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[thunder rumbling]

[thunder continues rumbling]

[suspenseful music]

[thunder rumbling]

[Nicki] Leave it, Rodney. We gotta go.

Nicki, wait! This is ridiculous.

You two are gonna get yourselves killed.

-[Nicki] Start the car. -We don't have time for this, Nicki.

I'll be right behind you.

[Amy] Rodney, do not start my car.

-[Rodney] Or what, Amy? -[Amy] I'm serious!

-Hey, kiddo. -Where are you going?

You know that research your father told you about?

The thing we're looking for?

This is it.

Can I come?

Lucas.

I need you to stay here, okay, and keep your Auntie Amy safe.

Can you do that for me, bud?

Here, to keep you safe.

[Rodney] Nicki, we gotta go!

-[adventurous music] -[engine turns over]

-Nicki, please. Please. -[Nicki] Just stop.

[anemometer rattling]

[crackling]

[crackling]

[quirky music]

[whirring]

[bell dinging]

[telephone ringing in distance]

-Good morning, Karen. -Thank you.

[sighs] Got you oat milk.

I hope that's okay.

Mm.

-Blonde Roast for you. -Nice.

Uh, Mia?

Yeah. Hi. Thanks.

Did you get yourself something?

-Oh, I didn't know I was allowed to. -Oh.

-Uh, no, you don't have to. -For next time.

-Thanks. -Aw, an allowance.

-Hi. -Bye.

Mia Tortilla, saving the world

from climate change one intern at a time.

Shouldn't you be working on your prototype for the grant, Danny?

Finished mine weeks ago so I could scope out the competition.

Pretty sure we're all on the same team here.

A team only have one chief engineer.

[door opens]

-Show time. -[sighs]

How's it going, Mia?

Good. Just finishing up my prototype.

-Give me the rundown. -Oh. Okay.

So, um, imagine if our cell phones were half the size

and half the weight, but held three times the charge.

Well, that's possible if we upgraded our batteries

from lithium-ion to lithium-sulfur.

Mia, the Department of Energy is awarding $250 million

to just ten companies, okay?

This just doesn't get the juices flowing, you know?

Um, I j-- I, I really think that there's a lot of potential in sulfur.

Just not enough. But why don't you pitch in on somebody else's project?

A for effort.

B plus, really, but...

Oh, this is incredible!

-[laughs] -[Michael] How's the energy stored?

[Danny] Lithium-sulfur supercapacitors.

Slap me silly, man. That's brilliant.

Is there anything you can't do, Danny?

Uh, you've seen my golf game, huh?

-[both chuckle] -How convenient.

I have that same pitch written right here.

-Well, I guess great minds think alike. [chuckles] -Yeah.

What do you expect to do in a big city with those things that are an absolute eyesore,

-especially with a design like that? -Okay, Mia, that's enough.

Yeah, it's okay, Michael. She's just stressed about the grant deadline.

Are you-- Danny, you are the lame car salesman

who can't even explain the science behind the BS

you're spewing! [slams hands on table]

-Yikes. -[Michael sighs]

[Michael] Mia, what the hell was that?

-Danny totally he-peated! He he-peated. -He what?

He repeated my ideas, but you listened to him because he's a guy.

-Your pitch had nothing to do with wind energy. -No,

-but it had lithium-sulfur supercapacitor-- Why not? -It doesn't matter.

Because your attitude is completely out of line.

-[sighs] -We all know that the future of HighSpark

rests on winning this grant money, right?

So, that means we need a great idea, plus an even better sales pitch.

People love Danny. The guy is positive, he's cool, he's handsome.

Plus, he brings in donuts on Fridays, which I frickin' love.

-Aren't you diabetic? -Oh, my gosh.

He's not so negative all the time. He's not a cynic.

I have given everything to this company.

I, I work late, I work weekends! I-- I'm just--

I'm just tired.

-You want a donut? -I don't want-- [sighs]

What you might need is a new research project.

Clear your head. Look.

-A research project? -Mm-hmm.

[Mia] "Electromagnetic Radiation Energy."

Some Alaskan research center keeps sending me

their reports about some new electrical technology,

which they claim could be the next great renewable source of energy.

"The History of Lightning Catchers"? Is this a joke?

-I know. Sounds far-fetched. -Sounds completely ridiculous! You cannot be serious.

I don't understand all of it. Hardly any of it.

But some of this technology could be useful for us.

I want you to go up there for us. I want you to fly up there

and just scope it out for a bit, okay?

Maybe snag a piece of their technology

so we could recreate it here ourselves.

Wait, you want me to steal their work?

How about you look at it as thinking outside the box, just like Danny?

Michael, we both know I'm the better engineer.

Now, how about trying to be the better team player?

Okay. If I find something real with this Lightning Valley Research Group,

you push it to the front of the grant application and promote me as lead engineer.

Deal. But if not...

...it's Danny.

[sighs] This is gonna be a blast.

-[adventurous music] -[airplane engine roaring]

[quirky music]

Welcome to Qulliq Island.

Thanks.

-[horn blaring] -So, do you recommend any--

-What? -Oh, do you recommend

any good places for food?

Like, uh, places that's a must-try?

Well, this is just a quaint little drinking island with a fishing problem.

So, it's either fish or beer. Take your pick.

Cool. Um, I don't know if you take credit cards,

but my company gave me one. [gasps]

[water plops]

How about cash?

[quirky music]

Oh, excuse me. Um, do you know where

-Lightning Valley Research Group is? -Group Valley what?

Uh, maybe a, um, Lucas Fletcher?

Are you talking about Lightning Lu?

-Excuse me? -Looney Lu, Lucas the Loon.

-Um... -He lives with his aunt

on some hill on the other side of the island.

Me and my husband TP'd his house a few years back. [chuckles]

-[chuckling] Good for you. -You're not one of his crazy recruits, are you?

-Like, a groupie? -Uh, uh, not that I know of. [chuckles]

Well, in that case, you need a lift?

I'm heading in that direction.

And I've got spare TP in the car.

[cheerful music]

[tires squeal]

[Mia] Whoa!

[brakes screech]

[Mia grunting softly]

You have fun now.

Thanks. I'll try.

[soft music]

-[distant explosion] -[whistling]

[Mia gasps]

Holy snikies!

[laughing] That was awesome!

-I-- Oh, hey. -[door opening]

[Amy] What in God's name?

-Clem! -Uh, hey, Auntie Amy.

-Where the hell is he? -[Clem] What's up?

Well...

-Righteous. -[Amy] Lucas!

Clem, I think I see where we went wrong.

I missed a number, forgot to carry the one which threw off

the acceleration trajectory by 0.047.

-[Amy] Lucas! Don't "Hi, Auntie" me. -[Lucas] Hi, Auntie.

What did I tell you about shooting off that stupid T-shirt cannon around my house?

Well, the Beacon Shooter is still a work in progress,

-Auntie-- -I don't care. I can only afford

-so many broken windows! -...guys, guys, um, I--

-Uh, Auntie, you can't put a price... -Guys--

-...on scientific research. -Tell that

to the bank.

Who the hell are you?

Oh. Hi, um...

...I'm Mia Ibarra, electrical engineer from HighSpark Renewables.

Uh, just here to research your son--

Um, nephew's recent reports on, um...

[smacks lips] ...uh, uh, electronic--

Electromagnetic Radiation Energy, yes.

You read my reports.

Clem, camera.

Hi. Lucas Fletcher, Chief Engineering Officer,

Accountant, Treasurer, President, and Vice President of Lightning Valley Research Group.

Wow, that's quite the resume.

