Atlantis: Milo's Return Script - Dialogue Transcript

Atlantis: Milo's Return Script

  
Eight thousand years ago,
Atlantis sank beneath the ocean.

 
The great crystal, the source of
its power, was hidden beneath the city.

 
Robbed of the heart of Atlantis,
my people seemed doomed
to slow extinction.

 
But now we are reborn.

 
Obby, hurry.

 
We must get back to the throne room.

 
Hold on.

 
Once again the heart
of Atlantis shines upon us...

 
healing us, making us strong.

 
We are using the power
of the crystal to rebuild our city...

 
and to restore
our culture to greatness.

 
Under the light of the great crystal,
my people are thriving again.

 
We have uncovered secrets
lost for thousands of years.

 
The city is once again a centre
of knowledge and learning...

 
instead of a place
of ignorance and fear.

 
- Good day, Queen Kida.
- Good day and be careful.

 
My father thought it better
to hide the crystal...

 
rather than risk
the misuse of its power.

 
As queen, I can only hope
I am doing the right thing.

 
How fitting. The old king
need never shed tears again.

 
Obby. Obby. All-All right. Come on.
Show a little respect here.

 
I never thought the rebuilding
of Atlantis would move so quickly.

 
I think we only understand a fraction
of what the crystal can teach us.

 
Well, I know that none of it
would be possible without you.

 
Okay, one rock.

 
You know, you're getting
to look like one chubby lava dog.

 
What is it, Obby?
What is wrong?

 
Queen Kida.

 
There are intruders
approaching the city.

 
Oh, my God.

 
This way, quick.

 
They're coming through the lava tubes.
Where is the patrol captain?
I want them met with fliers.

 
Wait. They're not intruders.
They're friends.

 
Oh, it is beautiful.

 
Yeah. It's amazing what
a little paint and spackle will do.

 
Audrey, what are you guys
doing here?

 
Just making sure you aren't
making a mess of things down here.

 
- Come here.
- Hey.

 
Ah, two for flinching.

 
Why, thank you.
I hope my hay fever doesn't kick up.

 
Hello.

 
- So, who wants to show me
around the city?
- Oh, let me.

 
- I will do it.
- No, I saw her first.
- No, no.

 
- Me, me.
- Me, me.
- Boys, boys, you're both pretty.

 
We'll all go.

 
Mesdemoiselles.

 
Jeez, I missed you guys.
But why are you here?

 
- Is Mr Whitmore okay?
- Why don't you ask him yourself?

 
- Milo.
- Mr Whitmore!

 
Not only am I okay, but this crystal of
yours makes me feel    years younger.

 
Of course, that still
leaves me pretty old.

 
And this must be Princess Kida, although
I guess it would be Queen Kida now.

 
And you must be Mr Whitmore.

 
Thank you. You brought Milo to me
and made all this possible.

 
Come. Let us go inside where
you can have something to eat.

 
I guess your decision to stay here
wasn't as hard as I thought.

 
Save my life!

 
-You must try some of this.
-Delicious.
-N-Now, it's great to see you all again.
- Magnifique.

 
- Trust me, this is great.
- Hm, not bad.

 
Pepper sauce.
Never leave home without it.

 
Puts a little giddy-up
in every meal.

 
Also makes a fine paint remover.

 
Uh, Sweet, I think
this food just moved.

 
Then you better eat it quick
before it gets away.

 
Besides, when it's alive,
you don't have to swallow so hard.

 
Just point them head first
so they know which way to crawl.

 
Your grandfather would
be proud of you, Milo.

 
You not only discovered
a lost empire...

 
you probably saved the world
from Rourke's plans for the crystal.

 
And now you're helping
restore Atlantis to its former glory.

 
That's quite a résumé
for a cartographer.

 
I just wish he could be here
to see all this...

 
and to meet Kida.

 
Uh, yeah, well, it's great to see
everybody together again...

 
but something tells me
it's not just for a little reunion.

 
Uh, I'm afraid you're right.
There's trouble on the surface.

 
I already had my doctor, digger,
demolition expert, mechanic.

 
Each the top of their field.

 
But I came here for the one
expert I didn't have...

 
an expert on Atlantis.

 
- But why would you need a...
- Several cargo ships have gone down
in the north Atlantic.

 
The survivors say
it was a sea monster.

 
We thought it might be
the watchdog at your front door.

 
- The leviathan?
- Right. That's one big sea monster.

 
In the water,
that's the last thing you wanna see.

 
Except maybe
my Aunt Rose in a swimsuit.

 
Sweet woman, but very large-boned.

 
I'm glad it knew
we were friends this time.

 
But there could be others out there.

 
My father had many
such machines created.

 
He used the magic
and science of the crystal
to expand the borders of Atlantis.

 
That war nearly destroyed the world.

 
Well, it looks like
his war may not be over.

 
Then Milo and I will go with you
to the surface and end it.

 
Kida, you can't.
l-I mean, you're the queen.

 
The city repairs are well under way.

 
The counsellors can handle
the everyday matters.

 
And I... I feel responsible
for what my father did.

 
I want to understand his decision...

 
and I am afraid the answers
are not in Atlantis.

 
I feel bad.
You finally get to the surface...

 
and it's so cloudy,
there's nothing to see.

 
Everything in your world is new to me.

 
The sky, the clouds,
everything on the ship.

 
- What is this?
- That's a life preserver.

 
So you wear it and it
preserves your life, like our crystals?

 
No, no. You throw it
to someone in the water.

 
Oh, so it is a game?

 
No. You only throw it
if someone is drowning.

 
Does that not make it hard
for them to play the game?

 
Two weeks we crisscross
the North Sea and get nothing.

 
No squids, no jellyfish
and no lobster from Atlantis.

 
We have to be sure, Vinny.

 
What if raising the crystal
brought this leviathan to life?

 
This could all be
the fault of Atlantis.

 
I'd worry more about how
we fight it than who's to blame.

 
Last time we shot at the leviathan,
these things didn't even tickle it.

 
Eh, Audrey, if you keep
hitting that thing...

 
we're gonna be "tickled"
all over these walls.

 
Yeah, yeah.
Like I don't know that.

 
Well, careful. Doc Sweet's
not here to glue us back together.

