[energetic music plays]
[clock tolling]
[clocks ticking]
LAYLA: My dad has always
had a thing about time.
Like, obsessed.
I don't know how it started.
But I'm sure he could tell you
exactly when--
minute, hour,
day, week, month and year.
That's me. Yes, I know.
It's so weird
what parents think is cute.
My family and I had time
for everything.
But then one day,
everything changed.
My mom's time ended,
and it felt like time stopped.
My dad got really sad and
started working all the time,
trying to fix things.
I'm Layla.
Well, that's my name now.
It wasn't always that.
I want to keep going,
to have new adventures
and to make new memories.
It's hard when my dad
just wants things
to go back to how they were.
I really miss my mom.
And in a strange way,
I miss my Baba, too.
[distant traffic sounds]
[crickets chirping]
[uneasy music plays]
-[computer beeping]
-[gasps]
No, no, no! [panting]
We have to get out of here.
[gasps]
-Well, what's wrong?
-Shh!
Just hurry.
[tense music plays]
-[gasps]
-[tires squealing]
[grunts]
MAN: Ow, ow, ow, ow!
[beeping]
Remember,
he is highly dangerous
but cannot be harmed.
Bring him to me. Go!
[whirring]
HABIB: [panting]
[engine revving]
[beep beep]
[object clatters]
This is the guy.
[alarm blaring]
Baba, please tell me
what's going on.
I'm scared.
I know this is frightening,
my dear Noor,
but I promise you,
I will always protect you.
But why are we running away?
There are some people
that are after
what Aunt Hafsah and I
have discovered.
What kind of discovery?
We have discovered
a tool so revolutionary,
it can change history,
the present,
and the future.
But with all great inventions,
there are bad, greedy people
who want to use them
to gain power.
Like what? A time machine?
When the time is right,
I'll tell you everything.
I'll always protect you.
Right now,
I need you to stay strong.
Just like your mom.
She was the strongest and
bravest person I ever met.
You're just like her.
I trust you, Baba.
But what happens now?
[deep sigh]
We leave everything behind...
including our names.
[groans, grunts]
[tires squealing]
[birds chirping]
[ding-dong, ding-dong]
Hello, hello,
new-family-on-the-block!!
Hmm.
You're the new girl Layla right?
Dean Hafsah told us
all about you!
Are you ready for school?
We can board together!
Board?
You just set it
down like this...hup!
And hop on!
Whoa-oa-oa!
AYSHA: [giggles]
I've got her from here, sir!
I'll see you at school.
Please try to have fun, okay?
-Let's go!
-Whoa-oh!
Hmm?
[beeping]
-HAFSAH: Did you arrive okay?
-HABIB: Yes. We are safe.
HAFSAH:
I saw the security footage,
and you got out just in time!
Are you sure
they can't trace us here?
I'm certain. I checked for
any possible connection,
and there's no way.
You need to relax.
For Layla's sake.
So, how much did you tell her?
Enough
just to make her feel safe.
These people at Zoola Inc.
are very dangerous,
and that makes our work
even more important to finish
before it falls
in the wrong hands.
Do you still think
we should have the kids
-help us with our research?
-Do you?
My students at Aqli Academy
are problem solvers.
They will help us achieve
our goals much quicker.
I trust you.
[energetic music plays]
Whoo-ooh-ooh!
AYSHA: Abdullah!
This is Layla, our new student
and my new best friend!
Sweet, so you're
Khal-culator's cousin?
[ahem] Do I hear my name?
Ha ha.
Welcome to Vancouver, cuz!
Are you excited about classes?
We've got some of the most
venerable scholars
in Vancouver here!
Hey, what's on your mind?
What if I don't fit in?
Or what if I, I dunno,
slip up and say my old name?
Eh, it's entirely possible
to adapt to a new name.
I have
incontrovertible evidence!
Almost all of the 16th century
kings and queens of France
did it,
and their lives turned out okay.
Well, name-wise, anyway.
Whoa!
[majestic music plays]
Layla! Want a tour?
LAYLA: [gasps]
-LAYLA: Ah!
-AYSHA: That's the library.
Oh, and there's Ms. Lubna,
our librarian!
Ha ha, pretty cool, huh?
Aqli's library
houses more titles
than any other library
in North America.
And Khal-culator's
read them all.
Not all. Uh, just most.
This is where
I got my black belt!
Whoa--
[grunting]
Hi-yah! Khalid's still green.
AYSHA: Let's go!
ABDULLAH: Come on, come on!
-ABDULLAH: Whoa--
-Oh!
-ABDULLAH: Oh, that was close!
-LAYLA: Aunt Hafsah!
Welcome home, Layla!
KIDS: [giggling]
Oh, good, you're all here.
I have something
special to show you.
The restricted lab? Really?
Uh, I'm included right?
She meant me, too?
Well, come on now, hurry!
ABDULLAH: Cool!
LAYLA: Where are we?
[beeping]
-[whirring]
-KIDS: [gasp, murmur]
-Whoa!
-AYSHA: Nice! Amazing.
-LAYLA: Wow!
-Sweet!
Perfect.
-LAYLA: Wow.
-AYSHA: [giggling]
Hmm.
Whoa!
-AYSHA: No.
-HAFSAH: Layla!
Baba!
[inhales] Oh!
[exhales] Okay.
Layla, Abdullah, Aysha...
This...is the
Aqli Time Travel Lab.
[soft, stirring music plays]
This is what you've been
working on all these years?
You can time travel?
Well, no.
Our drone cameras can,
but we can't.
Today, our drone cameras.
