Treasure Planet

Captain Amelia:
Doctor, you have... wonderful eyes.

Doctor Doppler:
She's lost her mind!

Doctor Doppler:
It's the suit, isn't it? I should never have listened to that pushy two-headed saleswoman... this one said it fit, that one said it was my color, I don't know what to do, I get so flustered.

Jim Hawkins:
So, uh, how'd that happen anyway?

John Silver:
You give up a few things, chasing a dream.

Jim Hawkins:
Was it worth it?

John Silver:
I'm hoping it is, Jimbo. I most surely am.

John Silver:
Now, you listen to me, James Hawkins. You got the makings of greatness in you, but you got to take the helm and chart your own course. Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes you get the chance to really test the cut of your sails, and show what you're made of! Well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off you that day.

Doctor Doppler:
Dang it, Jim. I'm an astronomer, not a doctor! I mean, I am a doctor, but I'm not that kind of doctor. I have a doctorate, it's not the same thing. You can't help people with a doctorate. You just sit there and you're useless!

Doctor Doppler:
Excuse me, brutish pirate?

Doctor Doppler:
Yes, you. I have a question. Is it that your body is too massive for your teeny-tiny head, or is it that your head is too teeny-tiny for your big fat body?

Doctor Doppler:
Yes, I'm sure you will! But before you do, I have one more question!

Doctor Doppler:
Is this yours?

Captain Amelia:
You've met my first officer, Mr. Arrow. Sterling, tough, dependable, honest, brave and true.

Mr. Arrow:
Please Captain...

Captain Amelia:
Oh, shut up, Arrow. You know I don't mean a word of it.

Captain Amelia:
Let me make this as monosyllabic as possible. I don't much care for this crew *you* hired. They're... How did I describe them, Arrow? I said something rather good this morning before coffee.

Mr. Arrow:
A ludicrous parcel of driveling galoots, ma'am.

Captain Amelia:
There you go! Poetry.

Sarah Hawkins:
Jim, I don't wanna lose you.

Jim Hawkins:
Mom, you won't. I'll make you proud.

John Silver:
Jimbo! Playing games... are we?

Jim Hawkins:
Yeah. Yeah, we're playing games.

John Silver:
Oh, I see. Well, I was never much good at games. Always hated to lose.

Jim Hawkins:
Me, too!

John Silver:
Look at you! Glowing like a solar fire. You're something special, Jim. You're gonna rattle the stars, you are!

Billy Bones:
He's a comin'. Can ya hear 'im? Those gears and gyros clickin' and whirrin' like the devil himself!

Jim Hawkins:
Hit your head there pretty hard, didn't ya?

Onus:
We are going to need a bigger boat!

Onus:
We were better off on exploding planet!

Scroop:
Do say hello to Mr. Arrow...

Jim Hawkins:
Tell him yourself!

Jim Hawkins:
All that talk of greatness, light coming off my sails. What a joke.

John Silver:
Now, see here, Jimbo...

Jim Hawkins:
I mean, at least you taught me one thing. "Stick to it", right? Well, that's just what I'm gonna do! I'm going to make sure that you never see one "drubloon" of *my* treasure!

John Silver:
That treasure is owed me, by 'tunder!

Jim Hawkins:
Well, try to find it without *my* map, "by 'tunder"!

John Silver:
Ohhh, you still don't know how to pick you fights, do ya, boy? Now, mark me. Either I get that map by dawn t'morrow or so help me, I'll use the ships cannons t'blast ya'll ta kingdom come!

Doctor Doppler:
Well, Jim, this should be a wonderful opportunity for the two of us to get to know one and other. You know what they say. "Familiarity breeds..." um... well, "contempt". But, in our case...

Doctor Doppler:
I'm fluent in "flatula", Jim. Took two years of it in high school.

[Jim has been escorted home by two police robots]

Police Robot 1:
[to Sarah Hawkins] We apprehended your son operating a solar vehicle in a restricted area.

Police Robot 2:
Moving Violation 9-0-4, Section 15, Paragraph... um...

Jim Hawkins:
Six?

Police Robot 2:
Thank you.

Jim Hawkins:
Don't mention it.

Sarah Hawkins:
[in exasperation] Jim!

Police Robot 1:
As you are aware, ma'am, this constitutes a violation of his probation.

