Opening[]
[Music playing as we see a grand majestic ship flying through space.]
NARRATOR: On the clearest of nights, when the winds of the Etherium were calm and peaceful, [Creaking] the great merchant ships with their cargoes of Arcturian solar crystals felt safe and secure. Little did they suspect, that they were pursued by ...
[a smaller, more sinister ship flies after its prey]
NARRATOR: ...Pirates. And the most feared of all these pirates was the notorious Captain Nathaniel Flint.
CAPTAIN NATHANIEL FLINT: Fire!
[The pirate ship fires cannons at the bigger ship and the two crews fight]
PASSENGERS: [All gasping]
PIRATES: Aah!
[We see a young Jim as he's watching this play out in his storybook.]
NARRATOR: Like a Candarian zap-wing overtaking its prey--[Door creaks]
SARAH: James Pleiades Hawkins! l thought you were asleep an hour ago.
JIM: Mom, I was just getting to the best part. Please?
SARAH: Oh, can those eyes get any bigger? Scootch over.
NARRATOR: Like a Candarian zap-wing overtaking its prey, Flint and his band of renegades swooped in out of nowhere.
PIRATES: [Jingling]
CAPTAIN NATHANIEL FLINT: Ha ha ha ha!
NARRATOR: And then, gathering up their spoils, vanished without a trace.
SARAH AND JIM: Ooh!
NARRATOR: Flint's secret trove was never found, but stories have persisted that it remains hidden, somewhere at the farthest reaches of the galaxy, stowed with riches beyond imagination, the loot of a thousand worlds.
JlM AND NARRATOR: Treasure Planet.
SARAH: OK. Blow your nose.
JIM: How do you think Captain Flint did it, Mom? How'd he swoop in out of nowhere and vanish without a trace?
SARAH: l have no idea. Come here, you, you li--I'm gonna get--oh! [Pffft]
JIM: [Giggling]
SARAH: OK, now it's time for this little spacer to go to sleep.
JIM: You think somebody'll ever find Treasure Planet?
SARAH: Sweetheart, I think it's more...like a legend.
JIM: I know it's real.
SARAH: You win, It's real.
JIM: Nighty-night, Mom.
SARAH: Nighty-night, sweetheart. l love you.
JIM: Love you, too. [Rustling as Jim takes out his book again.]
NARRATOR: There are nights when the winds of the Etherium so inviting in their promise of flight and freedom made one's spirit soar!
12 years later/Jim gets in trouble[]
[Jump ahead 12 years to a 15-year old Jim riding his solar surfer.]
JIM: Yaaaa-hoo!
[An alarm rings as he hits a fence and flies through a restricted area.]
JIM: Whoo! Come on! Whoo! Ha ha ha! Whoo-hoo! [Sirens blare as Jim gets pulled over.]
JIM: [Sarcastically] Oh, great.
[We see inside the Benbow Inn, it's a busy morning with Sarah racing around trying to serve everyone.]
MRS. DUNWIDDIE: Mrs Hawkins!
SARAH: I know--refill on the purp juice. Coming right up, Mrs. Dunwiddie. There we go. That's four powdered spheroids, two lunar eclipses, and it's a big bowl of Zorellian jelly worms, for the big boy!
ALIEN BOY: Awesome!
SARAH: Enjoy. Sorry, Delbert. It's been a madhouse here all morning.
DELBERT: No problem, Sarah. Ah! My Alponian chowder with the extra solara seed. Mmm! Yum!
ALIEN GIRL: [Sniffing]
DELBERT: Hello. What brings you here...curious little one? Go away. Are your parents around? What's the matter? Cat got your--yaah!
ALIEN GIRL: [Gulp]
SARAH: Oh, they're so adorable at that age.
DELBERT: Oh, yes...deplorable. Uh...adorable! Hmm. Speaking of which, how's Jim doing?
SARAH: Much better. I know he had some rough spots earlier this year, but I really think that he's starting to turn a corner.
[The police office robots slam open the door and barge inside with Jim in tow.]
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #1 : Mrs. Hawkins?
SARAH: [Drops dishes] Jim!
DELBERT: Ooh...wrong turn.
JIM: OK. Thanks for the lift, guys.
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #1: Not so fast. We apprehended your son operating a solar vehicle in a restricted area.
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #2: Moving violation 9-0-4, section fifteen, paragraph...um...
JIM: Six?
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #2: Thank you.
JIM: Don't mention it.
SARAH: Jim!
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #1: As you are aware, ma'am, this constitutes a violation of his probation.
SARAH: Yes, yes. No, I understand. Um, but could we just--
DELBERT: Um. ahem. pardon me. Officers, if I might, uh, interject here. I am the noted astrophysicist Dr. Delbert Doppler. Perhaps you've heard of me. No? Uh, I have a clipping.
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #1: Are you the boy's father?
DELBERT: Oh! Good heavens, no!
SARAH: No! Eww! He's just an old friend of the family.
ROBOT POLICE OFFICERS: BACK OFF, SIR!
SARAH: Thank you, Delbert. l will take it from here.
DELBERT: Well, Sarah, if you insist. Ahem. Don't ever let me do that again.
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #1: Due to repeated violations of statute 1 5-C, we have impounded his vehicle.
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #2: Any more slip-ups will result in a one-way ticket to Juvenile Hall.
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #1: Kiddie hoosegow.
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #2: The slammo.
SARAH: Thank you, officers. It won't happen again.
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #1: We see his type all the time, ma'am.
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #2: Wrong choices.
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #1: Dead-enders.
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #2: Losers.
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #1: You take care now.
ROBOT POLICE OFFICER #2: Let's motor.
[The entire Inn is silent as they all stare, then conversations resume]
SARAH: Jim, I have had it. Do you want to go to Juvenile Hall? ls that it? Jim? Jim, look at me. It's been hard enough keeping this place afloat by myself without you going--
JIM: Mom, it's no big deal. There was nobody around. Those cops just won't get off my--[Sarah looks at him sternly.]
JIM: Forget it.
MRS. DUNWIDDIE: Mrs Hawkins! My juice!
SARAH: Yes, l'll be right there, Mrs. Dunwiddie! Jim, I just don't want to see you throw away your entire future.
JIM: Yeah, what future?
Meeting Billy Bones/Pirates![]
[Cut to Jim sitting on the roof as a storm is approaching. He looks in the Inn through a window to see his mom and Delbert talking.]
DELBERT: I really don't know how you manage it. Sarah. Trying to run a business while raising a felon like--felon...fellow...fellow like Jim.
SARAH: Managing it? I'm at the end of my rope. Ever since his father left...well, Jim's just never recovered. And you know how smart he is. He built his first solar surfer when he was eight! And yet, he's failing at school, he is constantly in trouble, and when I talk to him, he's like a stranger to me. I don't know, Delbert. I've tried everything--
[Suddenly, there's the sound of engines sputtering as a ship crash lands near the Inn. Jim goes to investigate.]
JIM: Hey, Mister? Mister, you're OK in there, right?
BILLY BONES: [Growling]
JIM: Aah!
BILLY BONES: [Coughing] He's a-comin'. Can you hear him? Those gears and gyros clickin' and whirrin' like the devil himself!
JIM: Uh, hit your head there pretty hard, didn't ya?
BILLY BONES: He's after me chest...that fiendish cyborg and his band of cutthroats. [Straining] But they'll have to pry it from old Billy Bones' cold, dead fingers afore I--argh! [Coughing]
JIM: Oh, my--Uh, come on, give me your arm. That's it.
BILLY BONES: Good lad.
JIM: Mom's gonna love this.
[Sarah and Delbert are still talking in the Inn as it starts to rain outside. Sarah clicks the settings on the window so it looks like a garden is outside.]
SARAH: Thanks for listening, Delbert. [Sighs] It helps.
DELBERT: It's going to be OK. You'll see.
SARAH: l 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.
[Delbet opens the door to Jim with Billy Bones.]
SARAH: [Gasps] James Pleiades Hawkins!
JIM: Mom, he's hurt...bad!
BILLY BONES: Me chest, lad. [Gasping] [Groans as he opens the chest] He'll be comin' soon. Can't let them find this.
JIM: Who's coming?
BILLY BONES: [Whispering] The cyborg! Beware the cyborg! [Gasps]
[Just before he passes, Billy Bones gives Jim something wrapped in cloth]
SARAH: Ohh...[Sarah gasps]
[Suddenly a ship full of pirates lands outside. Jim “opens” the window a bit to the the pirates approaching, then pulls his mother upstairs]
JIM: Quick! We gotta go!
