Getting There (2002)

[bunniefuu]

Yup, that's me, behind the wheel.

Cool. No, very cool.

Day One of the big road trip.

LA to Utah for the Winter Olympics.

It's all good. No, it's all great.

Licensed to drive.

The sun shining on our faces,
the wind ripping through our hair...

and a driver's license! This is so much fun.

Okay, enough with the infomercial.
When do I get to drive?

You will.

Your two favorite words
since the day we got this car.

"You will."

And you will.

The Santa Monica Freeway to the I-15...

then 544 miles to Salt Lake City
for the Olympics.

Our first road trip!

By the way, there's this little
technicality we had to deal with...

about six months ago.

It's called a driver's license.

- If you don't know it by now....
- Forwards and backwards.

Okay, but I've seen
rainbows with less color.

You can return that and get a free refund.

Look, I've read it, I've lived it.
And it's common sense anyway.

Students, put your books away.

This is it. 20 questions, 20 minutes.

That's a minute per question.

You may begin. Good luck.

Kylie and Taylor Hunter...

you passed.

Now that's what I'm talking about.

Nice seeing you again, Mrs. Herring.

You passed, too.

They did it. They really did it!

Sixteen and on the road.

I can't believe they did it!

Get a grip.

You know, Lyndi, it's not like they just
solved global warming or world hunger.

You know, Jenn Mor, you're real dazzling
when you're dissing on people.

Broast.

- It's Toast.
- Whatever.

Not if you were the last guy
on Planet Earth.

So I guess that's a "No."

They're halfway home.

Halfway? The next part of the test
is the test.

How am I doing?

Okay, two hands on the wheel.
One at 10:00 and one at 2:00.

Speaking of time, I got a lunch break.
And I'd really hate to miss it.

- Sure. When is it?
- In two hours.

You don't like the music? I'll change it.

Just so you know,
I have a wife and three kids.

Kids that really need
to be raised by two parents.

That's great. Do you have any pictures?

Two hands.

- You passed?
- Yeah.

- See? Piece of cake, right?
- Yeah. But I'm driving home.

Okay.

With driver's license in hand
now it was time for us to celebrate.

You know I'm glad we didn't have
a big, over-the-top blowout.

Are you making fun of my sweet sixteen?

You had 300 people there,
and you knew, what, 50 or 60?

Forty-seven. It got a little out of hand.

I'd say. There won't even be 300 people
at our junior prom.

- Can girls ask guys to the prom?
- Sure. It's a free country.

You know, when Danny comes back out,
you should ask him.

Danny's into Taylor.

There are two chances
of me going with Danny.

And they both live in a convent.
Nun and nun.

I know who I'm going to the prom with.

Dude, Toast.

I called you an hour ago.
This thing's almost over.

Dude, chill, dude.

I don't walk away from one
of my mom's home-cooked meals.

Dude, you wouldn't walk away
from a four-day-old French fry.

Jenn's in a bathing suit. Yeah.

No, dude. That's a bikini.

Dude, Toaster. I've got the best idea.

No. I'm not interested.

But you want to be
the hit of the party, right?

Then go out there
and do one of your famous cannonballs.

- Dude, it is not going to happen.
- But it's funny. And what do girls like?

Hunky jocks named Dylan.

Yeah, but they love "funny."

You're right, dude.
It is kinda "whismical," isn't it?

Hysterical. A crowd favorite.

Yeah!

Attention, shoppers.

- That looks really good.
- Wow.

That's a beautiful cake,
Mr. and Mrs. Hunter.

The bakery worked overtime
on this masterpiece.

It's a work of art. Thank you.

- Happy birthday.
- Happy birthday!

- Make a wish!
- Blow out the candles.

Banzai!

Toast!

Or not.

Yeah!

Who's the dude?

Nice, Toast.

Dude, Danny tricked me into doing this.

Me?

I didn't do anything.

Well, guess you can't
have your cake and eat it, too.

Tay, I mean, we turned 16,
got our licenses.

Now we're just hanging out
with our friends. It's all good.

Yeah, you beat the DMV.
That makes you totally awesome.

Well, now all we need is a car.

Don't look at me.

Oh, my. Thank you so much.

- You guys are the best.
- You can keep our allowance forever.

Oh, we are.

- Oh, man!
- Oh, my God.

Yeah, Mustang.

Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Hunter,
you think you could adopt me?

Okay, now I only ask one favor--

We will be as responsible with the car
as we are at school and at home.

This is the sweetest 16 ever.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

My sister and I ha ve been sharing
our beautiful red car for six months.

At this point, we consider it
a member of the family.

Six months driving
and finally our first road trip.

- Yeah, but I still think we should fly.
- Just no flying in the Mustang.

Taylor, as hard as this may be, just relax!

- I mean, half the fun is getting there.
- No, the fun is there.

I mean, ice hockey, bobsledding,
downhill skiing.

And your favorite hottie. Alex Reisher.

I respect Alex Reisher because
he's an amazing downhill skier.

He's fast, he's powerful, he's...

a total hottie.

I totally second that.

Okay, as fun as the Olympics may be,
this trip is about...

chilling with our friends,
cruising in our car...

- and our hair whipping in the wind.
- Oh, my hair.

You're staying
at the most amazing ski lodge.

Fireplaces in every bedroom,
heated sidewalks.

Heat on our feet? That is sweet.

- Thanks, Mom.
- You're welcome.

