[electrical crackling]
[humming]
[upbeat rhythmic music plays]
[engine roars]
[tires squeal]
[atmospheric music plays]
It looks like some kind of calendar.
Moray has drilled tunnels
to somehow target important buildings in rich areas of the city.
Who knows how the ancient artifacts factor into his plan,
but this calendar might tell us when he'll strike.
Cool. So, can anyone read it?
I wish Palindrome were here.
-He'd know how. -[Ms. Nowhere] Oh, yeah?
Then why didn't your pal Pal include a genius interpretation in his message?
He probably didn't have enough time to analyze it. [gasps]
Moray must have captured him after Palindrome sent the photo.
-How do you know he was captured? -If he wasn't captured, he'd be here.
He promised we'd go out for ice cream when he got back,
and Palindrome doesn't break promises.
It's okay to be jealous of my new friendship, Ms. Nowhere.
I'm not jealous! I've got my own new best friend!
-[slurping] -[smooching]
-[all groan] -Right on the mouth.
Hey, guys. Shouldn't we get back to the calendar, and stopping Moray?
And saving Palindrome!
I bet the curator can read the calendar. Let's take it to him.
This time, let's play it cool and make sure the hauler's uncloaked.
We're always scaring that guy.
[vehicle approaches]
-[clattering] -[gasps]
[beeping, hissing]
[shouting]
[whirring]
[techno music blares]
[screams]
Sorry! We were really hoping not to freak you out this time.
Wow! This calendar appears to be from the same pre-Aztec religion
as the headdress, jaguar tooth and obsidian ring!
All other artifacts were thought to be destroyed!
Where on Earth did you find this?
Our associate sent us that photo from a tunnel system beneath the city.
What does it say?
It appears to be a doomsday calendar.
Huh? Doomsday?
It says that the world is going to end in 12 seconds!
[all exclaim]
Oh, no, sorry. That's a bean pod, not a cricket.
The world ends in 12 hours.
-[all gasp] -Still not good!
According to the calendar,
the Ocelot King will appear at the appointed hour
to lead his fiery volcanic army,
cleansing all of the evil from the Earth, and leaving only his supporters.
Man, I don't want a fiery cleansing!
I bet Moray wants to make that prophecy come true.
Ah! This culture had a superior knowledge of astrological time.
[curator] There is likely complex scientific reasoning behind the prophecy.
Hm. There is an especially strong
lunar and interplanetary gravitational pull right now. Hm.
-You see? -Yes!
[chuckles] Yeah, I see it too!
But just to make sure we're on the same page, could you say it out loud?
[Frostee] Moray used the calendar to work out
when magma would be nearest to the Earth's surface,
due to the gravitational pulls.
He's taking advantage of the high level of magma
to generate a big eruption in 12 hours.
-He's making-- -[in unison] A giant volcano machine!
-[sighs] -We got to take him down.
And save Palindrome!
So we stop him from erupting the volcano in whatever sciencey way he's planning to.
Which one? There are volcanoes all around Mexico City.
Plus, the cops have the hauler and our cars.
I could fly one of my drones in
to locate Palindrome and Moray's volcano-exploding tech.
Then what? We just stroll in on foot?
I bet those tunnels go for miles.
And what if one of your drones "senses a rave" again?
One false alarm...
What about all the times we did want a rave?
We got to get our rides back.
-[atmospheric music plays] -[rumbling]
[Palindrome] Why do you want to use a volcano to blow up the entire city?
You're better than that, Moray.
I'm not going to blow up the entire city.
My tunnels pinpoint specific buildings,
so I don't hurt the impoverished locations I wish to uplift.
[rattling, whirring]
Finally, the playing field will be levelled,
and the common people will take back what is rightfully theirs.
[Moray] The artifacts are not just symbolic.
Their jewels will power the eruption.
Huh. That's the most cohesive statement you've made since capturing me.
Proof that these majestic items were brought down to Earth by ancient aliens.
Okay, back to crazy town.
Sir, Ms. Nowhere and her team escaped from the hauler.
[groans] That woman never quits, does she?
Not her style.
Activate all our defense systems.
If they set one foot in the tunnels, take them out!
[Frostee] Ah! Found our cars.
They're still in the hauler,
which is on lockdown in a high-security facility downtown.
Julius and I still have our credentials intact.
We can complete the forms to get the hauler out through proper legal channels.
That way, we don't risk getting arrested or captured.
Oh, please, Gary. You're just saying that because you love doing paperwork.
We got the hauler cab. We could use it to bust into the facility.