And this is my intern and trusty steed, Clem Higgle IV.

Hi. Documentarian.

You one of them Sasquatch hunters?

Uh, no. Just an engineer.

Wow.

[birds chirping]

Well, you've traveled a long way, so, uh,

come on inside and we can talk some science.

Yeah, le-- let's do it.

Clem, grab her bag.

-What? -[Mia] Oh, you don't have to do that.

Oh, actually, could you leave it? I have to do--

-Don't worry about it. Just-- I got it. I got it. -Okay.

[Amy] She looks like a Sasquatch hunter.

Don't worry about it. It's, it's fine. I'm fine.

People in my house. I hate people.

Hey, hey, Lucas. Should, should she sign an NDA or something?

No, just go get the tape.

Oh.

[objects clattering]

So, this is your research facility?

Because your return address took me to an empty lot in the middle of town.

Well, when you eat, sleep, drink, and digest your life's work,

there's really no time for the morning commute, you know?

You want anything? Water, coffee, tea?

Uh, tea sounds nice.

Okay, yeah. [shouting] Auntie, tea!

-I'm right here! -Oh, sorry. [clears throat]

-Tea, please. -You want me to wipe your ass while I'm at it?

That's my auntie.

Uh, so you read my reports.

Uh, yeah, I have. A couple of times now.

Oh, wow. You liked them that much?

Well, it's all very ambitious. Um, catching lightning

to harness its energy is quite the claim.

Did you see the pictures? And the drawings. I did those.

Right. So, um, let's start with the SuperBolt capsule.

I'm confused if it's a battery of some sort or a sup--

Ah, Clem! Perfect timing! Sit back and relax, Ms. Ibarra.

All your questions will be answered momentarily.

[mumbling] I practiced 20 times... okay--

Good things happen to those who wait.

-She's watching us. Go. -[Clem talking indistinctly]

Oh, it's upside down! I got it.

[clattering]

It's working!

[Lucas grunts softly]

[quirky music playing over TV]

Oh, I didn't see you there.

I was too busy scouting the skies for an incoming cumulonimbus.

Hi, I'm Lucas Fletcher, doctor, scientist, lightning expert, and occasional hand model.

And over the next few weeks, I'll be teaching you firsthand

the necessary skills and techniques you need

to become a lightning catcher much like myself.

-But first, lightning, what is it? -[lightning crackles]

Lightning is electricity made up of tiny particles.

Half of them have a positive charge,

the other half, a negative charge.

Now, they pull towards each other like magnets,

but the turbulent winds of a storm

force these charges to separate from within the cloud.

-[whizzing sounds] -When this happens, the negative charge

hurls towards the ground in search of a positive charge.

-Wait a second. I got an idea. -Wait. Wait, what?

-[groaning] Oh, I don't really wanna do this. -[Lucas shushing]

Remember, acting is reacting.

From the ground, a positive charge forms,

searching for its matching negative charge from the cloud.

When these two meet, it makes a path for a powerful charge

to shoot up into the cloud, aka lightning.

-Wait, don't move. -Wait, what?

-[taser crackling] -[groaning]

It may look as if lightning is traveling from the cloud to the ground,

but it actually starts from the ground via a positive charge.

[Clem] Just, just leave it. Just keep going.

Lightning, how do we catch--

[video freezing]

-What? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... -Oh, thank God.

I'm so sorry. We're still working out the kinks for recruitment.

-[whirring] -[sobbing]

-Recruitment? -Oh, yes.

We're in the middle of building a fleet

of lightning catchers as we speak.

To just run around, chasing storms, hoping to get struck?

That seems a little dangerous, no?

Well, it's definitely not for the faint of heart.

-[shakily] Oh, God. It's okay. -No wonder why.

All the resources we have here are entirely dedicated

to the studying, tracking, and official capture of the SuperBolt.

Right. The SuperBolt.

The SuperBolt is a supercharged,

electrically-radiated bolt of lightning

that strikes the surface of the Earth

once every quarter century.

It's so strong, it could power New York City,

Los Angeles, and Chicago at the same time for decades.

The last time it struck was when I saw it last,

25 years ago, this month, this week, only a couple of days from now.

I mean, I've spent my entire life studying weather patterns,

geological magnetism, and planetary alignments,

all to help me predict when and where it might strike again.

And I have a feeling it could be any day now.

[distant sizzling]

Uh, I, I'm sorry if I'm a little lost.

Um, was any of this in your report?

[laughs] Well, of course not!

I can't let any of this information leak to my competitors,

or even worse, my enemies.

-Enemies? -Oh, yeah. Oil companies,

foreign governments, Internet trolls.

I mean... [blows raspberry] you name it.

Well, I would love to read more about it.

Sorry, no can do, sister.

But don't worry, it's all stored up here.

And if you prove yourself loyal, I'll be happy to provide you

all the necessary information to show your boss over at HighSpark

that we're the real deal.

Right. Um, shouldn't be a problem.

[scoffs] He's probably never met a lightning whisperer such as myself.

-[Mia] Uh, how does one whisper to lightning? -[chuckles, talks indistinctly]

[Lucas] It's hard to explain, really.

It's like when you get the perfect milk to Waffle Puffs ratio.

Everything just suddenly makes sense.

Doctors say he's fine, but I'm skeptical.

Ignore her.

-Run while you still can. -[softly] Auntie.

So, um, back to the Bolt capsule.

-How does it actually work? -So, I find that it's better

not to focus so much on the science.

[snickers] But that's kind of my job.

Well, being a lightning catcher is more of a vocation, really.

Like an explorer navigating uncharted seas, we rely on instinct over data.

Right. Well, I should really be getting to my hotel.

Well, why don't you just stay with us?

Oh, that's very kind,

but, uh, I don't wanna intrude.

Oh, nonsense! We'd be more than happy to host you.

Plus, it'll allow you to be up close and personal with our research.

Because, believe me, when a storm rolls in,

we'll leap out that door like a gaggle of firemen

going to rescue a feline from a tree.

-I don't think it's appropriate. -Sure it is.

We got plenty of extra bedding and towels.

Plus, we got a couple of days left on a Hulu free trial. [chuckles]

It'll allow you to save a couple of extra bucks.

[sighing] Oh, the company card.

Dumped it in the water!

That's the spirit. We'll get you situated in no time.

Okay. Thanks.

Yeah, of course. [shouts] Auntie!

Oh, for Christ's sake, it's a small house!

[sniffs]

"Lucas's theory is based more on fiction than fact,

making his findings unfit for our research,"

making Danny, the winner, and Mia, a big fat loser.

[punches key, sighs]

[grunts softly]

[birds chirping]

[thudding]

[whirring, clattering]

-[Mia gasps] -Hey!

-Hi. -What are you doing here?

Uh, uh, uh, um, I was, uh, looking for the restroom.

[Lucas] Mm. Let's go.

[upbeat whimsical music]

-Where are we going? -To gather data, of course.

There's not a moment to spare with the SuperBolt this close.

Are you always out the door this early?

Lightning waits for no one. Not even Clem.

-Where's your uniform? -Oh.

Oh, uh, I forgot it.

-Again. -Yeah, nice try. One's in the back of the truck.

Suit up, and we'll head to the weather antennas.

[Mia] Wow. This is your truck?

[sighs] My parents'.

I made a few minor tweaks to her,

but Sparky has never let me down.

She gets the job done.

[Lucas] Sparky is electric,

with a backup hydrogen fuel cell

that charges in five minutes flat.

Plus, the weight of the battery helps withstand the deadly winds.

Yeah, I've always wanted an electric car.

They're just so expensive.

