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(PEPPY MUSIC)

Hello? Goldie?

Are you in here? Your mum said that I could--

Congratulations!

You're Goldie's 1,000th visitor!

You've won the prize!

There's a prize?

You get to take Goldie on a date.

Not a date, a date movie.

Not--a movie.

Just an innocent movie... with me...tonight.

I've got tickets.

Tonight, I can't. Got the tennis club ball.

I'm winning an award for most faultless love game.

Actually, I was seeing if you fancied coming,

but if you're going to the cinema...

A tennis club ball, you say?

(UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC)

Danny, didn't you have lunch 20 minutes ago?

Yeah, but Terrance's new hot dogs are too tasty

to leave unstolen.

New, you say?

What's suddenly making them so good?

I don't know.

The umami of ground-up animal parts?

Nothing you'd understand, Rainbow.

(STOMACH BURBLES)

Although they are making me go to the bathroom more often.

Is that Terrance's metal detector?

Yeah, you know,

some kid dug up a chest of gold coins last week.

The ground in this country is stuffed with crowns

and swords and holy grails,

and this baby is going to give me a slice of the action.

(HARSH FIZZING SOUND)

Have you found something?

Nope, that was my stomach again.

We're going to a ball, Goldie, an actual ball!

I've always dreamed of this day.

It's on my list of my normal teenage ambitions, see?

Just above "hang out near shops."

Um, actually, Loren, there's kind of only two tickets.

(HEARTBROKEN PIANO MUSIC)

Only...two.

It's okay. I...

I've always got ambition number six:

stare sadly out of a rain-streaked window.

Sean.

I--I could maybe see if they can get another ticket.

I can go to the ball!

You can't go to the ball.

You need a chaperone, and I'm working tonight.

What? This is so unfair.

You won't let her do anything.

Ugh! I can't even right now.

I'm going to her room.

Sorry, throwing a massive teenage tantrum

is number two on my list.

But it doesn't have to be you who chaperones us, right?

Of course I'll take you, kiddo.

both: Yay!

I've wanted to boogie for ages.

Oh. I'm joking.

I know the last thing you teenagers need

is me throwing shapes in the middle of the dance...

(SNORING)

Um, Gramps?

Sorry, I've been really tired all week.

I can't seem to stay...

(SNORING)

I can't believe Gramps got narcolepsy

just when Sean finally asks me on a date.

I know, right?

So selfish to get a sleeping disorder

right when it affects us.

No, no. No, it's me who's selfish.

Gramps needs his rest.

What about getting one of the others to chaperone us?

Who?

Esther won't let anyone within dancing distance of Sean,

and Rainbow is boycotting the tennis club

until they learn how to stop competing and get along.

I guess there will be other balls.

Other balls?

Goldie, I've waited 15 years,

and this is the first time I've ever been invited to a ball.

That makes the probability of being invited

at any given minute 8,104,000 to one.

Then there's only one thing to do.

I have a plan.

Dig out your party clothes, Cinder-Loren,

'cause we will go to the ball...

by sneaking out in the night.

Make that 8,104,000 to two.

0 - # I got a plan #

# I flew over the ocean to tell you how #

# Me and my fam #

# We caused a commotion

# When we landed on my granddad #

# Chaos at home, but it's always fun #

# Fun, fun, fun, fun #

# 'Cause you're never too old and you're never too young #

# Aw, yeah! #

# So this is me #

# Just trying to keep it all together #

(PLODDING MUSIC)

(METAL DETECTOR BEEPING SLOWLY)

(STATIC BLIPS)

Yes!

Come on!

Treasure!

Hey!

Terrance, how did you... I'm a sailor.

I hear the shout of treasure from 20 nautical miles.

Now, hand it over. No, wait!

I found it. Oh, with my metal detector.

Good luck moving me off it. I can wait.

Oh, I'm patient, lad, very patient.

You had to be--

a ship with 100 men and only one toilet.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Danny, you're not still out there, are you?

Come inside before you get cold.

Not until he stands down. Never!

Okay, well, how about a truce, then?

Terrance, swear you'll leave this until tomorrow morning,

or I'll call off "Sharks: The Musical"

at the event space.

