Out of the way, grandpa.
I got a major withdrawal to make.
Oh!
What do you have that's non-fat with less than 3% sugar?
Napkins.
What about you, kid?
I'm about to go rocky road.
Hit it.
Your cash request has been denied.
Ohh! Unh!
Where do you think you're going?
- Good work, Ben. - Oh, yeah.
I'm ready for anything. Bring it on.
What's next?
We're heading off to see your Aunt Vera for the weekend.
Aw, boring old Aunt Vera?
When Aunt Vera said she wanted to move away
from it all, she really meant it.
Oh, man. This summer was supposed to be
About f-u-n, not hanging out in some old lady's place.
I like Aunt Vera.
Duh. That's because you act like you're 100 years old.
It's been years since I've seen max and the kids.
I'm not sure I'll even recognize them.
Stop by and say hello.
I'd like that.
Ohh! Help me-mm-
This is gonna be so boring.
Their idea of excitement in this place is probably watching the grass grow.
Whoa! Did you see that?
See what?
The heat must be frying that pea-sized brain of yours.
Seriously, why do old people have to live where it's so hot?
Hey!
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!
Huh, they really make you feel welcome here.
Just watch your cheeks.
Vera's a pincher.
- Max. - Vera.
I can't believe you're finally here.
And look at you two.
So grown up!
Ow.
Come on in.
I can't wait to chew the fat with all of you.
Ugh. Why do old people's houses
always smell like somebody's cooking socks or something?
Oh, Vera, this is delicious.
Now, what are these brown chunks in the mold?
Pork chops.
And the white parts are cauliflower.
So, Ben, what have you been doing so far this summer?
Dealing with alien life forms.
Oh, you.
Aunt Vera, is that a stuffed red-billed north american chickadee?
Ohh! How perceptive, Gwen.
And did you know the song of the red-billed north american chickadee
is actually... a call indicating alarm or excitement?
I am totally stuffed.
Ben, would you like some candy?
Now we're talking.
Ugh!
Coffee as a candy?
Is this some kind of joke?
I need to use the bathroom.
It's attack of the old people.
I got to get out of here.
And this one is a Valentiana.
Can you hear the ocean?
Loser. Loser.
Ha ha ha!
Ben?
See you.
Wouldn't want to be you.
There has to be something fun to do around here.
Hello.
Mm. Apple pie.
Ecch. No way.
Ninja old people.
Wonder what Mr. Friendly's up to.
This place just keeps getting weirder by the minute.
Aah!
I didn't see your face suddenly pop on the back of your head.
I swear.
What kind of vitamins are these freaky old people taking?
Come on.
Let me go!
Fore!
No!
Aah!
Ok. What just happened here?
Grandpa, Gwen!
Shh. Your Aunt Vera's in bed.
Seriously?
It's, like, only 6:30. Never mind.
Listen. This whole place is way creepier than I thought.
First, this old lady runs up a wall and then munches a fly.
Then Marty, that weird next-door neighbor, is an E.T.
or something with a face in the back of his head and these
long, sticky arms, and this body that oozed right through this gate, and-
Ben, you snuck out. Aunt Vera was hurt.
Eh, she's old. She'll forget.
Ok. I say I go four arms, and we check out Marty's apartment.
Well, maybe we should do some investigating,
but you stay as you are.
Us old fogies don't forget as much as you think.
You know, ever since you've had that watch, you're like a
magnet for the weird.
You're right.
Very funny.
Hello? Anyone home?
Well, nothing here seems out of whack.
Except for what he rolled up in his rug that was right here.
You two sleep well.
I'll be in the guest room if you need me.
But, Grandpa-
There's nothing more we can do tonight.
I'm going for an early walk in the morning, but once I'm back,
we'll check things out again.
Now, get some rest.
Prune juice, prune juice,
And, oh, what a surprise, more prune juices.
Why does it seem old people were always old?
Morning, Aunt Vera. How'd you sleep?
Just fine.
How about you?
Fine, Aunt Vera.
I made you some coffee.
Sorry!
Clean it up!
Clean it up right now!
I'm sorry.
Where did your grandfather go?
He said he was going for an early walk.
Well, behave yourselves.
I'll be back soon.
She's totally one of them.
One of what?
Whatever's possessing these old people.
Something or someone's got to Aunt Vera and who knows
how many other of the fossils around here.
So, where we headed, Sherlock?
We need to get to that trapdoor by the dumpster.
Is the food supply ready for transport?
The pods are in the final stages of gestation.
What about the young ones?
Too chewy.
They need to age more before they get nice and tender.
I'm not talking about eating.
The boy suspects too much.
It's right over there.
Just follow the disgusting smell.
Duck!
Run!
Guys, what's going on?
They're everywhere!
I know. Come here.
I'll protect you.
Let's get out of here.
Oh, this is not good.
No!
Come on. The trapdoor.
Unh!
Got it.
That's scary. I'm starting to speak mutt.
Whoa!
Does the expression "look before you leap" mean anything to you?
Move it!
These tunnels must go under the whole complex.
Aah!
You wouldn't want to hurt old Grandpa Max, now, would you?
Hey, short, dumb, and hairy, rule one, he's not Grandpa.
He's an alien freak.
and that leads to rule two, which is we kick alien butt.
What?
Whoa! You don't come with seat belts! Remember?
Look out!
Hey, freak show, what do I look like, a crash-test dummy?
Listen. I don't know what it is, but I picked up some kind of scent in here.
It's like everyone in retirement village has been podded up.
Grandpa.
Oh, I was out for a walk, and then, oh,
I can't remember what happened next.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Well, you're not me.
Not yet I'm not.
You can fill me in later.
Look what's back here.
Their ship.
They found it. We can't let them out.
Get the pods on board.
They've been marinating long enough.
Marinating?
They've got Aunt Vera.
You guys really burn me up.
Now I'm going to return the favor.
Whatever you are, you just made a terrible mistake.
Us limaxes live for the heat.
Why do you think we came to the desert in the summer?
They hate water!
Aunt Vera when she was in the kitchen.
Or Marty when I was on the golf cart.
See you, slime ball.
Sorry. There's no dry-thru service here.
We should put them all back in their condos so they'll think they never left.
That could take hours.
Give me a few minutes. I'll see if accelerate can help out.
Don't be strangers.
We won't. Bye, Aunt Vera.
Bye, dear. Oh, this is for the road.
Ben told me how much you liked my gelatin mold.
This one's lime with chunks of grouper and chickpeas.
Uh, thanks.
I'm sorry, Ben, if there wasn't enough excitement here for you.
I hope you weren't bored to tears.
Actually, it turned out better than I thought.
I'm glad.
Well, have fun on the road.
I will.
Oh, and, Ben, keep up the good work dealing with all
those aliens you were telling me about.
- You're kidding, right? - Of course, dear.