Well, you should just build your own. It's a lot cheaper that way.

What's in there?

Oh, that's Auntie's private space.

I got the office, she got the shed.

[curious music]

[beeps]

[devices whirring, powering up]

[indistinct muttering]

I hate to admit it, but Sparky is one fine piece of machinery.

-Don't inflate his ego. -[Lucas] No, no, please.

Inflate away.

Need that D-10-2, Clem.

[Mia] Well, something's not working.

-Hmm? [gasps] Don't touch that! -Oh.

I spent months calibrating this stuff to a T.

Okay, well, the T is not working.

It's just like a screensaver.

No. Well, this right here, this is a Doppler radar, okay?

And then, this measures air temperatures, um, or humidity.

Or tire pressure. But this right here,

well, I don't really remember what that does.

But this is rigged to the roof.

Electric Beamification Modulator.

Mm. So, all this gear is what's gonna help you catch the SuperBolt?

Don't be silly. That's my job.

These are just the tools to help me.

[grunts] You know, back in the day, lightning catchers

like my great-great- great-great-grandfather

just had a piece of metal attached to a stick.

So, to say that I have all the bells and whistles now,

that is an understatement.

Yeah, you've certainly got the whole shebang here.

Must've taken you a long time to, uh, put all this together.

Oh, yeah, just about 25 years.

If it doesn't work out, it'll all have been for nothing.

-[watch beeps] -And just like that, we're behind schedule.

Let's skedaddle!

Clem, you're in the trunk now, okay?

Passenger seat for scientists only.

-I can't fit in the trunk! -[engine turns over]

[adventurous music]

[vehicles honking]

[Lucas] Come on! Come on!

[indistinct yelling]

[quirky music]

[Mia] Uh, what is he doing?

I've learned not to question.

Clem, this is a national park.

And one day, Lucas will be a national hero.

Onward.

-[Clem] Oh, my back. Oh! -[back cracking]

Do you have any permits to be doing

-whatever it is you're doing? -[grunts]

I say it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Well, permission's not gonna land you in jail.

Neither will a little science.

Only thing you need to understand,

Ms. Ibarra, is this weather antenna

is made up of highly, highly technical stuff.

The coiled receptors on these machines require complex decalibration.

And there's only one person who knows how to do it. Me.

I call out to the SuperBolt, and the SuperBolt whispers back,

'cause there's a synergy to it.

Clem, roll it.

[sharply exhales] Lucas Fletcher here in an...

...undisclosed location, where we have rigged a dozen of our weather antennas

up and down this mountainside road.

Not only do these instruments take in the day's data,

but they also double as positively-charged rods

that will attract the SuperBolt up this road

towards the peak of the mountain, where our strike zone will be.

Think of them as runway lights guiding a plane in for landing.

Okay, Lucas, I really don't think you should be rigging your equipment

to national park trees.

Mia, we're rolling, so if you could just--

-[vehicles approaching] -[sighs] Not today.

[rock and roll music playing over speakers]

[music stops]

Well, well, well, well, well.

-I-- -Looney Lu, fancy seeing you here.

We, we took a wrong turn back there by that new tree and--

What did we tell you about setting up your silly toys on our land?

Pretty sure we told him not to, Katie.

Yeah, right, we did, Roy.

And trespassing on protected land,

-that was also on that list, wasn't it? -[laughs]

Yep. Unless little Baby LuLu here

happened to bring some permits this time.

[Lucas] Okay, I was working on that.

Yes, I was! And then this,

this crazy thing happened. And, and Clem was there.

-And you know what? I'm lucky I even survived. -Uh-huh.

Look at that, Roy. He's got a new recruit.

[chuckles] Or is that your girlfriend?

-[rangers laughing] -[Roy] Girlfriend.

All right, guys, you know, we'll just take down the machine

-and get out of here-- -Ah, yeah, no can do, buckaroo.

See, that is evidence at the scene of a crime,

so, uh, we're gonna have to confiscate it.

Guys, is that really necessary? This stuff cost me

-a lot of money. -Try paying for aerobics classes in Alaska.

No, please, guys. Please, please, please!

[laughing] You wanna dance, Fletcher?

-I'd rather not. -You afraid of a little skirmish

-with an officer of the law? -Okay, okay, okay.

Everyone calm down. Calm down.

-Who the hell is this lady? -Oh! Um, hi. Mia Ibarra,

um, electrical engineer, HighSpark Renewables.

Do you two have any idea what Mr. Fletcher is doing here?

Uh, playing with his silly, uh, weather toys on a restricted federal land.

Try "changing the world."

Okay? This man is on the cusp

of one of the greatest technological breakthroughs

that the energy industry--

hell, mankind has ever seen.

And you two think it's wise to stand in the way of that?

-Yeah. -Definitely. Definitely. Besides,

-if he still doesn't have the permits-- -Oh, well, you know what?

We were just waiting to hear from the Federal Department of Energy.

-That's right. -[whispering] Federal-- You know about this?

-Mm-hmm. -[Mia] Oh, our work is very classified.

-I wouldn't mess with them. -[Roy] Well, we are still writing you a ticket...

-Yeah. -...for insufficient documentation.

We don't wanna disappoint the Federal Energy officers by not doing our job.

-Mm-hmm. -Of course.

And, uh, next time, have them give us a call.

Yeah, that way we can, uh, cross reference it.

[Katie and Roy whisper indistinctly]

[Clem] I'll talk to you tomorrow--

What were you telling them?

Uh, they just had to sign release forms.

For the, for the doc.

[ATV engines turn over]

-[Lucas grunting] -Huh.

[panting] I fixed it.

[adventurous music]

-[Lucas groans softly] -[Mia] I still can't believe those guys.

Uh, don't worry about them. They're just doing their job and we're doing ours.

Doesn't it just piss you off? I mean, they were so demeaning.

Why focus on that when I'm doing what makes me happy?

You know, if I lived my life based on what they thought,

I'd have given up a long time ago.

Oh, I guess that's really a good way to look at it.

Whoa! Hey, are those tickets? Have any of those been paid off?

See, that's exactly what they want you to do.

Uh, w-- that's kind of the point.

What do we say to the law, Clem?

The only law is the law of physics.

-That's my boy. -Wait. You guys could owe thousands of dollars

and maybe face jail time.

Don't look at me. They're in his name.

Hey, relax. These tickets won't mean a thing

when I have the most powerful energy source known to man.

I'll see you tomorrow.

[owl hooting]

-[thud] -[groaning]

Oh, my-- Mother--

[whispers] Why so much furniture in such a small house? [gasps]

[sighs] You scared the hell out of me.

Oops.

Do you always sit here? Alone?

[Amy] I fell asleep reading my book.

In the dark?

I hope my nephew's been a good host.

Yeah, he's a, he's a good guy.

-Very passionate. -That's putting it mildly.

So, uh, what do you make of all this?

Catching the, uh, SuperBolt?

I think it's a perfectly good waste of time.

-Really? -Yeah, but people brighter than Lucas

have tried and failed. Hell, even died

-trying to capture that thing. -Wait, there have been others?

Oh. [scoffs] This has been going on for a long time.

It dates all the way back to Captain James Cook in 1778.

Legend has it he set out to find

the Northwest Passage for months,

when he struck this massive storm.

Ship nearly capsized, half the crew nearly perished,

when suddenly, from the heavens,

piercing light struck down on an island like the North Star to a king.

It was the SuperBolt.

A fierce and magnificent wonder for all who witnessed it.

[light dramatic music]

That little bit of folklore inspired dozens of pioneers and explorers to migrate here

like it was the Gold Rush.

