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Whoa. What's with this construction?
I don't know, but they dug up this time capsule I buried.
Ha! Look at this picture of us.
We looked so ridiculous back then.
When did you bury that thing? Last week.
Well, be careful.
I read that one hundred percent of construction site accidents
happen at construction sites.
It was an obvious but nonetheless important article.
(Phone beeps)
Aaaah!
Oliver! You okay?
(Coughing) Yeah. (Groans)
I'm fine. Luckily this rock broke my fall.
And maybe my pelvis.
(Whooshing)
You sure you're okay?
Yeah, I just, uh...
just a little dizzy.
You look like you're in shock.
I would be too if I had aged as badly as you have.
You've really let yourself go.
♪ Okay, go! ♪
♪ Every day's an adventure ♪
♪ You never know by the looks on our face ♪
♪ At the school when we enter ♪
♪ Leave class early, work at 3:30 ♪
♪ Hit the comic store, read up before the journey ♪
♪ All these new issues and superpowers ♪
♪ If we didn't have to work, we'd be here for hours ♪
♪ Everybody say that we shouldn't worry ♪
♪ But have you ever seen superheroes on a gurney?
♪ Will we save the world today? ♪ ♪ You never know ♪
- ♪ Will we all be safe today? ♪ - ♪ You never know ♪
- ♪ Will we fly away or stay? ♪ - ♪ You never know ♪
♪ But you know we're Mighty Med, team up and let's go! ♪
♪ Saving people that save people after classes ♪
♪ We flip the page then jump to action ♪
♪ They call us normo, normally fantastic ♪
♪ Seeing superheroes that we only imagined ♪
♪ This type of life, you got to have fight ♪
♪ Put up your fists and fight for what's right ♪
♪ Never can tell, what we see is out of sight ♪
♪ Do the same thing tomorrow that we did tonight ♪
♪ Will we save the world today? ♪
♪ You never know, will we all be safe today? ♪
♪ You never know, will we fly away or stay? ♪
♪ You never know, but you know we Mighty Med ♪
♪ Team up and let's go! ♪
Uncle Horace.
Check out his sound that I invented.
(Tarzan-like yell)
Not now, Alan.
You know I'm marrying Oliver's mother in a few weeks.
Between choosing a location and invitations and flowers,
I have way too much on my plate.
I don't even have room for my lunch.
Well, maybe I could help with the wedding.
What's next on your list? I have to choose my best man.
Ooh! Ooh! Pick me! I can be your best man!
I'm sorry, Alan, but I don't think you're cut out to be a best man.
It takes being the best at something.
I'll ask Dr. Fleever.
He can't do it. He's hurt.
What do you mean he's hurt?
(Whooshing)
No, stop!
Fine. I'll make you my best man.
Great! I have so many ideas.
If you like the sound that I invented,
wait till you get a whiff of the smell that I invented.
Ambrose! My man!
I'm not a man, I'm a mutant.
Which is why I can see in my mind's eye
all events in the superhero world as they occur
and draw comic books at lightning speed.
It's also why I can chew gum like this.
Tecton, my man.
What's up? Ambrose is complaining
that the Tecton comic books have been boring lately.
I can't help it if I always win so easily.
That's not boring, that's consistent.
Yes. Consistently boring.
So sale are down, and who gets blamed? Me.
I've been thrown out of my office
and forced to use Lizard Man's back as a desk.
Kaz! You have to hear this dream I had last night.
It was a thousand years ago and I was onboard an alien spaceship
that was carrying something called the Arcturion,
an object so powerful that whoever gets their hands on it
would become invincible.
Wow! It is a cool dream.
Ambrose, why don't you just make that into a comic book?
Does have all the necessary ingredients...
except a hero, because it can't be Oliver.
Look at him.
Come on, man.
I'm not a man, I'm a mutant.
Yeah, yeah. Okay.
What if you make Tecton the hero and just use the story from Oliver's dream
in the next Tecton issue?
Yeah, and I can give you more details.
I wrote it all down in my dream journal-slash-feelings journal-
slash-Kaz-stop-reading- my-journal journal.
Perfect. Oliver, I'll even give you a writing credit.
That would be an honor.
But my mom would kill me if she found out
I was writing comic books instead of studying.
I know. There's a whole chapter about it in your journal.
But you could use a fake name.
Like, uh... Quimby Fletcher.
Quimby Fletcher. I like it.
Okay, Quimby Fletcher it is.
How'd you come up with that?
Well, it's a combination of my four favorite words:
"Belch, quit, fry," and "me."
Oh, Uncle Horace!
As your best man, I've written a song to sing at your wedding.
This is what I have so far.
(Tarzan-like yell)
Very catchy. Like Galtraxian hemorrhoids.
Why is this patient on the floor?
Well, I needed room for the place-setting options.