 
This time it's my special blend.

 
I start with a batter
of gelatinous nitroglycerine...

 
dribble it on a shaped charge of TNT...

 
and top it with just
a dusting of black powder...

 
and oregano.

 
You can't make a bomb
without oregano.

 
It makes a very nice "boom."

 
Let the lobster chew on that.

 
Y-You know, I really don't
think it is a leviathan.

 
The survivor called it the Kraken...

 
a legendary Norwegian sea monster
with arms a quarter mile long.

 
Nothing like what we saw in Atlantis.

 
But Atlantean inventors always base
their designs on real animals,
like the giant squid.

 
It may not be a leviathan, but it could
still be an Atlantean war machine.

 
She's right.
No creature of flesh and blood...

 
can bring down a steel cargo ship.

 
Something's got the ship!

 
It's ripping open the launch doors.

 
My cheese!

 
You can have it.

 
Get to the sub pods. Vinny, we're
gonna need that thing out of the way.

 
Coming up, extra oregano.

 
Launch when ready.

 
Next time, chilli powder.

 
Uh-oh.
That doesn't sound good.

 
It's pulling them down
on the starboard side.

 
Where's Milo and Kida?
I didn't see them launch.

 
Milo, are you there? Kida?

 
Come on, come on.
Back-up batteries.

 
Time to back-up.

 
- ...thing off my back
while I look for Milo.
- This is Milo.

 
We're on back-up batteries,
sinking fast, no propulsion.

 
- We have a major leak...
- Leaks.

 
Leaks. And the view port is cracking.

 
If the ballast valves aren't blocked,
you can flush the water by rerouting
the pressure tubes and...

 
Audrey, we are up
to our rear ends in water.

 
It's no time for how-to books.

 
Okay, okay. We're coming.

 
-Jeez.
- Well, you'd better hurry 'cause...

 
we're about to hit
an undersea mountain.

 
That is not a mountain.

 
- Audrey!
- Got you covered, Milo.

 
- Watch your right dive plane.
- No problem.

 
- Uh, where's the Kraken?
- It has disappeared.

 
At least it was not Atlantean.

 
Somehow, that doesn't
make me feel any safer.

 
The creature buckled
hull plates fore and aft.

 
We'll be lucky to get
to the port for repairs.

 
- I'll send a launch for you.
- Don't worry about us, Captain.

 
Just take care of the Atlantean.

 
There's a fishing village
to the northeast. We'll be there
when you finish repairs.

 
Whoa. That's your sub pod.
That's not coming out of my pay cheque.

 
Okay, let's get to shore
as soon as we can.

 
What's the matter, Vinny, afraid to play
patty-cake with the sea monster, ooh?

 
No. I don't mind
a little patty-cake...

 
but I really don't wanna be here when
the bombs on that sub pod hit bottom.

 
I guess fishing hasn't
been too good lately, huh?

 
That is not surprising.
No doubt that tentacled demon...

 
devoured the local
fish stocks long ago.

 
- Then why is it still here?
- Because it doesn't eat fish any more.

 
Maybe that's why they built
the village on the cliffs.

 
You don't want that thing
showing up for dinner.

 
- Not real friendly, are they?
- Ew, what is that smell?
It's like rotting fish.

 
Why do you accuse such a thing?
I have bathed. Recently.

 
Hmph. No appreciation
for fine cologne.

 
Easy, Mole.
She's upwind of you.

 
I'd say it's more likely
we're smelling all this mildew.

 
Everything is wet from the fog.

 
But you do need a bath.

 
Look at that.

 
Interesting way of attracting tourists.

 
Milo, we got company.

 
I am Edgar Volgud,
the magistrate of this town.

 
- What is your business here?
- Nice to meet you.

 
- My name is Milo Thatch.
- I doubt there is anything in
Krakenstadt that concerns you.

 
And what about your town pet
that nearly sank our ship?

 
Your ship will be repaired
at the shipyards of Tronheim.

 
You should leave soon.
The roads are treacherous after dark.

 
I'm sure they can
start repairs without us.

 
We thought we'd stick around
a while and enjoy the scenery.

 
- Tronheim has excellent views.
- All the same, we'll stay.

 
Miss Allyson is the innkeeper here.

 
She'll give you
rooms for the night.

 
A driver will take you
to Tronheim tomorrow.

 
I've seen that fellow
before someplace...

 
I think under a rock.
Reminds me of a leech, a worm.

 
A kind of, uh, salamanderish...

 
Obby, no!

 
- He was born in molten rock.
- Wasn't Volgud that statue guy?

 
That would make him
even older than he looks...

 
which I gotta say
is pretty darn old.

 
They say he made a deal
with the devil to live forever...

 
but forgot to ask
for eternal youth.

 
This will drive the fog
from your bones.

 
- Thank you.
- Merci, mademoiselle.

 
Thank you, Miss Allyson?

 
Inger. There is a darkness
around Edgar Volgud...

 
and that shadow has dimmed
all that was happy here.

 
We would leave,
but this inn is all we have.

 
It is no place for me
to raise my little one.

 
Things will not change here
until its power is broken.

 
- Its? You mean Volgud's?
- Or the sea monster's?

 
I will prepare
rooms for you.

 
But do not cross
Edgar Volgud...

 
and leave as soon as you can.

 
They gotta work
on their tourist industry.

 
Come on.
Just follow his lantern.

 
- Where is that coming from?
- What is it?

 
It is not of this Earth.

 
No. That's a bird.
A very big gooney bird.

 
Or a, uh, puffin...

 
with a very upset stomach.

 
Uh, no, it's voices.
I can't make out what they're...

 
- Where's Volgud?
- His light is gone.

 
We could be
walking in circles.

 
We'd better head back
to the village.

 
And which way
would that be?

 
Oh, over there. Head for the lights
before the fog closes in again.

 
Just a moment.
Listen to the gravel.

 
- Not now, Mole.
- But this is decomposed granite...

 
which would mean we are
headed for the cliff...

 
Audrey!

 
I'm okay.

 
For now.

 
- Be careful, Milo.
- I'm climbing down to you, Audrey.

 
- Stay where you are.
- Here I was, all set to take a walk.

 
Audrey, keep talking to me.

