Characters[]
- Luz Noceda
- Amity Blight
- Willow Park
- Gus Porter
- Hunter
- King Kong
- Ann Darrow
- Jack Driscoll
- Carl Denham
- Captain Englehorn
- Ben Hayes
- Jimmy
- Lumpy
- Choy
- Preston
- Bruce Baxter
- Milo James Thatch
- Kidagakash "Kida" Nedakh
- Vincenzo "Vinny" Santorini
- Dr. Joshua Strongbear Sweet
- Audrey Rocio Ramirez
- Gaetan "Mole" Moliere
- Wilhelmina Bertha Packard
- Jebidiah Allardyce "Cookie" Farnsworth
- Preston B. Whitmore
- Commander Lyle Tiberius Rourke
- Lieutenant Helga Katrina Sinclair
- Kashekim Nedakh
- Marcus Jones
- Captain Lamar Williams
- Jay Shen
- Sarah Myers
- Nolan Smith
- Ethan Aarons
- Kyle Charman
- Ash Foxen
- Gaw
Transcript[]
(On an island in the middle of the Atlantic lives the city of Atlantis, and that city was on a continent that will become Skull Island, leading to the Hollow Earth. Then a huge explosion created a giant wave. The Atlanteans and the flying machines are fleeing from the wave.)
Atlantean 1: *in Atlantean* You fool! You've destroyed us all!
Atlantean 2: *in Atlantean* The wave is gaining! We have to warn Atlantis!
Atlantean 3: *in Atlantean* Too late!
(The huge wave consumed the Atlanteans while the rest managed to reach Atlantis. The Atlantean watchman sees the wave and warns the other Atlanteans.)
Atlantean Watchman: Everyone to their shelters! Everyone to their shelters!
(The Atlanteans run around and panickingly shouting.)
Atlantean Guard: This way, Your Highness. Quickly!
Queen of Atlantis: Kida, come on!
(The queen takes Kida as she struggles for the doll.)
Queen of Atlantis: Kida! Just leave it! There's no time!
(And then, the crystal lights shine on the queen as her eyes glow blue. Kashekim helplessly witness this. The queen levitates to the crystal.)
Kida: Mahtim! Mahtim!
(The Atlanteans manage to get to the city, but the rest are trapped as they try to get in.)
Kida: Mathim!
Kashekim: *in Atlantean* Close your eyes, Kida! Look away!
(Then the shield covered the entire city along with Skull Island, sinking to the depths of Hollow Earth. The title shows The Owl House/Atlantis: The Lost Empire/King Kong. In the future, Washington DC, Milo is lecturing about Atlantis, King Kong, and Hollow Earth. Among him were his students: Luz Noceda, Amity Blight, Willow Park, Gus Porter, and Hunter.)
Milo: Good afternoon, gentlemen. First off, I’d like to thank this board for taking the time to hear our proposal. Now, we’ve all heard of the legend of Atlantis, a continent somewhere in the Mid-Atlantic that was home to an advanced civilization, possessing technology far beyond our own, that, according to our friend Plato here, was suddenly struck by some cataclysmic event that sank it beneath the sea. Now, some of you may ask, why Atlantis? It's just a myth, isn't it? Pure fantasy? Well, that is where you'd be wrong. 10,000 years before the Egyptians built the pyramids, Atlantis had electricity, advanced medicine, even the power of flight. Impossible, you say? Well, no, no, not for them. Numerous ancient cultures all over the globe agree that Atlantis possessed a power source of some kind, more powerful than solar and wind power, than-than gas. More powerful than our modern internal combustion engines. Gentlemen, I propose that we find Atlantis, find that power source, and bring it back to the surface. Now, this is a page from an illuminated text that describes a book called the Shepherd's Journal, said to have been a first-hand account of Atlantis and its exact whereabouts. Now, based on a centuries-old translation of a Norse text, historians have believed the Journal resides in Ireland. But, after comparing the text to the runes on this Viking shield, I found that one of the letters have been mistranslated. So, by changing this letter and inserting the correct one, we find that the Shepherd's Journal, the key to Atlantis, lies not in Ireland, gentlemen, but in Iceland. Pause for effect. Gentlemen, I like to present my student, Luz Noceda.
Luz: Thank you, Mr. Thatch. Now, as Mr. Thatch here has explained about the legend of Atlantis, there’s also the legends of another realm. Now I know you’re thinking the same thing. The dragons and other realms are nothing more than fairytales. But the old saying goes, there is truth within the myth. Some people have different aspects of what witches are, some say that they were having green skin, with pointy hats, long doses, eat children, or turn them into animals, ride on flying brooms and have black cats. But what if that wasn’t true? What if they were just like us humans? Just people living and fighting for their share of the world? But as we all know, sharing the world has never been man’s best interest. In Salem, Massachusetts witch trials era, in my hometown. There is a tale of two brothers known as the Wittebanes. The eldest brother, named Caleb, met a real witch, named Evelyn. She filled his head with stories of a strange and beautiful world. They say that is the home of a realm and island and this no ordinary island. Is is built from the flesh and bones of a fallen titan. As for the younger brother, named Philip, who went on a search for as long lost brother. The story goes that they were never seen again. Now onto the story of Kong and the Hollow Earth. They say after the fall of Atlantis, The remaining portions of the constant became an Island. And they say it is now home to a large ape creature. He is known by many names by many different cultures. And the name of the island itself is called Skull Island. The land where God did not finish creation. Now here’s the theory of the Hollow Earth. A place that is his soon to be a myth. But there’s an ecosystem out there we cannot explain, a place of radiation flashes so much that the creatures grow to gigantic size.
