Atlantis Milos Return 2003
Eight thousand years ago,|Atlantis sank beneath the ocean.
The great crystal, the source of|its power, was hidden beneath the city.
Robbed of the heart of Atlantis,|my people seemed doomed|to slow extinction.
But now we are reborn.
We must get back to the throne room.
Once again the heart|of Atlantis shines upon us...
healing us, making us strong.
We are using the power|of the crystal to rebuild our city...
and to restore|our culture to greatness.
Under the light of the great crystal,|my people are thriving again.
We have uncovered secrets|lost for thousands of years.
The city is once again a centre|of knowledge and learning...
instead of a place|of ignorance and fear.
- Good day, Queen Kida.|- Good day and be careful.
My father thought it better|to hide the crystal...
rather than risk|the misuse of its power.
As queen, I can only hope|I am doing the right thing.
How fitting. The old king|need never shed tears again.
Obby. Obby. All-All right. Come on.|Show a little respect here.
I never thought the rebuilding|of Atlantis would move so quickly.
I think we only understand a fraction|of what the crystal can teach us.
Well, I know that none of it|would be possible without you.
Okay, one rock.
You know, you're getting|to look like one chubby lava dog.
What is it, Obby?|What is wrong?
There are intruders|approaching the city.
Oh, my God.
This way, quick.
They're coming through the lava tubes.|Where is the patrol captain?|I want them met with fliers.
Wait. They're not intruders.|They're friends.
Oh, it is beautiful.
Yeah. It's amazing what|a little paint and spackle will do.
Audrey, what are you guys|doing here?
Just making sure you aren't|making a mess of things down here.
- Come here.|- Hey.
Ah, two for flinching.
Why, thank you.|I hope my hay fever doesn't kick up.
- So, who wants to show me|around the city?|- Oh, let me.
- I will do it.|- No, I saw her first.|- No, no.
- Me, me.|- Me, me.|- Boys, boys, you're both pretty.
We'll all go.
Jeez, I missed you guys.|But why are you here?
- Is Mr Whitmore okay?|- Why don't you ask him yourself?
- Milo.|- Mr Whitmore!
Not only am I okay, but this crystal of|yours makes me feel 20 years younger.
Of course, that still|leaves me pretty old.
And this must be Princess Kida, although|I guess it would be Queen Kida now.
And you must be Mr Whitmore.
Thank you. You brought Milo to me|and made all this possible.
Come. Let us go inside where|you can have something to eat.
I guess your decision to stay here|wasn't as hard as I thought.
Save my life!
-You must try some of this.|-Delicious.|-N-Now, it's great to see you all again.
- Trust me, this is great.|- Hm, not bad.
Pepper sauce.|Never leave home without it.
Puts a little giddy-up|in every meal.
Also makes a fine paint remover.
Uh, Sweet, I think|this food just moved.
Then you better eat it quick|before it gets away.
Besides, when it's alive,|you don't have to swallow so hard.
Just point them head first|so they know which way to crawl.
Your grandfather would|be proud of you, Milo.
You not only discovered|a lost empire...
you probably saved the world|from Rourke's plans for the crystal.
And now you're helping|restore Atlantis to its former glory.
That's quite a résumé|for a cartographer.
I just wish he could be here|to see all this...
and to meet Kida.
Uh, yeah, well, it's great to see|everybody together again...
but something tells me|it's not just for a little reunion.
Uh, I'm afraid you're right.|There's trouble on the surface.
I already had my doctor, digger,|demolition expert, mechanic.
Each the top of their field.
But I came here for the one|expert I didn't have...
an expert on Atlantis.
- But why would you need a...|- Several cargo ships have gone down|in the north Atlantic.
The survivors say|it was a sea monster.
We thought it might be|the watchdog at your front door.
- The leviathan?|- Right. That's one big sea monster.
In the water,|that's the last thing you wanna see.
Except maybe|my Aunt Rose in a swimsuit.
Sweet woman, but very large-boned.
I'm glad it knew|we were friends this time.
But there could be others out there.
My father had many|such machines created.
He used the magic|and science of the crystal|to expand the borders of Atlantis.
That war nearly destroyed the world.
Well, it looks like|his war may not be over.
Then Milo and I will go with you|to the surface and end it.
Kida, you can't.|l-I mean, you're the queen.
The city repairs are well under way.
The counsellors can handle|the everyday matters.
And I... I feel responsible|for what my father did.
I want to understand his decision...
and I am afraid the answers|are not in Atlantis.
I feel bad.|You finally get to the surface...
and it's so cloudy,|there's nothing to see.
Everything in your world is new to me.
The sky, the clouds,|everything on the ship.
- What is this?|- That's a life preserver.
So you wear it and it|preserves your life, like our crystals?
No, no. You throw it|to someone in the water.
Oh, so it is a game?
No. You only throw it|if someone is drowning.
Does that not make it hard|for them to play the game?
Two weeks we crisscross|the North Sea and get nothing.
