In the early 1700s,
a sailor aboard a British merchant ship wrote,
"The beauty of the ocean
is one of the world's greatest treasures."
Yet throughout history,
the men who have sailed her have overlooked it.
Blinded by the desire for old gold and glittering gems,
they embarked on voyages to the ends of the earth
and even beyond the boundaries of time.
She's carrying treasure for sure.
Fire!
Captain, they're upon us.
Come on, mateys, on her! Get on her!
Get in there, get in there!
Go!
- Get on the ground. - On your knees!
Please, please, don't.
Ah, Mr. Pistol, this one here is going on and on
about the lost treasure of William Kidd.
Por favor, Senor Pirate.
We are just mere scientists.
There's a map.
You can take... you can have the map.
You can...
Where is this map your friend speaks of?
He is crazy from the sun.
We know of no treasure map.
Really?
Oh. That map.
This is a map to Kill Devil Cove...
just south of here.
Yes.
But you'll never be able to decipher it without our help.
Hmm.
Well then, let every man on board be spared...
lest our spoils be tainted by unnecessary bloodshed.
Here's to the Devil's Wing and her merciful crew.
Ah, so Mr. Pistol...
Ah, you spared the crew, did ya?
Yes, Captain, thought we might need them.
Oh, you thought?
But that'd be a Captain's decision, wouldn't you say?
Aye, Captain.
You see, it's thoughts like that
that sealed the fate of your father.
I would hate for something like that to happen to you.
All right, easy lad, easy.
You know I had no choice.
It was the code. Hmm.
- Aye, Captain. - Hmm.
You're a good man, Pistol.
When the devil comes for my soul,
I'll need you there to talk him out of it.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah.
So, what's all this about a treasure map?
- Right. - Ah. Hmm.
Here you are, Captain.
Ah.
Hmm?
Enjoy.
Hmm.
Carry on.
Mr. Pistol's left the helm.
Shh.
La la la la la la la.
Batten the hatches.
Welcome aboard, Captain.
Captain?
She's your ship now.
Make haste to man the sails.
Tata, Captain Lynch.
Huh? What?
Stolen.
You mutinous lot.
Pistol.
Mutiny on the bounty!
I'm gonna get you, Pistol.
How could you do this to me, you betrayer?
Fire!
- Under attack! - He's gonna kill me.
Fire!
Get the mainsail up!
The mast buckle is broken, Jeffrey.
There's nothing we can do.
Ay, ay, ay.
We've got bigger problems. Look.
Blimey.
All hands,
brace yourselves, we're going directly to hell.
The map! Get the map!
I got it!
Pistol!
That's it, Josh.
Forward stretch, pull through.
Feather.
You're getting great at this, bud.
Hey guys, I think I got something.
Nice one, Hedge.
- Hey, Josh. - What's up, my man?
Hey Brig. How's the blog?
Shh, I'm on a deadline.
Hey, you know what? I'm keeping it.
It could be worth something.
My uncle Herm once found a Coca-Cola sign
that was worth 800 bucks.
I saw your uncle on House Hoarders last week.
By the way, the odds of discovering
anything of value with a metal detector
on a public beach are very slim.
If you add up all the number of hours searching necessary
to find anything worth at least $20,
you get about 135.26 hours,
so you're basically working
for approximately 50 cents per hour.
Yeah?
Well, you haven't taken into account the anomaly.
The anomaly?
Yeah, the anomaly.
The unaccounted for, unexplained event
that occurs and defies all logic and odds?
It could happen, but in your case,
you'd better stick to your job at the yogurt shop.
You'll see.
Hey, let him dream.
I can't believe someone is stealing
all the cool pirate artifacts from town.
I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.
Who's with me?
Whoa.
Hey, guys? I think I really got somethin'.
Booyah!
What you got there, Huckleberry?
Oh, nothing.
Just a treasure map.
Hedgey, baby, I will never doubt you again.
What do you think, Brig?
It looks like the real deal to me.
Wait. This is a map of Pirate's Cove.
See, that's Devil's Bay and...
and that's Adam's Light House, and the Clock Tower.
Oh, you just reminded me.
- Summer school starts at 10:30. - Boring.
Can't we just ditch it?
I mean, it's the last day, anyway.
My mom paid a hundred bucks for that course,
and I'm never gonna hear the end of it if I don't go,
so you guys have to come, too.
Here.
We'll stash it in the tree house
and we'll figure this out after class.
Wait. Maybe we should tell my dad.
I mean, what if somebody lost it?