Milo: Gentlemen, I'll take your questions now.
(Then a phone rings.)
Milo: Uh, would you gentlemen please excuse me for a moment? *climbs over a chalkboard and answers the phone* Cartography and Linguistics, Milo Thatch speaking. Yeah. Uh, just - just a second.
(He goes to turn on the lights, revealing the “board members” are a collection of random objects cobbled together.)
Milo: Pardon me, Mr. Hickenbottom. *turns the values and hits the pipe with a wrench* How's that? Is that better? Uh-huh. Yeah. You're welcome.
Man on the phone: AND DON'T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN!!!
Milo: Alright, bye. *hangs up the phone* Now, as you can see by th... by this, um, map... map, uh, that... that... that I've drawn, I plotted the route that will take myself and a crew to the Southern coast of Iceland to retrieve the Journal.
(The cuckoo clock is set off as Milo and his students know that it's time.)
Milo: Ah, showtime. Well, this is it. I am finally getting out of the dungeon.
(Milo walks to the shrine of his late grandfather and his explorer helmet and a photo of him when Milo was no older than four years, he wanted his grandfather’s helmet to which he does give it to his son but apparently his head is too small. He opens the shrine and puts it on but it’s still too big.)
Amity: Milo, I know your grandfather is gone. But I’m sure he’s proud of the man. You are now unveiling the truths, searching for the mysteries that people think it’s crazy to believe.
Milo: Thanks Amity.
Gus: I have a good feeling today. It’s time to show those old goats that we are more than meets the eye.
(Suddenly, a message comes through.)
Milo: "Dear Mr. Thatch, this is to inform you that your meeting today has been moved up from 4:30 P.M. To 3:30 P.M." What?
(Then another message is received)
Milo: "Dear Mr. Thatch. Due to your absence, the board has voted to reject you and your assistants' proposal. Have a nice weekend, Mr. Harcourt's office." THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO US!
Hunter: I can’t believe it!
Willow: That’s the fifth time!
Amity: Why do those old guys keep dodging our meeting?!
Luz: I don’t know, but it’s about time we put our foot down!
(Upstairs, the board members walk out, mocking about Milo and his students' theories.)
Board Member 1: I swear, that young Thatch and his students get crazier every year!
Board Member 2: If I ever hear the word "Atlantis", I'll step in front of a bus!
Board Member 1: *chuckles* I'll push you!
Board Member 2: That Latino girl always ramble about witches!
Board Member 1: And the idea of a giant monkey! Ooh ooh ah ah!
Milo: Mr. Harcourt!
Board Member 3: Good Lord! There they are!
(Milo, Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus and Hunter run toward them.)
Milo: Members of the board... uh, wait!
Luz: Sir, a moment of your time!
Mr. Harcourt: How did you find us?
(The board members flee to the doors.)
Board Member 2: Head for the hills!
Mr. Harcourt: Where is a guard when you need him?
Milo: Mr. Harcourt, you gotta listen to me, sir!
Mr. Harcourt: *hides behind a tree*
Milo: Uh, sir?
(Harcourt opens his umbrella and ran off, as Milo and his students chase him to his personal vehicle.)
Milo: Wait! Mr. Harcourt! Sir, l-I have new evidence that... Please, Mr. Harcourt! Stop! Sir, if you... Could you hold...? Thank you very much. Look at-
Mr. Harcourt: This museum funds scientific expeditions based on facts, not legends and folklore. Besides, we need you here. We depend on you.
Milo: You do?
Mr. Harcourt: Yes! What with winter coming, that boiler's gonna need a lot of attention.
Milo: Boiler?
Mr. Harcourt: Onward, Heinz!
(The car drives off and Milo and Team RWBY gave chase.)
Milo: But, there...there's a journal! It's in Iceland! I'm sure of it this time.
Mr. Harcourt: *closes the window*
Milo: *jumps on the hood* Sir, I really hoped it wouldn't come to this, but this is... a letter of resignation! If you reject my proposal, I'll- *falls off the car* I'LL QUIT!!!
(The car stops and then reverses back.)
Milo: I mean it, sir! If you refuse to fund my proposal...
Mr. Harcourt: You'll what? Flush your career down the toilet, just like your grandfather? You have a lot of potential, Milo. Don't throw it all away chasing fairy tales.