No squids, no jellyfish|and no lobster from Atlantis.
We have to be sure, Vinny.
What if raising the crystal|brought this leviathan to life?
This could all be|the fault of Atlantis.
I'd worry more about how|we fight it than who's to blame.
Last time we shot at the leviathan,|these things didn't even tickle it.
Eh, Audrey, if you keep|hitting that thing...
we're gonna be "tickled"|all over these walls.
Yeah, yeah.|Like I don't know that.
Well, careful. Doc Sweet's|not here to glue us back together.
This time it's my special blend.
I start with a batter|of gelatinous nitroglycerine...
dribble it on a shaped charge of TNT...
and top it with just|a dusting of black powder...
You can't make a bomb|without oregano.
It makes a very nice "boom."
Let the lobster chew on that.
Y-You know, I really don't|think it is a leviathan.
The survivor called it the Kraken...
a legendary Norwegian sea monster|with arms a quarter mile long.
Nothing like what we saw in Atlantis.
But Atlantean inventors always base|their designs on real animals,|like the giant squid.
It may not be a leviathan, but it could|still be an Atlantean war machine.
She's right.|No creature of flesh and blood...
can bring down a steel cargo ship.
Something's got the ship!
It's ripping open the launch doors.
You can have it.
Get to the sub pods. Vinny, we're|gonna need that thing out of the way.
Coming up, extra oregano.
Launch when ready.
Next time, chilli powder.
Uh-oh.|That doesn't sound good.
It's pulling them down|on the starboard side.
Where's Milo and Kida?|I didn't see them launch.
Milo, are you there? Kida?
Come on, come on.|Back-up batteries.
Time to back-up.
- ...thing off my back|while I look for Milo.|- This is Milo.
We're on back-up batteries,|sinking fast, no propulsion.
- We have a major leak...|- Leaks.
Leaks. And the view port is cracking.
If the ballast valves aren't blocked,|you can flush the water by rerouting|the pressure tubes and...
Audrey, we are up|to our rear ends in water.
It's no time for how-to books.
Okay, okay. We're coming.
-Jeez.|- Well, you'd better hurry 'cause...
we're about to hit|an undersea mountain.
That is not a mountain.
- Audrey!|- Got you covered, Milo.
- Watch your right dive plane.|- No problem.
- Uh, where's the Kraken?|- It has disappeared.
At least it was not Atlantean.
Somehow, that doesn't|make me feel any safer.
The creature buckled|hull plates fore and aft.
We'll be lucky to get|to the port for repairs.
- I'll send a launch for you.|- Don't worry about us, Captain.
Just take care of the Atlantean.
There's a fishing village|to the northeast. We'll be there|when you finish repairs.
Whoa. That's your sub pod.|That's not coming out of my pay cheque.
Okay, let's get to shore|as soon as we can.
What's the matter, Vinny, afraid to play|patty-cake with the sea monster, ooh?
No. I don't mind|a little patty-cake...
but I really don't wanna be here when|the bombs on that sub pod hit bottom.
I guess fishing hasn't|been too good lately, huh?
That is not surprising.|No doubt that tentacled demon...
devoured the local|fish stocks long ago.
- Then why is it still here?|- Because it doesn't eat fish any more.
Maybe that's why they built|the village on the cliffs.
You don't want that thing|showing up for dinner.
- Not real friendly, are they?|- Ew, what is that smell?|It's like rotting fish.
Why do you accuse such a thing?|I have bathed. Recently.
Hmph. No appreciation|for fine cologne.
Easy, Mole.|She's upwind of you.
I'd say it's more likely|we're smelling all this mildew.
Everything is wet from the fog.
But you do need a bath.
Look at that.
Interesting way of attracting tourists.
Milo, we got company.
I am Edgar Volgud,|the magistrate of this town.
- What is your business here?|- Nice to meet you.
- My name is Milo Thatch.|- I doubt there is anything in|Krakenstadt that concerns you.
And what about your town pet|that nearly sank our ship?
Your ship will be repaired|at the shipyards of Tronheim.
You should leave soon.|The roads are treacherous after dark.
I'm sure they can|start repairs without us.
We thought we'd stick around|a while and enjoy the scenery.
- Tronheim has excellent views.|- All the same, we'll stay.
Miss Allyson is the innkeeper here.
She'll give you|rooms for the night.
A driver will take you|to Tronheim tomorrow.
I've seen that fellow|before someplace...
I think under a rock.|Reminds me of a leech, a worm.
A kind of, uh, salamanderish...
- He was born in molten rock.|- Wasn't Volgud that statue guy?
That would make him|even older than he looks...
which I gotta say|is pretty darn old.
They say he made a deal|with the devil to live forever...
but forgot to ask|for eternal youth.
This will drive the fog|from your bones.
- Thank you.|- Merci, mademoiselle.
Thank you, Miss Allyson?
Inger. There is a darkness|around Edgar Volgud...
and that shadow has dimmed|all that was happy here.
