Rayman Legends Adventures in Treasure Planet/Script

Space. Vast as the sea, maybe even more. A world of the unknown and mystery, but to these with curious eyes and strong hearts and will, a world filled with adventure and danger. And that was where this story began.
"On the clearest of nights, as the Ehtereum winds were calm and peaceful, the grand merchant ships with their cargoes of Surah Crystals felt safe."
A large, majestic, beautiful merchant ship sailed gracefully in space. Its solar sails completely opened and shining quite beautifully as it powered up its cargo.
"They didn't suspect they were being chased by pirates."
A pirate ship appeared out of nowhere, silently stalking its large prey. Though small and not as durable as the cargo ship, its speed and stealth gave it a high advantage for any ambush they planned. On the ship, the pirates eyed their prize with greed and temptation. Their leader stood looking out with a malicious stare.
"And the most feared of all these pirates was the famous Captain Nathaniel Flint."
"FIRE," Captain Flint shrieked to his crew, watching as they jumped into action. The Pirates fired their cannons on the ship, which was almost five times the size than their own, shutting the power down, which alerted the passengers on it. The guards arrived to fight back the invaders and both sides entered in a crossfire.
A young four-year-old boy laid on his stomach and watched the hologram book play. Filled with emotion and eagerness, he watched the pirates from their ship beat back the clearly lacking security guards on the merchant ship. His feet flipping back and forth as it came to a suspenseful part. He listened as the narration continued.
"Like a Canadian zap wing overtaking its prey––"
"James Pleiades Hawkins," a loud, furious voice split through the air.
Jim snapped his book shut and looked up, seeing the clearly frustrated silhouette of his mother, Sarah Hawkins, in the doorway, "I thought you were asleep an hour ago!"
"Mum, I was just getting to the best part," Jim said in a squeaky voice a 4-year-old had. He looked up to his mum with his arms wrapped around the book, giving her the Irresistible Puppy eyes. "Pleeassee?"
"Oh, can these eyes get bigger," Sarah asked with a chuckle as she walked over to the bed and sat down. "Scooch up," Sarah sat behind Jim, setting her son in her lap as he reopened the book and the story began once again.
"Like a Canadian zap wing catching up to its prey, Flint and his band of renegades appeared out of nowhere."
The fighting began once again. The pirates swung over to the ship, fighting with little effort against the security on the ship. A bloody battle started as the pirates advanced. With high numbers in their band, the Pirates fought easily, defeating and murdering everyone who stood in their road to the prize.
It wasn't long until Nathaniel Flint eventually reached a treasure chest, which he blasted the lock opening the chest. Once he spilled all the jewels, crystals and gems in it contained, the Captain grasped them in his hands, laughing greedily as he held them to his face.
The pirates caught the remaining gems along with anything they thought it was valuable and took it back to their ship. They left as faster as they had come, leaving the ship to burn in the middle of space. And in a moment, it disappeared like it was never there.
"And then, gathering their loot, disappeared without a trace."
"Oohhhh," Sarah and Jim said in a mystified voice as Jim turned the page to continue the story.
"Flint's secret treasure has never been found. But rumors persist that it remains hidden somewhere on the edge of the galaxy, filled with riches beyond imagination, the Spoils of a Thousand Worlds."
"Treasure Planet," Jim said with the book. Sarah grinned as she closed the book.
"Alright, blow your nose," Sarah said, placing the book on the bed-stand.
"How do you think Captain Flint did that, Mum," Jim asked, climbing on top of his headboard. He jumped away and landed on his stomach on his bed as he said, "how did he come out of nowhere..." he crawled under the blanket at the foot of his bed, "...and disappeared without a trace?"
"I have no idea," Sarah said. "Come here, little boy," she chuckled as she caught Jim's feet and dragged him out from under the blanket and started to tickle him mercilessly. Jim laughed so loud like any little boy would do. Sarah chuckled and stopped, pulling the blanket back. "Alright, now it's time for this little spacer to go to sleep."
"You think someone will ever find Treasure Planet," Jim asked as Sarah reached behind his pillow, looking for the source of a mysterious squeaking sound. Sarah pulled out a gruesome action figure of a pirate.
"Darling..." Sarah started, staring at the fact in her hands, "I think it's more....like a legend."
"I know this is real," Jim said as Sarah dropped the toy from the bed.
"You won. That is real," Sarah said, kissing her son's forehead.
"Goodnight, mum."
"Goodnight, darling," Sarah said, getting up and going to the door. She stood in the doorway and grinned at her son as she yawned. "I love you."
"Love you as well...." Jim said, falling asleep.
Sarah grinned and shut the door, going back to her room. In the darkness, a rustling sound could be heard and a light shone from underneath the bed covers. Jim was under there, once again, reading the same book as its narration could be heard from there.
"There are nights until the winds of Ethereum, so inviting in their promise of flight and freedom, lift the spirit!"
11 years later......
Years had passed and we found Jim Hawkins, now fifteen years old, riding on his homemade hover-board with a solar sail as it flew on maximum speed over the land.
He flew high into the clouds, smirking as he was high enough. He immediately stepped on a button on the back, which retracted the sail, and closed his eyes as he began falling with style. Free falling, he began to perform graceful and styling skydiving moves; air-walks, 360 spins and even upside down propeller spins. Before he reached the ground, he activated his solar sail again and sped up ahead.
"Yaahhhh-hoooooOOOO," he yelled in emotion after he performed his trick. Then he veered to the right side of the canyon where he saw he was heading towards a mining factory. He zoomed through the perimeter barrier, which indicated the area off-limits, breaking it in pieces, which activated the alarm. But Jim ignored it. He skidded over the pipes, dodged buildings and sliding tubes. Then he saw the wheel, which you could pass through if timed perfectly. He deactivated the sail once again to gain speed and deplete height. "C'mon," he flew ahead....and made it out in one piece. He activated the sail and hollered happily, obviously having the time of his life.
"Whoo-hoo," he hooted as he flew off from the area. He was sure living the happy life, wild and free. Nothing could ruin this for him. Boy, was he wrong. The fun did last alright, in about 10 seconds. Jim heard sirens behind him and saw the police guards, riding their solar vehicles.
"Oh, great," Jim moaned, knowing that he was in deep danger.
In the Benbow Inn.....
Meanwhile, in a small building known as the Village Inn, which was also Jim's home, his mother Sarah was currently busy serving its customers. In order to prohibit for her son, Sarah turned their home into an inn for coming guests, whether they were aliens. Sarah, though overworked and tired, yet worked with a cheerful grin on her face. She just completed pouring some food she cooked on her carrying plate until a voice called out.
"Mrs. Hawkins," a cyclops alien named Mrs. Dinwiddie called out, waving an empty cup in the air.