Bunch of idiots, if you ask me.

Including my sister.

I tried to tell her, "Stop wasting your life on a bedtime story,"

but she wouldn't listen.

[sighs] Hell, it's been 25 years since we lost them.

I'm sorry.

I know the feeling.

[Amy] They were good people.

Just dumb.

So, doesn't all this scare you then?

What, bedtime story?

Or losing my nephew like I did my sister?

[footsteps approaching]

[thud]

Oh, hey. Didn't know you two were still up.

I'm going to bed.

[Mia] Uh, I was just getting some water.

You wanna see something cool?

Wow, I get to see inside the sacred office?

You're rising in the ranks faster than anyone before you.

Come check out the data we gathered today.

The moisture in the air is really dense,

providing our cyclone the perfect place to make birth.

Our sensors are picking up a lot brewing in the skies.

Like, like ingredients bouncing around a frying pan for a delicious meal.

[gentle music]

I've been tracking this sucker my entire life.

Just like my parents before me, theirs before them.

All in this one place?

It's Qulliq Island.

Sits right where the Northwest Passage

and the Northern Sea Route meet the Arctic Circle.

Some sailors call it the Lightning Valley,

but... let's just call it the Bering Strait.

It took us thousands of years to understand the Northern Lights.

Imagine how much work we've yet to do on the SuperBolt.

Wow. What's this?

[Lucas] Oh, well, this, I, I figured we'd put it in the museum

one day when we make history.

Let me guess. This is you?

And this right here is the Beacon Shooter.

-And all of this is this-- -This is the strike zone.

-You guessed it. -So, how do all the weather antennas know

-to guide the storm to this place? -Oh, okay.

You see this red button right here?

You're gonna press it.

But not until I tell you to do so, okay?

-One second. -Okay.

-Ready? -As I'll ever be.

-[whirring] -Now!

[thunder rumbling]

[electricity crackling]

[powers down]

[Mia] Oh, no. Did I break it?

No.

You captured it.

Okay, that still doesn't answer my question.

Patience, Mia. I've dedicated my entire life

to a single moment. I mean, can you even imagine

700,000 miles per hour barreling down on you in a matter of nanoseconds?

But lightning is slower than the speed of light.

That's normal lightning. Gotta stop thinking like a scientist,

more like a lightning catcher.

Okay, well, lightning catcher Mia

wants to know who's sacrificing themselves for the mission.

[soft hissing]

[Lucas squeals softly]

You let me worry about that.

What I could use you for

is the SuperBolt capsule.

I'm a little worried that the magnitude

of the SuperBolt may obliterate this thing.

Wait, this is the SuperBolt capsule?

I, I know it needs a little work,

but I was hoping you could help me.

What do you think?

[sighs] Well, I,

I'd construct this as a lithium-sulfur supercapacitor,

rigged with an inductor to distribute the electricity evenly

so as not to overload it, and add a rectifier

to convert the oscillating two-directional--

Uh, sorry, I'm, I'm, uh, just spitballing.

No, no, no. This is, this is really good stuff!

-Really? -Yeah, we need this kind of thinking at the LVRG.

Well, you know, maybe if you started thinking more like a scientist.

-Doctor-scientist. -[chuckles]

Right. How could I forget?

[gentle music]

Well, um, I should get some sleep.

Yeah, absolutely. We've got a big day tomorrow, so it's best to rest up.

-Yeah, you too. -Okay.

Good night.

[footsteps receding]

[wind blowing]

[thunder rumbling]

[hurried footsteps]

Lucas?

[tense music]

[devices beeping]

[rain splattering]

[alarm beeping]

[crashing, crackling]

[gasping]

-[exhales sharply] -[cell phone buzzing]

[footsteps approaching]

[knocking on door]

Rise and shine. One of my machines was triggered, so we gotta go!

-Oh, okay. -[laughs] This is it!

This is it. Big day, big day.

-[thudding] -[groaning] I'm good.

-Big day, big day... -Where are my batteries?

-...oh, I feel it in the sky. -Oh, I, I'm sorry. I, I--

-I gotta find my batteries. -[Lucas] Storms are coming.

Everybody put your game faces on.

-My goggles. -Anyone see my lens cap?

I cannot leave without the lens cap on.

Oh, it's on the lens!

-[Lucas] You ready? -Uh, yeah.

Awesome. Let's go change the world.

[chuckles]

[rain splattering]

I don't think this is it.

You think?

Looks like it's gonna pass.

I'm sorry, guys, this was a false alarm.

But, but we still have time to take out the boat, check on that machine.

Guys, guys, the day's not lost.

[indistinct chattering]

You guys always get this kind of friendly attention?

[man 1] Lightning Lu!

-Does that look friendly to you? -[man 2 laughing]

[men talking indistinctly]

In this town, Alaska's economy runs solely on oil,

and we're trying to change that,

so it's not really friends galore for us.

[Lucas] Hey, don't worry yourself, bud.

They'll thank us when they're older. To the boat!

Well, well, well.

Well, well.

Look what Sasquatch dragged in,

all the way from fairy tale land.

-[chuckles] -It's little Lulu

and his band of bozos.

Shouldn't you be sticking your finger in an outlet somewhere?

Actually, I did this morning.

Don't come too close or you might get zapped.

-Cut the bullshit, Fletcher. -Roy, we're not on national park grounds.

I can do whatever I want. There's nothing you can do about it.

Hey! hey, this is federal land. Federal.

That means all the land an-- and every land, we call the shots.

-Actually, that's not-- -[Katie] Hey, shut it, missy.

Mia, Clem, let's go. We're burning daylight.

Let's leave these losers to their playtime.

Heh, more like toy time.

[both laughing]

-How was that? Was that cool? -[Katie] Are you kidding--

-That was pretty good. I mean-- -[Katie] Perfect. I was perfect.

[Roy chuckling] You look badass.

[chuckles] Yeah, well, I always do.

"You look badass too, Roy." "Aw, shucks, Katie.

-Thank you so much. I--" Yeah. -[Katie] Roy!

[adventurous music]

[music mellows down]

[device beeps]

[grunts softly]

What are we doing here?

We got a weather station buoy out here.

Measures atmospheric pressure, wind speeds,

air temperatures, all that jazz.

But at 6:13 this morning, this bad boy sent me a signal.

An alarm, rather, telling me some of its readings had spiked.

We're gonna find out why.

Oh.

-Clem! -I, I-- I can't find it!

I stopped caring about that 20 minutes ago. Let's go!

What? Oh, oh, okay.

Well, uh, just tell me that next time, will ya? Oi.

She's still floating. Come here.

[Clem] Wow, sh-- she didn't sink?

Ready position.

Steady does it.

Steady, Clem.

-[Clem] All right. -[both straining]

Here we go.

[Clem] It's so far.

-[electricity crackles] -[thuds]

-[Mia] Lucas! -[Lucas groaning]

-Righteous! -[Mia] Are you okay?

-Damn it, I missed it. -[Lucas] I just

wasn't wearing the proper gear.

You took my rubber tipped hook, Clem.

Help.

Heave!

-[Clem straining] -Higher, Clem.

-[Clem] Ooh! I-- -Steady.

-You got it? -It's so heavy! Oh.

[both sigh]

-Whoa! -Oh, careful there, cowboy.

That thing will roast you like a toaster.

-[Clem] Really? -How much power do you have this thing running on?

-Not enough to do that. -[beeping and whirring]

[Mia] Then there's a good chance this is from a lightning strike.

I... can't be certain until we pull it apart, but--

We'll run a full diagnostics test back at the office.