Milo: But I can prove Atlantis exists!
Mr. Harcourt: You want to go on an expedition? *tosses a coin to Milo* Here. Take a trolley to the Potomac and jump in! Maybe the cold water will clear your head. Heinz!
(The car drives off. Elsewhere, Carl is showing the men his animal documentary film, but they were not interested.)
Zelman: How much more is there?
Zelman's Assistant: Another five reels.
Zelman: Lights up.
(The lights turned on.)
Thuggish Investor: This is it? This is what we get for our forty grand, Denham? Another one of your Safari pictures?
Sleazy Investor: You promised us romantic scenes with Bruce Baxter and Maureen McKenzie.
Carl: Come on, fellas, you know the deal. We agreed to push Maureen’s start date so she could get her teeth fixed.
Thuggish Investor: It's not the principle of the thing, it's the money.
Zelman: Carl, you've been in production for two months.
Carl: Trust me, Bruce and Maureen are gonna steam up the screen once we get them on the ship.
Zelman: What ship?
Carl: The one that we hired to get to the location.
Zelman: What location? Carl, you're supposed to be shooting on the back lot.
Carl: Yes, I understand that, but fellas, we're not making that film anymore. And I'll tell you why. The story has changed. The script has been rewritten. Life...intervened, life broke free, life found a way. *pulls out a map* I've come into possession of a map. The sole surviving record of an uncharted island. A place that was thought to exist only in myth. Until now...
Zelman: Whoa, Carl, slow down.
Sleazy Investor: Is he asking for more money?
Thuggish Investor: He's asking us to fund a wild goose chase.
Carl: I'm talking about a primitive world, never before seen by man. They say it’s the land where God did not finish creation. The ruins of an entire civilization. The most spectacular thing you've ever seen. A place where creatures of myth and legend roam freely as if they were real all along. That's where I'll shoot my picture.
Sleazy Investor: Will there be boobies?
Carl: Boobies?
Sleazy Investor: Jigglies. Jiblonkas. Bazooms. In my experience, people only go to these films to observe the undraped form of the native girls.
Carl: What are you, an idiot? You think they asked DeMille, Spielberg, Stanley Kubrick if they would waste their time on nudie shots? No! They respected the filmmaker! Hell, Spielberg made animated movies like An American Tail and The Land Before Time while they were intended for children and the adults loved them too. They showed some class! Not that you'd know what that means, you cheap lowlife!
Zelman: Would you step out for a moment, Carl?
Carl: *leaves the room* Give me that, quick.
Preston: You won't like it. It's non-alcoholic.
Carl: Preston, you have a lot to learn about the motion picture business. *presses the glass against the wall and listens*
Zelman: Don't write him off, fellas. He's hotheaded, sure, but Carl Denham's made interesting pictures. He's had a lot of... near success.
Thuggish Investor: He's a preening self-promoter. An ambitious no-talent. The guy's got "loser" written all over him.
Zelman: I understand your disappointment.
Sleazy Investor: He can't direct. He doesn't have the smarts.
Thuggish Investor: He's washed up. It's all over town. This jumped-up little turd's gonna bankrupt us.
Zelman: The animal footage has value?
Sleazy Investor: Sure. Universal are desperate for stock footage.
Thuggish Investor: Then sell it! Scrap the picture! We got to retrieve something from this debacle.
Zelman: Get him back in.
Zelman's Assistant: Mr. Denham.
(The assistant notice Carl and Preston disappeared. Carl and Preston are walking down the sidewalk.)
Carl: I want the cast and crew on the ship within the hour.
Preston: No, Carl, you can't do this.
Carl: Tell them the studio pressured us into an early departure.
Preston: It's not ethical!
Carl: What are they gonna do, sue me? Huh? They can get in line. I'm not gonna let them kill my film.
Preston: You realize that none of the camera equipment is on board. We have no permits, no visas.
Carl: That's why I have you, Preston.
Preston: We have no insurance, we have no foreign currency. In fact, we have no currency of any kind.
(Carl notice that the men spot him. Carl and Preston quickly get in the taxi as it drove off.)
Sleazy Investor: You're finished, Denham!
Carl: Don't worry, Preston. I've had a lot of practice at this. I'm real good at crapping the crappers.
Preston: Red Label, eighty percent proof, to be packed in a crate marked "lemonade."
Carl: You got it. Tell Maureen she doesn't have six hours to put on her face. If she wants to be in this picture, she's gotta be on that boat.
Preston: She doesn't wanna be in this picture. Maureen pulled out.
Carl: She pulled out?
Preston: Yesterday. I told you.
Carl: You said we were shooting in Singapore, right? That's what you told her.
Preston: Yeah, but we're not shooting in Singapore.
Carl: Goddamn it, Preston, all you had to do was look her in the eye and lie. I got to get to a phone, talk to Harlow's people.
Preston: She's unavailable.
Carl: Myma Loy? Clara Bow? Mae West?