Tomorrow, it may be us!
It's wild, wild!
[laughing]
Hmm.
All this technology,
yet he's only interested
in his pen and paper?
[beeping, warbling]
[beeping]
You four have been
specially chosen
to take our project
into the next generation.
HABIB: Ah, watch this.
Let us zoom in on this cam
in 825, Baghdad.
[gasps]
We want you
to watch these cameras,
log our findings,
cross-reference
with histories...
perhaps one day help us
re-write history books
for Aqli's library!
So...what do you think?
Oh, Dean, we won't let you down!
Will we?
I can't wait to tell my friends!
-You can't!
-Huh?
Uh, I mean, I mean, uh, ha...
sorry...I got excited.
I mean,
this project is our secret.
No one else can know.
Hmm.
Whoa. What if...
Hmm.
Awesome.
Huh? Abdullah?
Huh, huh?
Uh, uh, guys, uh...
I think we have
a problem here...
-[slow motion] No, Abdullah!
-[distorted] No, no, no!
Aah!
Where--
HABIB: Stay calm now.
I knew moving
wasn't a good idea.
Mm-hmm. Let's go.
Layla!
Wait!
ALL: Aah!
[groaning]
Ohh...
Uh...uh...
Where are we?
AYSHA: Um...
Uh...
-Huh?
-BOTH: [gasp]
KHALID: I think
we're in 825 Baghdad.
Should we find Abdullah?
AYSHA: Are we at the House
of Wisdom, Bayt al Hikma?
-[gasps]
-Whoa.
AYSHA: Let's go!
Where are you, Abdullah?
AYSHA: Where are you, Abdullah?
KHALID:
Oh, somebody pinch me.
-Abdullah!
-Abdullah!
[echoing] ullah...ah...ah...
ALL: Aah!
[laughs] Hey, guys.
This virtual reality game
is crazy!
You can even eat.
Virtual reality?
This is reality-reality, buddy.
We zoomed through a wormhole!
Our cells
literally reconstituted
through space and time!
-[indistinct chatter]
-Do you all hear voices?
AYSHA: Huh?
But don't you see,
the systems of the Romans
has been established
and is in wide use
in all our work.
It is absurd to change it!
F-Fashil,
you don't seem to understand.
Your system is cumbersome.
The--the advanced
calculations...
h*-hold on, h-h-hold on.
Hold on,
I-I've almost found it...
Al-Khwarizmi, perhaps
I should leave you alone
to gather your thoughts.
Unbelievable!
Huh, something clever?
Which part?
Oof, small-nervous-dude
is not winning this argument.
But he will.
That's Al-Khwarizmi!
You know,
the Father of Mathematics!
It's because of him
we have algorithms.
Computer games.
The entire internet.
It's why we have Aqli!
Oh, well then,
I sure hope 'nervous dude' wins!
Haven't--
haven't we warned you about
putting your name
o-on other scholars' work?
You're...I just--you're out!
You have left me no choice.
Your name will never
be associated
with the discoveries
of the House of Wisdom!
It is you who have
left me no choice!
[whistles]
Ow! Ha ha ha.
AL-KHWARIZMI:
[muffled yelling]
Unhand me! Unhand me!
Fashil is hardly terrible
enough a name for you--
Fasid is what you are!
Evil!
I will not stop
until your legacy--
everyone's legacy--
lies in ruins!
Lock him up!
AL-KHWARIZMI: Oh--ow!
FASID: [evil laughter]
Then let's help him!
Whoa--stop! Stop.
We can't interfere
with anything in the past
or things won't turn out
the way they're supposed to.
If Al-Khwarizmi disappears,
we can't go back.
There's no Aqli, no Time Lab,
no drones, no time travel?
No way to get home.
We're stuck!
Ah, c'mon guys.
We can't give up!
Khalid, we need that brain
of yours to find Al-Gorithmy!
It's Al-Khwarizmi.
Didn't Fasid say "lock him up"?
So...a jail?
Huh...uh-huh! Yes!
Maybe we can do
a search of the city,
moving in concentric circles.
Um, Abdullah, you start here,
and Layla can start here...
-Look at that, they're moving.
-Why are they moving?
Why don't they just come back?
If only adults
could time travel--ugh!
The last report
indicates that the system
is still unstable.
The result also showed
significant damage to the body
with my first research with--
-Khalid!
-Can they hear us?
Hey!
[inhales, exhales]
[tapping]
We need a distraction.
[exhales, grunts]
-[thud]
-[growling]
-AYSHA: [whistles]
-Huh?
[slurps]
[light whimsical music plays]
ABDULLAH: Oops...oops!
Argh!
-Arggh!
-ABDULLAH: [laughs]
[edgy music plays]
KHALID: Huh?
Ah--
Oh, uh...
it's an honor to meet you!
[gasps] Who--who are you?
[rattling]
[grunting]
It's locked. What do we do?
Uhh...let me think.
[clinking]
Here.
Come on.
-[water dripping]
-[metallic clinking]
ABDULLAH: Whoops.
-Uh--umph!
-[loud clink]
Whoa!
-AYSHA: Huh?
-ABDULLAH: Oh...
-Hey, you kids!
-You kids!
AYSHA: HEY!
Let's do this!
Uh--ahh--
LAYLA:
Let's get out of here now!
[intense music plays]
Over here!
He'll be safe here.
[tense percussive music plays]
ABDULLAH: Go, go, go!
-Oh--oh!
-AYSHA: Let's go!
[clattering]
LAYLA: Abdullah--
[growls]
AYSHA: This way!
