Jonny Quest Versus the Cyber Insects

Jonny Quest:
We failed, haven't we, Chief Atacama?

Chief Atacama:
Many do not pass the Orinokon test of manhood the first time.

Jonny Quest:
But we overcame every obstacle! We reached the sacred circle!

Chief Atacama:
And then you ignored your friend's warning. Do you see the lesson in this? You were headstrong and impulsive, Jonny Quest. Before a child may enter the circle of adults, he must first learn the virtues of patience and caution.

Dr. Benton C. Quest:
Easier said than done, Chief Atacama. Whatever my son may be, he's never been patient. Or cautious.

Dr. Benton C. Quest:
These climatic anomalies are not limited to equatorial latitudes. It's too warm in Greenland, too dry in England.

Hadji:
[as his turban is almost blown off] And too windy in Mexico!

4-DAC:
Greetings, young Jonny. I apologize if I startled you.

Jonny Quest:
You shouldn't sneak up behind people like that, 4-DAC.

Hadji:
Yes, you were as quiet as a cobra.

4-DAC:
Ah. Perhaps I should shut down and program myself to make footsteps.

425:
Uh, I am sorry, sir. I failed.

Dr. Zin:
I cannot allow Benton Quest to discover my stealth satellite. Not yet.

425:
Don't worry, Dr. Zin. I'll stop Quest! Just wait!

Dr. Zin:
Wait for what, 425? More incompetence?

Dr. Zin:
Take the prisoners to the station's cargo bay, but not Quest and Belage. I have plans for them.

Dr. Benton C. Quest:
Something unpleasant, no doubt.

Dr. Zin:
Not at all, Dr. Quest. As compensation for your space station, I'd merely like to offer you and the brilliant Dr. Belage a tour of my asteroid fortress.

Dr. Eve Belage:
Do we have any choice?

Dr. Zin:
Not really.

4-DAC:
Though your plans seem sound on the surface, Dr. Zin, your logic is actually quite specious.

Dr. Zin:
Specious?

4-DAC:
Yes. Quite. Processing and storing large quantities of ethynol in this manner is extremely dangerous. You would be better advised to store it in closed containers.

Dr. Zin:
Oh, shut up.

[Zin hits 4-DAC, causing him to switch off]

Dr. Benton C. Quest:
4-DAC!

Dr. Zin:
You know, Quest, your robot's most endearing feature is his off switch.

Race Bannon:
A series of high-pressure storm systems blanketing the world! Impossible!

Jessie Kenyon:
Not if something hot was creating a strong convection current in one of the three principle jet streams.

Jonny Quest:
Oh, sure, a volcano is doing all this. Or how about a forest fire?

Dr. Benton C. Quest:
Don't be so quick to criticize, Jonny. Any reasonable theory must be explored, and Jessie's suggestion is quite reasonable.

Dr. Benton C. Quest:
[as Zin prepares to shoot down Quest Shuttle 2] Listen to me, Zin, you have no reason to destroy the shuttle! This asteroid is invisible to them!

427:
He's right, sir. Our base is cloaked with the finest stealth technology.

426:
Quest Team will never find us.

Dr. Zin:
True, but how can I pass up a chance to rid myself of Race Bannon and the ever-annoying Quest Team?

Dr. Zin:
Welcome to my parlor, said the good Dr. Zin to the Questling.

427:
[as he is about to be executed] No, this isn't fair! I wasn't in charge of watching Quest! Your bugs were responsible for guarding him! It's not my fault he escaped!

Dr. Zin:
Your "number" is up.

427:
Noooo!

[427 is thrown into a freezing chamber and frozen solid]

Dr. Zin:
Your argument leaves me... cold.

Dr. Zin:
We are under attack? Unbelievable! Who would dare attack me? The entire world is capitulating but this persistent little band of Questlings still insists on annoying me!

Dr. Benton C. Quest:
Fight it, Eve! We must maintain independence from the computer!

Dr. Zin:
How shall I put it? Resistance is... a waste of time.

4-DAC:
[trying to capture two Platinoids] Elevate your appendages immediately!

4-DAC:
Turbo ambulators don't fail me now!

Jessie Kenyon:
This is Quest Station's last known location.

Jonny Quest:
Could it have blown up?

Jessie Kenyon:
No way! There'd be twelve-thousand tons of debris floating out there!

Jessie Kenyon:
But how can an entire space station just disappear?

Hadji:
Yes, not even I am capable of that kind of magic.

Dr. Zin:
It is truly ironic that after years of searching for the perfect genetic material, I finally discovered it right "underfoot," you might say. Insects! Common, household insects, which I will use to conquer the Earth!

[Zin prepares to drain the scientists' memories with his computer]

Dr. Zin:
I apologize for any discomfort you may be experiencing, Doctors, but I assure you it is necessary to drain all your knowledge into my computer.

Dr. Eve Belage:
Zin, no! We won't survive!

Dr. Zin:
Can't make an omellette without breaking an egg. Sorry.

Jonny Quest:
You mean when we blow those things up, all the bits and pieces will grow back into new ones?

4-DAC:
Exactly.

Jessie Kenyon:
Then how would we ever destroy one?

4-DAC:
There are two ways. Thermal nuclear explosion...

Hadji:
[interrupting nervously] Let us rule that out for now.

Jessie Kenyon:
Jonny? I just wanted to remind you, you're not a kid anymore now that you know how to learn from your mistakes.

Jonny Quest:
Yeah, and thanks to all the mistakes I've been making, I've learned a lot lately.

Dr. Zin:
Thanks to your research, Dr. Belage, I now have the DNA extract of an extinct species of pseliopus cinctus, better known as... the assassin bug! And with this I should have no trouble transforming this larvae and all these others into perfect killing machines!

4-DAC:
[uploading a virus into Zin's computer] To paraphrase, revenge is a dish best served... via upload!