[First lines; The Conrad family are driving in the Poconos region of Pennsylvania to drop off their kids, Jason and Michelle, at Grandmum's cottage for the summer]
[as Michelle's doll's shoe hits him on his head on purpose; which made him very angry] MOMMY!!! She did that again!!!
CMrs. Conrad
Oh, Michelle. Come on, we're almost here. Now apologize to your big brother.
CMrs. Conrad
I hope you two don't act this way while you're at Grandmum's.
[excited] Yay, Grandmum's cottage!
Yay, Grandmum's cottage. You know, Trevor's at Space Camp right now.
CMrs. Conrad
Jason, you'll get to go to Space Camp after Grandmum's cottage. You're just going to need to be patient.
I just love Grandmum's cottage! Are we almost there?
CMr. Conrad
You should know where we are, cupcake, unless you aren't wearing your glasses again. [the car pulls up in front of the cottage] Hey, hey, hey! We're here!
[walks out of the door and to the car; excitedly] Hello, sweeties! How's my two favorite twin pumpkins?
[in unison] Hi, Grandmama.
[in unison] Hi, Grandmama.
Oh, that's Grandmum to you, you little bugs!
CMr. Conrad
Oh, you kids are gonna like it here. Your grandpa finished this place when I was about your age.
That's right. Built the whole place himself, he did. Quite a man, your grandpop. [gets a hug from Michelle] Oh! Goodness, now, which one are you, then?
We're not identical twins, Grandmum.
Just remember, I'm the cutest one.
And I'm the one who's supposed to be at Space Camp. [gets out of the car]
CMrs. Conrad
Okay, that's everything. I'm afraid we have to run or we'll miss our flight.
CMr. Conrad
Thanks for watching the kids, Mom. Jason and Michelle, we'll call you when we get there.
Have a good trip. And don't you worry about these two, they'll be just fine here. No better place for kids, you know.
CMr. Conrad
That's right.
CMrs. Conrad
Bye-bye, sweethearts, we love you! Be good for your grandmum.
CMr. Conrad
And have fun!
Come on, pumpkins! You can give me a hand with supper.
[The car starts pulling away but comes back after a few seconds]
CMr. Conrad
Jason, your mom and I know you'd rather be at Space Camp right now, so we got you and Michelle something that might make the time go faster. Now, be sure you take turns with your little sister. We'll call you for tonight, bud.
[While Jason plays with the Rockhopper and Michelle looks through a telescope in the attic, the ship magically comes to life and Jason meets the penguin troops for the first time]
Jason T. Conrad. We want your help!
Of course we are, kid. It's much easier to do our jobs that way.
Get in here, Jason. The galaxy waits for no man!
What? I can't. I'm too big.
Ah, too big, too big. When I was your size, I was twice your size. [to Fidgel] Dr. Fidgel, galeezle him.
Yes, right away. [fires the galeezle and a big claw comes out of the ship, grabbing Jason]
Hey! [gets reeled into the ship] I… I… I can't believe you guys are alive.
Either that or you're daydreaming.
That's true. Sensors indicate that he could be daydreaming.
But no time for small talk now, we've got work to do.
But what about my little sister? Was she coming too?
Don't worry, she will get a chance. But for now, you are the one that we wanted.
All right, guys, I think it's time that we briefed our new cadet. Now, listen. I'm Captain Zidgel. And that's my ship. Over there, we have Dr. Fidgel.
This is the ship's pilot and engineer, First Officer Midgel. And, um, [clears throat] that's, uh, Kevin.
[Kevin gets his head sucked into the hose]
Mostly, he just does that.
We're all gonna die if we keep this up!
Or it could be a clever scam so that he could go first!
Wait! Listen to me! We need to learn to wait our turns. To let someone else go first now and then. It's called patience. It's a virtue.
I couldn't agree more! That's why you should wait your turn!
No, no. Oh, what was that verse? Um, "A patient man has great understanding, but a quick tempered man displays folly."
VCVacuum Cleaner
[confused] What's folly?
Foolishness. Trouble. Having to go first all the time only leads to trouble, like getting burned up by the sun! Now, the consequences are not always so extreme, but good things come to those who wait.
[gets an idea; politely] After you.
[Michelle meets the penguin troops for the first time as the Rockhopper comes to life]
[calling for Jason, thinking it's for him] Um, Jason? This is for you.
Not so fast here! You are the one that we wanted, this time.
Jason's right. You guys are alive.
Either that or you're daydreaming.
Dr. Fidgel, galeezle her.
[Fidgel fires the galeezle and the claw pops out of the ship, grabbing Michelle]
[reels her in aboard the ship] Amazing, an exact duplicate of your brother, only with pigtails!
We are not identical twins, we're just the same age.
What's wrong, Jason? Weren't you bored? [Jason growls in anger] Too bad the video game's got busted, huh?
As a matter of fact, it was too bad, because I was bored out of my brain! There's absolutely nothing to do up there. But why couldn't I be having fun at Space Camp with Trevor, instead of eating some weird grapes, and thumb wrestling for myself, because the only other possible thing to do is plant pumpkins, or stare at the wall? Oh, that gives me an idea, I think I'll stare at the wall!