He's not complaining.
Because he's unconscious!
Yeah. I knocked him unconscious so he'd stop complaining.
Anyway, good news. I hired Chef Mario,
our cafeteria cook, to cater the wedding.
Now, for an appetizer, I was thinking a delicious cabrese salad.
Alan, we're not serving our guests vomited salad.
Surely not one with this much dressing on it.
Got it. Dressing on the side.
For the main course...
grilled salmon with scalloped potatoes.
These are mashed potatoes.
I said I wanted scalloped!
Hey! I didn't say I wouldn't eat it.
Skylar, Alan is driving me crazy. with this best man stuff.
Can you please talk to him for me? Get him to calm down?
Sure. I know how to handle him.
Consider it your wedding present.
Actually, you're not invited to my wedding.
But I will accept your gift anyway.
Wow, I have never seen so many people in here before.
And it's all 'cause of me.
Um, aren't you forgetting someone?
Oh, yeah. That super-aggressive mime that people ran into here to avoid.
Guys, have you read the new Tecton issue?
It reminds me exactly of a dream I had the other night.
Really? What dream?
I had this crazy dream where I didn't have bangs,
but I was slow dancing with a llama that did have bangs.
How is that anything like this?
It's obvious. Neither of our dreams are about llamas.
Except mine. Need I go on?
Don't go on, just go.
This is incredible. Everyone is crazy for my comic book.
Okay, no, they're not crazy for your comic,
they're crazy for Quimby Fletcher's... a name that I created.
And it was my idea to make your dream into a comic book
and to make Tecton the hero.
So I'm as much Quimby Fletcher as you are.
And you'd know that if you would have bothered to read the entry
that I wrote for you in your feelings journal.
Boss, we're on our way to torture this Quimby Fletcher.
It's me, Mort. Your new enforcer?
No, no, I took over for Steve.
You executed Steve for eating the last apple in the fridge.
Excuse me.
My associate and I are...
movie producers from Hollywood.
Wow! Movie producers?
Anyway, we're fascinated by this Arcturion story.
We'd like to make a movie out of it.
Do you know where we can find Quimby Fletcher?
All right, well, I'm headed back to work where I will help save lives
and you will try to take credit for it.
Right, Quimby Fletcher?
You're Quimby Fletcher?
That is what you heard, isn't it?
Mr. Fletcher. We need to go discuss this Arcturion story right away.
Well, ya know...
I've had a lot of interest from other producers,
so you're gonna have to make me a great offer.
What if we offer not to saw you in half?
You guys are making a huge mistake.
And I'm not talking about the fact that you rented way too much office space
for just two people.
You're the one who made a mistake by writing that comic book
and telling world about the Arcturion.
My boss won't stop until he gets his hands on it
and becomes the most powerful man on Earth.
Wait. Th-The Arcturion is real and you're henchmen for some villain?
Huh. I wish.
Right now we're just lackeys hoping to get promoted to goons.
But if we bring our boss the Arcturion,
we skip goon and go straight to henchman.
Well, if you let me go, I would be happy to write you a recommendation.
Quiet! We ain't foolin' around, kid.
Are we, Richie?
(Hissing)
Now tell us where the Arcturion is, kid, or things are gonna get weird.
That wasn't the weird part?!
Please! I didn't even know that the Arcturion was real.
And I can't tell you anything because the whole comic book was based on a dream!
Dream, huh?
That confirms it.
The boss said the Arcturion spaceship had a device on it
that transmitted all the information about the Arcturion
into the dreams of whoever touched it.
Now we're gonna hook you up to our dream imager
and get all the information we need directly from your brain.
And then we're gonna eliminate you!
Wait, I-I'm not even Quimby Fletcher!
And I don't have any information in my brain...
any of my teachers can tell you that!
Well, we'll see soon enough.
And if you see that I don't know anything, you'll let me go?
No. We just told you our whole plan.
We still gotta eliminate you.
(Old-fashioned swing music plays)
What kind of wedding DJ are you?
Don't you have any more current music?
(DJ-style scratching)
("needle" scratches)
Alan, it seems you're taking this whole best man thing way seriously.
Maybe you should ease up a bit.
Oh, I see what you're getting at.
You're trying to trick me into doing a bad job
so my Uncle Horace will make you his best man!
What?! That's ridiculous.
I'm not even a man.
Well, you dress like one.
And your plan failed.
Not only am I not going to ease up, I'm going to work even harder!
Hey, wait.
How do I put this gently...
You should sit down.
Good. Now stay there and don't move until after the wedding,
because Horace says you're ruining his life.
What?! I can't believe it.
I was just trying to make his wedding special.
I know. I'm really sorry. I hope you understand.
Well, I understand.
My Uncle Horace has never appreciated me!
He thinks I'm making his life difficult now?