SARAH: Ohh!
[The pirates start firing into the Inn.]
DELBERT: Aah! I believe I'm with Jim on this one!
[Pirates shouting as the storm the Inn.]
DELBERT: Delilah! Hallelujah! [Delilah yelping excitedly] Stay! Don't move!
PIRATE: Where is it?!
SILVER: Find it!
DELBERT: Don't worry, Sarah. I'm an expert in the laws of physical science. On the count of three. One--
JIM: Three!
[All yelling as the fall into the carriage that Delilah is pulling.]
DELBERT: Go, Delilah! Go! Go! That's it! That's it! Go! Hyah! Hyah!
[As the ride away to safety, Jim unwraps the cloth Billy Bones gave him, revealing an odd bronze sphere with strange markings.]
A Sphered map/Jim decides to go to Treasure Planet[]
[Jump to Jim, Sarah, and Delbert all in Delbert's home.]
DELBERT: I just spoke with the constabulary. Those blaggard pirates have fled without a trace. [Clock chimes] I'm sorry, Sarah. I'm afraid the old Benbow lnn has burned to the ground. Ahem, well, certainly a lot of trouble over that odd little sphere. Those markings baffle me. Unlike anything I've ever encountered--
[The sphere starts to beep and whir as Jim messes with it.]
DELBERT: Even with my vast experience and superior intellect, it would take me years to unlock its--hey!
[Jim manages to unlock the sphere, encasing the room in green light as it shows a map of a multitude of galaxies.]
DELBERT: [Gasps] Why, it's a map! Wait. Wait, wait, wait! This is us, the planet Montressor. [Gasps] That's the Magellanic Cloud! Whoo! The Coral Galaxy! Oh! That's the Cygnus Cross and that's the Kerian Abyss. Wait. What's this? What's this? Why, it--it's...
JIM: Treasure Planet.
DELBERT: No!
JIM: That's Treasure Planet!
DELBERT: Flint's trove? The loot of a thousand worlds? You know what this means?
JIM: It means that all that treasure is only a boat ride away.
DELBERT: Whoever brings it back would hold an eternal place atop the pantheon of explorers! (epic) He'd be able to experience--[Click as the sphere closes and the map disappears] Whoo! What just happened?
JIM: Mom, this is it. This is the answer to all our problems.
SARAH: Jim, there is absolutely no way--
JIM: Don't you remember, all those stories?
SARAH: That's all they were--stories!
JIM: With that treasure, we could rebuild the Benbow a hundred times over!
SARAH: Well, this is--it's just--oh, my. Delbert, would you please explain how ridiculous this is?
DELBERT: It's totally preposterous, traversing the entire galaxy alone.
SARAH: Now at last we hear some sense!
DELBERT: That's why I'm going with you!
SARAH: Delbert!
DELBERT: l'll use my savings to finance the expedition. l'll commission a ship, hire a captain and a crew.
SARAH: You're not serious.
DELBERT: All my life l've been waiting for an opportunity like this and here it is screaming, "Go, Delbert! Go, Delbert! Go-"
SARAH: OK. OK! You're both grounded! [Sighs]
JIM: Mom. look. l 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.
DELBERT: Sarah? If I may? You said yourself, you've tried everything. There are much worse remedies than a few character-building months in space.
SARAH: Are you saying this because it's the right thing or because you really want to go?
DELBERT: l really, really, really, really want to go...and it's the right thing.
SARAH: [Sighs] Jim, l don't want to lose you.
JIM: Mom...you won't. l'll make you proud.
DELBERT: Well. uh. ahem, there we are then. We'll begin preparations at once. Jim, my boy, soon we'll be off to the spaceport.
The Journey begins/Meeting Captain Amelia, Mr. Arrow[]
[Zoom in on the crescent moon, which is actually a specifically shaped spaceport, massive and bustling with many different aliens and spacecraft. Jim walks out and sees different aliens all speaking various languages until Delbert comes in behind him wearing a giant metal suit.]
DELBERT: Jim! Oh, Jim! Wait for me! [Clanking] Well, Jim, this should be a wonderful opportunity for the two of us to get to know one another. You know what they say, familiarity breeds, um...well, contempt, but in our case--
JIM: Look, let's just find the ship. OK?
ANDROID: Second berth on your right!
HAIRY ALIEN: You can't miss it.
JIM: Hey, thanks.
DELBERT: It's the suit, isn't it? l should never have listened to that pushy two-headed saleswoman. This one said it fit, that one said it was my color. l didn't know what to do. l get so flustered. [Bumps into Jim] Ooh! Oh, Jim! This is our ship! The R.L.S. Legacy!
JIM: Whoa!
[They board the ship, and find the crew loading it with supplies.]
MR. ARROW: Stow those casks forward! Heave together now!
JIM: How cool is this? [Jim runs into another alien.]
MR. SNUFF: [Squishing noise.]
JIM: Sorry about that. l didn't mean--
MR. SNUFF: [Angry farting noises.]
DELBERT: Allow me to handle this. [Pfft pffft pffft.] [Eek eek eek eek.] [Poit.]
MR. SNUFF: [Chuckling.] [Eek pfft.]
DELBERT: I'm fluent in Flatula, Jim. Took two years of it in high school. [Pffft]
JIM: Flatula? Cool.
DELBERT: [Talking to Mr. Arrow] Good morning, Captain. Everything shipshape?
MR. ARROW: Shipshape it is, sir, but I'm not the captain. The captain's aloft.
[We see Captain Amelia jumping amongst the mast and sails before landing gracefully on the deck.]
AMELIA: Mr. Arrow, l've checked this miserable ship from stem to stern, and, as usual, it's...spot on. Can you get nothing wrong?
MR. ARROW: You flatter me, Captain.
AMELIA: [noticing Delbert] Ah, Dr. Doppler, I presume?
DELBERT: Uh, um, yes. l--
AMELIA: Hello! [She knocks on Delbert's helmet] Can you hear me?
DELBERT: Yes, I can! Stop that banging!
AMELIA: If I may, Doctor, this works so much better when it's right-way up, and plugged in. [She plugs Delbert's suit in]
DELBERT: Ooh!
AMELIA: Lovely. There you go.
DELBERT: If you don't mind, l can manage my own plugging! [He unplugs the suit]
AMELIA: I'm Captain Amelia, late of a few run-ins with the Protean armada. Nasty business, but I won't bore you with my scars. You've met my first officer, Mr. Arrow. Sterling, tough, dependable, honest, brave, and true.
MR. ARROW: Please, Captain.
AMELIA: Oh, shut up, Arrow. You know l don't mean a word of it.
DELBERT: Ahem, excuse me. I hate to interrupt this lovely banter, but may I introduce to you, Jim Hawkins? Jim, you see, is the boy who found the treasure--
AMELIA: Doctor, please! [Some of the crew members look over at the mention of treasure] l'd like a word with you in my stateroom.
[Amelia, Delbert, Mr. Arrow, and Jim go to Amelia's stateroom.]
AMELIA: Doctor, to muse 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 in a very caring way.
DELBERT: Imbecilic, did you say? Foolishness, l've--
AMELIA: May I see the map, please?
JIM: Here. [He tosses her the sphere.]
AMELIA: Hmm. Fascinating. Mr. Hawkins, in the future you will address me as Captain or Ma'am. ls that clear?
JIM: Ugh...
AMELIA: Mr. Hawkins?
JIM: Yes, ma'am.
AMELIA: That'll do. 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.
DELBERT: Captain, I assure you l--
AMELIA: Let me make this as monosyllabic as possible. l don't much care for this crew you hired. They're...how did l describe them, Arrow? l said something rather good this morning before coffee.
MR. ARROW: A ludicrous parcel of driveling galoots, ma'am.
AMELIA: There you go, poetry.
DELBERT: Now, see here--
AMELIA: Doctor, l'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: W-What? The cook?
Meeting Long John Silver and Morph/The RLS Legacy's launch[]
[Delbert, Jim, and Mr. Arrow make their way down into the galley beneath the deck into the kitchen.]
DELBERT: That woman! That...feline! Who does she think is working for whom?
JIM: It's my map, and she's got me bussin' tables?
MR. ARROW: l'll not tolerate a cross word about our captain! There's no finer officer in this or any galaxy. [Whistling from the kitchen.] Mr. Silver?