[percussive music pounding]
AYSHA: Let's go!
-KHALID: Ah--
-ABDULLAH: Oh, no.
-AYSHA: We gotta jump.
-LAYLA: Jump!?
[energetic music plays]
LAYLA: I wanna go home.
AYSHA: I set it back to 2050.
Let's time hop now!
ABDULLAH: Ugh! Wait--
LAYLA: Baba!
HAFSAH: Khalid! Aysha!
Everybody's okay?
Everybody's fine?
Where's Abdullah!?
I should have picked it up.
Why can't I be brave?
[slow dramatic music]
[beeping, warbling]
Guys? Uh, where is everyone?
Hello?
Guys? Uh...
Where's my device?
[donkey grunts]
Ooh--
Huh...
uh...
Oh, no!
Where...
[tensely] Oh...
[clattering]
[gasps]
-[gasps] Oh!
-[shattering]
I'm gonna be
in so much trouble.
Uh...whoa!
Y-you are still here.
Curious. Very curious.
A-and where are the others
you travel with?
That is...
a complicated question, Shaykh.
HABIB: This can't be happening!
What is Abdullah up to?
I knew this was a bad idea...
a bad, bad, bad idea!
Hafsah, what are we gonna do?
His drone attachment
is moving through this road!
What if the bad guys got him?
-Who?
-Bad guys?
We have to go back
for Abdullah!
We can do it. Trust us.
We saved Al-Khwarizmi.
-You did what?
-What happened back there?
We'll tell you everything.
We promise.
But right now we need Abdullah.
Hafsah, what exactly
is happening right now?
I'm not sure I'm fully on board
with all this,
but...take these.
Hmm.
Now, here, keep these close.
These should never
leave your wrist.
KHALID: Let's do this!
ABDULLAH: [slurping]
Seriously,
you need to invent this.
Put your heads together.
You're great scholars, right?
[slurping] This thing...
you can tell it, like,
to clean your house.
"Oh, no, I've had
a harissa calamity!
Stew spills as far
as the eye can see!"
you could yell, and this thing,
it'd come running!
Vroom vroom vroom, there it
comes, slurping it all up.
[laughter]
This kid is hilarious.
And then, you know,
you could send it
to wash your clothes
or do your homework.
I'm telling ya,
it's a gold mine.
You have permission
to name it after me--
the AbdullahBot 2050.
[laughter]
Whew, this harissa
exploded in my tummy!
[laughing]
[dramatic chords play]
Thanks for the harissa, Shaykh!
ABDULLAH: [panting]
Wait! That's mine!
-What?
-That!
How is this yours?
It's obviously around my neck,
not yours.
Al-Khwarizmi.
Look at him...
without a care in the world.
And you!
Why do you claim this is yours?
What is this?
-ABDULLAH: Hah!
-[laughter]
Hah. Good try.
Hmm. What does this do?
[beeping]
ABDULLAH: Oh, I wouldn't
do that if I were you.
I just learned that the--
[groaning, yelling]
...hard way. [groans] Oh...
I am so expelled.
Huh?
Guys!
What happened? Did you lose
your drone attachment?
Uh, ha ha.
Uh, good news and bad news.
What's the bad news?
That Fasid guy took it and he...
Time travelled?
Oh, this is not good,
not good at all...
Well, what's the good news?
You have me back!
Hey, not fair,
you guys have straps!
Just a little reward
from the higher-ups
for saving Al-Khwarizmi.
They're nifty, right?
Just imagine what you'll get
now that you've saved me!
ALL: [growling]
Oh! We should call them
"go watches," get it?
Instead of stop watches?
[chuckles]
Abdullah, focus!
We need to follow Fasid
and get the device back
and end this!
Set course for 1327, Timbuktu.
[beeping]
AYSHA: Let's go!
[whirring, warbling]
-Oh--
-Whoa!
LAYLA: Wow.
KHALID: [groans]
LAYLA: Huh?
Look, there he is!
First I was there...
and now I'm here.
Am I going mad?
I'm not going mad.
I'm not going mad.
[laughs and whimpers]
[gasps]
[percussive music pounds]
This way! If we cut through
here, we can cut him off!
Oh!
Hi-yah!
Hiya!
-AYSHA: Where did Fasid go?
-Huh?
KHALID: Wait!
Can anyone
even see where he went?
Whoa!
This is where the pillar is,
and all the little points
that stick out from the sides
and the entryway
to the courtyard...
Uh, dude, that's empty space.
You okay?
You don't get it!
This is the site of
the Djingareyber Mosque,
built by the great King of Mali,
Mansa Musa!
It's so strange though,
if you think about it.
This is the last time that
piece of sky will be empty.
Found him!
FASID: [evil laugh]
AYSHA: Let's go!
[grunting]
Uh, guys?
-Aah!
-Ooh!
Oh, no, I'll never be a star!
KHALID: [panting]
This [panting] is just
one of the four mosques
that make up
the University of Timbuktu!
I wonder if
the Sankora Madrasa
is already built and active?
Hey, do you think
we'll have time to visit?
[Fasid chortling]
KHALID: Where could Fasid be?
LAYLA: [groans]
Whoa, look at that!
The Niger River Valley?
Hey, the trans-Saharan caravan
trade
would have passed through here,
just like us!
Well, not exactly like us.
But if we stay till morning,
we might be able
to chat with merchants
from all different countries--
Khalid, I beg you,
save your breath for running!
KHALID: Argh!
AYSHA: There he is!
-[whip cracks]
-DRIVER: Yah!
[cart rattling]
[crowd chatter]
[cart rattling]
Nice! High-speed cart chase!