Heavens above! This is not the way to look at things, was it? You know what it says about complaining in the Bible, didn't you? Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure. Children of God without fault in this crooked world in which you shine like stars in the universe. You know what, Jason, if you couldn't control your complaining, it'll spread to everyone around you, and you'll be a seed of discontent. So, which will it be, a grumpy seed, or a shining star? We will be outside if you change your mind. Come along, Michelle. [she and her granddaughter head outside the garden]
Why would anyone want grapes with seeds?
[A mail truck drops off some mail at Grandmum's cottage and drives away]
JMJason & Michelle
[run out the front door] Mail!
Okay. [runs to the mailbox]
No fair. Michelle, come on.
[opens the mailbox] What's wrong? It's just mail.
Oh, come on. I'm desperate. If I don't hear something from the outside world soon, I'm gonna crack!
Well... let's just see what the postman's brought. Could this be for you? Oh, no, I guess not. But ooh! Here's an exciting opportunity to refund your home at today's low rate.
You know, it's never too early to start planning for your retirement.
That's it! Prepare to roar! [angrily, and rudely starts chasing her around]
Oh, come on, hand it over!
Thank goodness, muffins, what's all that about?
Michelle won't let me see the mail.
Now, now, Michelle, what is it the Good Book says? Oh, yes! "Do not withhold good from those who deserve it, when it is in your power to act." I suppose that goes for the mail as well.
I was gonna give it to him eventually.
Let's see, bills, bills, some lovely coupons, a card for Michelle, oh! And here's a nice letter for Jason.
For me? Hey, it's from Trevor! [takes out a photo of Trevor on the anti-gravity simulator] Look, here's a picture of him on the anti-gravity simulator.
Personally, I never understood why a bunch of kids would wait in line just to get nauseous.
Well, come along, bugs. We'll all read our mail over some delicious prune trifle.
Yeah, here we can get nauseous without the weight.
[Jason lays on the couch reading Trevor's letter to him]
TTrevor
[voice-over] And being weightless was very neat. Friday, we learned all about space storms. Rocket science is a real blast. Get it? Ha, ha. Hey, remember that day we went to Astroland and rode on the Twister 28 times in a row? Nobody can take centrifugal force like you and me, right? I really wish you were here. Stuff's always more fun when you're around. Well, I gotta go meet John Glenn. Write soon, and tell me all the exciting things you've been doing. Your pal, Trevor.
Grandmum, the sink's leaking again!
Well, we'll fix it up in a jiffy. Just need to find my supply of duct tape. [enters the living room, holding a roll of duct tape] Nice of Trevor to write you, wasn't it? I'm sure he misses you a lot.
You should write him back right away. I'll bet he'd love hearing from you. You can tell him all about what you've been doing.
[coming down the stairs] Good idea! There was that one paperclip chain you made, and helping Grandmum put on her hair net, and that awful morning we, uh, ran out of toast.
Woah, don't like to think about that too much.
[sits up and gets off the couch] Well, I'm sure Trevor is having too much fun to bother reading any letter from me.
You know, love, he might be a little homesick. Hearing from you could be just what the doctor ordered.
Yeah, I think I'll just go upstairs.
I'm sure you'll do the right thing, dearest.
[holding up the Rockhopper with Preston in it] All systems are go for Captain Preston of the Space Mouse Patrol! As the mighty ship prepares to launch! Three, two… [Preston jumps out of the ship] Preston! [tries to catch him, but trips and falls on the floor]
[Preston lands on top of the ship as it soars to life]
40 foot rodent! [Midgel presses a button, opening the dome and catapulting Preston off the ship; calling out to Jason while he tries to look for Preston] Cadet Jason T. Conrad, report for duty immediately!
Huh? Oh, sure. Just give me a minute. I gotta find Preston.
No time (for that), cadet! We have an urgent mission in the Zembroid counstol? C-c-cancel? Calcul? Cornsep... whatever, it's that way.
Okay, but could you wait?
Dr. Fidgel, galeezle him.
[Fidgel fires the galeezle and pulls Jason into the ship]
[showing a presentation of his baby pictures on the big screen] As you can see from these photos, I was strikingly handsome even as an infant. Now here's one with me on my mommy's lap. Oh, here I am looking adorable! And, ooh, there's my old high chair!
Uh, captain, the mission?
We are headed for Space Colony Doublewide. It's interstellar cyclonic doom funnel season there. And our cargo is their supply of emergency duct tape.
Yes, it's for lashing space colony modules together. Otherwise, they slip their moorings, and those fragile trailers bash each other in the high winds, until they're splintered into smithereens. If we don't get it there in time, the entire population is done for!
[checks the fuel gauge, noticing the ship's fuel is nearly empty] Empty. We're running on fumes. You told me you prepared everything for the mission!
Of course! And here it is! Styling gel, mousse, conditioner.
But what about gas? You said you got gas.
And I did! But I'm feeling much better now, thank you.
[snapping irately] I meant rocket fuel!
Um, guys, wouldn't it be a good idea to get some more fuel quick before we wholly run out?