SILVER: Why, Mr. Arrow, sir. Bringin' in such fine and distinguished gents to grace my humble galley. Had I known, l'd have tucked in me shirt. Heh heh heh heh!
[Jim analyzes the chef’s robot leg, arm, ear and laser eye]
JIM: (gasp) A cyborg!
MR. ARROW: May I introduce Dr. Doppler? The financier of our voyage.
SILVER: Love the outfit, Doc.
DELBERT: Well, thank you. Um, love the eye. Uh, this young lad is Jim Hawkins.
SILVER: Jimbo! Uh...Aw, now, don't be too put off by this hunk of hardware. [He starts humming as he uses his mechanical arm to prepare a stew] Whoa! These gears have been tough getting used to, but they do come in mighty handy from time to time. [Humming] Mmm! Here, now, have a taste of me famous bonzabeast stew.
DELBERT: [Sniffing] Mmm! Delightfully tangy, yet robust.
SILVER: Old family recipe.
DELBERT: [Notices an eye in his stew] Aah!
SILVER: ln fact, that was part of the old family! Ha ha ha! Oh, ho! I'm just kiddin', Doc! [He eats the eye from the stew]
DELBERT: Uh, yeah, well...
SILVER: I'm nothin' if I ain't a kidder. Go on, Jimbo. Have a swig.
[Jim looks down at his spoonful of stew when suddenly the spoon seems to come to life and take a gulp of the stew. It turns into a pink blop and proceeds to drink the rest of the stew,]
SILVER: Morph! You jiggle-headed blob of mischief! So that's where you was hiding!
[Morph chatters and burps as he finishes the stew]
JIM: Wha--? Ha! What is that thing?
MORPH: What is that thing?
SILVER: He's a morph. I rescued the little shape-shifter on Proteus 1. [Cooing] Aw, he took a shine to me. We been together ever since. Right? Yeah. Nice boy.
MR. ARROW: We're about to get underway. Would you like to observe the launch, doctor?
DELBERT: Would l? Does an active galactic nucleus have superluminal jets?...l'll follow you.
MR. ARROW: Mr. Hawkins will stay here in your charge, Mr. Silver.
SILVER: [Cough] Beggin' your pardon, sir, but--
MR. ARROW: Captain's orders! See to it the new cabin boy's kept busy.
SILVER: Aw, but, no, but--
JIM: No, you can't--[Both sigh]
SILVER: So, Captain's put you with me, eh?
JIM: Whatever.
SILVER: Well, who be a humble cyborg to argue with a captain?
JIM: Yeah...You know, these purps...they're kind of like the ones back home...on Montressor. You ever been there?
SILVER: l can't say as I have, Jimbo.
JIM: Come to think of it, just before I left, l met this old guy, who was, um...he was kind of looking for a cyborg buddy of his.
SILVER: ls that so?
JIM: Yeah. What was that old salamander's name? Oh, yeah. Bones. Billy Bones?
SILVER: Bones? Booones? Mm-mmm. T'ain't ringin' any bells. Must have been a different cyborg. There's a slew of cyborgs roamin' this port.
[A whistle sounds on-deck, signaling they'll be launching soon.]
MR. ARROW: Prepare to cast off!
SILVER: Eh, off with you, lad, and watch the launch. There'll be plenty work a-waitin' for you afterwards. [Jim leaves and Silver watches him climb the steps to the deck] We best be keepin' a sharp eye on this one, eh, Morph? We wouldn't want him strayin' into things he shouldn't.
[Back on deck, the crew are preparing to launch.]
ONUS: We're all clear, Captain!
AMELIA: Well, my friend. Are we ready to raise this creaking tub?
MR. ARROW: My pleasure, Captain. All hands to stations! Smartly now!
BIRD BRAIN MARY: Come on, you scurvy scum! l'll race you!
MR. ARROW: Loose all solar sails! Heave up the braces. Brace up.
DELBERT: Ooh. Oh.
AMELIA: Mr. Snuff, engage artificial gravity.
MR. SNUFF: [Poomp poomp poomp pooomp]
AMELIA: South by southwest, Mr. Turnbuckle, heading 2-1-0-0.
MR. TURNBUCKLE: Aye, Captain. 2-1-0-0.
AMELIA: Full speed, Mr. Arrow, if you please.
MR. ARROW: Take her away! [Revving]
AMELIA: Brace yourself, Doctor.
DELBERT: [Snidely] Brace yourself. [He flies backwards as the ship takes off] Aah! Oof!
JIM: Whoa. [A pod of space whales fly by the ship]
DELBERT: Upon my word, an Orcus Galacticus [He goes to photograph them]. Smile!
AMELIA: Uh, Doctor, l'd stand clear--Ha.
SILVER: Ah. 'tis a grand day for sailing, Captain. And look at you, you're as trim and as bonny as a sloop with new sails and a fresh coat of paint.
AMELIA: You can keep that kind of flim-flammery for your spaceport floozies, Silver.
MORPH: Spaceport floozy, spaceport floozy-- [Silver scoops Morph up under his hat]
SILVER: You cut me to the quick, Captain. l speaks nothing but me heart at all times.
MORPH: Nothing but me heart--
AMELIA: And, by the way, isn't that your cabin boy aimlessly footling about in those shrouds?
SILVER: Yep, it--oh...A momentary aberration, Cap'n, soon to be addressed. Jimbo! l got two new friends l'd like you to meet. Say hello to Mr. Mop and Mrs. Bucket. Heh heh heh heh!
JIM: Yippie.
Running into Scroop[]
JIM: [He starts mopping the deck] Yeah, I got your Mr. Mop.
HANDS: [He shoves past Jim] Watch it, twerp.
[Some of the crew members are murmuring off to the side until the notice Jim looking at them.]
OXY: What are you looking at, weirdo?
MORON: Yeah, weirdo.
MR. SCROOP: [Hisses as he climbs down the mast] Cabin boys should learn to mind their own business.
JIM: Why? You got something to hide, bright eyes?
MR. SCROOP: [He grabs Jim by the front of his shirt and lifts him off the deck] Maybe your ears don't work so well.
JIM: [Grunts] Yeah. Ahem. Too bad my nose works just fine.
MR. SCROOP: Why, you impudent little--[Crew shouting]
BIRD BRAIN MARY: Go ahead! Slice him! Dice him!
MR. SNUFF: [Poot poot phoot]
MR. SCROOP: Any last words, cabin boy?
SILVER: [Silver grabs Mr. Scroop's arm] Mr. Scroop...you ever see what happens to a fresh purp...when you squeeze real hard? [He squeezes until Mr. Scroop drops Jim.]
MR. ARROW: What's all this. then? You know the rules. There'll be no brawling on this ship.
CREW: Aye, aye, sir.
MR. ARROW: Any further offenders will be confined to the brig for the remainder of the voyage. Am I clear, Mr. Scroop?
[Mr. Scroop snears at Mr. Arrow only to see a red dot light from Silver causing him to comply.]
MR. SCROOP: Transparently.
SlLVER: Well done, Mr. Arrow, sir! A tight ship's a happy ship, sir. Jimbo, I gave you a job.
JIM: Hey, I was doing it until that bug thing--
SILVER: Belay that! Now, I want this deck swabbed spotless...and heaven help you if l come back and it's not done. Morph? Keep an eye on this pup...and let me know if there be any more distractions.
MORPH: OK Aye-aye [Chattering]
JIM: [Sighs]
[Down in the Galley, Silver gathers with the rest of the crew]
SILVER: So, we're all here, then.
ONUS: Excuse me.
SILVER: Fine. Now, if you pardon my plain speaking, gentlemen...are you all...[Deploying his cutlass from his robot arm.] STARK-RAVING, TOTALLY BLINKING DAFT?!? [Crew chatters after Silver thrashes around with his cutlass.] After all me finagling getting us hired as an upstanding crew, you want to blow the whole mutiny before its time?!
MR. SCROOP: The boy was sniffing about.
SILVER: You just stick to the plan, you bug-brained twit. As for the boy, I'll run him so ragged...he won't have time to think.
[Back on the deck, Jim finishes mopping with Morph.]
[Morph laughs and hiccups]
JIM: [Sighs] Well, this has been a fun day, huh? Making new friends, like that spider psycho.
MORPH: [Turns into a mini Mr. Scroop] Spider psycho, spider psycho.
JIM: Heh. A little uglier.
MORPH: Mwah-ha-ha-ha!
JIM: Pretty close.
SILVER: Well, thank heavens for little miracles. Up here for an hour and the deck's still in one piece.