Thanks, Mr. and Mrs. Hunter.

Just do me one favor?

Listen to Mike and Allison.

Oh, we're talking chaperones.

You're going with young men.

Young, yes. Men?

That's quite a stretch.

The Toast-mobile.

Thanks for sharing your doughnuts
with us.

I only got a dozen.

Come on, dudes. First one
to the In-N-Out Burger in Barstow.

Whoa. You're not racing.

Oh, no. Racing?

No, sir, Mr. Hunter.

No, that's more like a figure of speech.

Like, "Let's book", you know.
"We want to bust some phat air."

Yeah.

- Subtitles, please.
- They're anxious to snowboard.

Yeah, don't worry, Mr. Hunter.
We'll be cool.

Right, Ky-Ky?

Right, Sam-Sam.

Please.

We'll see you guys in Barstow.

First one to Barstow!

All right, everybody. Cell phones.

AOL Instant Messengers.

Okay. 'Bye.

- 'Bye.
- Have fun.

Drive safely.

- Love you.
- Love you, too.

Oh. Camera. Sorry.

Here we go.

Be careful!

Hello, Utah!

Okay, remember that road trip
I told you about in the beginning?

Well, it's about to start.

You've got to love America, right?

I mean, Mom, apple pie,
and a driver's license.

Henry Ford is the coolest.

Henry Ford. He's a junior, right?

And she has a 3.5 GPA.

Would Mr. Ford mind if we put the top up?

- It's messing my hair.
- No way.

Top down rocks.

- Yeah, boys, here we come!
- We're going to Utah, yeah!

I can't believe your dad's letting you
take his pride and joy all the way to Utah.

It's called trust, dude.

It's called elation.

He's happy you're leaving
him alone for a week.

Don't argue with success, bro.

Right, this ride is taking us to the snow.

Tons of it!

Yeah!

A week of skiing and snowboarding
with four hot babes!

One that's totally into me.

The other three that are totally into me.

It's a good thing we're in a convertible...

because your egos would never fit
into a hardtop.

Come on, dude, step on it.

Why do they call Taylor's seat shotgun?

Enough with the history. We're on break.

Okay. Back in the day before, you know,
Henry Ford did his thing...

people rode things called stagecoaches.

And stagecoaches were pulled by horses.

And the person sitting
next to the driver carried a shotgun.

A shotgun? For what?

What do you think?

- There were bad guys? And....
- Lyndi, it was called the Wild West.

- Now the wildest thing we have is Toast.
- Yeah.

Dude...

I gotta make like Christopher Columbus
and discover a taco joint.

You just ate.

Doughnuts.

Not a very nutritious breakfast.

Let's get some breakfast burritos!

Breakfast burritos.

I'm going to call the girls.

Hey, Taylor.

Hey, Sam.

We're going to get something to eat.

Didn't you guys eat, like, 41 minutes ago?

We have Toast, remember?

Oh, yeah. Toast.

Have fun.

- Hey, you want to come with us?
- No, thanks.

This journey began six months ago
and we're not stopping now.

- All right, talk to you later, Taylor.
- Okay, 'bye.

All right, guys, we pull right out
and then our next stop is Barstow.

- For another meal?
- Yeah, hello.

Sam, it's called lunch, bro.

It's the fifth most
important meal of the day.

Fifth?

Fifth?

Smells like Cinco de Mayo.

Toast, you da man! You da man!

Ándale!

Stop!

No!

- What's wrong, bro?
- No hot sauce.

I'm not about breakfast burrito
minus the flame.

Dude, no hot sauce?

- No way!
- Way.

- We gotta have the HS.
- HS.

When do I get to drive?

You will.

Whatever.

Ky, it's 11 hours to Deer Valley.
Everyone's gonna get plenty of driveage.

- Look, it's a beautiful day.
- It's just clear sailing to Utah.

Hello?

Utah, we have a problem.

Look what we did to the Caddy.

Dude, my dad is gonna go medieval.

We?

You were the one that was driving, Spike.

Oh. Are you talking to me?

Yes, I am.

Peace.

You guys, the girls are gonna laugh at us.

Relax, Toast, the girls
aren't gonna laugh at us.

Wait, Sam.
I thought you said you had an accident.

How are we defining accident?

Accident? Okay, in the dictionary
this would fall under "cerebral meltdown."

Who was driving?

Then food has to be
the root of this disaster.

Breakfast burritos.

Okay, wait. So how will you guys
get to Utah?

You can fit in with us!

Hey, wait a minute.
Why don't we just fly to Utah?

Not a bad idea.

Wait. Maybe we should fly tomorrow, too.

The Olympics aren't waiting for us.
We'll drive through. Okay?

- I mean, I've already missed--
- Ice hockey, bobsled, downhill, aerials.

Okay.

So, we'll see you guys in Utah. My turn.

Good luck.

'Bye!

Good work, Spike.

- Come on.
- Dudes.

Those guys are so....

Is lame too strong?

Lame. Perfect.

You know, all that burrito talk
has me hungry.

Me, too.

Okay, no. Let's chew up miles, not food.

Tay, food run.

Yeah, we're hungry.

Please?

Come on. Please?

Okay, 20 minutes
and we're back on the road.

Twenty minutes?

So nothing that's
either cooked or chewed.

- We'll get four bowls of cold milk.
- All right.

Twenty-five minutes.

Taylor, chill.

