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Space.

Some call it the final frontier.

Others call it the moon's playground.

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All I know is it's a great place for tellin' stories.

- But I'm gettin' ahead of myself. -

This story starts in the biggest city out there,

aptly named Big City,

where an out of place country family of meager means

is about to have the adventure of a lifetime.

- Oh, look there! That's Cricket Green. - Hey!

The family's thrill seekin' and unpredictable son.

Ah-ha! Come on, you guys.

The faster we harvest these veggies,

the sooner we can hit the road.

Ah, Bill Green. -

A loving father and overwhelmed farmer.

Cricket, are those apples in your...

- Oh, it is. - Mmm-hmm.

Papa, if you listen closely,

do you think it's possible to hear what a carrot is thinkin'?

Tilly Green.

The unique and whimsical daughter.

Um, let's just finish loadin' the truck, sweetie.

Okay.

And Gramma.

- The Gramma.

Now here's the thing,

this family has no idea they're about to embark on a journey

that is so remarkable, it is truly out of this--

Dad, that weird guy who's always narrating our lives is back.

Oh! [chuckles] Well, folks, I've been spotted. Just remember that--

Get outta here!

Enjoy the movie, folks.

Some people just ain't got no class.

Well, family, our final veggie delivery is locked and loaded,

which means--

Let me say it. Let me say it, please, Dad.

- Cricket! - Let me say it, Dad!

All right. You can say it.

The Greens are goin' on vacation!

- Vacation?

Vacation?

♪ Ever since our family left ♪

♪ The farm for the city so big ♪

Hey!

♪ Each day has been adventurous ♪

♪ For us and our pig ♪

♪ And our cows, and our goat and our dog, and our cat ♪

♪ We sell our crops the whole year through ♪

♪ Survivin' the rat race ♪

♪ Pinch pennies, dimes and dollars too ♪

♪ Now I gotta get away from this place ♪

♪ We're goin' on a Green family vacation ♪

♪ Gonna have the best time of our lives ♪

♪ On a Green family vacation ♪

♪ Maybe my dad will let me drive ♪

No chance on Earth.

♪ So where we goin'? ♪

♪ Sorry, guys, can't tell you It would spoil the surprise ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ I can't wait ♪

All right, kids, go pack your suitcases.

♪ Vacation's about the exciting and new ♪

♪ And getting all the fun that you can get ♪

♪ So to make sure this one's awesome too ♪

♪ I made my dad a pamphlet ♪

♪ It's full of great ideas for trips ♪

♪ Each one wild and cool ♪

♪ So whichever one Dad picks it's guaranteed to rule ♪

♪ Which one will be our... ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ Maybe surfin' mile high waves ♪

♪ On a Green family vacation ♪

♪ Or hunting gold in caves ♪

♪ On a Green family vacation ♪

♪ Could be that I'll soon be braggin' ♪

♪ On a Green family vacation ♪

♪ 'Bout ridin' horses on a dragon ♪

♪ On trips I keep a journal ♪

♪ To note my discoveries ♪

♪ Like the rest stop where we found Bigfoot ♪

♪ Or the giant wheel of cheese ♪

♪ Vacation is for runnin' free ♪

♪ And gettin' into scrapes ♪

♪ Dang leg you best keep up with me ♪

♪ Better give it extra tape ♪

♪ It'll be so fun to surprise everyone ♪

♪ With a trip we won't forget ♪

♪ Bill, by all means, I'll watch Chateau de Greens ♪

♪ And chill here with your pets ♪

I think of them more as our friendly livestock than our pets.

You try rhymin' livestock.

See, this is why we got divorced.

- Hi, Mom. - Bye, Mom.

Big City, so long!

♪ We're goin' on a Green family vacation ♪

♪ I'm just ecstatic ♪

♪ On a Green family vacation ♪

♪ It feels so cinematic ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ What's in store? A shark safari? ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

- ♪ What shall we find? ♪ - ♪ Who cares? Let's party ♪

♪ On our Green family vacation ♪

♪ I could scream, family vacation! ♪

♪ On a Green family vacation ♪

♪ I can't wait! ♪

Papa, where are we goin'?

If you don't tell me right now, I'll explode!

Please, tell us, Papa!

Okay, here it is.

- We are going

on the exact same sightseeing road trip we went on last year!

What?

Sorry, I must still have that family of caterpillars in my ear

because it sounded like you said we're going

on the same road trip vacation as last year.

I figured we had such a good time, why not do it again?

- It was fun. - Yeah, sure. Why not?

Who cares about last year's vacation?

We already did it.

I thought we were gonna do something new. Something exciting.

Oh, what about all my vacation ideas?

You mean the doodles on that brochure you made?

Hey, it's a...

♪ Pamphlet ♪

Didn't you like any of my ideas?

Cricket, your vacation ideas are reckless.

Not to mention, dangerous.

Name one thing that's dangerous

about base jumping off Mount Rushmore.

- We'd have parachutes.

Look, this road trip will be safe, and fun, and...

Oh, remember the fun meters?

Oh, oh, here we go.

Oh, oh, oh, mine's goin' off the charts!

Dad, not the fun meter.

My fun meter is open-minded

and my journal is open for business.

The business of collectin' precious memories, that is.

I don't care where we're goin', as long as it's not here.

That's the spirit, gang.

What's more fun than predictability?

Everything. Everything is more fun than predictability.

Off to a bad start.

Wait, before we start our road trip,

we gotta deliver veggies to BigTech?

Their CEO lady is a real freak.

Well, that freak is our best payin' customer.

So, let's make this last delivery

and get our vacation on the road!

- Whoo-hoo! - Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Hello? Ms. Zapp?

Where is everyone?

Wow! Must've walked in on somethin' important.

- Wow. Give it up

for BigTech CEO, Gwendolyn Zapp.

It's me, Gwendolyn Zapp.

And here at BigTech, we're always striving for a better tomorrow.

Now let me ask you this, what is space?

Former NASA astronaut Scott Kelly here.

I've spent a year in space,

and I still can't say what it is.

Very confusing.

Security, get Scott Kelly out of here.

Anyway, space isn't just where we send our trash anymore.

Sayonara, garbo.

Space is full of possibilities.

Now, like the naysayers who I fired,

you may be saying, "People can't survive in space, Gwendolyn.

There's no food or shelter!"

And you're right. That's where BigTech comes in.

We have successfully created

a food production system by farming on an asteroid.

I'm talkin' space crops, people.

- Dang! - Wow!

These celestial veggies will be grown

with our very own state-of-the-art farmbots.

Howdy, it's harvesting time.

- Whoa! - Incredible!

So we got food, but what about shelter?

Allow me to introduce BigTech's crowning outer space achievement,

our very own Space Hotel.

What now?

It's a hotel, and get this, it's in space!

This cosmic high-end vacation resort offers every possible amenity,

including a floating infinity pool,

zero gravity conga lines, and little shampoo bottles that know your name.

What's up, Jared?

Oh, my gah!

That'd be the best vacation ever.

Reservations start at...

The insanely low price of only $10 million a night.

Oh, man, who would even have that many dollars?

Hey, Cricket. - Remy?

Good to see you. Whoa!

Easy does it, buddy.

What the heck are you doin' here?

My family is going to the Space Hotel.