Sarah Hawkins:
[stuttering for an explanation] Yes, yes- No, I mean, I understand, but, um, co-couldn't we just-?

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
[interrupting] Um, pardon me, officers, if I might, uh, interject here? I am the noted astrophysicist Dr. Delbert Doppler. Perhaps you've heard of me? [awkward silence] No? I have a clipping.

Police Robot 1:
Are you the boy's father?

Delbert and Sarah:
Oh! Good heavens, no!

Sarah Hawkins:
Eww! He's just an old friend of the family.

Both Police Robots:
[to Delbert] Back off, sir!

Sarah Hawkins:
Thank you, Delbert. I will take it from here.

Delbert:
Well, Sarah, if you insist. [under his breath] Don't ever let me do that again.

Police Robot 1:
[to Sarah] Due to repeated violations of statute 15-C, we have impounded his vehicle. Any more slip-ups will result in a one-way ticket to Juvenile Hall.

Police Robot 2:
Kiddie hoosegow.

Police Robot 1:
The slammo.

Sarah Hawkins:
Thank you, officers. [towards Jim, firmly] It won't happen again.

Police Robot 1:
We see his type all the time, ma'am.

Police Robot 2:
Wrong choices.

Police Robot 1:
Dead-enders.

Police Robot 2:
Losers.

[Jim glares at them.]

Police Robot 1:
[tips his hat] You take care now.

Police Robot 2:
Let's motor.

[They depart, leaving an awkward silence behind them]

[A ship crash-lands on the Benbow Inn's pier. Jim rushes over and knocks on the door's window.]

Jim Hawkins:
Hey, mister? Hey, mister, you're okay in there, right?

[A clawed hand slams against the window, startling Jim. The door opens and Billy Bones, a tortoise-like alien, emerges with a small storage chest.]

Billy Bones:
[coughs, grabs Jim's collar] He's a-comin'. Can ya hear 'im? [extending his neck towards Jim] Those gears and gyros, clickin' and whirrin' like the devil himself!

Jim Hawkins:
[nervously] Uh, hit your head there pretty hard, didn't ya?

Billy Bones:
[lifting up his chest] He's after me chest. That fiendish cyborg, an' his band of cutthroats...! But they'll have to pry it from ol' Billy Bones' cold, dead fingers afore I-- [collapses, dropping the chest and coughing uncontrollably]

Jim Hawkins:
Oh, my... Uh, come on, give me your arm. [holding him up] That's it. [helps Bones back to the Inn, with the chest]

Billy Bones:
[weakly] Good lad...

Jim Hawkins:
[drily] Mom's gonna love this.

[Sarah looks at video recordings of a younger Jim]

Sarah Hawkins:
I keep dreaming one day I'll open that door, and there he'll be, just the way he was. A smiling, happy little boy, holding a new pet and begging me to let him keep it. [chuckles]

[Delbert opens the front door, revealing Jim carrying Billy Bones]

Sarah Hawkins:
[gasps] James Pleiades Hawkins--!

Jim Hawkins:
Mom, he's hurt! Bad! [lays Bones onto the floor]

Billy Bones:
[weakly] Me chest, lad. [Jim pushes his chest towards him, and he enters a combination, making it open] He'll be comin' soon... [takes out a wrapped bundle] Can't let them find this!

Jim Hawkins:
Who's coming?

Billy Bones:
[pulls Jim towards him and whispers in his ear] The cyborg! Beware the cyborg! [gasps out his last breath and collapses, dead]

Jim Hawkins:
[after discovering the map to Treasure Planet] Mom, this is it! This is the answer to all our problems!

Sarah Hawkins:
Jim, there is absolutely no way--

Jim Hawkins:
Don't you remember? All those stories?

Sarah Hawkins:
That's all they were; stories.

Jim Hawkins:
[frustrated] With that treasure, we could rebuild the Benbow a hundred times over!

Sarah Hawkins:
Well, this-- it's just-- oh, my. Delbert, would you please explain how ridiculous this is?

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
It's totally preposterous, traversing the entire galaxy alone.

[Jim rolls his eyes]

Sarah Hawkins:
Now at last, we hear some sense.

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
That's why I'm going with you! [pulls out a suitcase]

Sarah Hawkins:
Delbert!