I mean, it's smooth sailing.

It's fine.

It's amazing how fast you can eat
when someone's timing you.

Wait a minute.

Did we miss something?

- Our car is gone.
- Yeah, how about stolen.

Our car is stolen!

I'm calling the police.

Even worse than that,
how will we break this to our parents?

Smooth sailing, right, Gilligan?

Relax, Taylor.

I mean, this is all part
of the great adventure.

Misadventure.

But you know what?

Everything's cool because tomorrow...

we are going to get
on a plane with the boys.

Day One.

Let's just say, not good.

You know, in the '70s this was yoga?

- Spin.
- Please spin.

Left foot red.

Yo, Lyndi, game over.

One, two...

three.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

What a day.

I mean, this trip is a disaster.

Don't worry...

insurance will cover the car
and we'll be on the road tomorrow.

And everything will work out.

Hey. Sumptuous "steaksalicious,"
up in 10 minutes.

Be there or be square.

Hey, Kylie, hold on a second.

What do you think we are?

Like, how would you classify us?

American teenagers?

No.

We. Us.

You and I as a couple.

Well, I'd say we're friends.

Friends is good.

I'd kind of like to be more.

Fresh lemonade.

Nice touch, Mr. H.

Toast, this is USDA prime choice.

Treat carefully.

No prob, Mr. H.

I have the utmost respect for meat.

You know, I think we're in that area...

like the gray area.

You know, friends, but...

friends.

I don't think gray's a real color. I mean,
blue, green, orange. They're colors.

I don't think I'm really ready
for blue, green or any of the other...

real so-called colors.

Okay.

Fine, but...

but gray is sort of blah.

Then let's call it charcoal.

We're in the charcoal area.

I guess charcoal is pretty cool for now.

Let's eat.

Wow, they look great, Mr. Hunter.

Jenn, steak is a once-in-a-while thing,
so when you do it....

Do it right.

Atta girl.

Jenn, this lemonade is hype, too.

Let me get you some.

Steaks marinated in lemonade.
It could be interesting.

I'll call for Chinese.

Thanks for having us over.

Yeah, next time we'll be sure
to cook waterproof meat.

Hey, it's called lemonade marinade, dude.

Another meal "Toasted."

Can we save the bickering for tomorrow?
We have to go to sleep.

We'll see you guys at 10:00
for the noon flight...

to San Francisco to Sacramento
and then Salt Lake.



Charcoal's not that bad.

Yes, Danny?

I was wondering--

If you want a kiss, kiss Toast.

Oh, make me hurl.

I'll see you dudes tomorrow, 6:00 a.m.?



They think we're on the noon two-stop.

I thought we had the nonstop.

We do. They just don't know.
I mean there's only four seats left.

So let them go up and down all day.

Hey.

I called the airlines.

There's an early nonstop tomorrow
with only four standby seats left.

We told them that we'd meet them
at the noon flight that takes two stops.

Oh, so we sneak onto the early nonstop...

and let the girls fly up and down all day?

Exactly.

- Does this make us clever or cunning?
- I think a little bit of both.

I guess that makes us "clunning."

Sneaky, dude.

Really sneaky.

Day Two. The Plan.

One short flight
and we'll be hitting the slopes.

Passengers, please maintain contact
with personal belongings at all times....

I can't believe I'm doing this to Kylie.

Sam.

They'll take a later flight,
make the two stops...

get there five or six hours behind us.
It's no big deal.

But I have to tell her
that we took an earlier flight.

Dude, just call her on her cell.

- This is kinda low.
- It's no big deal!

Why are we sneaking around
if it's no big deal? I mean...

the girls are sound asleep in their beds.

What are you guys doing here?

We wanted to get here early.

Yeah.



Better safe than sorry.

- The early bird eats the worm.
- Catches the worm.

But then, I'm sure you'd eat it.

All right. Busted.

We wanted to catch
the nonstop at Southwest at 8:00...

but there were only four seats.

You know, I can't believe you guys.
I mean, sneaking behind our backs?

Sam, you're in on this?

How are you defining in?

You three are the lowest.

Wait a minute. Why are you here?

I get it.

You know about the nonstop and you...

were scamming us.

What did you say last night, Taylor?

I remember.
"Meet us at 10:00 for the noon flight."

Who wants to go up and down and...

up and down when there's a nonstop?

I am appalled.

You are the...

lowest!

So now that we're all equally low,
could we please show some maturity?

I mean, this isn't a race.

Run for it.

- Fours seats--
- Three seats to Salt Lake.

I'm sorry, the flight is full. But I can get
you on the next flight which leaves--

We know.

There goes luge.

I can't believe you guys.

I can't believe you.

- We'll get our tickets on a later flight.
- So will we.

- Fine.
- Great.

What? They're nothing but problems.

We'll see them on the slopes.

Fine.

Great.

Dude?

Go, Sam.

I mean, I'll see you in Salt Lake.

Have a nice flight.

Yo, Danny, Toast, wait up.

You know, good move, Jenn.

We don't need those three anchors
weighing us down.

I'm running out of Olympics,
so I'll get some tickets and take control.

No. Taylor, wait.

I got us into this mess
by insisting that we drive, so...

I'll get us out of it.

Taylor, relax.

Grab a latte.

I'll go get the tickets, and I'll be back
before you can say "Alex Reisher."

A quick plane change in San Francisco
and we're nonstop to...