JIM: Um, look, l, uh...what you did...thanks.
SILVER: Didn't your pap ever teach you to pick your fights a bit more carefully? [Jim frowns] Your father not the teachin' sort?
JIM: No. He was more the taking off and never coming back sort.
SILVER: Oh. Sorry, lad.
JIM: Hey, no big deal. I'm doing just fine.
SILVER: ls that so? 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: What?
SILVER: From now on, I'm not letting you out of me sight.
JIM: You can't do--
SILVER: You won't so much as eat, sleep, or scratch your bum without my say-so.
JIM: Don't do me any favors!
SILVER: Oh, you can be sure of that, my lad. You can be sure of that. Heh heh heh heh!
I'm Still Here (Jim's Theme)[]
[Cut to a montage set to "I'm Still Here" by John Rzeznik. We see Silver teaching Jim skills and the two spending time together; we also see flashbacks of Jim as a child and how much his father was absent, and how he eventually left Jim and his mother for good without saying goodbye; it ends with Jim and Silver taking a ride on a longboat as Jim is a natural at sailing it; they return to the shipping bay as the song and montage end.]
The Supernova/Mr. Arrow's death/Escape from the Black hole[]
[Both grunting as the load the longboat back into the ship.]
JIM: Oh, ho ho! You having a little trouble there?
SILVER: Oh, get away from me. [Laughing] Oh, 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.
MORPH: Bowing in the streets.
JIM: l don't know. They weren't exactly singing my praises when I left home.
SILVER: Heh. Whew.
JIM: But I'm gonna change all that.
SILVER: Are you now? How so?
JIM: Uh, I got some plans. Gonna make people see me a little different.
SILVER: Ooh. Sometimes, plans go astray.
JIM: Not this time.
SILVER: Hmm. [He pulls up his pant leg to work on his mechanical leg] Ooh...[Morph chatters and turns into a wrench] Oh, thank you, Morphy.
JIM: So, uh, how'd that happen anyway?
SILVER: You give up a few things, chasing a dream.
JIM: Was it worth it?
SILVER: Heh. [Sighs] I'm hoping it is, Jimbo. l most surely am.
[Suddenly the ship lurches and screams sound from up on the deck. Jim and Silver make their way up to the deck]
SILVER: What the devil?
DELBERT: Good heavens. The star Pelusa...it's gone supernova!
AMELIA: Evasive action, Mr. Turnbuckle!
MR. TURNBUCKLE: Aye-aye, Captain.
MR. ARROW: All hands, fasten your lifelines! [Crew shouting]
AMELIA: Mr. Arrow, secure those sails!
MR. ARROW: Secure all sails! Reef them down men!
MELTDOWN: [He is shooting incoming chunks of rock] Yeah, baby! Ba-boom! Ha ha ha ha!
[Up high by the sails, Silver gets hit by a chunk of rock and starts to fall.]
SILVER: Aah!
JIM: SILVER!!! [Jim grabs Silver's lifeline and pulls him back up.]
SILVER: Whoa. Thanks, lad.
[A large chunk of rock is coming right at the ship, but it suddenly swings backwards toward the imploded star.]
ONUS: Captain, the star!
DELBERT: It's devolving into a...[Gasps] a black hole!
MR. TURNBUCKLE: We're being pulled in! Ohh!
AMELIA: No, you don't, you--Blast these waves! They're so deucedly erratic!
DELBERT: No, Captain. They're not erratic at all. There'll be one more in precisely 47.2 seconds, followed by the biggest magilla of them all!
AMELIA: Of course! Brilliant, Doctor! We'll ride that last magilla out of here.
MR. ARROW: All sails secured, Captain!
AMELIA: Good man! Now, release them immediately!
MR. ARROW: Aye, Captain. You heard her, men. Unfurl those sails!
BIRD BRAIN MARY: What?!
MORON: But we just finished--
OXY: Tying them down!
BIRD BRAIN MARY: Make up your blooming minds!
AMELIA: Mr. Hawkins, make sure all lifelines are secured good and tight!
JIM: Aye-aye, Captain. Lifelines secured, Captain!
AMELIA: Very good!
[A sudden wave hits the ship, causing Mr. Arrow to fall off.]
MR. ARROW: Gaah! Oof!
[Mr. Arrow starts to climb up the rope when he sees Mr. Scroop standing at the top where his line is.]
MR ARROW: [Gasps]
[Mr. Scroop cuts the line causing Mr. Arrow to fall into the black hole.]
MR. ARROW: AAAAAAHHHHH!
DOPPLER: Captain, the last wave! Here it comes!
AMELIA: Hold on to your lifelines, gents! It's gonna be a bumpy ride!
[Jim and Silver huddle down as the ship sinks into the darkness of the hole. A mighty wave erupts out of the darkness, overfilling the Legacy’s sails with explosive energy. The ship powers out of the hole and Amelia manages to steer the ship to safety away.]
DELBERT: Captain! That--oh, my goodness. That was--that was absolutely--that was the most--
AMELIA: Oh, tish-tosh. Actually, Doctor, your astronomical advice was most helpful.
DELBERT: Well, uh, uh--thank you. Thank you very much. Well, I have a lot of help to offer anatomically--amanamonically--as-astronomically.
AMELIA: Well, I must congratulate you, Mr. Silver. lt seems your cabin boy did a bang-up job with those lifelines. [Both Silver and Jim chuckle] All hands accounted for, Mr. Arrow? Mr. Arrow?
MR. SCROOP: [He steps forward holding Mr. Arrow's hat] I'm afraid Mr. Arrow has been lost. His lifeline was not secured.
JIM: No, I checked them all. [At the lifelines there is no rope in Mr. Arrow's space] l--l did. I checked them all. They were secure. l swear.
AMELIA: Mr. Arrow was a...ahem, a fine spacer...finer than most of us could ever hope to be...but he knew the risks, as do we all. Resume your posts. We carry on.
Silver comforts Jim[]
[Later, Silver approaches Jim on the deck.]
SILVER: It weren't your fault, you know? [Sighs] Why, half the crew would be spinning in that black abyss--
JIM: Look, don't you get it?! l screwed up! I mean for two seconds, l thought that maybe l could do something right, but--Aagh! I just--[Sighs] Just forget it. Forget it.
SILVER: Now, you listen to me, James Hawkins. You got the makings of greatness in ya, but you gotta 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 ya that day.
JIM: [Sniffles] [He approaches Silver and hugs him, then sobs softly into his chest.]
SILVER: [At first taken aback but then hugs Jim] There, there. Lad, it's all right, Jimbo. It's all right. [He pushes Jim away] Now, Jim, l, um...l best be getting about my watch...and you best be getting some shut-eye. [Jim goes below deck]
SILVER: (melancholy) Getting in too deep here, Morphy. Next thing ya know, they'll be saying l've gone soft. [Silver walks away but we see Mr. Scroop in the shadows who had been watching.]
Jim hears the truth/The mutiny starts[]
[Jump to the next morning when Jim and the rest of the crew are sleeping down below the deck. Jim is awoken by Mr. Snuff snoring above him.]
JIM: Uh--oh! Oh! Ugh! [He goes to put hit boots on but one of them jumps away.]
JIM: [Sighs] Morph? Morph, knock it off. It's too early for this. [Morph kicks him.] Ow! Hey, Morph!
MORPH: Pbbbt! [Laughs]
JIM: Hey, come back here!
MORPH: "Come back here!"
JIM: Gotcha, Morph! [Sighs]
MORPH: [Spits water on Jim.]
JIM: That's it, you little squid.
MORPH: You little squid. You little squid. Squid. Squid. Squid. Squid.
JIM: Ungh! Unh! Ha! Busted! [Jim finds Morph hiding in a barrel of purps and jumps into the barrel with him. Then, the galley starts to fill with all the crew members and Silver.]
BIRD BRAIN MARY: Look, what we're saying is we're sick of all this waiting.
HANDS: So, there's only three of them left.
MELTDOWN: We are wanting to move!
SILVER: We don't move 'till we got the treasure in hand!
MR. SCROOP: I say we kill 'em all now.
SILVER: "l 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! [Silver throws Mr. Scroop against the barrel of purps.]
MR. SCROOP: Strong talk, but I know otherwise.
SILVER: You got something to say, Scroop? [ Mr. Scroop reaches in for a purp and Jim gives one to him.]
MR. SCROOP: It's that boy. Methinks you have a soft spot for him. [Mr. Scroop punctures the purp with his claw.]
