Pirate's Code: The Adventures of Mickey Matson

Oh!

Why you wake me up for?

Me?

Why you lyin' on the floor

like a road-kill possum?

Oh, I was--

Ooh, it's an earthquake.

That ain't no earthquake,

you uneducated rube.

[metal clanking

[boat engine running

It's Billy Lee.

He's bustin' us out.

Hey, come on now.

I am first!

Why you first?

Because I'm prettier.

Uh!

Dagnabit, that is your fault.

Why is it my fault?

Groaning

You ain't gonna fit

through that hole.

You eatin' them grits

and cornbread.

Come on, push harden

You ain't tryin' hard enough.

Hurry before someone

sees us now.

Let me go!

Brother!

Wait, don't!

Hey!

Baby brother!

You got some nerve!

Ooh!

You need a hand there,

Jeremiah?

Who are you'?

Jeremiah...

...Billy Lee.

I ain't Billy Lee.

Bobby Lee?

What are you

doing here, my boy?

I took Billy Lee's place

for a bit.

He said he had to work out

something with the missus.

Guards hadn't even noticed.

He should be back

any day now.

Wait a minute.

Aren't you Uncle Joey?

Didn't you hear, boys?

Joseph Lee was killed

by a pirate.

The name's Admiral Ironsides.

Welcome to my crew.

Mickey Maison,

journal entry 1128.

It's been 536 days

since I've had contact

with any breathing member

of the Secret Order

of the Patriot,

and that would make it

approximately 550 days

since Sully and I stopped

the Copperheads

from overthrowing the country

or whatever it was

they were planning on doing.

I mean, see?

That's what happens

when you've been

out of the stopping-bad-guys

game for as long as we have.

You forget the details,

and looks like we've

been forgotten, too,

'cause not a word,

not a peep,

not even a card

on my birthday.

You figure if someone thinks

you're good enough

to be knighted into atop-secret

government organization

you're special,

but 1 guess

Pm just average.

Well, this is Mickey Matson

signing off,

bored, as usual.

Sorry, Gramps.

Not a lot of time today,

late for school.

Just one thing I don't get.

Why'd you get me involved with

the Secret Order of the Patriot

if they don't even

need me or want me?

Just give me a hint.

Put a word in with the boss

up there, however that works.

I'd appreciate it.

Sully?

What are you doing here,

country boy?

Sully!

Ah, you punched me

in the face.

You kicked me

in the shin.

Yeah, what hurts worse?

The face or the shin?

You tell me.

Whistling

You two through

horsin' around yet?

Grams?

Get in the Jeep.

You 're lucky she broke it up.

How are you,

Sully girl?

Good to see you,

too, Mic key.

What's it been,

about a year now, right?

Try a year and a half.

Mickey, the order knows

you've been very patient.

Here, put these on.

What for?

Just followin' the rules.

Where do you think

we 're going?

Not sure, but it

must be pretty serious

with an this

cloak-and-dagger business.

Yeah, Grams,

where are you taking us?

Should I have

packed an overnight bag?

Hey, Sully,

keep the lid on.

What are you tryin' to do,

get me in trouble?

I would've at least

brought some bug spray.

What's going on?

You two stay put.

Why do I have

a bad feeling about this?

Welcome to SOP

armed security checkpoint.

Retina! scanner activated.

Please align one eye

to center of screen.

Ab normality detected.

Dang cataracts.

SENT-i activated.

Please enter access code.

Hey did you hear something?

Grams, what's goin' on?

Access code denied.

For the love,

what is she doing?

Please enter access code.

Uh, Grams, I'm not sure

you're supposed to be

touching that thing.

Denied.

Targeting intruders.

Nice robot.

Final attempt.

Guys, you better hurry.

Just give me the code!

What if one of

the higher-ups knew that we--

Bouncin' Betty!

It's Bouncin' Betty!

Target locked.

Death imminent.

Access code accepted.

That was close.

You're telling me.

Access granted.

Gotta love technology.

Put on your hoods.

Sorry for the false alarm,

SENT-i.

Be good now.

Okay, you can take

those things off now.

Holy cow.

What is this place?

For a very select

group of kids,

this is the happiest place

on earth, Camp Lincoln,

Secret Order of the Patriot

headquarters

and training grounds.

Who are we?

The SOP.

Assess, dismantle.

Who are these people,

the kids ?

They're just like you,

handpicked by the order

to be the next generation

of the SOP.

If they're just like us,

how come they're here

and we aren't?

Mickey, we had to wait 'ti!

that mess you got wrapped up in

with the Copperheads

died down,

and, quite frankly,

you aren't old enough.

You have been selected

in advanced

cryptologic linguist unit.

Too young, huh?

What about these three?

I just graduated from Princeton

with a degree in astrophysics.

There are exceptions, and you

two have an exception as well.

Someone important

asked on ya.

Cadet Ariel.

Cell phones, please.

Welcome to

SOP headquarters.

ifs amazing.

Recruits, listen up.

Transport to survival

training leaves in 5 minutes.

Master Sergeant Stumpwater

is waiting on us.

Remember your gear.

You'll be outward bound

for 5 days.

Alright, cadets,

let's move it.

Go on.

Mic key.

Look at you.

Hello, Sully.

Oh!

Look at you guys.

So are we goin'

with you guys?

Oh, no, not on this trip.

The elites are holdin'

down the fort.

I think there's other plans

for the two of you.

Good to see ya,

Mic key.

What's our status?

I want to hear the commands.

Power cells are charged.

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