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Leave it, Rodney. We gotta go.

Nicki, wait! This is ridiculous.

You two are gonna
get yourselves killed.

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

I'll be right behind you.

Rodney, do not start my car.

- Or what, 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.

Nicki, we gotta go!

- Nicki, please. Please.
- Just stop.

-Good morning, Karen.
-Thank you.

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.

Show time.

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!

How's the energy stored?

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?

How convenient.

I have that same pitch
written right here.

- Well, I guess great minds
think alike.
- 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!

Yikes.

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.

- 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--

What you might need
is a new research project.

Clear your head. Look.

-A research project?
-Mm-hmm.

"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.

This is gonna be a blast.

Welcome to Qulliq Island.

Thanks.

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.

How about cash?

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.

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

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

Well, in that case,
you need a lift?

I'm heading in that direction.

And I've got spare TP
in the car.

Whoa!

You have fun now.

Thanks. I'll try.

Holy snikies!

That was awesome!

I-- Oh, hey.

What in God's name?

-Clem!
-Uh, hey, Auntie Amy.

- Where the hell is he?
- What's up?

Well...

- Righteous.
- 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.

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

...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.

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?
- -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.

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.

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.
Auntie, tea!

- I'm right here!
- Oh, sorry.

-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.

I practiced 20 times... okay--

Good things happen
to those who wait.

She's watching us. Go.

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

It's working!

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 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.

- 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?

- Oh, I don't
really wanna do this.

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?

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.

Just, just leave it.
Just keep going.

Lightning, how do we catch--

-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.

-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.

- 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.

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

Um, was any of this
in your report?

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...
- 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.

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

- Uh, how does
one whisper to lightning?

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.
- 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.

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.

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

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.
Auntie!

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

"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.

Hey!

-Hi.
-What are you doing here?

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

Mm. Let's go.

-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.

Wow. This is your truck?

My parents'.

I made a few
minor tweaks to her,

but Sparky
has never let me down.

She gets the job done.

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.

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

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

Inflate away.

Need that D-10-2, Clem.

Well, something's not working.

- Hmm? 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.

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.

- 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!

Come on! Come on!

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.

Oh, my back. Oh!

Do you have any permits
to be doing

whatever it is you're doing?

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.

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--

Not today.

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?

Yep. Unless
little Baby LuLu here

happened to bring
some permits this time.

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.

Or is that your girlfriend?

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!

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.
- Federal--
You know about this?

- Mm-hmm.
- -Oh, our work is very classified.

- I wouldn't mess with them.
- -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.

I'll talk to you tomorrow--

What were you telling them?

Uh, they just had
to sign release forms.

For the, for the doc.

Huh.

I fixed it.

- 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.

Oh, my-- Mother--

Why so much furniture
in such a small house?

You scared the hell out of me.

Oops.

Do you always sit here? Alone?

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. 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.

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.

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

I'm sorry.

I know the feeling.

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?

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

I'm going to bed.

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.

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?

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.

Now!

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.

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?

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.

Right. How could I forget?

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.

Lucas?

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

- Oh, okay.
- This is it!

This is it. Big day, big day.

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.
- 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!

- You ready?
- Uh, yeah.

Awesome.
Let's go change the world.

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.

You guys always get
this kind of friendly attention?

Lightning Lu!

Does that look friendly to you?

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.

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.

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--
- 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.

- How was that? Was that cool?
- Are you kidding--

- That was pretty good. I mean--
- Perfect. I was perfect.

You look badass.

Yeah, well, I always do.

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

- Thank you so much. I--" Yeah.
- Roy!

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.

Wow, sh-- she didn't sink?

Ready position.

Steady does it.

Steady, Clem.

All right.

Here we go.

It's so far.

Lucas!

- Righteous!
- Are you okay?

- Damn it, I missed it.
- I just

wasn't wearing the proper gear.

You took my rubber
tipped hook, Clem.

Help.

Heave!

Higher, Clem.

- Ooh! I--
- Steady.

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

-Whoa!
-Oh, careful there, cowboy.

That thing will roast you
like a toaster.

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

Not enough to do that.

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.

Lucas, can you try
putting your foot

- up there really quick?
- Okay.

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.

Lucas, what's wrong?

Um, hey, guys.