CREW MATES: [Murmur in agreement.]
SILVER: Now, mark me, the lot of ya. l care about one thing, and one thing only! Flint's trove. You think l'd risk it all for the sake of some nose-wiping little whelp?
MR. SCROOP: What was it now? "Oh. you got the makings of greatness in ya."
SILVER: Shut your yap! l cozied up to that kid to keep him off our scent. But I ain't gone soft.
ONUS: [From up on deck] Land ho! Ha ha ha!
[Jim is heartbroken upon hearing the truth]
ONUS: There it is! Feast eyes and click heels if you got 'em.
[Silver and the other crew mates look at Treasure Planet off in the distance. Silver goes to use his eyeglass but doesn't have it on his belt.]
SILVER: Where the devil's me glass?
[Silver makes his way back down below to find Jim leaving.]
SILVER: Jimbo. Playing games, are we?
JIM: [angrily] Yeah. Yeah, we're playing games.
SILVER: Oh, I see. Well, I was never much good at games. Always hated to lose. [He takes out his pistol and cocks it behind his back.]
JIM: Hmm. Me, too! [He stabs Silver in his mechanical leg and runs upstairs to warn the others.]
SILVER: YAAHHHHH! Right-o...Ohh blast it all [Blows whistle] Change in plan, lads! We move now!
CREW MEMBERS: [Cheering]
SILVER: Strike our colors, Mr. Onus.
ONUS: With pleasure, Captain.
[Hands roars and breaks the door into the armory to give them all weapons. Meanwhile, Amelia, Delbert, and Jim are in Amelia's stateroom planning to escape.]
AMELIA: Pirates on my ship?! l'll see they all hang. Doctor, familiar with these?
DELBERT: [Gun powers up] Oh, l've seen--well, l've read-- [He fires the gun by accident.] Uh, no. No. No, I'm not.
MORPH: [He likes the sphere.] Ooh. [Laughs]
AMELIA: Mr. Hawkins! Defend this with your life.
[As Amelia tosses the map over Morph catches it but Jim snatches it back.]
JIM: Morph! Give me that!
[Outside, the pirates are trying to break into the stateroom.]
SILVER: Oh, you're taking all day about it. [He deploys his arm cannon to bust the door. Inside they find a hole in the floor.] Oh! Stop them!
DELBERT: Aah, aah, aah. Oof! Ooh hoo hoo! Hey, you!
AMELIA: To the longboats, quickly!
[Jim and Delbert jump into a longboat while Amelia pulls the switch to open the hatch.]
AMELIA: [She jumps into the boat] Rrr-yeah! [Cocks gun]
[Morph grabs the map from Jim.]
JIM: Morph! No!
[The pirates break into the launch bay and both sides start firing at one another.]
AMELlA: Chew on this, you pus-filled boils!
[Delbert manages to shoot a light above the walkway, causing it to fall and make several pirates fall out of the ship.]
AMELIA: Did you actually aim for that?
DELBERT: You know, actually, I did.
[Silver flips the switch so the gears start turning the other way and closing the hatch door.]
AMELIA: Oh, blast it. Doctor, when I say now, shoot out the forward cable. l'll take this one.
JIM: Morph. here! Morph!
SILVER: Morph! Morphy, come here. [Whistles]
JIM: Morph. Morph. Bring it here. Morph, come here.
SILVER: Come here. Come here, boy. Come to your dad. Come here, boy.
JIM: Morph! Come on! Morph! Morph, here!
SILVER: Morphy!
JIM: Morph!
[Morph can't decide who to go to so he swoops into a pile of rope while holding the map; Silver approaches but Jim gets there first and reaches in to grab the map then runs.]
SILVER: Ohh. [Silver powers up his gun and takes aim at Jim but can't bring himself to fire.] [Sighs.]
AMELIA: Now!
DELBERT: Whoa!
JIM: Unh!
DELBERT: [He grabs Jim and pulls him into the boat.] Jim!
AMELIA: Parameters met. Hydraulics engaged.
MELTDOWN: [He aims at the longboat with a cannon] That's it! Come to papa!
SILVER: Hold your fire! We'll lose the map! [It's too late and Meltdown fires anyway.]
DELBERT: Captain! Laser ball at 1 2 o'clock!
AMELIA: Whoa! Aah!
[The ship is hit but Amelia manages to crash land on the planet, however she is badly injured.]
JIM: Ow.
DELBERT: Oh, my goodness. That was more fun than l ever want to have again.
AMELIA: [Chuckles] That's not one of my...gossamer landings. Unh! [She clutches her side.]
DELBERT: Captain!
AMELIA: Oh. Ooh. Oh, don't fuss. Uh-uh--Slight bruising. That's all. Cup of tea, and l'll be right as rain. Mr. Hawkins. The map if you please.
JIM: Ah. [He takes out the map which proceeds to levitate and then turn into Morph who starts laughing.] Morph? Morph, where's the map?! Are you serious?! It's back on the ship!?
AMELIA: Stifle that blob and get low.
[Up high another longboat of pirates goes by.]
AMELIA: We've got company. We need a more defensible position. Mr. Hawkins, scout ahead. [She gives Jim a pistol.]
JIM: Aye, Captain.
AMELIA: Unh!
DELBERT: Steady, steady. Now, let's have a look at that.
Meeting B.E.N.[]
[Jim and Morph wander into the dense woods to find cover; they hear rustling and get the feeling they are being watched by someone. Suddenly a robot jumps out and startles them.]
B.E.N.: AAAAAAAAAAAHH!
JIM: Aah!
B.E.N.: Oh, this is fantastic! A carbon-based life form come to rescue me at last! l just want to hug you and squeeze you and hold you close to me.
JIM: [He hugs Jim tightlly.] All right. OK. Would you just let go of me?!
B.E.N.: Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry. It's just I-l've been marooned for so long, l mean...solitude's fine. Don't get me wrong. For heaven's sakes, after a hundred years... YOU GO A LITTLE NUTS!!! Ha ha ha! I'm sorry. Am l...l am, um...My name is, uh...
MORPH: [Makes a cuckoo cuckoo noise.]
B.E.N.: B.E.N.! Of course, I'm B.E.N. Bioelectronic Navigator. Oops. And you are?
JIM: Jim.
B.E.N.: Oh, what a pleasure to meet you, Jimmy.
JIM: It's Jim.
B.E.N.: Anyway--
JIM: Look, I'm kind of in a hurry, OK? l got to find a place to hide, and there's pirates chasing me.
B.E.N.: Oh, pirates! Don't get me started on pirates! l don't like them. l remember Captain Flint. This guy had such a temper--
JIM: Wait, wait, wait. You knew Captain Flint?
B.E.N.: I think he suffered from mood swings, personally. I'm not a therapist, and anyway, but l--you let me know when I'm rambling.
JIM: But that means--but wait. But then you gotta know about the treasure?
B.E.N.: Treasure?
JIM: Yeah, Flint's trove? You know, loot of a thousand worlds.
B.E.N.: It's--well, it's...it's all a little--little--little fuzzy. Wait. l--l r-r-remember. l do. l--treasure! Lots of treasure buried in the centroid--centroid--centroid of the mechanism. And there was this big door opening and closing...and opening and closing...and Captain Flint wanted to make sure...nobody could ever get to his treasure...so I helped him...[Sputtering] Aah! Data inaccessible! Reboot!
JIM: B.E.N.?
B.E.N.: REBOOT!
JIM: B.E..N?
B.E.N.: REBOOT!
JIM: B.E.N.!
B.E.N.: REBOOT! [Jim slaps him.]
B.E.N.: Aah! And you are?
JIM: Wait, wait, wait! What about the treasure?
B.E.N.: l want to say Larry.
JIM: The--the centroid of the mechanism, or--
B.E.N.: I'm sorry. M-m-my memory isn't what it used to be. I-l've lost my mind. Ha ha! l've lost my mind. You haven't found it, have you?
JIM: Uh--
B.E.N.: My missing piece? My primary memory circuit? [On the back of his head there appears to be a piece missing.]
JIM: Look, B.E.N., I really need to find a place to hide, OK? So I'm just gonna be, you know, moving on.
B.E.N.: Oh, uh...so, well, then...l guess, uh...this is good-bye, huh? I'm sorry that I'm so dysfunctional. So, uh, go ahead and...l do understand. l do. Bye-bye. [B.E.N. starts to wheel away and Morph whines.]