-My way is quicker. -Is it?
How about this: Gary and Julius can go the paperwork route,
while the rest of us sneak into the facility.
I like it! We'll see who finishes first.
Oh, it's on!
Guys, we're all working toward the same goal.
This is a compromise, not a competition.
Because obviously we're gonna destroy Gary and Julius!
Here's the plan.
[Tony] The Trojan Horse.
We'll park the hauler cab right in front of the facility,
with Frostee in the secret compartment in the wheel well.
The feds will be all over it, and tow it inside a secure lock.
Then, Frostee can just attach the cab to the hauler and drive it out.
The trap's set.
-It sure is cramped in here. -[Tony] Don't worry. You'll be out soon.
Just a sec...
We'd like to fill out the necessary forms to release a vehicle.
Private or government?
Neither, actually. It belongs to an agency that doesn't officially exist.
Also, it was impounded.
Because it was housing fugitives.
-Oh... -[sighs]
Julius, I have to admit: I'm nervous.
What if my signature freezes up under pressure?
-[sighs] -What would Palindrome say?
That I have spent my entire life training for this very moment.
That's exactly right!
The past is prelude to the magnificent now!
[stirring music plays]
[Frostee] Uh, guys? My butt's asleep.
Are we getting towed yet?
[siren sounds]
[suspenseful music plays]
Ooh, here we go.
Are you kidding me?
[Tony grunts]
[dramatic music plays]
You think you can ticket my car right here?
Ticket that!
Whoa! [yells]
Nice.
Alright, Frostee.
[Echo] You're about to go inside.
-[clanking] -[whimpers]
[suspenseful music plays]
Hooking up to the hauler.
-[crashing] -[yelps]
You're too far to the left! It's not gonna hook up!
Okay, stop. Stop!
[Cisco] Why are you still moving?
[clanking]
[grunts] Nailed it!
[screeching]
[exclaims]
Aw, come on!
What?
[Frostee] Aw, man...
Ugh. They must have taken the hauler apart to analyze it.
Don't worry, I got this.
I'm not just a tech guy, I'm a man of action.
[straining]
Can your action be letting us in, bro?
Ugh, that's heavy.
[Gary grunts] Okay, hey.
[ambient music plays]
[grunts]
Oh my goodness!
[pants, sighs]
I can still do this. "No lemon, no melon." Palindrome, 1991.
Yeah, I never really got that one.
I'm getting concerned Ms. Nowhere might pull ahead...
Oh, how about we call the cops on them?
No! I want to win this and gain her respect fair and square.
-[beeping] -Huh? What?
[tense music plays]
Breach in the garage!
[both gasp]
-Well, we didn't tell them. -Still fair and square.
[grunts, sighs]
-Aw, man! -[watch beeps]
Frostee! Let us in! That's an order!
-I said I can do this! -[dramatic music plays]
I'm the one who got stuffed in the cab, so I get to have my moment right now.
-[banging] -[gasps]
[dramatic music plays]
-[yelps] -[wrench clatters]
I'm letting you in! I don't want this moment!
[barking]
[grunting]
[exclaims, groans]
[yelps]
[grunts]
-[yelling] -[Roscoe snarls]
[drone detonates]
[groaning]
Whoa, where did they all come from?
[grunting]
Those over-empowered oafs called in a tip!
I can't wait to see their faces when we still beat them!
[Ms. Nowhere laughs]
Hey, hauler's good to go!
-[tense music plays] -Aw, man.
This thing is parked in so tight, I don't know if I can turn it around.
You're gonna need to execute a 28-point turn
to get us pointed to the garage door.
Back up to your left.
-[crashing] -[grunts]
[all exclaim]
-[crashing] -[alarm rings]
Ugh! This is gonna take forever.
-[ringing] -Two can play at this game.
[ambient music plays]
I just received notification that your credentials are no longer valid.
[Gary and Julius gasp]
[in unison] Ms. Nowhere!
-[grunting] -[bones crack]
[grunts]
Aw, I was so close to beating the agency record
for most forms filled out in 30 minutes!
Don't you give up, Gary! Palindrome would want this for us.
[Julius] I want this for us!
-[stirring music plays] -[grunting]
Hi-ya!
-Whoa! -[clanking]
-[barking] -Man!
-[slurping] -[clanking]
-[munches] -[yawns]
-[female voice] Turn 28 of 28 executed. -Finally!
[slurps]
-We're lined up! Take out the door! -Yes!
[dramatic music plays]
Hey, guys.
This thing is definitely more taller than four meters.