[waves crashing]

[metal rattling]

[bird chirping]

[Clem] Lucas, can you try putting your foot

-up there really quick? -[Lucas] Okay.

[Clem] Oh, wait, wait. Stop. Stop.

That's it. That's good. That's good.

Per-- Chin up a little bit.

Yeah. Oh, that's it. That's the shot.

That's the shot.

Wait. Lu-- Lucas, can you just put your foot back?

Hey, Lucas. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wher-- where are you going, dude?

Uh, I-- Whoa.

I've never seen the tide this low before.

[slow, mysterious music]

Lucas, what's wrong?

[Clem] Um, hey, guys.

Um, should we be out here?

What if the tide comes back?

-Whoa, this is so cool. -[shushes]

[Lucas] I haven't seen this boat in 25 years.

All this time, it's just been sitting here.

[wind blowing]

Right under the surface.

[light melancholic music]

Is this what I think it is?

Oh, it's their SuperBolt capsule. And their Beacon Shooter.

Where are your--

-[camera beeps] -Maybe we should give him a moment.

I am, with my camera.

-He doesn't need this on camera. -[Lucas] Clem.

Go grab some crates from the boat. I wanna bring

all this stuff back to the office.

Lucas, this stuff has been under water for years.

And this blanket is almost completely dry.

-So? -The SuperBolt must have created

some sort of electromagnetic force field around it, or a--

What, force field? Lucas.

This demands a full investigation.

We need to know exactly what happened here

so we don't make the same mistakes.

Their equipment may have malfunctioned or,

or their readings were off. Or--

[light mysterious music]

Or they didn't expect a bolt from the blue.

-What's that? -A bolt of lightning can strike nearly ten miles

from the center of an actual storm cloud.

And considering the SuperBolt's elusive nature,

one's calculations must be incredibly precise.

So, you think the bolt struck your parents instead of their beacon?

-It's possible. -[Mia] But not probable.

Hey, hey, hey! Now's not the time for negativity.

I'm not. It's just--

Look, Lucas, it's... [sighs]

...it's okay if you wanna be sad.

Sad. Who's sad? I'm n-- I'm not sad.

-Are you sad, Clem? -I, I'm fine, I guess.

-See? Clem's not sad. -[chuckles]

My mother always said the smallest discovery

has the potential to answer our biggest questions.

And this here is no small discovery!

Why are you putting your foot on the brake when we need two on the gas?

-That sounds dangerous. -Clem, giddy up, my man.

All right? Get the crates. We've got a lot to do in very little time.

[clattering, squeaking]

Ow! Son of a-- Come on!

-[object clatters] -[Lucas shouts] I hate science!

I'd leave him be if I were you.

He's been at this for hours, he's gonna drive himself nuts.

-Well, he already has, so-- -I'm serious, Clem.

I mean, what do you think of his force field theory?

-Doesn't matter what I think. -Sure it does.

You're giving Lucas a reason to think that all of this is okay.

Lucas and reasoning don't really go well together.

So this is just a joke to you?

No, Mia. For as long as I've known Lucas Fletcher,

he's always been after one thing.

And no amount of ridicule or reasoning

is ever gonna convince him to abandon it.

Yeah, but you're his friend.

[snickers, laughs]

Lucas and I are not friends.

So, you don't care if he gets himself killed?

He's not gonna get himself killed.

Well, his parents did.

What do you think happened to them?

[sighs]

I think his parents had no idea what they were doing.

They took a boat out into the middle of a storm,

crashed into some rocks, and never saw a SuperBolt.

Now, how would you explain the lightning strike marks?

-Or the blanket? -It doesn't matter what I think

as long as I'm not enabling Lucas.

He'd be running around, chasing after this fantasy

whether or not I'd be filming him.

So, why not film?

Is that what you're really doing here?

This documentary is gonna be my ticket off of this rock.

How about you, Mia?

If this SuperBolt is total bogus,

then why are you still here?

-[object clatters] -[Lucas] This is the worst day ever!

[Amy] What the hell is going on down here?

[Mia] We found his parents' boat washed up on the beach during low tide.

He's just trying to fix their old gear.

Nicki's boat? That's not possible.

I mean, Clem's got it on camera.

Lucas? Hey, Lucas.

-[Lucas] What? -I-- I need you to come up here, buddy.

-[Lucas groaning] No. -We need to talk.

Auntie! Ugh! I'm working!

I don't care! This is my house!

And this is my office!

-You got the shed! -That's it!

I'm done! You wanna throw your life away?

Go ahead. But not in my house!

I want you out of here by the end of the week.

That's fine. Just give up on me like you did my parents!

-[door slams shut] -[Amy breathes heavily]

Well, looks like a good time for me to clock out.

Um, I'll see you tomorrow.

-[Mia] Hey, Michael. -[Michael] Mia, I thought you were gonna keep me updated.

-What happened? -Um, yeah, sorry. Um, bad reception.

Everything's good. Team actually made

-a major discovery yesterday. -God, these donuts and tea.

Wait, what? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What discovery?

Uh, it's too early to tell,

but, um, I am thinking outside the box.

[Michael] Well, aren't I supposed to get some mock-ups

or designs of this capsule by now?

Well, uh, I don't think I'm gonna be able to steal anything

from the capsule, 'cause it's still a, uh, work in progress.

Get your butt home, then. Come on, I'll put you to work on Danny's project.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I, I, I just need more time. Please, Michael.

I am sure that we can use some of their technology for our work.

Well, the longer you take, the better that grant application

is gonna have to be. Deadline for the grant is in two days.

-That's plenty of time. I will not let you... -Okay, bye. [disconnects]

...down.

[Clem speaking indistinctly]

...uh, for about 12 hours now,

so, uh, yeah, he won't notice that I'm gone.

All right, you guys free to meet up in town?

Perfect! See you in a few.

-It's wicked. -[upbeat music playing over earphones]

[Mia panting] How's this for thinking outside the box, Michael?

[Roy and Katie talking indistinctly]

-[Clem] Hey, guys! -[Roy] Oh, hey, Klump.

Uh, it's Clem.

-Whatever. -[Katie] We gotta get on the road soon.

Some bears are harassing the campers up at Glacier Creek Waterfall.

Oh, my God. You know, we can do this another time if you guys need to go.

-This is more important. -[Clem] Oh.

Okay. Well, you two were great

-the other day in the park, and right on time too. -[Roy laughs]

-How do I look? -[laughs] It's all me, baby.

-[Roy] On camera. -[Clem] Like, uh, like a movie star, you know?

-Huh? -I, I think the scene is gonna play really well in the doc.

-Why to stop at one scene? -Yeah.

[chuckles] Why not make a movie about us?

-Right? [laughing] -Roy and Katie, bear fighting...

Audiences are begging for it!

Whoa! Hey, we got a spy!

-[Clem] Mia? -Just say the word.

-I'll take her down. -Oh.

Hey. Whoa. Guys, just give me a sec, all right?

Hey, let that be a warning to you.

I already feel the power of the aerobics.

-It's contagious. -Yeah.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm, I'm just paying off Lucas' tickets.

Really? Maybe I should go ask them?

Okay, so, um, I may be taking some creative liberties

to rattle Lucas up and stir up some conflict.

Clem, Lucas is paying you to help film the SuperBolt, not to--

What? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Lu-- Lucas isn't paying me. [chuckles]

-He's not? -No, I-- I volunteered to film him.

Wait, you believe in the SuperBolt that much?

[laughs] Um, the, the SuperBolt was never really the story.

You think people just wanna laugh at him.

-Well, I-- Come on, it's entertaining. -Oh, Clem.

You're just using him for your own research.

