Winnie the Pooh Goes to Atlantis: The Lost Empire/Transcript

This is the transcript for the remastered version of Winnie the Pooh Goes to Atlantis: The Lost Empire.

6,800 BC/Atlantis flooded

(The giant wave the chasing the civilian and the machines called the Atlantean)

• Atlantean #1: (speaking a Atlantean language) [Translating: "You fool! You've destroyed us all!"]
• Atlantean #2: (speaking a Atlantean language) [Translating: "The wave is gaining! We have to warn Atlantis!"]
• Atlantean #3: (speaking a Atlantean language) [Translating: "Too late!"]

(The wave splashes got them, as the rest of the Atlanteans go toward the kingdom, and the Atlantean watchmen, sees the wave and warns the other Atlanteans)

• Atlantean watchman: (speaking a Atlantean language) [Translating: "Everyone to their shelters! Everyone to their shelters!"]

(Many Atlantean run around in panic from the tsunami)

• Atlantean guard #2: (speaking a Atlantean language) [Translating: "This way your highness. Quickly!"]
• Atlantean Queen: (speaking a Atlantean language) [Translating: "Kida, come on!"]

(Young Kida tries to get her doll)

• Atlantean Queen: (speaking a Atlantean language) [Translating: "Kida! Just leave it! There's no time!"]

(And then, the crystal lights on the queen and her eyes glow blue, as the king, Kashekim, sees the them, and the queen gets lifted up, carrying Young Kida's braclet)

• Young Kida: Mahtim! [Translating: Mother!]

(The queen is getting closer to the crystal)

(The Young princess fell to her knees, crying while calling for her mother)

• Young Kida: Mahtim!

(Then some of the people of Atlantis enter inside the shield before it closes, but the rest try to get in, but couldn't as the tsunami comes toward them.)

• Young Kida: Mahtim!
• King Kashekim: (speaking a Atlantean language) [Translating: "Close your eyes, Kida! Look away!"]

(Then, the crystal created a shield around the city and the water splashes the shield as the kingdom sank into the bottom)

Washington, D.C., 1914/The heroes meet Milo Thatch

(Washington D.C., 1914)

• Milo Thatch: (V.O.) Good afternoon, gentlemen. First off, I’d like to thank this board for taking the time to hear my proposal. Now, we’ve all heard of the legend of Atlantis-

(Fade to him and the board)

• Milo Thatch: A continent somewhere in the mid-Atlantic that was home to an advanced civilization possessing technology far beyond our own that, according to our friend Plato here was suddenly struck by some cataclysmic event that sank it beneath the sea. Now, some of you may ask, why Atlantis? It's just a myth, isn't it? Pure fantasy? Well, that is where you'd be wrong. 10,000 years before the Egyptians built the pyramids, Atlantis had electricity, advanced medicine, even the power of flight. Impossible, you say? Well, no, no, not for them. Numerous ancient cultures all over the globe agree that Atlantis possessed a power source of some kind, more powerful than steam, than, than coal. More powerful than our modern internal combustion engines. Gentlemen, I propose that we find Atlantis, find that power source, and bring it back to the surface. Now, this is a page from an illuminated text that describes a book called the Shepherd's Journal, said to have been a first-hand account of Atlantis and its exact whereabouts. Now, based on a centuries-old translation of a Norse text, historians have believed the Journal resides in Ireland. But after comparing the text to the runes on this Viking shield, I found that one of the letters have been mistranslated. (Erases the letter R) So, by changing this letter and inserting the correct one, we find that the Shepherd's Journal, the key to Atlantis, lies not in Ireland, gentlemen, but in Iceland. (Writes a letter C) [Pause] Pause for effect. Gentlemen, I'll take your questions now.

(Then a phone rings)

• Milo Thatch: Uh, would you gentlemen please excuse me for a moment?

(He goes to the phone and answers it)

• Milo Thatch: Cartography and Linguistics, Milo Thatch speaking.

(He hears indistinct angry ranting through the phone as he understands it)

• Milo Thatch: Yeah. Uh, just, just a second.

(He turns the light on, revealing the board to be the masks and he's in the boiler room and he walk toward the pipes)

• Milo Thatch: Pardon me, Mr. Hickenbottom.

