Aliens in the Attic

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ALIENS IN THE ATTIC

Oh, my God, Stewart? - What is it?

Tom's grades finally posted.

Look! - Wonderful!

Not one A! - No.

Or B! - Hm..huh!

Not even in Health?

What the..? - It was a D.

How are these changing?

Utter one word and you're dead.

Are you crazy?

Dad catches you, he's gonna kill you. - Dad's not gonna catch me.

I don't get it! What you see in that guy?

Bye, babe!

You mean other than the fact that...

..he's good-looking, sweet, sensitive, romantic, funny...

..and ridiculously athletic?

Dad's coming and he is mad. - And who?

Tom! - Tom?

What?

If you're so smart enough to hack into the school's website...

..then you're smart enough to pass maths.

Do you think Bethany got accepted to Michigan by screwing around all the time?

Of course not. She got in because she's perfect.

No, your sister worked her tail-off.

And that's excatly what I expect from you.

Yeah, you're right, Dad. I don't deserve a family vacation.

I should stay home tomorrow. Learn my lesson.

Oh, no, no! I'm not taking that bait, kiddo.

This isn't you. The bad attitude, the grades...

What is going on? - Nothing.

I blame all this, for coming between this, right here.

A good old fashioned, no tech...

..family togetherness is exactly what we needed.

So, get some sleep. We're hitting the road at sun up.

Oh, and you guys too.

Hannah!

Please next time, you ride the hump, okay?

I throw up in the hump, remember?

..and that's the final report.

In other news, it looks like there will be more than just fireworks in the sky tonight...

..as an unexcepted meteor shower adds a little excitement..

..to our area this holiday.

Sound's exciting! We're going in for a real show.

It would be beautiful, guys. - Better wear your hats, tonight.

Hope, you don't want to get your heads on fire.

Wow! Your boy toy is a complete idiot.

Ricky is not a boy toy. We're in a true loving relationship.

Okay, why don't we talk in a few years,

..when you have a clue what's dating all about.

Like, Ricky has a clue?

One more word about Ricky,

And I swear to God, I'll kill you.

Okay, that is enough! Knock it off, you guys!

We're almost there.

And there is the pool. Bye.

Leave me, Uncle Nate. Oh, ya, haha!

I got it, Tom. Don't worry!

Nice, huh? - Nice, nice! I got that.

Hope, there's a discount for booking us into the most boring spot in the whole country?

Come on! We're almost stone's throw away from world's top-notch fishing lakes.

Oh, We got a time machine...

So we can go back 5 years, when they thought fishing was cool?

Hey, I bought us all whole new side strap reels.

Anti-reverse technology.

Lame!

So lame!

Nice landing, Nate!

Told you, I could fish tail this thing.

Nice try, Nate! But you just missed my kids.

But he did almost give your mother a heart attack.

Again!

Nana! - Hi, Mom.

Hi, hon. - Nana!

Hey, sweetheart.

I got you a little treat. - You did?

Yep, I did. Here we go.

Thank you.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

Hey, we're here! - I missed you.

Well, one of the Pearson brothers, came to party.

Are those even legal here? - No!

Come on, Stu! Let's get him.

Nate, stop it! Hold on!. - Get him! Get this bastard, Nate!

Take his shirt off. - Mom?

Oh, Stu's crying for mommy-y-y!

Twins, in here. - Hey, guys.

Put my bags on the bed. - Sir! Yes, Sir!

Can I be the wise guy? - No. Definitely not.

Don't provoke. - Good.

Now, get these out of here.

Oh, wait a minute. Why, you get the best room?

I was here first. - I'm here now.

I'm older. - But I'm bigger.

Did you grow up since Christmas? - 2 inches, Coz!

I can tag a stop sign without even having to jump.

And how's math fights? - I don't do math fights anymore.

You tired of getting beat up?

Tom? Get down here and help us unload.

Now!

Close the door on the way out.

