the StarJetter.
No, not Merc.
I mean something else that can go fast.
Like Dad's new booster jet.
I didn't have time to install it, but I can rig it under our ship.
It's worth a try.
But, Leo, be careful.
Okay, Phoebe, this baby's ready to blast.
Now let's just hope that turbo booster works.
Whoa! - Plasma-bunga! - Yes.
- Superstellar! - It worked.
And there's the shuttle.
Io's gravity is really pulling it down.
Go! We have five minutes before Lucky's shuttle hits Io.
You get us into position with the shuttle.
- I'll operate the space tunnel.
- On it! So who's going to go aboard - the shuttle to restart its systems? - We'll do it! Merc and I are the fastest in the family.
Alright, Miles.
You have less than five minutes to stop that shuttle.
Deploying space tunnel.
- Back in a nanosec, Loretta.
- Miles, just be careful.
Thanks for having my back, sis.
Setting QuestCom to race mode.
Ready Blast off! Mom, we're inside.
Whoa, and the gravity's off.
Okay, the systems must be malfunctioning.
You need to turn on the override controls, then power down the shuttle with the big red lever.
That will open the freezer and free Lucky.
Got it.
This is all you, Merc.
Beak tweak.
- Lucky, are you okay? - Yes, thanks.
I was headed from the freezer into the frying pan.
Now let's get these rockets back on before we crash into Io.
I can't keep the ships connected.
Oh, no, the space tunnel! Uh, I can't reach the restart button.
It's the only thing that'll keep us from crashing.
Turbo-mode, Merc.
Don't worry.
I got this.
Laserang, uh, launch! That's my brother.
- Thanks, Loretta.
- I think I'm ready for a vacation.
Someplace without ice cream.
- Lucky, you all right? - Uh-huh.
Thanks for everything, Callistos.
- Bye, Lucky.
- Stay safe, Lucky.
- Bye.
See ya! - Thanks for the ice cream! Great work, Miles.
That mission took fast feet and fast thinking.
Thanks, Mom.
Maybe there is something to this racing stuff after all.
- Is that a challenge? - Sure.
As long as I get to ride Merc this time.
You'll have to catch him first! Come on, Miles.
Let me have a turn.
Me and you.
'Cause we're going faster than the speed of sound.
Whoo-hoo.
Yeah.
Whoo-hoo.
Watch this, Merc.
Yeah.
All right.
Whoa.
Miles? Yeah! My Blast Board.
Whoop! Lose something, Miles? Almost.
Thanks, Dad.
No problem, kiddo.
Boy, this thing is well-built.
Mind if I try it out? Sure, but it's not as easy as it Whoo! Whoa.
Yeah.
Hang infinity.
- Whoa.
- Gravity engage.
Blastastic, Dad.
I didn't know you could grind like that.
Yeah, I was pretty good back in the day.
Hey, can you teach me those moves? Sure! But first, let's fix this baby up.
It got a little banged around when it hit the Stellosphere.
A little here a little there Hey, Dad, why don't you use the Quantumatic Mom gave you for Christmas? Well, that's great for some jobs, Miles.
But whenever I work on my Blast Board, I do it the old school way.
You have a Blast Board? - Sure do.
Wanna see? - Sure.
- Miles, meet Moonshredder.
- Moonshredder? She's a beaut, huh? Yeah, but it's kinda too long, don't you think? Well, that's just how they made 'em back then.
The longer they are, the more power they have.
But how do you turn? It must take forever.
Maybe.
But you can ride a solar wind with this baby for galactic years.
- Wanna see some holo-pics? - Sure.
These were my old surfin' buds.
Moondoggie Einstein, Tiki Torch Yeager, Hawkeye Hawking.
Is that Mom? Oh, yeah! She used to rip the sky back then.
- And you know this guy.
- Seriously? - Yep, that's me.
- Whoa.
Pretty gnarly, huh? I don't know what gnarly means, but it sure is blastastic.
That's what I said.
Oh, I wish I could've surfed with you back then.
You know we used to go to a place, not far from here, called the Zuma Whirlpool.
- The Zuma what-pool? - It's an astral whirlpool.
A giant space storm of swirling energy and matter.
- Whoa.
You surfed that? - Totally.
The quantum waves around the top are righteous.
Hey, maybe we could go out there this weekend.
I could show you a few tricks.
Really, Dad? That'd be surfer stellar.
- You want to go where? - Zuma Whirlpool.