I found it, so it's rightfully mine.
Dude, you're thinning us out?
- I thought we were a team. - Well...
Okay. Fine. It's all of ours,
but I don't want to donate it to some lame museum.
Excuse me?
I'm just saying.
Let's go.
Look at this.
These are Lost Colony actors.
For heaven's sakes.
Blanche, have you ever seen anything like this?
No. This is a disgrace.
Okay, folks. Break it up, break it up.
Look at this.
- Oh, my head. - Wakey, wakey.
You guys are guilty of section 115-50,
which means you had a little too much to drink last night.
The ship.
On the contrary, sir, I barely had the sip last night.
Oh, I don't think so.
So why don't we all get up
and take a little stroll down to my station?
Let's go.
I got a nice place for you to rest.
Okay?
Come on, come on. You guys can walk it off.
Come on, you two.
Come on, you look worse...
Oh. Oh, man.
Let's go.
Where are we?
Where is the ship and the others?
All right?
I do not know...
but I dare say it's best we play along.
The less we say the better.
Wow. A real treasure map.
Put that away.
You want Byron to see it?
No.
Aw, crap, there he is.
Stop right there.
Hi, Byron.
Uh, skipping summer school?
Taking a homeschool course
called Advanced Leisure Studies.
What do you think you're doing?
Um, walking?
Well, you're ruining my view.
My picture postcard view of my world
without a bunch of losers in it.
Yeah?
Well how will your view look
when I stuff your head in that pitcher?
Easy.
- Whoa, was that a threat? - Brig.
Hey, Byron.
Hello, Brigitte. What's up?
Oh, nothing, just taking some donations to the orphanage.
Interesting.
Not.
Hey Brig, when are you going to lose these fools
and come over to the right side of the tracks?
Just because your dad is the mayor
doesn't make you royalty.
And what makes you think
I would ever want to hang out with you?
Well, the answer to that question
is what's known as the universal answer,
the answer that cuts through, clarifies,
and captures the essence of desires
of people around the world.
And what's that?
Money.
Money isn't everything.
You're right.
It's the only thing.
They're up to something.
Jenny Goldstein just posted that my dad
arrested a pack of drunken pirates at the inlet beach.
Look.
Probably just actors from
the Lost Colony reenactment play.
This map makes no sense.
Where's the "X"?
Made sense to someone.
It's like a puzzle but we don't know where to start.
I wish my dad was still around.
He would know how to figure this out.
He was good at this stuff.
Look for the alpha.
There's always an alpha.
A what?
An alpha, the starting clue to get you on the right track.
It's like from the game Castle of Ghouls.
You have to examine the paint strokes
to find the secret passageway.
That's a big help.
Everyone put your right hand on the skull of truth.
Repeat after me:
I swear not to tell anyone about the map.
And whatever happens, we will all get
an equal share of the treasure or whatever we find.
And whatever happens, we all get
an equal share of the treasure or whatever we find.
It is done.
- Okay. - Sounds good to me.
Wait.
What if one of us dies before we split up the treasure?
- What? - Really?
I can't help it. My dad's a lawyer.
Your dad owns a yogurt shop and does bail bonds.
Same thing.
Let's go.
Hedge.
What?
On your face.
What?
Twinkie.
Let's leave it in here.
Hey, can you guys get a little closer to each other?
All right, good, perfect.
Right there. Let's just do it.
In 1587, 115 men, women, and children
set sail from Plymouth, England
to begin a new life in a strange land.
They vanished with hardly a trace...
Leaving the historians a mystery that has never been solved.
Many people believe...
...that they disappeared into the infamous Bermuda Triangle.
The Lost Colony, this is their story.
Please, can someone answer the phone?
All right, hold on.
Hold on a second, you guys.
Uh, Betsy?
Betsy, dear?
Hi, hon.
Could you please answer the phone
because otherwise we're never going
to get through all of this.
No problem.
Aunt Victoria? Can you call me by my stage name, Constance?
Of course, Betsy.
I'm sorry, I mean, Constance.
Constance. The phone.
Right.
Hello.
Hi, Earl.
Constance.
Earl, it's Betsy.
Really?
Well, I guess they could be ours.
Okay. I'll be right over.
Okay, uh, let's take it from the top again,
and whatever happens,
I just want you guys to keep on going.
Problem.
Oh, what now?
Seems a few of our actors got
into a little trouble last night and got thrown in jail.
Our actors?
Oh, the Renaissance Faire guys from Raleigh.