I cannot wait to get up there and join that conga line.

I've never done one before,

but I feel like my curvaceous body was built for it.

I am so jealous.

Not so much about the conga line,

but more about the truly unique experience of goin' to space.

Okay, that's it, I'm comin' with you.

Sorry, Remy, but you're gonna have to make room.

Cricket! Now is not the time to play suitcase.

We have a vegetable delivery to finish.

Bye, Cricket. Have fun on Earth.

All right, that's a wrap, people.

Whoo! Great presentation, everyone.

Everything's goin' off without a hitch.

My ideas have finally come to fruition.

Uh, bad news, Ms. Zapp. You know the farmbots on the asteroid?

Do I ever? They're perfect!

- They're malfunctioning. - Say what now?

They won't harvest any of the space crops no matter what we do.

Is this a fruit?

Well, that's no good. I need that cosmic produce.

This initiative cannot fail!

If the farmbots can't harvest those crops, then I need someone who can.

But who?

The Greens are here.

To deliver your produce order.

Gosh, that spotlight is bright.

Here's your order, Ms. Zapp.

Of course!

Green family!

How would you like to go to space?

As in outer space?

Where the sun and the moon live with their friends, the stars?

Uh-huh. Sure, kid.

You see, I've got a team of robots on an asteroid,

but turns out they lack that human touch.

A touch that you as human farmers have.

So, I wanna send you up to my beautiful, stinky space rock

to harvest some crops for me. What do you say?

Is that even a question?

Yes! Yes, we have to go.

This is the perfect vacation for us.

Ms. Zapp, I think you must be confused.

Our produce may be out of this world, but we're not astronauts.

Look, if there's one thing I'm positive of,

it's that it would be much harder to teach astronauts to farm

than teach farmers to astronaut.

I've been saying that for years.

Cricket.

Dad, this is a once in a lifetime chance.

We could be the first farmers in space.

The first Greens in space.

It'd be so much more fun than a repeat road trip.

Sorry, ma'am, but sendin' country folk like us into space

would be downright irresponsible, not to mention dangerous.

- But, Dad-- - Besides

we have a perfectly adequate vacation planned.

Now let's go, family.

But...

Don't worry, brother, there'll be plenty of space on the open road.

Hmm.

Y'all go on ahead. I need to, uh, tie my shoes.

Hey, Ms. Zapp? Ms. Zapp.

Oh, yes, Crumpet Green. Bob's son.

Uh, sure, and business partner.

Listen, Gweny, baby, my dad was just playin' hardball back there.

Space travel would obviously be an incredible opportunity for my family.

Bill Green just wants you to sweeten the deal.

I see. So instead of offering you nothing, you want something.

Picture this. We harvest your space crops,

and in exchange, we get a free stay at the Space Hotel.

Hmm. Well, we wouldn't have to pay you for anything else, so...

Crimper Green, you've got a deal!

Ah, I'm told I need to disclose

that while space is a thrill-a-minute

filled with endless possibilities,

it's also full of dangers untold.

You sure your family's up for this?

Absolutely. Beam us up.

Excellent. And to be clear, we won't actually beam you anywhere.

We've tried that and, whoa, what a mess.

Okay, everyone, strap in 'cause we're officially on vacation

in three, two, one--

- Dad!

I've got something to tell ya!

Cricket! Throwing yourself against stuff is not safe, son.

That's why I made you that bubble wrap helmet.

Sorry, Dad. Popped that weeks ago.

But I come to you now with a compromise of a lifetime!

Ms. Zapp said that even though you were a dum-dum,

her words not mine, for rejecting her offer,

she'll let us try her brand new top-of-the-line BigTech space simulator!

- Space simulator? - Ooh. Tell Tilly more.

Yeah, it's a ride that makes you feel like you're goin' to space

without actually goin' anywhere.

It's all fake.

Buckle up, Cricket.

We gotta hit the road if we're gonna beat the traffic.

Wait, Dad, you're not listening. I promise this will be fun.

Hmm. "Fun."

Uh, yeah. And, uh, my fun meter's dropping dangerously low.

All right. Anything for the fun meter.

But let's make this quick. Where exactly is this little simulator?

Wow! - Oh, my!

That's the simulator?

They spared no expense, Dad. Just keep drivin'.

Almost there. And perfect.

Wow, they really went all out with this.

Hey! Watch what you're grabbin'.

Space suit. Space suit. Space suit.

- Yeah. - Oh.

Hang on now.

Checks complete. Clear for launch

This is not a simulation. Repeat, not a simulation.

Did they just say "not a simulation?"

Oh, they have to say that 'cause that's what they'd say if this was real.

Okay.

Begin launch sequence in ten, nine,

eight, seven...

Cricket was right. This is fun.

Wake me up when it's over.

- Hmm.

...one, Ignition.

We have lift-off.

This simulation feels...

so... real!

Yeah!

Now that's a cheek ripplin'!

Outer space achieved.

We're floating!

I mean, this simulation is pretty cool, huh, family?

Wow. What a discovery.

A simulated moon. Identical in every way to the real moon.

Whoops. Hey, Mr. Pen, get back here, you.

You call that a moon?

I got a better moon than that,

and this one's big and yella!

Oh, stop your spinnin', Alice!

Hang on, Ma. I'm comin'. Why am I on the ceiling?

You did it, Cricket Green.

Artificial gravity activated.

Huh?

This simulation may be fake, but my nausea is real.

I'd better step outside to get some air.

- Uh, I wouldn't--

- Dad! - Papa!

My journal!

Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!

What is happening?

- Okay, that seemed pretty real. - Dad!

Whoa!

Wow.

Exiting the ship without authorization

is against Zapp-stronaut rules.

Whoa.

But I'll let it slide since we haven't covered them yet.

Who are you?

I am Commander Colleen Voyd

here to guide you on your incredibly noble BigTech mission.

Wait, "mission?" Cricket?

Oh, well, she means the simulated mission to...

Okay, we're in space.

We're in space?

Space! Space!

Space! Space! Space! Space! Space!

Correct, space.

But not just any region of space,

we're onboard the SS Gwendolyn.

A one of a kind spacecraft designed personally by Ms. Zapp herself

to feature the latest in BigTechnology.

Hi, Green family!

I hope you... Oh.

I forgot to put anything in this sandwich.

It's just bread.

I just wanted to call and thank you for volunteering

to take on this crucial crop saving mission for us. Very generous.

All right.

Ms. Zapp, there's been a misunderstanding.

You see, my son duped you and duped my family. He's a duper, ma'am.

I prefer the term scamp.

We're farmers. We don't belong in space.

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to ask

that you turn this space ship around immediately.

I'd be happy to.

All you need to do to go home is pay back the cost of the rocket fuel which is

$2 billion!

Uh, hang on. Just let me check the bank account.

Hmm. I'm sad to say we're short.

Looks like we'll have to do your space mission.

Yes!

Just FYI, Terry wanted his latte iced.

Then why would you stand there

- and watch me--

- Hey, pal, would you hold this for me? - Yes, ma'am.

Nancy Green? I never get to hang with Nancy.

She's like the cool mom I never had.

I want her to like me so badly.

- Get out. You're done. Goodbye. Okay.

Hey, Gloria, I'll take a black coffee,

and make it extra black like a nightmare.