(He moves the mask and then took a wrench fixing the boiler room, begins turning values, then hits the pipe, and then goes back to the phone)

• Milo Thatch: How's that? Is that better?

(The caller indistinct angry ranting through the phone)

• Milo Thatch: Uh-huh. Yeah. You're welcome...
• ????: [on the phone] And don't let it happen again!
• Milo Thatch: All right, bye.

(Then he hangs up the phone and he turns the chalkboard and presents it to the masks)

• Milo Thatch: Now, as you can see by th-- (Realize part of the map is in his shirt) by this, um, map... map, uh, that... that-- [clears throat] that I've drawn, I plotted the route that will take myself and a crew to the Southern coast of Iceland to retrieve the Journal.

(The cuckoo clock time is set off four times as Milo realizes that it's time)

• Milo Thatch: Ah, showtime. (gathers his maps and books) Well, this is it. I am finally getting out of the dungeon.

(He goes to his stand and then picks a photo of him as a young kid and with a man)

(Then we go to a flashback in black and white when a young Milo is being picked up by his grandpa and put him on his lap, and then Milo tries to get the hat his grandpa wears. Then he gets off his hat and puts it on MIlo's head, as it was to fit, but it goes down to his mouth as his grandpa laughs. Milo then takes his grandfather's hat and puts it on his head, but then it falls down to his mouth. Then out of the mailpipe, a letter arrived as Milo takes it and reads it)

• Milo Thatch: "Dear Mr. Thatch, this is to inform you that your meeting today has been moved up from 4:30 P.M. To 3:30 P.M." What?

(Then another letter came out of the pipe as Milo opens it and reads it.)

• Milo Thatch: "Dear Mr. Thatch. Due to your absence, the board has voted to reject your proposal. Have a nice weekend, Mr. Harcourt's office." (Angrily) They can't do this to me!

(The museum board members walks out)

• Mr. James: I swear, that young Thatch gets crazier every year!
• Mr. Hickenbottom: If I ever hear the word "Atlantis" again, I'll step in front of a bus!
• Mr. James: (Chuckles) I'll push you! Ha, Ha
• Milo Thatch: (Off-screen) Mr. Harcourt!
• Board Member: Good lord! There he is!

(Milo and the heroes run toward them)

• Milo Thatch: Members of the board... uh, wait!
• Mr. Harcourt: How did you find us?
• Milo Thatch: (Off-screen) Mr. Harcourt, wait!

(The scared professors flee to the doors)

• Mr. Hickenbottom: Head for the hills!
• Mr. Harcourt: Where is a guard when you need him?
• Milo Thatch: Mr. Harcourt, you gotta listen to me, sir!

(Mr. Harcourt hides behind a tree)

• Milo Thatch: Uh, sir?

(Mr. Harcourt smiles at Milo, then open his umbrella and pop the maps to him and runs off the museum)

• Milo Thatch: Wait! Mr. Harcourt! Sir, l-I have new evidence that... (as Mr. Harcourt back in the car and opens to his Chauffeur) Please, Mr. Harcourt! Stop! Sir, if you-- Could you hold--? Thank you very much. Look at--
• Mr. Harcourt: This museum funds scientific expeditions based on facts, not legends and folklore. Besides, we need you here. We depend on you.
• Milo Thatch: You do?
• Mr. Harcourt: Yes! What with winter coming, that boiler's gonna need a lot of attention.
• Milo Thatch: Boiler?
• Mr. Harcourt: (To his chauffeur) Onward, Heinz!

(Heinz drives off, Milo chases the car)

• Milo Thatch: But, there...there's a journal! It's in Iceland! I'm sure of it this time.

(Mr. Harcourt closes and slides the window in the car; Milo jumps on the hood)

• Milo Thatch: Sir, I really hoped it wouldn't come to this, but this is... (Uh!) ...a letter of resignation! If you reject my proposal, I'll-- (Falls off the car) WHOA! (Yelling after the car as it drives off) I'LL QUIT!!!

(The car stops and then reverses back; Harcourt opens the window)

• Milo Thatch: I mean it, sir! If you refuse to fund my proposal...
• Mr. Harcourt: You'll what? Flush your career down the toilet, just like your grandfather? You have a lot of potential, Milo. Don't throw it all away chasing fairy tales.
• Milo Thatch: But I can prove Atlantis exists!
• Mr. Harcourt: You want to go on an expedition? (tosses Milo a coin) Here. Take a trolley to the Potomac and jump in! Maybe the cold water will clear your head. Heinz!