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
[runs around packing things] She'll use her savings to finance the expedition; I'll commission a ship, hire a captain and a crew...

Sarah Hawkins:
You're not serious?

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
[slides down a tower of books] All my life, I've been waiting for an opportunity like this, and here it is screaming! "Go, Delbert! Go, Delbert...!"

Sarah Hawkins:
[frustrated] Okay, okay! You're both grounded! [sighs]

Jim Hawkins:
Mom, look. I 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.

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
If I may? [quietly speaks to her] You said yourself, you've tried everything. There are much worse remedies than a few character-building months in space.

Sarah Hawkins:
Are you saying this because it's the right thing or because you really wanna go?

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
I really, really, really, really want to go. And it's the right thing.

[Sarah turns to Jim with a worried expression]

Sarah Hawkins:
Jim... I don't wanna lose you.

Jim Hawkins:
[smiles] Mom... You won't. we'll make you proud.

[Sarah smiles back]

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
Well, ahem, there we are, then. We'll begin preparations at once. Jim, my boy, soon we'll be off to the spaceport.

Captain Amelia:
Dear Charlotte. To mule and blabber about a treasure map in front of this particular crew demonstrates a level of ineptitude that borders on the imbecilic. And I mean that is a very caring way.

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
[taken aback] "Imbecilic," did you say? Foolishness! I've got--

Captain Amelia:
[interrupting] May I see the Map, please?

[Delbert looks at Jim, Jim has a refusing look on his face. Delbert then gestures for him to give it up in a more serious manner. Jim tosses the Map to the Captain.]

Jim Hawkins:
[flatly] Here.

[The Captain catches the Map, then looks at it with an observing smile.]

Captain Amelia:
Hmm! Fascinating. [She then heads over to a cabinet and places the Map in a small chest.] Mr. Hawkins, in the future, you will address me as "Captain" or "Ma'am." Is that clear?

[Jim doesn't reply, but instead, rolls his eyes and looks away.]

Captain Amelia:
[glances back at Jim with a serious look and speaks in a more serious tone.] Mr. Hawkins?

Jim Hawkins:
[flatly and somewhat annoyed, but still respectful] Yes, ma'am.

Captain Amelia:
That'll do. [closes the cabinet and locks it. Puts the key in her pocket.] Gentlemen, this must be kept under lock and key when not in use. And, Doctor, again - with the greatest possible respect - zip your howling screamer.

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
Captain, I assure you that--

Captain Amelia:
[interrupting] Let me make this as... monosyllabic as possible. I... don't much care for this crew you hired. They're-- How did I describe them, Arrow? I said something rather good this morning before coffee.

Mr. Arrow:
"A ludicrous parcel of driveling galoots", ma'am.

Captain Amelia:
[smiles smugly] There you go, poetry.

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
[indignant] Now, see here--!

Captain Amelia:
Doctor, I'd love to chat - tea, cake, the whole shebang - but I have a ship to launch, and you've got your outfit to buff up. Mr. Arrow, please escort these two neophytes down to the galley straightaway. Young Hawkins will be working for our cook, Mr. Silver.

Jim Hawkins:
[stops poking at a navigation tool and looks up, surprised] W-uh, what? The cook?

[Down at the galley]

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
That woman! That... feline! Whom does she think is working for whom?!

Jim Hawkins:
It's my map, and she's got me bussin' tables--

Mr. Arrow:
[sternly interrupting] I'll not tolerate a cross word about our captain! There's no finer officer in this or any galaxy.

[They see a figure standing in a dark corner with a knife, whistling]

Mr. Arrow:
Mr. Silver!

[Silver turns around to greet the trio, revealing his mechanical arm, leg, ear, and eye]

John Silver:
Why, Mr. Arrow, sir! Bringin' such fine-lookin' distinguished gents to brace me humble galley? Had I known, I'd have tucked in me shirt! [tucks in his apron and chuckles while Jim observes his mechanical body parts.]

Jim Hawkins:
[whispering to himself, remembering Billy Bones's dying warning] A cyborg!

Mr. Arrow:
May I introduce Dr. Doppler, the financier of our voyage.

John Silver:
[uses his cyborg eye to observe Doppler's suit] Love the outfit, doc!