Salt Lake for the Winter Games.

Well, let's just wait for them.

We're in San Diego?

San Diego?

You bought the wrong tickets
and put us on the wrong plane?

I'm sorry. I must've got my Sans mixed up.

What, is this the screw-up part
of your so-called adventure?

I hear Shamu is hype.

Santa Barbara?

This was your brilliant idea, Sam?

A stop in Santa Barbara, a stop
in San Francisco, then nonstop to Utah.

Who knew we'd hit turbulent
weather and be grounded?

Bad weather in Frisco, no flights to Utah
and nothing back to LA.

We're stuck.

We could always do Shamu.

Hey, Danski, need any hot sauce?

No. They gave me plenty.

If they had hot-sauced us yesterday,
we'd be boarding fresh powder right now.

Dude, how are we going to get back to LA?
A bus? A train?

Transcendental meditative travel?

You guys need a ride to Los Angeles?
We're going to LA.

We'd be happy to give you a ride.

- How much?
- No charge.

But we have to make
a short stop in Oxnard.

- That's okay?
- That's cool.

Let's go, okay?

Yeah! Ándale!

We can't just sit here all day.

Anyone, thoughts, ideas, suggestions?

- We'll take a cab home.
- To LA?

Someone have a better idea?

You say the whale and die.

Hey, Juan. This is fanatical, man.

This is like nature, hiking and eating...

all in one.

You forgot suntan, my friend.

So I spoke to the girls.

They're taking a cab home from San Diego.

San Diego?

They are so lame.

- We're doing migrant labor in Oxnard.
- No kidding. This is tough work.

Yeah, and your friend Tostada, here.
He's eating all of his profits.

Juan, he usually does.

Back home and back to the drawing board.
Time for Plan C.

Or is that Plan D?

All right, guys. Right. Thanks.

There are no open flights to Salt Lake.

- My gosh.
- I've got a solution.

We'll take the bus.

- The bus?
- The Greyhound to Las Vegas.

Vegas? Yeah.

This is not a Vegas vacation.

We'll take the bus to the Vegas airport
and catch a nonstop to Salt Lake City.

And tomorrow, we're going to be skiing.

- Isn't that a bit complicated?
- Why can't we just fly to Vegas?

Because it's winter break, remember?
There'll be no flights with seven seats.

Plus, this time we're sticking together.

It's a good plan.

It's inventive. It's creative.

Desperate.

So, you don't mind us
continuing on this adventure?

Misadventure.

What're you reading about?

Picabo Street.
Everything about her is way cool.

Gold in the Super-G 1998,
and silver in the '94 downhill.

She was born in Triumph, Idaho.
Triumph. How hype is that?

I was born in Encino.

You know that old movie Encino Man?
That's hype.

Kylie, do you know what'd be really cool?

Sam, we're driving, not parking.

Is Danny your best friend?

Yeah, since sixth grade.

Why?

Well, us girls make fun of each other
in a good-natured way.

But Danny likes to make you
the butt of his really mean jokes.

I mean, do things that you want to do.

Hey, I didn't mean to get all heavy.
It's just something I've been noticing.

Yeah. Me, too.

The food at these places
is usually pretty edible.

How do you know that?

The Bus Food Channel.

Hey, do you guys want something to eat?

- They're asleep. We're on our own.
- Let's go.

Napping on their own time.
We're getting food.

I'm so hungry.

Me, too. That looks good.

- Hi, folks. What can I get for you?
- Two turkey sandwiches, please.

And a burrito. And one of these.

- Do you have hot sauce?
- No hot sauce.

Vegas, here we come. There it is.

My sister got on the wrong bus and
now she's stuck in a one-horse town...

without the horse.

Baker. This is our last stop
before our final destination of Bishop.

This is Baker. Watch your step, please.

This isn't Vegas?

Kylie?

Oh, no.

- Where are we?
- This isn't Vegas.

Not cool. This is not cool.

This can't be good.

Meanwhile, we were still headed
for the land of blackjack and buffets.

They're gone.

- They're gone?
- What?

- They're not at the front of the bus.
- What do you mean?

I have to call Taylor.
Maybe something happened to her.

What if she's hurt?

- I'm sure she's okay.
- Great, no signal.

Maybe they're back at the depot.

I mean, I'm sure they're okay.

I have to call my parents.

They hear about another screw-up
and that's it. No more vacation.

Okay. I'll just call Taylor
until I can get a hold of her.

What do you mean, they're gone?

- Still no answer.
- You'll get a hold of her.

Meanwhile, we just have to stay
in Vegas and wait for them.

We have money and plastic,
and there are plenty of hotels.

And the Liberace Museum.

Liber-who?

Can't reach Kylie.
There's no reception out here.

- She must be in Vegas, freaking.
- At least Vegas is on a map.

Man, this place is small.
Mini-Me wouldn't even fit in this town.

We screwed up big time.
I don't think this is the time for funny.

Taylor, what else is there to do but laugh?

I can't reach Kylie.
The next bus to Vegas is in six hours.

The only motel is a campground tent
with a complimentary snake.

And if I call my parents,
then this trip is history.

Okay. You're right. This isn't funny.

All I wanted was to go
to the Winter Games.

- There's always 2006.
- In Turin, Italy.

I'm gonna go find a bathroom.

Yeah. Me, too.

I'll try Taylor three more times,
then I'm calling my parents.

