DC's Legends of Tomorrow

Previously on "Legends of Tomorrow":

Well, you really have

buggered everything up this time.

Guys... I think we broke time.

As you can see, my agents are hard at work,

dealing with these anachronisms

- that you created. - Anachronisms?

People, places, and things

displaced from their native time periods.

I am Gaius Julius Caesar of Rome.

I told you, I was leaving to create an organization

to replace the Time Masters.

Rip doesn't think he needs us now that

- he's got the Time Bureau. - 'Cause the Time Bureau

is capable of getting the job done without the mess.

We're the ones who broke history.

We should be the ones that fix it.

- Problem solved. - I gotta say,

Ms. Lance, now that I've seen your team

- in action with my own eyes... - Howdy.

You are even worse than I imagined.

Don't look! What are you doing here?

I live here. What's all this?

What part of "I'm making your birthday surprise,

stay out of the apartment" did you not understand?

I thought you meant

lingerie and, you know, sex,

not whatever this is.

I'm making donuts...

Chocolate-covered donuts...

'cause you said they were your favorite

when you were little.

You're making them from scratch?

How else would I make them?

You do what my mom did: you go to the corner store

and you get 'em for 2 bucks a box.

Nobody makes anything from scratch anymore.

So all this was for nothing?

No. Donuts are never for nothing,

and I'm being creative. I'm sure I can

figure out a way to use that chocolate sauce.

Mm.

I got it. Don't worry.

No, got it. All right.

Five-second rule. We're good.

We're good.

I'll make some more.

No, no, no. You are done.

You can't do anything else. We are doing the rest of this

- 2017-style. - Where are you going?

I'm going to the corner store

to get us chocolate-covered donuts

the way my mom used to buy them.

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All right. I got all my mom's favorites.

I got chocolate donuts,

crème cake...

Hello?

Amaya.

Hello?

Hello? Anybody home? McFly?

Sorry, guys, I was just, um...

I was just thinking about donuts.

Okay, so, uh, where are we?

I was saying I reverse-engineered

the Time Bureau tech that Mick stole from Rip.

Now, we can locate anachronisms too.

- Nice work, man. - Also,

check this out.

Our run-in with Caesar got me thinking.

What if there was a way

to contain the anachronisms that we pick up,

and not have them causing trouble on the ship

or taking things they shouldn't?

Yeah, that's what we got the brig for.

Well, what if we have another LA situation?

Try putting a dinosaur in the brig. Huh?

- Not going to happen. - No.

- Unless it's an Aquilops. - Or a Compsognathus.

Or a cute little Oviraptor.

Okay, so just, how do we contain them?

We make it smaller. Whhshhh.

You built a shrink ray.

I'm not particularly fond of that name.

I'm calling it

the hyper-molecular compressor.

It's a more powerful and portable version

of the tech from my suit.

So a shrink ray?

Essentially.

I perfected the work

I was moonlighting on at Upswips.

Nice.

It'll return to normal size in 24 hours,

or, if you don't want to wait...

Oh, ho, ho, you are on fire, dude.

All right. Let's gather the rest of the team

and check out the new anachronism map.

We really messed up time.

Looks like we gave time acne.

Each of these dots

represents an anachronism we created by...

breaking time.

Rip's Bureau rates them on a scale of one to ten

according to their magnitude of impact

and potential difficulty.

Gideon, can you analyze this data?

Certainly, Dr. Palmer.

Look at all these. It's going to take a lifetime

to clean up this mess. Maybe several.

Ha. Where should we start?

What about Great Wall of China,

- level six? - I had Chinese last night.

Where can I get a steak?

How about the North Atlantic Ocean?

April 1912?

I hear the Titanic had amazing food.

Absolutely not.

I refuse to set foot on the Titanic.

Whoever built that ship ought to be shot.

Anyways...

I'm sure Little Miss Time Bureau

would love to see us mess this up,

so let's find something easy. A nice slam dunk.

Ooh. Wisconsin, 1870.

It's a level one.

Oh, I do hope you choose that one.

The anachronism is located at the grounds

of a P.T. Barnum's Roving Museum of Freaks

and Hypnotic Hippodrome.

Although he is erroneously credited

with the phrase "There's a sucker born every minute,"

in truth, Mr. Barnum would have never

belittled paying customers.

Perfect.

We're bringing the circus to the circus.

This is a classic slice of Americana.

The air is thick with the smell

of popcorn, candy, and wonder.

If I see a clown, I'm outta here.

What? You afraid of clowns?

No. I...

just don't like their stupid faces

and funny shoes and...

razor-sharp teeth.

Their what?

All right, guys. If you were an anachronism

hiding in the circus, where would you be?

How 'bout in there?

King Tut's tomb? No way.

No way indeed.

They covered it in flour to make it look old.

Bearded lady:

hormone imbalance.

Mr. Rory would make

a far more convincing Cro-Magnon.

Marty, you can't look behind the curtain.

- Spoils the fun. - Fun?

Tricks and humbug are all I see,

and these uneducated rubes

come here in droves, begging to be fooled.

No. People want to live in a world

where anything's possible. They wanna be amazed.

Yes, and amazing as this is, we're wasting time.

Let's split up.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Welcome, one and all,

to the Best Show On Earth!

That is a working title.

My roving show of wonders

has the most remarkable of oddities

in store for you today.

Is it beautiful?

The very definition.

Is it deadly?

It can take your head from your shoulders

in a single bite.

What makes this creature such a marvel

is that it has been extinct

for the last 10,000 years.

- Are you guys hearing this? - Huh.

Could be our anachronism.

- Or another humbug. - Check it out,

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Yo, what's that smell?

Oh. Where there's poop...

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Check it out.

Well, do we have to?

This is definitely feline feces,