It's just a few light years from here.
What if you get sucked into that thing? Oh, as long as you stay on the green waves you're safe.
- And it's the best ride ever.
- Ah, Zuma, so many memories.
And new ones to make, honey.
Why don't we all go this weekend? - I've still got your old Blast Board.
- Nova Blue? Oh, sorry, Leo.
I promised the Transit Authority we'd finish that gamma ray scan by Monday.
Aw, craters.
Wait, you only need one person to help you scan, right, Mom? Right.
I'll do it.
That way they can still go surfing.
Really? Loretta, you're the best big sister ever.
I have my moments.
And there's no way you're getting me near that whirlpool.
Aw, your first father-son trip.
Uh, oh, I mean, father-son-robo-ostrich trip.
Look out, Zuma, here we come! Ah.
This is the life, eh, dude? "Dude"? What's that mean? Oh, just what us surfers call each other.
Oh, well, then, this is the life, dude.
Whoa.
Is that Zuma? Awesome, isn't it? Although those quantum waves are a little gnarlier than I remember.
Mom and Loretta are gonna be so jealous they didn't come.
Quadrant 3552.
21 GZK.
Got it.
Hey, Mom? Why do we record gamma rays with this old thing? It helps us warn space travelers about dangerous energy bursts.
Yeah, but why don't we just leave it on and then send out a signal? Then, everyone could download the data onto their QuestComs.
Then, everyone would have a warning system on their wrists! Galactic thinking, Loretta! Quadrant 3568.
7 GZK.
Wow.
There's gonna be a big gamma ray eruption out there.
Wait.
Quadrant 356? Isn't that where the Zuma Whirlpool is? It sure is.
We've gotta warn Dad and Miles before they get there.
- I am ready to ride.
- Hold on there, Miles.
Surfin' the whirlpool can be a little tricky.
Why don't you watch me first? Gravity disengage.
You paddle out like this, see? Then you turn into the current, wait for an energy wave, and Whoo.
Dude! I'm in the barrel.
This is so gnarly.
- Whoo-hoo.
- Now I know what "gnarly" means.
Leo, come in.
Do you read me, Leo? There's too much interference.
You're right.
They'll never hear us.
If they're not in trouble yet, they will be soon.
Let's go.
What do you think, Miles? Ready to give it a whirl? - Uh-oh.
- Dad! What is that? A gamma ray burst.
A star must have gone supernova nearby.
Lay low, grab Merc, and hang on.
'Cause here come the gamma rays.
Whoa.
Dad? Merc? Wow! That was intense! - Dad! Are you okay? - Oh yeah, I'm okay.
But sometimes it's not the rays you gotta worry about.
It's the backtow Whoa! Dad! Uh-oh.
The gamma rays just spiked at 9.
9.
Not a good sign.
And neither is that.
Dad! Are you okay? I'm fine.
Stand back and I'll surf up.
Whoa! He'll never make it by himself.
I gotta go down there.
Uh-uh! Don't worry Merc, I'll be fine.
Back in a nanosec.
Whoa! Dad.
Grab the tether.
Nice one, kiddo.
Now let's get out of here before we get blasted again.
You got it.
Oh, space burn.
This isn't working.
Your board doesn't have enough power to get us both out of here.
And Moonshredder can't steer through the plasma.
- Oh, too bad we can't put them together.
- Miles, that's it.
We can! I'll use my QuestCom to weld them together.
- You steer, I'll rocket.
- On it.
- Yes.
- Ha! Plasma-bunga! It's working.
One, two, three - Yeah.
- All right.
Oh, we are the best father-son surfing team to ever rock the universe.
I mean best father-son-robo-ostrich team.
Now let's go home.
Hey, where's the StarJetter? Uh-oh.
It must've gotten blown away by the gamma ray burst.
How are we gonna get home? Did somebody order a StarJetter? What? I'll be a space-monkey's uncle.
- You guys need a ride? - Thanks, honey.
Let's go.
Not so fast.
We just got here, dude.
Yeah, we want to surf too.
Hey, I thought you were afraid of getting sucked into the whirlpool.
That was before I made my own gamma ray warning system.
Which, according to my latest readings, says there won't be any more gamma storms today.
Whoo-hoo.
Whoo-hoo.
What do you say, Miles? Wanna go again? With the whole family? Totally, dude.
Yeah! Whoa! All right! Yeah! Whoo! Uh-oh.
Uh-oh.