Blaine’s high school buddy Mason wants to get into the pants of a visiting hottie from Cal
Tech, so naturally Blaine and Mason help her break into the physics lab at the local
university where the bomb-thing they find takes them back to the sixties.
Phyllis pointed at something on a table. It looked, no joke, like a bomb: kinda
half-finished, with wires and plugs everywhere, and blinking lights and a countdown clock
that said 03 10:11 02 05 1968.