Atlantis: The Lost Empire Page #2

Like you did today?

Yes! Well, no.

How did you...

Forget about them,

OK? Never mind!

I will find Atlantis

on my own.

I mean, if I have

to rent a rowboat!

Congratulations, Milo.

This is exactly

what I wanted to hear.

But forget the rowboat, son.

We'll travel in style.

It's all been arranged,

the whole ball of wax.

Why?

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]

[Sighs]

Your grandpa was a great man.

You probably don't

realize how great.

Those buffoons at the museum

dragged him down...

made a laughingstock 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.

But, Mr. Whitmore, you know,

in order to do...

what you're proposing,

you're gonna need a crew.

Taken care of!

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.

They're the same crew that

brought the Journal back.

Where was it?

WHITMORE:
Iceland.

I knew it!

I knew it!

All we need now is

an expert in gibberish.

So it's decision time.

You can build on the foundation

your grandfather left you...

or you can go back

to your boiler room.

- This is for real.

- Now you're catching on.

All right. OK. L-l-I'll

have to quit my job.

It's done.

You resigned this afternoon.

MILO:
I did?

WHITMORE:
Yep.

Don't like

to leave loose ends.

Um, my apartment.

I have to give notice.

- Taken care of.

- My clothes?

- Packed.

- My books?

- In storage.

- My cat?

[Meow]

My gosh.

Your granddad had a saying.

"Our lives are remembered...

by the gifts

we leave our children."

This journal

is his gift to you, Milo.

Atlantis is waiting.

What do you say?

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's horn blows]

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...

ha ha, we are

all very amused.

Excuse me?

I need to, uh, report in?

Yes, Mr. Thatch?

Aah!

Uh, it's you!

Blondie, I got a bone

to pick with you.

Hold that thought.

What is it this time, 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?

And what is this?

That would be lettuce.

Lettuce? Lettuce?!

It's a vegetable, Cookie.

The men need

the four basic food groups.

I got your

four basic food groups!

Beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard!

[Warning alarm sounds]

All right, cowboy.

Pack it up and move it out.

PACKARD:
Attention.

All hands to the launch bay.

Final loading in progress.

[Elevator starts]

VINNY:
[Italian accent]

Hey, Junior.

If you're lookin'

for the pony rides...

they're back there.

Excuse me.

Excuse me?

You dropped

your dy-dy-dy-dynamite.

Heh heh heh.

What else have you,

uh, got in there?

Oh, eh, gunpowder,

nitroglycerin, notepads...

fuses, wicks, glue, and...

paper clips.

Big ones.

You know, just,

uh, office supplies.

Milo! Where you been?

I want you to meet

Commander Rourke.

He led the Iceland team

that brought the Journal back.

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.

Pretty impressive, eh?

Boy, when you settle a bet,

y-you settle a bet.

Well, your granddad

always believed...

you couldn't put a price

on the pursuit of knowledge.

Well, uh, believe me

this'll be small change...

compared to the value

of what we're gonna...

learn on this trip.

Yes, this should be

enriching for all of us.

PACKARD:
Attention,

all personnel.

Launch will commence

in 15 minutes.

- Mr. Whitmore.

- Rourke.

ROURKE:

It's time.

- Bye, Mr. Whitmore!

- Make us proud, boy!

DIVING OFFICER:

Rig ship for dive!

CHIEF OF THE WATCH:

Aye, sir! Rig ship for dive.

Lieutenant, take her down.

Diving officer,

submerge the ship.

Make the depth 1-5-0 feet.

DIVING OFFICER:

Make the depth 1-5-0 feet.

INTERCOM:
Dive, dive!

Five degrees down bubble.

DIVING OFFICER:

Take us down.

[Warning alarm buzzes]

PACKARD:
Attention.

Tonight's supper

will be baked beans.

Musical program to follow.

[Sighs]

PACKARD:
Who wrote this?

Aah!

You have disturbed the dirt.

- Uh, pardon me?

- You have disturbed the dirt!

Dirt from around the globe,

spanning the centuries!

[Gasps] What have you done?

England must never

merge with France!

- What's it doin' in my bed?

- You ask too many questions.

Who are you?

Who sent you? Speak up!

- Me? I'm, uh...

- Bah! I will know soon enough.

Hey, hey, hey!

Let go!

Do not be such a crybaby.

Hold still.

Aha! There you are.

Now tell me your story,

my little friend.

Parchment fiber from

the Nile circa 500 B. C.

Lead pencil, number 2.

Paint flecks...

of a type used

in government buildings.

You have a cat,

short-haired Persian...

two years old,

third in a litter of seven.

There are all

the microscopic fingerprints...

of the mapmaker.

And linguist.

- Hey, how did you...

- This is an outrage!

You must leave at once!

Out, out, out, out, out!

Uh-oh. Sat in the dirt,

didn't you?

Moliere, now what

have I told you...

about playing nice

with the other kids?

Get back. I've got soap,

and I'm not afraid to use it.

[Hisses]

Back, foul creature!

Back to the pit

from which you came!

[Grunts]

The name's Sweet.

Joshua Sweet.

Medical officer.

MILO:
Yeah, Milo Thatch.

Milo Thatch.

You're my 3:
00.

Well, no time like the present.

- Oh, boy.

- Nice, isn't it?

The catalog 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."

Oh, no, really,

I have a... Aah.

- So, where you from?

- [Grunting]

Really? I have

family up that way.

Beautiful country up there.

Do you do any fishing?

[Garbled speech]

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

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