Atlantis: The Lost Empire Page #3

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.

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