JIM: [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 looks at him sternly.]
B.E.N.: [Clears throat] [Whispering] Being quiet.
JIM: And you have to stop touching me.
B.E.N.: Touching and talking. That's my two big no-nos.
JIM: OK. Now, I think that we should--
B.E.N.: Say, listen, before we go out on our big search...um, would you mind if we made a quick pit stop at my place? [Chuckles] Kind of urgent.
JIM: B.E.N., I think you just solved my problem.
[We see B.E.N.'s home off in the distance, a massive moss covered building in the middle of a field.]
Talking to Silver/Plan to get the Map[]
[B.E.N., Jim, Amelia, Delbert, and Morph all gather there in the evening.]
B.E.N.: Uh. pardon the mess. people. You'd think in a hundred years...l would've dusted a little more often [chuckles] but, you know, when you're batchin' it...you tend to, uh, let things go.
[Delbert carries in Amelia who is now bandaged up and has her left arm in a sling.]
B.E.N.: Aw, isn't that sweet? l find old-fashioned romance so touching, don't you? How about drinks for the happy couple?
DELBERT: Oh, uh, ooh. Uh, no. Thank you, we don't drink...and, uh, we're not a couple. [Amelia smirks at him.] Ahem. Look at these markings. They're identical to the ones on the map. l suspect these are the hieroglyphic remnants of an ancient culture.
AMELIA: Mr Hawkins, stop anyone who tries to approach. Ohh!
DELBERT: Yes, yes. Now listen to me, stop giving orders for a few milliseconds, and lie still.
AMELIA: Very forceful, Doctor. Go on. Say something else. [Delbert smiles at her.]
B.E.N.: Hey. look! There's some more of your buddies!! Hey, fellas!!! We're over here, fellas!!!
[Outside, a group of pirates start firing at B.E.N. and the building.]
B.E.N.: Oh! Uhh! Ooh! Ohh! [Jim pulls him inside.]
SILVER: Stop wastin' your fire! [The pirates stop] Hello. up there! Jimbo? lf it's all right with the captain, l'd like a short word with ya. No tricks, just a little palaver.
AMELIA: Come to bargain for the map, doubtless. Pestilential...Ugh!
DELBERT: Captain.
JIM: That means...that he thinks we still have it.
[Jim meets with Silver outside the building. Silver is now walking with a cane.]
SILVER: Ah, Morphy! I wondered where you lit off to. [Silver sits down and groans as he rubs his mechanical leg.] Ooh. Oh, this poor old leg's downright snarky since that game attack we had in the galley. [Chuckles] Ahh...Whatever you heard back there, at least the part concerning you, I didn't mean a word of it. If that bloodthirsty lot had thought l'd gone soft...they'd have gutted us both. Listen to me. lf we play our cards right, we can both walk away from this rich as kings.
JIM: Yeah?
SILVER: Ha ha ha. You get me that map, and uh...an even portion of the treasure is yours. [Silver chuckles and holds out his mechanical hand for a handshake.]
JIM: [He smirks for a second then shakes his head.] Boy. You are really something...All that talk of greatness, light coming off my sails, what a joke.
SILVER: Now, just see here, Jimbo--
JIM: l mean, at least you taught me one thing. Stick to it, right? Well, that's just what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna make sure that you never see one drabloon of my treasure!
SILVER: That treasure is owed me, by thunder!
JIM: Well, try to find it without my map, by thunder!
SILVER: Oh, you still don't know how to pick your fights, do you, boy? Now, mark me. Either I get that map by dawn tomorrow, or so help me, l'll use the ship's cannons to BLAST YOU ALL TO KINGDOM COME!! [He starts to march away.] Morph, hop to it. NOW!!! [Morph trembles behind Jim] Oh, blast it!
[Jim and Morph start walking back to the building, and Silver looks back remorsefully. Cut to that night when they're all hunkered down inside.]
AMELIA: Gentlemen, we must stay together and...and...ohh
DELBERT: And what? What?! We must stay together and what?!
AMELIA: Doctor, you have wonderful eyes.
DELBERT: She's lost her mind!
JIM: Well, you gotta help her.
DELBERT: Dang it, Jim! I'm an astronomer, not a doctor! l 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!
JIM: It's OK, Doc. It's all right.
B.E.N.: Yeah, Doc! Jimmy knows exactly how to get out of this. It's just Jimmy has this knowledge of things. Jim, any thoughts at all?
JIM: [Looking down at the pirate in the distance.] Without the map, we're dead. lf we try to leave, we're dead. lf we stay here--
MORPH: We're dead! We're dead! We're dead! We're dead!
B.E.N.: Well, I think that Jimmy could use a little quiet time. Heh. So l'll just slip out the back door.
JIM: Back door?
B.E.N.: Oh, yeah. l get this delightful breeze through here, which I think is important because ventilation among friends--
JIM: Whoa What is all this stuff? [At the back of the room is a hole which leads to the center of the planet]
B.E.N.: You mean the miles and miles of machinery that run through the entire course of the inside of this planet? Not a clue.
JIM: Hey, Doc! Doc! I think l found a way out of here!
DELBERT: No, no. Jim, wait. The captain ordered us to stay--
JIM: l'll be back. [He and Morph jump down into the hole.]
B.E.N.: Cannonball! [B.E.N. jumps down as well.]
DELBERT: Woof.
[Cut to Jim, B.E.N., and Morph popping out near the pirates camp as they are all sleeping.]
B.E.N.: So, what's the plan?
JIM: Shh. B.E.N., quiet. [Whispering] OK, here it is. We sneak back to the Legacy, disable the laser cannons, and bring back the map.
B.E.N.: [Muffled] That's a good plan. l like that plan. The only thing is, I'm wondering, how do we get there?
JIM: On that. [He looks at the pirate's longboat sitting near the camp.]
Scroop's Death[]
[Jim, B.E.N., and Morph silently take the longboat back up to the ship. No one appears to be there.]
B.E.N.: [He falls onto the deck] Aah!
JIM: BEN. shh!
B.E.N.: Sorry, sorry. Sorry.
[The three sneak below deck.]
JIM: [Whispering] OK, l'll get the map. You wait here.
B.E.N.: Roger, Jimmy. l'll neutralize laser cannons, sir!
JIM: B.E.N.! B.E.N.!
B.E.N.: [Singing] Yo-ho yo-ho a pirate's life for me. [B.E.N. hums as he makes his way to the control room] Disable a few laser cannons. What is the big deal? All we gotta do is find that one little wire. [He gasps as he opens the main circuitboard to reveal a mess of wiring] Oh, mama.
[In the docking bay, Jim finds that the map is still in the rope Morph dropped it in earlier.]
JIM: [Sighs] Yes.
[Suddenly, an alarm starts blaring as B.E.N. pulls a bad wire.]
B.E.N.: Bad, B.E.N. Bad. OK, fixing. [He puts the plug back to stop the alarm.]
JIM: That stupid robot's gonna get us all...killed. [As Jim comes up the steps to get to the deck, Mr. Scroop is at the top of the stairs.]
MR. SCROOP: [Evilly] Cabin boy.
[Mr. Scroop starts to chase Jim and Morph through the cargo hold of the ship, with Morph trying to distract Mr. Scroop until he is sucked into the ship's pipe system. As they round a corner, Jim powers up his pistol and points it at Mr. Scroop. Just as he does, B.E.N. pulls another plug causing the lights to go out.]
B.E.N.: Whoops OK. d-don't panic. Breathing in, breathing out...
[Emergancy lights come on, illuminating the cargo hold in eerie red light. Jim gasps as he looks for Mr. Scroop who is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, Morph pops out of the pipes and pokes Mr. Scroop.]
MORPH: Aah! [He then goes into the pipes again.]
[Jim sees Mr. Scroop above him, but Mr. Scroop smacks him, causing Jim to drop his pistol.]
B.E.N.: This has gotta be cannons. [He pulls a plug that makes the ship's artificial gravity turn off.] Maybe not.
[Both Jim and Mr. Scroop float up off the floor, break through the deck and end up hanging onto the mast. Jim manages to grab onto the pirate flag.]
MR. SCROOP: Heh heh. [He crawls along the mast making his way toward Jim.]
JIM: [Trying to reach his pistol.] Come on, come on, come on. [He smacks it away by accident.] NO!
MR. SCROOP: [Snickers] Oh, yes. [He starts to cut the rope holding the flag.] Do say hello to Mr. Arrow.
[Jim manages to crawl down the flag and grab onto the flagpole.]