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
[Uncomfortably] Uh... thank you. Love the eye! [Trying to divert Silver's attention] This young lad is Jim Hawkins.

John Silver:
Jimbo! [Holds out his arm for Jim to shake it, but there are five sharp tools instead of five fingers. Silver notices and switches it to a hand. Jim glares at the arm and Silver untrusting. Silver simply smiles and prepares a dish.] Ah, now, don't be too put off by this hunk o' hardware. [Switches from hand to small knife-like scissors. Slices up some shellfish into a bowl. Switches from scissors to cleaver to cut up some vegetables, but he does this without looking and almost cuts off his left hand. Has a shocked look and then just smiles again.] Whoa! Heh-heh. [Switches the cyborg arm from cleaver to three clawed mini-arms. Throws three eggs and cracks them into the bowl.] These gears have been tough gettin' used to, but they do come in mighty handy from time to time. [Switches his arm as he throws the bowl on top and fire comes shooting out for a couple seconds. Pours the stew into a pot set on top of an open stove and adds some salt. Takes out a spoon and tries it to see if it's just right. Has an approving smile on his face. Pours some stew into two bowls, one for Delbert and one for Jim.] Here, now. Have a taste of me famous Bonzabeast Stew.

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
[sniffing, and then tasting the stew] Mmm! Delightfully tangy, yet robust.

John Silver:
Old family recipe. [Doppler sees an eyeball float to the top of the stew and yelps.] In fact, that was part of the old family! [laughs heartily] Ah, I'm just kiddin', doc. [Takes out the eye and swallows it.] I'm nuttin' if I ain't a kidder. [Sees Jim hesitating.] Go on, Jimbo, have a swig.

[Jim looks at the spoon again. Suddenly the top turns into a little pink face stuffed with the stew. The rest of the spoon does the same, revealing the form of smiling, pink blob. Turns into a straw and devours the rest of the stew in a flash.]

John Silver:
Morph! You jiggle-headed blob o' mischief! So that's where you was hidin'!

[Morph peeks over the top of the bowl, chatters, then belches. He floats up and rubs against Jim's cheek.]

Jim Hawkins:
Heh. What is that thing?

Morph:
[imitating Jim] "What is that thing?"

[Jim touches Morph, who then shapeshifts into a miniature version of Jim.]

John Silver:
He's... a Morph. I rescued the little shapeshifter on Proteus One.

[Morph transforms back and floats over the Silver; they cuddle each other.]

John Silver:
Aw, he took a shine to me. We've been together ever since.

[Bell rings up on deck.]

Mr. Arrow:
We're about to get underway. Would you like to observe the launch, Doctor?

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
[thrilled] Would I?! Does an active galactic nucleus have superluminal jets?! [awkward silence] I'll follow you.

[Jim starts to follow them out, but is stopped by Arrow.]

Mr. Arrow:
Mr. Hawkins will stay here, in your charge, Mr. Silver.

John Silver:
[spits out the stew, surprised] Beggin' your pardon, sir, but, uh--

Mr. Arrow:
Captain's orders! See to it the new cabin boy's kept busy.

[Both Jim and Silver attempt to protest, giving up simultaneously as Arrow departs.]

John Silver:
So... Cap'n's put you with me, eh? [walks around Jim]

Jim Hawkins:
[flatly] Whatever.

John Silver:
[smiles and starts to prepare another dish.] Ah, who be a humble cyborg to argue with a Cap'n?

Jim Hawkins:
Yeah... [Grabs a purp from a barrel and starts to walk around.] Ya know... These purps, they're kinda like the ones back home... On Montressor. Ya ever been there?

John Silver:
Ah... Can't says I have, Jimbo.

Jim Hawkins:
[taking a bite out of the purp] Come to think of it, just before I left, I met this old guy who was, uh... He was kind of looking for a cyborg buddy of his.

John Silver:
Is that so?

Jim Hawkins:
Yeah. What was that old salamander's name? Oh, yeah. Bones. Billy Bones?

John Silver:
Bones? BONES? ...Eh, 'tain't ringin' any bells. Must've been a different cyborg. There's a slew of cyborgs roamin' this port.

John Silver:
Ah, 'tis a grand day for sailing, Cap'n. And look at you! You're as trim and as bonnie as a sloop with new sails and a fresh coat of paint!