 
I said thank you very much
for leading us off a cliff.

 
Hey, I was heading
toward the village...

 
lights.

 
Uh, I guess there's more
going on here than sea monsters.

 
Oh, great.
Somebody's doin' hocus-pocus.

 
I hate hocus-pocus.

 
I... I can't reach.

 
- I'll have to jump.
- Uh, don't jump.

 
- I'll climb down.
- There's no room. I have to jump.

 
Audrey, I'm the team leader,
and I order you not to jump.

 
Oh, that's it!

 
- See?
- Audrey!

 
You see, you cannot
live without me.

 
Gather the possessions
of the strangers...

 
and burn them.

 
What's the matter, Volgud?
You think we've got fleas?

 
Gee. You seem surprised to see us.

 
Definitely worm or leech.
Salamanders are too cute.

 
We'd like to hear more about
Volgud's deal with the devil.

 
It is an old wives' story,
a folk tale, nothing more.

 
Inger, we want to help.

 
Lives have been taken at sea,
and I suspect in this town.

 
I would love to let my little one
play outside again.

 
Long ago,
the fish left the sea.

 
The town was in danger of dying.
A bargain was struck.

 
The souls of the people
for the life of the town.

 
- The Kraken?
- Sometimes known as the "devil fish."

 
The town is provided for,
but no one can leave.

 
And the sun
has not shone since.

 
Folklore or not, there is a connection
between the Kraken and this town.

 
Volgud hands out food
and supplies from somewhere.

 
Maybe a hidden cave?

 
I could search.
Would make a very nice boom.

 
Ha. The answer is
staring at you right in the face.

 
Regard.
How an igneous boulder...

 
has been futilely disguised
as sedimentary rock.

 
They might as well
paint a road sign.

 
They look exactly
the same to me.

 
Yeah, but you weren't
raised by naked mole rats.

 
That would explain so much.

 
This is all from
the sunken freighter.

 
There's Volgud.

 
- Volgud is controlling the Kraken.
- How?

 
-Table scraps
and a rolled-up newspaper?
-He's not using table scraps.

 
It's some sort
of mental power.

 
Look at the workers.
They look hypnotized.

 
I think he uses that power
to enslave the creature...

 
telling it what ships to attack.

 
If we can rattle Volgud's concentration,
he'll lose control over the Kraken.

 
Tickling will be good. Nobody can
concentrate when they're being tickled.

 
Or, uh, a bomb.
A bomb is a very good distraction.

 
Shh! Wait.
Where's Audrey?

 
Sacrebleu!

 
Get Audrey.
I'll distract him.

 
What? But he's unconscious.
It should go away.

 
Audrey!

 
Okay, now we try Plan B...
Plan Bomb.

 
No. Not at the creature.
At the ceiling.

 
How about picking the target
before I light the dynamite, huh?

 
Get to the sub pods. We have to
stop the Kraken from getting out.

 
Out of our way, barbarians!

 
Talk to me, Mole.
We got to find that cave exit.

 
Our best chance to trap
the Kraken is to seal him inside.

 
Audrey, you doing all right?

 
Yeah. Now.
Eww! It was creepy.

 
All cold and slimy. Everything
faded away like I was drowning.

 
Hey, pay attention!

 
It is too dark to see.
Fire the magnesium flares.

 
What are you doing?
We want to sneak up on...

 
Jiminy Christmas!
It's already out!

 
- Oh, stay clear of the tentacles.
- No kidding. I'm gonna take a shot.

 
It's no good.
I can't line up a decent shot.

 
We're on him.

 
Open wide.
It's chow time.

 
What are you waiting for?
Fire the...

 
Jeez!

 
Tell him to watch his aim.
He almost hit Aud... Look out!

 
Shoot at the squid, not us!

 
Vincent has gone mad!

 
- His mind is a blank.
- But Volgud...

 
It's not Volgud.
It's the Kraken.

 
Of course. The Kraken is
the one with the mind powers.

 
It is okay.
I have distracted him.

 
Watch out!
Monster on the move!

 
Oh. That was
really strange.

 
- I'm down to my last shot.
- As am I.

 
Head back to the beach.
We've got to get on dry land.

 
No.

 
Are you crazy?
You're heading right at it!

 
I will distract him again.

 
- Aah! I am blinded!
- It's Milo's sub pod.

 
It's got a full load of torpedoes.
We can blow them all at once.

 
Let's do it!

 
You know, I think Mr Squid was
a little bit hocus-pocus himself.

 
Oh, yeah, you won't find
the Kraken in any biology book.

 
The curse is lifted,
the fish are back...

 
and the mildew
has been scrubbed away.

 
So if something stinks now, uh...

 
What? Why you do this
with your hand?

 
It is the fish.

 
For      years, I have lived
with the same faces.

 
It is strange
to meet new people.

 
And each new person
has new thoughts, new ideas.

 
Your world has much to offer.

 
I hope one day my people, the people
of Atlantis, can offer as much.

 
Well, there's no reason they can't.

 
Your people can make a difference
to the world, like we did here.

 
Now that there's no Kraken, it's
left to people like Inger Allyson...

 
to raise their little ones in peace.

 
We can never
thank them enough.

 
Now you can grow
big and strong...

 
and someday be the most
important person in town.

 
Now give Mama a big hug.

 
Please tell me that's not the same stuff
you fed us on the way to Atlantis.

 
Bet your sweet eyes it is.
Now I told you...

 
it would keep and keep and keep.

 
And now it's yours
to eat and eat and eat.

 
That's right, Margie.
They showed me all around the city.

 
Yeah. It broke their hearts,
but I need my space.

 
Kemot was too clingy.

 
Careful, Mole. Obidalbedsugs aren't
used to such a variety in their diet.

 
It's only a few assorted silicates
I've been meaning to get rid of.

 
Oh. It's good
for the gums.

 
Hey, where's Kida?

 
It's even more beautiful
when the snow melts.

 
This time
there was no leviathan.

 
But how do we know there are not
other Atlantean weapons out there?

 
Uh, not looking
at the scenery, huh?

 
Maybe the crystal's
too powerful.

 
Maybe it should remain buried.

 
But your people,
they've regained so much.

 
Could you put them
in darkness again?

