Wizards of Waverly Place

Mr. Hune, you can't kick us out!

I can do anything I want. I own the building.

Dad, why are you yelling at the landlord?

Remember, we put holes in the walls,

and we cover them with posters.

Alex... we're being evicted.

"Evicted" sounds so mean.

I'd prefer to say "Giving you a chance to live somewhere

- that's not here." - That's still mean.

You just said it in a nice way.

Listen, Mr. Hune, our Sub Station provides

a very valuable service to the community.

Where else are people gonna eat

when they want to call in sick to work the next day?

Mr. Hune, you don't want to kick my family out

on the street. Just look at them.

Look, if your dad

hadn't sold me this building in 1957,

you wouldn't be in this mess.

- So blame your dad, not me. - Nice going, Dad.

Wha... No, his dad, our grandpa.

Oh, Grandpa Russo. I love him.

He always pulls a jellybean out of my ear when I see him.

'Cause I always got one in there.

You have 30 days to pack up and get out.

Wha... wait!

Would this jellybean change your mind?

Fifteen days.

I got us 15 days. Fifteen days!

We can't lose our home.

I just had a bunch of return address stickers printed up.

Look, maybe this is a good thing.

Maybe we can finally move to a place

that doesn't have a spiral staircase

where customers can walk directly into our living room.

Theresa, we can find another home.

The real problem is we can't find another lair.

That's right. If we lose the lair,

we'll lose all contact from the Wizard World.

How are we gonna get there without a portal?

Well, what if we just shrunk down our lair

with our magic stick thingies and packed it in a suitcase?

- Magic stick thingies? - Yeah.

They're called wands, Max. What's the matter with you?

I shrunk my brain down so I could fit in more jellybeans.

Well, make it big again.

Look, we can't shrink the lair.

My great-great-grandfather chose this place

for the Russo family wizard lair,

and we're not allowed to move it.

Actually, Dad, there's a solution.

We can appeal to the Wizard Council.

Come on. To the lair!

Really? We're gonna follow someone that says...

..."To the lair"?

The Department of Lair Relocation Services

can fix all of this.

Abraca-doodler,

one lair relocation application, please.

All right, page one...

...of four thousand! Come on!

That's gonna take you guys months to fill out.

We don't have months. We have 15 days.

Fifteen days. You are welcome.

OK, all right, this is ridiculous.

Why don't we just go back in time

and tell Grandpa not to sell the building to Lenny Hune?

Boom. Problem solved.

Alex, time travelling can be very hazardous.

Whatever we do in the past

can negatively affect the present day

by causing ripples in the Fabric of Time.

Besides, we don't even have to worry about that,

because we don't have a time travel device.

- Actually, we do. - Come again?

I didn't want to tell you guys about it,

because I didn't want anyone to be tempted,

but it seems like our only option.

Ah, we time travel through a mysterious crystal orb.

Looks like it didn't work out too well for the last guy.

No, no, no, honey, this is actually a bowling ball

that your father bought when he was gonna go pro.

That could still happen, Theresa.

Here it is, My First Time Machine.

The time travelling device looks like a kid's toy?

That could be dangerous.

Could you imagine how many kids are lost in time right now?

There you guys are.

Wait a minute.

Is this another meeting about me?

'Cause you all agreed to let me stay in the basement

until I graduate. Just let it go.

Harper, we have to go back in time to save the lair.

Are you in?

Well, it has been awhile since I've been on

a madcap adventure with you guys. Why not?

OK. So, Grandpa sold the building in 1957, right?

No, no, no, you guys! Just wait.

There's a safer alternative here.

Look, look. We are on page three.

Oh, paper jam! Come on!

OK, everybody, we're leaving.

- Where to? - 1957.

I've heard of that place.

No, Alex, what are you doing?!

Wait, this isn't 1957.

We traveled to 1977.

Justin, you must have bumped the arrow

when you got all grabby with this thing.

I'm only trying to save our universe.

Jerry, we know this song.

Come on, let's shake our groove things before we go.

I can dig it.

No! No one is shaking their groove things.

Oh, come on, Justin.

We can't let these fine threads go to waste. Let's boogie.

We can change the future. We need to get out of here.

I do love this song, though.

OK, that's enough of the bump. Let's go.

Hey. This is my dad's old diner.

Yeah, I've seen this place in pictures.

They should've kept it black and white.

Nice glasses, nerd.

Actually, in the 5os we're called "poindexters,"

but you're still called annoying.

Jerry, is that your father?

Oh, my gosh, he's so young.

Hey! Customers!

Can I interest you in today's special,

hamburger soup.

In case you're wondering, it has nothing to do

with yesterday's special, hamburgers.

He's brilliant.

Yeah, that's definitely your dad, Dad.

- Oh. - Ooh, oh!

Don't hurt me. Just take the money.

There's 14 dollars in the register. It's all I've got!

I'm not gonna hurt you. Uh... I'm your son.

My son? But I don't have any kids.

I'm not even married. And you're older than me.

Wait... Is that a My First Time Machine?

Yes.

We used this to travel from the future.

You gave this to me as part of my wizard training.

I did? You are my son.

Yes! I'm not going to die alone!

- Uh, Grandpa, I'm waiting. - For what?

For you to pull the jellybean out of my ear.

Tell me I'm not related to this one.

Don't tell him in the future he actually eats those jellybeans.

This is your grandson, Max.

And this is your other grandson, Justin.

And this is your granddaughter, Alex.

And I'm Harper.

Just a friend who lives in their basement.

In the basement?

So, in the future, they get rid of the ghosts?

I told you people I wasn't seeing things.

Nice to see you, Hank. I'm Theresa.

Oh, my, uh... wife in the future?

No, Dad.

Actually, she's my wife in the future.

Do I find a wife as beautiful as her?

Well, a lot of people say I look just like Mom.

Oh, jeepers.

You must be hungry after all that time travel.

Why don't you take a load off,

and I'll cook you up some grub.

Oh, how much for a bottle of water?

You want me to fill a bottle with water

and charge you for it?

OK, but it sounds a little kooky.

Oh, yeah. See in the future, people pay a ton of money for...

Shh! You're messing with the Fabric of Time.

No more talking about the future.

OK, look, let's get down to business.

Grandpa, sometime this year,

a man named Lenny Hune will offer to buy your building.

And don't sell it to him,

because he's going to evict us in the future,

- and our lair will disappear. - No lair?

A wizard without a lair is like a telephone without a cord.

Don't worry, kids.

Your grandpa won't sell this building to Lenny Hune.

Wow, "Grandpa." Ain't that a kick?

All right now, let's get out of here, guys,

before someone tells Grandpa about the Internet.

What's the Internet?

I've said too much.

Bye, Grandpa.

- Bye, Hank. - Bye, Grandpa.

Oh, look, there's a poodle.

You know your skirt would look so much cuter

with a poodle on it.

Oh, no.

Hey.