No, I'm trying to help him.

By writing some joke piece

for your bosses to laugh at?

Yeah, I, I read your report.

"Lucas Fletcher's theories are based more on fiction than fact."

Hey, that's not-- [sighs] you went through my stuff?

-It's not even what I meant. -You know, you can't walk ten feet around here, Mia,

without walking into some selfish a-hole.

But at least they don't deny who they are.

-Well, don't act like you're any better than me. -[Roy] Hey!

Hey, Calvin! We don't got all day, man.

The bears are getting hungry.

I'm not, Mia.

You are.

[Katie] Oh, come on.

[pensive music]

[wind blowing]

[birds chirping]

Lucas. Hey.

-Hey, Mia. -How you feeling?

[grunts softly] Good.

Why wouldn't I be?

You want any help?

-I know you don't need it, but-- -Sure.

Grab a box.

Hmm.

What?

Mind if I take a swing at this?

Sure. Take a crack at it.

-[clicks] -[whizzes]

[whizzes]

Oh.

Mm...

...keep it simple, stupid.

[beeping, swooshing]

No way!

Don't get too excited.

You got it to work.

Well, a little science goes a long way.

What else can you fix?

So, these concepts are a little rough,

but I think we can reconfigure some stuff

and make it work.

Lead the way.

[intriguing music]

Oh, cool! Check it out.

-Oh, that's cool. What's that? -[Lucas] It's a weather balloon.

My mom designed it to find the most dangerous territories of the upper atmosphere

to gather data and attract the SuperBolt in her direction.

What, like bolt fishing?

Exactly like bolt fishing.

Question is, do you think she'll fly?

Only one way to find out.

[blowing]

-Oh! -[groans]

Oh, hold on, wait. It's caught on something.

I think we're good.

[Lucas] Okay, now be careful,

because my mom, the famous Nicki Nimbus,

only made one of these,

and it'd take a while for me to recreate it.

So, it's better to be safe than sorry, you know?

Okay. This is good.

You're ready?

[sighs] As I'll ever be.

Three, two, one.

[gentle music]

They grow up so fast, don't they?

You're a doofus.

I believe the proper pronunciation is "genius."

[chuckles softly]

Wow, this is quite the strike zone.

[Lucas] Thanks. Made it myself.

[Mia] Man, Alaska is just incredible.

-You never been here before? -No, it was last on my list.

What, like a, like a bucket list?

No, I actually, um--

-Never mind. -No, no, it's okay. You can tell me.

Come on, you can tell me.

When I was 13, my mom pulled me out of 7th grade

so we could visit every national park in the US.

She homeschooled me for a year all from an RV...

...so we could swap the cars and concrete for...

...forests and fresh air.

I never felt... so... alive.

And now, for the first time...

...since my mom passed a year ago...

[inhales shakily]

...I feel it again.

Alive.

[sobs softly]

I'm sorry. That totally sucks.

Yeah, it sucks.

[sighs] Lung cancer, man.

The doctors would never admit it,

but I think it had a lot to do

with the city's polluted air quality.

[breathes deeply]

Alaska does not have that problem, though.

No, it certainly does not.

We have a couple of hours until the balloon comes down.

Uh, if you wanna enjoy the view,

-or walk around the territory, or get on top of my car-- -[grunts softly]

-[yelling] -Mia, hey!

Hey, Mia, stop! Hey, Mia, Mia, Mia!

-Please stop! Stop, okay? -[gasps]

-Please! -Oh, come on. Join me.

No, no, no. Please keep it down.

-Don't be so scared. -Of course I'm scared.

I don't want you to attract any bears.

-Wait, what? Really? -Yes.

Oh, yeah. No, let's not do that.

[gentle music]

[footsteps approaching]

-Here you go. -Thank you.

A lightning catcher must always maintain

a healthy diet of processed sugars to stay sharp.

What do you do to stay warm?

Oh, you're cold?

-[exhales] -Okay.

-How about this? -Oh.

-That's good. Thank you. -Okay. Yeah.

-[static crackles] -[gasps]

Ooh, I've been struck. [chuckles]

That's some fierce static electricity.

-I have that effect on people. -Oh, do you?

It's my electromagnetic force field.

-"Stay back!" -Well, that's the last time I have you, Negative Nancy.

Oh, no, I'm not being negative.

No, it's, it's a jog.

Oh, the blanket, i-- it's full of negative charges looking to equalize itself

onto something more positively charged, so--

The negative charges bounce from me to you.

I know, dude.

Right.

-[sighs, chuckles] -Sorry.

[cell phone buzzing]

Is this your mom?

Yeah.

It's, um, Sequoia.

First stop on our national parks trip.

The trees there are insanely cool.

And she always used to tell me that if I was ever feeling stressed or overwhelmed,

that I had the ability to teleport myself back there.

I just close my eyes... take a deep breath...

...instantly feel balanced again.

[softly] Like magic.

Mm.

Here, let's try it.

Okay. Get comfy.

Come on, just do it.

Okay. Now take a deep breath in.

-[inhaling deeply] -Come on.

And exhale.

[exhales slowly]

Take another deep breath.

-[inhales deeply] -Let the air fill your lungs.

-And exhale. -[exhales slowly]

Now think of a moment, any moment,

in which you felt at peace...

...you felt safe... and happy.

[calm music]

I just remembered my first thunderstorm.

I was so scared, so Mom gave me this little blanket.

She said it was cloaked with magical powers to protect me from the storm.

Like a, like a force field.

She sounds like a cool mom.

Yeah, she was.

If only she could see me now.

Something tells me she can.

[creaking]

Wha--

Oh, no! The weather balloon, it's gone!

I'm so sorry. Maybe we can recreate it?

It's okay.

He's up there somewhere.

Come on, let's go.

-Lucas! -Hey, Clem. Where were you today?

I want you to know that I had nothing to do with this.

I am equally just as upset as you are.

Or, going to be.

What are you talking about?

Uh, just promise me you won't panic.

Me? Panic? [chuckles]

It's like you don't even know me.

What did you do?

[door opens]

[reporter on TV] Tragic news. This boat belonged

to Nicki and Rodney Fletcher,

last seen over 25 years ago

when they decided to set sail into a massive storm.

Local police found the remnants of two bodies nearby,

and early reports conclude that the two meteorologists

were thrown overboard and drowned.

They were lightning catchers.

[scoffs] Who reported this?

-It had to have been Clem. He's just using you... -Oh, please, no--

-Lucas, she's a liar. Don't listen to her. -...for his film.

It was me.

-Auntie? -I have been waiting years for answers,

-and we finally have them. -These aren't answers.

-They died from the SuperBolt. They were strung off-- -No, no, no.

We're gonna go with the experts for once.

-Okay? -Experts? I'm more of an expert than these fools.

-They're idiots. -You are a kid with delusions of grandeur.

I'm honoring my parents.

Best way to honor your parents is to give them a proper burial.

A funeral so friends and family can come and say goodbye.

-And we will. After I capture the SuperBolt. -Lucas.

No, we ar-- we are so close to the end.

Tomorrow marks the 25th anniversary of when it last struck.

And there's not a single drop of rain in the forecast.

It doesn't matter. We have come too far to give up now.

[reporter] ...Lucas Fletcher, who lives here on Qulliq Island.

Here's a sneak peek from Clem Higgle's documentary

where we get to see what a few locals had to say about him.

He's a spy for Soviet Russia.

It's the Red Scare all over again.

-[both laughing] -He, he's a downright troublemaker--

-Yeah. More of a nutcase, really. -[Roy] Yeah.