 
What are the chances of another
gas leak in a Chinese laundry?

 
So that's my last flower shop.

 
But I'm thinking about
buying a laundry.

 
So, I guess now that we know
there's no leviathan on the loose...

 
- Excuse me.
- you two will be heading
back home to Atlantis.

 
- Excuse me.
- It's a laundry-slash-fireworks...

 
But don't be in such a rush.
Take some time to see the world.

 
Plane fare is on me.

 
- That's very generous, Mr Whitmore.
- May I have your attention, please?

 
Hmm, that's better. It's Dr Sweet.

 
There's trouble in the Southwest.

 
Sam's a long-time
field agent of Mr Whitmore's.

 
He's best at digging up
hard-to-find objects.

 
Only this time,
I think something found him.

 
And you say he mentioned
killer coyotes in a sandstorm?

 
Mm, no, not exactly.

 
More like a sandstorm made up of killer
coyotes who were made up of sand.

 
And this is unusual
in your world?

 
Oh, yes.
More than a little bit.

 
But I do not understand
why you wanted me here.

 
Because of this.

 
Milo, it is Atlantean.

 
- Uh, where did you find this?
- You'll have to ask Sam.

 
- I can't tell if he's breathing.
- Eh, perhaps he is dead.

 
Oh, he's just sleeping.
After what he's been through,
I'm sure he can use the rest.

 
Hey. Aah! Get away,
you furry carcass rats!

 
It's all right, Mr McKeane.
You're safe now. Mr Whitmore sent us.

 
Oh, good old Preston.
Best man I ever scavenged for.

 
Er, say, young fella,
could you fluff up my pillow?

 
Now, uh, how about a sip of water?
My gullet's awful dry.

 
- Ohh! Ow! Ow! Ow!
- What's wrong?

 
Got a little sleepy
in the foot.

 
- Uh, would you mind givin' it a rub?
- Ewww!

 
And you say coyotes
did this to you?

 
No. 'Twernt
no ordinary coyotes.

 
These was cantankerous
sand coyotes.

 
'Twernt a lick of wind all day...

 
but I sure heard it howlin'
up on the mesas that night.

 
I thought I was loco when I saw them
dust devils materializing in moonlight.

 
Their red eyes like to burn
a hole right through my soul.

 
Came screamin' off that ridge
like a pack of ghosts.

 
I ran back to my shack
and bolted the door.

 
I figured I'd be safe
if I stayed inside. I was wrong.

 
Scratched me up
like a two-sizes-too-small
wool sweater on a hot afternoon.

 
Luckily, I had plenty of bacon grease
to rub all over my hide...

 
- to ease the chaffin'.
- Dinnertime.

 
Mr McKeane, what have we told you
about the bacon grease?

 
Works better than any
of your darn fool fix-'em-ups.

 
I stood a better chance
with them coyotes.

 
- Is he going to be all right?
- Oh, yes.

 
We're moving him to the hospital in
Scottsdale where he'll be their problem.

 
So where did you find this?

 
- In a pot.
- What pot?

 
- In the crate.
- What crate?

 
- In my shack.
- What shack?

 
Hmm. I'm not surprised
this is where he lives.

 
You saw the man eat, right?
Lives like he eats... sloppy.

 
Maid's day off, huh?

 
Quartz, uh, silicate,
mixed with local clay.

 
Mm, uh, slightly nutty to
the taste. Nothing unusual.

 
Sand isn't the only
thing here that's nutty.

 
Everything seems
to have been rubbed smooth.

 
Even the windows are etched.
From the sand?

 
McKeane said
they were sand coyotes.

 
I see lots of sand, no coyotes.
No paw prints either.

 
- Looks like the crate's...
- Missin'?

 
Dang blame it! I know just what
varmint done took it too.

 
It'd be that shifty-eyed, back-stabbin'
rattlesnake Ashton Carnaby.

 
He runs a tradin' post
outside of town. You best be careful.

 
He's slicker than
a sweaty toad in a rainstorm.

 
Let's look around
a little first.

 
We don't know for certain that
this Carnaby guy took Sam's crate.

 
No, Obby! Stay! Stay!

 
He's, uh, a Brazilian iguana.

 
Eats just about anything.
Trust me.

 
There are pieces here that
are hundreds of years old.

 
Oh, look, an antique.

 
How are people to use these things
if they're locked behind glass?

 
- It's for protection.
- I know what the spear is for.

 
But why is it
in a glass case?

 
No, the glass case
is for protection.

 
Wouldn't the spear be better
protection than a glass case?

 
Yes... No!

 
It's there to protect from someone
who might want to steal it.

 
Why would someone want
to steal a glass case?

 
Calcified limestone
more than    million years old...

 
from the Cenozoic Era.

 
Hydrated aluminium silicates
with basalt...

 
found primarily in the southern
Colorado River Basin.

 
Plastic! Bleeck!

 
Milo, it's just like
an Atlantean guardian.

 
Well, not exactly.

 
It's been modified
by Noshoni design.

 
Either way,
I am buying it.

 
Ho ho.
That's what I like to hear.

 
Because I want to sell it.
The name's Carnaby.

 
Now, that painting's
of Crystal Guardian...

 
who crawled from the earth
with weapons of blue fire.

 
He was a great teacher
and healer of the sick.

 
- Or so the legend goes.
- How much is it?

 
Well, that's
a museum-class piece.

 
I'll bet there's a museum-class
price to go with it too.

 
- It is rare, and I've had offers.
- Is this enough?

 
- Kida, that-that's a lot...
- Sold! One Crystal Guardian.

 
So, Mr Carnaby, where exactly
do you get all of your artefacts?

 
Well, uh, here and there.

 
But the older pieces are
   % authentic, I assure you.

 
- Oh, I don't doubt that.
- Well, we're looking for a crate...

 
that may have been taken
from Sam McKeane.

 
Who are you people?

 
We're associates of Sam McKeane,
and he's asked us to help
locate the missing crate.

 
Uh, can't help you.

 
McKeane has a tendency
to tell stories.

 
I think he gets lonely
out there in the desert.

 
So you don't know
anything about it?

 
If McKeane lost a crate of pottery,
that's not my problem.

 
What in the Red Rock
River Valley are you doin'?