Oh, well at least they showed up this year.
Earl says it's no big deal and I can go pick them up.
Okay.
Guess it pays to have a relative who's the town sheriff.
Yes it does.
Okay, you go do that while...
Don't worry. I can fix them.
- Fix what? - Those nails.
Stop with my nails.
- Go. - I'll be right back.
All right, fine. Oh wait, Betsy.
Hey, while you're out, can you stop by the house
and see if Josh has any pirate props?
Okie dokie.
Okie dokie, thank you.
Therefore according to Mr. Einstein's theory
regarding the intersection between time and space,
one would presume to be able to travel
to any place in history.
There's one key missing factor, isn't there?
Joshua?
Hmm?
Come on.
You know this.
Anything, Joshua?
Hmm?
Oh.
Mr. Young.
Wouldn't the result of such a journey
be completely random unless one cannot only
plot the eventual destination
on the time-space continuum
but also guide the subject to that destination?
And what's the solution to that? Hm?
What's the solution to controlling this intersection?
Come on, children.
Use your beans.
That's easy.
You need a time machine.
Precisely.
I'll be giving extra credit to anybody
who comes up with a design for a time machine
and schematics based on the principles of this class.
Josh?
Anyone home?
It's Constance.
That's perfect.
I'll take this,
and this,
and this.
Don't mind if I dino do.
Mayor Beecher.
Listen, you nitwit, I don't care what you do with it,
just move it.
I want that stuff out of this town pronto.
People are starting to ask questions.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Problems?
No problems.
Byron, my son, we are Beecher men.
We don't have problems,
we have new opportunities to find solutions
and to achieve greater success.
Mr. Mayor, remember you have to
do that speech at the bake sale today.
Ah, diddly poop!
Hi, Earl.
Any update on the stolen artifacts?
No, nothing yet, Betsy.
Constance.
- What's that? - Nevermind.
How about my prisoners?
Oh, I'll have 'em right up.
Hey.
You.
What are you guys in for?
It appears we're in the wrong place at the wrong time.
All right, boys. Time to rise and shine.
Got a call from your theater group this afternoon.
They sent a van to pick you up,
take you over to the Lost Colony Playhouse.
Let's go.
Welcome. I'm Betsy.
I mean, Constance.
And I guess I am your hostess, driver, and tour guide.
Anyway, it's lovely to have you here.
And I am at your service, Miss Constance.
Oh?
Um, everybody get together.
I want to take your picture for the program.
- What? - I beg your pardon, miss?
I want to take your photograph.
Scooch together so I can see everyone.
One, two, three.
Oh, wonderful.
Let's go.
Come along.
This way.
- Hello, Father. - Hello.
Look, we brought you your favorite, devil's fruitcake.
We all have our weaknesses.
Yes we do.
It's official.
I'm going vegan.
Wow. A real treasure map.
What would be buried in there?
Treasure, you dope.
I know, but like, what kind?
Gold, diamonds, rubies, gold?
You said gold twice.
I like gold.
Hey, what time is?
I'm starving.
I thought you went vegan?
It's gluten free.
Well, it's not "free" free.
You're gonna have to pay for that.
I'm good for it.
You guys didn't tell anyone about the map, did you?
You're so paranoid.
No one knows about the map, but us.
What's this about a map then?
Nothing, Professor.
Yeah. We were just working on a...
Visitor's map for the Town Square.
You know, there's so many treasures to be found.
The Nautical Museum and the library?
Really?
I'd be obliged to offer you my expertise.
How's your mom then, Joshua?
Fine.
Do give her my regards, won't you?
Yeah.
Okay.
Weird.
He took your dad's job, and then...
now he's trying to make moves on your mom.
Good luck with that.
Here we are.
Your chariot awaits.
Where are the horses?
You're just gonna love it here.
I've been involved with the Colony since I was 12.
My family's from here, too.
My ancestors came over from England
and settled right here in Pirate's Cove.
Now, if I could just locate my keys,
we could get going.
Anyway, call me a romantic,
but I love the gallantry, the chivalry.
Don't get me wrong, this place is fine,
but sometimes I wish I could've lived back
in the 18th century.
Um, excuse me, ma'am?
What year might this be?
You really take the acting thing seriously.
The map, it's gone.
I bet it was that snake Byron.
Yeah. Let's go get him.
Hold your horses. It was just your aunt, see?
Who's Constance?
That's Betsy.
Oh.
That's a relief.
But we still have to get that map back
before anyone else sees it. Come on.