Preston: You'll never get her into a size four. You gotta get a girl that'll fit into Maureen's costumes.
Carl: *sighs* Fay's a size four.
Preston: Yes, she is, but she's doing a picture with RKO.
Carl: Cooper, huh? I might have known.
Preston: You're not listening. We got to delay the shoot. Shut production down. We can't sail tonight.
Carl: Not an option. *steps out of the taxi*
Preston: Carl.
Carl: I said I'd find a girl. For God's sake, Preston, think like a winner! Call Jack. I need that goddamn screenplay! Defeat is always momentary.
(Elsewhere at the Section 13 Base in Nevada, soldiers were relaxing after a mission of capturing a notorious goblin crimelord named Zrek. Indeed, Section 13 was a organization of humans and urban cryptids that deal with rogues and ancient alien technology. It was found by the government and run by Director Gareth Lee. Marcus, Jay, Ethan and Kyle are playing cards.)
Director Lee: Wow, goblin man. You got quite the rap sheet. You’re sentenced to life for man’s laughter. It’s been quite a joke.
Zrek: I think you mean manslaughter.
Director Lee: Apparently so. Let’s be a typo. Now then, I got some questions to ask, and if you play nicely, you might consider turning the other cheek. But if you don’t cooperate, you’re fine or not so friendly.
Zrek: Okay, fine. I've been stealin' digging stuff to get to Atlantis so I have all the gold. Trust me, Atlantis ain't a myth. I do know that Atlantis has some power source or whatever it's called. I also want dumb Shepard's Journal thing so I can take the gold. If Atlantis refuses, so help me, I'll kill 'em!
Director Lee: Killing Atlantis, huh? Well, I'll see into that matter.
(As the soldiers took Zrek away, Captain Lamar Williams approaches Director Lee.)
Willaims: Problems with that goblin?
Director Lee: Mostly.
(At Director Lee's office, Lee and Williams discuss about Atlantis' existence.)
Williams: So we're finding the lost city of Atlantis, correct?
Director Lee: Well, Atlantis has a lot of secrets, like science, technology, and sorts of stuff. Then suddenly, the Atlanteans unwittingly destroyed themselves. This crystal was called the Heart of Atlantis. The Heart of Atlantis gave Atlanteans power, longevity, and protection. It's kinda like... a magic source or whatever that is.
Williams: What do you want us to do?
Director Lee: I want you to take Marcus Jones, Jay Shen, Sarah Myers, Nolan Smith, Ethan Aarons, Kyle Charman, Ash Foxen, and 600 of the finest and best men and women. But you must understand that there was some giant ape called Kong lurking in that subterranean world.
Williams: Reminds me of Bigfoot.
Director Lee: I know, but... there's rumors about that 25ft gorilla being known for fighting giant predators. One more thing, you're going to assist this expedition.
(Elsewhere, Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus and Hunter and Milo arrive to the apartment.)
Milo: I'm home. Fluffy. Here kitty.
(Milo turns on the lamp, but nothing happened. Then a lightning flash reveals Helga standing there.)
Helga: Milo James Thatch?
Milo: Who... who are you? How did you get in here?
Helga: I came down the chimney. Ho... ho... ho. My name is Helga Sinclair. I'm acting on behalf of my employer who has a most entreating proposition for you and your students. Are you interested?
Milo: Your... your... your employer? Who's your employer?
(The car drives across through the gate into a mansion.)
Helga: This way, please? And don't drip on the Carvaggio. Step lively, Mr. Whitmore does not like to be kept waiting.
(They enter the elevator as they go down.)
Helga: You will address him as 'Mr. Whitmore' or 'Sir'. You will stand unless you asked to be seated. Keep your sentence short to the point, are we clear?
Luz: Um, yes ma'am.
Helga: And relax, he doesn't bite.... often.
(Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus, Hunter and Milo look around the room and see a potrait of Thaddeus and Manny.)
Milo: Grandpa?
Luz: Dad?
Whitemore: Finest explorers I ever met. Preston Whitmore. Pleasure to meet you, Milo. And your friends too. Join me in a little yoga
Milo: Uh, no, no. Thank you. Did you really know our relatives?
Whitmore: Oh yeah. Met old Thaddeus back in Georgetown. Class of ‘66. We stayed close friends till the end of his days. As for the others, we met along the way. Even dragged me along on some of his danged fool expeditions. Thatch was crazy as a fruit bat, he was. He spoke of you often.
Milo: Funny. He... he never mentioned you.
Whitmore: Oh, he wouldn’t. He knew how much I liked my privacy. I keep a low profile.
Amity: Mr. Whitmore, why are we here?
Whitmore: Look on that table.
(Milo and his students go to the table where the package is.)
Whitmore: It's for you.
Milo: It’s... it’s from my grandfather.
Whitmore: He brought that package to me years ago. He said if anything were to happen to him, I should give it to you when you were ready whatever that means.
