(Asian music)
(game bleeping)
(snoring)
(game bleeping)
(snoring)
- Ah, almost finished.
(mud smacking)
Just one last wad.
Yes, he shoots, he splatters!
It's good.
Monkey Od rocks.
Huh?
What?
What the?
(ominous music)
(screaming)
(drilling)
Oh no.
(suspenseful music)
No.
Ah.
No!
- Hold him down.
- Oh my, oh my God!
Make it stop.
- Hey, hey!
Settle down Xuan, you're just dreaming.
- No Ang, Xuan Chi wake up!
- [Narrator] Twins, both destined for greatness.
But only one can wear the golden powerband of the dragons.
Only one may use its power to battle the forces
of darkest evil.
The other must decide which path she will take.
(uptempo music)
Only one, the chosen one,
can be the new Golden Dragon.
(screaming)
- He's totally freaked!
We've gotta bring him out of it.
It's alright Xuan, you're safe.
You're with friends, it's okay.
- Sorry, Mommy I had a bad dream.
Much better.
- Get off me!
- You had another one of those nightmares.
I told you to lay off those banana pizzas
last thing at night.
- I have to come to suspect that Xuan's nightmares
are caused by something even more dire than banana pizza.
- [Together] Really?
- Xuan, your nightmares,
are they always of the destruction of your temple?
- Yeah, of the raiders, trying to stop them,
the temple crumbling.
- Xuan, remember it's just a dream.
- You wish that's all it was!
But it happened, remember?
My monkey temple got raided, I got kidnapped,
I'm taken all the way to Hong Kong where I manage to escape,
the closest temple is Dragon, so I come to you for help.
And excuse me for saying it,
but you ain't done squat.
- Well there has been a certain amount of saving the world
from the Zodiac Master, you know.
What's more important, your temple or everything else?
- To a Temple Guardian, there is nothing else.
- And I think it's time for me to go back.
- Xuan, don't leave!
We'll help you get back your band.
- Xuan may have a true reason for his alarm,
Guardians are attuned to their powerbands.
His must be calling to him.
- Maybe it's only guilt.
It can't be easy to know that you're a Temple Guardian
who's failed in his job.
- If he did, I don't know, his band may still be there.
After all, he was the one who got taken.
I mean, he came to us, to the Golden Dragon,
to me, for help.
- Yeah, I know.
- We have to investigate.
Besides, his nightmares are killing me.
(ominous music)
- Activity Alert, my poor broke brother and his friends
just bought cheap tickets to Cheng Du.
- Cheng Du, why Cheng Du?
- Just a hunch, but I noticed this online ad last week.
Listen, Jolly Angel Limited seeks buyer
for ancient artifacts of Cheng Du origin
with strong monkey theme.
- Monkey.
These people must have found the Temple of the Monkey.
- Found it, raided it, looted it,
but the question is, did they get the band?
- Perhaps not.
The shrine is well hidden
and the looters would not likely
have known of the band's existence.
- Well there's one way to find out.
They give a phone number.
(dramatic music)
(phone dialing)
(trees snapping)
(rock music)
- Jolly Angel Limited, Bruce speaking.
Yeah?
Hey, Bruce!
- Yep. - Yep.
- I think we might have a buyer
for all that monkey loot we picked up.
Remember that temple with that psycho kid?
- Yep, who could forget, Bruce?
He was harder to bring down than that demon
in the ruins of Seth Ra.
- Big relief when he escaped, hey, Bruce?
Right, Bruce?
- Yeah, it's from a temple, nice monkey stuff.
But it's gonna cost ya.
What's that?
What's the knife we picked up some kind
of monkey armband when we hit the place?
Bit of a nutcase, ah?
- Alright, mate, let's see, a b, b, ball, no.
- We might have it.
- Bronze statue, no.
- How much is it worth to ya, mate?
How much?!
- No, sorry, big Bruce, no band.
- Listen, we'll get back to you, mate.
Sit tight.
Back to that monkey temple, Bruce and Bruce!
We left a blanking fortune behind!
(trees snapping)
- Did they have it?
- I think not,
which means they will be on their way
back to the Monkey Temple even now.
Ling, if you would.
- Lock in on their cellphone signal
and find out where they're headed.
- Exactly.
No point in paying for the band
if I can simply obtain it first.
- Got 'em. (signal beeping)
They're on course for Cheng Du alright.
Which reminds me.
- Your brother and his friends, yes.
Xuan will know the most direct route to the temple,
so I'll need to have them delayed.
- Leave it to me.
(device beeping)
- Remind me never again to take a two hour flight
with a hyperactive monkey kid.
- I thought we were gonna get thrown off the plane
when he did that thing with the airsick bag.
(shouting)
- I still think they should let me drive.
(blasting)
- What is this?
(laughing maniacally)
- Ling.
- What kind of sister would I be
if I didn't meet my brother at the airport?
Especially when it's your final destination!
(fire smoldering)
(ominous music)
(detector beeping)
- The metal detector is drawing a blank.
This blinking band's made of metal, right?
- Got me, mate.
I couldn't ask the buyer.
Was trying to make him think we already had it.
- Ah, it could be shielded.
Switching over to paranormal field scan.
(detector buzzing)
Whoa!
- What the bloomin'?
- Oooh, you gotta see this, Bruce, you too, Bruce.
There's a massive surge of paranormal energy here.
Woohoo!
(engine revving)
(dramatic music)
- The Temple of the Monkey.
Those fools led me directly to it.
But as for the band of power, I shall find it myself.