All right.
I guess we'll do it from there.
So let's give it a go.
Well, blast ye then, ye scoundrels.
Aye, blast ye.
No, guys. Come on.
You're pirates.
Where's the emotion? Okay?
Be pirates.
Okay. Again.
Well, blast ye then, ye scoundrel.
Aye.
Blast ye!
Okay.
Um, all right.
Hi.
Sorry I took so long.
That's okay. Oh, good.
- Oh, these are so great. - Mmm-hmm.
Thank you. I'm glad you found these.
These are the new actors from Raleigh.
Aren't they cute?
Oh, they look like pirates.
Yes. And they really have the accents down.
Mr. Pistol, this is our director, Victoria Dare.
It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Dare.
Oh.
It's actually missus.
My condolences.
Oh?
Please, allow me to introduce my crew.
Arr.
This is more like it.
They look like pirates even down to their teeth.
Mmm-hmm.
Arr!
You guys are gonna be perfect for this.
Um, all right. Great.
Why don't you go with Betsy and she'll
get you guys some scripts and then we can go through it?
In fact, we are not masters of the written word,
but we could employ some improvisation.
I love improv, so I cannot wait to see
what you guys are gonna do.
Those are the guys from the beach.
All right. Why don't you go with her?
I'm gonna go get the map. You guys meet me at the exit.
All right?
Hi, Mom.
Hey, kiddo.
Oh, how was the treasure hunting?
What?
Oh, I ran into Hubert's dad at the ice cream shop,
and he said you guys took out
his old metal detector on the beach.
Oh, yeah.
No treasure yet.
Oh, well the next time.
Yeah.
By the way, do you know what Betsy did
with the stuff from the tree house?
There was just a map and we were just going
to make a tourist map for the mayor.
Oh, that sounds like fun.
Is there anything I can do to help?
Yeah. Did you see the map anywhere?
Uh, oh, you know what?
Check this box that Betsy just brought.
It might be in there.
Thanks, Mom.
- Bye. - Bye.
Mmm-hmm.
Jeffrey. The map.
Come on.
Go.
Here are the scripts.
Why don't we call it a day and go over them tomorrow?
Victoria's information is on the script
if you have any questions.
- Aye, ma'am. - Excellent.
Oh, and if you need a place to sleep,
you can use the cots up on the balcony.
One for you,
one for you,
and a mixed greens salad for me.
It's good.
You guys, I feel like we're being watched.
You're paranoid.
- Boo! - Ah!
I knew it.
What do you want, Byron?
Just a friendly reminder for you, Hubert.
It's the second.
Tell your dad rent was due yesterday.
The check's in the mail.
I hope so.
We don't want to charge you a late fee.
See you later, losers.
Let's get outta here.
What about my salad?
Come on.
Cool.
You see that drawing of where that fort is?
That's right where City Hall is today.
- Hedge! - Aw, my lemonade!
Nice one, Hedge!
Sorry.
Hedge, you're a genius.
I am?
It's invisible ink. The alpha!
"They voyager points to where me shanty rings true,
"and fills the air on summer's day
"with dreams of gold
"that blossom visions from days of old."
- Cool. - Nice.
Hey, Earl.
Mornin', sis.
Huh.
Uh, there's only one "L" in gala.
Dang it.
Yeah. You might want to change it.
See you later.
Through it to Christa Port.
Aye.
- Fire! - Ah!
Aren't you guys a little old for this?
Arr.
Step right up and pick your best shot.
Ring the bell, win the prize.
Another lucky winner!
Pick your prize.
That one.
Oh.
This is so unfair.
Okay, these numbers don't make any sense.
If you go by the latitudes and longitudes,
you would end up in Machu Picchu, Peru.
Must be a decoy.
There are four signatures here.
Collins, Byers, Demuse, and Kidd.
William Kidd?
This is the map to the treasure of Captain Kidd.
Wow.
Wait, why would pirates have signed this map?
Let me see that.
It's a pact.
What do you mean?
It's just like the backstory in Quest for Riches.
Whoever signed this had a share in the treasure.
You see this?
Four names, four pieces to the puzzle.
I'll bet each of the pirates have their own piece
in a secret hiding place,
and you can't find the treasure without all four pieces.
Impressive.
Whoa.
Check this out.
Hey, let me see that.
I swear I've seen this before.
Wait a second.
I've got it.
Come on.
Sheriff, I was only parked there for two minutes.
It's clearly posted, "no parking".
Is there no way around this?
Okay, just this once.