But I wanted to see Mr. Bites Your Knees Off!

Danny, you too,

or I'll make you watch "Sharks: The Musical."

Ugh.

Ugh, whatever. Fine.

And that is the power of theater.

Mm, I can't believe how amazing these new burgers are.

(STOMACH GRUMBLES)

Excuse me.

I won't double-cross you if you don't double-cross me.

Agreed.

Where do we stand on triple-crossing?

Well, I'm turning in. Night, everyone.

But it's 8:30. I'm very tired.

Such a shame you can't go to the ball.

Why don't I go with you?

We could occupy the dance floor.

No winners! Trophies for all!

I'm great, but also, I'm sick.

Tired and sick.

(YAWNS, GAGS)

Anyway, better get to bed before I puke everywhere.

Night, everyone.

(YAWNS)

I might turn in, too.

I had a really tough mindfulness session earlier.

And I have some snooping to catch up on.

Did I say, "Snoop"?

(LAUGHS) I meant sleep.

You know, maybe it's a good idea

for everyone to have an early night.

That's what I was thinking.

Good night, then, Terrance.

Sweet dreams.

(CHUCKLES)

(LULLABY MUSIC)

(SNEAKY MUSIC)

Ta-da! Shh.

A bit much? We're going to a ball, right?

Yeah, but maybe take off the glass slippers

until we're out of the house.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(WHISPERING) Go back! Rainbow!

(GASPS)

What now?

Look at Gramps. His vacant eyes,

the way he's shambling with his arms out.

It makes perfect sense.

He's a zombie.

No, he's sleepwalking.

He must have been doing this all week.

That's why he's so tired.

We have to be careful not to disturb him.

It's dangerous to wake a sleepwalker.

Because they eat your brains.

Again, not a zombie,

but let's keep away from him and Rainbow, okay?

Okay, come on.

(SNORING)

(CLUNK ON OTHER SIDE OF DOOR) No!

(KEYS JANGLING OUTSIDE)

(LOCK CLICKS OPEN)

Hide!

Come on, you meaty horrors.

(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS)

(SHOVEL CLANKS ON METAL) Ooh.

(CHUCKLING)

(MAURY SNORING)

(MAURY SNORING)

(CRASH)

(SNORING PEACEFULLY)

Ugh, come on!

Open up!

(GRUMBLES)

(CHUCKLES) Hey.

Come on, George.

There's work to be done.

Come on.

Yes.

I left it right here.

Huh? Where has it gone?

Come to Danny.

Give it to me, you nincompoop-ing landlubber!

Let go! Give it here!

You! No, no, no, no, no.

Oh-- Get back, lad.

(STRUGGLING)

Control, we have to abort.

Someone has dug up the omega box.

Okay, let's go.

That was insane.

What was everyone doing in there?

I don't know.

I thought that's what they do every night.

Maybe.

I'll just message Sean, check if he's on his way.

I left my phone in my room. (GASPS)

It's okay. I've read about this.

Apparently, you can survive up to 12 hours without a phone.

Maybe that's him.

Mum.

She's back early.

Quick, she can't see us.

Come on!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

What are you doing with that meat?

I'm...comforting it.

Got it.

You're not replacing my meat with vegan counterfeits.

No.

Ah.

(STOMACH GRUMBLES) Ooh!

(IN A SMALL VOICE) Maybe.

(PHONE PINGING CONTINUOUSLY) (SQUEAKS)

Make it stop.

(PINGING CONTINUES)

Ow! Oops, sorry.

(GROANS)

(SNEAKY MUSIC)

Goldie? Loren?

Tell him we're stuck up here, and my mum is downstairs,

so we can't get out.

This is like that fairy tale where a princess is asleep

up a tower made of hair,

and seven dwarves have to come and blow it down

so they can go to the ball.

It is a shame that Sean isn't a load of dwarves.

It's not a thought I've ever had before.

That's because you've never been stuck up a tower of hair.

If he was seven dwarves,

then he could stand on each others' shoulders

to get up here and rescue us.

Loren, we are strong, independent women.

We don't need a man or a tower of men to come and rescue us.

Oh, he's coming to rescue us!