We would leave,|but this inn is all we have.
It is no place for me|to raise my little one.
Things will not change here|until its power is broken.
- Its? You mean Volgud's?|- Or the sea monster's?
I will prepare|rooms for you.
But do not cross|Edgar Volgud...
and leave as soon as you can.
They gotta work|on their tourist industry.
Come on.|Just follow his lantern.
- Where is that coming from?|- What is it?
It is not of this Earth.
No. That's a bird.|A very big gooney bird.
Or a, uh, puffin...
with a very upset stomach.
Uh, no, it's voices.|I can't make out what they're...
- Where's Volgud?|- His light is gone.
We could be|walking in circles.
We'd better head back|to the village.
And which way|would that be?
Oh, over there. Head for the lights|before the fog closes in again.
Just a moment.|Listen to the gravel.
- Not now, Mole.|- But this is decomposed granite...
which would mean we are|headed for the cliff...
- Be careful, Milo.|- I'm climbing down to you, Audrey.
- Stay where you are.|- Here I was, all set to take a walk.
Audrey, keep talking to me.
I said thank you very much|for leading us off a cliff.
Hey, I was heading|toward the village...
Uh, I guess there's more|going on here than sea monsters.
Oh, great.|Somebody's doin' hocus-pocus.
I hate hocus-pocus.
I... I can't reach.
- I'll have to jump.|- Uh, don't jump.
- I'll climb down.|- There's no room. I have to jump.
Audrey, I'm the team leader,|and I order you not to jump.
Oh, that's it!
- See?|- Audrey!
You see, you cannot|live without me.
Gather the possessions|of the strangers...
and burn them.
What's the matter, Volgud?|You think we've got fleas?
Gee. You seem surprised to see us.
Definitely worm or leech.|Salamanders are too cute.
We'd like to hear more about|Volgud's deal with the devil.
It is an old wives' story,|a folk tale, nothing more.
Inger, we want to help.
Lives have been taken at sea,|and I suspect in this town.
I would love to let my little one|play outside again.
Long ago,|the fish left the sea.
The town was in danger of dying.|A bargain was struck.
The souls of the people|for the life of the town.
- The Kraken?|- Sometimes known as the "devil fish."
The town is provided for,|but no one can leave.
And the sun|has not shone since.
Folklore or not, there is a connection|between the Kraken and this town.
Volgud hands out food|and supplies from somewhere.
Maybe a hidden cave?
I could search.|Would make a very nice boom.
Ha. The answer is|staring at you right in the face.
Regard.|How an igneous boulder...
has been futilely disguised|as sedimentary rock.
They might as well|paint a road sign.
They look exactly|the same to me.
Yeah, but you weren't|raised by naked mole rats.
That would explain so much.
This is all from|the sunken freighter.
- Volgud is controlling the Kraken.|- How?
-Table scraps|and a rolled-up newspaper?|-He's not using table scraps.
It's some sort|of mental power.
Look at the workers.|They look hypnotized.
I think he uses that power|to enslave the creature...
telling it what ships to attack.
If we can rattle Volgud's concentration,|he'll lose control over the Kraken.
Tickling will be good. Nobody can|concentrate when they're being tickled.
Or, uh, a bomb.|A bomb is a very good distraction.
Shh! Wait.|Where's Audrey?
Get Audrey.|I'll distract him.
What? But he's unconscious.|It should go away.
Okay, now we try Plan B...|Plan Bomb.
No. Not at the creature.|At the ceiling.
How about picking the target|before I light the dynamite, huh?
Get to the sub pods. We have to|stop the Kraken from getting out.
Out of our way, barbarians!
Talk to me, Mole.|We got to find that cave exit.
Our best chance to trap|the Kraken is to seal him inside.
Audrey, you doing all right?
Yeah. Now.|Eww! It was creepy.
All cold and slimy. Everything|faded away like I was drowning.
Hey, pay attention!
It is too dark to see.|Fire the magnesium flares.
What are you doing?|We want to sneak up on...
Jiminy Christmas!|It's already out!
- Oh, stay clear of the tentacles.|- No kidding. I'm gonna take a shot.
It's no good.|I can't line up a decent shot.
We're on him.
Open wide.|It's chow time.
What are you waiting for?|Fire the...
Tell him to watch his aim.|He almost hit Aud... Look out!
Shoot at the squid, not us!
Vincent has gone mad!
- His mind is a blank.|- But Volgud...
It's not Volgud.|It's the Kraken.
Of course. The Kraken is|the one with the mind powers.
It is okay.|I have distracted him.
Watch out!|Monster on the move!
Oh. That was|really strange.
- I'm down to my last shot.|- As am I.
Head back to the beach.|We've got to get on dry land.
Are you crazy?|You're heading right at it!
I will distract him again.
- Aah! I am blinded!|- It's Milo's sub pod.
It's got a full load of torpedoes.|We can blow them all at once.
Let's do it!
You know, I think Mr Squid was|a little bit hocus-pocus himself.
