Synopsis: A comedy/sci-fi/adventure about three high school kids who invent a 10 minute time machine to spare others just like them from the humiliation they've endured.
Director(s): Lev L. Spiro
Production: Walt Disney Home Entertainment
  5 nominations.
98 min



First day of high school, Virg.

We made the big time.

Football games, free periods...

the chicks.

- Derek? You have a bat in the cave.

- Huh?

Boogie fever.

And that was just a test.

Had it been an actual emergency...

- Oh, hey, hey.

- Aww...

Their first high school fight!

My boys are growing up so fast.

- Where does the time go?

- Who cares about the past?

- I'm thinking about my social future.

- Well, I don't want anything to change.

I've got my two best guys

right here, right now.

I'm your favorite though? You can

admit it. He's man enough to take it.

I still can't believe you talked

me into trying out for cheerleading.

You'll do fine.

It's him I'm worried about.

He's in full freak mode

about football tryouts.

Don't worry, I'll be there

for moral support.

- You mean to goof around?

- Exactly.

This is serious.

You better not embarrass me.

D-rock, I never try to embarrass you.

It just works out that way.

But first, a little boom-bah.

Relax, Beaugard.

Be the ball, be the ball.

What's up with that?

I'll see you guys later.

- OK, that's enough for today.

- No! Wait! I can do this.

Bro, maybe you ought to rest your arm.

What is that?

Coming through! Whoa!

Coming through! I can't control it!

I'm really sorry! Look out!


I'm sorry! Excuse me!

He's chewing up my field!

- Isn't that your neighbor?

- Charlie Tuttle.

This kid in our class

who's nine years old.

He skipped a bunch of grades

because he's a genius.

Oh, yeah. A real Einstein.

Get off my field right now!

Stupid dork's going down.

What are you doing? He's going away.

Just ignore him.


Now that's some accuracy.

Little baby.

Come on, give him a break.

Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey!

Hey, come on!

Hey, Derek?

Derek, if you wanna jump in,

that's cool.


Put me down!

Put me down!

- Good throw! All right, Derek!

- Nice shot!

Thanks for sticking up for me.

I'm sorry about how it turned out.

Please tell me I don't look

as ridiculous as you do.

It's not that bad, really.

That's a... that's a nice red on you.

- I'm Charlie Tuttle.

- Virgil Fox.

Nice to meet you.

So, what's the story

with that rocket cart thing?

I always get a hard time on the bus

and I hypothesized

a rocket-propulsion all-terrain cart

would help avoid embarrassment.

Uh-huh. And how's that

working out for you?

It's working great!

My emotion modulator

actually allows me to understand

what Albert Felinestein is trying to

communicate with his various meows!

Isn't that amazing?

Virgil? Hey! Earth to Virgil.

Virg! Don't you think, Virgil?

Virgil? Aren't you excited?

Yes, Charlie, I'm thrilled

that you talk to your cat.

Um, I'm not entirely certain, but I

believe you may be employing sarcasm.

Charlie, what do you want from me?

Your inventions always work.

I can only act so surprised

every time you figure out

how to power your house

with tartar sauce.

It's cocktail sauce.

You know what would make me happy?

If you built something useful.

By useful, I mean something that

would make me rich and popular. Or both.

Hey, you can't

ride that thing on the...

Hey, great bike. Lots of shiny,

chrome, gear-y things.

Did you know that the contents of

pudding actually makes you grow taller?

- It does.

- That's why you're so tall.

It's the electrolytes

and everything.

Thumbs down... and go!

Yes! I win!

Senior year and I'm still

eating at the dork table.

No offense, guys. I do enjoy

the stimulating conversation.

Hey, none taken.

But seriously, how did it come to this?

Let's see, maybe your plight

has something to do with

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