- Thank you, sheriff. - Sure.
Hey, Uncle Herm.
Hey, kids.
Ugh!
Ooh.
Got something?
Check this out.
So cool.
Come on, Brig. We've been here for hours.
Sorry.
I swear I saw one of those things here.
Maybe somebody else took it.
Bye, Uncle Herm.
Yeah, later.
Hey, Marge.
Is it time?
Just the nails.
Step into my office
and Margie's gonna fix you all up.
All right now, into the drink.
Oh, you may want to take off your ring, though.
Might get tarnished.
Oh no. It's okay. It's fine.
Oh, all right. Well, suit yourself.
Can we talk frankly?
Sure.
You know I love you,
and I would never want to cause you any distress,
but it's been five years.
It's time you moved on with your life,
for you and for Josh.
Yeah, I know. I know.
Oh. Oh, let's not even go there.
Just forget I said anything.
Like my momma always told me,
you should always think twice before you open your mouth.
Well, I should've listened to her.
Would have helped with the relationships
and my waistline.
Oh, there's my girl.
So how's the play coming along?
Fine.
I mean we have some actors that came down from Raleigh
and they're actually really good.
So I heard.
Marge?
Eh, oh, I just heard they were good.
And cute.
Oh, there's a hangnail.
Let me take care of that.
You're terrible.
What are you gonna do with
your share of the loot, Brigitte?
I'm gonna build a new library
and fill it with every book in the world.
Boring.
How about you, Chip?
I'm gonna make movies.
Nice.
Hey Josh, what about you?
Earth to Josh.
What? What did you say?
I said, what are you gonna do with your share of the treasure?
I think I'll buy a big sailboat like my dad's.
He always wanted to sail around the world.
It was a dream of he and my mom's.
Yeah, that's cool.
I think I'm gonna open my own chain
of ice cream stores across the country.
Not frozen yogurt, the real McCoy,
with every flavor you can think of
and all kinds of toppings.
Hot fudge, caramel, gummy bears.
Hello, Mr. Wonka?
What?
First we have to find the treasure.
Right.
Come on. We're gonna be late for the meeting.
I wonder what's going on.
I don't know, but it must be pretty big,
'cause my dad never goes to these things.
Same here.
Okay, let's get this started.
First of all, I would like to commend Father O'Reilly
at another successful fundraiser for the orphanage.
Go Father, you're the best.
And now about those recent burglaries.
Somebody took the anchor
right out the front porch of my store.
And the ship's bell was stolen from the church tower.
And the spy glass is missing from Spyglass Point.
All right, all right, calm down.
Sheriff Basnight is on top of this,
and I am sure that the culprits will be apprehended soon.
Sheriff?
We're working on a few leads.
Now, onto the main reason for this meeting.
We have, after much debate,
made a decision to make a change
that will boost the local economy exponentially.
May we dim the lights please?
As you know,
the treasure hunting theme has lost its luster,
mainly because nobody has ever found any treasure here.
Tourism is at an all-time low, but,
thanks to an agreement with the Beecher Family Trust,
that is all going to change.
I present to you Beecher's Dinoworld!
- What? - What is that?
We are projecting an increase of revenue
of over 400% within the first year alone
and the sky is the limit.
No, it's ridiculous.
It's been the same location for 20 years.
What about the theater?
We put so much time and money into that place.
All of the existing businesses
will be incorporated into the new theme,
maybe relocated a bit.
But the town's called Pirate's Cove.
That's where the pirates really were,
and it's part of our history.
She's right, and I say, boo.
Yeah, boo.
Now we really need to find the treasure.
"According to historians, William Captain Kidd
was a Scottish sailor who was tried
and executed for piracy after returning home
from a voyage to the Indian Ocean.
Treasure seekers have searched the waters
off of North Carolina for almost 200 years
in hopes of locating his stash of treasure
from his piracy raids up and down
the pre-colonial coastline.
Accounts from those who claimed to sailed with him
described him as a brilliant strategist,
mathematician, and navigator.
He was subsequently captured,
but his treasure was never recovered."
Check this out.
According to this, Saint Brendan of Clonfert
was known as Brendan the Voyager,
the patron sate of sailors, navigators, and whales.
That's cool, but what does that
have to do with the treasurer?
Look familiar?
Doesn't that look just
like the statue in the Town Square?
Right.
The original statute was pointing toward the ocean,
but this statue is pointing towards the...
Church?
Anything?
Yeah, pretty sure it's a church.
28 pews and no clues.