-Yeah. Certifiably clueless. -[Katie] Hey. Hey.

He was driving his Jeep on federal land.

-I think it's his dad's Jeep. -That thing's a monstrosity.

He driving that in protected areas.

-...couple of years ago? -It did set on fire

in the middle of public parkland--

That Lucas boy ain't right in the head.

If he was really smart, he'd be tracking down those aliens

that are stealing my damn kumquats!

Oh, Lucas? I love that guy.

[chuckles softly]

Beacon Shooter test 72-Charlie.

Initiating in three, two, one.

-[powering up] -[grunts]

-[thuds] -[objects clatter]

I think his parents had no idea what they were doing.

I think they took a boat out into the middle of a storm,

crashed into some rocks and never saw a SuperBolt.

As you can see, Lucas Fletcher is quite the character...

Lucas, that is not what I meant.

-You said it, didn't you? -[Amy] That's not all she said.

She's here to steal your ideas and bring them to her bosses to use.

-Is that true? -No! W--

-not exactly, but-- -[Lucas] Hey, are you serious?

-Do you even work at HighSpark Renewables? -Yes.

My boss saw potential in your capsule.

He sent me here to see if we could recreate it,

-but that was before-- -Just like everybody else.

Oh, I didn't know how I would feel--

Mia, just-- just go.

In fact, the Lightning Valley Research Group is officially shutting its doors permanently.

Congrats, everyone, you win.

[Lucas climbing stairs hurriedly]

-This is all your fault. -You're the thief,

-not me. Get off your high horse! -No, this is on you, dude!

[Amy] Mia!

I'd start looking for a morning flight if I were you.

[somber music]

It's a beautiful day for travel.

Not a cloud in the sky.

Ah, perfect timing.

[cell phone buzzing]

-Hey, Michael. -Lightning Loon? Are you kidding me?

He looks like a, a kid in a costume, Mia!

[Mia] He's eccentric, to say the least.

Look, I know his findings were inconclusive,

-but-- -Uh, more like idiotic. I sent you up there

to gather real scientific data, not play dress up.

The whole town knew he was a joke, but you didn't?

-I wanted to give him a chance. -At the expense of HighSpark's reputation.

Forget the grant, Mia. You're gonna have to work

hours of overtime to fix this with our PR team.

Just get home.

Wheel those trash cans out to the road.

The garbage truck's gonna be here any minute.

Uh, I think I left the tape inside, so, uh...

...uh, I'm just gonna go check on that first.

[indistinct mumbling]

[sighs]

You drop this?

Never seen that before in my life.

[somber music]

Come for one last interview?

Well, I thought the film should end on your own terms.

[grunts] It still needs a conclusion.

Yeah, I think it's pretty clear your movie already made plenty of its own conclusions.

[light melancholic music]

[sighs, grunts softly]

I'll admit I've been pretty selfish lately.

Hell, desperate, even, to make a name for myself

and to get the hell off this island. I...

[sighs]

...because I don't belong here, Lucas.

People make fun of me because I'm a little different.

Um...

...but as they say, uh, you never get eaten by the bear

as long as you're faster than the slowest person.

So, I thought that if I could show everybody

how different you were,

then maybe they'd forget about me.

And, sadly, it worked.

You're the only friend I have...

...and I pushed you away.

And...

...I'm really sorry, Lucas.

I hope there's some way I can make it up to you.

Or I can burn all my footage.

You can start by washing the car.

I lost my lightning catcher jacket.

Um, you don't have a spare, do you?

-Don't push your luck. -[chuckles]

Hey, look who it is!

Well, well, well.

-Buzz off, guys. -Whoo!

-Girl got fire. -Farewell, ex-looney loon.

-[sighs] -[laughter]

[horn blaring]

[thunder rumbling]

[suspenseful music]

[faint crackling]

[soft crackling]

-[crackling] -Ah.

-I don't understand why you're even so... -[laughing]

...infuriating.

[thunder rumbling]

What the hell?

[music increases]

[wind blowing]

[thunder rumbling]

[dramatic music]

You ready for this, my friend?

-Absolutely not. -Well, too bad.

Fate's knocking on our door. Best we answer it.

-Wh-- what about your gear? -I'll go grab the gear.

-You pull out Sparky. -[Amy] Wait!

Wait, Lucas. Stop right there.

-Auntie, I need to go. -Stop right there-- No.

Auntie, I don't have a lot of time.

I told you, I don't have a lot of time either.

Auntie, I'm tired.

JK.

[softly] I'm getting too old for this.

-[engine starts] -[devices powering up]

-Clem, I'm driving. -That's a good idea.

[Amy] Lucas! Lucas, please don't do this.

I know you're scared, Auntie. I am too.

But we both know I have to do this.

-For them. -You promise me, right now.

I'm coming back, I promise.

Hold on!

[dramatic music]

Wait!

I need you to drive me to the Fletcher house right now.

-I thought you left. -I'm not a taxi service, sweetheart.

Lucas is about to drive into that storm.

-And if you don't-- -And, and, and big whoop.

It's just, it sounds like a you problem.

He could die! You have the chance to save his life, to be heroes.

-False. We already are heroes. -Best there ever was.

Well... he's gonna use illegal equipment on national park ground.

You have the chance to arrest him on the spot.

Hot damn. We got a case!

-Whoo! Full-blown investigation! Let's do this! -[Katie] Oh.

That's what I'm talking about.

Come on, sweetie. You asked for it. Get on. Let's go.

[ATV engine roaring]

[adventurous music]

[lightning crackling]

Wait. The storm's back there!

Not for long. She's moving fast.

We gotta steer in our direction.

-Clem? Pull up the Dish Leashing System. -Yeah?

-[device whines] -[Clem] The what?

Th-- th-- this was not in the training video!

-[device beeping] -I-- I don't know-- [mumbles]

-Take the wheel! -Jesus, Lucas!

Almost got it.

Oh! Oh, oh, oh! Whoa! Wait!

-[indistinct shouting] -Whoa!

[horn blaring]

Are you filming this? This is some great stuff!

-Hotdog Clem! [laughs] -No.

-[crying] We're gonna die. -Not yet, we aren't.

-Clem, hold on. -[mumbles]

[lightning crackling]

Lucas!

Lucas!

He's gone.

Where is he?

-Amy! -[thunder rumbling]

Where's the storm?

[softly] The strike zone.

[adventurous music]

[whirs, beeps]

[whirs, beeps]

[whirs, beeps]

Eight engaged. That's nine. And ten.

[beeps]

[Clem whimpering]

[lightning crackling]

Wow! Look at that! It's beautiful!

Have you ever seen anything like it, Clem?

[laughs] Film it! What am I paying you for?

Well, actually, I was gonna talk to you about that--

[chuckles] All right, Clem, roll it.

Lucas Fletcher here at our strike zone in the heart of a deadly storm

about to break away from its mature cumulonimbus stage.

With our fresh redesign of the Bolt capsule, we are actually able to--

[lightning crackles]

This is it.

This is it, Clem! All right, charge me up.

-Well, sh-- should I film it, or-- -Fourth quarter, Clem.

Fourth quarter. All hands on deck.

I don't know what that means.

Boot me up, man!

Oh, oh, okay. Okay.

[device charging up]

[adventurous music increases]

[lightning crackles]

Sweet.

It's charging up. Clem, you can see it now!

Baby, come on.

It's go time.

[device charging up]

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

[exhales] Where is it? No, no, no. Where is it?

Ugh. Strike me, damn it.

Strike me! [sighs] No, no, no, this is it.

This has to be it!