What are we supposed to do here?

Under 21, and we're in Vegas?

Eat.

No. All you can eat.

Yeah.

- I'm in Las Vegas.
- Oh. It's so good to hear your voice.

We're in the capital of nowhere.

Are you okay,
'cause I've sort of been freaking.

Really? Yeah, me, too.

But we're fine.
We just need to find a way to get to you.

- How're we gonna do that?
- Just stay put.

I almost called Mom and Dad.

- How about you?
- I came close, but...

I figured we got ourselves in this mess,
so we should get ourselves out.

So just stay there,
we'll hook up with you in Vegas...

and we'll fly to Utah, I promise.

- Okay, I'm holding you to that.
- Okay. Love you.

- Love you. Be safe. 'Bye.
- How did it go?

- She has a plan.
- Oh, thank gosh.

Sweet.

- I'm Charly.
- Taylor.

You're either a mirage or lost, 'cause
I've never seen anyone my age here.

I'm real.

Then how did you get up here?

Sorry. None of my business.

All I wanted was to go to the Olympics.
Is that so much to ask?

I worked my butt off to get the tickets.
I should've gone by myself, but...

I had to make it a group trip
with my sister and friends.

And, my luck, I got stuck with the group
that can do absolutely nothing right.

My car got stolen, the Caddy got spiked...

we flew to the wrong San,
I got stuck with a $450 cab ride.

We did migrant labor.
Our steaks got "elemonaded."

We got on the wrong bus.
We're 120 miles from Vegas.

The Olympics are almost over.
I thought I lost my sister.

And thankfully, some good news,
found my sister.

That's the saddest story ever.

No, but it's definitely in the top 10.

I'll take you to Vegas.

You will?

Hey, guys, this is Charly,
and this is our ride.

Looks kind of ancient.



- It was my father's first truck.
- You mean your grandfather.

- Ol' Rusty is reliable.
- Ol' Rusty?

Do you want to sleep in a tent?

Las Vegas, here we come.

Miles and miles of oranges.

You know, one glass of orange juice
has no cholesterol, no fat, no salt...

and provides 120 percent
of your daily vitamin C.

You know, you're kind of an orange expert.

I work in these groves.

After school, and on weekends.

- Really?
- Yeah. I mean, it's great.

I get to spend more time
with my dad that way.

Your dad picks oranges?

Millions.

- Cirque du Soleil?
- Sold out.

- Buffet.
- Chill. We're gonna eat.

- Siegfried and Roy.
- Sold out.

- Buffet.
- Relax. We're gonna eat.

Say, young people, I am Raj.

And you could be very good witnesses.

- He's going to commit a crime.
- No crime.

Witnesses to a wedding.

- A real wedding?
- Bride, groom, rice.

Would that be fried or white rice?

- I treat. Eat-all-you-want buffet.
- What?

You are my savior, dude.

- Well, I mean, we've done everything else.
- It's true.

So you guys have dances and proms?

Yeah. Don't you?

No. I'm home-schooled.

I insist that we pay for gas
and that we get you something extra.

No. Not even.

I'm just glad to hear
about fashion and music.

If you give me your address...

my sister and I will send
books, CDs, clothes, shoes.

Welcome to Graceland Chapel.
Viva Las Vegas, baby.

- Wow, you look just like him.
- Thank you, thank you very much.

Can I get a best man and a maid of honor?

You must be Cute Elvis.

You pinch me one more time
I might have to get "all shook up"...

and dance on your "blue suede shoes."

Anything you say, Elv.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here
today for a very special occasion.

We're here to bring together
two very special people.

People I've come to know and love
as Charles and Lina.

- Carl and Diane.
- Thank you, thank you very much.

Are you sure about this?

'Cause sometimes couples have a
"burnin' love" and then "fools rush in."

Don't be a fool or you're gonna end up
in "Heartbreak Hotel."

"So lonesome you could cry."

Treat each other like teddy bears
and "Viva Las Vegas."

I love this.

Tips are graciously accepted.

Bounce a check and you'll spend
your honeymoon in "jailhouse rock."

That's a little joke there.
"Viva Las Vegas," baby.

Looks like Ol' Rusty's gone to
that big scrap yard in the sky.

We're in the middle of nowhere
with no cell phone coverage.

This happens. No problem.

Problem.

Three weddings in 45 minutes.

This is a wedding factory.

I think my wedding's gonna be
a little bit more traditional.

Yeah.

The King is hungry.

It's time for Cute Elvis
to leave the building.

Any wild animals out here?

We are in the wild.

People do it every day.

Planes, trains, cars, buses,
from Los Angeles to Salt Lake City.

You know, it really happens.
Not for us, but it really happens.

- You guys want to go to Salt Lake?
- For the Olympics.

Why didn't you say that?
I thought you wanted to go to Las Vegas.

To take a flight to Salt Lake.

Salt Lake? My dad will take you
straight to Salt Lake.

No, thanks. I don't ride mules.

- We'll go on his plane.
- Okay, yeah.

And then after,
he can take us to Hawaii on his yacht.

Would you make up your mind?
Is it the plane or the yacht?

This is awesome.
I'm gonna have to move here.

To Las Vegas?

No. To the buffet.

Toast, the worldwide-accepted practice is
you take the food, put it on your plate...

then you put the plate on your table,
and then you eat the food.

Please. Why would I do that?

Toastie, in my country
we have a word to describe you.