MR. SCROOP: [Gasps] Rraar! [He jumps toward Jim who kicks Mr. Scroop into the flag, causing the rope to snap.]
JIM: Tell him yourself!
MR. SCROOP: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! [He floats away, with no gravity to bring him down.]
B.E.N.: Back you go, you naughty plug! [He puts the gravity plug back into place.] Oh!
JIM: [He falls back onto the ship.] Unh! [Panting]
[The pipes rattle next to him and out pops Morph covered in soot.]
Morph: [Coughing]
JIM: Morph?
MORPH: [Chirrups]
B.E.N.: [Coming out from below deck covered in wiring.] Laser cannons disconnected Captain Jimmy, sir! Gee, that wasn't so tough.
Captured/The search for the treasure/Big Door[]
[The trio heads back to B.E.N.'s house to regroup with the others.]
JIM: Doc! Doc, wake up! l got the map.
SILVER: [Coming out of the shadows and grabbing the map.] Fine work, Jimbo. Fine work indeed.
[There's muffled yelling as we see Amelia and Delbert tied up off to the side.]
PIRATE: Thanks for showing us the way, boy.
JIM: Aah! [Two of the pirates restrain him.]
MORPH: [He tries to fight back and bites Meltdown but then retreats whimpering into Jim's pocket.]
BIRD BRAIN MARY: What's this sorry stack of metal?!
B.E.N.: Not the face! [Mary holds B.E.N. at knifepoint.]
SILVER: [Snidely] You're just like me, Jimbo. Ya hates to lose. [He chuckles, then tries to open the map.] What the devil's the...[He is unable to unlock it, even with the help of his mechanical arm.]
[Jim smirks and shakes his head at Silver trying his best to pry it open.]
SILVER: Open it. [Silver gives it to Jim who glares back.] l'd get busy.
[Silver takes out his pistol. Delbert shakes his head 'yes' while Amelia shakes her head 'no.' Silver cocks his pistol and glances at Jim, who then unlocks the sphere to reveal the map.]
SILVER: Oh, the powers that be. Would you look?
[The map makes a trail the points the way toward the treasure.]
SILVER: Ha ha ha ha! Tie him up and leave him with the others till we--what? [Jim locks up the sphere.]
JIM: You want the map, you're taking me, too.
SILVER: [Groans] Hmm. [Chuckles] We'll take 'em all.
[Cut to the next morning when the pirates, Jim, Silver, Delbert, Amelia, and B.E.N. are all in a longboat following the trail to the treasure. When they get close, they all get out except Meltdown who stays behind to guard Delbert and Amelia.]
MORPH: [Chattering inside Jim's pocket.]
JIM: It's OK, Morph. It's OK.
B.E.N.: Jimmy, l--l don't know about you, but I'm starting to see my life pass in front of my eyes. At least, I think it's my life. Was I ever dancing with an android named Lupe?!
JIM: B.E.N., shh. This isn't over yet.
SILVER: We're gettin' close. lads! I smell treasure a-waitin'! [Laughs]
[The group cuts through a thicket and finds themself on an empty cliff. The map also closes and refuses to open.]
PIRATES: Huh?
SILVER: Where is it?
ONUS: l see nothing! One great, big stinking hunk of nothing!
SILVER: What's going on, Jimbo?
JIM: l don't know. l can't get it open.
BIRD BRAIN MARY: We should've never followed this boy! [She kicks Jim and knocks him over.]
JIM: Hey!
SILVER: I'd suggest you get that gizmo going again, and fast!
PIRATE: Let's rip his gizzard right out right now!
ONUS: Throw him off the cliff!
[Suddenly, Jim notices a hole in the ground that seems to be the perfect shape for the map. He puts the sphere inside, causing the ground to rumble as the planet comes to life. The map shows a hologram of many galaxies, and a giant portal opens up in front of them.]
SILVER: Oh, have mercy.
JIM: The Lagoon Nebula?
SILVER: But that's halfway across the galaxy.
JIM: A big door, opening and closing. [He starts pressing locations on the hologram, and they appear on the other side of the portal.] Let's see. Kinapis. Montressor spaceport. So that's how Flint did it. He used this portal to roam the universe stealing treasure.
SILVER: But where'd he stash it all? Where's that blasted treasure?! [He starts pressing random locations.]
B.E.N.: Treasure! Treasure! It's buried in the--
JIM: Buried in the centroid of the mechanism. What if the whole planet is the mechanism, and the treasure is buried in the center of this planet?
[The crew starts shouting a scrambling to dig into the planet.]
SILVER: And how in blue blazes are we supposed to get there?!
JIM: Just open the right door.
[Jim presses Treasure Planet on the hologram map, and the portal shows the center of the planet filled to the brim with treasure. Jim, Silver and the rest pass through the portal, but they fail to recognize when they trip the alarm at the entrance.]
BIRD BRAIN MARY: Wait for me! Wait for me!
[The crew gasps and cheers as they see the treasure.]
SILVER: The loot of a thousand worlds.
ONUS: We are going to need a bigger boat! [Laughing]
Found the Treasure/B.E.N.'s memory return/Silver saves Jim[]
B.E.N.: This is all seeming very familiar. I-I can't remember why.
JIM: B.E.N., come on. We're getting out of here, and we're not leaving empty-handed. [Jim and B.E.N. start to head for a pirate ship parked amongst the treasure.]
B.E.N.: But--but, Jimmy! Jimmy!
SILVER: [He kneels among some treasure] A lifetime of searching. And at long last...l can touch it.
[B.E.N. and Jim make it to the ship and climb aboard.]
B.E.N.: Do you know what's strange? l can't tell you how frustrating this is, Jimmy, 'cause there's something just--it's nagging at the back of my mind. Aah! [B.E.N. falls onto the ship's deck and startles at the skeletal figure in the chair.]
JIM: Captain Flint?
B.E.N.: ln the flesh! Well, s-sort of, except for skin, organs, or anything that--that--that resembles flesh...that's not there. And yet it's so odd. you know? [Jim notices something the skeletal Captain Flint is clutching in his fist.]
B.E.N.: I remember there was something horrible Flint didn't want anyone else to know but I-I just can't remember what it was. [Jim pulls the piece from Flint's grasp.]
B.E.N.: Oh, a mind is a terrible thing to lose! [Jim sees that the piece is a similar shape to B.E.N.'s missing piece.]
JIM: B.E.N., l think I just found your mind. Hold still.
B.E.N.: Aah! Jimmy, your hands are very, very cold. [B.E.N. seems to reboot as he gains his memories back, and his eyes go from green to blue] Whoa! Hello. You know, uh, Jimmy, l was just thinking...l was just think--It's all flooding back! All my memories! Right up until Flint pulled my memory circuits so I could never tell anybody about his BOOBY TRAP!
[A sudden crash sounds above them.]
B.E.N.: Speaking of which...
[Up above, parts of the planet start to explode. Silver and the other pirates notice the commotion.]
BIRD BRAIN MARY: Huh?
B.E.N.: Flint wanted to make sure that nobody could ever steal his treasure, so he rigged this whole planet to blow higher than a Kalepsian kite!
[One of the jets previously keeping the treasure steady falls and slams into the core, making much of the treasure fall through the cracks. The pirates start running away.]
B.E.N.: Run, Jimmy! Run for your life!
JIM: You go back and help the captain and Doc! lf I'm not there in 5 minutes, leave without me. [Jim starts to work on getting the ship running.]
B.E.N.: l am not leaving my buddy Jimmy! [Jim glares at him]...unless he looks at me like that. Bye, Jim!
[More treasure starts to fall as the jets do more damage and create more cracks for it to fall. Silver tries to grab some.]
SILVER: No! No! Oh, no! Oh, no! No!
MR. TURNBUCKLE & PIGORS: Aah! Aah! Aah! [They fall down into one of the ravines.]
SILVER: [Noticing the other pirates running away] Come back here, ya blighters! [Silver hears a rumbling and then notices the pirate ship that Jim has gotten working.]
[Back on the longboat with Amelia, Delbert, and Meltdown. They hear a faint rumbling.]
DELBERT: All my life, I dreamed of an adventure like this. [Sighs] I'm just sorry l couldn't have been...more helpful to you.
AMELIA: Oh, don't be daft. You've been very helpful. Truly.
DELBERT: l feel like such a useless weakling [Delbert manages to get his wrists out of their binds.] ...with abnormally thin wrists. Excuse me, brutish pirate.
