Milo Murphy’s Law

Hi, Dad. Hi, honey.

I can't figure out what's wrong with this...

And hello, Milo. Hi, Mr. Chase!

Dad, we're going to go get some ice cream. You wanna go?

Well, I'd love to, but I gotta take this baby

down to the Fire Truck Museum today.

You mean the museum that nobody goes to?

Well, when kids get a load of Denise here,

it should really boost attendance!

You know, Dad, the Natural History Museum is right across the street

and they have a full size T-Rex.

Who's gonna get excited about an antique red truck?

I can't believe it!

Melissa, this is a 1901 Vandervert Douse Master 4!

This has dozens of unique innovations for fighting fires!

For example, the water tank back here has a wind turbine

that spins while you're driving,

that way when they got there

they'd have enough pressure to shoot the water

all the way up to the third story!

Wowee!

There's a pneumatic secondary braking system on the back,

the first ever ladder that was actually attached to the top of a truck,

and look, the bell has a little string so you can ring it by hand...

I... I guess that's not as impressive as the rest of it,

but over here, it has an in-dash radio!

And radios weren't even invented yet!

And this truck also has the distinction of being

the first ever to have a Dalmatian as a mascot.

In fact, they had a little place for him to ride

right over here and he...

Diogee? How'd you get in there?

And where'd you get these spots? I'm impressed, Milo.

How do you know so much about antique fire engines?

Are you kidding? It was a truck like this that saved my grandfather

after he accidentally ate all those balloons.

Well, Dad, since Milo's so excited about it,

I guess we'll ride down with you.

Whoa. Whoa. I don't know about Milo. What do you mean?

Well, the museum is filled with breakable antiques...

Come on, Dad, he's such a fan.

It'd mean so much to him!

Apparently. Oh...

Okay.

Whaddya say, Milo?

Yeah, where's that fire? It's out there, buddy!

Wait, hey, Mr. Chase, can I drive?

No.

Well, we got the pistachios, now what?

Well, we then have to get them to the safe house,

which should be easy once we locate our new vehicle!

It's supposed to be parked right out here somewhere...

Oh, a new vehicle! We're coming up in the world.

It's about time, too, considering what they gave us last time.

I hope it's fast!

I hope it's red! Let's see now...

Well, it is red.

It's like they're going out of their way to humiliate us!

Oh, come on, it's a tandem!

It's like a bike, riding another bike!

All righty.

So, we wait till traffic clears, look left, then right, then...

Then we look left again, and safely pull out into traffic.

Why is he narrating?

He's laying down a foundation for when I learn...

I'm laying down a foundation for when she learns to drive.

Signaling.

Oh, this is very exciting!

Milo, check out the wind turbine.

Wowee! Look at her go!

Pretty impressive, huh?

And we're only going one eighth of a furlong per jiffy.

That's only 17 miles an hour.

Yeah, but back then they thought if you went any faster than 35,

your lungs would collapse.

That's ridiculous.

Well, we can really test that theory on this hill!

Okay, well, I'm gently applying the brake!

Sorry, Elliot!

Now I am trying to extricate my foot from the floorboards.

Dad, you can stop narrating now.

Maybe we can radio for help.

Hello? Hello?

This is Milo Murphy. We're on a runaway Douse Master 4.

And we just went over Harding Hill!

Jumping bullfrogs, your lungs will collapse!

Hold on, young fellow! I know exactly what to do!

Maybe we should try something else.

There you go, all set! Hop on!

Oops! Sorry!

It's that kid!

See? See! I was right!

He's done it again, he's ruined our mission!

Oh, no!

Hey, how 'bout if I pull that secondary brake back there?

Wait, Milo. No! Get back here!

Hey, the brake must be working! We're slowing down!

Milo?

Oh, hey, Mr. Chase!

I think my lungs just collapsed.

Well, it's a good thing we stopped before

we ran into this rail car diner!

Milo, you're like

whatever the opposite of a rabbit's foot is.

A rabbit's head? A fox's foot?

A pound of sugar? No, you're just...

Dad! It's just Murphy's Law, he can't help it.

Besides, he just... A pound of sugar, really? I was just riffing!