You got it, Nancy. One nightmare-chino comin' right up.

Why would you say that? That was stupid, stupid.

So, I heard you're stuck house sitting.

Yeah, it's Bill's turn to take the kids on vacation.

Knowin' him, they're probably off

doin' somethin' safe and responsible.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! This is so unsafe and irresponsible!

- Bill? - Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

This just in, local yokels in space.

To hear more about this scary mission,

let's hear from BigTech CEO Gwendolyn Zapp.

That's right, lady, my hugely successful company BigTech

has just sent the first human farmers

to harvest crops on an asteroid.

It'll be a great test to see how our tech holds up with the average citizen.

Let's see what happens when I hit all the buttons.

What are you doing?

What?

This doesn't make any sense. Bill took the kids to space?

He's Mr. Play-It-Safe.

Yeah. He once slapped a banana out of my hand because it was "too sharp."

I've got a bad feeling. I'm goin' to BigTech to get some answers.

Wait, let me come with you.

I know you and I haven't had much one-on-one time,

but I've spent so much time with your family. I can help.

We'd make a great team.

Ooh. We'd be the dream team.

Thanks, Gloria, but, um, looks like you've got your hands full.

I should do this alone.

Um, okay. See you, bestie.

I mean, uh, Nancy. I mean, uh...

Cringe.

The Greens on a space mission? This is insane!

Cricket, I can't believe you did something so reckless.

Our vacation is ruined.

Looks like I have a new discovery.

Brotherly betrayal.

But I no longer have a journal to document it.

Yeah, I'm as steamed as a crab pot.

This made my fake leg all flappy.

What the...

Your shoddy prosthetic leg has disintegrated

under the immense G-force of the launch.

Yeah, that ain't good.

You owe me a new leg, boy!

Listen, we could stand around

and argue about who duped who--

You! It was you!

But just look for one second where we are right now.

Not only are we in possibly the coolest place imaginable,

but I got Ms. Zapp to throw in a free stay at her amazing Space Hotel.

This will be the best vacation the Green family has ever had.

We are not going to that kooky hotel.

As soon as this mission is over, we are headed straight home.

Dad, you're just sayin' that 'cause you're worried.

But if a country family like us can take on Big City,

we can definitely handle space.

Negative, recruit. Space is extremely dangerous.

None of you will survive this mission unless you learn and follow the rules.

Rules? Well, surely the most important rule

is to have fun, right, Colleen?

First, you will address me as "Commander Voyd."

And second, you could not be more wrong.

♪ Space ain't no vacation It's a dangerous location ♪

♪ Your only weapon against it are these regulations ♪

♪ Unless it's your goal to stroll into a black hole ♪

♪ Listen to the system Zapp code, here we go ♪

♪ Don't run, no finger guns no staring at the sun ♪

♪ Stand up straight, hydrate and always clench your buns ♪

♪ Disinfect to perfection and always pay attention ♪

♪ Mini golf is off limits no exceptions ♪

Why do you even have it then?

♪ These are the Zapp-stronaut rules ♪

♪ Learn them all Don't be a fool ♪

♪ There's a ton more, y'all ♪

♪ On this rocket there's a ton of hot inventions that astonish ♪

♪ They're not toys for little boys ♪

♪ They're locked up in a closet ♪

♪ A no-brainer don't touch the cryochamber ♪

♪ It'll freeze you with its vapor ♪

♪ Like a human popsicle You might need the hospital ♪

♪ Unless you want your teeth to chatter so much it's comical ♪

♪ In the cockpit there's no flying the ship ♪

♪ Controls are for those who know and you know zip ♪

♪ Not asking for the moon Just don't be a buffoon ♪

♪ Try to steer and you'll veer us into Neptune ♪

♪ These Zapp-stronaut rules They'll keep you alive ♪

♪ Don't sit there and drool ♪

♪ There's 8,095 ♪

♪ Genius Gwendolyn Z wrote this guide for you and me ♪

♪ For a better tomorrow ♪

♪ Then we all must follow these rules to a tee ♪

♪ This initiative cannot fail ♪

♪ BigTech shall prevail ♪

♪ You hear the rules, now follow them through ♪

♪ Or you won't live to tell the tale ♪

All right now, any questions?

Yes, Mr. Green?

I'm feeling a bit nauseous from all that.

May I use the restroom?

No!

I'll escort you to the proper facilities.

You three wait here in the lab and don't break any rules.

"Break any rules." I'll break you.

Okay, now who's ready to have a fun vacation?

This is what it would look like if I had a journal.

I gotta do somethin' about the vibes in here. Ooh.

Yep. That'll do it.

Wow, ain't science somethin'.

- Huh?

What's this?

Oh, my gosh, you're beautiful.

But what are you?

Let's see. According to your tag, you're "Failed Experiment 83.

Originally designed to clean glass, but instead gained sentience,

and now destroys all glass it touches." Really?

Fascinating.

Failed Experiment 83 doesn't really have a good ring to it.

Instead, I'm gonna call you Cookie.

'Cause being around you is a treat.

Oh, Cookie, you'd make a journal entry for the ages.

But sadly, I'm without my journal.

And this giant wrench is a less than ideal crutch.

What is that?

- Ugh. - Hey, Tilly. Hey, Gramma.

- What is that? - That's what I said.

Rude. Both of ya.

Okay, look, I'm sorry this space vacation's off to a rough start

with Tilly losin' her journal, and Gramma's leg turnin' to dust.

Mmm-hmm.

But let's see if I can't change your minds about space with these.

- A robotic leg? - A triangle?

- I'll trade ya. - What?

- Tilly, no. Just wait a second. - Ooh.

Now what's this button do?

Gramma! You okay?

Hot dog! Now we're talkin'.

What else we got on here?

Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

- Wha-- - Wha--

Cookie, look, it's some type of space recorder.

Sure beats Earth journals, huh? Give it a try.

Space log, entry one. My name is Tilly Green.

Vacationeer and new journal owner.

Whether I'm ridin' comets or explorin' distant worlds,

I now have a way to document everything.

Thank you, brother.

I'm excited to continue this space vacation adventure

and see what lies ahead.

Okay, changed my mind. Space rules. I love space.

Same.

Space! Space! Space! Space! Space! Space!

Two down, one to go.

Oh, Dad, you ready to have some fun?

I found all kinds of neat space junk

including whatever this thing is. Whoa!

What do you think you're doing?

As I stated earlier, this trip to Gwendolyn's farming asteroid

is a serious mission, not some la-di-da vacation.

No fun will be tolerated.

Uh, you must be joking, right?

That would be considered fun. So no, I don't joke.

Wow. You're really strict.

Thank you.

Ah, jeez. Right into the dang Sun.

Come on!

And to ensure you stay in line,

I'll be watching you every second.

I know I just said I'll be watching you every second

and then immediately left,

but don't let that undermine my message.

Well, Crickie,

seems Colleen is gonna get in the way

of our space vacation happiness. Unless...

We kill her.

What? Gramma, no! We can't kill her.

No, no, no. I said "weed killer."

I just noticed this leg has a gardenin' mode.

Obey me!

I will help you deal with the Commander, though. That woman's harshin' my vibe.

I agree, Gramma.

And I think I know just what to do.

- Yep, up to code.

- Colleen!

- What is it? - Oh, it's terrible.

