[Several thousand years later, in 1914, Milo Thatch believes that he has found the Shepherd's Journal] [Talking to group of masks in his boiler room, pretending the masks are real people]
Good afternoon, gentlemen. First off, I'd like to thank this board for taking the time to hear my proposal. Now, we've all heard of the legend of Atlantis, a continent somewhere in the mid-Atlantic that was home to an advanced civilization, possessing technology far beyond our own, that, according to our friend, Plato, here, was suddenly struck by some cataclysmic event that sank it beneath the sea. Now, some of you may ask, why Atlantis? It's just a myth, isn't it? Pure fantasy? Well, that is where you'd be wrong. 10,000 years before the Egyptians built the pyramids, Atlantis had electricity, advanced medicine, even the power of flight. Impossible, you say? Well, no, no, not for them. Numerous ancient cultures all over the globe agree that Atlantis possessed a power source of some kind, more powerful than steam, than, than coal. More powerful than our modern internal combustion engines. Gentlemen, I propose that we find Atlantis, find that power source, and bring it back to surface. Now, this is page from an illuminated text that describes a book called the Shepherd's Journal, said to have been a first-hand account of Atlantis and it's exact whereabouts. Now, based on a centuries-old translation of Norse a text, historians have believed the Journal resides in Ireland. But after comparing the text to the runes on this Viking shield. I found that one of the letters have been mistranslated. So, by changing this letter and inserting the correct one, we find that the Sherpherd's Journal, the key to Atlantis, lies not in Ireland, gentlemen, but in Iceland. [Pause] Pause for effect. Gentlemen, I'll take your questions now. [Telephone ring] Uh, would you gentlemen please excuse me for a moment? [rings] Cartography and Linguistics, Milo Thatch speaking. [indistinct angry ranting] Yeah. Uh, just, just a second. [turn the light on, the masks in the boiler room] Pardon me, Mr. Hickenbottom. [Took a wrench Fixing the boiler room, begins turning values, then hits it] How's that? Is that better? [indistinct angry ranting again] Uh-huh. Yeah. You're welcome...
[on the phone]
And don't let it happen again!
All right, bye. Now, as you can see by th-- [the map in his shirt] by this, um, map... map, uh, that... that-- [clears throat] that I've drawn, I plotted the route that will take myself and a crew to the Southern coast of Iceland to retrieve the Journal. [hear birdhouse clock sound] Ah, showtime. Well, this is it. I am finally getting out of the dungeon. [Took a Thaddeus photo to little Milo picture is sees, it put in hat to Milo it downs, Thaddeus laugh, He smiles, It opens to see a Thaddeus's hat, and down to it. Letter appears] "Dear Mr. Thatch, this is to inform you that your meeting today has been moved up from 4:30 P.M. to 3:30 P.M." [Milo looks at the clock and reads 4:05 PM] What? [another letter drops, and he reads it] "Dear Mr. Thatch, due to your absence, the board has voted to reject your proposal. Have a nice weekend, Mr. Harcourt's office." [enraged] THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!
[The museum board walks out]
I swear, that young Thatch gets crazier every year!
If I ever hear the word "Atlantis" again, I'll step in front of a bus!
[Chuckles]
I'll push you! Ha, Ha!
Good lord! There he is!
Members of the board... uh, wait!
How did you find us?
[The scared professors flee to the doors]
Head for the hills!
Where is a guard when you need him?
Mr. Harcourt, you gotta listen to me, sir! [Mr. Harcourt hides behind a tree] Uh, sir? [Mr. Harcourt smiles at Milo, then open his umbrella and pop the maps to him and runs off the museum] Wait! Mr. Harcourt! Sir, l-I have new evidence that... [as Mr. Harcourt back in the car and opens to his Chauffeur] Please, Mr. Harcourt! Stop! Sir, if you-- Could you hold--? Thank you very much. Look at--
This museum funds scientific expeditions based on facts, not legends and folklore. Besides, we need you here. We depend on you.
You do?
Yes! What with winter coming, that boiler's gonna need a lot of attention.
Boiler?
[To his chauffeur]
Onward, Heinz!
[Heinz drives off, Milo chases the car]
But, there...there's a journal! It's in Iceland! I'm sure of it this time. [Mr. Harcourt closes and slides the window in the car; Milo jumps on the hood] Sir, I really hoped it wouldn't come to this, but this is....a letter of resignation! If you reject my proposal, I'll-- [Falls off the car] WHOA! [Yelling after the car as it drives off] I'LL QUIT!!! [The car reverses back; Harcourt opens the window] I mean it, sir! If you refuse to fund my proposal...
You'll what? Flush your career down the toilet, just like your grandfather? You have a lot of potential, Milo. Don't throw it all away chasing fairy tales.
But I can prove Atlantis exists!
You want to go on an expedition? [tosses Milo a coin] Here. Take a trolley to the Potomac and jump in! Maybe the cold water will clear your head. Heinz!
[Drives off, soaking Milo's maps and leaving him dejected]