Oh, yeah, you won't find|the Kraken in any biology book.
The curse is lifted,|the fish are back...
and the mildew|has been scrubbed away.
So if something stinks now, uh...
What? Why you do this|with your hand?
It is the fish.
For 8,000 years, I have lived|with the same faces.
It is strange|to meet new people.
And each new person|has new thoughts, new ideas.
Your world has much to offer.
I hope one day my people, the people|of Atlantis, can offer as much.
Well, there's no reason they can't.
Your people can make a difference|to the world, like we did here.
Now that there's no Kraken, it's|left to people like Inger Allyson...
to raise their little ones in peace.
We can never|thank them enough.
Now you can grow|big and strong...
and someday be the most|important person in town.
Now give Mama a big hug.
Please tell me that's not the same stuff|you fed us on the way to Atlantis.
Bet your sweet eyes it is.|Now I told you...
it would keep and keep and keep.
And now it's yours|to eat and eat and eat.
That's right, Margie.|They showed me all around the city.
Yeah. It broke their hearts,|but I need my space.
Kemot was too clingy.
Careful, Mole. Obidalbedsugs aren't|used to such a variety in their diet.
It's only a few assorted silicates|I've been meaning to get rid of.
Oh. It's good|for the gums.
Hey, where's Kida?
It's even more beautiful|when the snow melts.
This time|there was no leviathan.
But how do we know there are not|other Atlantean weapons out there?
Uh, not looking|at the scenery, huh?
Maybe the crystal's|too powerful.
Maybe it should remain buried.
But your people,|they've regained so much.
Could you put them|in darkness again?
What are the chances of another|gas leak in a Chinese laundry?
So that's my last flower shop.
But I'm thinking about|buying a laundry.
So, I guess now that we know|there's no leviathan on the loose...
- Excuse me.|- you two will be heading|back home to Atlantis.
- Excuse me.|- It's a laundry-slash-fireworks...
But don't be in such a rush.|Take some time to see the world.
Plane fare is on me.
- That's very generous, Mr Whitmore.|- May I have your attention, please?
Hmm, that's better. It's Dr Sweet.
There's trouble in the Southwest.
Sam's a long-time|field agent of Mr Whitmore's.
He's best at digging up|hard-to-find objects.
Only this time,|I think something found him.
And you say he mentioned|killer coyotes in a sandstorm?
Mm, no, not exactly.
More like a sandstorm made up of killer|coyotes who were made up of sand.
And this is unusual|in your world?
Oh, yes.|More than a little bit.
But I do not understand|why you wanted me here.
Because of this.
Milo, it is Atlantean.
- Uh, where did you find this?|- You'll have to ask Sam.
- I can't tell if he's breathing.|- Eh, perhaps he is dead.
Oh, he's just sleeping.|After what he's been through,|I'm sure he can use the rest.
Hey. Aah! Get away,|you furry carcass rats!
It's all right, Mr McKeane.|You're safe now. Mr Whitmore sent us.
Oh, good old Preston.|Best man I ever scavenged for.
Er, say, young fella,|could you fluff up my pillow?
Now, uh, how about a sip of water?|My gullet's awful dry.
- Ohh! Ow! Ow! Ow!|- What's wrong?
Got a little sleepy|in the foot.
- Uh, would you mind givin' it a rub?|- Ewww!
And you say coyotes|did this to you?
No. 'Twernt|no ordinary coyotes.
These was cantankerous|sand coyotes.
'Twernt a lick of wind all day...
but I sure heard it howlin'|up on the mesas that night.
I thought I was loco when I saw them|dust devils materializing in moonlight.
Their red eyes like to burn|a hole right through my soul.
Came screamin' off that ridge|like a pack of ghosts.
I ran back to my shack|and bolted the door.
I figured I'd be safe|if I stayed inside. I was wrong.
Scratched me up|like a two-sizes-too-small|wool sweater on a hot afternoon.
Luckily, I had plenty of bacon grease|to rub all over my hide...
- to ease the chaffin'.|- Dinnertime.
Mr McKeane, what have we told you|about the bacon grease?
Works better than any|of your darn fool fix-'em-ups.
I stood a better chance|with them coyotes.
- Is he going to be all right?|- Oh, yes.
We're moving him to the hospital in|Scottsdale where he'll be their problem.
So where did you find this?
- In a pot.|- What pot?
- In the crate.|- What crate?
- In my shack.|- What shack?
Hmm. I'm not surprised|this is where he lives.
You saw the man eat, right?|Lives like he eats... sloppy.
Maid's day off, huh?
Quartz, uh, silicate,|mixed with local clay.
Mm, uh, slightly nutty to|the taste. Nothing unusual.
Sand isn't the only|thing here that's nutty.
Everything seems|to have been rubbed smooth.
Even the windows are etched.|From the sand?
McKeane said|they were sand coyotes.
I see lots of sand, no coyotes.|No paw prints either.
- Looks like the crate's...|- Missin'?