KIDS: [grunting, groaning]
[majestic music plays]
LAYLA: Oh, where are we?
-Ha ha ha!
-Oh, wow!
KHALID: I think we're entering
the palace of Mansa Musa.
LAYLA: Wow.
[soft chatter]
[birds chirping]
[clears throat]
"On the Healing Properties
of Desert Plants."
I have been at work on this
volume for over a year.
[both grunting]
The book is five ratal,
so that would be
five ratal of gold for you.
Hmm.
MAN: We are running out of gold!
-MAN 2: Hmm.
-CROWD: [gasps]
-DRIVER: Yah, yah!
Ah, finally.
ALL: [gasping]
-GUARD: Get the king.
-GUARD 2: Get out at once!
LAYLA: [whispering] What
if they check this one next?
Quick--that way!
Oh--uh--hee hee hee.
Gentlemen, gentlemen.
Please...
I hope I have not
kept you waiting too long.
I have come to introduce you
to the literary treasures
of Baghdad.
-CROWD: Oh!
-And what better way
for a literary scholar
than to emerge into the sunlight
like a phoenix rising
from amidst
a repository of gold?
And what am I
but a mere scholar,
poor to the bone,
having no use at all for gold.
Are you kidding me?
-[muffled]
-Abdullah, shh!
And what is a scholar
but a walking book?
You should perhaps measure me,
young man,
and pay me
the weight of myself in gold!
[laughing]
[applause, murmuring]
I am honored to welcome
such a learned visitor.
Remind me--did we meet
on my last travels to Mecca?
I fear I have
not had the pleasure,
but talk of your grand library
has traveled far and wide.
I simply had to come seek
audience with the great mind
that spawned it all.
ABDULLAH: This is bad.
-Ah--
-Whoa!
Come, children, come.
Do not be shy. Come.
AYSHA: Huh?
These are the most
brilliant young scribes
of Baghdad.
They are the shining future
of our city
and, I hope,
a brief beacon for yours.
Ahh, such brilliance
in such youth!
Welcome, welcome.
You will be my special guests.
Now, tell me--
would you consider remaining
to complete your studies at our
new, grand Sankore Madrasah?
Here you'll find minds
from all over the world.
Now, a young scholar
could not do better.
-Oh, yes!
-Huh?
It would be
the honor of our lifetime
to be your humble students!
Dude, shouldn't we be
getting my thingy back
before it teleports to the moon,
or something?
Porting to the moon!
Ah, this one here
is an astronomer.
Brilliant! Very brilliant!
AYSHA: Mm-hmm.
[soft beeping]
He moved along this HyperTunnel,
out of Seattle,
through Vancouver.
And then
what happened to him?
We, uh, we...
we're not sure, sir.
[threateningly] Find...him.
Now!
[electronic sizzling]
Aah!
[electronic warbling]
I need these experiments
to be working.
Make it work
or get Habib or Hafsah!
[quiet music plays]
This is one of
our most prized books.
It's the most comprehensive
manuscript about Maliki law
in all the land.
Yes, Imam Malik.
I once heard him say...
[laughs]
You are humorous, Fasid.
The man has been dead
for over 300 years.
Well, yes, ha ha ha.
What I meant was...
This is one of
the greatest compilations
of the 1300s.
Ah, yes.
1327 has been quite a year.
One can only imagine
what the future holds!
If we could predict
the future, my friend,
what power we'd have.
Indeed.
[evil chuckle]
[light music plays]
So, what's the plan?
Getting the GoWatch back!
Can we pretend to be
room service delivery
and when he opens the door, we
jump in and grab it from him?
Khalid, he's staying
in a palace, not a hotel.
Well, I'm hungry and tired.
Just wake me up when
you've thought of something.
Abdullah! You can't sleep now.
We need to think
and when you're asleep,
it's impossible to wake you
with all that snoring!
-That's it!
-I snore?
We'll wait until
the middle of the night.
When Fasid's asleep,
we'll sneak into his room
at the palace
and grab the watch.
Awesome idea!
[loud snoring]
AYSHA: Yikes.
He snores louder than Abdullah.
[whispers] I can hear you!
I see the GoWatch!
Now's our chance.
Little did you know--
I'm a light sleeper.
Layla, catch!
Abdullah, lower...
Got it!
BOTH: Whoa-oa!
-LAYLA: Ow.
-ABDULLAH: Ugh.
I believe this belongs to me.
Let's get that
GoWatch back, now!
[fire crackling]
[door hinges creak]
[gasps]
[chuckling]
Not here!
ABDULLAH: Ugh, not here either.
KHALID: Where could Fasid be?
[laughter]
Um...I think
I know where he is.
[laughter]
FASID: [straining]
Just one more...
Almost...got it.
[nervous laughter]
No one can stop me now.
I will get my revenge.
Oh--oh--uh--uhh--aah!
[gold clattering]
AYSHA: Where did Fasid go?
Let's get back and find out.
I don't think I'm gonna work
any more night shifts.
Okay, everybody wanna--
they wanna hide
from the Habib, huh?
You wanna--
this is not the time.
I'm gonna find you.
I'm gonna do everything I can!
I'm gonna--oh...
Aha, I got him!
Fasid's in Cairo, year 1000.
Whoa, Islamic Cairo,
just a few decades after
the capital was moved to Cairo.
It's an interesting choice.
A city under siege,
clash of dynasties.
-Hey, Layla?
-Yeah?
I just wanna tell you,
what you did back there
with Fasid?
That was pretty awesome.