Surprise, surprise, Princess! - Ricky, what are you doing here?

I'm just stopping by to spend my afternoon.

Or may be the night!

What's that? - What's what?

Ricky!

Hey, watch out for the car. - I can't believe you're here.

Well, you're my girlfriend now.

So there's nothing, I wouldn't do for you.

Give Papa some sugar.

Bethany! Please, don't give Papa Sugar.

Mr. and Mrs. P! - Ricky, wow!

- Hey, Ricky! What a surprise.

I got you what a housewoman get.

Oh, that's so sweet. Isn't he sweet?

Yes, they are beautiful. - They are gorgeous.

Yeah, very patriotic too, huh?

Let's stick these flags in some water and see if they grow.

Yeah, we can do that.

Hey, do you want anything to eat or drink?

Oh, that is so sweet of you! I..And I really wish I could...

But my parents are in a lakehouse in Oakstown and...

I got to get back before dark, incase my car breaks down again.

Oh ho! Car trouble. - Dad, why don't you look at it for Ricky?

I don't mind getting my hands dirty.

Try it again, Ricky.

That would be some obvious, Dad.

I gotta be honest with you, auto mechanics isn't really my thing.

Now, if this was a spreadsheet or a ledger, I would be all over it.

Tell you what, Ricky. Why shouldn't you stay here, tonight?

And will take your car to the shop in the morning?

Mr. P! That's really considerate of you. - Well..

Really? He can stay, tonight? - Yeah, in the den. On the couch.

Of course! - Don't fool around.

Dad!

What a gaspipe!

I know! Why can't they see that?

Oh, dude! Parents are wired coupling.

Their brains are old. Machines.

Fried from bad 80's music.

So, it's upto you, Thomas.

You got to defend your family honor.

Like a man.

I call it 'The Punisher'.

Your dad bought you this? - Perks of divorce.

Never underestimate the power of a grown man's guilt.

If we even mention mom, he drives us straight to the mall.

This is all yours. Don't be a...all your life.

I don't know, man.

Take a look at that guy.

Do you really want Ricky as your brother-in-law?

Heck, no!

Then let's go trim the family tree.

It's much fun out here, Ricky?

Oh, yeah!

You know, it's just the beginning.

Wow, the sun off the water...

And this cotton..is so...

..restricting! - I hate cotton.

Mind helping me with the lotion, babe?

I think, shooting my sister's boyfriend, isn't the best idea.

This isn't about ideas, this is about action.

Don't think. Do!

I can't beleive, even, I'm listening to you.

You're dressed like a shrub!

Now, spread on my chest. - Target is on the move.

Hit it now, before he reaches second base.

No, I don't think...

Why did you that? - Cover! You'll compromise our position.

Oh, my God! She saw us.

What do we do? What do we do?

Don't look. Head down and lie hidden.

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! - You shot my boyfriend.

Sorry, don't even touch that.

When, Tom?

When you're gonna grow up and stop being an total embarrassment?

And that's why we use camouflage. - Shut up, Jake.

I don't know, what were you thinking. I really don't!

Yeah, I'll be alrite. - A paintball gun?

Don't you know that it's a gateway gun?

Come on, what's next? B..? Pellet? Stun?

What.. What I'm gonna do?

What do you think I should do? I don't know, what to do!

Can't you keep him in his room for rest of the week?

But, it wasn't even me. - Okay, Okay.

Look! You boys are just lucky that Ricky was't badly hurt.

It's okay, Mr. P. I was little kid once too.

Oh, that's nice, Ricky. Thank you.

He's a good guy. He's a good type.

But, I'm not okay with this.

We are here to fish.

Not to hunt your sister's boyfriend, alrite!

You could have put his eye out, would that have been funny?

I don't think so.

Let's start off with a clean slate.

Tomorrow, we fish.

7.a.m, sharp! - 7?

You're kidding. - Pass.

Nate? - Yeah, Stu.