(When Milo opens the package, it was the Shepherd's Journal.)
Milo: It... it can't be. It’s the Shepherd’s Journal. Mr. Whitmore, this journal is the key to finding Atlantis and the inner world.
Whitmore: Atlantis! *laughs* I wasn't born yesterday, son.
Milo: No, no, no, look at this. Coordinates, clues, even copies of the animals that live in the Inner Earth.
Whitmore: Yeah, looks like gibberish to me.
Milo: That’s because it’s been written in a dialect that no longer exists.
Whitmore: So it’s useless.
Milo: No, no, just difficult. I’ve spent my whole life studying dead languages. It’s not gibberish to me.
Whitmore: Ah, it’s probably a fake.
Milo: Mr. Whitmore, my grandfather would have known if this were a fake. I would know. I will stake everything I own, everything that I believe in, that this is the genuine Shepherd’s Journal.
Whitmore: Alright, alright. So what do you want to do with it?
Milo: Well, I'll... I'll... I'll get funding. I mean, I'll... the museum.
Whitmore: They’ll never believe you.
Milo: I will show them, I will make them believe!
Luz: So will us! We’ll have evidence and proof!
Amity: We’ll go through every record in the entire library of Congress or all over the world!
Gus: If they won’t believe is the first time, I’ll keep trying and trying and trying!
Hunter: Those old goats can’t keep running from us.
Vee: We don’t care we have to break into their houses and tie them up.
Willow: Aside from that, if we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it legally. The point is, will make them believe us.
Whitemore: Like you did today?
Milo: Yes! Well, no. How did you... Forget about them, okay? Nevermind! I will find Atlantis on mt own. I mean, if I have to rent a rowboat!
Whitmore: Congratulations, Milo. This is exactly what I wanted to hear. But forget the rowboat, son. *presses a button* We'll travel in style. It’s all been arranged, the whole ball of wax.
Willow: Whoa!
Luz: Why? Why are you doing this for us?
Whitmore: For years, your granddad bent my ear with stories about that old book. I didn’t buy it for a minute. So finally I got fed up and made a bet with the old coot. I said, "Thatch, if you ever actually find that so-called journal not only will I finance the expedition but I’ll kiss you full on the mouth." Imagine my embarrassment when he found the darn thing. Now I know your grandfather’s gone, Milo. God rest his soul, but Preston Whitmore is a man who keeps his word. You hear that, Thatch?! I’m going to the afterlife with a clear conscience by thunder! *chuckles then sighs* Your grandpa was a great man. You probably don’t realize how great. Those buffoons at the museum dragged him down, made a laughing stock of him. He died a broken man. If I could bring back just one shred of proof, that’d be enough for me. Ah, Thatch. What are we standing around for? We got work to do.
Gus: Before that, you need a crew.
Whitmore: Taken care of!
Milo: You’ll need engineers and... and geologists.
Whitmore: Got ‘em all. The best of the best. Gaetan Moliere, geology and excavation. The man has a nose for dirt. Vincenzo Santorini, demolitions. Busted him out of a Turkish prison. Audrey Ramirez. Don’t let her age fool you. She’s forgotten more about engines than you or I will ever know. Carl Denham. A film director desperate to make a successful movie. Lamar Williams, the captain of a squadron from Section 13. They’re the same crew that brought the Journal back.
Milo: Where was it?
Whitmore: Iceland.
Milo: I knew it! I knew it!
Whitmore: All we need now is an expert in gibberish and witches. So it’s decision time. You can build on the foundation your grandfather left you, or you can go back to your boiler room.
Milo: This is for real.
Whitmore: Now, you’re catching on.
Milo: Alright. Okay. W-W-We’ll have to quit our job.
Whitmore: It’s done. You resigned this afternoon.
Hunter: We did?
Whitmore: Yep. Don’t like to leave loose ends.
Luz: I'll need to have Mom and Eda notified.
Whitmore: Already told off.
Amity: My Azura book?
Milo: My books too?
Whitmore: In storage.
Gus: Our clothes?
Whitmore: Packed.
Milo: My cat?
Fluffy: *meows*
Milo: My gosh.
Whitmore: Your granddad had a saying: "Our lives are remembered by the gifts we leave our children." *gives the Journal to Milo* This journal is his gift to you, Milo. Atlantis is waiting. What do you say?
Milo: I’m your man, Mr. Whitmore. You will not regret this. Boy, I am so excited, l-l-l-I can’t even hold it in.
Ship
Milo: *vomits* Carrots. Why is there always carrots? I didn’t even eat carrots.
Packard: Attention. All hands to the launch bay. To whoever took the "L" from the Motor Pool sign. Haha, we are all very amused.
(Milo and his students head to the launch bay.)
Milo: Excuse me? We need to, uh, report in?
Helga: Yes, Mr. Thatch?
Luz: Whoa! It's you!
Cookie: Blondie, I got a bone to pick with you.
Helga: Hold that thought. *to Cookie* What is it this time, Cookie?