It all looks pretty standard.
"The Voyager points to where me shanty rings true,
"and fills the air on summer's day
"with dreams of gold
"that blossom visions from days of old."
Shanty means song.
Summer's day...
Day.
"My name was William Kidd,
"as I sailed, as I sailed.
"My name was William Kidd when I sailed.
"My name was William Kidd, God's laws I did forbid,
"and so wickedly I did, as I sailed."
Hey, guys?
Hobbs.
Oye, shake a leg.
Silver.
Silver?
All right then, divvy it up.
Divvy it up?
Oh, to eat, bard.
Oye, I could eat a hot bowl of loblollies.
- Some cackle fruit. - Warm castle.
Salmagundy.
We'll eat like kings, aye.
- Yes! - Make haste.
Where is mine?
Uh...
Do you want some of mine?
Listen, I've found a way to locate the treasure.
Arr! Follow me.
Gather 'round, mateys.
- See? - For a mere shiny coin,
I shall divulge the answers you seek.
Mountjoy, give up the silver.
What?
Well, you want to find the map, don't you, lad?
It's a sailor's knowledge tax.
Ask a question, spin the wheel,
and your answer I shall reveal.
Where is the treasure that we seek?
Ooh!
"There are many treasures to be had in Pirate's Cove."
Ask a question, spin the wheel,
and your answer I shall reveal.
Can you be more specific?
Aye.
Where is the lost treasure of Captain William Kidd?
"If it's treasure ye seek, ye will need a map."
Well, thank you, Captain Obvious.
Ask a question, spin the wheel,
and your answer I shall reveal.
Can you please tell us exactly
where the treasure of Captain William Kidd be hiding?
"In order to find the treasures of this world,
"one must look within their heart?"
- Son of a... - Blast!
Aye, we've been bamboozled.
Look!
Hello?
Oh, hi, Aunt Vicky.
Yes, Josh is right here.
It's those rapscallions with our map!
Come back, me hardys, I was just having a little fun.
I'll tell you where the treasure is.
See you in a bit.
I gotta head home.
Yeah, I should be going, too.
All right, we'll talk later.
Okay.
- What now? - We wait for Pistol.
He'll get the map.
Is anyone there?
Hello?
Good evening, Ms. Victoria.
Uh, Jeffrey...
Uh, what are you doing here?
I was thinking about some of the things
you mentioned earlier,
and was hoping that we could
discuss some elements of the play.
That is, if now is a good time?
Ah, you know what? Now's a great time.
We're just getting ready to sit down for dinner.
Would you like to join us?
Yes.
Thank you for the invitation.
You're welcome. Come in.
Well, make yourself at home.
I'm just gonna go uh, freshen up.
Cheers.
Uh, Professor.
I found myself in the proximity of your neighborhood
and felt compelled without provocation
to call upon you.
Ah, uh...
Ah.
I see presently occupied with company.
Yes I am. I'm sorry.
Perhaps another time, Ms. Victoria.
Yes. Another time would be lovely.
Very well.
Thank you. It was a fine meal.
You're welcome. Room for dessert?
I made pie.
I am stuffed to the britches.
Coffee, tea?
Tea, please.
Josh, where have you been?
Josh, this is Jeffrey.
Honey, I saved a plate for you for dinner.
I just need to wash up.
Sorry about that.
He's been uncomfortable having people over
since his father was lost at sea five years ago.
It's hard for a boy to not have his dad around.
Yes.
Yes, it is.
Come on.
Hello?
- Brig, big problems. - What's going on?
One of the actor pirate guys came over for dinner.
OMG. Where is he now?
He's still in the house.
I gotta get back inside before they come looking for me.
Whatever you do, don't act suspicious
and don't let him see the map.
Really?
There's your new course, Mr. Pistol.
Straight off the plank.
No!
Here's your tea.
I'm sorry, I...
I have to go.
Happy birthday, son.
Dad!
Josh. What's wrong?
It was... it was Dad.
He was in his boat and there was a terrible storm.
Oh, honey, you had a bad dream.
I'm so sorry.
You'll be okay.
Try to go back to sleep, okay?
All right, goodnight.
Josh, you up?
Yeah.
People are posting they saw the lighthouse being turned on.
It might be a clue.
Meet us at the entrance to the lighthouse trail in 20.
Okay.
That thing hasn't been turned on in years.
You guys spread out.
Look for clues.
I'll go check out the light house.
"On clouded night by beacon's light,
"the secret shall be known,
"reflected from the foe of night,
"beneath a skull and bones."