-Come back here, you son of a-- -[fires]

-[whistling] -[Lucas breathing heavily]

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

We ran the calculations 88 times.

Clem?

[melancholic music]

We ran the calculations 88 times.

We were right.

Clem.

Clem!

Eighty-eight times. Eighty-eight times. Eighty-eight times.

I spent 25 years waiting for nothing!

All right, that's enough.

We are taking Fletcher into custody.

-Wait, what? Why? -For trespassing and disturbing my peace.

Live from the scene, we've got Katie Kickass and Roy the Righteous here.

-Why does she get a cool nickname? -I gave you a really

-good nickname, Roy the Righ-- -[cross talk]

...I sound like a little boy.

[softly] Lucas.

What the hell are you doing here?

Come to steal the SuperBolt from me?

Well, guess what? I was wrong.

[sighs] It's not real. I'm just a fraud.

-That's not true. -Just smoke and mirrors now.

Lucas Fletcher, you are brilliant, and inventive,

and everything I wish that I could be.

Sure, you sometimes fall flat on your face,

but you see every failure as an opportunity,

and that makes you the greatest scientist I've ever met.

[gentle music]

Doctor-scientist.

[chuckles softly]

The first of its kind.

I'm sorry, I-- I was sent here to steal your technology,

but I promise I was never gonna go through with it.

Yeah, but how can I know that for sure?

Well, it's feeling, really.

Like the perfect milk to Waffle Puffs ratio.

-Yeah, but that feeling was wrong. -No, it wasn't.

I found the weather balloon.

It was struck in the same way as your parents' boat.

With a piece of your wool blanket in it.

So you're saying...

...the static electricity, when you rubbed it together,

-you created some sort of-- -One hell of a positive charge.

The SuperBolt forms in the cloud, but the strike starts with you.

Positive charge to meet it halfway.

-We need that blanket. -Mia, wait.

-The storm's already passed. -Well, then we chase it.

There's no way we can catch up to it now.

I'm sorry, it's long gone.

What about a bolt from the blue?

-Lightning can strike up to... -[both] ...ten miles from the storm.

-Imagine what a SuperBolt can do. -[thunder rumbles]

[inspirational music]

Look, if we're gonna do this, we need to do it now.

-[thunder rumbling] -Lead the way.

-I can't take him into custody with no handcuffs. -I don't have any--

I have, like, a raccoon trap we could use,

-it's back on the ATV. -What?

Racco-- He's a man!

-He's not a raccoon! -Well, I don't know.

-[Katie] Mr. Fletcher, you're under arrest! -One minute, please.

Did he shush me?

The Bolt capsule's, uh, a little buggy.

[Mia] The capsule's regulator's probably fighting the voltage output,

so we need to replace the rectifier and recalibrate--

Sorry, science stuff.

-Clem. I need you to take this blanket... -Yeah?

...and rub it all over Lucas's body, okay?

I want static electricity to make his toe hair stand up.

That's the weirdest thing you've ever said to me.

-But, I, I got you. Here, hold this. -I--

[device beeping]

[thunder rumbling]

-Oh! Let's-- -No. No! No!

-[device powers up] -Capsule's good to go.

[electricity crackling]

[lightning crackling]

Now's our chance.

Go.

[adventurous music]

[lightning crackling]

[beeping]

[alarm beeping]

[whispers] Oh, my--

[shouts] Lucas, wait!

-[whirring] -[alarm stops]

[whistling]

[tinkling, crackling]

[electricity crackling]

[dramatic music]

[straining]

[yelling]

[slow instrumental music]

[crackling, whooshing]

[softly] Oh, gee--

[panting]

[whispers] Oh, no--

[shakily] Oh, no. [gasps]

[soft crackling]

[melancholic music]

-[Mia] No, no, no, no, no! -[Katie] We need a medic.

-I repeat, we need a medic at Top Point Trails. -[Mia] Lucas.

Oh, no!

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

Okay. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Dude, come on. Oh, Lucas, do not do this!

[indistinct whispering] ...do it with me, come on.

[sobbing]

[electricity crackling softly]

-[crackles] -[Mia gasps]

-[Lucas coughs] -Oh!

[gentle music]

Ow.

[both laughing]

You, you really had us there for a second, Fletcher.

Oh, hey, guys. I didn't know you all were here.

Wait. Where's Clem?

[crying]

[Lucas] All right. [grunts]

I wish I could tell you that was the first time

I've seen someone struck by lightning.

-[groans] -Hey, guys, I think, uh,

I think we can cancel the medic.

[Roy grunts]

We got a live one.

Still call the medic, probably--

-Oh, I'm in charge. -Okay.

-[indistinct whispering] -[Roy sighs]

-[Lucas] Whew. -Lucas, you're alive! [chuckles]

[coughs] I, uh,

let's, uh, let's not share this with Auntie, shall we?

Uh, can we share this with Auntie?

[inspirational music]

-Is that the-- -I think it is.

[Lucas] That right there is the SuperBolt.

Successfully captured by the Lightning Valley Research Group.

-[laughs] -We did it.

-Hmm? All right. -Film me, film me. Come on.

We're here at the site of history, folks,

-with the man, the myth, and the legend-- -My friend, Lucas Fletcher,

the first lightning catcher to ever capture the SuperBolt.

Well, we did it. We successfully captured the SuperBolt.

Unfortunately, it only has a max output of 20 volts.

What does that get you? Well, um...

...you can charge your phone with it.

Or even watch TV.

Or even toast some bread.

[power dies down]

[gasps]

Guys? Guys?

[sighs in relief]

Uh, what just happened?

I have no idea.

[Amy] You need a bigger capsule.

You know, to access all the energy.

Might need a little tune-up, but I think she'll do the trick.

Nothing we can't handle.

What? I said it was a wild goose chase.

I never said I wasn't a part of it.

-Auntie. -Don't you touch me!

-Auntie, just one hug, please! Please, Auntie! -No! No hugging...

...and no touching! We have a rule! I will punch you!

-Auntie, please! -I will punch you! Get away from me!

Auntie!

[pleasant upbeat music]

[computer beeps]

[mimicking fighting sounds]

Boy, am I stoked to watch these tickets go up in flames.

[Clem groans softly] All-- all right, light her up.

-Here we go, baby. -[Katie and Roy grunt softly]

[Mia] No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

[machine whirring]

[triumphant music]

Ready?

As I'll ever be.

[swooshing]

[low-pitched whirring]

[powering up]

[electricity crackling]

[softly] Righteous.

[lightning crackles]

[upbeat music]

[slow instrumental music]

[clicks]

[crackles]

["Lean Into Life" by Petey]

♪ One night, I had a thought ♪

♪ What if we all did anything we want? ♪

♪ We quit our jobs ♪

♪ We went outside ♪

♪ No one could tell us how to live our lives ♪

♪ It's beginning to feel like I've ♪

♪ Been training my whole life for nothing ♪

♪ I've been meaning to tell you something ♪

♪ You gotta lean into life just a little ♪

♪ I think I'm breaking my own heart ♪

♪ I think I'm making my own self sick ♪

♪ At the thought of getting sick ♪

♪ I don't leave anymore ♪

♪ Did I leave my keys in the door? ♪

♪ It was so peaceful before ♪

♪ I feel like I've ♪

♪ Been training my whole life for nothing ♪

♪ I've been meaning to tell you something ♪

♪ You gotta lean into life just a little ♪

♪ I think I'm breaking my own heart ♪

♪ I think I'm making my own self sick ♪

♪ At the thought of getting sick ♪

♪ I don't leave anymore ♪

♪ Did I leave my keys in the door? ♪

♪ It was so peaceful before... ♪