Our story begins in the year of 1914 as a certain adventure group soon appeared, wearing clothes that fit the time period with Drell with them and Hilda had come along, demanding to come with him just to keep him out of trouble, and Sabrina was even there with Harvey. They soon appeared in the middle of the ground after traveling through a time portal.

"Can't we just take a bus?" Cherry groaned a bit.

"Sorry about that, dear," Hilda said, helping Cherry up to her feet. "This is going to be an interesting adventure."

"What is this place?" Patch asked as he stretched on all fours.

"We're in Washington DC, in the year 1914." Drell informed.

"Wonder who we're gonna meet here, during this point in time?" Lionel pondered.

"I guess you'll find out." Drell said, being cryptic again.

"Thanks." Cherry rolled her eyes.

"Oh, alright," Drell replied. "It's time you guys heard the truth about Atlantis."

"It's a myth though." Harvey said, though he was a mortal so he didn't know any better.

"In our line of work, myths are usually proven to be anything BUT," Lionel replied. "You're new to this mystical stuff. You'll learn."

"Lionel is right, Heath." Drell replied.

"My name is Harvey." The mortal complained.

"I knew that, Hammond," Drell said. "Now, according to my records, inside is a young man named Milo Thatch."

"And he's trying to prove that Atlantis actually exists." added Hilda.

"Interesting..." Sabrina replied. "Sounds like someone Aunt Zelda would hang around with."

"Also, this is the early 20th century," Drell reminded them. "So no phones, laptops, MP3 players, or tablets."

"Luckily I've learned to adapt with that drawback from certain other adventures such as that time in Narnia." Cherry replied.

"Got it." Lionel added.

"No TV and no WiFi..." Harvey commented. "So it'll be like visiting my grandparents during the summer."

Sabrina giggled a little from that as they walked off together, going towards a building as they passed by the various people who walked by or rode along on the road, not going near the building as an important lecture was going on.

"Wonder where this Thatch guy could be...?" Lionel commented.

"Shouldn't he be in a laboratory? A classroom? Or maybe a-" Atticus began to suggest.

"Boiler room." Drell said.

"Boiler room?" The others asked.

"Heh... He kinda has a reputation around here." Drell chuckled slyly.

"And by that you mean he's the repairman for the boiler room..." Harvey replied. "Well...you were right, guys: I DIDN'T expect that."


They soon came inside, passing by people who were examining the museum which had dinosaur skeletons.

"Hey. Hi. Hello. Pardon me. Excuse me." Cherry muttered as she passed through the crowd with her friends.

"Hiya. How's the family? What's new, pussycat? Glad to meet'cha." Lionel murmured as he followed behind.

The group soon made it into the hallway with Drell and Hilda.

"Lots of people here today." Mo commented.

"You never see that happen in museums anymore." Atticus chuckled.

"Definitely not." noted Mo as they made their way to the Boiler Room.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," A voice was heard talking, so they followed the voice because then, it would lead them to Milo. "First off, I'd like to thank this board for taking the time to hear my proposal."

"I think it's this way." Mo suggested as she went one way.

"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." The voice continued until they soon found a door as the voice got a bit louder which meant that they were going the right way.

They followed the voice at it got closer.

"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."

"Almost sounds like Atticus." Cherry commented.

"I don't sound like that!" Atticus whined which made her chuckle.

"10,000 years before the Egyptians built the pyramids Atlantis had electricity, advanced medicine even the power of flight," The voice continued before they cracked the door open slightly to peek in to see a young man giving a lecture in front of a chalkboard with some sort of strange language written on the board. "Impossible, you say? Well, no. No, not for them."

"Okay, this actually sounds interesting," Lionel noted.

"Numerous ancient cultures all over the globe agree that Atlantis possessed a power source of some kind...more powerful than steam, than...than coal!" The young man continued. "More powerful than our modern internal combustion engines."

The group soon wandered in to listen a bit as this actually sounded pretty interesting.

"More powerful than our modern internal combustion engines," The young man soon continued, showing pictures to his audience from behind his podium. "Gentlemen, I propose that we find Atlantis find that power source and bring it back to the surface. Now, this is a 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 its exact whereabouts. Now, based on a centuries-old translation of a Norse 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 had been mistranslated," he then began to erase a letter on the board from an R into a C. "So, by changing this letter and inserting the correct one we find that the Shepherd's Journal the key to Atlantis lies not in Ireland, gentlemen, but in Iceland."

"We're learning. Yaaay." Cherry commented.

Drell and Hilda both elbowed her to shut her up.

"Ow..." Cherry groaned from Drell and Hilda.