Booyah!
Ay, ay, ay, what a cruel fate, bruh.
- Yeah. - Yes now.
At least we left him the ship, eh?
That's not how it happened.
No?
Oh, a hundred men sailed the Matador that night.
Took two cannon balls port side,
and then they arrived.
13 tiger sharks and a giant squid,
and the men screaming for their dear lives.
Oh, hello, Jeffrey.
Did you get the map?
No, but I know where it is.
We just have to wait for the opportunity to arise.
What in God's name is this?
Oh, it's a magical little story
about the tiny little people running about inside.
Completely unhinged.
Huh.
He rather looks like you.
- No. - Yeah.
- Yeah, he does.
Quite handsome.
Marge.
It's time.
Time for what, dear?
Something new.
Oh, my.
All right, girls, shop's closed.
Everybody out.
Come on, let's move it along here.
Come on, everybody out.
What about my curlers?
Oh, just take 'em out when you get home.
Come on now. Move along.
- Scooch it. - Marge...
Roll along. There we go.
Buh-bye now.
And you, come into my office
and Margie's gonna make you feel great.
Chip? What's that for?
The treasure, you dope.
It's obviously the right place.
These markings don't make any sense.
I've got it. It's a triangulation.
A what?
Those numbers are degrees.
Triangulation uses two points
and the angles between them to pinpoint the third.
You have to use these geographic markers
to determine the exact spot of the treasure.
I think I have an app for that.
Cool.
That one's easy.
It's right there.
So then the second point would be
right at the top of that ridge.
But there aren't any trees over there.
There has to be a stump or roots or something.
All we have to do is figure out where that tree used to be,
then we can use the angles to pinpoint the treasure.
Do you like it?
I think it might be a little over the top.
You're beautiful.
I mean, it's beautiful.
I mean, you're beautiful in it.
Christ.
Aww, well, Mr. Pistol, I think you're blushing.
No. No, no, I...
It's just that I've um, well, I've...
I've forgotten my...
Sword.
My sword. I've forgotten my sword.
And now I'm going to retrieve it.
That way.
Forgive me.
- Blast ye then, ye scoundrels. - Aye, blast ye.
Gumption, mate.
All right, where's Mountjoy?
Oh, down yonder with that golden-haired tart.
Hmm.
Sorry to interrupt, but we do have to show to put on here.
Right, um...
Of course. I'm... I'm sorry.
Just give it a minute, love.
Really?
What?
Can you just concentrate on this?
This is impossible.
That tree is long gone, and there's no way
that we're gonna find...
Found it.
There it is.
Follow me.
Look, it's not even locked.
Awesome.
Come on.
"Here lies the true treasure, my immortal beloved.
"Gold or gems could never equal the joy she gave me."
Josh, are you buying this?
- No. - Me neither.
All he ever loved was treasure.
Wait a second.
I knew it.
Come on.
Go ahead, Brigitte.
What?
No, you go.
I'll go first.
Go.
I'm going.
It's just a dead guy in a cage.
No way.
Booyah!
Whoa!
- OMG! - Wow.
Chip, go get that wagon.
Right.
Professor Ratliffe?
At your service. Good evening, Joshua.
What are you doing here?
I'm supposing the very same as yourself.
Searching for treasure.
Evening, losers.
Ah, Master Beecher, good of you to join us.
I knew you had something to do with this.
He's been behind this whole thing.
Well aren't you the smart one?
Yes, treasure seeking requires
a significant cash investment.
We found the treasure.
So I see.
And what a good job you've done.
I may have never been able to recover it without your help.
It's rightfully ours.
I beg to differ.
With all due respect, I've been in pursuit
of such treasure through space and time
for over 300 years.
While searching for Captain William Kidd's lost treasure,
I come upon a certain Spanish explorer
who had a very peculiar mechanism in his possession.
Let me guess, a time machine?
A time machine, indeed, and together we'd retrieve all
of the world's greatest lost treasures.
Somehow we learned to manipulate the space-time continuum.
Sedillo! What have you done?
And he sent me forward into the time vortex.
Unfortunately, some poor soul took my place in the past.
Alas, these mutinous gents arrived
on the very ship from which I came
with my time machine.
Once again fate allows me to take back that which is mine.
You mean ours?
If you're done with the history lesson,
I'd like to get a move on.
The ship will be at the dock in a few minutes.
Take this treasure and load it up on the Pandora.
They'll be taking the journey with us,
especially this whale.
