Atlantis: Milo's Return Page #3

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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.

Ooh! 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!

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.

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...

What? Why you do this with your hand?

It is the fish.

For 8,000 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.

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.

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?

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?

Mmm, 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.

Where did you find this?

You'll have to ask Sam.

I can't tell if he's breathing.

Perhaps he is dead.

Oh, he's just sleeping.

After what he's been through,

I'm sure he can use the rest.

Hey. 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.

Say, young fella,

could you fluff up my pillow?

Ah!

Now how about a sip of water?

My gullet's awful dry.

- What's wrong?

- Got a little sleepy in the foot.

Would you mind givin' it a rub?

Ew!

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 chafin'.

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?

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, silicate, mixed with local clay.

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!

- Oh!

He's 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.

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