"I know! Relationship in purple juice! If you arrive, Mrs. Dinwiddie," Sarah said. Then she reached the table where the frog family were waiting their food. "Here we go. That's four powdered spheroids..." Sarah handed Naveen the donuts. "Two lunar eclipses......" she placed the plate in front of Tiana, who smirked happily. "And it's a big bowl for jelly worms for the big boy," Sarah grinned as she gave Kermit her wanted meal.
"Impressive," Kermit responded as he ate his food happily.
"Enjoy," she said. Then she went towards a table past the window where a dog-like fashion was reading a book. His name was Delbert Doppler, but everyone called him Delbert.
"I'm sorry, Delbert. It's been a madhouse here all morning," Sarah apologized once she gave him the food.
"No problem, Sarah," Delbert placed his book down and enjoyed the aroma, "mmm. My alpine onion soup with an extra sun seed. Yum!"
He was about to eat until a young pig came towards him, staring with innocent eyes. "Hello. What brings you here, little curious one?" The pig didn't respond and just kept staring. Delbert was getting slightly uncomfortable and proceeded to take a bite, but he couldn't as the girl just stared. "Go away. Are your parents around," he asked. "What's wrong? The cat has your----AAH," he yelled as a pet parrot swooped in out of nowhere and took the bread rolls in a flash, giving one to the girl known as Miss Piggy, who took a bite. Then she ran away to prank some other poor victim.
"Oh, they're so adorable at that age," Sarah awed at the cute scene. Delbert was yet freaked out by the surprise attack.
"Oh, yes. Deplorable. Uh...lovely," he cleared his throat, "speaking of which....how's Jim?"
"Much better. I know he had some rough times earlier this year, but I really think he's turning a corner," Sarah said while picking up some empty plates from a table.
The door suddenly burst open with the police guards on each side of Jim behind him. "Mrs. Hawkins!"
Sarah, once she saw the police, dropped all her plates in shock, which shattered on impact with the floor. "Jim!"
"Ooh...wrong turn," Delbert muttered.
"Alright. Thanks for the ride, guys," Jim said, lifting one of the guard's hands off him, only to be caught by his shoulder once again.
"Not so fast," one guard said.
"We've caught your son operating a solar vehicle in a restricted area," the guard explained.
"Moving violation 904, section 15, paragraph...uh..." Biff Tannen stopped as he began to search his rule book.
"Six," Jim responded, rubbing his head.
"Thank you," Biff thanked.
"Don't mention it," Jim said.
"Jim," Sarah snapped with a frown.
"As you know, ma'am, this is a violation of your probation," the guard explained.
"Yes. Yes. No, I get it. But, um...could we just---" Sarah tried to explain, only to be interrupted by Delbert.
"Um...um. Excuse me, officers. If I could, uh...insert here. I'm the celebrated astrophysicist Dr. Delbert Doppler. You may have heard of me. Haven't you? Uh, I have a clipping."
"Are you the child's father," the guard asked.
"Oh! Thank heavens, no," Delbert chuckled.
Sarah also tried to explain. "No, no. Eww! He's just an old family friend."
"BACK UP, SIR," the police ordered harshly.
"Thanks, Delbert. I'll take care of it," Sarah existed, slightly pushing Delbert.
"Well, Sarah, if you insist," Delbert cleared his throat before he whispered, "don't let me do that again."
Then Biff cleared his throat. "Due to repeated violations of statute 15 C, we have impounded his vehicle. Any further slip will result in an old-fashioned ticket to the Youth Center."
"Kiddie hoosegow," a guard said.
"The sumo," the other guard added.
Then Sarah took her son out of his hands while also frowning at him. "Thank you, officers. It won't happen again."
"We see your type all the time, ma'am," Biff said.
"Wrong choices," one guard said.
"No road out," the other guard added.
"Losers," Jim turned and frowned at the guards until they said the last one, "take care now."
"Let's go motor," Biff ordered. He tipped his hat, giving a "have a good day" message to the humans and walked out the door.
There was a moment of silence between the two humans before Sarah turned to face the shocked crowd, whom they resumed eating and chatting silently.
"Jim, I am done! Do you want to go to the Youth Center? Is that so," Sarah asked. Jim didn't respond and seemed to ignore her as he went over to a nearby table to clear its messy dishes.
"Jim. Jim, look at me. It's been hard enough keeping this place afloat without you going––"
"Mum, it's no big deal," Jim said, turning to face her. "There's no one around. There are cops who won't just get away from me..." Jim saw his mother placing her arms on her hips with a disappointed frown. "Forget it," he didn't listen and resumed packing the dirty dishes to take into the kitchen.
"Mrs. Hawkins, my juice," Mrs. Dinwiddie called again.
"Yes, I'll be there, Mrs. Dinwiddie," Sarah assured her. "Jim, I don't want you to waste your whole future," she completed and went to Mrs. Dinwiddie.
Jim scoffed and mournfully remarked as he went through the kitchen door. "Yes, what future?"
It was almost nighttime as Jim completed his job early while his mother handled the rest. The customers already left the inn, leaving only Delbert the last one. But since he was practically family, he decided to stay a little longer to speak with Sarah.
Jim, however, was outside on the roof, throwing rocks into the air with a scowl on his face. He was silent even after he used all his stones up while the grownups spoke.
"I really don't know how you handle it, Sarah," Jim heard Delbert say. Then he listened to their conversation. "I'm trying to run the business while raising like a criminal-like fashion...a colleague...like Jim," Delbert said, correcting himself to avoid discomfort.
"Do you manage it? I'm at the end of my rope," Sarah said, "since his father passed away, well, Jim just never recovered."
Littlefoot was holding onto the tooth, it was crumbling. With a loud crack, it came loose and fell. Shrieking, Littlefoot plummeted while hanging on, watching as all of Saurus Rock, the ancient moment to a long ago battle, fell and crumbled into nothing. Yet falling and shouting, Littlefoot looked down and saw the open jaws of a half rotten, yet living corpse of a Sharptooth below him. No, it was Sharptooth himself. Littlefoot fell yelling into these open, decaying jaws.
"And you know how wise he is. He built his first solar surfer if he was eight!" Jim grinned at that memory until Sarah mentioned it. "Yet he fails at school, he's in constant danger, and if I speak to him, he's like a stranger to me. I don't know, Delbert. I've tried everything." Jim began to feel guilty about this. His mother loved him just the fashion he was, but his actions were not making anyone better.
Suddenly, a sputtering noise had awakened him from his thoughts. Jim turned back to see a black-and-purple ship falling out of the heavens. It managed to smash onto the dock, though not in one piece. Parts broke on impact, sparks started flying about and a small fire began burning on the roof. Jim slid down the roof and rushed towards the ship to check for survivors.
"Hey, sir," Jim yelled. "Mister, you're alright, aren't you," he banged at the window. A sudden gloved hand pressed itself on the window, alarming Jim. The window opened and its driver came out.