Dang blame it! I know just what|varmint done took it too.
It'd be that shifty-eyed, back-stabbin'|rattlesnake Ashton Carnaby.
He runs a tradin' post|outside of town. You best be careful.
He's slicker than|a sweaty toad in a rainstorm.
Let's look around|a little first.
We don't know for certain that|this Carnaby guy took Sam's crate.
No, Obby! Stay! Stay!
He's, uh, a Brazilian iguana.
Eats just about anything.|Trust me.
There are pieces here that|are hundreds of years old.
Oh, look, an antique.
How are people to use these things|if they're locked behind glass?
- It's for protection.|- I know what the spear is for.
But why is it|in a glass case?
No, the glass case|is for protection.
Wouldn't the spear be better|protection than a glass case?
It's there to protect from someone|who might want to steal it.
Why would someone want|to steal a glass case?
Calcified limestone|more than 25 million years old...
from the Cenozoic Era.
Hydrated aluminium silicates|with basalt...
found primarily in the southern|Colorado River Basin.
Milo, it's just like|an Atlantean guardian.
Well, not exactly.
It's been modified|by Noshoni design.
Either way,|I am buying it.
Ho ho.|That's what I like to hear.
Because I want to sell it.|The name's Carnaby.
Now, that painting's|of Crystal Guardian...
who crawled from the earth|with weapons of blue fire.
He was a great teacher|and healer of the sick.
- Or so the legend goes.|- How much is it?
Well, that's|a museum-class piece.
I'll bet there's a museum-class|price to go with it too.
- It is rare, and I've had offers.|- Is this enough?
- Kida, that-that's a lot...|- Sold! One Crystal Guardian.
So, Mr Carnaby, where exactly|do you get all of your artefacts?
Well, uh, here and there.
But the older pieces are|100% authentic, I assure you.
- Oh, I don't doubt that.|- Well, we're looking for a crate...
that may have been taken|from Sam McKeane.
Who are you people?
We're associates of Sam McKeane,|and he's asked us to help|locate the missing crate.
Uh, can't help you.
McKeane has a tendency|to tell stories.
I think he gets lonely|out there in the desert.
So you don't know|anything about it?
If McKeane lost a crate of pottery,|that's not my problem.
What in the Red Rock|River Valley are you doin'?
Sampling the bowl.|It is very nice.
Would you like some?
Well, that could|have gone better.
Does it strike anybody|as odd that Carnaby knows|the missing crate contains pottery?
- Because I never mentioned|what was in it.|- You are right.
I don't trust that Carnaby.|Don't like him one bit.
Didn't like his attitude.|Didn't like his shifty little eyes.
Eyes are the windows|to the soul, you know?
How would you like to gaze|into the windows of my soul?
Hey, didn't we just|pass that guy?
Perhaps they are brothers?
Twice is a coincidence. But three times?|I think someone's trying|to tell us something.
Uh, hello.|Can we offer you a ride?
It's a long walk to anywhere.
My name is Chakashi.|And, yes, a ride would be welcome.
Oh, he's, uh, Brazilian.
I'm familiar with all|nature's creatures.
This one is also|known to me.
You wouldn't happen|to have a twin or two, would you?
There are many Noshoni men|who walk alone in the desert.
And we look all the same|to the eyes of outsiders.
Ah, Crystal Guardian,|our great teacher and protector.
He revealed many secrets|to the Noshoni.
The path of the stars, the time|to plant, how to heal themselves.
And like Crystal Guardian...
we will also protect our|sacred beliefs from outsiders.
Those who would plunder|our lands to betray our secrets...
will answer to the ancient|forces of the desert.
A sandstorm?|Where did that come from?
We are followed.
There are ancient powers that will|make certain our secrets are kept...
and you, more than anyone,|should understand this.
They're trying|to drive us off the road.
I just put in that windshield.
- He's gone!|- How? Where could he go?
People, we got bigger problems.|They're in here with us.
No. Dust doggies, go away!
Ohh! This is just great!
The intake's got a thirty-torque|tolerance that's been blown...
and the combustion valves|need a new ring slip!
- I didn't quite get all that.|- I build these engines from scratch.
I fend off lava dogs|who eat the distributor caps.
And nobody told me I would|have to deal with dust storm coyotes.
If they got sand|in the manifold, I quit!
- Did you get it all that time?|- Every word.
- We have returned.|- We are back at the trading post.
Chakashi said there were|ancient forces at work.
Uh, make a note|to stay on their good side.
Better yet, no more|picking up hitchhikers.
Hey, uh, I told|you people to leave.
- We have a couple of questions.|- I've already answered your questions.
Pet iguana. Eats anything...|meaning you might be on the menu.
How do you know that|the missing crate contains pottery?
Uh, I don't.|Uh, l, uh...
And what do you know about|an old man who calls himself Chakashi?
I know I got a shelf full|of painted rocks of him inside.
Of course. Chakashi.
- The Noshoni wind spirit.|- We gave a ride to a spirit?