"Pause for effect...gentlemen, uh, I'll take your questions now," The young man replied, finishing his rehearsal as his telephone rang. "Uh... Would you gentlemen please excuse me for a moment?" he asked.

"What is that?" Patch whispered.

"That's a phone from this time period," Atticus replied. "I saw it in a mortal history book."

"Cartography and Linguistics, Milo Thatch speaking?" The young man smiled on the phone before he soon got an answer that made him feel unenthusiastic. "Yeah. Uh, just just a second." he then said before going to fix up the boiler as he clicked on the light to show that he didn't have an actual audience for his lecture.

"Wow, that looks a little sad." Harvey commented.

"Well, he WAS practicing," stated Lionel. "Maybe he's gonna get to give his presentation to actual people!"

"Hmm... Fair enough." Harvey then said.

Milo soon came to fix up the boiler a bit before he went back on the phone after he got it to work again. "How's that? Is that better? Yeah. You're welcome." he then hung up.

"I'm sure it'll get better soon." Cherry said.

"Gah!" Milo yelped as he saw her there. "Where'd you come from?"

"We overheard you giving your little speech and decided we'd listen in. Very enlightening." Drell replied casually. "I'm... David Scarborough, and this is my wife Hilda, our niece Sabrina, and her friends, Lionel, Cherry, Monique, Atticus, and Harrison."

"Harvey." replied Harvey.

"Right, Holloway." said Drell, ignoring this.

"Ugh..." Harvey sighed.

"Oh, uh, nice to meet you," Milo replied. "I'm Milo Thatch. I didn't expect to have company down here."

"Sorry to disturb you." Cherry said then.

"Oh, it's fine," replied Milo. "I got a little time before my big presentation, so I figured I could rehearse a little more, and then I can kiss this dump goodbye."

"Good luck." Sabrina gave a small smile.

"Thanks." Milo said before walking off.

"David Scarborough?" Cherry soon asked Drell about his new name.

"Like anyone would believe Drell was a real name..." replied Drell. "Especially not someone from 1914."

Cherry opened her mouth again, but then closed it as that was a good point.

"Would you like to hear more since you're here?" Milo asked.

"Why not?" Atticus smiled. "It sounds interesting."

"All right, come with me then." Milo smiled back.

The group then sat comfortably in front of Milo to hear what he had to say about Atlantis.

"Now, as you can see by th-By this, um, map... Map, uh, th-that... Ahem... That I've drawn," Milo soon said coming to his chalkboard to show the back side with a map, though it was smeared a bit before he saw it erased before looking sheepishly on his shirt as he moved himself into place to explain during his practice lecture. "I plotted the route... That will take myself and a crew to the southern coast of Iceland to retrieve the Journal."

Just then, a cuckoo clock was heard going off four times.

Milo brushed the chalk from his shirt. "Ah. Showtime," he beamed as he picked up his supplies and charts. "Well, this is it. Finally getting out of the dungeon." Milo went over to his desk and glanced at a picture of himself as a child with a man who had glasses and a very bushy mustache.

"Is that you?" Cherry asked him.

"Yes, this is me with my grandfather." Milo smiled emotionally. He reached inside the case behind the photo, and took out his grandfather's explorer hat, which he placed on his head...though it was still a bit too large for his head, as it slid down somewhat.

The others got a bit of a chuckle out of that. A capsule soon came down in a mask.

"You got mail." Cherry then said.

Milo soon took it and opened it to see a letter, reading it aloud rather quickly. "'Dear Mr. Thatch, this is to inform you that your meeting today has been moved up from 4:30 PM to 3:30 PM'. What?!"

"A little late for that, huh?" Cherry commented as it was 4:00 now which summoned another letter for Milo.

"'Dear Mr. Thatch, due to your absence, the board has voted to reject your proposal. Have a nice weekend. -Mr. Harcourt's office'," Milo read aloud before complaining from his misfortune. "They can't do this to me!"


Several stuffy businessmen came out of a meeting room.

"I swear, that young Thatch gets crazier every year..." grumbled Mr. Harcourt.

"If I ever hear the word Atlantis again, I'll step in front of a bus!" remarked another.

"Ha-ha-ha! I'll push you!" said a third, and they all laughed and laughed.

"Excuse me?!" Atticus's voice called.

"Mr. Harcourt!" Milo's voice added.

"Good lord, there he is!" A man cried out as Milo was soon rushing towards the businessmen.

The businessmen scattered like cockroaches as Mr. Harcourt soon found that he was now alone...save for Milo.

"Ya gotta listen!" Milo exclaimed, before finding Mr. Harcourt behind a potted plant. "Uh...sir?"

Mr. Harcourt just used his umbrella to knock Milo's papers from his hands, and quickly made a run for it.