-Four meters? That's like 50 feet! -I thought it was, like, ten inches.
Ay, you guys need to go metric.
[dramatic music plays]
[scraping]
-[juddering] -[exclaiming]
[yells]
[scraping]
[exclaims] How did they even get it in here?
They must have taken it down in some elevator.
-[scraping continues] -Ugh!
[tense music plays]
Okay, so the elevator was right in front of us.
-Should I turn back around? -[all] No!
["The Flower Duet" plays]
-[echoing crash] -[slo-mo scream]
[classical music continues]
-[echoing crunch] -[slo-mo groan]
[slo-mo wail]
[watch beeps]
[music intensifies]
It's...
beautiful.
[classical music fades]
-[shrieks] -[yells]
-[grunting] -[fast-paced music plays]
[yells]
[whirring]
[female voice] Approved.
-Yes! -They said it couldn't be done!
I've never seen anyone fill those out so quickly.
[laughs]
-[horn sounds] -[all gasp]
[dramatic music plays]
[all cheer]
[Layla] Yeah!
You lost, Gary!
[yelling]
[groaning]
I did not lose. I won.
-[engine roars] -[mid-tempo music plays]
-[panting] -Good boy!
We're pretty squished back here.
Could one of us sit up front?
[Roscoe barks]
-Uh... -[growls]
[Tony] These tunnels lead to Moray's lair.
Frostee, once we're in, launch your mapping drone so we can navigate.
Time to stop Moray and his giant volcano machine.
-[rhythmic music plays] -[drone whirs]
We're under fire! Mapping drones are down!
[yells]
[Tony groans] Not good!
-[Echo, crackling] I got lasers. -[Layla] Me too.
-[Echo, crackling] I... -[Layla] I can't hear you.
-[tense music plays] -Frostee, what's wrong with our comms?
Moray's got defense protocols scrambling our comms.
I can't take it out!
-[dramatic music plays] -[crackling]
Sir, Nowhere's crew has infiltrated the tunnels.
Well, stop them!
[snarls]
[fast-paced music plays]
-Come in! Anyone? -I can hear you, T.
Yes! Comms are back up. [exclaims]
[groans]
Or we're just close enough to get a signal.
This place is a maze, and we don't have a map.
These guys definitely have a map,
and Moray's cars are just as crazy as his suits.
[exclaims]
[both exclaim]
Yeah, I think the new plan is just to run away.
Run away? That's not a good plan.
-[music intensifies] -[crackling]
[grunts]
[tires squeal]
Yeah! Great job with the plan, Echo.
[barking]
[screams]
[barks]
Ha! These are fake cars.
-[bumping] -[exclaiming]
-Okay, that one was very real. -[Gary and Julius scream, groan]
[rhythmic music plays]
[crashing]
[yells]
[crackling]
[Cisco and Frostee scream]
Yeah!
[groaning, screaming]
[shooting]
[Cisco yells]
Stop! We can grab it!
[tires squeal]
-Whoa! [grunts] -[Frostee grunts]
-Awesome! -[laughs]
-[engine revs] -[gasping]
[tires squeal]
[Tuco yells, grunts]
Whoa! [panting]
[grunting]
[yelling]
[whirring]
-Ha! -Nice move, bro.
-[Cisco] Yeah, Frostee! -More than a tech guy.
[techno music plays]
Roscoe, operate laser cannon.
Good boy!
He didn't do anything!
Now who's jealous, Gary? [barks]
[music continues]
Now the tunnel's ending?
Aw, man. Hang on, Tuco!
[beeping]
Guys, it feels warmer. I think I'm getting close to the volcano.
Or I just looped back around again, and my car is on fire!
[shrieks]
[fast-paced music plays]
We can't keep this up! We need a better plan!
[crashing]
[grunting]
Guys, whoever can hear me,
I'm gonna get into one of the spy cars and transmit the map of the tunnel system.
We can use it to find Moray's lair.
[exclaims]
[gasps]
[laughs]
[Tony] Whoo!
[coughs] Aw, lugnuts.
-[exclaims] -[dramatic music plays]
-[female voice] Scanning. -[grunting]
[female voice] Scanning.
[dramatic music continues]
[female voice] Scanning. Scan complete.
-Come on... -[female voice] Transmitting.
-Toretto!
-[female voice] Transmitting. -Come on! [straining]
-[female voice] Transmitted. -Yes! No!
Layla, hit the brakes!
[gasps]
Toretto, come in! Tony!
-[dramatic music plays] -[echoing] Tony!
[dramatic music plays]