Cookie: You done stuffed my wagon full to bustin’ with non-essentials. Look at all this! Cinnamon, oregano, cilantro. What in the cockadoodle is cilantro? *throws out the crate and picks up lettuce* And what is this?
Helga: That would be lettuce.
Cookie: Lettuce? Lettuce?!
Helga: It’s a vegetable, Cookie. The men need the four basic food groups.
Cookie: I got your four basic food groups! Beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard!
(Then the warning alarm sounds.)
Helga: Alright, cowboy. Pack it up and move it out.
(Then a taxi and police cars arrived. However, they are too late when the ship sets sail. The sleazy investor and the thuggish investor throw their hats down and blamed the police.)
Carl: Jack, let’s get going!
Sleazy Investor: Denham! You’re finished! Do you hear me?! You’re finished! You’ll never work in this town again!
(The ship beings to set sail and the troops and sailors are in the loading docks of the ship)
Packard: Attention. All hands to the launch bay. Final loading in progress.
(They go down the elevator and see the Ulysses.)
Vinny: Hey, junior. If you and the kids are looking for the pony rides, they're back there.
Milo: Um, excuse me, excuse me. You dropped your dy-dy-dy-dy-dynamite. *laughs nervously* What else have you got in there?
Vinny: Oh, eh, gunpowder, nitroglycerin, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue, and...paper clips; big ones. You know, just, eh, office supplies. *walks off*
Whitmore: Milo, Luz! Where you been? This here is Captain Lamar Williams, the leader of his squadron from Section 13
Captain Lamar Williams: Milo James Thatch. It’s both a pleasure and an honor to meet the grandson of old Thaddeus. And you have the journal, I must say it has lovely pictures. But I prefer a good old adventure, story myself. But it does have some great stories, hope none of them are exaggerated.
Whitmore: And this is Commander Rourke. He lead the expedition that found a journal in Iceland.
Rourke: Milo Thatch. Pleasure to meet the grandson of old Thaddeus. I see you got that journal. Nice pictures, but I prefer a good western myself.
Whitmore: Pretty impressive, eh?
Milo: Boy, when you settle a bet, y-you settle a bet.
Whitmore: Well, your granddad always believed you couldn't put a price on the pursuit of knowledge.
Milo: Well, uh, believe me, this'll be a small change compared to the value of what we're gonna learn on this trip.
Rourke: Yes, this should be enriching for all of us.
Packard: Attention all personnel. Launch will commence to 15 minutes.
Carl: Okay, boys, let's go.
Rourke: Mr. Whitmore.
Whitmore: Rourke.
Rourke: It's time.
Luz: Bye, Mr. Whitmore!
Whitmore: Make us proud, guys!
Diving Officer: Rig ship for dive!
Chief of the Watch: Aye, sir! Rig ship for dive.
Commander Rourke: Lieutenant, take her down.
Helga Sinclair: Diving officer, submerge the ship.
Diving Officer: Aye!
Helga Sinclair: Make the depth 1-5-0 feet.
Diving Officer: Make the depth 1-5-0 feet.
Intercom: Dive, dive! 5 degrees down bubble.
Diving Officer: Take us down.
(The Ulysses is launched into the water as it dives down further. Choy takes Jack down to the cages of where they keep the animals.)
Choy: This room very comfortable. Plenty dim light, fresh straw.
Jack: Jesus. What do you keep down here?
Choy: Lion, tiger, hippo, you name it.
Jack: You sell them to zoos?
Choy: Zoo, circus, Skipper get big money for rare animal. Skipper catch any wild animal you want. He'll do you real good price on white rhino.
Englehorn: Choy. *to Jack* My apologies for not being able to offer you a cabin. Have you found an enclosure for your taste?
Jack: Spoiled for choice.
Englehorn: What are you, Mr. Driscoll? A lion? Or a chimpanzee?
Jack: I'll take this one.
(Jack opened one of the cages, but a box fell and a bottle of chloroform rolled out.)
Englehorn: I told you to lock it up.
Choy: Sorry, Skipper. Lumpy said-
Englehorn: Lumpy doesn't give the orders. What are you trying to do, put the whole ship to sleep? Get them out of here.
(While Jack types in his cage, Jimmy brought him food.)
Jimmy: Compliments of the chef.
Jack: Okay. *sees lamb's brains* Oh Christ. Oh God.
Jimmy: Lamb's brains in walnut sauce.
(Jimmy stole Jack's pen but is stopped by Hayes.)
Hayes: Jimmy. You run those ropes up on deck like I told you?
Jimmy: Doing it now, Mr. Hayes.
Hayes: How about you return Mr. Driscoll's pen first?
(As Jimmy darts off, Hayes returned the pen to Jack.)
Hayes: He don't mean no harm.
Jack: Thanks.
Hayes: I'll keep him out of your way.
Jack: It's okay.
