Excuse me.
Who are you?
Your grandma!
Don't let this psych you out,
but magic is real.
♪
I'm not missing another chance
to time-travel.
We're in 1975.
Ten-dollar vintage jeans?
Technically,
they're not vintage yet.
♪
The night-blooming plants
are gone.
But we're the only ones
who remember magic.
There must be someone else
out there.
You're sure they don't know
it was you?
Don't worry about the girls.
I'll handle them.
They can find a way to stop you.
You said there'd be a downside
from regrowing our magic garden.
You think this is it?
-We need your help.
-What else is new?
I came up with a recipe
to unmask The Night Bandit.
I'll get the ingredients.
Parquinnien doesn't exist now,
but we could go to a time
when it did.
1800s, here we come.
Thought that description
of the strange girls
sounded familiar.
(together)
Chuck.
Help yourself
to whatever you need.
There's spices
we've never even heard of.
Hi! We look so young!
Okay. This is a lot to process.
The Night Bandit
caused an earthquake
and cursed us
with a rot spell.
Whoa, cool.
But...not cool.
Once we make this spell,
it will all be over.
Somebody wants to keep us
seriously distracted.
How did we not see it before?
-You guys can solve anything.
-We better get cooking.
One, two, three.
♪
Hannah, we need to focus.
I'm totally focused.
Look, a gorilla
cuddling a kitten!
♪