"He's a-coming," the salamander moaned while catching Jim's shirt, "can you hear him? These cogs and gyroscopes knocking and growling like the devil himself!"
"Ugh, hit your hard pretty over there, right," Jim asked.
"He follows me in the chest. That devilish cyborg and his gang of thugs," he lifted the chest on the back. "But they'll have to get it out of Billy Bones' cold, dead fingers before I...arggh," Billy Bones moaned and fell down, holding his sides in pain.
Jim gasped as he saw his sides oozing blood from an open wound. "You're hurt," Jim suddenly changed target for extra strength. "Uh, c'mon, give me your arm," he took the salamander's arm, the chest stuck in his fist and lifted him up before they headed towards the inn as the rain started to drizzle.
"Good...boy," the salamander moaned softly, obviously in pain.
"Oh, Mum's gonna love this," Jim said sarcastically.
Back in the inn, rain splattered at the windows. To lighten the mood inside, Sarah flipped on a switch, which switched the blinds. It turned into a sunset on a beach, then into a view of the mountains, until she stayed on a beautiful park with flowers blooming and a pond on it. Delbert was just packing up his facts before he could leave the inn.
"Thanks for listening, Delbert. It helps," Sarah sighed, sitting down. Delbert laid a consoling hand on her shoulders and said with a reassuring grin.
"Everything will be fine. You'll see."
"I keep dreaming that one day I'll open this door," she opened her holographic locket, which played her memories and watched them with a grin. Most of them showed her son Jim throughout the years. First was an image of baby Jim cooing and chuckling in his blue pajamas. "And he'll be there as he was."
The next image was a five-year-old Jim playing with a flying toy spaceship, laughing all the road. "A grinning, happy little boy holding a new pet..."
The last image was a ten-year-old Jim holding a purple octopus in his arms. "And begging me to let him keep it."
Delbert chuckled and as he opened the front door, but froze until he saw Jim holding the wounded Billy Bones in the pouring rain. Sarah gasped at the scene.
"James Pleiades Hawkins!"
"Mum, he's wounded! Real bad," Jim explained as he set the salamander on the floor, his chest not far away.
"My breast, boy," the salamander whispered, reaching his arm out for it. Jim pushed it towards the salamander. Then he dialed the lock code. "He'll be here soon."
Once the chest opened, he pulled out a wrapped round fact from it. "I can't let him find this."
"Who's coming," Jim wondered worriedly. Billy Bones pulled him down and whispered in his ear.
"The cyborg. Beware...of the cyborg," Billy Bones gasped as he slowly slid down to the floor, but not before Jim managed to catch the sphere from him. Then the salamander shut his eyes for the last time before succumbing to his wounds.
"Oh," Sarah gasped in shock while Delbert looked on in pity. In an instant, light shone through the window, illuminating the area. Outside the inn, a small ship was floating down right behind the inn. Jim edged over to the window to take a peek through the screen. Through the darkness in the room, he managed to see mysterious figures heading to the inn, but the lead looked like he was holding a mega blaster and it was aiming towards them.
"Hurry! We have to go," Jim yelled. He caught his mum's arm and ran up the stairs. Delbert attempted to open the door, but a beam of energy blasted through the lock, frightening Delbert.
"I think I'm with Jim on this one," he agreed with the cabin boy and followed them upstairs.
More blasts were fired through the walls and windows, someone of them causing a big fire in the kitchen. The attackers began to swarm inside, knocking everything over as if they began to search for something. The lead loomed over Billy Bones' body and saw the empty opened chest, giving him the hint that the prize was gone.
Upstairs, Delbert pushed a window open. Then he looked down on his carriage where an alien steed was waiting for him. "Delilah! Delilah," he shouts. The steed snorted happily. "Stay, don't move," he ordered.
Downstairs, the group yet searched for the object. They took the drawers out, thrashed everything they came across with, and even blasted tables. "Where is this?"
"It has to be here somewhere!"
"Find it," the lead one ordered his men to search upstairs.
Jim saw their shadows heading to them. "Don't worry, Sarah," Delbert said, holding Sarah's arm as they exited the window, "I'm an expert in the laws of physical sciences. For three, one..."
"Three," Jim pushed them all out. They landed safely on the open carriage with Delbert taking the reins.
"Go, Delilah! Go," he said. Then Delilah took off. Sarah turned back to see her home burning in blazes of fire. She sighed and held her head, upset at all that had happened.
Jim watched that, but then turned his attention on the wrapped object in his hand. Then he unwovened the string and unwrapped it, revealing a shining bronze orb with strange markings all over it.
At Delbert's home....
After escaping the burning inn and the invaders, Sarah and Jim took refuge in Delbert's mansion like home. Inside, they'd settled in his favorite room; the library. There were books everywhere, whether they were on the shelves, or on the floor in piles, or even floating around.
"I just spoke to the police," Delbert came in with a blanket for Sarah who solemnly sat in his big, red, comfy armchair, "these blackguard pirates escaped without a trace. I'm very sorry, Sarah, I'm afraid the old Benbow Inn is burned to the ground."
Jim saw his mother's saddened face at the news of losing their home. He tried to say something, but he couldn't and walked over to the table where the orb was placed.
"Well, there must be a lot of damage with that weird little ball," Delbert added as Jim picked up the orb, "these markings baffled me."
Then Jim aimlessly began pushing the buttons as Delbert kept on speaking. "Unlike anything I've ever come across."
Then the buttons receded and Jim curiously began spinning its parts around like a rubix cube. "Even with my extensive experience and an excellent intellect, it would take to unlock......"
Suddenly, the orb stopped spinning and lit up the whole room as it grew dark. "Look," they all gasped as the light floated above them from the orb and they were fully surrounded in a spherical dimension with various orbs of lights floating all around.
"It's a map," Delbert exclaimed, fascinated with its beauty and majestic lights. The floating orbs represented planets and countless galaxies surrounding them. "Wait, wait, wait! It's us, the planet Montressor," he touched the planet, which suddenly caused other areas to move past them. Jim was amazed by this as Delbert pointed out every location he recognized.
"It's the Magellanic Cloud! Ooh! The Coral Galaxy! This is the Swan's Cross and this is Keri in the Abyss. Wait! What's this," the map stopped moving as it positioned one unique planet with two rings around it right in front of the group, "why, it's...it's..."
"Treasure Planet," Jim grinned.
"No," Delbert gasped in awe.
"That's Treasure Planet," Jim emotionally responded.
"Flint's treasure? Loot from a thousand worlds? Do you know what that means," Delbert asked them.
"It means all this treasure is only a boat ride away," Jim said, looking down on the map.
"Whoever brings it will keep their eternal place at the top of the pantheon of explorers. We'll be able to experience––" the map suddenly shut off, the original lights returning to the room, "whoo! What just happened?"
"Mum, this is it! It's the response to all our problems," Jim said, walking up to his mother.
"Jim, there is absolutely no fashion..." Sarah began.