(The car drives off, soaking Milo's maps and leaving him dejected)

Milo and the heroes meet Helga and Mr. Whitmore

(At Milo's apartment, Milo arrive)

• Milo Thatch: I'm home. Fluffy. (walks in) Here kitty.

(He turns on the lamp but nothing happened, then a woman was there on his chair)

• ?????: Milo James Thatch.
• Milo Thatch: Who… who are you? How did you get in here?
• ?????: I came down the chimney. Ho, ho, ho. My name is Helga Sinclair. I’m acting on behalf of my employer, who has a most intriguing proposition for you. Are you interested?
• Milo Thatch: Your… your... your... employer Heh. who's your employer?

(Thunder is heard as the car drives across the drive through the gate and into a mansion, as the scene cuts to Milo entering inside with Helga)

• Helga Sinclair: This way, please. And don’t drip on the Caravaggio. Step lively. Mr. Whitmore does not like to be kept waiting.

(He enter an elevator as they go down and Helga is straightening up Milo)

• Helga Sinclair: You will address him as "Mr. Whitmore" or "Sir." You will stand unless asked to be seated. Keep your sentences short and to the point. Are we clear?

(Milo gulps and the elevator finally stops at a room with pictures and artifacts)

• Helga Sinclair: And relax. He doesn’t bite… often.

(Milo look through the room as he then sees a portrait of Milo's grandfather)

• Milo Thatch: Grandpa?
• ?????: Finest explorer I ever met. Preston Whitmore. Pleasure to meet you, Milo. And your friends too.

(Milo shakes Whitmore's foot as Whitmore relaxes himself)

• Preston Whitmore: Join me in a little yoga?
• Milo Thatch: Uh, no, no. Thank you. Did you really know my grandfather?
• Preston Whitmore: Oh, yeah. Met old Thaddeus back in Georgetown. Class of ‘66. We stayed close friends till the end of his days. [Grunting] Even dragged me along on some of his danged fool expeditions. Thatch was crazy as a fruit bat, he was. He spoke of you often.
• Milo Thatch: Funny. He… he never mentioned you.
• Preston Whitmore: Oh, he wouldn’t. He knew how much I liked my privacy. [Grunting] I keep a low profile.
• Milo Thatch: Mr. Whitmore, should I be wondering why I'm here?
• Preston Whitmore: Look on that table.

(Then, Milo goes to the table where a package is on it)

• Preston Whitmore: Ah! It’s for you.
• Milo Thatch: It’s… it’s from my grandfather.
• Preston Whitmore: He brought that package to me years ago. He said if anything were to happen to him, I should give it to you when you were ready whatever that means.

(Milo then opens it and reveals to be a book and Milo recognizes what it is)

• Milo Thatch: It… It can’t be. It’s the Shepherd’s Journal. Mr. Whitmore, this journal is the key… to finding the lost continent of Atlantis!
• Preston Whitmore: Atlantis! Ha ha ha! I wasn’t born yesterday, son.

(He goes behind the fold and then gets undressed)

• Milo Thatch: No, no, no. Look… Look at this. Coordinates. Clues. It’s all right here.
• Preston Whitmore: Yeah, looks like gibberish to me.
• Milo Thatch: That’s because it’s been written in a dialect that no longer exists.
• Preston Whitmore: So it’s useless.
• Milo Thatch: No, no, just difficult. I’ve spent my whole life studying dead languages. It’s not gibberish to me.

(Mr. Whitmore comes out with his fancy suit)

• Preston Whitmore: Ah, it’s probably a fake.
• Milo Thatch: Mr. Whitmore, my grandfather would have known if this were a fake. I would know. I will stake everything I own, everything that I believe in, that this is the genuine Shepherd’s Journal.

(They go to the table)

• Preston Whitmore: All right, all right. So what do you want to do with it?
• Milo Thatch: Well, Ill… Ill… I’ll get funding. I mean, Ill… The museum…
• Preston Whitmore: They’ll never believe you.
• Milo Thatch: I’ll show them! I will make them believe.
• Preston Whitmore: Like you did today?
• Milo Thatch: Yes! Well, no. How did you… Forget about them, OK? Never mind! I will find Atlantis on my own. I mean, if I have to rent a rowboat!
• Preston Whitmore: Congratulations, Milo. This is exactly what I wanted to hear. But forget the rowboat, son. (He presses a button) We’ll travel in style.