 
Sampling the bowl.
It is very nice.

 
Would you like some?

 
Well, that could
have gone better.

 
Does it strike anybody
as odd that Carnaby knows
the missing crate contains pottery?

 
- Because I never mentioned
what was in it.
- You are right.

 
I don't trust that Carnaby.
Don't like him one bit.

 
Didn't like his attitude.
Didn't like his shifty little eyes.

 
Eyes are the windows
to the soul, you know?

 
How would you like to gaze
into the windows of my soul?

 
Hey, didn't we just
pass that guy?

 
Perhaps they are brothers?

 
Twice is a coincidence. But three times?
I think someone's trying
to tell us something.

 
Uh, hello.
Can we offer you a ride?

 
It's a long walk to anywhere.

 
My name is Chakashi.
And, yes, a ride would be welcome.

 
Oh, he's, uh, Brazilian.

 
I'm familiar with all
nature's creatures.

 
This one is also
known to me.

 
You wouldn't happen
to have a twin or two, would you?

 
There are many Noshoni men
who walk alone in the desert.

 
And we look all the same
to the eyes of outsiders.

 
Ah, Crystal Guardian,
our great teacher and protector.

 
He revealed many secrets
to the Noshoni.

 
The path of the stars, the time
to plant, how to heal themselves.

 
And like Crystal Guardian...

 
we will also protect our
sacred beliefs from outsiders.

 
Those who would plunder
our lands to betray our secrets...

 
will answer to the ancient
forces of the desert.

 
A sandstorm?
Where did that come from?

 
We are followed.

 
There are ancient powers that will
make certain our secrets are kept...

 
and you, more than anyone,
should understand this.

 
They're trying
to drive us off the road.

 
I just put in that windshield.

 
- He's gone!
- How? Where could he go?

 
People, we got bigger problems.
They're in here with us.

 
No. Dust doggies, go away!

 
Hmm. I'm not surprised
this is where he lives.

 
You saw the man eat, right?
Lives like he eats... sloppy.

 
Maid's day off, huh?

 
Quartz, uh, silicate,
mixed with local clay.

 
Mm, uh, slightly nutty to
the taste. Nothing unusual.

 
Sand isn't the only
thing here that's nutty.

 
Everything seems
to have been rubbed smooth.

 
Even the windows are etched.
From the sand?

 
McKeane said
they were sand coyotes.

 
I see lots of sand, no coyotes.
No paw prints either.

 
- Looks like the crate's...
- Missin'?

 
Dang blame it! I know just what
varmint done took it too.

 
It'd be that shifty-eyed, back-stabbin'
rattlesnake Ashton Carnaby.

 
He runs a tradin' post
outside of town. You best be careful.

 
He's slicker than
a sweaty toad in a rainstorm.

 
Let's look around
a little first.

 
We don't know for certain that
this Carnaby guy took Sam's crate.

 
No, Obby! Stay! Stay!

 
He's, uh, a Brazilian iguana.

 
Eats just about anything.
Trust me.

 
There are pieces here that
are hundreds of years old.

 
Oh, look, an antique.

 
How are people to use these things
if they're locked behind glass?

 
- It's for protection.
- I know what the spear is for.

 
But why is it
in a glass case?

 
No, the glass case
is for protection.

 
Wouldn't the spear be better
protection than a glass case?

 
Yes... No!

 
It's there to protect from someone
who might want to steal it.

 
Why would someone want
to steal a glass case?

 
Calcified limestone
more than    million years old...

 
from the Cenozoic Era.

 
Hydrated aluminium silicates
with basalt...

 
found primarily in the southern
Colorado River Basin.

 
Plastic! Bleeck!

 
Milo, it's just like
an Atlantean guardian.

 
Well, not exactly.

 
It's been modified
by Noshoni design.

 
Either way,
I am buying it.

 
Ho ho.
That's what I like to hear.

 
Because I want to sell it.
The name's Carnaby.

 
Now, that painting's
of Crystal Guardian...

 
who crawled from the earth
with weapons of blue fire.

 
He was a great teacher
and healer of the sick.

 
- Or so the legend goes.
- How much is it?

 
Well, that's
a museum-class piece.

 
I'll bet there's a museum-class
price to go with it too.

 
- It is rare, and I've had offers.
- Is this enough?

 
- Kida, that-that's a lot...
- Sold! One Crystal Guardian.

 
So, Mr Carnaby, where exactly
do you get all of your artefacts?

 
Well, uh, here and there.

 
But the older pieces are
   % authentic, I assure you.

 
- Oh, I don't doubt that.
- Well, we're looking for a crate...

 
that may have been taken
from Sam McKeane.

 
Who are you people?

 
We're associates of Sam McKeane,
and he's asked us to help
locate the missing crate.

 
Uh, can't help you.

 
McKeane has a tendency
to tell stories.

 
I think he gets lonely
out there in the desert.

 
So you don't know
anything about it?

 
If McKeane lost a crate of pottery,
that's not my problem.

 
What in the Red Rock
River Valley are you doin'?

 
Sampling the bowl.
It is very nice.

 
Would you like some?

 
Well, that could
have gone better.

 
Does it strike anybody
as odd that Carnaby knows
the missing crate contains pottery?

 
- Because I never mentioned
what was in it.
- You are right.

 
I don't trust that Carnaby.
Don't like him one bit.

 
Didn't like his attitude.
Didn't like his shifty little eyes.

 
Eyes are the windows
to the soul, you know?

 
How would you like to gaze
into the windows of my soul?

 
Hey, didn't we just
pass that guy?

 
Perhaps they are brothers?

 
Twice is a coincidence. But three times?
I think someone's trying
to tell us something.

 
Uh, hello.
Can we offer you a ride?

 
It's a long walk to anywhere.

 
My name is Chakashi.
And, yes, a ride would be welcome.

 
Oh, he's, uh, Brazilian.

 
I'm familiar with all
nature's creatures.

 
This one is also
known to me.

 
You wouldn't happen
to have a twin or two, would you?

 
There are many Noshoni men
who walk alone in the desert.

 
And we look all the same
to the eyes of outsiders.

 
Ah, Crystal Guardian,
our great teacher and protector.

 
He revealed many secrets
to the Noshoni.