"Pig."

Thank you, Raj. Thank you very much.

I think I now understand why
Elvis had such a weight problem.

Viva à la buffet, baby.

Dude. Check out the food.

Toast, this has to be the highlight
of your entire life.

If I cry, tears of joy.

Look at your plate.
You eat as much as Toast.

My plate? I'm carrying this for Toast.

I think I really might cry.

- Pinch me.
- Don't mind if I do.

This is so unbelievable.

Yeah, he's the Orange King of California.
I mean, 35,000 acres of oranges.

Well, you'd think the King
could splurge for a new pickup truck.

- Welcome to Casa l'Orange.
- Hi.

Hi, everybody.

Well, I'm sure you're hungry.
My chef has prepared dinner.

And tomorrow...

my pilots will spin the propeller
and get you folks to the Olympics.

- Thank you, Mr. Simms.
- No problem.

Any friend of Charly's is like family to me.

Hello?

You want us to meet you tomorrow
at the Las Vegas airport?

- What?
- Wait.

You're picking us up in what?

Wait, say that again slowly.

A private jet?

Whoa. A private jet.

Why am I paying for dinner?

- Okay.
- Private jet, baby.

Now, this is the only way to travel.

Yeah, just keep Toast away from the tires.

Don't worry, bro.
There's no spikes on this tarmac.

I feel like Kid Rock!

Let me get a good look at you.

- No, you haven't changed a bit.
- Nice ride, sister.

You can only have so much bad luck.
Eventually, it's gonna change.

So, this is change.

So, is it still a misadventure?

Sometimes, when you get lost,
you find things. Like--

- A private jet?
- Yeah.

Everyone, this is Charly, our savior.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Wait. You're the Orange King?
Did you bring any oranges?

- You must be Roast.
- Toast.

I just wanted to thank you all
for inviting me along.

- Wait a minute. You're thanking us?
- Charly, you're our guardian angel.

Sent to deliver us to the snow.

- So she's our snow angel.
- Snow Angel, that's so beautiful.

What, are we in a Hallmark card or what?

I hate to break the moment...

but the pilot just said there's
an ugly weather front coming through.

We may be delayed.

Did somebody break a mirror?

Hey, I didn't break anything.

Today.

Who's got the SPF?

Who's got the ketchup?

- What is that thing?
- A sun reflector.

That thing is so '70s.

Do you want to tan
or do you want to burn?

Dude, check out that air
that guy just busted.

It's like he just surfed out
of a phat tube, dude.

There's nothing like a hottie
on a longboard.

Oh, you know,
I can almost hear the waves.

Almost? Man, I can hear them fine.

Nothing like sunbathing.

Danny, not cool!

Are you crazy?

Stop it!

- Do you guys want to eat that stuff?
- That was so cold.

- And so uncalled for.
- Hey, peace.

You guys get enough sun in LA.
This is Utah.

Yeah, we can go snowboarding,
we can go skiing, we can go to town.

- Town.
- Town.

Charly and I are gonna watch
Giant Slalom.

Dude, Alex Reisher. That guy always wins.

- Toast, you down?
- Dude, I'm down with my hamburger.

I'm sure there are plenty of those in town.

All right, guys. Let's do the town.

Yeah.

I can't believe it.
The Giant Slalom is sold out.

You're not gonna see Alex Reisher?

It's the last day of the Olympics.
I mean, obviously everything is sold out.

- I thought you had tickets galore.
- I did, for everything but the Giant Slalom.

If everything went as planned,
I'd be able to see Alex ski the prelims.

Alex? So you're on
a first-name basis now?

Impressive.

- It's just so frustrating.
- Sorry, Taylor.

I thought bad things happen in threes,
but I'm up to double digits.

The snow, the mountains,
the fresh air, it's all good.

Yeah, except for one thing.
The chaperones.

Yeah, they're not exactly crowding us.

... young Alex Reisher.

Alex Reisher's up. Where's Tay?

What's up? Food.

- Didn't you just have the cheeseburger?
- Hey, Tay, your boy's up.

- Come on, Alex.
- Go, Alex!

Go!

Oh, my gosh,
he's got the world record pace.

Just one more turn!

Oh, no!

Oh, he's into the catch fence. Oh, my.

That was one of the fastest sections
of the new giant slalom course.

He really slammed into that fence....

There's always Turin, Italy, in 2006.

- Sorry, Taylor.
- It's okay. He's 20. He'll be back.

I'm 17 and I'll be snowboarding
after lunch.

Any of you beautiful ladies interested?

You're snowboarding, Danny?
I love snowboarding.

You can bust phat air?

You're not gonna be sketching,
packing and cratering into a bank.

No way, because we are stomped
to stoke to stick it, dude!

- That is so phat.
- Yeah.

Oh, you guys go
do your skiing and snowboarding.

- I'm gonna do my own thing.
- Let's hit the slopes.

- All right.
- Okay.

...for Alex Reisher on the Giant Slalom
Olympic event, here in Utah.

Tough luck.

This is beautiful, but,
don't you think it's a little much?

Half the deal with skiing is looking good.

You look amazing.

I can live with that.

- Ready?
- Let's go.

- Gentlemen, the promised land.
- Paradise, we have arrived.

- Utopia.
- Nirvana.

All right, put away the thesaurus.
Let's do some cruise-a-roo.

Come on, line, let's move.
We only have an hour left of skiing.

