Previously on Mech-X4...
-So, when's your next visit? -Well, we have one more hospital to build in Egypt.
-(sneezes) -Ryan: The good thing about being adopted
is I didn't inherit your weirdo sneeze.
-(high-pitched humming) -We're gonna do great things together, Ryan.
-Ah! (groans) -Harper: I'll see you soon... partner.
Grey! Whatever you're doing, it stops now!
You're too late!
Harris: This guy's power ratings are off the charts.
You will address me...
as Traeger.
I have no idea how to stop him.
It's following me wherever I go.
That's because I added facial recognition software.
Now we can search the city for Grey and Traeger.
Yeah, what happens when we find 'em?
It'll tell us where they are and-- wait for it--
-oh, heads up. -(grunts)
Stun blast. I get it. I get it.
Okay, what happens if Traeger destroys the drone?
I mean, he threw the robot like a rag doll.
-Okay. -There's nothing Ryan could do to stop it.
-I was there. -Yeah.
-Dang! -Dude!
-Oh. Harris, why would you-- -No. Watch.
I added nanites to the drones,
little microscopic robots. When one is destroyed,
the nanites will carry all of its data to the nearest drone.
So no matter what happens, we'll never lose any intel on Grey or Traeger.
And, once it confirms its target, it'll attack!
(humming loudly)
-Oh. -(keyboard clacks)
(computer beeps) New target accepted.
Ah. Fly. Find the bad guys. Be free.
All right. So, we're gonna be on watch this whole weekend.
Yup. No eating, no leaving to shower.
Gonna go to the bathroom right here.
-We have bathrooms. -I don't care.
-(beeps) -Hey, dingus, didn't you get Mom's text?
-She wants to see us right now. -All right. On my way.
Do not go to the bathroom in here.
I promise.
-(whispers) I gotta go to the bathroom real quick. -All right.
-What do you think Mom wants? -I don't know, but as soon as we're done here,
we're going right back to the robot.
This whole weekend, looking for bad guys.
(laughs) Hey! Whoa, whoa!
-Dad! -(laughs) Dad!
You guys are a little on edge.
We thought you were gonna have another couple of weeks left
-working at the hospital in Bolivia. -Yeah, we finished up early,
so I can get home and see you guys. And check this out.
I got a few tickets for the Future Technology Expo.
-(laughs) -Dad, that's been sold out for months!
Yeah, probably because slam-dunk champion
Demetrious "D-Win" Winston's gonna be there signing his new video game.
Davis: See? How perfect is that?
See? Tech for Ryan, sports for you, and music for everyone.
You know DJ Live-Rat$z performed there last year?
Eh. She played a set in our living room once.
-(Davis laughs) Really? -Mm-hmm.
An international superstar DJ played your living room?
Yeah. Mom's billionaire tech-genius ex-boyfriend paid her to.
And then he tried to destroy the world.
We should talk more.
But thanks, Dad. This is-- this is awesome.
Hey, I'm glad you're so excited.
Listen, you guys didn't have any other plans this weekend, did you?
Both: Uhh... no. Nah.
(laughs) Come on! Lighten up.
It's a couple days with your dad. It's not the end of the world.
(parents chuckle)
(people chattering) (theme music plays)
(beeping)
Door: Hi, there!
Welcome, Davis Walker,
Mark Walker, and Ryan Walker!
Okay, don't get me wrong. This is awesome,
and I love hanging out with Dad, but we're supposed to be looking
-for Traeger this weekend. -There's nothing we can do right now.
If the drones get a lead, then we can bail,
but this means a lot to Dad. Let's try to have a good time.
You know what? You're right.
(birds chirping)
It's like we're there.
(chittering)
(gasps) It's like we're there.
(laughs)
Step right up. Check out the latest in 3D printing.
A perfect print every time.
(whirs)
And... it's... a... butt?
(laughter)
-It was supposed to look like my face. -Woman: It does.
-(laughter) -Who said that?
(hip-hop music playing)
Oh! What you guys know about the "cabbage patch"?
-(laughs) -Uh, literally nothing.
-Come on. -(laughs) Yeah.
-(laughs) -(cell phone chimes)
-(clears throat) -(chuckles)
-There you go. -(music continues)
-Do you mind if I get in line for this? -Yeah, go for it.
I think we're gonna go play Legends of Wyvern 6.
-Yeah. -As fun as that sounds, later!
(laughs) Hey, I'll tell you what.
I'm gonna get us some snacks. I'll meet you at Wyvern in 15?
-Heck yeah, man. -My man!
-Hey, Veracity, you won? That's awesome. -Ah, you know.
-(barks) -Whoa! What is that?
Ah. This is my robot dog.
I call him... L'il Harris.
(woofs) Dang, son!
-Okay, Harris would actually love this. -(laughs)
Wait. You invented all of these and won every prize?
Yes. Everything but sixth place. (sighs)
Kristi Medlin.
But... this baby right here is what won me first place.
(clears throat) The Buzzkill.
A hand-held annoying-person device disabler.