"Don't you remember? All these stories," Jim asked.
"That's all they were; stories," she proclaimed.
"With this treasure, we could build the Benbow a hundred times over!"
"Well, this is--it's just--oh, my," Sarah said, a bit flabbergasted, "Delbert, could you explain ridiculous that is?"
"It's utterly ridiculous to travel across the galaxy alone," Delbert responded gentlemanly.
"Now we eventually hear some sense," Sarah said with a look of victory over this discussion while Jim only scoffed in defeat.
"That's why I'm going with you," Delbert emotionally said, catching his luggage out of nowhere. This surprised both Jim and Sarah.
"DELBERT," Sarah yelled in shock.
Delbert began to pack everything he could set his eyes upon. He shoved all his necessary books, journals and diagrams into his bag. "I'll use my savings to finance the trip," he went across his room and caught his clothes and put them in a bag. "I'll fly a ship...." he floated up to where a cup with a toothbrush inside. He caught the toothbrush and threw it in the bag. "Hire a captain and crew..."
"You're not serious," Sarah said.
"I've been waiting for this opportunity my entire life," Delbert floated down and landed in front of Sarah. "And here it is shrieking; go, Delbert, go, Delbert, go-" he cheered while performing the cabbage patch dance, only for Sarah to stop his fun.
"OK, that's it! You're BOTH grounded!"
"Mum, look," Jim said, "I know I keep screwing facts up and I know...I've let you down. But this is my chance to make it up to you. I'm going to fix everything."
"Sarah, if I can," Delbert whispered, drawing Sarah towards him to speak in secret, "you said yourself; you've tried everything. There are far more countermeasures than a few months of character building in space."
"You say it because it's right or because you really want to go," Sarah asked with a smug, knowing that Delbert was itching for a trip.
"I really, really really, really want to go.....and that's the right fact," Doppler honestly responded. Then Sarah looked at her only son with a mournful face. She couldn't bear for him to be out on his own without her. She almost lost him until he earned his powers and she didn't let any harm befall upon him.
"Oh, Jim. I don't want to lose you," Sarah said as she held his cheek softly.
"Mum, you won't. I'll make you proud," Jim said with a reassuring grin on his face.
"Well, um...ah," Delbert cleared his throat after letting them end their moment. "Well, here we are. We'll begin preparations immediately. Jim, my boy, we'll be heading to the spaceport soon," he pointed up to the heavens where a crescent moon shone above.
The journey to their biggest adventure would soon begin, wherever the map would lead.
As morning came, Jim and Delbert eventually made it to the Montressor Spaceport which from below, it might look like a crescent moon, but once anyone arrived near it, it was actually an entire new place. It was a highly populated area where many people came and went, boarding and unboarding themselves from the ships. Ships were seen flying off, around, or coming in depending on their schedules.
Jim made it out and enjoyed the fresh air and looked around to see the people passing side-by-side.
"Jim! Oh, Jim! Wait for me," he heard Delbert behind me. Suddenly, Delbert came out, wearing what looked like a huge deep sea-diving suit than one for space travel. He lifted the lid in order to speak. "Well, Jim, this should be a wonderful opportunity for the two we know each other, you know what they say; familiarity races...well, contempt, but in our case––––"
"Look, let's just find the ship, fine," Jim politely existed with a grin. Though he wouldn't admit it, he couldn't take Delbert seriously with that ridiculous suit on. Delbert just stood there as the lid closed itself. Unsure on where to go to find the ship, Jim proceeded to ask for directions from one of the locals.
"Second pier on your right," one robot pointed from behind a ladder.
"You can't miss it," a strong alien responded as he held the ladder for his friend.
"Thanks," Jim said.
"It's the suit, is that it," Delbert asked after catching up to him. "I should never have listened to that pushy two-headed saleswoman. This one said it fits. That one said it was my color. I didn't know what to do. I get so hesitant," he incidentally bumped into Jim, who had stopped walking. Then he looked up and realized that they arrived.
"Oh, Jim! This is our ship! The R.L.S. Legacy!"
The ship was a huge solar galleon with a sturdy bow and poles. It sales weren't opened up yet but silent, they looked strong enough to travel. And its colors were beautiful, white on the bottom with a mixture of neon green and black on top. It truly was beauty to behold, at least, that was what Jim thought as he stared in awe.
"Woah," he managed to say as he headed up the gangplank. All over the ship where its crew were working about in all directions. Most of them were aliens and a few of them were humans.
"That's cool," he said until he incidentally smashed into a large reptilian alien, "I'm sorry about that, I..."
He was cut off as the alien raised his tentacles and growled in an unknown language. "You want to bet, don't you? C'mon! I'll take you on with one arm behind my back!"
"Allow me to handle this," Delbert existed. Then he began to speak in the alien's language. "I apologize for my friend. I'm funding that expedition and organizing that crew. We're happy to be on board for this trip. No one should be frustrated?"
The reptilian relaxed and chuckled. "Oh, why don't you just say that? Welcome or resentment," he saluted and left.
"I'm fluid on flatulence, Jim. It took me two years in high school. Farewell," Delbert said.
"Flatulent? Cool," Jim admitted and followed him. They both approached a giant rock-like fashion.
"Good morning, Captain. Is everything perfect," Delbert asked the officer.
"The ship's in shape, sir, but I'm not the captain. The captain's in the air," he said, looking up.
They all looked up to see a cat-like fashion about in her early twenties. She did various flips and swung to various masts before landing perfectly on her feet in front of them. Both men only stared in awe.
"Mr. Arrow, I've checked this miserable ship from stem to stern and as usual..." she spoke in a furious tone until she softened in the end, "it's spot on! Can't you go wrong?"
"You flattered me, Captain," Mr. Arrow bowed his head. Then she turned to the awed Delbert.
"Oh, Dr. Doppler, I assume," she asked.
"Well, um, uh, yes, I–" he stuttered.
"Hello? Can you hear me," she banged the front with amusement.
"Yes, I can, stop that smacking," Delbert ordered while trying to pry off his helmet.
"You know, Doctor," she went into an area with a plug on it and pulled the plug out. "This works much better until it's plugged in and plugged out," she turned Delbert around and plugged the plug onto his butt, causing some sparks of electricity to zap him in surprise, "lovely! There you go."
Delbert eventually removed his helmet and unplugged the plug. "If you don't mind, I can manage my own plug," he remarked, holding the said plug.
"I'm Captain Amelia. Late on some run-ins with the Procyon Armada, nasty business, but I won't bore you with my scars," she turned to Mr. Arrow, "you met my first officer, Mr. Arrow. Sterling, rough, reliable, honest, brave and true."
"Please, Captain," Mr. Arrow said modestly.
"Oh, shut up, Arrow. You don't know I want to say a word about it."
