Lemuria: The Lost Empire
Disclaimer: I do not own Golden Sun or Atlantis: The Lost Empire!
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Ivan: There is something I don't get.
Sammi: What?
Ivan: What was the part that wasn't in the original movie have to do with anything?
Sammi: It's a pathetic attempt to get me into the storyline. Now anyways, let's start filming!
(a car drives up to a creepy-looking mansion. Ivan and Menardi get out and go into the creepy loking mansion)
Ivan: *looking around in awe at the stuff in the mansion*
Menardi: This way. And don't drip on the expensive carpet-looking thingiemabob.
(they get into an elevator)
Menardi: You will address him as 'Captain Whitmore' or 'Sir', always stand unless asked to be seated, keep your sentences short and to the point. Is that clear?
Ivan: *gulp* *nods head*
(elevator stops. Ivan nervously walks out)
Menardi: And RELAX. He doesn't bite-often. *disappears*
Ivan: *walks to the center of the room. Sees a picture of the Captiain of the Tolbi bound Ship (who will be furthermore known as COTTBS) and his grandfather* Grandpa?
COTTBS: Finest scientist dude person I ever met. We stayed close friends until he bit the dust.
Ivan: Mister Whitmore, should I be wondering why I'm here?
COTTBS: Look at that table there.
Ivan: *looks at the table and sees a book wrapped in paper* *unwraps it*
COTTBS: Your granpa said that if he died, I should give it to you when you were old enough, whatever that means...
Ivan: It's the ADEPT'S JOURNAL!!!!
COTTBS: What?
Ivan: The ADEPT'S JOURNAL!!!! It's the KEY to finding the LOST CONTINENT of LEMURIA!
COTTBS: Oh, it's useless.
Ivan: Not useless, just hard. See? Coordinates, clues-it's all here!
COTTBS: Looks like gibberish to me.
Ivan: No, no, I spent my entire life studying this stuff, so it's not gibberish to ME.
COTTBS: Ah, it's probably a phony...
Ivan: My grandpa would know if this was fake! I would know!
COTTBS: So what are you gonna do?
Ivan: I'll get funding! The big important people-
COTTBS: They'll never believe you!
Ivan: I have PROOF! I will MAKE them believe!
COTTBS: Like you did this morning?
Ivan: YES-no....Look, Mr. Whitmore, I will find Lemuria, I mean, if I have to ride out to the ocean on a Mercury Djinn-
COTTBS: Congrats, Ivan. This is EXACTLY what I wanted to hear. But forget the Djinn, son-we'll travel in STYLE! *pushes button and model of submarine appears*
Ivan: Amazing...
COTTBS: It's all been arranged. The whole thing down to every last detail.
Ivan: But why?
COTTBS: For years, your grandpa wouldn't shut up on the subject. Lemuria this, Lemuria that! Finally, I got fed up and made a deal with the old coot. I said, 'Thatch, if you ever find that Adept's Journal thingiemabob, not only will I fund you expidition, but I'll kiss you full on the mouth!' Imagine my embarrasment when he foung the stupid thing. And PRESTON WHITMORE IS A MAN WHO KEEPS HIS WORD! Ya hear that, Thatch! I'm goin' to the land of the dead with a clear conscience , by Jupiter! Your grandpa was a great man....you probably can't even imagine half of his greatness. Those stupid big important guys made people think he was insane. He died a broken man. If I could bring back one bit of proof-that'd be enough for me. Ah, Thatch.....What are we standin around for!? There's work to do!
Ivan: but to do what you're proposing, you're gonna need a crew-
COTTBS: Already got em. Best of the best. Picard Santorini, who specializes in blowing stuff up. Busted him out of a Madoran prison. Agatio Moliere, geology and excavations. He's an insane person who likes to dig. Jenna Ramirez, engineering, don't let her age fool you, she's learned more about engines than you and I will ever know. The best of the best. They'r eall here. They're the same team that brought the journal back.
Ivan: Where was it?
COTTBS: Imil!
Ivan: I knew it!