Captain Amelia:
You can keep that kind of flim-flammery for your spaceport floozies, Silver!

Morph:
[turns into a miniature Captain Amelia and mockingly imitates her] Spaceport floozies, spaceport floozies!

John Silver:
[hurriedly hides Morph under his hat] Aw, you cut me to the quick, Captain. I speaks nuttin' but me heart at all times-

Morph:
[starts raising Silver's hat, this time imitating Silver] Nuttin' but me heart!

Scroop:
Cabin boys should learn to mind their own business.

Jim Hawkins:
Why? You got something to hide, bright-eyes?

[Angered, Scroop snatches Jim up.]

Scroop:
Maybe your ears don't work so well.

Jim Hawkins:
Yeah. [grunts] Too bad my nose works just fine.

Scroop:
Why, you impudent little...!

[Scroop slams Jim against the mast. Members of the crew gather to egg him on.]

Krailoni:
Go ahead! Slice him, dice him!

Scroop:
[holding a claw to Jim's throat] Any last words, cabin boy?

John Silver:
[grabs Scroop's claw] Mr. Scroop... you ever see what happens to a fresh purp when you squeeze real hard? [he squeezes Scroop's claw, making him gasp in pain and drop Jim]

Mr. Arrow:
[approaching] What's all this, then? You know the rules. There'll be no brawling on this ship. Any further offenders will be confined to the brig for the remainder of the voyage. [glares at Scroop] Am I clear, Mr. Scroop?

Scroop:
[glares at Mr. Arrow, but is given a warning scowl by Silver] Transparently. [gives one last glare at Arrow as he and the other ship members leave]

John Silver:
Well, done, Mr. Arrow, sir! A tight ship's a happy ship, sir! [angrily grabs the mop and turns towards Jim] Jimbo, I gave you a job!

Jim Hawkins:
Hey, I was doing it, until that bug thing...

John Silver:
BELAY THAT!!! [hands Jim the mop] Now, I want this deck swabbed spotless, and heaven help ye if I come back and it's not done! Morph? [Morph appears] Keep an eye on this pup, let me know if there be anymore distractions.

Morph:
OK. Aye-yie! [Morph's eyes become big as he stares at Jim while he mops]

[After Jim's argument with Scroop, Jim continues mopping the deck while Morph keeps an eye on him]

Jim Hawkins:
Well, this has been a fun day, huh? Makin' new friends, like that spider psycho.

Morph:
[turns into a miniature version of Scroop and tiptoes towards Jim creepily] Spider psycho. Spider psycho.

Jim Hawkins:
A little uglier.

Morph:
[laughs maniacally]

Jim Hawkins:
Pretty close.

[Morph shrugs]

John Silver:
[Morph turns back to normal when John Silver walks on the deck to dump out the trash] Well, thank heavens to little miracles. Up here for an hour, and the deck's still in one piece.

Jim Hawkins:
Um... look, I... what you did, thanks.

John Silver:
[looks at him sympathetically] Didn't your pap ever teach you to pick your fights a bit more carefully? [Jim looks away] Your father not the teachin' sort?

Jim Hawkins:
No. He was more the taking-off-and-never-coming-back sort.

John Silver:
[sympathetically] Oh... Sorry, lad.

Jim Hawkins:
Hey, no big deal. I'm doing just fine.

John Silver:
Is that so? [smirks] Well, since the Captain has put you in my charge, like it or not, I'll be pounding a few skills into that thick head of yours to keep you out of trouble.

Jim Hawkins:
What?

John Silver:
From now on, I'm not lettin' you out of me sight!

Jim Hawkins:
You can't d--!

John Silver:
You won't so much as eat, sleep, or scratch your BUM without my say-so!

Jim Hawkins:
Don't do me any favors!

John Silver:
Oh, you can be sure of that, lad! You can be sure of that! [laughs]

[Captain Amelia has just saved the crew from a black hole.]

Dr. Doppler:
Captain! That--oh, my goodness. That was--that was absolutely--that was the most--

Captain Amelia:
Oh, tish-tosh. Actually, Doctor, your astronomical advice was most helpful.