Delbert cleared his throat. "Excuse me. I hate to interrupt this...lovely joke, but may I introduce you to Jim Hawkins. Jim, you see, is the boy who found the treasure––" Delbert was cut off until Amelia immediately caught and pulled his beard to stop his speaking.
"Doppler, please," she said. She looked around at these who wanted to eavesdrop until they turned to their work with frowns, before looking at Delbert.
"I'd like a word with you in my state room," she whispered.
In the Captain's quarters......
The four of them were in Amelia's room to speak in privacy and away from prying eyes and ears. It was a cozy room with the Captain's desk, a nice view in the back, a couple of dressers and decorated walls. Then Amelia locked the door to ensure no interruptions.
"Doctor," Amelia started as she walked on her road to her desk, "reflecting and chattering over a treasure map, in front of this particular crew, presents a level of ineptitude bordering on the asshole in a very affectionate fashion."
"Imbecile, did you say that? Nonsense," Delbert exclaimed.
"May I see the map, please," she asked, "allow me to introduce you to the Company."
Then Delbert motioned Jim to do so. He reluctantly to give it up, but then took it out of his pocket and tossed it to Amelia. "Here."
Amelia caught it and became fascinated by its design. "Huh, fascinating," her grin disappeared as she walked towards her wardrobe. Inside, she placed a map in a small chest and locked it for safe keeping. "Mr. Hawkins, in the future, you will address me as Captain or Lady. Is that clear?"
Jim widened his eyes in shock. He couldn't believe this. She was no older than he was and yet he had to obey her as if she was some general in an army. Then again, she didn't get the title for nothing. He only sighed silently and spun his eyes in annoyance.
"Mr. Hawkins," she asked again with a stern tone, waiting for a response.
"Yes, ma'am," he managed to say.
"That will do," she locked her wardrobe with lock and key. Then she walked to her desk before stopping in front of Delbert. "Gentlemen, this must be kept under padlock and key while not in use. And doctor, again, with the biggest possible respect, close your howler."
"Captain, I assure you, I–" Delbert started to get cut off by Amelia again, irritating the canine alien, who didn't get a chance to say anything.
"Let me make this as.....monosyllabic as possible; I don't care much for that team you've hired. They're...oh, how do I describe them, Arrow? I said something very nice this morning before breakfast."
"A ridiculous pack of asshole bandits, ma'am," Mr. Arrow quoted.
"There it is, poetry," Amelia smirked at a serious Delbert.
"Now, look here," he started.
"Doc, I'd love to chat. Tea, cake, all the bullshit, but I have a ship to launch and you've had your outfit to spruce up," Amelia said, "Mr. Arrow, please escort these two neonates to the kitchen immediately. Young Hawkins will be working for our cook, Mr. Silver."
"Well, what," Jim said, finally paying attention after waiting for their conversation to end, "the cook?!"
Jim and Delbert came walking down the stairs to the gallery where they were supposed to get acquainted with the infamous Mr. Silver. Following behind them was Mr. Arrow.
"This woman! That cat! Who does she think is working for whom," Delbert asked, no one in particular. He couldn't believe that a woman like her was in charge of the entire crusade.
"It's my card and she made me bust tables," Jim said. He was just as outraged as Delbert.
"I will not tolerate a crossword puzzle about our Captain," Mr. Arrow declared, catching hold of their shoulders, "there's no better officer in this galaxy or any." They looked ahead and heard somebody whistling. They noticed some movement beyond the steam of the kitchen ahead of them.
"Mr. Silver," Mr. Arrow called out.
"Why, Mr. Arrow, sir," said a deep voice. Everyone could warn that the voice was looking at them. "Fetching in such handsome, distinguished gentlemen to grace my humble galley," the owner's voice appeared out of the steam, revealing himself as a big cyborg. "Had I known, I'd have tucked my shirt in," he chuckled as he walked over to the counter. Jim studied him, especially his weaponized hand and metal body.
"The cyborg," he whispered, remembering Billy Bones' warning.
"May I introduce Dr. Doppler? The financier of our trip," Mr. Arrow presented Delbert, who gave a small bow.
"Love the outfit, Doc," Silver said sarcastically before returning to the counter.
"Why, thank you. I love the eye," Delbert stammered, feeling embarrassed. Then he slightly pushed Jim forward. "Er, that young fellow is Jim Hawkins."
"Jimbo," Silver said, holding out his right arm for Jim to shake. Unfortunately, it was a glowing blade instead of a hand. "Oops," he realized his mistake and switched it into a hand with a grin. Jim, however, just only frowned at the cyborg.
"Ah, now don't let that heap of hardware put you away too much," he presented his skills. He sliced and stuffed the shrimp before tossing them to the pot. Then he caught some vegetables and, with his blade, sliced and diced them until he managed to slice his arm. "Woah," he chuckled as he revealed his unharmed hand, revealing it to be a ploy.
"These gears are rough to get used to," Silver said as he turned his right hand into a trio of tiny claws and caught three eggs before tossing them into the air. "But they come in very handy from time to time," he caught the eggs behind his back with the claws and cracked them all into the pot, excluding the shells, of course, but heated them with his flamethrower. Once it was done, he tossed them into the cauldron, but added some spices for completing touches before taking a sip with a spoon.
"MMM," he grinned and served two plates of the soup and serve them to Jim and Delbert with extra spoons, "here now, I have a taste of me Bonza beer gut."
Delbert sniffed the soup, before gently dipping his spoon in to have some. He had some in his mouth and grinned happily. "MMM!! Wonderfully lively, and yet robust."
"Old family recipe."
Suddenly, an eyeball burst out of the stew before Delbert took a second taste. "AAH," Delbert gasped and jumped back with his soup in his outstretched arms. "In fact, the part of the old family was," Silver said before he burst into laughter. Delbert only stared in shock until Silver caught the eyeball and burst it into his mouth. "I'm just joking, Doc!"
"Uh, yes, well," Delbert awkwardly stepped back.
"I'm nothing if I'm not a prankster," Silver went to Jim, "go ahead, Jimbo, have a sip."
Jim only stared at the strange meal and took out some with his spoon. But before he could catch a bite, the spoon suddenly ate the food, turned back and two yellow eyes burst out.
Jim gasped as the spoon turned into a medium-sized pink blob as it chuckled mischievously. "Morph! You wobble-headed nonsense! Then you hid it there!"
Then Morph merged with the bowl and drank all the soup in a second. He peeked out and burped louder. As he saw Jim, he couldn't help but nuzzle him a little.
"What is that fact," Jim asked. Then he saw Morph becoming his own knuckle imitating his moves.
"He's a morph," Silver explained, "I saved the little shape-shifter from Version One."
Then Morph reappeared and tussled Jim's hair before hanging onto Silver's shoulder. "Oh, he tied me up. We've been together ever since."
A whistle was heard from above, which got Mr. Arrow's attention before turning to the group.
