Milo Murphy's Law: The Movie

Somewhere deep in the bowls of the Bureau of Time Travel, a desperate scheme had been hatched.

A temporal transporter had been cobbled together from scraps found in the refuse bin of the temporal transporter lab.

The B.o.T.T would rue the day they ever even heard of him.

Milo Murphy was minding his own business, walking around Swamp City on an errand for his Dad.

When a man he'd never met before called out to him.

"Hey kid," the man's voice was rough, and Milo paused and turned around, "I think you dropped something out of your backpack."

Milo looked at what the strange man held; it looked like a remote- but with a little screen on the front.

It didn't look familiar. So Milo shook his head, "I'm pretty sure that's not mine mister."

"You sure? Have a closer look!" The man said angrily as he tossed the strange device at him.

Milo clumsily caught the device as the screen lit up, and a flash of light enveloped him.

The strange man laughed as everything faded from view.

The light faded and Milo glanced warily at his surroundings.

Where was he? And who builds a rollercoaster that runs all the way through town?

Suddenly a helicopter wielding a giant magnet grabbed up the roller coaster and carried it away. Milo blinked in disbelief, the roller coaster seemed very familiar somehow...

Milo turned his attention to the device in his hand, it was obvious to even the most casual observer that the device had been slapped together from disparate parts; the various jagged panels all different colors, with rust starting to form on some of the pieces.

The screen had a video of the roller coaster being taken away, which seemed odd to Milo.

"How can this thing have a video of something that just happened already recorded on it?" Milo wondered aloud, "I guess this must be someone's camera?"

Milo looked at mess of buttons that were haphazardly placed on the front panel. Many of the symbols were not anything Milo had ever seen before.

One looked familiar though, it resembled a skip button and he wondered whether the device had other video on it.

Maybe there was something that would show Milo who the owner of the strange device was-

Milo wanted to be able to return the- whatever it was- back to whoever actually owned it.

After all, Milo knew how annoying it was to lose stuff; seeing as he lost important stuff (like doctors notes) before.

If he couldn't figure it out, Milo supposed there was always the lost-and-found at the police station.

Milo pushed the button hoping to find a video or picture that might give him some sort of clue.

Every press of the button caused another flash of light to envelope him, and showed a different video of something that started to happen just as he showed up in the new area.

Maybe this thing was some sort of hologram projector? Showing weird and fantastical stuff, like a giant ball of aluminum foil flying through the air.

Was that a teal platypus wearing a hat?

-button push-

That's a really oddly shaped building.

-button push-

Man, that's a lot of pharmacists.

-button push-

The device started to get warm in his hand, to the point that Milo had to drop it or get burned. It fell on its face, pressing every button at once as it sputtered and shook.

An ominous black smoke started fuming from both sides of the device as Milo backed away from it.

"What do you mean he escaped?" Balthazar Cavendish demanded sharply at the mission brief, "I thought he was in the maximum security holding cell!"

"He was," Mr. Nicholson, their new, and much more reasonable, manager at the Bureau of Time Travel shrugged, "apparently he's more clever than we'd given him credit for."

Vinnie Dakota looked concerned, "Do you have any idea where he is?"

Mr. Nicholson sighed, "It's...more a matter of -when- he is at this point."

A beat of silence.

Dakota shrieked in disbelief, "WHAT?!" he demanded sharply, "Mr. Block got hold of a temporal transporter?!"

Mr. Nicholson nodded, "That's the long and the short of it. Apparently he built it himself one out of the junk the temporal transporter lab had thrown out."

Cavendish blanched in disbelief, "So it's not even a regulation temporal transporter?" Cavendish rubbed his temples in frustration, "That's worrying, the transporters are temperamental at the best of times- pun not intended."

Dakota snorted, "That's an understatement- something like that is bound to overheat and explode!"

Mr. Nicholson sighed, "That is exactly what's going to happen- with Milo as the target. Looks like Block got Milo transported to a place called -Danville."

Dakota looked up in interest, "Well, what are we waiting around for?" he said sounding very determined, "let's save Milo, then we can worry about the blockhead."

Milo looked fearful as turn to run from the now shaking and smoking device he had thrown to the ground.

A muffled thunk sounded behind him, was that it? Was it- over?

Milo turned to look.

"Oh!" Milo exclaimed happily, "It's you guys! How are you?" Milo smiled at the familiar faces of the friendly pistachio vendors that he'd become acquainted with recently.

Cavendish had a thing that looked like a high-tech bowl, with its opening on the ground, where the device had been only moments ago- that must be what he muffled the explosion with!

Dakota had a giant smile on his face, "We've been good kid, thanks for asking."

"Where are we anyhow?" Milo cast a glance around, "This doesn't look like Swamp City. How'd I get here?"

Cavendish chuckled, "All good questions Milo." He said as he pressed a button on a device that looked like a much more put-together version of the one Milo had just had.

A flash of light, and he was back where he'd started!

Milo blinked in disbelief, "What? So it was a hologram projector then? Neat!"

Cavendish and Dakota exchanged glances, Cavendish shrugged, "Sure... let's go with that-"

Dakota tapped his finger to his chin thoughtfully, "Yeah, the one you had was... a stolen one- did you happen to see which way the guy who gave it to you went?"

Milo shrugged, "No, sorry Mr. Dakota- the hologram light made it so I didn't see which way he went." Milo unconsciously adjusted the straps of his backpack, "I could describe what the man looked like if you needed me to, though."

Cavendish shook his head, "No need my boy," he said reassuringly, "We've got a pretty good idea of who we're after."

Milo looked confused, "Why are you chasing after a thief, Mr. Cavendish?" Milo asked, "Shouldn't you call the police?"

Cavendish and Dakota exchanged a furtive glance; Dakota coughed awkwardly, "Should we tell him?" he whispered to Cavendish, "If Mr. Block was after me- I'd want to know."

Cavendish paled slightly at the thought that flashed through his mind, "What if Mr. Block tries again once he figures out we've intervened?"

Dakota threw up his hands and whispered harshly, "What if he realized that Queen Melissa is a kid in this time period!"

Milo shifted as he watched the pistachio vendors whispering to each other, "You don't have to tell me, I should get back to my errands anyway-"

Vinnie turned suddenly to Milo, "Can I go with you?"

Milo shrugged, "If- you...want to?"

"Yes, great— Balthy, you go check on ...you know who?"

"I— if you're sure?"

Vinnie smiled tensely, "Yeah, divide and conquer right?"

Balthazar sighed, "Hopefully it's us that conquer."

-To be continued-