Capture the Flag Page #5

Are you my grandpa?

Detaching in course.

Splitting lunar module.

"Module detached."

Starting landing sequence.

Don't worry,

your father will make it.

Starting descent.

Wow...

Commander, you're deviating

from the path.

Fix the navigation.

Roger.

Commander, do you need help?

I'm fine.

Commander, I'll say it again:

you're out

of the path.

Let me help you, Grandpa.

Er... Commander.

Alright, use your controls.

Slowly. Smooth moves.

It works better now.

What?

What happened?

Was it me?

No, it wasn't you.

Alarm 1201.

Hey! I didn't touch anything!

Gentlemen, emergency protocol.

"It seems the on-board computer

has been damaged."

That's why it was so hard to operate.

It's leading us to the wrong place.

Can you hear me?

Roger, Commander. You'll need

to deactivate the guidance system.

That's what happened in 1969.

The chances of success are minimal.

The same ones I have

on this hottie.

Amy, find it. There should be

a button with "AGC" on it.

Mike, to the left.

AGC. AGC.

20 seconds to landing.

- Too fast.

AGC...

Slow down!

Hurry up! The computer's giving

contradictory instructions!

Where are you?

10 seconds...

- They're going to crash.

Frank!

Let's get going!

"Eight, seven, six..."

Amy, please.

"Five, four..."

"Three..."

I got it!

Press it, for God's sake!

"Mission Control,

Base of Peace of Mind here."

"The Falcon has landed."

Hooray!

Oh...

You've done great, guys.

Yeah! Yay!

Ah!

Ready? We're recording.

Amy, you're live.

Everybody's watching you.

Grandpa...

How cool! For Amstrong

it might've been just a small step,

but for me it's going to be...

Wow!

Yes! Yes!

I'm the first woman on the Moon!

We're back

just like the first time,

as a light of hope

for mankind.

Come on, kids,

we have a mission.

We're losing the signal.

Commander,

the antenna is damaged.

Transferring communications

to the antenna of the lunar rover.

Get that flag. Let the world

see who arrived first!

Yeah, rock and roll!

Yay!

Look, Mike and Amy are on TV.

Hurry up, Grandpa!

We should be near it.

There it is! The flag!

Oh, no!

It can't be.

Ha, I knew it!

Losers!

Oh. What are we doing now?

My job here is done.

Gigs, take the minibots to the base.

Hurry up!

Yes, sir.

Oh, goodness.

They're going to destroy

the remains of all the missions.

Hey, Amy, they're still there!

Come on, record it!

We lost the signal!

What's happening?

Commander, can you hear me?

What happened?

Oh, how unexpected.

What's next, TV ads?

We're unable

to restore the communication.

Transfer the communication

to another antenna.

Impossible. The one in the rover

was the only one working.

We need to restore

the communication, no matter what!

Hey.

Where can I plug this?

Do you intend to connect an USB

to a 1969 computer? Are you nuts?

I might be able to fix it...

Yes, I need to establish a connection

through any guidance station

in the world. I hope.

Come home, baby.

You'll be my personal trophy.

He has the flag!

Let's take it back.

Come on, Igor. Take the flag.

Huh?

Oh! What the...?

Go away, you disgusting alien!

Let's go.

Ha!

Ah!

Come on Igor, jump!

What?! That flag's mine!

Ha!

Ah!

Yeah! Oh! We did it!

Oh!

No!

Ah!

Watch out!

Ah!

Grandpa!

This isn't over yet!

I want a full report of the communication

systems in the module. Now!

Ha!

It's fine if we have to redirect

the satellite. We'll just do it!

Listen, where can I find

a radio from the sixties?

There's a bunch

of old gadgets in the basement.

Oh, come on!

We lost communication,

we can't pilot this thing

and that lunatic kidnapped

Grandpa... We're done.

Huh?

Hello, my gooey cockroaches!

Oh, shut up, you weirdo.

Listen, you little thieves.

"I'll propose you a deal.

If you give me the flag"

I'll give you

the old wreck back.

No, Mike, don't do it!

Grandpa!

You don't have to answer now.

I'll call you in...

"ten seconds."

Oh, I love being generous.

No, wait!

It's over.

No, we can't give up.

There's nothing left to do, Amy.

Time up!

We accept the deal.

Good guy.

Bring me the flag.

I got it!

Darn it! I need something

that increases electric resistance.

Copper, tin!

Huh? I think this will do.

He's very mean.

What's this?

What's the matter?

I'm getting messages...

It can't be! The antenna is broken.

Seriously, I keep getting them.

That's impossible. There's

nothing here that can transmit from..

Marty!

Ah!

You reached your destination.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

Wow! It's huge!

"Adjusting gravity."

Open the door.

Welcome.

Let's get straight to the point.

Give me the flag!

First, my grandfather!

Of course.

A deal is a deal.

Gigs.

Grandpa!

Mike!

Oh... I love family reunions.

Don't you, Gigs?

I can't remember my family, sir.

Let him go!

Give me the flag or I'll get

rid of the old wreck.

Alright! I'll give you the flag.

How moving.

Gigs, release him.

And after a reunion,

there's always a goodbye.

Gigs, get rid of them.

What? Excuse me, sir?

You're miserable, Mr. Carson.

What'd you know, you maggot?

You think you're a genius,

but we all know

you'd be a nobody

without for your father's money.

How dare you... you brat!

He's right. He always spoonfed you.

You've done nothing at all!

You know nothing, you annoying kid!

Do you think all this stuff

was built by itself?!

Do you mean this factory

or whatever this is?

It's more than a factory,

you ignorant brat!

It's a mine of Helium 3,

the biggest source

of energy ever known.

And it is only mine!

Behold my work!

My father

would be proud of me!

Of a liar like you? You deceived

the world by saying that humans

had never been to the Moon.

Proud of my brightness.

Only a genius could deceive everyone.

Only a genius could get their hands

on the largest energetic monopoly.

I'll sell my energy to the whole planet

and if any country

is unwilling to pay,

boom!, I'll disintegrate it.

Just like what I'm going

to do with you.

"Go like a rocket

and always fill your pocket."

Cool!

Cool? How's that cool?

You just gave me

the best headline ever.

What are you talking about,

you little brat?

Worldwide exclusive!

Richard Carson

just confessed he's a criminal.

Smile, we're on air!

The whole world is watching you.

"What's going on?"

"What's going on? Gigs?

What's this all about? Gigs!"

Amy Gonzlez reporting live from the Moon.

We're heading back to Earth.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Great!

Yeah, great!

- Losers...

I always trusted NASA.

See?

An old computer from NASA,

my 800 GHz Marty-Antenna,

four little gadgets

and "voil"

the new Marty-Communicator!

How could they communicate

with Earth? How?!

Come on, Igor, now!

They have their own

portable antenna.

Ah!

Did you let them in

with that gadget?! You're fired!

This way!

Don't let them escape!

Come on, stop them!

But am I fired or not?

Gigs!

Watch out! Jump!

No!

Commander, can you hear me?

Grandpa!

Mike!

Ah!

Mike, stop it.

I'm not losing you again.

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