COTTBS: All we need now is an expert in gibberish.
Ivan: I'll have to quit my job-
COTTBS: It's done. You resigned this afternoon.
Ivan: I did?
COTTBS: Yup. Don't like to leave loose ends.
Ivan: My apartment, I'll have to move out-
COTTBS: Done.
Ivan: My clothes?
COTTBS: Packed.
Ivan: My books?
COTTBS: In storage.
Ivan: My cat?
Cat: Meow!
Ivan: My gosh!
COTTBS: So it's up to you. You can build on the foundation you grandpa left, or you can go back to tending the stupid A/C.
Ivan: This is for real...
COTTBS (sarcastically): Really? What tipped you off?
Ivan: I'm your man, Mr. Whitmore! You will not regret this! I'm so excited, I just can't hold it in!
(on a boat)
(a very seasick Ivan is leaning over the edge of the boat)
(he throws up)
Ivan: Carrots...Why's it always carrots? I didn't even eat carrots!
ROLFT's voice: Will Mr. Thatch please report to the bridge...and whoever took the 'L' from the MOTOR POOL sign, ha-ha, we are all very amused.
Ivan: *starts walking*
Girl (who happens to be the one who was muttering earlier, and also happens to be Sammi): *not looking where she is going and runs into Ivan* Oh, hi, Mr. Ivan! Thanks again for letting me on this expidition!
Ivan: No problem!
(when he gets there)
Menardi: *turns around* Good day, Mr. Thatch.
Ivan: AH! It's you again! *under his breath* The stupid evil monkeys ALWAYS curse me with bad luck....
(Kraden drives up in a wagon)
Kraden: I've got a bone to pick with you, blondie.
Menardi: This better be good, cookie, or I'll fry you.
Kraden: What's the meaning of all this? You done filled my wagon completely full to bustin' with non-essentials! Parsley, garlic, paprika, CILANTRO!? What am I gonna do with CILANTRO!?
Menardi: *rolls eyes*
Kraden: *picks up green leafy veggie* WHAT'S THIS!? EWWWW!!!!
Menardi: Lettuce.
Kraden: Lettuce!? *pretends to throw up* LETTUCE!?
Menardi: It's a, like, VEGGIE, Cookie. We all like, totally need the like, four basic like, food groups!
Kraden: I got you four basic food groups! Beans bacon, whiskey, and lard!
ROLFT's voice:All hands report to the launch base!
Menardi: Pack it up, idiot cowboy!
(after they are down to submarine level)
(Ivan is confused, not knowing where to go. He accidentally runs into Picard)
Picard: Hey, kid, if you're looking for the merry-go-round, it's back there. *walks off*
Ivan: Ummmm...sir? You forgot you dy-dy-dynamite...
Picard: Oh, thanks.
Ivan: Say, what else have you got with you?
Picard: Ummm...matches, wicks, fuses, glue, cherry bombs, notepads, and...paperclips. Big ones. You know, uhhh...office supplies.
Ivan: Right........
COTTBS: IVAN! COME OVER HERE!
Ivan: What is it, Mr. Whitmore?
COTTBS: I want you to meet Commander Rourke. He's the same guy who led the Imil team!
Iodem: Pleasure to meet the grandson of old Thaddeus. I see you have the journal. Nice pictures. I prefer Old Western myself.
COTTBS: Pretty impressive, huh?
Ivan: Man, when you settle a bet, you settle a bet!
(all crew members get into submarine)
Sammi: Okay, that'sa where we'll stop for the day!
(after filming)
Sammi: Ya know how both Atlanteans and Lemurians live a long time?
Ivan: Yeah, what about 'em?
Sammi: Well, you know the king in the movie? The original one?
Ivan: Yeah.
Sammi: Well, since Lemurians and Atlaneans are so much alike...Ya see, Picard is 200,000 some odd years old, and he still looks young. The atlantean king actually looks old, so he must be a million, billion, gazillion, bajillion...
(two hours later)
Sammi:...Kachillion trillion years old.
Ivan: T_T That's nice.