"We're about to start," Mr. Arrow said. "Would you like to watch the launch, Doctor," he held his hand and motioned his hand towards the stairs up the main deck.
"Would I? Does an active galactic core have super-luminal jets," Delbert said, smiling. Mr. Arrow didn't get the joke and only stared blankly, not moving his position. "I'll follow you," Delbert stated, feeling awkward as he went up the stairs. Jim was about to leave, only for Mr. Arrow to stop him.
"Mr. Hawkins will stay here," he said while Silver took another sip of his soup, "in your charge, Mr. Silver."
Hearing this caused Silver to choke on his soup in shock. "My apologies, sir, but–" he began to stutter behind a surprised Jim.
"Captain's orders," Mr. Arrow declared, turning from the stairs to the two surprised men, "keep the new cabin boy occupied."
"Aw, but, you can't––" Jim said at the same time Silver spoke, pointing at the cyborg cook.
"No, you can't––" Silver said at the same time Jim spoke, pointing at the boy. They both sighed in the same fashion one another, rubbing the bridges of their noses in annoyance before turning to each other.
Silver began to walk around the cottage boy. "Well, the captain brought you to me, right?"
"Whatever," Jim shrugged, noticing the seriousness in the cyborg's voice.
"Who's a humble cyborg to argue with a captain," Silver said, resuming his ingredients for the meal.
"Yes," Jim nodded. Then he noticed a barrel filled with some familiar purps. They were purple. He caught one and slowly walked over to Silver. "You know, these purps are a bit like the ones back home...on Montressor. Have you ever been there?"
"Ah...can't warn, Jimbo," Silver said, catching a vegetable in the air before it fell.
Then Jim took a bite out of the purp. "If I think about it. Just before I left, I met this guy who, um...he was kind of looking for a cyborg buddy of his."
"Is that so," Silver said, not looking away from his work.
"Yes. What was the old salamander's name? Oh, yes. Bones. Billy Bones. Do you know anyone by that name?"
"Bones? Bones," Silver wondered, lifting his pot while shaking his head no. "You have no idea. Must've been another cyborg. There are a lot of cyborgs roaming this haven," he grinned as he placed the pot in the stove.
"Ready to cast off," they heard Mr. Arrow ordering above them.
"Off with you, boy," Silver gently shoved Jim, "watch the launch. A lot of work awaits you afterwards."
Jim kept his eyes on Silver before heading up the stairs towards the deck. Silver's mood changed from sweet to serious as Morph climbed on his shoulder. Then he gave Morph a small snack for him to nib on.
"We'd better keep an eye on that, shouldn't we, Morph? We wouldn't want him to stray facts he shouldn't," Silver silently said to Morph, who nodded his head yes.
That night at the Dearly residence, Roger was setting up a romantic dinner for himself and Anita. He had asked her if he could come over and if they could have dinner together, and she said yes. After Anita sent Peter over to her parents' house for the evening, Roger came over where the two of them could have dinner.
Roger lit two candles on a coffee table and then poured apple juice in a fancy green bottle into two fancy glasses.
"I have no chance to enter the store," came Anita's voice. "Well, unless you need Peter's food," she began as she walked down the stairs, only to be greeted at the bottom by Roger, who was holding a fancy glass of orange juice. Anita wore a blue sleeveless dress that went down to the calf of her legs and she wore blue high heel shoes.
"It's already set," said Roger before handing Anita a wine of purple juice.
"You found a chicken cup," Anita asked.
"I was ordered from the highway," said Roger.
"Yes...can you do that," asked Anita as she walked past Roger.
"Well, they take plastic, don't they? It'll be every moment," said Roger.
"Not for a moment," Anita replied.
"I don't know about you, but I'm hungry right now," said Roger. "Money is not a fact. All this from Nanny," he said as he and Anita sat down on the sofa.
"I remember thanking her," said Anita.
"No. Tonight, we're not thinking about anyone else or anything else. No worries, no problems. Tonight, I'm alone with you," said Roger.
"I like that sound," said Anita.
"This is our night of rest......from our lives," said Roger.
Then Roger and Anita did a toast with their two glasses.
"Now why do I not know that this house is being transported," Anita asked.
"I have no idea," said Roger.
"You know, I don't have the best new year in January and February," said Anita.
"Why would you say that, Anita," Roger asked.
"Well, I'm not saying it's bad, I say...February is so less than January," said Anita.
"Then what's the problem, Anita? I mean, these last few weeks of last month, you say you want to warn me something, if you want to, you close anytime. This sounds really complicated," said Roger.
"That is...but I hope it's not too complicated for you to do," said Anita.
"Then lay it on my head," said Roger before placing his drink on the coffee table.
Anita sat her drink on the coffee table next to Roger's. "I don't know where to start. Yes...but the first fact to know is that I will never cut Patch in my life."
"How can you be there to warn me that you didn't cut Patch in your life until he said you did it at the hospital," Roger asked.
"Because that's true," said Anita.
"But if we have Peter in today's hospital, Patch said you'd cut him off from your life," said Roger.
"It's just not cutting in my life...not ready, anyhow---" said Anita.
"It's not a wish? What was he thinking," Roger asked.
"I thought of everything to convince him that I didn't want him in my life again," said Anita.
"Faked? What on Earth for," Roger asked.
"To store Perdita and the puppies, if you've had my hands and have the money that he'll do to surgery to the hospital, but I agree to give up."
"What," Roger asked, "oh, my heavens, that's..."
"Unbelievable, right? Cruella wanted me to break Patch's heart, otherwise I'd let my baby dog die. I mean, you can imagine what if I didn't do what he wanted me to do, not only I'd lose my daughter Perdita, we would lose her four puppies. We didn't even know she was having a baby at that time."
"You're joking," said Roger.
"I wish I had been. But I was furious. Cruella forced me to break Patch's heart, I can't say no. I love Perdita and Peter, I must do what I can to save him. If you have children and pets, you understand, right," Anita asked.
"Oh, my heavens, Anita, why didn't you warn me about all this," Roger asked.
"I promised Cruella that I'd keep this between me and her. She said, and I say, this agreement is between us. You won't warn anyone, including Patch. But if you do....I'll murder the life of my son, our dogs and our puppies. Cruella knows you.....face-to-face," said Anita.
"But I trust you with all my secrets. Yes, my feelings were saved by hearing this, but it made me realize that it was easier for you to hurt me," said Roger.
"That was the last fact I wanted to do so," said Anita.
"It's good to be you then," said Roger.
"What have I done to show you myself," Anita asked.
"You helped save your son's dog. But in the process.....you also saved four beautiful dogs. I mean, yes, what you did was there, but...I found it. But if I have any pets or children...I'll do anything to protect them from harm," said Roger.
"Well, now you know the truth. What now," Anita asked.
Roger and Anita looked at each other for a second before leaning in to kiss. But just as they were about to do so, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," said Anita before getting up from the sofa.
Roger got up from the sofa and followed Anita to the door.