Our hero!

(VICTORIOUS MUSIC)

(SNEAKY MUSIC)

(WHISPERED CHATTER)

Cost a fortune. It's bad--

both: Oh...

What are you doing down there?

Carrots forever!

I'm off to bed. That was Rainbow.

I caught her vegan-ing the food.

That's why I was hiding down there.

I'm not after the treasure.

Oh, no, you don't!

Uh, me, neither.

Thanks for doing this, Sean.

Yeah, a lad is even better than standing

on your own shoulders.

What? Ignore her.

Come on. Let's go.

Independent women first.

Try going backwards.

(GRUNTS)

Nearly there.

Ooh! (GROANS)

(LADDER CLATTERS)

Guys.

Okay, new plan.

We sneak out through Loren's house.

What?

At night, with the alarm on and the shutters down

and plastic sheeting on all the carpet?

You're right. It's worse than here.

Well, what are we going to do?

I can't get stuck here. I'm winning an award.

Don't worry.

I'm not gonna let us ruin your night.

We're gonna make a break for it.

If Mom catches us, I'll take the rap.

Sean, you will go to the ball.

You promised to leave that box until the morning.

I know. I'm weak.

Don't take away my singing sharks.

Don't make me see the singing sharks.

Enough.

Let's just see what's inside,

and then I'll keep hold of it until the morning.

Agreed?

Good.

Spatula.

Now, this needs a little bit of...

Mom?

Gram?

Oh, hello, dear.

I just got up for a small glass of water...

In my black pajamas

and night balaclava.

Right.

Night.

Oh...

We did it.

We made it out of the house. Right, come on.

We've got a taxi waiting.

Tennis club, please.

Wow, that was intense.

Um, I think it still is.

Gramps is sleep-driving! (ALL SHOUT)

We have to stop the cab. Ideas?

Maybe we could poke him with something.

No, you can't wake up sleepwalkers or sleep-drivers.

He'll eat our brains.

For the last time, not a zombie.

I've got it! We influence his subconscious.

Make him dream that he has to stop.

Brilliant. Okay.

Maury Glickman, this is the police.

You have to stop.

I repeat, you have to stop the cab.

(ENGINE REVS)

That was an interesting reaction.

We have to find out the story behind that sometime.

But not right now.

Gramps, the road is closed.

The bridge is out.

(GASPS) He knows all the shortcuts!

We'll never get him to stop.

Gramps, there's a bus behind us.

It wants to get past. Mm.

Even in his sleep, he hates bus drivers.

I mean, there's still time. We could catch another cab.

I can't leave Gramps wandering out here.

Who knows what could happen to him?

You go ahead. I'll get him home.

Gramps, this way.

That's it, keep coming.

Oh!

No, Gramps, no! Not down the drain.

Not down the drain!

Hey, Maury, bad music, this way.

(WESTERN MUSIC PLAYS) Tasty brains, yum, yum!

Thanks, guys, but you'll miss the ball and your award.

No worries.

Helping you out is more important

than winning an award.

And rethinking my life choices

during a late-night escapade

was top of my teen experiences list.

# Knows you're untrue #

Keep that fork there.

I'll try and get the spatula under it.

Do you really think Mom and Esther are going to be okay?

It's the middle of the night, lad.

They're just a little bit tired.

That's all.

But it's just a load of papers and...

blueprints for an underground lair?

There's a note.

"Top secret, highly sensitive! Beware of the booby trap."

What booby trap?

(BOX BEEPS)

Oh.

(GROANS)

Ooh, looks like a good time to replace

all the animal products,

starting with the leather.

Bye, guys. Thanks so much.

Come on, Gramps, bedtime.

(LULLABY MUSIC)

Wow, we weren't the only ones who had a big night.

Must have drifted off for a second.

Hi, kiddo. Ready for the ball?

Not exactly.

It's already started.

Better get a shift on. Where is Loren and Sean?

On their way home.

We kind of didn't make it. Text them.

Tell them I'll pick them up in a minute.

Gramps, are you sure?

Yes, I've never felt so rested.

I'll get the cab started.

Gramps, about the cab,

it's a little further away than normal.

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