It's so bad, it's not good...

Gramma's in the cryochamber and she's breakin' Rule Three-twenty...

three?

She'll kill us all!

- You're comin' with me. - Ow!

Yeah, she's right over there, Colleen. Go get her.

What the...

Hey!

Hi.

Let me out! This is against the rules!

And so is havin' fun.

Sorry, Colleen, I gotta do this for my family.

No. No!

It worked. And she's alive and well, so that's good.

Commander Iceberg isn't gonna bother us anymore.

Entry 32, a startlin' discovery.

Mutiny is afoot.

Chaos is at hand, and disaster is in my stomach.

Cricket and Gramma have betrayed our commander.

You can't prove nothin'!

Scatter!

Tilly, I know this looks bad, but it's for Dad.

Colleen was gettin' in the way of him enjoyin'

this once-in-a-lifetime space vacation.

Don't you want Dad to enjoy himself?

Of course I do. How dare you assume otherwise?

Then you understand our pro-freeze-the-commander position.

I don't know.

Cricket, don't you think it's a bit of a crazy idea

freezin' the only person here who knows how to fly the ship?

It's fine.

The computers run everything anyway.

And if we get into any real trouble, we'll let her out right away.

- Well... - For Dad?

Okay, for Papa. You have my Tilly blessing.

And you have Cookie's as well.

- Tilly! Too close to me. - No! No!

Hello, BigTech?

You took my family to space,

- and I have a thousand questions.

Your family? You must mean the Greens.

I know you're related 'cause I can read your DNA.

Hey! Maybe a little warning next time.

Warning!

You might wanna watch your cholesterol.

What's goin' on?

My family is supposed to be on a road trip,

not some wackadoo star cruise.

Are they okay?

Are they okay?

This is BigTech. Of course, they're alive.

Uh, that wasn't my question.

Now, your family volunteered to harvest vegetables on an asteroid for me.

Welcome to Mission Control.

From here, we monitor their vitals,

fun levels, horoscopes, et cetera.

And over here, we're uploading a patch

to get those pesky farmbots updated.

This mission's being conducted

with the most expensive, and therefore, best equipment in the world.

So rest assured, your family's safe.

Danger!

Then what is this?

All totally routine.

This is not routine.

I promise you have nothin' to worry about, Nancy pants.

You should be worried.

Ms. Zapp, you know the patch we uploaded to fix the malfunctioning farmbots?

Do I ever? It's perfect!

It's full of bugs.

- We fully lost control of the bots.

Well, that's unfortunate.

Unfortunate? You need to warn my family right now!

And that concludes your tour of BigTech.

You're gonna bring my family home, Ms. Zapp. Whoa!

Bye! Buh-bye! Buh-buh-di-buh-buh buh-buh-bye!

Dad, bad news. Colleen has a case of moon poisoning

from, uh, starin' at the moon too long.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Right? Anyway,

while she's resting her poor, annoying body,

she said we should invoke Rule 33, F-U-N,

and have a little fun before the mission.

Yeah, you go on without me.

I'm kinda in the middle of somethin' here.

Talk to me, big guy.

I'm just bummed that we're not goin' on the road trip.

I know it would've been the same as last year,

but I just had so much fun, you know?

Drivin' all day while you kids goofed off in the back.

Those were good times.

Yeah. But, Dad, we're literally in outer space.

We don't have to redo old memories,

we can create exciting, new ones.

I guess.

Come on! I got somethin' to show ya.

- Oh! Cricket, what?

You just need to be shown how fun space can be.

♪ Space isn't what you had in mind ♪

♪ And I understand your frustration ♪

♪ But kick up your feet and try to unwind ♪

♪ On your new, exciting spacecation ♪

♪ Space is great Space is fun ♪

♪ What's more fun than fun? ♪

♪ Nothing! ♪

♪ Space is the best The best bar none ♪

♪ I'll convince you before this song is done ♪

♪ We can deep sea fish out in the stars ♪

♪ And hope for a big bite ♪

♪ Who knows what we'll catch out here ♪

♪ Oh look, a satellite ♪

♪ Let's explore an old abandoned ship ♪

♪ And see what we discover ♪

♪ Wait, is that a chimpanzee? ♪

♪ This excites me as an animal lover ♪

It's okay, Dad. It's okay. Just breathe.

See, you're fine.

♪ Space is great Space is fun ♪

♪ What's more fun than fun? ♪

♪ Nothing! ♪

♪ So clap along, everyone ♪

♪ Open up your ears And listen to your son ♪

♪ Finally, we'll bungee jump ♪

♪ Right at the earth below ♪

♪ An adrenaline rush with a view ♪

♪ That's a pretty sweet combo ♪

♪ So come on, Dad You must admit ♪

♪ Other than that chimpanzee bit ♪

♪ At this point you must see ♪

♪ Just how awesome space can be ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪ - ♪ Space is great, space is fun ♪

♪ What's more fun than fun? ♪

- Huh?

Uh, ignore that stuff

♪ 'Cause space is fun ♪

- Ow! Whoa! What the heck is goin' on? - Ah!

- Huh? What the...

Oh, no.

Sweet, sweet potatoes!

We're headed for an asteroid field!

That's no asteroid field.

That's a...

trashteroid field!

Everybody, back on the ship.

Oh, my gosh.

Ms. Zapp wasn't kiddin' about sendin' our trash to space.

And where's the Commander?

Whoa!

Cricket, don't you think it's time we unfreeze you-know-who?

Tilly, I was this close to getting Dad on board with this space vacation.

If Colleen gets out, she'll ruin everything.

Then who is gonna drive us outta here?

That's it.

Dad, you should drive us outta here.

What? Cricket, what makes you think I'm qualified to fly a spaceship?

- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

It'll be just like driving the Kludge on last year's road trip.

You're used to navigating heavy traffic, dodging roadkill,

and you've driven through all sorts of crazy weather.

How different can this really be?

A road trip, huh?

Take the wheel, big guy.

Okay, family, buckle up.

Wait, uh, there aren't any seat belts. Whoa!

Whoa! Okay. I got this.

Just like rush hour on the inter-state.

Whoa!

Kids, please don't play with the lights while Daddy's driving.

Road trip, road trip, just a road trip.

Dad, Tilly keeps kicking me with her legs.

Am not! It was an accident.

Hey, no roughhousing. Don't make me come back there.

- Whoa!

Hey, watch it buddy! Use your signal Ever heard of it?

Papa, look out!

Oh...

Not on my road trip.

Oh, my gosh!

Whoa!

Uh, Daddy's got this. Daddy's got this.

Oh, gosh.

A little scrape is all, it'll buff out.

Dad, you did it!

- Wow! Great job, Papa. - I'm finally proud to call you my son.

- Okay, and we're falling. Whoa!

That was amazing! Did y'all see that?

- Yeah. - We saw.

Come here, family.

Object approaching.

Oh, my gosh!

It's the Space Hotel!

Is that a zero gravity pool?

Look at the space food.

Ooh! There it goes, Martha.

The future of shuffleboard today.

It's got it all.

- Hi, Greens. Remy?

♪ I'm here! ♪

Look outside!

Remy!

We were just getting a ride in the hotel's courtesy shuttle.

Look at us in space. Who would have thought?

- Who'da thought? - Who'da thought?