You can't really believe|in that superstition.
Well, we were just attacked by a pack|of phantom coyotes in a sandstorm.
The same restless spirits|that came after Sam McKeane.
And whoever has|that crate of pottery.
Save it.|I'm not superstitious.
Oh, I smell old pottery.
- You had the crate all along.|- Voilà!
It's rubbed smooth.Just like|the inside of McKeane's shack.
- Well, there's no way|you could prove it.|- Sandstone, heavy red oxides, basalt...
encrusted with the same silicate|found in McKeane's shack.
Well, so what?|McKeane found it in the desert...
and then while he was in the hospital,|I found it in his shack.
That is called stealing.
That's called commerce, honey.
Besides, McKeane's the only one|who knows the location|of where the pot came from.
Judging from the high|alkaline content...
I would say it came from a cave|on the south face of the Mogollon Rim...
fifteen miles north of here.
Mm-hmm. He's good.|Dirty, but good.
Well, you know, maybe I didn't|take things seriously enough.
There are a lot of old tales and|mysteries out here in the desert...
and the coyotes you encountered|are a good example.
I thought you didn't believe.
Well, I sure don't want|to end up like McKeane.
So maybe if the pot's returned,|that'll settle these restless spirits.
l, Gaetan Moliere,|have done it.
I have found|the subterranean gateway...
that is the very threshold|to the unknown!
- Ah. It's just a hole.|- A hole? Blaah!
Look at the lines in the basalt.
The beauty of the erosion.|The poetry of the clay.
- This is not a hole. It is a tunnel.|- Huh.
I don't care what you call it.|Just tell me it's big enough to hide in.|'Cause we got company!
I will save us!
None of this should exist.|Not in the same place.
It's a blending of every culture|from Idaho to Peru.
Noshoni, Aztec,|Mayan, Olmec.
My people were here.
Ohh! Crystal Guardian|was an Atlantean.
His teaching influenced|all these cultures.
A little bit of Atlantis|goes a long way.
Carnaby, that old pot can fit|on any of those ledges. Carnaby?
- What is that?|- Sorry. It was me.
Hold on.|That was not me!
- Carnaby!|- Oh, about the pot.
It looks like I'm going to be keeping it|along with everything else in here.
That home-made prairie grass|mixture makes a good sleeping gas...
wouldn't you agree?
Carnaby, you snake!
Naturally, I can't let you go free|to tell the world about my discovery.
I mean, where's the profit in that?
Nice nap? Hope the rocks|weren't too uncomfortable.
Oh, no. This particular aggregate|is very nice. One of my favourites.
- You will not get away with this.|- Mm, let's see.
I trap you and your friends|in this cave...
and then I take|all the treasure for myself...
but I think I'll|get away with it.
I knew there was something shifty|about you. Didn't I say so?
I said, "I don't trust that Carnaby.|Don't like him one bit.
Don't like this attitude.|Don't like his shifty little eyes."
And don't forget.|The eyes are the windows to the soul.
Mm-hmm. That's right.|I said that too.
Well, you and your friends|will have a long time...
to discuss how you feel about me|while I'm gettin' rich.
We have found evidence|of my people here.
We cannot let him destroy it.
Mr Carnaby, obviously we've had|some sort of miscommunication here.
I don't see any reason why|we can't work something out.
Save your breath, junior.|You're gonna need it.
It's no use.
If there was only some way|to cut these ropes.
- Obby!|- Obby, come on, boy. Wake up.
That's it. Okay.|Enough!
No! No! Get the ropes!|The ropes!
- Good boy.|- No! Take care of the dynamite first!
Oh, uh, yeah, yeah.|Right, right.
You've managed to be more|trouble than I expected.
I'll just take|care of you myself... Ohh!
Oh, now you done it.|Gone and made us mad.
- Uh, what is this?|- Retribution.
Anyone out here|got a doggy bone?
- What happened to Carnaby?|- He is with us now.
You seem like good people.|I'm sorry.
The secrets of the ancient|ancestors must remain a secret.
You will not be|allowed to leave.
Chakashi, we also|carry a great secret.
Thus, we can keep yours as well.
What is this secret?
Prove to me that it is as great|as what you see around you.
- We can't.|- Very well.
You have decided your fate.
If you had|told me your secret...
I would have known|I couldn't trust you with mine.
- Hmph. It was a trick question.|- Must be the coyote in me.
Kida of Atlantis,|you and I are not so different.
Your people touched the corners|of the globe, teaching and healing.
- Doing great good.|- But they also did great harm...
almost destroying the world|and themselves.
My father feared the temptation|to abuse our power would be too great.
So he hid it away.
The secret you carry|is neither good nor bad.
A strong leader must have the wisdom|to know when to share that knowledge.
It would be wonderful if my people|did not need to remain hidden...
to have them walk|the surface of the world again.
It is your choice.
Whoa!|That was impressive.
I would have been|more impressed if Chakashi|had dropped us off on the ground.