Thanks, Aysha, but I mean,
any one of us
could have done it.
Yes, but the difference is,
you did.
You're super brave.
Did anyone ever tell you that?
If I know Fasid--
and I think I do--
he'd love a front-row seat
to a good siege.
Hmm, but how do we stop him
from destroying history?
I'm ready. Let's do this.
No, not so fast!
Habib and I will stay
and research this,
chart out a plan.
You all have to head to class.
Okay, off you go!
Off you go now.
Listen, going there
would be the most accurate way
to collect a complete account.
Your machinery here
is impressive,
but it's no substitute
for the human eye.
Or four sets of human eyes.
Besides, if we
don't go to Cairo right now,
there may not be
a class to go to.
Well, I have to admit, now,
they've faced Fasid
faced him well.
Arrgh!
Hmm.
Okay...there and back.
No dawdling.
-Yeah!
-Yes!
Yeah!
-KIDS: [whooping]
-HABIB: [giggling]
Yes!
-[whirring]
-[thud]
LAYLA: Oh...
Aysha, what are you doing?
AYSHA: Ha!
Practicing
my landing superhero pose!
-[chatter]
-Wait, I hear something!
[indistinct chatter]
That's Fasid!
GUARD 1: Hey, isn't the silence
on these rounds k*lling you?
GUARD 2: When can you eat
and sleep at the same time?
When you wake up for suhoor.
[chuckles]
-Ooh--aah!
-Whoa! Gotcha!
GUARD 1: Huh, what was that?
The wind?
Okay, let's go this way.
ABDULLAH: [exhales]
We need to figure out
what Fasid is doing here.
Okay, just stay
close to the ground.
And why should I trust you,
a general from Baghdad?
I have brought you this gift
as a gesture of good faith.
I tell you, that's an incredible
likeness of you.
I must get the name
of your portraitist.
An Italian painter.
But how does my nose look in it?
A little big, no?
Oh, no! It's magnificent.
-[distant shout]
-Befitting a man
who can sniff out hypocrisy...
-[marching footsteps]
-Turn up his nose at tomfoolery!
Hmm.
So, you have experience
rallying the troops in Baghdad?
I could use a standing army
to support my cause.
Secret! Of course!
Very, very secret.
You understand the importance
of discretion, don't you?
Yes, sir.
Secrecy is the very food
I live on.
-[muffled yelling]
-[door thuds open]
Ah--
[grumbling]
You promised me a dam across
the Nile River a month ago.
It has been a month,
and the river continues to flood
into my city.
What do you have to
say for yourself?
But my theories...
time is--is the thing.
Time will get you your dam,
but my scientific victory
of the mind...
Oh, give me time
to--to hone in my t-thoughts.
No more time!
I have armies to fight!
I cannot deal with water
at the moment.
There is no room
for mediocrity on my team.
Off with you!
P-p-p-Please
let me outline for you
a few more ideas!
Ugh!
Be glad you are a general,
master of a moving army.
Scientists!
Navel-gazing and contemplating,
but never acting!
Perhaps you have
yet to find the right one.
[man shouting orders distantly]
[gasps]
GUARD 1: All right,
let me try this one.
What do Muslims play
during Ramadan?
The Hunger Games!
[chuckles] Huh?
[tense music plays]
It's way too quiet.
Fasid needs to rebuild the dam.
But where would he get supplies?
It seems to me
the only supply he needs
is that poor scholar's brain.
Huh? Military curfew!
Quick, hide!
GUARD 1: Oh, I got another one.
Why did the chicken cross
the road during Ramadan?
To avoid getting eaten
for Iftar!
[chuckling]
[insects chirping]
Okay, let's just do our job
and get outta here.
Layla and I will look this way.
You guys go that way.
Deal.
[whimpering]
[nervous panting]
Uh, you okay there, bud?
Uh, of course.
Fear is just an intense emotion
brought on by the perception
of an imminent threat.
Yeah it's okay.
I don't love the dark either.
[nervous chuckle]
-I'm scared.
-You?
No way!
You are the bravest
person I know.
I'm not brave at all!
What's wrong?
This is all my fault!
What is?
Back in Baghdad
when we were running away,
Abdullah dropped his GoWatch,
but...
but I didn't pick it up.
I was too scared.
I just left it
and I just kept running away.
Layla, don't beat yourself up!
If I had just gone back
and gotten the watch,
we wouldn't be in this mess.
I have ruined everything.
You were brave to even
try to pick up the watch
in the first place.
And you were smart
to keep running.
If those g*ons had gotten you,
they would've gotten the watch,
and who knows what they
would have done with it.
None of this is your fault,
do you understand me?
None of this is your fault!
-[footstep]
-Huh?
BOTH: [gasp]
BOTH: [gasp]
We couldn't find him.
-GUARD 1: Okay, okay...
-AYSHA: I hear something!
GUARD 1: What super power
do Muslims get during Ramadan?
The power of smell!
They can smell Iftar
cooking from a mile away.
[chuckles]
GUARD 2: You know, this is
a great time to get into
the government--in five years,
everyone is either
going to be dead or retired.
[insects chirping]
[wood creaks]
[snoring]
[grunts]
[yawns, sighs]
Oh! That's it!
Ibn Al-Haytham!
I just figured out
who the scholar is!
Ibn-al-Haytham, The Father
of Optics, mathematician,
astronomer, physicist!
Not the builder of
a successful dam,
but other than that...
Um, this is a pretty dicey
situation we're in.
But we definitely want to
hear all about it later.
[chuckles]
ALL: Oh!
Oh!
GUARD 1: Honestly,
why can't I make you laugh?