Who'da thought?

Who'da thought?

Who'da thought? Who'da thought?

Remy, look out!

- They're firing! - Get outta there.

Don't go into the light!

No, no, it's okay. This is just the tractor beam.

It's BigTech's crowning achievement,

and the most powerful force the world has ever seen.

It's for helping us park.

Ooh.

Tractor beam, huh? Doesn't look like a tractor to me.

Entry 41, the hotel's giant glowy grabby thing has grabbed my attention.

Gotta go. I hope to see you all on the dance floor.

Dad, as soon as we finish the mission,

we gotta go to the Space Hotel.

It'll be the best vacation ever.

Come on, Bill.

What do you say we keep the good times rollin'?

Please, Papa?

Oh, I don't know. Let me consult my fun meter!

Oh!

And my fun meter is readin' "off the charts!"

♪ Well, we still got those crops to harvest ♪

♪ But after that the hotel sounds marvelous ♪

♪ 'Cause now I finally see ♪

♪ Just how awesome space can be ♪

Yay!

You won't regret this, Dad. I promise.

Now, let's get to that asteroid

and harvest those space crops

so we can enjoy our space vacation

at that Space Hotel.

There's a sentence I never thought I'd say.

- Oh, Papa.

Space! Space! Space!

Nancy? Nancy? Nancy!

Gloria.

Right, right. Yeah, cool.

The coffees you asked for.

I'm excited you called 'cause you said you were doing it alone,

but you probably liked the dream team idea--

Gloria, my entire family is in space.

I had no one else to call.

I mean, like, you still called me though.

So... Eh? Eh? Yeah?

Focus. Look, those BigTech jokers know I'm onto them,

and now I can't show my face around here.

- Oof. - I need your help breakin' in.

You got it. But how?

Coffee delivery for Gwendolyn--

I feel it in my brain.

- Be cool. - Huh?

Access granted. Welcome to BigTech.

Dream team.

Aren't you so glad that you called [squeals] me--

Nancy Green detected.

What do we do?

Brace yourself.

Wait, why? Why are you backing up? Why are you--

Ha!

Now, that's what I call a strong brew.

That was so good.

Did that just come to you? Why can't I ever think of cool things to say?

Beep, bop, boop, boop, boop, boop, beep, bop, beep

- Uh, Ms. Zapp? - Mmm-hmm?

We've uncovered the source of the farmbots' malfunctioning code.

Instead of programming the bots to farm,

well, there was a typo.

Well, that's no good.

Listen up, lady. I know somethin' went wrong with your bots.

So warn my family right now or we're gonna have a problem.

Excuse me, do you have clearance--

We're the dream team, son, and don't you forget it.

Nancy Green, don't worry.

Your family's safe. See for yourself.

They're landing on my farming asteroid right now.

Whoa!

Wow. - Would you look at that.

This is amazing!

Cricket Green takes his first step on an asteroid in space.

Whoa, whoa! Yep, there I go. Little help?

Cricket, take gentle steps or you're gonna float away.

Okay.

Don't forget, after this we get to go to the Space Hotel.

Oh, man. Best vacation ever.

Indeed. Although, where are all the farming robots?

Probably slackin' off. Lazy oafs.

Oh, there's some. Those two look quite active.

- Die. - Die.

- Die. - Die.

Well, that's not how you use a trowel.

These robots need our help more than I thought.

They certainly made a mess of things.

Luckily, the Greens are here.

- Yeah! That's us.

Holy smokes! Look at these space silos.

They grow crops in there?

This is... I mean, it's just... I can't even--

Happy you're happy, big guy. Let's go.

Looks like this is the way in.

Guess we'll see if anybody's home.

Sorry, pal. Break time's over.

Uh, where to now?

Well, I'll be.

Whoa! - Just look at this place!

We can walk on the ceiling, or the ground.

Depends on your perspective.

All right, Greens. Let's get farmin'.

Way ahead of you, boy.

One for the cause, one for Cookie.

I can't believe I'm farmin' in space.

I mean, this is a space carrot. I'm havin' so much fun!

Yeah, my fun meter is reaching maximum capacity.

Mine too!

Eh, don't mind if I do.

Huh? Hey. Hey, come on. Gimme.

Organic life detected.

Rutabaga? Close enough.

Uh, guys, something's wrong with the robots.

- Uh, what now? - Spaghetti squash, must plant.

Monkey shoe, must jump.

It is fun to say silly things.

Entry 67, I'm beginning to think these farming robots

do not have my best interest in mind.

Time to prune.

Hypothesis confirmed.

The farmbots have gone crazy!

They're tryin' to plant us.

- Errant tomato. - Errant tomato.

How do we get outta here?

- Butternut squash, must plant. - Whoa!

I ain't goin' to the ground till I'm good and ready.

Ha!

We got an exit, boys. Follow me!

Oh, no, not again.

Get my family outta there before those evil robots kill them.

Relax, I'll just call Commander Voyd.

She'll take care of everything.

Hello, Commander?

Uh, I need you to take care of everything.

Hello? Hello? Hello?

Commander? Commander? Commander? Hello?

- Ma, the door! - What?

Not today, bozo.

- Let's get off this rock. - Right.

Launch sequence failed.

-"Failed"? - Wait a second.

Let me try somethin' else.

Error! Error! Error!

Something's not working.

You're not working.

- Commander Voyd?. - Oh, boy.

It's a good thing someone on the ship has a little common sense.

Sorry, Cricket. I had to release her. We need her help.

Release her? I thought she had moon poisoning.

I'll tell you what happened.

Your son locked me in the cryochamber.

- What? - Don't listen to her!

That's the sickness talking. Must've spread to her brain.

No, Cricket. It's time to fess up.

It's true. I helped the boy.

And I conspired to keep it a secret like the monster I am.

Sorry, Papa.

Ugh, Cricket.

Dad, I can explain.

I mean, I had to do it.

Colleen was gettin' in the way of our vacation.

Of course. Of course! This is exactly like you.

Someone stands in the way of what you want, so you steamroll 'em.

You didn't wanna go on my road trip,

so you tricked us into space.

But you were havin' a good time.

Boys, let's just table this for now. We got company.

Oh, gosh.

We gotta get this spaceship moving.

Let's head to the remote terminal.

Come on!

I know, Cookie. I'm scared, too.

So, what do we do now?

There's our problem.

Garbage has clogged the engines and blew out a thruster,

which would not have happened

if I had been here to navigate the trashteroid field.

- Whoa!

- Whoa!

Let me check the camera feeds.

They're getting closer.

We don't have much time.

Then we better fix that thrust-a-ma-call-it fast.

The de-trashification process will take hours.

Hours we don't have.

- Commander Voyd. Ms. Zapp?

That's me. Glad to finally get ahold of you.

It's been really hard for some reason.

No biggie. We've been tracking your mission.

Only just now learned

how dangerous the malfunctioning farmbots are.

We definitely did not know about this earlier.

She's lying!

Anyhoo, I see the ship's thrusty has gone busty.

Trouble with the space garbo, huh?

Yes, ma'am.

Hmm, in that case, why don't you use the emergency escape pod

to complete the mish, huh?

Do it now!

Of course, Ms. Zapp.

There's an escape pod? Thank goodness.