 
The path of the stars, the time
to plant, how to heal themselves.

 
And like Crystal Guardian...

 
we will also protect our
sacred beliefs from outsiders.

 
Those who would plunder
our lands to betray our secrets...

 
will answer to the ancient
forces of the desert.

 
A sandstorm?
Where did that come from?

 
We are followed.

 
There are ancient powers that will
make certain our secrets are kept...

 
and you, more than anyone,
should understand this.

 
They're trying
to drive us off the road.

 
I just put in that windshield.

 
- He's gone!
- How? Where could he go?

 
People, we got bigger problems.
They're in here with us.

 
No. Dust doggies, go away!

 
Ohh! This is just great!

 
The intake's got a thirty-torque
tolerance that's been blown...

 
and the combustion valves
need a new ring slip!

 
- I didn't quite get all that.
- I build these engines from scratch.

 
I fend off lava dogs
who eat the distributor caps.

 
And nobody told me I would
have to deal with dust storm coyotes.

 
If they got sand
in the manifold, I quit!

 
- Did you get it all that time?
- Every word.

 
- We have returned.
- We are back at the trading post.

 
Chakashi said there were
ancient forces at work.

 
Uh, make a note
to stay on their good side.

 
Better yet, no more
picking up hitchhikers.

 
Hey, uh, I told
you people to leave.

 
- We have a couple of questions.
- I've already answered your questions.

 
Pet iguana. Eats anything...
meaning you might be on the menu.

 
How do you know that
the missing crate contains pottery?

 
Uh, I don't.
Uh, l, uh...

 
And what do you know about
an old man who calls himself Chakashi?

 
I know I got a shelf full
of painted rocks of him inside.

 
Of course. Chakashi.

 
- The Noshoni wind spirit.
- We gave a ride to a spirit?

 
You can't really believe
in that superstition.

 
Well, we were just attacked by a pack
of phantom coyotes in a sandstorm.

 
The same restless spirits
that came after Sam McKeane.

 
And whoever has
that crate of pottery.

 
Save it.
I'm not superstitious.

 
Oh, I smell old pottery.

 
- You had the crate all along.
- Voilà!

 
It's rubbed smooth.Just like
the inside of McKeane's shack.

 
- Well, there's no way
you could prove it.
- Sandstone, heavy red oxides, basalt...

 
encrusted with the same silicate
found in McKeane's shack.

 
Well, so what?
McKeane found it in the desert...

 
and then while he was in the hospital,
I found it in his shack.

 
That is called stealing.

 
That's called commerce, honey.

 
Besides, McKeane's the only one
who knows the location
of where the pot came from.

 
Judging from the high
alkaline content...

 
I would say it came from a cave
on the south face of the Mogollon Rim...

 
fifteen miles north of here.

 
Mm-hmm. He's good.
Dirty, but good.

 
Well, you know, maybe I didn't
take things seriously enough.

 
There are a lot of old tales and
mysteries out here in the desert...

 
and the coyotes you encountered
are a good example.

 
I thought you didn't believe.

 
Well, I sure don't want
to end up like McKeane.

 
So maybe if the pot's returned,
that'll settle these restless spirits.

 
l, Gaetan Moliere,
have done it.

 
I have found
the subterranean gateway...

 
that is the very threshold
to the unknown!

 
- Ah. It's just a hole.
- A hole? Blaah!

 
Look at the lines in the basalt.

 
The beauty of the erosion.
The poetry of the clay.

 
- This is not a hole. It is a tunnel.
- Huh.

 
I don't care what you call it.
Just tell me it's big enough to hide in.
'Cause we got company!

 
Inside! Quick!

 
I will save us!

 
Milo.

 
Holy cats!

 
None of this should exist.
Not in the same place.

 
It's a blending of every culture
from Idaho to Peru.

 
Noshoni, Aztec,
Mayan, Olmec.

 
My people were here.

 
Ohh! Crystal Guardian
was an Atlantean.

 
His teaching influenced
all these cultures.

 
A little bit of Atlantis
goes a long way.

 
Carnaby, that old pot can fit
on any of those ledges. Carnaby?

 
- What is that?
- Sorry. It was me.

 
Hold on.
That was not me!

 
- Carnaby!
- Oh, about the pot.

 
It looks like I'm going to be keeping it
along with everything else in here.

 
That home-made prairie grass
mixture makes a good sleeping gas...

 
wouldn't you agree?

 
Carnaby, you snake!

 
Naturally, I can't let you go free
to tell the world about my discovery.

 
I mean, where's the profit in that?

 
What? Carnaby!

 
Nice nap? Hope the rocks
weren't too uncomfortable.

 
Oh, no. This particular aggregate
is very nice. One of my favourites.

 
- You will not get away with this.
- Mm, let's see.

 
I trap you and your friends
in this cave...

 
and then I take
all the treasure for myself...

 
but I think I'll
get away with it.

 
I knew there was something shifty
about you. Didn't I say so?

 
I said, "I don't trust that Carnaby.
Don't like him one bit.

 
Don't like this attitude.
Don't like his shifty little eyes."

 
And don't forget.
The eyes are the windows to the soul.

 
Mm-hmm. That's right.
I said that too.

 
Well, you and your friends
will have a long time...

 
to discuss how you feel about me
while I'm gettin' rich.

 
We have found evidence
of my people here.

 
We cannot let him destroy it.

 
Mr Carnaby, obviously we've had
some sort of miscommunication here.

 
I don't see any reason why
we can't work something out.

 
Save your breath, junior.
You're gonna need it.

 
Happy trails.

 
It's no use.

 
If there was only some way
to cut these ropes.

 
- Obby!
- Obby, come on, boy. Wake up.

 
Wake up!

 
That's it. Okay.
Enough!

 
No! No! Get the ropes!
The ropes!

 
- Good boy.
- No! Take care of the dynamite first!

 
Oh, uh, yeah, yeah.
Right, right.

 
Kida!

 
You've managed to be more
trouble than I expected.

 
I'll just take
care of you myself... Ohh!

 
Oh, now you done it.
Gone and made us mad.

 
- Uh, what is this?
- Retribution.

 
Anyone out here
got a doggy bone?

 
- What happened to Carnaby?
- He is with us now.