It's strange, all right.|Started early this morning.
But I guess you had your share|of weird weather in the southwest.
It was okay. Except for how|I keep finding sand everywhere.
I could go for some warm weather|about now. Maybe get a tan.
- Sorry I missed it.|- Oh, no, you are not.
There were dust doggies everywhere.|But I did find this very tasty bowl.
Well, Mr Whitmore, Kida and I|had better be going because...
Atlantis is waiting.
- I know.Just as well.|- What?
- Ah, we had break-in last night.|- Are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine. But it burns me that|someone could waltz right in here...
and steal something right off my wall...|an ancient Norwegian spear.
Kind of a fancy|old letter opener.
What you needed was|a glass case to protect it.
He must have come|in the middle of the night.
By the tracks I found, he had|some kind of dog with him.
The real strange thing is, near as I can|tell, there's no sign of forced entry.
Whoever it was knew exactly what they|were looking for and helped themselves.
With this Spear of Destiny...
shall l, Odin,|king of the northern gods...
end this world.
Why would someone|take an old spear...
when there's|so much other junk around?
Don't get me wrong.|It's, uh, all good junk.
I'm more interested in these|scorch marks on the floor.
Like lightning struck here.
It cannot be the lightning.
See for yourself.|There's no hole in the roof.
No black powder.|Not explosives.
Fire did not fall from the sky|in Atlantis like it does here.
- I do not like it.|- Yeah, me neither. Mr Whitmore...
I'm thinking that wasn't|any ordinary spear, was it?
Do I own anything|that's ordinary?
Regardless, I do have|a good idea who took it.
The man's name|is Erik Hellstrom.
Son of a gun was a fierce|competitor of mine.
Built a shipping empire|with cruise liners.
When he bought the biggest|dang castle in the old country...
and named it Asgard...
the press dubbed him|"The Modern Odin."
Yeah, he liked being treated|as a god, and he lived like one...
until the stock market crash|sank his company.
He lost his money, his power|and, I think, his mind.
Hadn't heard from him|till he phoned last week...
desperately trying to convince me|to sell the spear to him.
Raving about Ragnarok.
What is Ragnarok?
Doomsday in the old Norse myths.
But why did Mr Hellstrom|want the spear?
Seems to me I remember something|about a spear in the Shepherd's Journal.
- I found it. Gunokneer.|- Gesundheit.
No, no. Gunokneer was the name|of an Atlantean spear.
The spear Hellstrom|stole from Whitmore was|the same spear... an Atlantean spear.
Weapons of Atlantis|contain untold power.
If the myths are right,|that's an understatement.
At Ragnarok,|the final night of the world...
Odin will use the spear to summon|the forces of chaos and destruction.
He's going to use the spear|to bring about Ragnarok.
- Armageddon.|-Judgement Day.|- The end of the world.
The end of Atlantis.|Of everything.
- My father foresaw this.|- Your father was trying|to save his empire, Kida.
This guy's just frosted|'cause he's in the poor house.
It-It's Iceland, you see?
So if Hellstrom|is going to be stopped...
it looks like|you're going to Iceland.
Why can't Ragnarok be in Miami?|You know, a nice, warm place.
I'm never gonna get a tan.
- Kida?|- Milo...
my father knew the power of Atlantis|would be abused like this.
As king, it was his responsibility|to do as he saw fit.
Perhaps it is the same|with Hellstrom.
Yeah, but Hellstrom|gave himself this crown...
and he isn't|trying to save anybody.
And that's|a big difference.
We ought to be nearing Iceland.|And that name ain't just for show.
With any luck,|this weather will lighten up.
We should not be flying|in such a storm.
We'll crash.|We are too high above the dirt.
You know, the weather hasn't let up|since Hellstrom stole that spear.
- I wonder if...|- Coincidence, Milo.
Take over, Vinny.
I mean, come on.|The old gods affecting the weather?
Well, there was that Indian wind god,|spirit, whatever, Kraken.
Yeah, the Kraken might have|been a god. Maybe not.
And that big Atlantis crystal...
that was kind of like a god.
All I'm saying, we see|a lot of strange stuff.
I'm, uh, just being|open-minded.
Well, you let go|of my plane that way...
and I'll toss your open mind|right into that soup.
But we are over land now.|Good solid land. Yes.
Relax, Mole. We've been|over Iceland for minutes.
The land's as solid as...
Uh, you're gonna want|to take a look at this.
Hellstrom's castle?|What did you call it?
Asgard. Home of the gods.
This is the power of the spear.
That's what I call|"home improvement."
- Look out! We'll crash! We'll crash!|- Relax.
We're not going to crash|into any mountain.
Unless it stands up.
You missed us.
That thing|could have been a god.
Buckle up!|We're going down!
Piece of cake.
Oh, my beautiful land.
- Mm! My lips!|- I am sorry for your|flying machine, Audrey.
Easy come, easy go.
Uh, oh, look at the bright side.|Uh, w-we're alive.