MELTDOWN: [Belches]
DELBERT: Yes, you. I have a question. ls 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?!
MELTDOWN: [Groans] l PUMMEL YOU GOOD!
DELBERT: Yes, I'm sure you will, but before you do, l have one more question. [Delbert grabs Meltdown's pistol and points it at him] Is this yours?
MELTDOWN: Uhh...
[Jump to the treasure chamber where Jim has gotten the ship working and is taking off.]
JIM: Yes! Morph, we are so out of here!
MORPH: [Cackling excitedly.]
SILVER: [While climbing aboard] Ah. Jimbo! Aren't you the seventh wonder of the universe?
JIM: Get back!
SILVER: l like you, lad, but l've come too far to let you stand between me and me treasure.
[A jet suddenly hits the side of the ship, ripping a hole in it and throwing Jim and Silver off the side. Silver manages to catch himself but Jim ends up hanging onto a wall.]
SILVER & JIM: Aah!
SILVER: [He pulls the ship away from the jet] Oh, no, you don't!
MORPH: [Chattering]
SILVER: What? [He notices Jim hanging on to the wall.] Jimbo. Reach for me now!
[Both Jim and Silver reach for one another but it's too far.]
SILVER: Reach!
JIM: l--l can't! Aah! [He looses his grip and slips further down the wall.]
[Silver looks between the treasure in the ship and Jim, unsure of what to do.]
SILVER: Wha...I...[Sights] Oh, blast me for a fool! [He lets go of the ship and catches Jim just as he falls.]
JIM: Aah! [The both groan as they swing back up on the platform.]
[They both watch as the jet destroys the ship and the remaining treasure, then race to escape and jump through the portal.]
Escape from Treasure Planet[]
JIM: Silver, you gave up?
SILVER: Just a lifelong obsession, Jim. l'll get over it.
B.E.N.: Aloha. Jimmy!
[B.E.N. pulls up with the ship with Delbert piloting it and Amelia in tow; the remaining pirates are in custody.]
B.E.N.: Hurry, people! We got exactly two minutes and thirty-four seconds till planet's destruction!
AMELIA: You're doing fine, Doctor. Now ease her over gently--gently!
PIRATES: Aah!
ONUS: We were better off on exploding planet!
[Jim and Silver climb onto the ship.]
AMELIA: Take us out of here, metal man!
B.E.N.: Aye, Captain!
[As the planet explodes around them, B.E.N. and Delbert sail as best they can.]
SILVER: Captain, you dropped from the heavens in the nick of--
AMELIA: Save your claptrap for the judge, Silver!
SILVER: [Chuckles then frowns.]
[A sudden chunk of the planet takes out the main sail and one of the cannons.]
B.E.N.: Mizzen tail demobilized, Captain! Thrusters at only 30% of capacity.
DELBERT: 30%? That means we're...We'll never clear the planet's explosion in time.
[Jim looks back and sees that the portal is still working and with the cannon destroyed he can use the parts.]
JIM: We gotta turn around.
AMELIA: What?
JIM: There's a portal back there. lt can get us out of here!
DELBERT: Pardon me, Jim, but didn't that potal open onto a raging inferno?!
JIM: Yes, but I'm gonna change that. I'm gonna open a different door. [Jim starts to gather pieces to make a solar surfer.]
DELBERT: Captain, really, I don't see how this is possible--
SILVER: Listen to the boy!
B.E.N.: One minute, twenty-nine seconds till planet's destruction!
SILVER: What do you need, Jim?
JIM: Just some way to attach this.
SILVER: All right. Stand back. Stand back, now. [He welds the pieces together to make a makeshift solar surfer] There you go.
MORPH: There you go.
JIM: OK. Now, no matter what happens, keep the ship heading straight for that portal.
B.E.N.: Fifty-eight seconds! [Jim takes off on his surfer.]
SILVER: Well, you heard him! Get this blasted heap turned 'round!
AMELIA: Doctor, head us back to the portal.
DELBERT: Aye, Captain.
[Up ahead, Jim manages to weave his way through the planets explosions, heading straight for the portal.]
AMELIA: Go to the right! The right!
DELBERT: l know, I know! Will you just let me drive?!
B.E.N.: Twenty-five seconds!!!
[Jim's surfer suddenly loses power, and he begins to fall into one of the ravines.]
JIM: No! No!
SILVER: Come on, lad.
B.E.N.: SEVENTEEN SECONDS!!!
[Out of options, Jim shoves the engine against the wall, and the friction combined with the sparks gets the engine started again. Jim and the ship race toward the portal.]
BEN: Seven, six, five, four, three, two--
[Right at the last second, Jim presses on the Montressor Space Port, causing the portal to change as he and the ship fly through it. The planet and portal explode behind them.]
JIM: WAHOW! Yeah!
SILVER: You done it. Jimmy! You done it, boy!
JIM: Ha ha ha!
SILVER: Didn't I say the lad had greatness in him?
PIRATES: [Cheering]
[Amelia and Delbert embrace, and Jim jumps off the surfer and back onto the ship.]
AMELIA: Unorthodox, but ludicrously effective. I'd be proud to recommend you to the interstellar academy. They could use a man like you.
DELBERT: Just wait until your mother hears about this! Of course, we may downplay the life-threatening parts.
B.E.N.: Jimmy, that was unforgettable! l know you don't like touching, but get ready for a hug, big guy, 'cause I gotta hug ya! Ha ha ha ha! [The hug.] Hey, you hugged me back. Oh, I promised myself l wouldn't cry. [Sobbing]
[Jim looks up and notices that Silver is gone.]
B.E.N.: Does anyone have a tissue?
Jim lets Silver go/Ending[]
[Jim makes his way down to the hanger to find Silver untying the longboat.]
SILVER: Morphy, we gotta make tracks.
MORPH: l know.
JIM: You never quit. do you?
SILVER: Ah, Jimbo! Ha ha! l was merely checking to make sure our last longboat was safe and secure. [He ties a loose knot.]
JIM: Mmm. Well...[he fixes the knot] that should hold it.
SILVER: Heh heh heh. l taught you too well. lf you don't mind, we'd just as soon avoid prison. Little Morphy here, he's a free spirit. Being in a cage, it'd break his heart. [Morph squeaks]
[Jim smiles, pulls the lever to open the hatch below the longboat, and then unties his knot.]
SILVER: Ohh! What say you ship out with us, lad? You and me, Hawkins and Silver, full of ourselves and no ties to anyone!
JIM: You know, when I got on this boat, l would've taken you up on that offer in a second...but, uh, l met this old cyborg, and he taught me that l could chart my own course. That's what I'm gonna do.
SILVER: And what do you see, off that bow of yours?
JIM: A future.
SILVER: [Chuckles] Why...look at ya, glowing like a solar fire. You're something special, Jim. [Getting choked up] You're gonna rattle the stars, you are.
[Jim and Silver embrace, tears in both their eyes.]
SILVER: [Clears throat] Got a bit of grease in this cyborg eye of mine. [Sniffles]
MORPH: [Sobbing and turning into a pool of tears]
JIM: Oh, hey, Morph. l'll see ya around, OK?
MORPH: See ya around.
SILVER: Morphy, I got a job for ya. l need you to keep an eye on this here pup. Will ya do me that little favor?
MORPH: Aye-aye, Captain.
[Morph says goodbye, and Silver climbs into the longboat as it starts to lower out of the ship.]
SILVER: Oh, and one more thing. [Chuckles] This is for your dear mother...to rebuild that inn of hers. [He tosses Jim up a handful of gold and jewels.]
JIM: Stay out of trouble, ya old scalawag.
SILVER: [Laughs] Why, Jimbo, lad...when have I ever done otherwise? [Laughing]
[Silver heads off on his longboat, and then we see Jim and the rest of the group arriving back at the Montresor Space Port. Sarah is there waiting for Jim, and when they see each other they hug.]
SARAH: Oh!
MORPH: [Giggles as he meets Sarah.]
[Jump to Sarah and everyone else at the grand opening of the newly rebuilt Benbow Inn. Everyone enjoys food and drink, and we see Delbert and Amelia with their babies. Everyone gasps as the robot police officers come to the door, but they bring Jim in with them, wearing a new suit. Jim, Sarah, and everyone else begin dancing, and as Jim looks out the window to the stars above, he catches a glimpse of a familiar looking cloud smiling down at him.]
["Always Know Where you Are" by John Rzeznik starts playing and the credits roll.]