(Then, the models of the expedition machines appeared)

• Preston Whitmore: It’s all been arranged, the whole ball of wax.
• Milo Thatch: Why?
• Preston Whitmore: For years your granddad bent my ear with stories about that old book. I didn’t buy it for a minute. So finally I got fed up and made a bet with the old coot. I said, "Thatch, if you ever actually find that so-called journal not only will I finance the expedition but I’ll kiss you full on the mouth." Imagine my embarrassment when he found the darn thing.

(He shows the photo of him and Thaddeus spitting in disgust when he did it)

• Preston Whitmore: Now I know your grandfather’s gone, Milo. God rest his soul, but Preston Whitmore is a man who keeps his word. You hear that, Thatch? I’m going to the afterlife with a clear conscience, by thunder!

(He chuckles and then sighs as he stands in front of the fireplace)

• Preston Whitmore: Your grandpa was a great man. You probably don’t realize how great. Those buffoons at the museum dragged him down, 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.
• Milo Thatch: But, Mr. Whitmore, you know, in order to do what you’re proposing, you’re gonna need a crew.
• Preston Whitmore: Taken care of!
• Milo Thatch: You’ll need engineers and… and geologists.
• Preston 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.
• Milo Thatch: Where was it?

(Whitmore shows the picture of the crew, and Thaddeus with the Shepherd's journal)

• Preston Whitmore: Iceland.
• Milo Thatch: I knew it! I knew it!
• Preston Whitmore: 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.

(Milo lays down on the chair in shock and surprised)

• Milo Thatch: This is for real.
• Preston Whitmore: Now you’re catching on.
• Milo Thatch: All right. OK. L-l-I’ll have to quit my job.
• Preston Whitmore: It’s done. You resigned this afternoon.
• Milo Thatch: I did?
• Preston Whitmore: Yep. Don’t like to leave loose ends.
• Milo Thatch: Um, my apartment. I have to give notice.
• Preston Whitmore: Taken care of.
• Milo Thatch: My clothes?
• Preston Whitmore: Packed.
• Milo Thatch: My books?
• Preston Whitmore: In storage.
• Milo Thatch: My cat?

(Then his cat, Fluffy appeared on his shoulder, meowing)

• Milo Thatch: My gosh.
• Preston Whitmore: Your granddad had a saying. "Our lives are remembered by the gifts we leave our children." (hands the journal to Milo) This journal is his gift to you, Milo.

(Milo looks at the journal)

• Preston Whitmore: Atlantis is waiting. What do you say?
• Milo Thatch: 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.

On a Ship/Meeting Commander Rourke and the expedition group

(Milo is on a ship, with him barfing. And then to the whole ship which is sailing onward. Then go back to Milo.)

• Milo Thatch: Carrots. Why is there always carrots? I didn’t even eat carrots. (almost barfs again as he hold it in)
• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: (over the PA system) Attention. All hands to the launch bay. To whoever took the "L" from the Motor Pool sign… ha ha, we are all very amused.

(Milo had down to the launch bay and comes across a person)

• Milo Thatch: Excuse me? I need to, uh, report in?

(It was Helga)

• Helga Sinclair: Yes, Mr. Thatch?
• Milo Thatch: Aah! Uh, it’s you!

(A man on wagon is being loaded down)

• ???: Blondie, I got a bone to pick with you.
• Helga Sinclair: Hold that thought. (goes to the man) What is it this time, Cookie?
• Jebidiah Allardyce "Cookie" Farnsworth: You done stuffed my wagon full to busting with non-essentials. Look at all this! Cinnamon, oregano, cilantro. What in the cock-a-doodle is cilantro? (Throws out the crate and picks up lettuce) And what is this?
• Helga Sinclair: That would be lettuce.
• Jebidiah Allardyce "Cookie" Farnsworth: Lettuce? Lettuce?!
• Helga Sinclair: It’s a vegetable, Cookie. The men need the four basic food groups.
• Jebidiah Allardyce "Cookie" Farnsworth: I got your four basic food groups! Beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard!