Anita opened the door and saw Cruella standing on the other side. She wore a short, cream fur coat, red high heel shoes and had her purse with her.
Alongside Cruella was Jadis, who wore a white fur coat and blue high heel shoes.
"Cruella? What are you doing here," Anita asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I think I should've called first. But this is the kind of indifference," said Cruella.
"How do you know where I live," Anita asked.
"I left the hospital with you," said Cruella.
"What are you doing here? Why," Anita asked.
"Because I have the grace to ask you, Anita," said Cruella.
"Who's this," Anita asked.
"My best friend is from Vegas and my respectable girl," said Cruella.
"Hi," said Jadis.
"Look, I want to speak to you," said Cruella.
"Is he with you and Patch at the motel," Anita asked.
"She's fine visiting," said Cruella.
"Why are we speaking tomorrow on the street," Anita asked.
"Why are we speaking now? This is amazing," said Cruella.
"Well, fine," said Anita before she and Roger moved aside, "put it on."
Cruella and Jadis entered into the house and Anita closed the door behind them. As they all entered into the living room, Cruella and Jadis noticed the lit candles and the two glasses of cherry juice sitting on the coffee table.
"I'm sorry. You're right, I would've called," said Cruella.
"Oh, but then you can't ruin our night. This is all about you and...I yet don't have your name. Lucky, Rolly," said Anita.
"It's Jadis. Remember? We met in court first place today," said Jadis.
"Oh, yes, that's right. Let me guess, you're a rocket scientist," said Anita.
"At least, I'm not a dietitian," said Jadis.
"No, c'mon, let's go to Vegas, which is what they call your ladies these days," said Anita.
"Wait, you don't laugh," Jadis said to Cruella.
"Excuse me," Anita asked.
"Cruella warned me that you're not happy that you loved her since she was a child, but she never said you were a fool," said Jadis.
Then Anita lunged at Cruella, but Roger caught her, preventing the single mum from attacking the Vegas girl.
"Get out fast," Roger ordered.
"She doesn't mean anything," said Cruella.
"Look, I don't want to know who she is, she can't speak to me like that," said Jadis.
"I don't know what Cruella warned you about, but..."
"She's done some nonsense, which makes her a human being," said Jadis, cutting Roger off.
"Is that what you warned her about? You're not proud of threatening my son's dog life, you're disgraceful of the threat of murdering me if I warn anyone anything, uh...almost letting your son's dog and her four unborn puppies to die," said Anita.
"You never warned me that. Man or girl," said Jadis to Cruella.
"We're not here to do all these facts," said Cruella.
"Why are you here, Cruella," Jadis asked.
"Do you blame Patch postponing the wedding until you return to Vegas in May? Or perhaps your friend here can't stay in the motel. I agree I'll stay with Patch, not to open the Vegas girls' dormitory," said Anita.
"Where are you going to speak to me if I'm dirty? And you don't know me," said Jadis.
"You're Cruella's best friend, that's all I need to know," said Anita.
"That's it," said Jadis as she approached Anita.
"I don't want to force you out," said Roger as he put himself between Jadis and Anita.
"Look, I want to say something, alright," Cruella asked with her hand raised, "will you let me say it before my nerves stop?"
"Well, you found our attention, Cruella. Say what you came here to say, please, go ahead," said Roger.
"Alright, um...where are they," Cruella asked.
"Where are people," Anita asked.
"The dogs, that's it," said Cruella.
"There's no time for fun and games, where are the little brutes," Jadis asked.
"They're in their bedroom. Why," Anita asked.
"It's perfect," said Cruella, before she walked up to a door, followed by Jadis, Roger and Anita. She opened the door and saw the fifteen Dalmatian puppies inside, sleeping in a doghouse on a white furry cover.
Pongo, Perdita and the other fifteen dogs are awake and growled until they saw Cruella and Jadis entering into the room.
"How wonderful. How wonderful! How perfect..." said Cruella as she stared wide-eyed at the sleeping puppies. Cruella turned back to Anita, who was now standing in a doorway with Roger. "Alright. Put them in a bag. I'll take them with me right now," she said before she and Jadis walked out of the room.
Pongo walked up to the doorway and stood there to watch the entire scene.
"What? They were just born," said Roger.
"I can see that," said Cruella.
"But Cruella, the dogs will stay with their mother for several weeks. They're not ready to go," said Anita.
"Well, fine, put some brutes in my reserve. How much have you done," Cruella asked.
"They're not for sale," said Roger.
"Oh? You came in with the money, did you? Did you invent some foolish game that would get the bad children into a video game genre," Jadis asked.
"Of course I have––––"
"Now wait a moment, guys. What Roger meant to say was that we weren't sure we're going to sell the dogs. I was afraid we couldn't let them go. Poor Perdita, it would break her heart," said Anita.
"Anita, don't be silly. You won't be able to keep them. You'll be able to buy food for yourselves," said Cruella.
"I'm sure we'll interact," said Anita.
"Yes, I know. Hahahahaha. I know, haha. Roger's––haha––Roger's songs. Ahahahahahaha," said Cruella while laughing as Pongo growled at her and Jadis as they both laughed. "Now, of course, enough of this foolishness. I'll pay you double for what they cost. Come now, I'm too old for this," said Cruella as she reached into her purse and got out a pen and her checkbook. The 29-year-old devil woman attempted to write the price down on the check, but no ink came out. "Break this pencil! Break that ugly, ugly paper," she said, shaking the pen. As she did so, ink came out and splattered Roger and Pongo. "Where will the dogs leave their mother? Two weeks? Three weeks?"
Pongo growled at Cruella, baring his sharp teeth.
"Never," said Roger.
Cruella stopped writing and looked at Roger. "What?"
"We don't sell the puppies. Not at the same time. Do you understand," Roger asked.
"Jadis, is that true? I really don't know Roger," said Cruella.
"Well, Cruella, she looks like..."
"Oh, surely he must've been laughing..." said Cruella, cutting off Jadis.
Roger and Pongo looked into the dogs' room and saw a mournful Perdita lying down on the floor, looking at them. Roger turned his attention back to Cruella and Jadis. "No! No, I mean it! You don't get one! Not ONE!! And that's the last straw!"
"£500," said Cruella.
"Oh, boy," said Anita.
"£7,500. Gorgeous? Two arms, two legs and a head," said Cruella.
"But Cruella, what are you going to do with fifteen puppies," Anita asked.
"I mean that doesn't matter, Anita. She can't have anything because they're not for sale," said Roger.
"I'm getting very sick of you, Roland," said Cruella.
"Roger."
"Anything. Take it," said Cruella as she offered the couple the signed check.
But Roger and Anita said nothing that Cruella was offering them, but they couldn't make up their minds.
Then Cruella held the check in front of Roger and Anita. "Take it," she whispered.