Here, watch.
-(girl chatting) -(humming)
All I did was take a selfie at the funeral, and everyone, like,
made such a big deal out of it.
I was-- hello? Grandma?
(phone beeps)
It sends out a signal that stops digital butthead behavior,
you know, like texting during a movie,
talking too loud on a cell phone, et cetera.
-You're kinda scary. -(laughs) Mmm. Yeah.
-Later. -Yeah.
(hip-hop music plays)
Is this where I meet Demetrius Winston?
Am I in the right line?
(angelic choir sings)
I'm in the right line. Yup.
Smooth.
Hey, has anyone ever told you that your princess dress
really brings out the flecks of amber in your eyes?
-(laughs) Less smooth. -(clears throat)
I'm Emeline of Navarre, ruthless warrior.
Umm... I like your shield thing.
You mean my plus four Shield of Gragaloon?
Sure.
Sorry, no, I have no idea what any of this is.
(laughs) That's okay.
-You're lucky you're cute. -It really does help.
(laughs)
I am Emeline of Navarre!
We can free the king! Ready your sword.
-(grunts) -There may be trolls.
(both grunting)
(cell phone chimes)
Ryan. Hey, man, we don't have to play if you don't want to.
No, no, my friends are constantly blowing up my phone.
You know how it is. Yeah, Dad, come on. Let's play. Come on.
Well there, Harris, Veracity won the Junior Inventor's competition.
(beeps)
-Why did you not win? -All of my inventions go into--
oh, I don't know-- killing monsters.
Since when did you start reading the Bay City Planet?
Since always.
Their bloggers are never afraid to say what needs to be said.
(beeping)
Bam. We've got a possible match at Bay City International Airport.
(scoffs) It's a distorted reflection, but it could be Traeger.
Or it could be Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau.
-Why would it be Justin Trudeau? -Why not?
-Spyder: Should we tell Ryan and Mark? -Not yet.
You know Ryan. If he even thinks it's a bad guy,
he'll bail out on his dad.
-We need to make sure. -Okay.
If it is Traeger, we'll just shoot him with trackers
and hunt him down with Ryan and Mech-X4.
-I just hope he doesn't feel it when they hit. -(mech-link hums, firing)
Yeah, I wouldn't-- wouldn't worry about that.
What? (gasps)
Dude, not cool. Let's see how you like it.
-Ah! -Not the eyes! Not the eyes!
We don't have time for this. Let's get to the airport.
Come on, man, there's always time to shoot your friend in the butt.
(grunts) Dang, son.
No, there is no way that they would've made it to the playoffs without D-Win!
He is a beast at offense.
They're trash without his three.
(laughs) They still have Perkins and Ivanovich.
-Those guys are useless. -Wow.
We might have to settle this over some jalapeño poppers.
Actually...
I do know a great place.
Oh. Okay.
(humming, beeping)
(clears throat) Uh...
I gotta go.
(both grunting)
Davis: We must get you to the White Witch for a healing poultice.
To the trunk of the white tree, and watch out for trolls.
(both grunting)
Oh, straight to the Internet.
(clicks, chimes)
Ryan, where are you? We're being hunted!
(humming loudly)
We are.
(humming loudly)
(Davis grunting)
Why is one of Harris's hunter drones here?
I don't know. It looks like it was after you.
(beeping)
When Harris showed me these, they targeted me first.
-Maybe it's a glitch. -(Davis grunting)
Hey, man.
I will be your Emeline of Navarre!
-(laughs) Huh? -Sure, man.
Yeah! Woo-hoo! Hyah!
-We have to get back to Dad. -(whirring)
-Look out! -(people shout)-
-(people yelp) -So, now regular tech is after me?
(beeping)
Wait. Harris's nanites are in there.
He said they were designed to spread to other drones.
He didn't say anything about other tech.
-Can't you just zap 'em? -(whirring)
No, there's too many. It's like a thousand tiny little robots!
(explosion)
The nanites are infecting all the tech around us,
but they're not compatible.
Great, so it's either gonna explode and hurt a lot of people
or attack us. I'm gonna call Harris.
(beeps)
-(gasps) -Harris: It is Traeger!
Okay, we should probably go invisible.
-(buzzes) -There's not enough power left to go invisible.
I asked you to charge these things yesterday.
I asked you to not ask me to do things.
(sighs) We need to figure out what they're doing.
(panting)
(beeps, humming)
(grunts)
(beeps, hums)
Steel girders, PVC piping,
and some sort of polymide.
Oh no.
Oh no, no, no, no, no. Not polymide.
I don't know what that is.
It's an element they use to protect equipment during cold weather.
(phone rings loudly)
-Hmm? -(shushing)
(beeps, ringing stops)
(voicemail recording) Hi, you've reached Harris. Leave a message, y'all.
Harris isn't answering his phone.
Looks like we're gonna have to deal with this ourselves.
(drone buzzes)
-Veracity: Oh! -(beeping)
Bam! (growls)
First thing we have to do is get away from all these people.