Hayes: He likes it down here. It's where I found him four years ago. Stowed away in one of them back cages. His arm was broken in two places. He was wilder than half the animals in here. Still won't tell me where he came from. But it wasn't anyplace good.
Packard: Attention. Tonight's supper will be baked beans. Musical program to follow...Who wrote this?
(Milo, Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus and Hunter lay on their beds. Then a pair of telescopic eyes look at Milo.)
Mole: You have disturbed the dirt.
Milo: Uh, pardon me?
Milo: You have disturbed the dirt! Dirt from around the globe spanning the centuries! *gasps* What have you done?!? England must never merge with France!
Milo: What’s it doing in my bed?
Willow: And follow up, is it in all of our beds? (She said as they look in the beds.)
Mole: You ask too many questions. Who are you? Who sent you? Speak up!
Milo: Me? I'm, uh...
Mole: Bah! I will know soon enough. *grabs Milo's hand*
Milo: Hey, hey, hey! Let go!
Mole: Do not be such a crybaby. Hold still. *takes a tiny dirt sample from Milo's fingernail with tweezers* Aha! There you are. *gasps* Now tell me your story, my little friend. Parchment fibre from the Nile Delta circa 500 B.C., lead pencil No. 2, paint flecks of a type used in government buildings, you have a cat, short hair Persian, two years old, third in a litter of seven. These are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker. *licks it twice* And linguist.
Luz: Wait, how did you-
Mole: This is an outrage! You all must leave at once! Out, out, out, out, out!
(Mole tried to push them out until he bumps into Sweet.)
Sweet: Uh oh. Sat in the dirt, didn't you? Moliere, now what have I told you about playin' nice with other kids?
(Mole opens his mouth to say something, but Sweet held up a soap bar.)
Sweet: Get back, I've got soap, and I'm not afraid to use it.
Mole: *hisses at the soap bar*
Sweet: *whips his towel at Mole* Back, foul creature! Back to the pit from which you came!
Mole: *flees to the top bunk*
Sweet: The name's Sweet, Joshua Sweet. Medical officer.
Milo: Yeah, Milo Thatch.
Luz: And I'm Luz, a witch-in-training.
Sweet: I gotta say, you're my 3:00. *pulls out a saw* Well, no time like the present.
Milo: Oh boy.
Sweet: Nice, isn't it? The catalogue says that this little beauty can saw through a femur in 28 seconds. I'm bettin' I can cut that time in half. Now, stick out your tongue and say "Ahh."
Milo: Oh, no, really, I have a-
Sweet: *puts the tongue depresser in Milo's mouth* So, where you from?
Milo: *grunts*
Sweet: Really? I have family up that way. Beautiful country up there! Do you do any fishing?
Milo: *mumbling*
Sweet: Me? I hate fishing. I hate fish. Hate the taste, hate the smell and hate all them little bones. Here, I'm gonna need you to fill these up.
Milo: *spits out the thermometer* With what?!
Packard: Will Mr. Thatch and his assistants please report to the bridge?
Milo: Thank you. I mean, uh, uh, nice meeting you.
(Milo and his students ran off.)
Sweet: Uh-huh, nice meeting you too.
(Carl, Preston, Jimmy, Hayes, Captain Williams, Marcus, Jay and Ash are in the dining haul where Lumpy is making food and peeling potatoes.)
Hayes: If someone were to tell you this ship was headed for Singapore, what would you say?
Lumpy: I would say they're full of it, Mr. Hayes. Well, we turned southwest last night.
Carl: Gentlemen, please. We're not looking for trouble.
Jimmy: No, you're looking for something else.
Williams: We're trying to find a lost city called Atlantis.
Carl: Find it, film it, and show it to the world. For 25 cents, you get to see the last blank space on the map.
Lumpy: I wouldn't be so sure of that.
Preston: What do you mean?
Lumpy: Seven years ago, me and Mr. Hayes were working our passage on a Norwegian bark.
Hayes: We picked up a castaway. We found him in the water. He'd been drifting for days.
Lumpy: His ship had run aground on an passageway. An hidden world. He spoke of a huge wall built so long ago, no one knew who'd made it. A wall hundred foot high as strong as it was ages ago.
Preston: Why'd they built the wall?
Lumpy: Well, the castaway, he spoke of a creature, neither beast nor man, but something monstrous, living behind that wall.
Carl: A lion or a tiger. A man-eater. That's how all these stories start.
Preston: What else did he say?
Lumpy: Nothing. We found him in the next morning. He'd stuck a knife in his heart.
Carl: Sorry, fellas. You'll have to do better than that. Monsters belong in B movies.
Hayes: If you find this place, if you go ashore with your friends and your cameras, you won't come back. Just as long as you understand that.
Bridge
Packard: So I says to him, "What’s wrong with my meatloaf?" And he says to me... Oh. Hold on a second, Margie, I got another call. Sir, we’re approaching coordinates.
(Milo, Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus, Hunter and Vee are gathered with the crew)
Rourke: Alright, let’s have a look around.