Dr. Doppler:
Well, uh, uh--thank you. Thank you very much. Well, l have a lot of help to offer anatomically--amanamonically--uh-astronomically. [slaps himself on forehead]

Captain Amelia:
All hands accounted for, Mr. Arrow? [He is nowhere to be seen] Mr Arrow?

Scroop:
[Approaches, holding Arrow's hat] I'm afraid Mr. Arrow has been lost. [Amelia stares at the hat in horror] His lifeline was not secured.

[The crew members glare at Jim, who was in charge of securing the lifelines. Jim turns to Amelia, who gives him an angry yet sad look]

Jim Hawkins:
No, I checked them ALL! [Jim pushed the crew aside to reveal that Arrow's lifeline is missing.] I did. I checked them all. They were secure. I swear...

[Jim is brooding on the rigging after Mr. Arrow's death, moving a piece of rope through his hands, when Silver stands next to him smoking his pipe. After a long pause, Silver speaks.]

John Silver:
It weren't your fault, you know.

Jim Hawkins:
[sighs deeply]

John Silver:
Why, half the crew would be spinning in that black abyss if not for-

[Jim angrily tosses the rope he's holding off the ship and jumps down onto the deck next to Silver]

Jim Hawkins:
Look, don't you get it?! I screwed up! I mean, for two seconds, I thought that maybe I could do something right, but... [he then yells in frustration before standing by the mast away from Silver.] Just forget it. Forget it.

[He then places his hand on his forehead, while Silver looks at him with pity, before placing his own hand on Jim's shoulder to turn him around.]

John Silver:
Now, you listen to me, James Hawkins. You got the makings of greatness in you, but you gotta take the helm and chart your own course! Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes, you'll get the chance to really test the cut of your sails and show what you're made of! And... well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off you that day.

[Silver and some of the crew are privately plotting over mutiny. Unbeknownst to them, Jim is watching from within a barrel of fruit.]

Birdbrain Mary:
Look, all I'm saying is, we're sick of all this waiting!

Hands:
So, there's only three of them left.

Grewnge:
We are wanting to move!

John Silver:
We don't move we got the treasure in hand!

Scroop:
I say we kill them all now.

John Silver:
[grabs him by the neck angrily] "I say"?! What's this "I say"?! Disobey my orders again, like that stunt you pulled with Mr. Arrow, and so help me, you'll be JOINING HIM! [throws him at the barrel]

Scroop:
Strong talk... but I know otherwise.

[He reaches into the barrel. Jim passes him a purp to avoid being discovered.]

Silver:
You got something to say, Scroop?

Scroop:
[smiles sinisterly] It's that boy. [Silver is unnerved] Methinks you have a soft... [pierces the fruit with his pincer] spot for him.

Silver:
[pauses, then regains composure] Now mark me, the lot of ya! I care about one thing and one thing only - Flint's trove! You think I'd risk it all for the sake of some... nose-whiping little whelp?!

[In the barrel, Jim is shocked and hurt.]

Scroop:
[taunting] What was it now? "Oh, you got the makings of greatness in ya..."

Silver:
SHUT YOUR YAP! I cozied up to the kid to keep him off our scent. But I ain't gone soft!

[After Dr. Doppler shoots a piece of machinery, causing the walkway to break, sending several pirates falling towards Treasure Planet]

Captain Amelia:
[surprised] Did you actually aim for that?

Dr. Doppler:
[equally surprised] You know, actually I did?

Captain Amelia:
Mr. Hawkins, the map, if you please.

[Jim pulls out the Map but it turns into Morph, who is laughing]

Jim Hawkins:
Morph?! MORPH, WHERE'S THE MAP?!

[Morph shapeshifts into a rope coil and the Map falling into the coil, meaning the map is still on the ship.]

Jim Hakwins:
ARE YOU SERIOUS?! IT'S BACK ON THE SHIP?!

Captain Amelia:
Stifle that blob and get low. [she sees the longboat flying past the sky.] We've got company.

[Amelia looks up the longboat and turns to Jim.]

Captain Amelia:
We need a more defensible position. [Amelia gives Jim a gun] Mr. Hawkins, scout ahead.

Jim Hawkins:
Aye, Captain.

Jim Hawkins:
I gotta find a place to hide, and there's pirates chasing me--

B.E.N.:
Oh, pirates! Don't get me started on pirates! I don't like them. I remember Captain Flint. This guy had such a temper.