I'm getting pretty good at this.
I used to have a problem with my balance.

Sorry.

This is spectacular.

You and your friends
must go on some amazing trips.

Not even on your dad's plane?

I don't really have friends.
There's no one my age where we live.

My dad always offers to send me to school
in San Francisco or LA, but....

Just come to LA.
We'll hook you up with a million friends.

That's hyperbole.
We only have like a thousand friends.

I can't.

Ever since my mom passed away,
I don't like to leave my dad alone.

Well, just know that wherever you are,
you'll always have seven friends.

We missed the Olympics.

So we had one of our own.
The Cannonball Games.

Impressive artistic expression,
but she needs help on her technical merit.

This girl from the United States
is going to be hard to beat.

- Nice scores.
- No 10s?

- Is anyone counting degree of difficulty?
- We use water displacement.

Sorry, Jenn Mor.

- What is taking Lyndi so long?
- Maybe she's getting her hair done.

Oh, my gosh.

- What happened?
- Lyndi.

The ambulance took me to the hospital
and they put this cast on.

Yeah, but how did it happen?

I went snowboarding, ate it big time,
and broke my leg.

- How broken?
- Two places.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Ouch.

Double ouch.

Why did you go snowboarding?
You don't even know how.

I know.

But I thought if I got good,
you and I could go snowboarding together.

When you get better,
you and I are going to bust some phat air.

Lyndi, you can judge
the Cannonball Olympics.

Yeah, Lynd. Big splash equals big points.

- Big splash and water displacement.
- Let the games begin again.

Next up, the three-time gold medal
winner from Pluto.

That would be the Republic of Pluto.

- Toast.
- Go, Toastie.

All right, Toast,
I know you've been practicing.

Do not mess...

with the Republic of Pluto!

One final competitor.

The gallant young babe
from the middle of nowhere.

We like to refer to it
as the "center of nowhere."

- All right, Charly.
- Come on, Charly.

Go, Charly!

Good job, Charly.

Thank you.

It's okay. I'll be back. Italy, 2006.

- Okay, let's get in the Jacuzzi.
- All right.

I'm surprised you didn't win
the cannonball contest.

I mean, you are the Toast.

Actually, I'm Joshua.

I guess I've been Toast so long
you forgot my name.

Sorry, Joshua.

Why does everyone call you "Toast"?

Danny hung that on me.

I guess toast gets burned a lot.

You know, if you put jam on it,
toast can be really sweet.

Jenn Mor, do you think
that we'd ever date?

I mean, hypothetically.

Joshua, introduce grooming
into your life and who knows.

Go, Republic of Pluto. Yeah.

I'm sure glad we're staying
at Stein Eriksen. Not too shabby.

And it's given our misadventure
a happy ending.

Hope you all had a nice day of skiing.
Can I get you drinks?

Hot apple cider would be perfect.

Double decaf hazelnut cappuccino,
one sugar raw.

A single latte with a mocha blast, please.

Chai latte, cinnamon twist,
with a honey drip.

Hello. Are we in Los Angeles?

Hot apple cider, please.

It's kind of a pain
having chaperones, isn't it?

Sam, it's not like they're around.
Maybe they don't even exist.

Not really.

Mike and Allison.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Mind if I hitch a ride with you?
- No.

You been in Utah long?

About two days. How about you?

- A few weeks.
- Lucky you.

Yeah, but it didn't turn out
quite the way I planned.

Yeah. Our plans hit a snag. Or two or five.

But the experience has turned out
to be really amazing.

Same for me. It's the experience
that's important.

- Right. Well, I'm Taylor.
- Alexander.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

I am the Toast-a-rama.

I'm the Toast-a-reno.
I'm a piece of bread. Stick me in a toaster.

What's up, dudes?

All right, boys,
let's start with some cruise-a-roo.

Yeah. Let's grab air.

- You know what I call this?
- What?

Heaven. Heaven on a hill.

Heaven on a hill. I like that.

- You want to ski together?
- You sure?

The Deer Valley ski instructors
taught me a couple moves, so watch out.

Practically an Olympian?

Well, I'll try to keep up.

- You guys want to race?
- Sure.

- I'm game.
- All right, let's go.

First one down gets gold.

Gold what?

Kylie Hunter, gold medal.

The winner treats lunch.

Okay, fine. It was a three-way tie.

That was fun. Time to find a good table,
eat good food, and boy watch.

- Charly, you fit in perfectly.
- Don't you want to wait for Sam?

Jenn, isn't the answer to that
completely obvious by now?

No. Underlined and in bold letters.

Okay, that's the Jenn I know and love.

Okay.

Hey, you want to come visit?
Come over. Come join us for lunch.

- Your friend is more than welcome.
- Yes, he is.

- Thank you, no. I got to go train.
- Train?

But you're the best skier I've ever seen.

Not quite. Maybe I'll see you again.

- Tomorrow, 9:00 a.m. Quad lift?
- Okay. I'll try.

- Enjoy yourselves, guys.
- 'Bye.

Taylor, he's a hottie.

So cute.

Yeah, I know, but I never saw his face.

I'm so hungry. Hamburgers?

French fries.

A cheeseburger is good.

- Aren't you Alex Reisher?
- Yeah.

Oh, my gosh.

Hey, Sam, last one down
has to do Toast's laundry.

You're on, bro.

- Is that like a race?
- Boys will be boys.