 
You seem like good people.
I'm sorry.

 
The secrets of the ancient
ancestors must remain a secret.

 
You will not be
allowed to leave.

 
Chakashi, we also
carry a great secret.

 
Thus, we can keep yours as well.

 
What is this secret?

 
Prove to me that it is as great
as what you see around you.

 
- We can't.
- Very well.

 
You have decided your fate.

 
If you had
told me your secret...

 
I would have known
I couldn't trust you with mine.

 
- Hmph. It was a trick question.
- Must be the coyote in me.

 
Kida of Atlantis,
you and I are not so different.

 
Your people touched the corners
of the globe, teaching and healing.

 
- Doing great good.
- But they also did great harm...

 
almost destroying the world
and themselves.

 
My father feared the temptation
to abuse our power would be too great.

 
So he hid it away.

 
The secret you carry
is neither good nor bad.

 
A strong leader must have the wisdom
to know when to share that knowledge.

 
It would be wonderful if my people
did not need to remain hidden...

 
to have them walk
the surface of the world again.

 
It is your choice.

 
Whoa!
That was impressive.

 
I would have been
more impressed if Chakashi
had dropped us off on the ground.

 
But I guess you had your share
of weird weather in the southwest.

 
It was okay. Except for how
I keep finding sand everywhere.

 
I could go for some warm weather
about now. Maybe get a tan.

 
- Sorry I missed it.
- Oh, no, you are not.

 
There were dust doggies everywhere.
But I did find this very tasty bowl.

 
Well, Mr Whitmore, Kida and I
had better be going because...

 
Atlantis is waiting.

 
- I know.Just as well.
- What?

 
- Ah, we had break-in last night.
- Are you okay?

 
Yes, I'm fine. But it burns me that
someone could waltz right in here...

 
and steal something right off my wall...
an ancient Norwegian spear.

 
Kind of a fancy
old letter opener.

 
What you needed was
a glass case to protect it.

 
He must have come
in the middle of the night.

 
By the tracks I found, he had
some kind of dog with him.

 
The real strange thing is, near as I can
tell, there's no sign of forced entry.

 
Whoever it was knew exactly what they
were looking for and helped themselves.

 
With this Spear of Destiny...

 
shall l, Odin,
king of the northern gods...

 
end this world.

 
Why would someone
take an old spear...

 
when there's
so much other junk around?

 
Don't get me wrong.
It's, uh, all good junk.

 
I'm more interested in these
scorch marks on the floor.

 
Like lightning struck here.

 
Obby!

 
It cannot be the lightning.

 
See for yourself.
There's no hole in the roof.

 
No black powder.
Not explosives.

 
Fire did not fall from the sky
in Atlantis like it does here.

 
- I do not like it.
- Yeah, me neither. Mr Whitmore...

 
I'm thinking that wasn't
any ordinary spear, was it?

 
Do I own anything
that's ordinary?

 
Regardless, I do have
a good idea who took it.

 
The man's name
is Erik Hellstrom.

 
Son of a gun was a fierce
competitor of mine.

 
Built a shipping empire
with cruise liners.

 
When he bought the biggest
dang castle in the old country...

 
and named it Asgard...

 
the press dubbed him
"The Modern Odin."

 
Yeah, he liked being treated
as a god, and he lived like one...

 
until the stock market crash
sank his company.

 
He lost his money, his power
and, I think, his mind.

 
Hadn't heard from him
till he phoned last week...

 
desperately trying to convince me
to sell the spear to him.

 
Raving about Ragnarok.

 
What is Ragnarok?

 
Doomsday in the old Norse myths.

 
But why did Mr Hellstrom
want the spear?

 
Seems to me I remember something
about a spear in the Shepherd's Journal.

 
- I found it. Gunokneer.
- Gesundheit.

 
No, no. Gunokneer was the name
of an Atlantean spear.

 
The spear Hellstrom
stole from Whitmore was
the same spear... an Atlantean spear.

 
Weapons of Atlantis
contain untold power.

 
If the myths are right,
that's an understatement.

 
At Ragnarok,
the final night of the world...

 
Odin will use the spear to summon
the forces of chaos and destruction.

 
He's going to use the spear
to bring about Ragnarok.

 
- Armageddon.
-Judgement Day.
- The end of the world.

 
The end of Atlantis.
Of everything.

 
- My father foresaw this.
- Your father was trying
to save his empire, Kida.

 
This guy's just frosted
'cause he's in the poor house.

 
F-F-Frosted.

 
It-It's Iceland, you see?

 
So if Hellstrom
is going to be stopped...

 
it looks like
you're going to Iceland.

 
Why can't Ragnarok be in Miami?
You know, a nice, warm place.

 
I'm never gonna get a tan.

 
- Kida?
- Milo...

 
my father knew the power of Atlantis
would be abused like this.

 
As king, it was his responsibility
to do as he saw fit.

 
Perhaps it is the same
with Hellstrom.

 
Yeah, but Hellstrom
gave himself this crown...

 
and he isn't
trying to save anybody.

 
And that's
a big difference.

 
We ought to be nearing Iceland.
And that name ain't just for show.

 
With any luck,
this weather will lighten up.

 
We should not be flying
in such a storm.

 
We'll crash.
We are too high above the dirt.

 
You know, the weather hasn't let up
since Hellstrom stole that spear.

 
- I wonder if...
- Coincidence, Milo.

 
Take over, Vinny.

 
I mean, come on.
The old gods affecting the weather?

 
Well, there was that Indian wind god,
spirit, whatever, Kraken.

 
Yeah, the Kraken might have
been a god. Maybe not.

 
Oh, Vinny!

 
And that big Atlantis crystal...

 
that was kind of like a god.

 
All I'm saying, we see
a lot of strange stuff.

 
I'm, uh, just being
open-minded.

 
Well, you let go
of my plane that way...

 
and I'll toss your open mind
right into that soup.

 
But we are over land now.
Good solid land. Yes.

 
Relax, Mole. We've been
over Iceland for minutes.

 
The land's as solid as...

 
Uh, you're gonna want
to take a look at this.

 
Hellstrom's castle?
What did you call it?

 
Asgard. Home of the gods.

 
This is the power of the spear.

 
That's what I call
"home improvement."