Well, I'm going to go down to Bridget's office
and I'm going to tell her everything about Horace and Mighty Med.
Everything!!!
Alan, wait! Stop!
(Horror music)
(Music stops)
(Sighs) Still nothin' about the Arcturion.
Oh, wait. Another dream is comin' on.
Hi, Kaz! Oh, hi, Sunflower Kaz!
Watch out for that pile of...
(Squish) (Groans)
Oh. Hi, Dog Mess Kaz!
What is wrong with this kid?
Ah, Tecton. The Arcturion comic is a big hit.
In fact, it's selling so well Horace got me a fancy new desk.
I cannot believe it. My friend Gus just told me
that Kaz took credit for my comic book
and he's trying to sell the film rights to some movie producers.
I hope it's not the guys that made Tecton Lives.
They cast Jonah Hill as me.
Jonah Hill!
Ambrose, can you do me a favor and use your powers to draw where Kaz is
so I can go stop him?
Wait. Those aren't Hollywood producers.
It looks like Kaz was tricked by some kind of henchmen.
Actually, they look more like lackeys to me,
but you're right, Kaz is in danger.
Ambrose, can you tell us where this location is? TECTON: Hold on.
Through that window.
That's the National City Bank building.
I got in a huge fight near there last week.
With my ex-girlfriend.
She's always like, "You have super-hearing, but you never listen."
Okay, well, hurry. We have to rescue Kaz.
Ambrose, are you coming?
No, I need to straighten up my desk.
That's not what I meant!
Skylar!
Did you give me the wedding gift we talked about?
Yeah, about that..
The good news is, I talked to Alan and he took it very well.
The bad news is, I just blatantly lied to you.
What happened?
How do I put this gently?
Alan went to your fiancée's office to tell her
all the secrets you've been keeping about yourself and Mighty Med.
So the wedding's probably off.
Oh, no. I've gotta call Bridget, come totally clean,
and beg her to forgive me!
And by the way, this is why no one invites you to anything.
Alan! Did you talk to Bridget?
No. I thought about what you said, and you were right.
I was overdoing it.
Besides, I don't feel too good.
I've eaten a lot of vomit samples today.
Oh, no. I gotta warn Horace!
Bridget, everything Alan told you is true.
He's my nephew, not my son.
I'm not forty-seven, I'm three thousand and forty-seven.
And I'm a superhero doctor who can bring people back to life,
not a founding member of the Blue Man group.
Anyway, call me when you get his message.
Horace, Alan didn't tell her anything.
Then why didn't you try to get my attention and stop me?!
What do you think this means?
I thought you were just imitating that aggressive mime
that hangs out near that comic book store.
Now what? Bridget knows everything.
Mr. Quick!
Instead of getting me monogrammed hand towels for my wedding,
could you maybe go mug my fiancée and steal her phone?
Gently mug!
(Whooshing)
(Phone beeps)
There. Problem solved.
Uncle Horace, sorry if I went a little overboard with the best man thing.
I just wanted you to be happy.
No, Alan, I'm sorry.
I should have been more appreciative of all the work you were doing.
Even though all of it was terrible.
(Sniffles) That's all I wanted to hear.
Now he's dreamin' he's a human lighthouse.
Richie, unhook him.
I want him to be wide awake when we tear his legs off.
You okay?
Ohh! Man, why did you wake me up?!
I had the face of an eagle, I was riding on an eagle,
and I was the quarterback for the Philadelphia Eagles.
I guess that's the same as "Thank you for saving my life."
Oh. Right, sorry.
Thanks, buddy.
I'm just glad you're all right.
Yeah. I'm a little out of it, but I'm sure having my brain probed
well have no long-lasting side...(Gibberish).
(Laughs) Just messin' with ya, man.
I am completely... (Gibberish).
Uh-oh.
I can't believe the Arcturion actually exists.
I thought I'd finally had a creative dream.
Usually they're just us sitting here like this.
Although sometimes you're a sunflower.
That's why I had that dream! I read it in your journal.
So we need to find the Arcturion before they find it.
Or find us. They're not gonna find us.
I'm sure Tecton caught them.
Besides, their boss doesn't even know who the real Quimby Fletcher is.
So there's nothing to be scared of.
You're scared, aren't you?
Well, you should be!
But Mr. Terror, sir, we're sorry.
We barely got away from Tecton, and this Quimby Fletcher's really hard to track down.
I want the Arcturion found!
And bring me Quimby Fletcher... he knows too much.
Not as much as you. (Nervous laughter)
You're a genius. A-And handsome. I assume.
Well, no one's ever seen you, but you sound handsome.
(Goofy laughter) Quiet!
I'll give you one more chance.
But if you fail...
Yeah, this is what I get for sending lackeys to do a henchmen's job!
(Boing)
Yes!