Okay, what about this? What
about this? What about this?
Why should you never race
a Muslim during Ramadan?
Because they fast
during Ramadan!
[chuckles]
[muffled chatter]
[muffled chatter continues]
[scraping]
FASID: You can take a break.
I'll watch him
for a short while.
[door hinges creak]
You have brought shame
upon yourself, your people,
and your country.
Go from here and never return.
Let a worthy man finish
the job you failed to do.
Do you really want to stand
trial tomorrow
in front of the Governor,
the public?
IBN AL-HAYTHAM:
Man cannot escape his fate!
Should we go after him?
But we can't leave
Ibn-Al Haytham alone like this.
She's right.
And let's not split up again--
it's a little hairy out there.
-We'll go get Fasid after.
-After what?
Wha--
...cannot escape his fate.
Uh, the door's open, man.
You're free!
Freedom, freedom. W-what a word!
The lock and key of the mind,
that is the thing
that breaks a man!
What have I done,
what I have done...
and not done...
and what will I never do!
Ugh! How do you pick
the lock of someone's mind?
Please, we must go now!
Don't give up.
One day your accomplishments
will be so great
that maybe they'll write your
name on the surface of the moon.
Your fate will be great!
Please, just don't give up!
GUARD 2: Hey! Stop right there!
ALL: [gasp]
[tense pipe music plays]
This way!
AYSHA: We gotta go up!
Ahh--
Come on!
[grunts]
[panting]
[gasps]
[water dripping]
Sky!
Walls!
[laughs]
[paper rustles]
[scratching]
[tapping]
HAFSAH: Hmm...you don't think
that there's a chance
that Zoola Inc. may have
their own time machine, do you?
Those people at Zoola
are very, very evil
and they'll do anything to get
their hands on our research.
[alarm buzzing]
I think we should go...
after the kids.
[alarm buzzing]
HAFSAH: We know how to work this
machine better than anyone.
-We can help.
-We can't! It's impossible!
An adult's physical anatomy
can't adjust to the time change.
So how are the kids
able to time travel?
That is something
we need to find out!
[echoing]
Find out...find out...
[laughs]
Ibn Al-Haytham.
Are you here to tell me
that something has changed?
You have completed your dam?
Have you?
Y-y-you see this drawing?
T-t-the view outside
the prison last night.
B-b-but how did I when
the prison had no windows?
A-a-and how are the proportions
so perfect?
GOVERNOR: [laughs]
He is speaking gibberish again.
I have no time for this.
Take him away!
O-o-one must make a hole,
like so.
A-a-and when the light enters
from one end--like this--
it reflects onto
the opposite wall...
upside down.
Hmm...Hmm.
You have brought me
a hole in a bag
in exchange for your life?
I-I-I have brought you a window
into endless discovery!
Oh my God, that's the--
BOTH: Shhh!
Well, that's the camera obscura,
the beginning of photography!
You will not be brought down
by these desperate attempts
by a sniveling scientist,
will you?
[chuckles]
[gasps]
Hmm...
A p-portrait p-painter
would do well with
this invention--
he could p-paint
to precise proportions!
Mm.
Now, this is a man
useful to the cause!
Khalid, I think you were right!
To take an ordinary hole
and invent all this...
-FASID: [coughing]
-Ah, so...
So, I could share
your little method here
with my portrait artist?
Of course!
FASID: [coughing]
Of course it was you!
You little rascals
ruin everything!
I believe you have
something that belongs to me.
[coughing]
Oh, you mean this?
You're never getting it back.
Try and take it from me.
Here...or there.
[laughs]
AYSHA: [grunting]
ABDULLAH: Give it back!
ALL: [exclaiming]
The way to the castle
is in the belly of the beast.
[echoing] Find me!
Not again, Abdullah!
We have to tell our parents.
[whirring]
Uh, we don't want
to alarm anyone, but...
Abdullah is with Fasid!
Wait, what?
This is exactly
what I was afraid of!
Hey, what was that thing
Abdullah mumbled?
Something about
the belly of the beast?
Maybe he was trying
to tell us he's hungry.
Huh. "The way to the castle
is in the belly of the beast."
Ha, that's it!
Abdullah didn't get kidnapped.
He wanted Fasid to take him.
Huh? It's all a trick?
When we used
to play video games,
he'd do the same thing--
outsmart the enemy
by letting the enemy follow him.
And that's always
what he'd tell me:
it's all about
the belly of the beast, man,
the belly of the beast.
Oh! So he knew that only
you'd know what that meant.
I, uh, find secret codes
very interesting.
-[alarm buzzing]
-Red alert.
Red alert.
He's trying to
figure Fasid out--that's it!
We'll bring him back,
Aunt Hafsah.
HABIB: Oh h* h*, no, no, no.
None of you will be going
out there ever again!
We'll build a communication
portal to send him a solution,
and we'll, uh, we'll, uh...
we'll--we'll find a way
for adults to time travel
and go get him ourselves!
Yes.
But adults can't time travel.
Uh, to be fair,
Fasid's an adult,
and he seems to be thriving.
Habib, while we experiment
with adult time travel,
you propose to leave
Abdullah out there--
under our custody--
doing who knows what?
Now I understand
what you are saying,
but my answer is no.
-Baba!
-My answer is no.
I can't repeat myself again.
No, no, no.
Too dangerous!
Do you really think
I don't know
why we had to leave Seattle,
Baba?
[sighs]
Could all this time travel
have something to do with
my mom's disappearance
and death?
Is Zoola Inc. involved?