 
- Look out! We'll crash! We'll crash!
- Relax.

 
We're not going to crash
into any mountain.

 
Unless it stands up.

 
You missed us.

 
That thing
could have been a god.

 
Buckle up!
We're going down!

 
Piece of cake.

 
Oh, my beautiful land.

 
- Mm! My lips!
- I am sorry for your
flying machine, Audrey.

 
Easy come, easy go.

 
Uh, oh, look at the bright side.
Uh, w-we're alive.

 
But we're not exactly
getting a warm welcome.

 
Maybe I'll give him a present.

 
Oh, great.
More hocus-pocus.

 
I bid you welcome...

 
to the Hall of Odin.

 
Uh, listen, Mr Hellstrom,
you've caught some bad breaks...

 
but there's no reason
to take it out on the world.

 
- I know you.
- It's the spear.

 
Its power is one of destruction.
It will destroy you, uh, all of us.

 
Ha! I know you.
You're the trickster... Loki.

 
- You seek the power of my spear.
- No.

 
You'll not trick me.

 
Stop, Mr Hellstrom.
Mm, my lord, Odin.

 
I know the power
of your spear.

 
The same power
almost destroyed my father.

 
Father?

 
Of course. Brunhilde, my daughter.
My Valkyrie.

 
You've come to rule
the new world at my side.

 
No. I am not your daughter...

 
but I do care about you.

 
Kida!

 
Neither man nor god
will stop Ragnarok.

 
I cast thee out of Asgard...

 
to your doom.

 
- Do not drop me.
- You could lay off the eclairs,
you know.

 
I cannot help it.
It's the creme filling.

 
- Mole, we need you up here.
- Go away. I am praying.

 
Mole, we got one chance.
We need you to dig.

 
- Mole stays.
- Mole!

 
Oh, fine. I will come.

 
It is always Mole
that must save the day.

 
Hey, watch it.
Don't make me sorry I saved you.

 
A good thing that you are not
any skinnier, Milo.

 
Perhaps you should eat
more eclairs.

 
Get on with it.

 
You know, I'm not used
to this going up.

 
As a digger, I dig down,
deep into the earth.

 
See, of course you may have noticed
I am rather afraid of heights and...

 
Dig!

 
You see?
You are a warrior born...

 
my Brunhilde, my daughter.

 
I am not your daughter.

 
I am Kiyadacash,
queen of Atlantis.

 
What have you done
with my friends?

 
I cast them out, Brunhilde,
into the abyss below.

 
No!

 
It could not be helped.

 
We must go, daughter. The chaos lord
of fire must be awoken before sundown.

 
Today must be Ragnarok.

 
Yes. Let us leave. Quickly.

 
What do you see?

 
He's using the spear
to carry them to the volcano.

 
- What else is out there?
- His hundred-foot bodyguard.

 
And I see our only way out...
this big wooden door.

 
If we can find a way
to open it...

 
Just call me the doorman.

 
So we can get out,
but we still can't go anywhere.

 
Heh. We are trapped.

 
What are we to do, ride this door
down the stairs like a ski jump?

 
Oh, no. No, no, no. No!

 
Whoa! I believe that
we should all lean. Whoa!

 
Move over, Mole.
I'll pilot this thing.

 
- Move over where?
- Everybody lean left.

 
Mole, your other left.

 
Roadblock!

 
Pull me up!

 
No, Milo.
We could use you like a rudder.

 
Yeah, he's gonna have a limp
after that one.

 
Hellstrom,
you must listen to me.

 
- My father...
- Yes?

 
No. My real father.

 
He hid away this power so it
could not be used for destruction.

 
It was to be used for love,
for life, for all that is good.

 
Hellstrom, stop this madness.
I beg you.

 
Use this power
to heal the world.

 
Brunhilde, that's exactly
what I intend to do.

 
l, alone, am destined
to remake it and rule over it anew.

 
To begin again,
I must destroy what is.

 
No. You cannot.

 
Kida!

 
You'll not stop me, Loki.

 
Lo! Ragnarok!

 
Say your goodbyes
to this world...

 
and herald in
my new order.

 
Even at the end, the forces of darkness
would thwart the king of the gods.

 
You're not the king of anything,
Hellstrom.

 
You're a boat builder.

 
Shoo, birds. Shoo.

 
No!

 
There now.
Ragnarok approaches.

 
It is l, Odin,
who shall stand triumphant.

 
You really think
you're still in charge?

 
Those two are done
taking orders.

 
And the fire lord
will set the sky ablaze.

 
And the earth will become as ice
as a new age dawns.

 
So, Milo, you got a plan?

 
Eh, just thought I'd ask.

 
Wait a second.
l-I do have a plan.

 
Now a little heat.

 
- It's working.
- Oh, now they're ticked.

 
- The spear!
- I will get it!

 
- Vinny, we need another bomb.
- I'm fresh out.

 
- Kida!
- I'm all right, Milo.

 
My Asgard! My kingdom! No!

 
Give him a while.
Let him mourn his kingdom.

 
Then we'll get him to a hospital
where maybe he can be helped.

 
And as for that thing, I'm thinking
you should put it in a safe. Like now.

 
Maybe with some chains,
and locks... big ones.

 
I have a better place
for this spear.

 
I learned many things
from your world.

 
Most of all, I think
I now know my father better.

 
My father was only protecting us
and the world above...

 
when he hid
the heart of Atlantis.

 
I understand that now.

 
Uh, Kida, you can't hide
the crystal again. I mean, it would...

 
Oh. Sorry.
Sort of ruining the moment there.

 
- But...
- But my father was wrong.

 
He thought mankind
would use the power
of the crystal for destruction.

 
But look around you. The Heart of
Atlantis has let us rebuild our city.

 
And I saw how the knowledge of Atlantis
touched a tribe of surface people...

 
and made them
great healers and teachers.

 
The brightest light is worth nothing
if hidden in a cave.

 
I do not want
the legacy of Atlantis...

 
to be the destruction
of its civilization.

 
Let us share our light
with the world.

 
Huh?

 
What is that light, Queen Kida?
Is it a crystal?

 
No, child.

 
It is the sun.

 
I think I swallowed my gum.

 
The world was never the same
after that day.

 
It was much, much better.