Only one seat, huh? Well, if we squeeze in, I'm sure...

Oh. Or we can have the vegetables be in the seat. Guilty of doin' that before.

Uh, Commander, you sure there's room for all of us--

- Oh, man.

- Mission accomplished, Ms. Zapp. - Nice.

What? You didn't accomplish squat!

You're supposed to save us!

To the contrary.

Getting the crops safely to BigTech is the mission.

And Zapp-stronaut rules state the mission always comes first.

Even ahead of our own lives?

Yes. Especially ahead of your own lives.

Anyhoo, nice work, Commander. You saved the day.

And by day, I mean the thing I care about, my space crops.

- It is my duty, nay, my honor to-- - 'Kay, bye!

That Commander, always a hoot and a half.

Hey, what about my family?

You need to turn that escape pod around for them right now.

Hmm. No can do.

Your family will either figure it out,

or they'll have sacrificed themselves for a noble cause.

It's a win-win.

How can you value a bunch of space plants over people's lives?

Oh, you wanna know why I care so much about these space plants?

- Mmm... - Not really, no.

I'll tell you why.

It all started when I was in kindergarten,

AKA, a breeding ground for mediocrity.

But I rose above all those little nose pickers because I had ideas.

♪ When I was born ♪

♪ The doctor looked at me and said ♪

♪ He could've sworn ♪

♪ There were two brains inside my head ♪

♪ 'Cause it was big ♪

♪ It was so big and full of dreams ♪

♪ She'll have ideas ♪

♪ She'll turn things into smart machines ♪

And he was right.

You wanna know how smart I was?

That doctor wasn't a he, it was a she.

And that doctor was me. Yeah, I delivered myself!

Let's find a way to get that escape pod back to the asteroid.

♪ My future was bright ♪

♪ All the kids looked up to me ♪

♪ I had foresight ♪

♪ I was a visionary ♪

♪ But then one day ♪

♪ When I thought I had it all ♪

♪ There came Ms. Kay ♪

♪ And she made me feel so very small ♪

She was my kindergarten teacher, you see.

And I drew a picture.

A picture of the future, when I would one day grow vegetables in space.

And you know what she did?

She laughed and said, "What a cute little fantasy."

♪ So now you see ♪

♪ It was Ms. Kay who crushed my dreams ♪

♪ But that fueled me ♪

♪ To take my life to great extremes ♪

♪ I've devoted each day ♪

♪ To space cabbage and kale ♪

♪ But it was the only way ♪

♪ To get revenge on a major scale ♪

♪ Which again is why this initiative ♪

♪ Cannot fail ♪

Wait, is that, like, your teacher from the song?

Hello, I seem to have gotten lost in your floor.

At last we meet again, my sworn nemesis.

"Nothing but a cute little fantasy," huh?

Well, what's a fantasy now, you old cow?

What do we do? What do we do?

Look, family, it's obvious what we should do.

We go out there and we show those bots who's boss.

They're not that scary.

- Howdy, folks.

D-I-E-I-O.

That glass isn't gonna hold them for long.

Come on, let's move to the cargo bay.

Ah, we're doomed.

Let's face it. Commander Voyd Of Intelligence

cost us our only way outta here.

Need I remind you none of this would've happened

had you not frozen every cell in my body!

There must be somethin' we can do.

To stand any chance of making it off this charred piece of space dust,

we gotta hit these toasters where it hurts.

The off button.

Let me show you.

You did it!

- That was just the lights. - Oh.

There's a kill switch in the main power core

that will shut down every single farmbot.

But it's all the way on the other side.

We'd never make it on foot.

Oh, great. I guess we'll just die.

Ma...

Or...

we can drive.

Guys, we're in. We're--

- Do you think they can see-- - We see you. Get 'em.

- Time to move.

Yeah!

Wow! That thruster's got some kick.

You think it'll hold on the back?

Well, I did use my best bungee cords.

But I'm havin' trouble with the steering.

That's because you steer with this.

The whole system is tied to the tablet.

Ooh, let me drive.

I think you've steered this family around enough.

Yeah, you drive. You wanted to take us on a road trip anyway.

Oh, yeah. This is exactly what I had in mind.

I reckon you should die.

What is wrong with them?

Whatever their malfunction, these bots are obviously unstable and very dangerous.

- What a coincidence.

- So am I.

Yippee ki-yay, mower-tractors!

- Yeah! - Whoo-hoo!

- Whoo! - Ripe for the picking.

Oh, good golly!

Nice severing, Cricket.

Cookie!

You're okay, you're okay.

Oh, you messed with the wrong glob of goo.

- Get him.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, this is actually going shockingly well.

- Papa!

- Dad! - Watermelon harvested.

- Yeehaw!

You, take the wheel.

- On it. - I'll be back.

Oh, my gosh!

- Ha!

Whoa... Oh.

Colleen, you saved me!

- Saving. - Huh?

I'm saving you.

- All right, I'll take the left side.

You curl up into a ball while the right side swarms you

until I--

That works too.

Come on, get in.

We must be close to the kill switch, right?

Looks like we're almost there.

The power core's just up ahead,

right over that large and jagged cliff.

- I'm sensing a problem.

What do we do? It's a ding dang dead-end.

I got an idea. We're gonna jump.

What? No, no, that's crazy.

I'm goin' for it.

Cricket!

Just gotta hit that ramp.

- Look out! - Dad, what are you doing?

Trying to keep this family safe!

Are you two out of your minds?

Give me the wheel!

Dad, I got it under control.

Cricket, no!

We're gonna crash!

- Are we there yet?

The kill switch.

Sweet dreams, farmnots.

Come on.

Y'all come back now.

Whoo-hoo!

See, Dad? Told you jumpin' would work.

And since Gwendolyn got her veggies, we completed the mission.

So, let's get this vacation back on track.

- Now, who's ready

to go to the Space Hotel?

- Oh!

That can't be good.

It isn't.

Y'all done goofed again, Greens.

Crashing into the power core caused an energy surge

that is blowing up the space shuttles one by one.

Uh, those things were eyesores anyway.

Let's get off this rock and head to the Space Hotel.

You don't get it.

Each explosion pushes the asteroid a little further off its orbit.

If the last station blows, FYI, that's where you're standing...

...the asteroid will be set on a direct collision course with Big City.

Okay. There's gotta be a way to stop it, right?

Lucky for you, there is.

There's a maroon wire you need to find and cut.

Not to be confused with the burgundy wire.

- Cutting that would sever all communica-- - Found it.

Am I a hero?

- No! - Cricket!

That might have been burgundy.

Fan out.

We gotta find that wire.

Uh, Dad, why'd you grab the wheel from me?

We'll talk about this later.

Cool. Just shut me down again.

You know, I had everything under control until you ruined my plan.

Are you really trying to blame me right now?

None of this would've happened if you hadn't been so reckless

and brought us to space in the first place!

Do not roll your eyes at me!

Hey, Rule 83-F states "No distracting arguments during a crisis."

Well, excuse me for trying to do something nice for this family

by giving them an exciting vacation

instead of the same trip as last year.

At least my vacation wouldn't have got us killed!

Bill, that's enough.

This is all because of you and your crazy ideas.

My ideas are not crazy.

They're exciting. You're just too boring to recognize that.

I recognize your ideas always end in disaster.