Jim Hawkins:
Wait, wait, wait. You knew Captain Flint?

B.E.N.:
I think he suffered from mood swings, personally. I'm not a therapist in any way, but I--you let me know when I'm rambling!

Jim Hawkins:
[sighs] Look, if you're gonna come along, you're gonna have to stop talking.

B.E.N.:
HUZZAH! Ha-ha-ha! Oh, this is fantastic! Me and my best buddy are lookin' for a...

Jim Hawkins:
[clears throat]

B.E.N.:
[whispers] Being quiet.

Jim Hawkins:
And you have to stop touching me.

B.E.N.:
Touching and talking. Those are my two big no-nos.

Jim Hawkins:
Boy. You are really something. [walks around Sliver] All that talk of greatness? Light coming off my sails? What a joke.

John Silver:
Now, just see here, Jimbo--

Jim Hawkins:
I mean, at last you taught me one thing. Stick to it, right? Well, that just what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna make sure that you never see one drabloon of my treasure!

John Silver:
[angry] THAT TREASURE IS OWED ME, BY 'TUNDER!!!

Jim Hawkins:
[very angry] WELL, TRY TO FIND IT WITHOUT MY MAP, "BY 'TUNDER"!!!

John Silver:
Oh, you still don't know how to pick your fights, do ya, boy?! Now mark me: either I get that map by dawn tomorrow, or so help me, I'LL USE THE SHIP'S CANNONS TO BLAST YE ALL TO KINGDOM COME!!!

Captain Amelia:
[delirious from injury] Gentlemen... we must stay together and... and... [groans]

Dr. Doppler:
And what? What?! [takes off glasses] We must stay together and what?!

Captain Amelia:
Doctor, you have... wonderful eyes.

Dr. Doppler:
She's lost her mind!

Jim:
Well, you gotta help her!

Dr. Doppler:
Dang it, Jim! I'm an astronomer, not a doctor! I mean, I am a doctor, but I'm not that kind of doctor! I have a doctorate, but it's not the same thing! You can't help people with a doctorate, you just sit there and you're useless!

Jim Hawkins:
[spots Captain Flint's skeleton] Captain Flint?

B.E.N.:
In the flesh! Well, s-sort of. Except for skin, organs... or anything that--that resembles flesh - that's not there.

Dr. Doppler:
All my life, I dreamed of an adventure like this. [sighs] I'm just sorry I couldn't have been... more helpful to you.

Captain Amelia:
Oh, don't be daft. You've been very helpful. Truly.

Dr. Doppler:
I feel like such a useless weakling... [hands slip out of the rope he was tied with] ...with abnormally thin wrists! [to Grewnge, the pirate guarding them, while pretending to still be tied up] Excuse me, brutish pirate.

Grewnge:
[belches]

Dr. Doppler:
Yes, you. I have a question. Is it that your body is too massive for your teeny-tiny head... or is it that your head is too teeny-tiny for your big, fat body?!

Grewnge:
[grabs Doppler] I PUMMEL YOU GOOD!

Dr. Doppler:
Yes, I'm sure you will, but before you do, I have one more question. [pulls out a gun and points it at Grewnge's belly, smirks] Is this yours?

[Silver has chosen Jim over the treasure.]

Jim Hawkins:
Silver, you gave up--?

John Silver:
Just a lifelong obsession, Jimbo. I'll get over it.

[With Captain Amelia still injured, Doppler's steering the ship.]

Captain Amelia:
Doctor, head us back to the portal.

Dr. Doppler:
Aye, Captain.

[Later]

Captain Amelia:
Down on the right! THE RIGHT!

Dr. Doppler:
I KNOW, I KNOW! WILL YOU JUST LET ME DRIVE?!

[first lines]

Narrator:
On the clearest of nights, when the winds of the Etherium were calm and peaceful, the great merchant ships, with their cargos of Arcturian solar crystals, felt safe and secure. Little did they suspect that they were persued by... pirates. And the most feared of all these pirates was the notorious Captain Nathaniel Flint.

Captain Flint:
[to crew] Fire!

[Jim and Silver are tying up a longboat after a brief excursion]

John Silver:
Oh, heh heh, Jimbo, if I could maneuver a skiff like that when I was your age, they'd be bowing in the streets when I walked by today! [slumps back against the boat's side]

Morph:
[turns into a miniature Silver and slumps back] Bowing in the streets!