But we're not exactly|getting a warm welcome.
Maybe I'll give him a present.
Oh, great.|More hocus-pocus.
I bid you welcome...
to the Hall of Odin.
Uh, listen, Mr Hellstrom,|you've caught some bad breaks...
but there's no reason|to take it out on the world.
- I know you.|- It's the spear.
Its power is one of destruction.|It will destroy you, uh, all of us.
Ha! I know you.|You're the trickster... Loki.
- You seek the power of my spear.|- No.
You'll not trick me.
Stop, Mr Hellstrom.|Mm, my lord, Odin.
I know the power|of your spear.
The same power|almost destroyed my father.
Of course. Brunhilde, my daughter.|My Valkyrie.
You've come to rule|the new world at my side.
No. I am not your daughter...
but I do care about you.
Neither man nor god|will stop Ragnarok.
I cast thee out of Asgard...
to your doom.
- Do not drop me.|- You could lay off the eclairs,|you know.
I cannot help it.|It's the creme filling.
- Mole, we need you up here.|- Go away. I am praying.
Mole, we got one chance.|We need you to dig.
- Mole stays.|- Mole!
Oh, fine. I will come.
It is always Mole|that must save the day.
Hey, watch it.|Don't make me sorry I saved you.
A good thing that you are not|any skinnier, Milo.
Perhaps you should eat|more eclairs.
Get on with it.
You know, I'm not used|to this going up.
As a digger, I dig down,|deep into the earth.
See, of course you may have noticed|I am rather afraid of heights and...
You see?|You are a warrior born...
my Brunhilde, my daughter.
I am not your daughter.
I am Kiyadacash,|queen of Atlantis.
What have you done|with my friends?
I cast them out, Brunhilde,|into the abyss below.
It could not be helped.
We must go, daughter. The chaos lord|of fire must be awoken before sundown.
Today must be Ragnarok.
Yes. Let us leave. Quickly.
What do you see?
He's using the spear|to carry them to the volcano.
- What else is out there?|- His hundred-foot bodyguard.
And I see our only way out...|this big wooden door.
If we can find a way|to open it...
Just call me the doorman.
So we can get out,|but we still can't go anywhere.
Heh. We are trapped.
What are we to do, ride this door|down the stairs like a ski jump?
Oh, no. No, no, no. No!
Whoa! I believe that|we should all lean. Whoa!
Move over, Mole.|I'll pilot this thing.
- Move over where?|- Everybody lean left.
Mole, your other left.
Pull me up!
No, Milo.|We could use you like a rudder.
Yeah, he's gonna have a limp|after that one.
Hellstrom,|you must listen to me.
- My father...|- Yes?
No. My real father.
He hid away this power so it|could not be used for destruction.
It was to be used for love,|for life, for all that is good.
Hellstrom, stop this madness.|I beg you.
Use this power|to heal the world.
Brunhilde, that's exactly|what I intend to do.
l, alone, am destined|to remake it and rule over it anew.
To begin again,|I must destroy what is.
No. You cannot.
You'll not stop me, Loki.
Say your goodbyes|to this world...
and herald in|my new order.
Even at the end, the forces of darkness|would thwart the king of the gods.
You're not the king of anything,|Hellstrom.
You're a boat builder.
Shoo, birds. Shoo.
There now.|Ragnarok approaches.
It is l, Odin,|who shall stand triumphant.
You really think|you're still in charge?
Those two are done|taking orders.
And the fire lord|will set the sky ablaze.
And the earth will become as ice|as a new age dawns.
So, Milo, you got a plan?
Eh, just thought I'd ask.
Wait a second.|l-I do have a plan.
Now a little heat.
- It's working.|- Oh, now they're ticked.
- The spear!|- I will get it!
- Vinny, we need another bomb.|- I'm fresh out.
- Kida!|- I'm all right, Milo.
My Asgard! My kingdom! No!
Give him a while.|Let him mourn his kingdom.
Then we'll get him to a hospital|where maybe he can be helped.
And as for that thing, I'm thinking|you should put it in a safe. Like now.
Maybe with some chains,|and locks... big ones.
I have a better place|for this spear.
I learned many things|from your world.
Most of all, I think|I now know my father better.
My father was only protecting us|and the world above...
when he hid|the heart of Atlantis.
I understand that now.
Uh, Kida, you can't hide|the crystal again. I mean, it would...
Oh. Sorry.|Sort of ruining the moment there.
- But...|- But my father was wrong.
He thought mankind|would use the power|of the crystal for destruction.
But look around you. The Heart of|Atlantis has let us rebuild our city.
And I saw how the knowledge of Atlantis|touched a tribe of surface people...
and made them|great healers and teachers.
The brightest light is worth nothing|if hidden in a cave.
I do not want|the legacy of Atlantis...
to be the destruction|of its civilization.
Let us share our light|with the world.
What is that light, Queen Kida?|Is it a crystal?
It is the sun.
I think I swallowed my gum.
The world was never the same|after that day.
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