Alan
Keep backing up... I've got a plan.
Tintin
[Alan pulls out his rock catapult, aims it at The Hood and misses]
That's your plan?
The Hood
It's not me you're angry at, Alan.
Alan
It's not you I'm aiming at.
The Hood
[He shoots again, hitting the console behind the Hood. The floor beneath Alan, TinTin and Fermat collapses, sending them screaming down Thunderbird 1's exhaust tunnel] [to his goons]
Get them!
Mullion
Transom, fire up Thunderbird 1, and set to broil!