It's always about competition.

Why can't you guys ever
do something just for the fun of it?

Hey, you girls are included, too.

- Then let's get it on.
- First one to the bottom, dude.

Wait.

I must prepare.

On your mark.

Get set! Go!

Come on. Dude.

These are awesome.

Hey, please don't burn mine.

S'mores?

It doesn't sync with graham cr*cker,
marshmallow or chocolate bar.

Sync?

It sinks into my stomach.

Joshua, I'm trying to get to the root
of the term "s'mores."

Nothing like intellectual banter.

Jenn, the name's obvious.

Called s'mores
because you always want more.

Then why not call it "mores"?
How did that "S" sneak up in the front?

How you feeling? Is your leg okay?

It's better now.

Well, if you need anything,
you feel any pain...

just tell Dr. Danny, I'll take care of it.

Whoa, wait. Dr. Danny?

You barely got a "C" in biology,
now you're Dr. Danny.

That's nice.

Don't worry, Danny.
I think it's really sweet.

Oh, blow it out.

Now the challenge...

sandwich the marshmallow.

Let the games begin.

It's toasted.

You know, I'm gonna call it a night.

No, wait. Why?

Here. Let me get you a marshmallow.
I'll get it.

- Come on, Lynd, I'll help you.
- You're a lifesaver, Danny.

Wait, Danny and lifesaver?

There's two words
you never hear together.

- Sam, what's gotten into you?
- I'm just joking.

Bravo.

Ky, stick around.

I mean, we haven't even tried
the famous hot apple cider.

Hot apple cider. Sure.

Actually, chill, Sam.

What?

I'm just not feeling what you're feeling.

Do you see the problem here?

To you we should be boyfriend, girlfriend.

But, what about what's in my head
or in my heart?

You're not into it?

Actually...

no, I'm not.

Charcoal has kind of become
black and white.

Kylie, I know you like me.

Sam, liking and kissing
are two completely different things.

I mean, it takes two people to kiss.

But it takes two people to want that kiss.

I'm just not into it.
I mean, you're one of my best friends.

But that's the way I like it.

It feels so nice to be back behind a wheel.

Okay, so after all the craziness
we went through...

- being here, I'd say, was all worth it.
- Our misadventure was our adventure.

Sometimes it's the journey,
not the destination.

True, but our getting lost days
are behind us now.

So which way do we go?

- West.
- That way.

Some things never change.

You know what? I know exactly
what our next move should be.

Okay? Let's go.

I'm so glad we got our little red baby back.

So, the car thief saw our car
at the diner that day and then, you know...

he just fell in love with it
and had to take it for a test drive.

A 27-day test drive.
But who could blame him? You know?

Kylie, it's my turn to drive.

You will.

Those words sound so familiar.

She's just bent out of shape
about the Winter Games.

No medal and all.

Well, I had fun. I mean, a lot of fun.
It's just...

it could've been the best trip ever.

We know, we know.
You've said that many times.

- So, Charly, excited about school?
- School in LA?

Excited, but kind of nervous.

Well, you'll always have us.

- And us. Right, Jenn?
- Right, Joshie.

- Oh, wait.
- Whoa, sorry.

That's today's paper.

Hey, look, there's that article
on the Alex Reisher guy...

that guy that you're in love with.

I'm not in love with him.

There's a picture of him
right after he lost the Giant Slalom.

Wait a minute. I recognize that outfit.

Do you know who's skiing
in this picture with Alex Reisher?

Who?

That's me.

I skied with Alex Reisher.

Well, like I said, sometimes
it's the journey, not the destination.

We didn't quite make it to the Olympics...

but on our road trip
we got to hang out with friends...

make some new ones, and most of all,
we had a blast along the way.

And the coolest part about turning 16:

Ha ving fun.

That, and, of course, driving.

Home sweet home for a day.

Let's go. Okay.

I can't--

Come on. First one to--

- Turn your phone off.
- Hello.

We have to get to sleep. Sorry.
Can I do that again?

- Pick it up.
- Can I do my line again?

- Can I do mine?
- Can I just do mine, too?

Can we just start over?

Need any hot sauce?

Dude, something bad is in there. I'm sorry.

They gave me plenty.

If they had hot-sauced us yesterday,
we'd be boarding fresh powder right now.

Cut.

Help.

You want to be a hunka-hunka
burnin' love and jiggy with it.

Sam, this is a moving bus--

What is it?

Tay, Wait. What?

Okay, yeah,
and then after we can take his....

What are we taking?

She's still just bent out of shape
about the Winter Games and the medal.

What?

You're just bent out of shape
because the Winter Formal--

What?

I can't believe you guys would go out....

Okay, so now that we are all
very, very low....

That's not the line. What is it?

Don't you have a line?

You have a line.

Hey, you girls are....

I thought you had tickets galore.

I did, for everything but the Giant Slalom.

If everything went as planned
then I'd be able to see him ski the prelims.

I'm not blaming anyone.
I can't.... I'm not blaming anyone.

I mean but we all contributed to....
My chin is broken! I can't talk.

You want to join us for lunch?

Absolutely. I'm starving.

Cut.

What?

You're not supposed to do that.
That's not in the script.

What? What was it?

You're the mystery man, remember?

Right, mystery. Sorry about that.
Forget you know me.

We flew to the wrong San. We got $400....

We got stuck with a....

We got on the bus at the wrong place....

We....