(Then the warning alarm sounds)

• Helga Sinclair: All right, cowboy. Pack it up and move it out.
• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: (over the PA system) Attention. All hands to the launch bay. Final loading in progress.

(The heroes and the men go to the elevator and they made it to the next floor, where the submarine, the Ulysses is there)

• Vinny Santorini: Hey, junior. If you're looking for the pony rides, they're back there.
• Milo Thatch: Um, excuse me, excuse me. You dropped your dy-dy-dy-dynamite. (Nervous laugh) What else have you, uh, got in there?
• Vinny Santorini: Oh, eh, gunpowder, nitroglycerin, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue, and...paper clips; big ones. You know, just, uh, office supplies.

(Vinny then walks off)

• Preston Whitmore: Milo! Where you been? I want you to meet Commander Rourke. He led the Iceland team that brought the Journal back.
• Commander Rourke: Milo Thatch. Pleasure to meet the grandson of old Thaddeus. I see you got that journal. Nice pictures, but, I prefer a good western myself.
• Preston Whitmore: Pretty impressive, eh?
• Milo Thatch: Boy, when you settle a bet, y-you settle a bet.
• Preston Whitmore: Well, your granddad always believed you couldn't put a price on the pursuit of knowledge.
• Milo Thatch: Well, uh, believe me, this'll be a small change compared to the value of what we're gonna learn on this trip.
• Commander Rourke: Yes, this should be enriching for all of us.
• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: (over the PA system) Attention all personnel. Launch will commence to 15 minutes.
• Commander Rourke: Mr. Whitmore.
• Preston Whitmore: Rourke.
• Commander Rourke: It's time.
• Milo Thatch: (Tripping to launching the submarine) Bye, Mr. Whitmore!
• Preston Whitmore: Make us proud, boy!

(The door closes down as the Ulysses gets ready for launch)

• Diving Officer: Rig ship for dive!
• Chief of the Watch: Aye, sir! Rig ship for dive.
• Commander Rourke: Lieutenant, take her down.
• Helga Sinclair: Diving officer, submerge the ship.
• Diving Officer: Aye!
• Helga Sinclair: Make the depth 1-5-0 feet.
• Diving Officer: Make the depth 1-5-0 feet.
• Intercom: Dive, dive! 5 degrees down bubble.
• Diving Officer: Take us down!

(They press all the button and then the sub is launched into the water as Whitmore gives a thumbs up and he puts his crossed fingers behind his back. The Ulysses dives down into the ocean as Milo looks through the window and the Ulysses continues to dive down further)

(With Milo)

• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: (but over the PA system) Attention. Tonight's supper will be baked beans. Musical program to follow...Who wrote this?

(Milo goes in his cabin and lays on the bed, a pair of telescopic eyes looks at him)

• Milo Thatch: Aah! (bang his head)
• Gaetan "Mole" Moliere: You have disturbed the dirt.
• Milo Thatch: Uh, pardon me?
• Gaetan "Mole" Moliere: You have disturbed the dirt! Dirt from around the globe, (Pulls off blanket, exposing clumps of dirt with little European flags) spanning the centuries! (gasps) What have you done?! England must never merge with France!
• Milo Thatch: What's it doing in my bed?
• Gaetan "Mole" Moliere: You ask too many questions. Who are you? Who sent you? Speak up!
• Milo Thatch: Me? I'm, uh--
• Gaetan "Mole" Moliere: Bah! I will know soon enough. (grabs Milo's hand)
• Milo Thatch: Hey-hey-hey! Let go!
• Gaetan "Mole" Moliere: Do not be such a crybaby. Hold still. (takes a tiny dirt sample from Milo's fingernail with tweezers) Aha! There you are. (gasps) Now tell me your story, my little friend. (looks at dirt with his magnifying goggles) Parchment fibre from the Nile Delta circa 500 B.C., lead pencil No. 2, paint flecks of a type used in government buildings, you have a cat, short hair Persian, two years old, third in a litter of seven. These are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker. (licks it dirt twice) And (menacingly) linguist.
• Milo Thatch: Hey, how did you--
• Gaetan "Mole" Moliere: (throws Milo's bags and jacket at him) This is an outrage! You must leave at once! Out, out, out, out, out!