If the tech is after me, we can just lead it away.
Then let's go.
-(beeping) -(whirring)
(people chattering)
All right, here I am! Come and get me!
What's going on? That stuff wasn't after me?
(L'il Harris barking, growling)
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Whoa! Sorry, sorry, sorry.
-(growling continues) -Veracity: Hey!
Uh... down boy. What is wrong with you?
I will put you down.
(high-pitched humming)
-(people screaming) -It's after Veracity?
Mark: Wait. Was she around every time the tech attacked?
-Yeah, I think she was. -It was targeting her.
-You were just in the way. -But why is the tech targeting Veracity?
(gasps) Dude, not cool.
Let's see how you like it.
-Ah! -(both grunting)
(beeping)
(L'il Harris growling)
(powers down)
(people screaming)
Scary.
-Uh, Veracity's gonna get hurt. -And anyone who's around her.
Davis: Ryan!
-Okay, I'm gonna protect Veracity, you deal with Dad. -Okay.
-You okay? -Oh yeah, never better.
(whirring)
-Whoa! -Oh!
What is going on? It's the first time I've seen you in a month.
It seems like you couldn't care less.
-(whirring) -No, Dad, that's not true.
-(humming) -What is it, son? You can tell me anything.
Dad, can you please just give me some space?
(sighs) Yeah.
(beeping)
-Door: Exits are now sealed. -(screaming)
Targeting Veracity Campbell.
I'm sorry. What?
Man: Let us out!
Great. We're trapped in here.
Every piece of tech in here is a Veracity-seeking missile.
See? This isare the smartest kid in Bay City.
Somebody programmed all of this tech to attack me.
Who would do such a thing?
There's only one person who is smart enough
and petty enough to do this.
Kristi Medlin.
-(people screaming) -Yeah! That's who it was, Kristi Medlin.
-Definitely not Harris. -If I could just get to my Buzzkill
and then I could crank it up, then it might have the power
to end all the tech at once, but it's back at my booth.
Grey: The plane is fully loaded.
It's good to go.
Take it to the destination and wait for me there.
There's one more thing I need.
-Hey, what are you doing. -We need to find out where they're going.
-(people screaming) -(whirring)
(whirring)
(people scream)
(light jazz music playing)
-We're gonna get you to your booth. -Yeah, let's get to work.
(whirring)
Hey, Mark, things are getting crazy.
You might need this.
She remembers my name. It's 'cause I'm cute.
Focus! You're not that cute.
Go!
(rock music playing)
(whirring)
(thuds, yelps)
(groaning)
Whoa, whoa! Hey! Harris!
That was awesome. You were like a superhero in an action movie.
Owie! Oh! Mommy's precious cargo got an owie!
When I tell this story, I'll leave that part out.
-(rumbling) -(people screaming)
(roars, clangs)
Oh, no.
Ryan: It's not stopping!
(whirring)
Veracity: Mark! The Buzzkill!
Ryan: They're gonna blow!
-(whirring) -(roars)
(grunts) There's not enough power! There's just too many of them!
(humming)
(whirring stops)
-Man: What happened? -(chuckles) Wow.
I-- I'm more impressive than I thought.
(laughs)
Don't ever tell Harris we did that.
-Done and done. Okay, yeah. -Cool. Go, go.
-Hey, Emeline of Navarre. -(giggles)
Here's some of your shield back.
-I'm really sorry. -It's plastic.
It was the price of like one basket of jalapeño poppers.
Oh, okay. Well, that's, what, six bucks? Six-fifty?
(guffaws) I mean...
I want you to take me out for jalapeño poppers, champ.
-Oh. -Wow.
You're really bad at this.
Give me your phone.
(laughs)
Text me... if you want.
You know...
every Emeline needs a Merek.
I could pull that off.
-(growls) -(laughing)
Ryan! They finally got the doors open.
Are you okay, man? I was so worried.
Yeah, Dad, we're-- we're okay.
Seriously, we're fine.
Good.
So, about before...
Yeah, Dad, about what I said back there. I--
You mean when you told me I should give you some space, at the top of your lungs?
(chuckles) Yeah, I'm really sorry.
-That was really harsh, and I-- -No, no, Ryan, I get it.
You're a teenager now. I mean, why would you want to hang out with your lame dad?
No, Dad, I like hanging out with you,
even when my head's buried in my phone when I do.
Believe me, I really do.
So, we're cool?
-What do we say? -Both: Frosty.
(laughs)
Okay, I am really sorry about the nanite stuff.
I definitely didn't think it could spread to other tech.
-I still can't believe you took on Traeger. -Yeah.
-Are you insane? -It was awesome.
(whispers) Yeah, left the part out about "mommy's precious cargo."
-I'm sorry. What was that? -Don't-- don't worry about it.
I'm just glad you're okay.
So... what's next?
We watch this guy's every move...
-(beeping) -...and when the time is right, we take this guy down.
For good.
(ominous musicys)
(whirring)
-(whirs) -(creaks, clunks)
Well, what do you know?
It works.