(suspenseful music)
- Why is it that flying is always such a hassle?
- Empower the (groaning). (thudding)
- Keep them busy.
Keep them fighting!
- Okay, that's not cool.
(grunting)
(thudding)
(grunting)
- Don't let them empower!
- Empower this!
(shouting)
Ooh.
My suitcase?
No!
(thudding)
(grunting)
- Empower the (grunting).
- Keep it brief, my brother.
As for your girlfriend.
(grunting)
I always said tiger stripes look trashy.
- Back off, Shadow Dragon.
Cheng Du is my turf!
- Take him down too.
(suspenseful music)
(grunting)
- Empower the Dragon!
- Empower the Tiger!
(suspenseful music)
(growling)
(grunting)
(thudding)
(gasping)
(growling)
(thudding)
(alarm buzzing)
(booming)
(grunting)
(ball charging)
- No!
(blasting)
(screaming)
(thudding)
- These family reunions of yours are always so emotional.
- (panting) Too much baggage involved.
- Oh, will you guys quit with the jokes?
The Zodiac Master's around
and that means we gotta get moving!
- I'm betting this was a delay tactic.
The Zodiac Master wanted us out of the way
for a little while.
- He must be after my temple.
We have to get there now!
- How?
It's in the middle of the jungle, right?
We don't have a vehicle that can get us there.
- Leave that to me.
(screaming)
Here we go!
- Seat belts, we need seat belts!
- Forget seat belts, I want airbags and a crash helmet!
(ominous music)
- Where is it?
Where is the powerband?
(laser blasting)
- Looks like we got competition, my fellow Bruces.
(parameter beeping) - Whoa.
Parameters peaked at the top.
This bloke's a major super net,
demon class or better.
- Good thing I brought Matilda here then.
Ectoplasmic charges on full, lads!
(guns clicking)
(lasers blasting)
Let's waltz.
(laser blasting)
(grunting)
(Asian music)
(ominous music)
- You insolent fools!
(laser blasting) - Get 'em, Bruces!
(thudding)
- Ah, ah nuts!
My sculpture.
Doesn't anyone have any respect for the arts anymore?
- I think we got bigger problems headed our way, Xuan.
(rumbling)
(screaming)
(fire smoldering)
(screaming)
(thudding)
(Xuan squeaking)
- Well, there goes the security deposit.
- Xuan!
He's under here!
(grunting)
(laser blasting)
(thudding)
(ominous music)
(lasers blasting)
- Hold him.
How the?
- Yin bolts, strike!
(laser blasting) (yelling)
(thudding)
- Crikey, this bloke's way past demon class.
We're talking minor deity or better.
(shushing)
- He's distracted, look.
- You two.
How very convenient.
(grunting) (laser blasting)
(screaming)
I came for one powerband,
but I will gladly take three.
- No!
You trashed my temple,
and now you're hurting my friends?
(grunting)
(kick thudding)
(grunting)
(thudding)
Ah, come here!
- What is this?
You don't even have your band.
- Yeah, how is he taking on the Zodiac Master?
- Well he's still the monkey guardian
and he is seriously ticked off.
(grunting)
(thudding)
(grunting)
- Diety class power, no question!
- And hey, it's the blooming monkey boy, Bruce.
(groaning)
- Hold him!
- No!
You!
This is all your fault!
(grunting)
(thudding)
(grunting)
- Okay, this has gone far enough.
- You said it.
Let's turn up the juice!
Empower the Dragon!
(blasting)
- Empower the Tiger!
(blasting)
- No, my temple!
(thudding)
(grunting)
(laser blasting)
(thudding)
Wait, ah!
Ah, please take it outside!
Okay, you asked for it.
It's time to start fighting dirty!
(grunting)
(gasping)
- Xuan, what are you doing?
We're trying to help!
- Some help.
The way you're defending my temple
there won't be a temple left to defend.
(mud smacking) (grunting)
Yeah!
- That is enough!
(grunting)
(booming)
- Oh, no.
Oh, ah, ah.
No, no, no, no.
(groaning)
(mud smacking)
(wall crashing)
- Crikey, never seen the like.
- Hang on!
I'm getting a new reading on the parameter.
(parameter beeping)
And it's coming from behind us.
(suspenseful music)
(thudding)
- Strewth, it's the band!
(suspenseful music)
(growling)
(grunting)
- Hey, never mind him.
We've got bigger problems.
Look!
They've taken my monkey band!
- No!
(suspenseful music)
(laser blasting)
(screaming)
- Hurry, hurry!
Get us outta here!
- Uh, we're hung up on something.
- Bruce, you said a mouthful (gulping loudly)
- [Bruce] It's not responding?
- Goodday, mates.
(engine revving)
- Back off!
They're mine!
(grunting)
- Nitrous booster engage! (beeping)
(grunting)
- Matilda darling, tell the big bug to back off.
(grunting)
(engine revving)
(screaming)
- Xuan Chi!
(grunting)
- Come on, guys!
(grunting)
(thudding)
(grunting)
(screaming)
(grunting)
- Xuan Chi!
(blasting)
(fizzling)
- Blast.
- Bloomin' heck.
There goes our truck and the band.
- We'll find it and when we do
it's gonna go for a blinking fortune.
(grunting)
(triumphant music)
(water squirting)
- My band, it's gone.
- At least Zodiac Master didn't get it.
- Well you should have gone after it instead of me.
- Hey, what's more important,
supernatural cosmic power or a friend?
- Don't ask.
- It'll turn up and when it does we'll be ready.
In the meantime, banana?
(shimmering)
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)