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How did ya like it? As always, plz review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Golden Sun or Atlantis: The Lost Empire!
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Ivan: There is something I don't get.
Sammi: What?
Ivan: What was the part that wasn't in the original movie have to do with anything?
Sammi: It's a pathetic attempt to get me into the storyline. Now anyways, let's start filming!
(a car drives up to a creepy-looking mansion. Ivan and Menardi get out and go into the creepy loking mansion)
Ivan: *looking around in awe at the stuff in the mansion*
Menardi: This way. And don't drip on the expensive carpet-looking thingiemabob.
(they get into an elevator)
Menardi: You will address him as 'Captain Whitmore' or 'Sir', always stand unless asked to be seated, keep your sentences short and to the point. Is that clear?
Ivan: *gulp* *nods head*
(elevator stops. Ivan nervously walks out)
Menardi: And RELAX. He doesn't bite-often. *disappears*
Ivan: *walks to the center of the room. Sees a picture of the Captiain of the Tolbi bound Ship (who will be furthermore known as COTTBS) and his grandfather* Grandpa?
COTTBS: Finest scientist dude person I ever met. We stayed close friends until he bit the dust.
Ivan: Mister Whitmore, should I be wondering why I'm here?
COTTBS: Look at that table there.
Ivan: *looks at the table and sees a book wrapped in paper* *unwraps it*
COTTBS: Your granpa said that if he died, I should give it to you when you were old enough, whatever that means...
Ivan: It's the ADEPT'S JOURNAL!!!!
COTTBS: What?
Ivan: The ADEPT'S JOURNAL!!!! It's the KEY to finding the LOST CONTINENT of LEMURIA!
COTTBS: Oh, it's useless.
Ivan: Not useless, just hard. See? Coordinates, clues-it's all here!
COTTBS: Looks like gibberish to me.
Ivan: No, no, I spent my entire life studying this stuff, so it's not gibberish to ME.
COTTBS: Ah, it's probably a phony...
Ivan: My grandpa would know if this was fake! I would know!
COTTBS: So what are you gonna do?
Ivan: I'll get funding! The big important people-
COTTBS: They'll never believe you!
Ivan: I have PROOF! I will MAKE them believe!
COTTBS: Like you did this morning?
Ivan: YES-no....Look, Mr. Whitmore, I will find Lemuria, I mean, if I have to ride out to the ocean on a Mercury Djinn-
COTTBS: Congrats, Ivan. This is EXACTLY what I wanted to hear. But forget the Djinn, son-we'll travel in STYLE! *pushes button and model of submarine appears*
Ivan: Amazing...
COTTBS: It's all been arranged. The whole thing down to every last detail.
Ivan: But why?
COTTBS: For years, your grandpa wouldn't shut up on the subject. Lemuria this, Lemuria that! Finally, I got fed up and made a deal with the old coot. I said, 'Thatch, if you ever find that Adept's Journal thingiemabob, not only will I fund you expidition, but I'll kiss you full on the mouth!' Imagine my embarrasment when he foung the stupid thing. And PRESTON WHITMORE IS A MAN WHO KEEPS HIS WORD! Ya hear that, Thatch! I'm goin' to the land of the dead with a clear conscience , by Jupiter! Your grandpa was a great man....you probably can't even imagine half of his greatness. Those stupid big important guys made people think he was insane. He died a broken man. If I could bring back one bit of proof-that'd be enough for me. Ah, Thatch.....What are we standin around for!? There's work to do!
Ivan: but to do what you're proposing, you're gonna need a crew-
COTTBS: Already got em. Best of the best. Picard Santorini, who specializes in blowing stuff up. Busted him out of a Madoran prison. Agatio Moliere, geology and excavations. He's an insane person who likes to dig. Jenna Ramirez, engineering, don't let her age fool you, she's learned more about engines than you and I will ever know. The best of the best. They'r eall here. They're the same team that brought the journal back.
Ivan: Where was it?
COTTBS: Imil!
Ivan: I knew it!
COTTBS: All we need now is an expert in gibberish.