Wait one minute.
We had a deal.
Your money's no good where we're goin', lad.
Take 'em.
All right, fancy pants.
Oh, Lord!
After him, you fool.
- After him! - Hey, you!
The rest of you will stay put.
Remember when you hear the bell, that's your cue.
Ready?
Ready.
Welcome to our production of
Pirates of the Lost Colony.
Jeffrey.
Josh? What's wrong?
You know the old legend that
Captain Kidd's treasure was buried
somewhere here in town, right?
Right.
Well, we found it and some real pirates showed up
with Professor Ratliffe and stole it.
They kidnapped my friends.
Where are they now?
They said they were taking the treasure
onto the docks to load it onto the Pandora?
The Pandora? That's our ship.
Hi, Hobbs.
Hello, Silven. How are ya, mate?
Silven.
I knew you cannot be trusted.
That's the golden rule, mate.
He who's got the gold, rules.
You were to get your share of the loot, mate.
Got a better offer, mate.
Ooh!
Besides, the Professor is the only one
who knows how to get us back to our time.
Sorry.
Oh.
Come on.
To the ship!
Wait.
Watch your step, you fool.
Get that treasure aboard and be quick about it.
What's the plan?
We'll take care of this lot and find your friends.
You wait here.
Got it.
Where's Mountjoy?
Oh, down yonder with the golden-haired...
Hello, Hobbs.
Well, hello, lads.
- Catch you at a bad time? - A wee bit, yeah.
What's in the box, Hobbs?
The box, eh?
Oh, well uh, let's take a look see shall we?
- Thanks, man. - Yeah.
Hey.
Where were you?
No reception.
I had this whole thing under control.
Hey, guys, I know we had our differences, but,
now that we're on the same team...
What?
I say leave him.
He and his dad were behind this whole thing,
even the burglaries of our town artifacts, weren't you?
Yes, but I didn't want to hurt anyone.
You know my dad. It was just business.
I say leave him.
Right. Let's get outta here.
Wait!
What?
I'm sorry for being such a jerk to you guys.
Okay, Byron, you can come with us,
but it's going to cost you.
I hope your affairs are in order, Mr. Pistol,
for you shan't see tomorrow.
Any port in a storm, eh, Mr. Pistol?
Whoa.
You guys go. I'll be right there.
Well done, Mr. Pistol.
Shall we play on?
Ay, ay, ay.
I'm inclined to believe
you're without a weapon, Mr. Pistol.
Cheers.
Never were much a swordsman, were you, Mr. Pistol?
Not really.
Isn't this exciting?
Arr!
I've my own time machine now, Pistol!
Aye, Pistol, I'm coming for you.
The devil's upon us now.
Oh, whoa!
We're under fire!
Oh!
Roman candles?
I love Roman candles.
Coming from the pier!
Aye! Train your guns on the pier!
Oh, diddly poop.
Prepare, prepare for battle.
Fire!
Coming about now!
Coming about!
Dying's the easy part, Mr. Pistol.
It's the livin' what's hard.
Help!
Help, help!
Fire!
Hold on, lads!
Ooh, ooh, what's this, what's this?
Oh!
Dad, help!
These kids tried to kidnap me.
Brig, what's going on here?
Dad, did you read my message?
No.
He and his dad were behind this whole thing,
even the burglaries of our town's artifacts, weren't you?
Yes, but, you know my dad.
It was just business.
Mr. Mayor, I think we need to have a conversation.
Let's talk.
Dad?
Yes.
It's me, Josh.
How did you come back?
Love.
It's Dad.
I knew it.
I knew you'd come back.
Josh!
Mr. Dare, it's really you!
It's really me.
You see, Chip, this is the anomaly,
the unexpected event that happens and it defies all odds.
I can't believe it.
Hey!
I guess everyone has a different idea
of what the true treasure of Pirate's Cove is.
Some would say it's a stash of ancient gold and jewels.
Others would argue that true love is the treasure they seek,
or perhaps the mystery of what lies
beyond the horizon is what drives them.
But to me, the greatest treasures the world has to offer
are the friends and family who sail with you
on the adventure of life.
I can't believe we got our hands
on all that treasure and just let it go.
What about the time machine?
Man, that had some interesting possibilities.
We'll just wait 'til they come back.
Wait, Chip, you are the one person
that would know that the odds of them coming back
are slim and none.
What if someone altered
the date coordinates of the time machine?
You didn't.
Yeppers.
What date did you enter?
Next Tuesday.
You did what?