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 re-growing 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.

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!