Ivan: I'll have to quit my job-
COTTBS: It's done. You resigned this afternoon.
Ivan: I did?
COTTBS: Yup. Don't like to leave loose ends.
Ivan: My apartment, I'll have to move out-
COTTBS: Done.
Ivan: My clothes?
COTTBS: Packed.
Ivan: My books?
COTTBS: In storage.
Ivan: My cat?
Cat: Meow!
Ivan: My gosh!
COTTBS: So it's up to you. You can build on the foundation you grandpa left, or you can go back to tending the stupid A/C.
Ivan: This is for real...
COTTBS (sarcastically): Really? What tipped you off?
Ivan: I'm your man, Mr. Whitmore! You will not regret this! I'm so excited, I just can't hold it in!
(on a boat)
(a very seasick Ivan is leaning over the edge of the boat)
(he throws up)
Ivan: Carrots...Why's it always carrots? I didn't even eat carrots!
ROLFT's voice: Will Mr. Thatch please report to the bridge...and whoever took the 'L' from the MOTOR POOL sign, ha-ha, we are all very amused.
Ivan: *starts walking*
Girl (who happens to be the one who was muttering earlier, and also happens to be Sammi): *not looking where she is going and runs into Ivan* Oh, hi, Mr. Ivan! Thanks again for letting me on this expidition!
Ivan: No problem!
(when he gets there)
Menardi: *turns around* Good day, Mr. Thatch.
Ivan: AH! It's you again! *under his breath* The stupid evil monkeys ALWAYS curse me with bad luck....
(Kraden drives up in a wagon)
Kraden: I've got a bone to pick with you, blondie.
Menardi: This better be good, cookie, or I'll fry you.
Kraden: What's the meaning of all this? You done filled my wagon completely full to bustin' with non-essentials! Parsley, garlic, paprika, CILANTRO!? What am I gonna do with CILANTRO!?
Menardi: *rolls eyes*
Kraden: *picks up green leafy veggie* WHAT'S THIS!? EWWWW!!!!
Menardi: Lettuce.
Kraden: Lettuce!? *pretends to throw up* LETTUCE!?
Menardi: It's a, like, VEGGIE, Cookie. We all like, totally need the like, four basic like, food groups!
Kraden: I got you four basic food groups! Beans bacon, whiskey, and lard!
ROLFT's voice:All hands report to the launch base!
Menardi: Pack it up, idiot cowboy!
(after they are down to submarine level)
(Ivan is confused, not knowing where to go. He accidentally runs into Picard)
Picard: Hey, kid, if you're looking for the merry-go-round, it's back there. *walks off*
Ivan: Ummmm...sir? You forgot you dy-dy-dynamite...
Picard: Oh, thanks.
Ivan: Say, what else have you got with you?
Picard: Ummm...matches, wicks, fuses, glue, cherry bombs, notepads, and...paperclips. Big ones. You know, uhhh...office supplies.
Ivan: Right........
COTTBS: IVAN! COME OVER HERE!
Ivan: What is it, Mr. Whitmore?
COTTBS: I want you to meet Commander Rourke. He's the same guy who led the Imil team!
Iodem: Pleasure to meet the grandson of old Thaddeus. I see you have the journal. Nice pictures. I prefer Old Western myself.
COTTBS: Pretty impressive, huh?
Ivan: Man, when you settle a bet, you settle a bet!
(all crew members get into submarine)
Sammi: Okay, that'sa where we'll stop for the day!
(after filming)
Sammi: Ya know how both Atlanteans and Lemurians live a long time?
Ivan: Yeah, what about 'em?
Sammi: Well, you know the king in the movie? The original one?
Ivan: Yeah.
Sammi: Well, since Lemurians and Atlaneans are so much alike...Ya see, Picard is 200,000 some odd years old, and he still looks young. The atlantean king actually looks old, so he must be a million, billion, gazillion, bajillion...
(two hours later)
Sammi:...Kachillion trillion years old.
Ivan: T_T That's nice.
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How did ya like it? As always, plz review!