I, uh, I think I found Abdullah.
Sounds like a plan to me.
-Who's coming?
-Layla!
-Bye, mom!
-See you later, Dean Hafsah!
-[beeping]
-[alarm]
Adult time travel not allowed.
Aleppo, Syria, 915 CE.
[man groaning]
Let's go.
[man continues groaning]
Fasid must be out of control!
Anybody in there?
KHALID: Hello!
AYSHA: Hello!
Let us in!
[clang]
-[growls]
-[giggles]
Can't a man get some peace
in his own home!
Oh, uh...we were
just concerned.
Oh, we've got guests.
Salaam. My name is Al-Ijliyah,
Maryam for short.
-Please, please, come in.
-[groans]
You can work
while I tend to our guests.
Tomorrow is a big day for us.
[Al-Ijliy grunts]
I'll need quiet, you kids hear?
I need deep focus!
The pressure on my father
is backbreaking.
As the most dedicated
astrolabe-maker in town,
people expect only the best.
That's amazing!
You must be so proud--
-[clang]
-Oh!
The gears--
the gears are crooked!
Argh! Al-Ijliyyah, Maryam!
Coming, father! Excuse me.
-Ah!
-It'll be okay, Baba.
Aren't your astrolabes
always precise in the end?
So you're new in town?
What brings you to Aleppo?
We're here
looking for a friend
who may be in trouble.
He's here captured by--
or trying to capture,
depending on
how you look at it--
a guy who's up to no good.
You haven't noticed
a strange new man in town,
have you--tall, lanky,
-with a sinister laugh?
-[chortling]
I haven't, I'm so sorry.
But I will pray
that your friend is okay.
Thank you.
He may be in grave danger
as we speak.
[dramatic, percussive drums]
Hey!
This hat totally
jives with your shoes!
Hey, try it on! C'mon!
Ooh, classic! Mm-hmm.
[grunts]
No?
Say...
Fasid?
What are we even doing here?
Not feeling chatty? I get that.
Oh, deliver me from
this incessant chatter!
Ah...ah...
ah-choo!
[nervous chuckle]
VENDOR 1: Al-Ijliy's
astrolabe last year--
Ah, perfection!
VENDOR 2:
He always adds a little twist
that no one else has--
it's his signature talent!
VENDOR 3:
A hefty 1000 dinar prize.
I bet you he doesn't
use one bit of it.
FASID: [laughing]
Better it go to a man who
knows the value of riches, eh?
[laughing]
VENDOR 1: This guy! [laughs]
So, ha ha, what are we all
talkin' about today?
MARYAM: You really
must leave so soon?
Would it be okay if I stay
while you all
go look for Abdullah?
Sure.
This will give me a chance
to really focus
on Khalid's training.
-Ugh.
-Come on!
Oh, when did your father
start making astrolabes?
I'm fortunate to have a father
who is such a dedicated
man of science.
To be able to build something
that calculates
everything up there...
[sighs] That's my dream.
Oh, have I offended you?
Not at all.
My father is
a man of science too.
But I'm not sure he wants me
working on his project anymore.
You're lucky.
It seems like your father
loves working with you.
[father groaning]
Maryam!
[grunts] Ha.
Aah!
Oh!
-Oh, Father!
-Aha!
Beautiful! Beautiful!
Ah, Al-Ijiliyyah,
dear Al-Ijliyyah,
what would I do without you?
[laughs]
[kissing]
Were you able
to find your friend?
-No.
-Mm.
We have to find Abdullah.
What if he's...
locked in the past forever?
We need to get Abdullah's
GoWatch back from Fasid.
[moaning and groaning]
ABDULLAH: Khalid,
use that brain of yours.
Ha! Ha ha. We can use magnets!
But how exactly will we use it?
We have everything we need
to make a super gap magnet.
Alright, genius.
Tell us the plan.
A super gap magnet is way
stronger than a regular one.
It keeps its pull across...
[dog barking distantly]
FASID: [coughing]
-[thud]
-Ahh--
-[boing]
-Aah!
Oh, hee hee. Pfft, pfft.
Hmm.
[creak, clattering]
[chuckling]
How can we possibly
find him in this crowd?
-Abdullah!
-VENDOR 1: Yep.
-Yeah?
-Yes.
-Yes?
-Uh, sorry.
I meant another Abdullah.
[laughter]
[laughing]
Oh! Ha ha ha.
I didn't doubt y'all
for a second.
-[laughing]
-Bold, bold plan, Abdullah.
At least you're safe.
So, where is Fasid?
LAYLA: Huh?
[laughter, applause]
JUDGE: Next!
The long-awaited Al-Ijliy!
[cheers and applause]
I call this
the "Carriage of the Stars."
[crowd whooping]
[clattering]
[gasps]
JUDGE:
Settle down, Settle down!
How could this be?
Maybe the old man has spouted
his last original idea!
[gasps]
Now, now, now.
There is no shame
in honest effort.
There's a thief among you!
Thief!
-Thief!
-[crowd booing]
VILLAGER:
C'mon, get on with the contest.
Next!
FASID: Behold my magnificent
"Astrolabe of the Ages"!
CROWD: Ooh!
-[gasps]
-JUDGE: What a piece!
Wow, Exquisite!
Of course it is--I made it!!
Imposter!
[growls]
Now, now, calm down.
Behold--my stamp.
Here, it is his stamp.
-[gasps]
-I don't understand.
How did he get
Father's astrolabe?
[gasps] This is the man
you're looking for, isn't it?
All right, guys.
We can't just let him
win this contest,
jolly-scot-free.