(He tries to push Milo out of cabin until he runs into Sweet)

• Dr. Joshua Sweet: (To Milo) Uh-oh. Sat in the dirt, didn't you? (To Mole) Moliere, now what have I told you about playing nice with the other kids?

(Mole tries to protest, but Sweet holds up a bar of soap and shoves it in Mole's face)

• Dr. Joshua Sweet: Get back! I got soap, and I'm not afraid to use it.

(Mole hisses at the soap bar.)

• Dr. Joshua Sweet: Back, foul creature! Back to the pit from which you came!

(Sweet whips his towel at Mole, who flees to the top bunk, and runs to his bed.)

• Dr. Joshua Sweet: (to Milo) The name's Sweet, Joshua Sweet. Medical officer.
• Milo Thatch: Yeah. Milo Thatch.
• Dr. Joshua Sweet: Milo Thatch. You're my 3:00. (reaches into his back and pulls out a saw) Well, no time like the present.
• Milo Thatch: (stares at the saw) Oh, boy.
• Dr. Joshua Sweet: Nice, isn't it? The catalogue says that this little beauty can saw through a femur in 28 seconds. I'm bettin' I can cut that time in half. (puts the saw away and comes out with a tongue depressor) Now, stick out your tongue and say "Ahh."
• Milo Thatch: Oh, no, really, I have a-- (Sweet puts tongue depresser in his mouth) Ah!
• Dr. Joshua Sweet: So, where you from?

(Milo grunts something)

• Dr. Joshua Sweet: Really? I have family up that way. Beautiful country up there! Do you do any fishing?

(Milo mumbling)

• Dr. Joshua Sweet: Me? I hate fishing. I hate fish. Hate the taste, hate the smell and hate all them little bones. (as he speaks he does several things from putting the depressor away to taking Milo's pulse, then finally pulls up two bottles) Here, I'm gonna need you to fill these up.
• Milo Thatch: (spits out thermometer) With what?!
• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: (on PA) Would Milo Thatch please report to the bridge?
• Milo Thatch: (under his breath) Thank you. (to Sweet) I mean, uh, uh, nice meeting you.

(He runs off)

• Dr. Joshua Sweet: (watching Milo run off) Uh-huh, nice meeting you too.

(Mole watches silently the entire while)

In the Ulysses/Milo's presentation/The Leviathan attacks the Ulysses

(Then the sub goes further down as it operates)

• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: Then I says to him, "what's wrong with my meatloaf?" And he says to me.....oh. Hang on a second, Margie, I've had another call. Sir, we're approaching coordinates. Hello, Margie? Yes, so anyhow, he says...

(Milo comes through and goes up the steps)

• Commander Rourke: Alright, let's have a look around.
• Helga Sinclair: Aye, sir. Set course to 2-4-0. on the bow planes. Come right 2-4-0.
• Commander Rourke: Welcome to the bridge, Mr. Thatch. OK, everybody, I want you to give Mr. Thatch your undivided attention.
• Milo Thatch: Good afternoon. Can everyone hear me OK?

(Then a girl, Audrey blows her bubble gum)

• Milo Thatch: Heh, OK, uh, how… how ‘bout some slides? The… the first slide is a depiction of a creature. A creature so frightening that sailors were said to be driven mad by the mere sight of it.

(He puts in a slide and it shows Milo in his swimsuit with his cat. The crew laughs at this)

• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: Hubba, hubba.
• Milo Thatch: Uh, I’m sorry. That’s… wrong.
• Audrey Rocio Ramirez: (Spanish accent) Geez, I used to take lunch money from guys like this.
• Milo Thatch: Anyway, this, uh… OK. (He puts the correct slide in and it shows a creature attacking a ship) This is an illustration of the Leviathan the creature guarding the entrance to Atlantis.
• Vinny Santorini: With something like that, I would have white wine, I think.
• Milo Thatch: It’s a mythical sea serpent. He’s described in the Book of Job. The… the Bible says "Out of his mouth go burning lights, sparks of fire shoot out." But more likely it’s a carving or a sculpture to frighten the superstitious.
• Commander Rourke: So we find this masterpiece. Then what?
• Gaetan "Mole" Moliere: When do we dig?
• Milo Thatch: Actually, we don’t have to dig. You see, according to the Journal,.. (draws the diagram of an tunnel and an underwater cave) the path to Atlantis will take us down a tunnel at the bottom of the ocean, and we’ll come up a curve into an air pocket right here, where we’ll find the remnants of an ancient highway that will lead us to Atlantis. Kind of like the grease trap in your sink.
• Helga Sinclair: Cartographer, linguist, plumber. Hard to believe he’s still single.
• Gaetan "Mole" Moliere: You said there’d be digging.
• Helga Sinclair: (pushes Mole away) Go away, Mole.
• Helmsman: Captain, you’d better come look at this, sir.
• Commander Rourke: OK, class dismissed. Give me exterior lights.