Roger and Anita looked at the check that Cruella had signed and was holding up in front of them. On it was written "Pay to Anita Dearly. £7,500". Despite the enormous amount of money that was written on the check, Roger and Anita yet said nothing.
"TICKEEEETTTTT," Cruella shrieked with her eyes as big as saucers as a loud crack of thunder was heard, causing the lights in the house to go off and then come back on again. Cruella just stared at Roger and Anita while yet offering the check, with a creepy wide smirk on her face, one of her eyes twitching and her whole body trembling.
"Cruella...the puppies are not for sale," said Anita.
"You're sure," Cruella asked.
"Yes! We don't sell the puppies! You won't get one! And it's not on you," said Roger.
"Yes. You're not wanting to accept permission from Cruella, that would cost twice as much? That's foolish," said Jadis.
"A small bundle of love and joy is worth more than money can buy," said Anita.
"Alright. Keep the little children. Do what you want with them. Eat them, for everything I think," she said as she tore up the check. "You're an idiot, Anita! I've no use for idiots. You've been fired! You're done! You're not going to work in fashion anymore! I'm with you all," she said as she threw the torn up check in Roger and Anita's faces. "I'll even get them! Just you wait! You'll be very mournful! You fools! You IDIOTS," she said before storming away from the front door.
"Oohhhh....move ahead, Roger," said Jadis before following after Cruella.
Then the door closed shut as Pongo ran up to the door, who barked at it after Cruella and Jadis had left.
"Oh, Roger, you're beautiful," said Anita as she hugged Roger.
"Thank you," said Roger.
"Oh, you are a hero," said Anita.
Pongo went back into the dogs' room and went up to Perdita. "But wait a moment, guys. We're keeping the dogs! Every one of them! My master's friend, Roger, warns these mean girls! He warns them, Perdy, they go out! Darling, they go out for good!"
"Oh, Pongo," said Perdita in a happy tone.
Pongo laid down behind Perdita as they and the other dogs watched the puppies as they continued to sleep in their little doghouse.
Executive ProducersDENNIS DeSHAZERSHERYL STAMPS LEACH
Senior ProducerJIM ROWLEY
ProducersJEFF GITTLEMARTHA DATEMA LIPSCOMB
DirectorBRUCE DECK
WriterREBECCA SELF SNIDER
Production DesignerJESS NELSON
Musical DirectorBOB SINGLETON
Lyricists/ComposersSTEPHEN BATES BALTESLORY LAZARUS
Performance DirectorPENNY WILSON
Educational SpecialistsMARY ANN DUDKO, Ph.D.MARGIE LARSEN, M.Ed.
Cast:Voice of Barney... BOB WESTBarney's Body Costume... DAVID JOYNERVoice of Baby Bop... JULIE JOHNSONBaby Bop's Body Costume... JEFF AYERSVoice of B.J. ... PATTY WIRTZB.J.'s Body Costume... JEFF BROOKS
Cast:Shawn... JOHN DAVID BENNETT, IITosha... HOPE CERVANTESStella the Storyteller... PHYLLIS CICEROJason... KURT DYKHUIZENKathy... LAUREN KINGJuan... MICHAEL KROST
Cast:Carlos... COREY LOPEZMin... PIA MANALOJulie... SUSANNAH WETZELB.E.N. ... MARTIN SHORTScroop... MICHAEL WINCOTT
Associate ProducerERIC NORBERG
Stage ManagerTERRIE DAVIS MANNING
Lighting DesignerSTEVEN BRILL
EditorMcKEE SMITH
Audio DirectorDAVID M. BOOTHE
Art DirectorELIZABETH SAGAN VELTEN
Wardrobe Supervisor/DesignerLISA O. ALBERTSON
Technical Operations SupervisorRANDY BREEDLOVE
Video EngineerBINK WILLIAMS
Camera OperatorsLARRY ALLEN OZ COLEMANTOM COX BRUCE HARMON
Production AudioRONALD G. BALENTINE
Boom OperatorsJAMES JOHNSONDAVID SMITH
Lighting DirectorCASEY COOK
Key GripBUZ CANNON
Lighting Board OperatorTODD DAVIS
Grip/ElectricJAMES EDWARDS
Construction SupervisorCHARLES BAILEY
Craft Shop SupervisorRAY HENRY
Art/Craft CoordinatorAMY ATHERTON
Set DresserAGGIE DAVIS-BROOKS
DraftspersonCHRISTOPHER McCRAY
Craft/Prop ArtistMARK BROGAN
Props/Special EffectsDAVID COBB
CarpentersTY M. BURNSDANNY SMITH
Scenic PainterE. (BILL) SLETTE
Swing CrewCARMELO GOMEZ
Costume Shop ManagerGEORGIA FORD WAGENHURST
Costume TechnicianD.J. SEGLER
Costume SewingNATALIE SERGI-SAARISUSIE THENNES
Make-Up DesignerJEANIE L. D'IORIO
Hair StylistDEBRA HERTEL HAEFLING
Costume/Wardrobe AssistantsBRIAN BLEVINS SANTIAGO MOLINAJANET BUSH SARAH SUNDERMAN
Field ProducerSANDY JANTZEN
Post VideotapeDUDLEY ASAFF
Dialogue EditorDENICE CROWELL
Post Production AudioCRAIG CHASTAIN
Production Office ManagerSUE SHINN
Script SupervisorCATHERINE REYNOLDS
Production CoordinatorsJULIE HUTCHINGSKELLY MAHER
Production AccountantDEBBIE COTTLE
Production SecretaryAUSTIN GRAY
Asst. to Performance DirectorDAVID VOSS
Production AssistantJOEL ZOCH
Barney Music DepartmentJILL HANCE CHARLES KINGJONATHAN SMITH ETHEL WADSWORTH
For Singleton Productions, Inc.KEITH DAVENPORT LARRY HARONMIKE PIETZSCH
Educational Research StaffPATSY J. ROBLES GOODWIN, M.Ed.KIMBERLY THORNTON, M.Ed.JOY STARR
Children's TeacherSANDRA GILPIN
Children's SupervisorMARY EVANS
Barney and the Backyard Gang™ and Barney & Friends®were originally developed by Sheryl Leach,Kathy Parker and Dennis DeShazer.
Vocal Performances Enhanced with Help fromSingleton Productions, Inc.
"I Love You" • Lyrics by Lee Bernstein (BMI)
Special Thanks toTom Rennen of Intelligent Light Digital ImagingMcDonald's
Original Barney, Baby Bop and B.J.Costumes byIRENE COREY DESIGNASSOCIATES
Produced byTHE LYONS GROUP ANDCONNECTICUT PUBLIC TELEVISION
For Connecticut Public TelevisionExecutives in ChargeLARRY RIFKIN
Executive in ChargeRICHARD C. LEACH
BARNEY & FRIENDS • Twice is Nice!Copyright 2002 • Lyons Partnership, L.P.