Cricket, all your ideas have been bad.

What do you want me to say?

I'm sorry, I don't like bad ideas.

I get it.

When you say you don't like my ideas,

what you're really saying is you don't like me.

Come on, come on, come on. Maroon wire. Maroon wire.

And that's fine

because I don't like you.

Cricket! The wire!

Family?

- Tilly?

- Gramma! - Tilly, grab my hand!

Son! Son!

No! No!

Ooh, not good.

- No.

If there's one thing I love, it's being alive!

Breaking news.

An asteroid is headed straight for Big City.

Sources say we're all going to die.

Oh, that's terrible.

Oh! This is objectively so much worse!

Package arrived.

Yay! Boop.

What are you doing?

You have to stop the asteroid!

My crops. They're here!

Oh, and they're perfect.

Ms. Kay, my greatest nemesis, I have finally done it.

I have grown vegetables in space!

I have finally proved you wrong.

How wonderful.

Wha--

I'm so proud of you, Gwendolyn.

Have a gold star.

Boop.

Wow.

Finally hearing you say that after all this time...

was deeply unsatisfying.

Well, maybe my next revenge plot

will finally fill the vast void deep in my cold, dark heart.

Eh, probably not.

What is wrong with you?

An asteroid is headed right towards us! Do something!

Oh, thanks for the reminder. Gotta skedaddle.

Time for a little a vacay at my compound on Mars.

Just until this whole thing blows over, you know, or blows up.

Either way, bye! Whee!

See ya, suckers!

She left us! We're dead! So very dead!

Stay with me, Gloria. This isn't over yet.

- Ms. Kay! - Huh?

There's a button on the control panel over there

that says "Release." We need you to push it.

Oh, she'll never get there in time.

All right, plan B.

For boot.

Second time's the charm.

I'm all outta boots, kid. I'm all outta boots.

I'm so sorry, Nancy. I wish I could've done more.

Wait, I can. I'm wearing shoes.

Shoe. I'm wearing shoe.

Come on, Gloria. Everyone's counting on you.

Just take your shot and...

Yah!

- Ooh. -,No!

Oh!

Hmm? Ooh!

Dream team?

You said it.

Dream team.

I think you dropped this, dear.

All right, what's next?

We have to find a way to contact my family.

What?

No. No.

No! We're too late.

- Huh?

Gramma?

Uh... Tilly!

Dad?

Dad.

♪ I had my fun ♪

♪ Now it's done ♪

♪ And so is my Big City ♪

♪I wanted to try somethin' new ♪

♪ Now all I have is self-pity ♪

♪ I made mistakes I caused heartbreaks ♪

♪ And now I'm filled with dread ♪

♪ 'Cause by far the worst ♪

♪ Was my outburst ♪

♪ That ding-dang stuff I said ♪

♪ If you're a dad ♪

♪ It feels so bad ♪

♪ When your son tells you you're crummy ♪

♪ I told him "No" like in that tableau ♪

♪ So much it drove him from me ♪

♪ If I had the chance I'd change my stance ♪

♪ And show my heart instead ♪

♪ But that ship has sailed I big-time failed ♪

- ♪ With that ding-dang stuff I said ♪ - ♪ Ding-dang stuff I said ♪

♪ Now that I know I hurt you ♪

♪ Feels like a part of me is lost ♪

♪ But I made my choices ♪

♪ Now I gotta live with the cost ♪

♪ These were to be memories ♪

♪ We'd smile as we recall ♪

♪ But with no family there to share them with ♪

♪ Why remember them at all? ♪

♪ I really goofed My world's gone poof ♪

♪ And I'm the one to blame ♪

- ♪ Oh, Dad was right ♪ - ♪ I ain't too bright ♪

- ♪ I think I might ♪ - ♪ Our pointless fight ♪

♪ Be forever filled with shame ♪

♪ I could see I caused him pain ♪

♪ Now that I know I hurt you ♪

♪ Feels like a part of me is lost ♪

♪ But I made my choices ♪

♪ Now I gotta live with the cost ♪

- ♪ But it's too late ♪ - ♪ Oh, what a fate ♪

- ♪ To set things straight ♪ - ♪ It isn't great ♪

♪ That dream is nearly dead ♪

♪ If I could redo one mistake-aroo ♪

♪ It would be the catastrophe ♪

♪ Of those silly screams I didn't mean ♪

♪ That ding-dang stuff ♪

♪ That ding-dang stuff ♪

♪ That awful stuff ♪

♪ I said ♪

Cricket!

Cricket!

Mom?

Pumpkin! You're alive!

Mom!

Mom.

Cricket, look, I don't know how long this signal will hold

and we don't have much time.

The asteroid's on its way and we gotta figure out a way to save Big City.

Any ideas, kiddo?

I...

No, all my ideas are bad.

Well, unless somebody thinks of something, we're all going to die!

What Gloria means is right now there are no bad ideas.

Tell that to Dad.

He said all my ideas are crazy.

I'm startin' to think he's right.

It was my idea to go to space, and look where that got everyone.

If I tried to save Big City, I...

I'd probably end up hittin' it with a second, bigger asteroid

and double destroyin' it.

Ouch! What was that for?

Cricket Green, you listen to me.

Sure, some of your ideas can be a bit crazy,

but crazy problems need crazy solutions.

I know you and your dad don't always see eye to eye,

but you two are more alike than you may realize.

You both do what's best for the family,

you just go about it in different ways.

And I believe with all my heart

that if y'all could appreciate each other's strengths,

there's nothin' you can't do.

- Cricket? - Mom?

Dang signal. Mom?

You can do this.

I can do this?

I can do this!

Come on, Leggy, we've got a city to save.

Huh?

Bingo-bango.

- Bill! - Papa!

Hi, Dad.

Cricket?

- Uh, look, -so, um-- - Hey, um--

Enough mushy-mash! How are we gonna stop that lousy asteroid?

All those people gettin' smooshed

would put a real damper on this vacation.

Rule Alpha Prime, "At your lowest moment, call Gwendolyn."

She will always possess the answer you seek.

Hi. This is Gwendolyn Zapp.

If you're calling about the imminent asteroid collision,

I've turned my back on Earth and started a new life on Mars.

Viva la Mars!

- Gwendolyn abandoned us?

Yeah, big surprise there.

I spent my whole career following her rules

because I believed she was leading us towards a better tomorrow,

but she abandoned us!

Yep, she's a stinker.

This whole time she was only in it for herself?

My whole life is a lie?

- I'm gonna give you a minute.

Changing the subject, Tilly, look what I found floatin' around in space.

Good thing you put your name on it.

My journal!

So back to that big death ball situation, what are we gonna do?

Hmm, I think I've got an idea.

Huh?

Come on, Remy. - We're going back into orbit.

Be right there. Just gotta stretch my little leggies.

They made it!

Hey, Green family. We're about to conga, and my hips ain't wrong-a.

Sorry, Remy, no time.

There's an asteroid headed for Big City,

and it's gonna blow up everyone we know and love.

Even worse, Gwendolyn abandoned us!

No, that's not worse. She's just goin' through somethin' right now.

Remy, which way to the tractor beam control room?

That way. Go get 'em, Greens.

Come on, gang, hurry!

We need a code to get in.