Helga: Aye, sir. Set course to 2-4-0. on the bow planes. Come right 2-4-0.
Rourke: Welcome to the bridge, Mr. Thatch. Okay, everybody, I want you to give Mr. Thatch your undivided attention.
Milo: Good afternoon. Can everyone hear me okay? Okay, uh, how... how about some slides? The... the first slide is a depiction of a creature. A creature so frightening that sailors were said to be driven mad by the mere sight of it.
(He inserts the slide, showing himself in his swimsuit.)
Packard: Hubba hubba.
Milo: Uh, I’m sorry. That’s... wrong.
Audrey: Geez, I used to take lunch money from guys like this.
Milo: Anyway, this, uh... Okay. *puts the correct slide in* This is an illustration of the Leviathan, the creature guarding the entrance to Atlantis.
Vinny: With something like that, I would have white wine, I think.
Milo: It’s a mythical sea serpent. He’s described in the Book of Job. The... the Bible says "Out of his mouth go burning lights, sparks of fire shoot out." But more likely it’s a carving or a sculpture to frighten the superstitious.
Rourke: So we find this masterpiece, then what?
Mole: When do we dig?
Milo: Actually, we don’t have to dig. *draws the diagram of an tunnel and an underwater cave* You see, according to the Journal, the path to Atlantis will take us down a tunnel at the bottom of the ocean, and we’ll come up a curve into an air pocket right here, where we’ll find the remnants of an ancient highway that will lead us to Atlantis. Kind of like the grease trap in your sink.
Helga: Cartographer, linguist, plumber, hard to believe he's still single.
Mole: You said there would be digging.
Helga: Go away, Mole.
(Amity steps in.)
Amity: Now it’s my turn, what we're discussing is a creature known as a Silkydomas. It’s quite similar to a beluga whale or an orca. It’s a large mammalian creature that has seaweed growing on it. It acts like a protective, camouflage or something. However, it’s not only incredibly intelligent, that’s also a harmless creature, but it will attack when provoked like many creatures.
Audrey: So basically some kind of unknown whale, right?
Hunter: It’s not that simple. This creature can’t be considered hostile when provoked, and wanted to text him say it actually squirts out boiling water. Like its own body, he transforms water into a hot liquid, The steam alone will give you a third-degree burns.
Helmsman: Rourke, Englehorn, Williams. You may wanna have a look at this.
Rourke: Okay, class dismissed. Give me exterior lights.
(The sub has turned on the lights and the crew see a bunch of sunken ships. Carl films this.)
Englehorn: My God...
Helga: Look at that.
Milo: There are ships here from every era.
(As the Ulysses swims through the sunken ships, something is lurking among the ships. Something big. Packard hears it on the radio.)
Packard: Commander, I think you should hear this.
Milo: "Predeshtem..."
Packard: Commander?
Milo: "...logtu nug..."
Packard: Commander?
Milo: "...nah geb. Enter the lair of the Leviathan."
Packard: Commander?
Milo: "There you will find the path to the gateway."
Packard: Commander?
Rourke: Yes, Mrs. Packard. What is it?
Packard: I'm picking up something on the hydrophone, I think you should hear.
Rourke: Put it on speakers.
(Packard puts it on speakers as strange noises are heard.)
Amity: What's that noise?
Rourke: What is it? A pod of whales?
Packard: Uh-uh. Bigger.
Helga: Sounds metallic. Could be an echo off one of the rocks.
Packard: Do you want to do my job? Be my guest.
Milo: Is it just me, or is that getting louder?
(Then the sound stopped as the crew are puzzled.)
Gus: Silence. That’s usually never a good sign.
Hunter: The calm before the storm.
Helga: Well, whatever it was it’s gone now.
Rourke: Helmsman! Bring us about. Tighten our search pattern and slow us-
(Suddenly, something hits the submarine as the Leviathan and Silkydomas swim around it.)
Audrey: *runs through the room* Out of the way! *climbs up the ladder*
Rourke: Tell Cookie and Lumpy to melt the butter and break out the bibs! As for that other thing, I want to turn it into a oil and grease that treads of our vehicles.
Helga: Load the torpedo bays! Subpod crews, battle stations!!
(The Leviathan hits the ship again, knocking Helga to the rails. The men, Vinny, and Mole jump in the Sub Pods as they get ready for battle.)
Rourke: Steady, boys, don't panic.
(The Leviathan grabs the Ulysses, as Milo, Preston and Luz fall down to the window while Amity, Willow, Vee, Gus and Hunter hold onto the rails.)
Milo: Jiminy Christmas! IT'S A MACHINE!
(They turn to the side to see the Selkidomus, Carl films what’s happening as they speak.)
Gus: That is one overgrown animal.
Carl: This is gonna be a legendary movie in the making. Forget CGI, this is the real deal. We'll be beyond rich.
Vee: That or we’re gonna be dead!
Rourke: Launch Sub Pods!
Ensign: Sub Pods away!