"Hey, bozo!" Cherry glared from that.

"Wait! Mr. Harcourt!" Milo cried out, chasing the man all the way outside of the museum into his car, catching him before he could ride away to show his papers to the man. "Sir, I-I have new evidence that-Please, Mr. Harcourt! Stop! Sir, if you... Could you hold... Thank you very much," he then smiled, giving him the papers before showing one to him. "Look at-"

"This museum funds scientific expeditions based on facts, not legends and folklore," Mr. Harcourt told him firmly before smiling innocently. "Besides, we need you here. We depend on you."

"You do?" Milo and the others asked.

"Yes! What with winter coming, that boiler's going to need a lot of attention." Mr. Harcourt replied.

"Boiler?" Milo asked in confusion.

"Onward, Heinz!" Mr. Harcourt then demanded to his driver.

"Geez...what a jerk!" Lionel remarked. "Didn't even give him a chance!"

"Nope." Drell replied.

"Almost reminds me of something..." Sabrina muttered about him from around when they first met before he married Hilda and they became closer as family due to the marriage.

"How so?" asked Lionel curiously.

"Oh, she's just exaggerating." Drell replied.

"I think Brina's talking about how you used to be before I talked Hilda into giving you a second chance and you were kinda crude and scary." Cherry commented to him.

"Ohhhhh..." Lionel replied with a nod. "Alright, I remember that."

Cherry tapped her knuckles together sheepishly from talking Hilda into going back to Drell after Sabrina and Harvey's first Valentine's Day together. She began to feel empathy for more people around that time, so she used it to help out the couple, but ever since she did it, it made her feel sick to her stomach to have helped a person like Drell, but deep down, she felt a little good about it.

"But there... There's a journal!" Milo cried out, showing his map as he tried to run after Mr. Harcourt's car. "It's in Iceland! I'm sure of it this time!"

"Milo...buddy...we're sorry," sighed Harvey. "But I don't think he's willing to listen to your statement."

"I can't give up!" Milo cried out.

"Sometimes you just gotta." Drell shrugged.

"You're going to make a wonderful father!" Cherry exclaimed sarcastically.

"Hey, man, if he doesn't believe you, then ditch that windbag," shrugged Lionel. "There's always a better way."

Atticus soon helped Milo off of the car.

"You don't need him," Mo told Milo. "It'll get better somehow. It always does, even when things look the most bleak."

Milo sighed. "I guess you're right..." he replied as he sadly collected his material and headed back to his apartment.

"Now if we could just show him..." Mo sighed. "But we can't control the future."

"Hey, not even I can do that, unless I'm asked to turn back time like that time that goat ran for mayor." Drell replied.

"What goat?" The group, except for Hilda, asked.

"See?" Hilda smiled innocently.

Lionel chuckled. "I vaguely remember the campaign slogan: Green Pastures, Great Country." he remarked.

Milo sighed as he got himself going, so the others followed him.

"Who cares what that Happy Feet guy thinks?" Cherry said to Milo. "We believe ya, so we might as well stick together."

"Heh... Thanks," Milo replied. "Better than nothing."

The others nodded as it started to get dark as the gray rain of depression was about to come.

"Oh, I miss Ambrose," Hilda frowned. "Would it be too much trouble to bring him with us?"

"He's a baby," Drell replied. "He'll be fine. Besides, Zelda can watch him."


Soon, the group returned to Milo's apartment.

"Fluffy? I'm home..." Milo sighed as he tried to turn on the lights. "Here, kitty, kitty..."

Suddenly, lightning flashed, illuminating the silhouette of a rather attractive-looking woman who was near the window.

"She was tall, like an Amazon warrior, with hair so blonde it reminded me of Hilda's," Lionel monologued like a 1950's private eye. "I could tell she was nuthin' but trouble...but then again, we're adventurers. Maybe we LIKE trouble..."

"Oh, my..." Cherry muttered from the blonde woman, not sure what to think.

"Milo James Thatch?" The blonde woman greeted as she stepped into the light a bit as she posed, a bit seductively by the window as the lightning flashed her image due to the electrical light being out.

"Who... Who are you?" Milo asked. "How did you get in here?"

"I came down the chimney. Ho, ho, ho," The woman smirked a bit before sitting down by the window mysteriously. "My name is Helga Sinclair. I'm acting on behalf of my employer who has a most intriguing proposition for you. Are you interested?"

"Maybe," Lionel replied. "Who's your employer?"

"If you don't mind us asking, lady." Cherry added to try to sound tough.

"Come with me," Helga smirked. "I shall take you to him."

"...Well, okay," Harvey replied. "Couldn't be that bad."