Jim Hawkins:
Heh, I don't know, they weren't exactly singing my praises when I left home.

John Silver:
[wiping a towel makes a sweat] Heh. Whew.

Jim Hawkins:
But I'm gonna change all that.

John Silver:
Are you now? How so?

Jim Hawkins:
Uh, I got some plans. Gonna make people see me a little different.

John Silver:
Ooh. Sometimes - plans go astray.

Jim Hawkins:
Not this time.

John Silver:
Hmm.

[Silver tends to his mechanical leg; Morph turns into a wrench which Silver uses to tighten a joint]

John Silver:
Ah, thank you, Morphy.

Jim Hawkins:
[referring to Silver's robotic leg and arm] So, uh, how'd that happen anyway?

John Silver:
You give up a few things...chasin' a dream.

Jim Hawkins:
Was it worth it?

John Silver:
Heh. [sighs] I'm hoping it is, Jimbo. I most surely am.

Jim Hawkins:
Come on, come on...[fails to grab the gun as it floats away] No!

Scroop:
[cutting the pirate flag rope with his claw] Oh, yes. Do say hello to Mr. Arrow.

[Jim pulls down and grabs onto the mast. Scroop sees Jim grabbing on for life, and charges at him!]

Jim Hawkins:
Tell him yourself!

[Jim kicks Scroop to the pirate flag. Its rope broke free, then Scroop rises up in the air.]

Scroop:
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! [He disappeared into the sky]

B.E.N.:
[To Jim, as Delbert help Amelia in the cubby tree] Uh, pardon the mess, people, I yet. You'd think in a 100 years, I've would've dusted a little more often, but, you know and know. [picks up a chest game and throw down in the ground, he took a dress] When your batchin' it. [gasps in glee] You tend to, uh, let things go. [Delbert holding Amelia and put on the ground] Aw, isn't that sweet? I find old-fashioned romance so touching, don't you? How about drinks from the happy couple?

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
Ooh, uh, ooh. Uh, no. Ha-ha. [take off jacket] Thank you we don't drink and the... and the we're not a couple. [Amelia smiley emotion; clears throat] Look at the these markings. They're identical to the ones of the map. I suspect these are the hieroglyphic remnants of an ancient culture.

Captain Amelia:
Mr. Hawkins, stop anyone who tries to approach. Ohh!

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
[stays down to Amelia with his jacket like the pillow] Yes, yes. Now listen to me. Stop giving orders for a few milliseconds, and lie still.

Captain Amelia:
Very forceful, Doctor. Go on, say something else.

B.E.N.:
Hey, Look! There's some more of your buddies! [to crew] HEY FELLAS! WE'RE OVER HERE, FELLAS! [pirates aims and shoots at him] OH! UHH! OOH! OHH!

[Jim shoots to crews at the cubby tree house, but Silver tells the crews to stop shooting.]

John Silver:
STOP WASTIN' YOUR FIRE! [approaches the pirates] HELLO, UP THERE! [but what Jim look around at Silver, to get pirate flag from the longboat] Jimbo? If, uh, it's all right with the captain. I'd like a short word with ya. No tricks, just a little palaver.

Captain Amelia:
Come to bargain for the map, doubtless. Pestilential. [moans]

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
[sheepishly] Captain.

Jim Hawkins:
[flatly] That means...that he thinks we still have it.

John Silver:
[speaking to his crew] Now, if you pardon my plain speakin', gentlemen, are you all... [raises his voice and swings his sword around] STARK-RAVING, TOTALLY, BLINKING DAFT?! After all me finaglin' getting us hired as an upstandin' crew, you want to blow the whole mutiny before it's time?!

John Silver:
[After Jim discovers him and his crew planning mutiny] Change in plan, lads! WE MOVE NOW!

John Silver:
[Letting go of a literal shipload of treasure in order to save Jim] OH, BLAST ME FOR A FOOL!

Onus:
[as the Legacy reaches Treasure Planet] There it is! Feast eyes and click heels, if you got 'em!

Onus:
[after the map seemingly leads the pirates to a dead end] I see nothing! One great big stinking hunk of NOTHING!