(The sub has turned on the lights and the crew see a bunch of wrecked ships from years ago as the crew are shocked to see how many wrecked there were)

• Helga Sinclair: Look at that.
• Milo Thatch: There are ships here from every era.

(The Ulysses swims through the shipwreck, as something moved from the ground and then swims away. And then, it reveals to be a creature swimming underneath the Ulysses and vanished between the rocks)

(Packard puts a smoke igniting match, turns the radio static, while hearing the Leviathan and calling the hydrophone to Rourke.)

• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: Commander, I think you should hear this.
• Milo Thatch: (To Rourke and Helga, He looking the shepherd's journal, but Packard is on the P.A system phone) "Predeshtem..."
• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: Commander?
• Milo Thatch: "...logtu nug..."
• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: Commander?
• Milo Thatch: "...nah geb. Enter the lair of the Leviathan."
• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: Commander?
• Milo Thatch: "There you will find the path to the gateway."
• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: Commander?
• Commander Rourke: Yes, Mrs. Packard. What is it?
• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: I'm picking up something on the hydrophone, I think you should hear.
• Commander Rourke: Put it on speakers.

(Packard puts it on speakers, about the sound of the moaning and whooshing is heard over the speakers. And then, the creature swims observing the Ulysses and goes off elsewhere)

• Commander Rourke: What is this? A pod of whales?
• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: Uh-uh. Bigger.
• Helga Sinclair: It sounds metallic. Could be an echo off one of the rocks.
• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: Do you want to do my job? Be my guest.
• Milo Thatch: Is it just me, or is that getting louder?

(Then the sound stops as the crew are puzzled)

• Helga Sinclair: Well, whatever it was, it's gone now.
• Commander Rourke: Helmsman! Bring us about. Tighten our search pattern and slow us-

(Then something hits the Ulysses as the heroes fall down. The creature swims on top of it. Audrey runs through the room)

• Audrey Rocio Ramirez: Out of the way!

(Then she goes up the ladder. And then the creature roars as it swims and hits the Ulysses again, and Audrey sees water coming inside)

• Commander Rourke: Tell Cookie to melt the butter and bring out the bibs. I want this lobster served up on a silver platter.
• Helga Sinclair: Load the torpedo bays! Subpod crews, battle stations!

(The Leviathan hits the ship again, knocking Helga to the rails)

• Ensign: Battle stations!

(The men, Vinny, and Mole jump in the subpods as they get ready for battle)

• Commander Rourke: (on the intercom system) Steady, boys. Don't panic!

(Then Leviathan grabs the Ulysses and Milo falls down to the window and look at the mechanical eye)

• Milo Thatch: Jiminy Christmas! It's a machine!

(The leviathan holds on to the submarine, and Audrey goes to the door and while the men run through and the two made it out from the water except for one)

• Commander Rourke: Launch sub-pods!
• Ensign: Sub-pods away!

(Sub-pods launch among the Submarine to going to the Leviathan)

• Commander Rourke: (On the intercom system, to Vinny and Mole) Fire!

(The sub-pods shoot the torpedoes to the Leviathan and drop the submarine)

• Commander Rourke: We're free, all ahead full!
• Tigger: The Leviathan. It's coming to get us!
• Rabbit: Oh, my. Oh, my! It's all my fault!
• Pooh: Oh, bother!
• Eeyore: Homph!

(The Leviathan escapes the submarine, and attacks the sub-pods)

• Commander Rourke: Fire torpedoes!
• Ensign: Fire torpedoes!
• Tigger: YAAAAAAAAH!!