Aysha, you go and get
Maryam's astrolabe...
Al-Ijliy is right.
This man is a thief!
[crowd gasps]
FASID: [growls]
Mm-mm-mm.
I am a thief!
You, Judge, are a thief!
Who? Me?
We are all thieves!
Anyone who has
picked up a welder
or has made astrothings
or even...
[indistinct chatter]
Hmm. Huh?
ABDULLAH: ...chiseled
a piece of wood.
For what is a scholar
but a living book,
and what is any scientist
but nature's humble mimic!
[laughter]
-LAYLA: Yeah, Abdullah!
-MARYAM: Whoo!
Yeah, Abdullah!
Yeah!
Aah!
And the winner is...
AYSHA: One more entry!
One more entry!
[panting]
What, you will let
this mere child--
What do you have to fear
from a mere child's astrolabe?
[laughter]
We will allow it.
Al-Ijliyyah, uh, what is this?
It's your
contest submission, Baba.
But, uh...
uh, but, uh...
Now, let's see what
the young lady has here.
[crowd cheering, applauding]
I designed it
with some ideas of my own.
It'll unlock the movement
of the stars and planets.
I-I-I don't understand.
Where...how?
It's you, Father!
During the day I watch you work,
and your dedication inspires me.
And then every night,
once you fall asleep,
I sneak into your workshop
and build, just like you.
My--my daughter!
My brilliant, sweet daughter!
You are reward enough!
Let this be your
entry to the contest.
The first of many.
Mm-hmm. Mm...
The winner is...
Maryam Al Ijliy!
[cheers and applause]
-Ha ha!
-Whoo-hoo!
Ah, Maryam, you have done it!
Oh, my brilliant
little astrolabi!
-Yes!
-Whoo-hoo! Yeah!
[cheering]
Will you come visit again?
When we look at the stars,
we'll remember this moment.
Before we go,
can I just ask you one question?
-Huh?
-Hmm?
What's an astrolabe?
-[gasps]
-Huh?
-MARYAM: What!
-[chuckles]
[coughing]
For every laugh now,
prepare for revenge later.
[coughing]
Oh, no!
Fasid is getting away.
[coughing]
Khalid,
let's put your plan into action.
W-what plan?
I thought we were
just winging it.
Fasid is about to
turn into an alley.
Caw caw! Caw-caw-caw!
LAYLA: Let the barrels roll.
[thud]
ABDULLAH:
Closed for construction.
[coughing]
What is an astrolabe?
I see Fasid.
Mission Get The GoWatch Back
is on!
Almost there!
[coughing]
Wait...wait...
Now!
[low humming]
Oh, no, it didn't work!
Fasid is getting away.
[coughs]
You will never catch me.
[laughing]
Crank it!
KHALID: Ugh!
-[low humming]
-It's not working.
I have to do something!
[coughing]
Huh? Whoa--
AYSHA: Ahh!
Argh!
That's a little
too strong, Khalid.
What's going on--
Whoa!
Hi, best friend.
Hi.
Ahhh!
Is this part of the plan?
[groans] Fools!
Hey, we're trying our best!
Let me try something.
Let me turn it on and off.
On. Off.
On. Off.
On...off?
Did it work?
-Maybe something else.
-Good try though!
Huh?
Oh, no!
What's that?
[gasps]
Aren't those knives?
LAYLA: No, no, no, no, no!
I need to get out of here.
Hold onto each other now!
-Whoa!
-Aah!
Get your hands off my eyes!
[all screaming]
Is everything ok?
[all shouting]
Why are we in Baghdad?
Where do you think
you're going?
No!
[beep]
Let's hold onto each other now.
I'm here.
I think I know the plan now.
AYSHA: Don't let go!
Fasid is the only one
with a GoWatch.
LAYLA: The GoWatch
is glitching.
We're traveling to
different places and time.
Hang on tight!
Go to Aleppo, help Fasid,
and bring me back the GoWatch.
Who are you?
We're here to help you.
Your help is welcome.
Hold on to them!
[laughing]
You will never beat me!
I win!
[laughing]
You lost.
Aysha...catch!
[intense, percussive music
plays]
Khalid! Group jump to Aqli now!
LAYLA: Mission accomplished.
Time to hop.
[whirring]
-[coughing]
-[whirring]
Nooo!
No!
You had one job to do!
Kids!
Thank goodness you're back.
All of you!
My dearest daughter.
I'm so sorry you've gone
through all of this.
It's all my fault.
Baba, we defeated Fasid
and got the GoWatch back.
A little problem though.
Who were those guys
protecting Fasid?
They didn't look
like the Aleppo type.
They were the same people
that chased us from Seattle.
Oh, no...Zoola Inc
can time travel?
Abdullah,
I have to tell you something.
What?
When we were in Baghdad,
you dropped your GoWatch.
I tried to pick it up but
the bad guys were chasing us.
I'm so sorry I didn't get it.
If I had, you wouldn't have
gotten stuck back in time.
Hey, it's all good, Layla.
Because if you had
gotten my GoWatch,
I wouldn't have had the most
awesome adventure of my life.
So...thank you.
Are you all okay?
Am I okay?
I'm better than okay!
I got to go back in time
and meet my heroes
and save all of science
in the process.
So it's been a good day.
Or days. Or years.
Can I just say one thing?
Of course!
I snore?
[laughter]
[coughing]
-Help me...
-You poor pathetic being.
Look at you lying in
the streets like this.
Here is a gift from the future.
You'll need it when you wake up.
[beeping, warbling]
[energetic music plays]
[whooshing, low humming]
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