Hey! Using BigTech clearance codes

without explicit permission from Gwendolyn is against the rules.

Come on! Really?

But I'm not living by her rules anymore.

Whoo-hoo! Okay! I like Colleen now.

Access granted. Welcome, Commander Voyd.

- Yeah! - It worked!

My hero may not be a hero, but I can be.

Excuse me. Would you please explain what you are doing?

Oh, we were just, uh, breaking in.

Cricket! - I'm sorry, I panicked!

That is what we thought.

Unleashing complementary lasers.

The doors!

Not on Gramma's watch.

- Hang on. Whoa!

- Let's go.

What the...

Leg?

I'll never forget you, Cyber Leg.

Their lasers destroyed the controls.

Don't tell me we came all this way

and the beamy-ma-bob ain't even gonna work.

The beam still works, but it's pointed in the wrong direction.

With the controls blasted, we need a different way

to get the tractor beam into position.

Ah-ha! All right, Greens.

You're gonna blast me out into open space through this trash chute.

It's risky, but once I reach the tractor beam

I can manually move it into position,

target the asteroid, and...

I can't fit.

- Dang. - Okay.

- Then we go back to the Kludge. - Papa, there's no time.

The asteroid's closin' in on Big City!

Well, there has to be another way to get out there.

There is.

Huh?

But it's kinda crazy. Sorry, Dad.

No!

No, it's too dangerous. He's not tethered to anything.

Hang on. Maintaining visual on the boy.

Cricket.

Whoo! You can do it, boy!

See, Papa, Cricket's doin' fine.

You're right. Never doubted him for a second.

Mr. Green, you're hurting me.

Ah. Sorry.

All right, I made it. Tell me what to do.

There's a steering wheel on the back of the beam.

Give it a few turns and I'll tell you when to stop.

Okay.

Almost there.

And... stop.

Activating the beam now.

- We have a successful lock. - Yay!

Oh. Okay, Cricket, get back inside right now.

Wait. The asteroid is still racing towards Big City at an incredible speed.

What? But I did the thing. Why didn't it work?

Pulling in a courtesy shuttle is one thing,

but the tractor beam isn't powerful enough to stop a giant asteroid.

All those people.

Our home.

Mom.

Dang it! I'm not lettin' that thing crush Big City, Colleen. What can we do?

Right. Right. Uh...

Perfect.

Cricket, see the switches on the side of the beam?

To stand any sort of chance against this asteroid,

we have to tap into the beam's power reserves.

On it.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Nice job. Now make your way to the second switch.

You two, kill the lights. We gotta give this thing all the power we got.

Hey, Dad?

Yes, what is it, son?

I just... I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what I said to you on the asteroid.

And for all of this.

I just wanted the family to have the best vacation.

I know you did.

If I hadn't hijacked our trip, none of this would have happened.

And you would've kept us safe like you always do.

Everything would be better if I wasn't...

If I weren't so...

The asteroid is slowing down, but we need more power.

It's okay, Cricket. I hear you.

I may keep the family safe,

but I know that playin' everything safe can be, uh, [chuckles] dull.

But you, you keep things exciting.

Without you, this family wouldn't be the same.

You're bold, creative, and you take big leaps.

You mean that?

With all my heart.

It's working! The asteroid is slowing!

We just need a bit more power.

Cricket, make your way to the final switch.

Got it.

What the...

Oh, no. The trashteroid field!

Whoa!

Huh?

Cricket!

Dad, I can't do it. I can't.

It'll be okay, son.

It'll be okay.

Because...

I just got a crazy idea.

- What? - Huh?

Uh, Papa?

Bill, what are you doing?

Goin' on vacation.

Cookie!

Huh?

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Huh? Dad? Dad!

What are you doin'?

What I do best. Keeping you safe.

Are you ready to do what you do best?

Come on, boy.

Cricket, look at me.

Huh?

Huh?

Breaking news. I'm Maria Media, and Big City is safe!

Hey! I'm alive! Free hot dogs for everybody!

Wow! Today really turned around!

Yeah!

We did it!

Uh, family,

did anyone turn off the tractor beam?

No need to panic.

Oh, right. Inertia.

We have to evacuate.

But how are we gonna evacuate an entire hotel?

And get everyone to stay in an orderly single-file line?

In a way that doesn't alarm the masses.

Let's conga!

Okay, nobody panic.

Just let the rhythm take you to your designated escape pods.

That's all of 'em. Thanks for your help, Remy. You're a hero.

The true hero was the beat, Cricket. It was the beat.

Wait, Colleen. I mean, Commander Voyd.

Thanks for everything.

You are not alone in your quest for a better tomorrow.

Because you'll have Cookie with you.

Uh...

Cookie is a creature of the cosmos

and belongs with you on your endeavors.

Farewell, you magnificent creature.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, come on, let's get outta here.

No!

What's up, Gwendolyn?

Hey, you know what's even better than stayin' in a Space Hotel?

Watchin' one blow up. Man, that was awesome.

It kinda was.

I have to hand it to you, Cricket,

even though we almost died...

- Several times. - Totally worth it.

My fun meter has never encountered this much fun.

- Me neither. - I've had better.

You know, this spacecation isn't over yet.

The rescue ship your mom sent won't arrive for a few hours.

What should we do till then, Papa?

Oh, I don't know. Got any ideas, son?

Thanks for askin', Dad.

We could go to Venus and...

No, wait. We should drag race on the moon.

I forgot about Uranus. The funniest planet.

Ah! The possibilities are bustin' my brain!

Take your time.

You'll land on something great.

You always do.

♪ I tricked my family into space ♪

♪ It created quite the rift ♪

♪ There was an epic robot chase ♪

♪ We all ended up adrift ♪

♪ That asteroid was no fun, you know? ♪

♪ We might've gained a dent or ding ♪

♪ But that's just how vacations go ♪

♪ And I wouldn't change a thing ♪

♪ We're on a Green family vacation ♪

♪ The best we ever had ♪

♪ On our Green family vacation ♪

♪ Same time next year, Dad? ♪

♪ We're on a Green family vacation ♪

♪ We went to space ♪

♪ On our Green family vacation ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

So it may appear as if I abandoned the city in its time of need.

But hey, I'm back! Now look under your seats

for a free BigTech space vegetable.

Come on!

I did not see handing a bunch of vegetables to an angry mob backfiring.

Luckily, my PR team came prepared.

Whee!

Adios muchachos.

You're doin' great, Voyd-sternauts.

Hyah! Let's make a better tomorrow.

Isn't that right, Cookie?

We are the change!

Thanks for the ride, dearies.

- She's nice. - You wanna drive home?

- Oh, my gosh. Can I? - Think you can handle it?

Oh, you know I can, girlfriend.

No, no, I'm fine.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Nancy, help me. Help me.

You got this, kiddo.

Fits great, Doc.

One question.

Where's the lasers?

Surrender now or perish like your brethren!

Precious memories.

Watch out, Dad.

You're in the trashteroid field.

Nope, nope.

- What are y'all doing? Close one.

And just like that, the Greens shared a vacation of a lifetime.

Who'd have thought

a country-raised family could endure such a journey?

With those amazing spectacles, and set pieces, and--

- Dad! He's back again! - Oop!

Get outta here!

Time to go. Remember to watch the normal episodes.

They're pretty good. See ya!