(The Leviathan gets hit by torpedoes, however, the Leviathan retaliates by firing an electric bolt blasts that severely damages the submarine. Then, the screws start bursting apart as Audrey runs and goes up the ladder)

• Audrey Rocio Ramirez: Get me the bridge!
• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: Sir, it's engineering on 4.
• Audrey Rocio Ramirez: Rourke! We took a big hit down here, and we're taking on water fast! I don't wanna be around when it hits the boilers!
• Commander Rourke: How much time do we have?
• Audrey Rocio Ramirez: 20 minutes, if the bulkhead holds. (hears a distant explosion) You better make that 5.
• Commander Rourke: You heard the lady. Let's move!

(They make a run for it)

• Milo Thatch: Move? Where? Move where?
• Helga Sinclair: Packard, sound the alarm!
• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: (on her phone) He took his suitcase? Marge, honey, I don't think he's coming back.
• Helga Sinclair: Packard!
• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: I have to call you back. (slight pause) No, no, I'll call you.

(Milo runs through the hall putting on his coat)

• Wilhelmina Bertha Packard: (Over the PA System) All hands, abandon ship.
• Helga Sinclair: (to Milo, Audrey and Sweet in the Aqua-Evac) Move it, people! Sometime today would be nice! (Gets inside the Aqua-Evac) Come on! Everybody grab a seat and buckle in.
• Commander Rourke: Lieutenant, get us out of here!

(The submarine is going down deep in ocean, The Leviathan roars like a Gallimimus from Jurassic Park)

• Commander Rourke: Lieutenant!
• Helga Sinclair: I'm working on it!

(The Leviathan roars swims deep down underneath it. An another electric bolt blasts and blows up the ship submarine. She takes on a brake and the door opens up)

• Helga Sinclair: Hang on.

(It then pursues the escape before the Submarine getting explosion killing all the crew, and the Leviathan chases swims down in the deep ocean to sub-pods and aqua-evacs)

• Commander Rourke: Where to, Mr. Thatch?
• Milo Thatch: We're looking for a big crevice of some kind.
• Commander Rourke: (pointed to crevasse) There! Up ahead.
• Helga Sinclair: All craft, make your mark 20 degrees down angle.
• Chief of the Watch: Roger! 20 degrees down angle.
• Gaetan "Mole" Moliere: Right behind you!

(The Leviathan swims around through, it roar attack to destroying a few with its claws a subpod)

• Gaetan "Mole" Moliere: Sacré bleu!
• Man: We're getting killed out here!

(The Leviathan knocked over the side, it roars in pain. However, when the survivors pass through a crevasse, the Leviathan becomes stuck. The Leviathan destroys another escape sub as the rest escape before the last crew of the crew escapes into an underground cave system)

• Sailor: Look out!

(It destroys a aqua-evac, but the another aqua-evac and another sub-pod still there)

• Milo Thatch: (increasingly panicked) It's only a grease trap, it's just like a sink! It's only a grease trap, it's just like a sink!!

(However, it continues to fire electric blasts at them, and they avoided the blasts can, until the sub-pod and aqua-evac goes up, the sub-pod breaks his glass, it durable hulls, everybody out the sub-pod and aqua-evac with the crew, as Helga turns a flashlight on, while seen where we going as well)

Taking Kida away/The expedition group sides with Milo/King Kashekim's story and death

• Dr. Joshua Sweet: That's right. It's your decision.
• Milo Thatch: Oh, my decision? Well, I think we've seen how effective my decisions have been. Let's recap. I lead a band of plundering vandals to the greatest archeological find in recorded history, thus enabling the kidnap and/or murder of the royal family, also gotten Nella's pendant taken by a bunch of crooks who want revenge on Tino and his friends, not to mention personally delivering the most powerful force known to man INTO THE HANDS OF A MERCENARY NUTCASE WHO'S PROBABLY GONNA SELL IT TO THE KAISER!!! HAVE I LEFT ANYTHING ELSE!!!!?
• Rabbit Well, you kinda did cause the fire bugs set the camp on fire and dropped us down in that big hole.
• Milo Thatch: Thank you. Thank you very much.

(He walks to the rocks and sits down sulking)

• Dr. Joshua Sweet: Of course, it’s been my experience when you hit bottom the only place left to go is up.
• Milo Thatch: (Sighs) Who told you that?
• Dr. Joshua Sweet: A fella by the name of Thaddeus Thatch.