Treasure Planet Page #3

You're not serious.

All my life l've been waiting

for an opportunity like this...

and here it is screaming,

''Go, Delbert! Go, Delbert!''

OK. OK! You're both grounded!

[Sighs]

JIM:
Mom. look

l know that I keep

messing everything up...

and I know...

that I let you down.

But this is my chance

to make it up to you.

I'm gonna set things right.

Sarah?

lf I may?

You said yourself,

you've tried everything.

There are much worse

remedies...

than a few character-building

months in space.

Are you saying this

because it's the right thing...

or because

you really want to go?

l really, really, really,

really want to go...

and it's the right thing.

[Sighs]

Jim...

l don't want to lose you.

Mom...you won't.

l'll make you proud.

DOPPLER:
Well. uh. ahem

There we are then.

We'll begin preparations

at once.

We'll begin preparations

at once.

Jim, my boy, soon we'll be

off to the spaceport.

[Whoosh]

[Squawking]

[Squawking]

[Creatures speaking

alien languages]

DOPPLER:

Jim! Oh. Jim! Wait for me!

[Clanking]

[Breathing deeply]

Well, Jim, this should be

a wonderful opportunity...

for the two of us

to get to know one another.

You know what they say,

familiarity breeds, um...

well, contempt,

but, in our case--

Look, let's just

find the ship. OK?

[Clank]

-Second berth on your right!

-You can't miss it.

Hey, thanks.

It's the suit, isn't it?

l should never have listened...

to that pushy

two-headed saleswoman.

This one said it fit,

that one said it was my color.

l didn't know what to do.

l get so flustered. Ooh!

Oh, Jim! This is our ship!

The R.L.S. Legacy!

Whoa!

OFFhCER:

Stow those casks foward!

Heave together now!

How cool is this?

[Squishing noise]

Sorry about that.

l didn't mean--

[Angry farting noises]

Allow me to handle this.

[Pfft pffft pffft]

[Eek eek eek eek]

[Poit]

[Chuckling]

[Eek pfft]

I'm fluent in Flatula, Jim.

Took two years of it

in high school.

[Pffft]

Flatula? Cool.

Good morning, Captain.

Everything shipshape?

Shipshape it is, sir,

but I'm not the captain.

The captain's aloft.

[Meow]

Mr. Arrow, l've checked

this miserable ship...

from stem to stern,

and, as usual, it's...spot on.

Can you get nothing wrong?

You flatter me, Captain.

Ah, Dr. Doppler, I presume?

Uh, um, yes. l--

-Hello! Can you hear me?

-Yes, I can! Stop that banging!

lf I may, Doctor,

this works so much better...

when it's right-way up

and plugged in.

-Ooh!

-Lovely. There you go.

lf you don't mind,

l can manage my own plugging!

I'm Captain Amelia...

late of a few run-ins

with the Protean armada.

Nasty business, but I won't

bore you with my scars.

You've met

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