Um, should we be out here?

What if the tide comes back?

Whoa, this is so cool.

I haven't seen
this boat in 25 years.

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

Right under the surface.

Is this what I think it is?

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

Where are your--

- Maybe we should
give him a moment.

I am, with my camera.

- He doesn't need this on camera.
- 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--

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.
- But not probable.

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

I'm not. It's just--

Look, Lucas, it's...

...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.

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.

Ow! Son of a-- Come on!

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.

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?

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?

- This is
the worst day ever!

What the hell
is going on down here?

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.

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

- 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!

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

Um, I'll see you tomorrow.

- Hey, 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.

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.

...down.

...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.

How's this for thinking
outside the box, Michael?

- Hey, guys!
- Oh, hey, Klump.

Uh, it's Clem.

- Whatever.
- -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.
- Oh.

Okay. Well, you two were great

- the other day in the park,
and right on time too.

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

- On camera.
- -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.

Why not make a movie about us?

- Right?
- Roy and Katie, bear fighting...

Audiences are begging for it!

Whoa! Hey, we got a spy!

- 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.

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

Wait, you believe
in the SuperBolt that much?

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--
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.
- -Hey!

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

The bears are getting hungry.

I'm not, Mia.

You are.

Oh, come on.

Lucas. Hey.

-Hey, Mia.
-How you feeling?

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.

Oh.

Mm...

...keep it simple, stupid.

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.

Oh, cool! Check it out.

- Oh, that's cool. What's that?
- 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.

Oh!

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

I think we're good.

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?

As I'll ever be.

Three, two, one.

They grow up so fast,
don't they?

You're a doofus.

I believe the proper
pronunciation is "genius."

Wow, this is quite
the strike zone.

Thanks. Made it myself.

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...

...I feel it again.

Alive.

I'm sorry. That totally sucks.

Yeah, it sucks.

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.

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--

Mia, hey!

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

Please stop! Stop, okay?

-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.

-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?

Okay.

-How about this?
-Oh.

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

Ooh, I've been struck.

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.

Sorry.

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.

Like magic.

Mm.

Here, let's try it.

Okay. Get comfy.

Come on, just do it.

Okay. Now take a deep breath in.

Come on.

And exhale.

Take another deep breath.

Let the air fill your lungs.

And exhale.

Now think of a moment,
any moment,

in which you felt at peace...

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

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.

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?

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

What did you do?

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.

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.

...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.

- He, he's a downright
troublemaker--

- Yeah. More
of a nutcase, really.
- Yeah.

- Yeah. Certifiably clueless.
- 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.

Beacon Shooter test 72-Charlie.

Initiating in three, two, one.

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?
- 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--
- 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.

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

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

Mia!

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

It's a beautiful day for travel.

Not a cloud in the sky.

Ah, perfect timing.

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

He looks like a,
a kid in a costume, 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.

You drop this?

Never seen that before
in my life.

Come for one last interview?

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

It still needs a conclusion.

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

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...

...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.

Hey, look who it is!

Well, well, well.

-Buzz off, guys.
-Whoo!

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

Ah.

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

...infuriating.

What the hell?

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.
- 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.

I'm getting too old for this.

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

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!

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!
- Oh.

That's what I'm talking about.

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

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?

The what?

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

I-- I don't know--

-Take the wheel!
-Jesus, Lucas!

Almost got it.

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

Whoa!

Are you filming this?
This is some great stuff!

- Hotdog Clem!
- No.

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

Clem, hold on.

Lucas!

Lucas!

He's gone.

Where is he?

Amy!

Where's the storm?

The strike zone.

Eight engaged.
That's nine. And ten.

Wow! Look at that!
It's beautiful!

Have you ever seen
anything like it, Clem?

Film it!
What am I paying you for?

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

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--

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.

Sweet.

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

Baby, come on.

It's go time.

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

Where is it?
No, no, no. Where is it?

Ugh. Strike me, damn it.

Strike me!
No, no, no, this is it.

This has to be it!

Come back here, you son of a--

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

We ran
the calculations 88 times.

Clem?

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--

...I sound like a little boy.

Lucas.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Come to steal
the SuperBolt from me?

Well, guess what? I was wrong.

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.

Doctor-scientist.

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...
- ...ten miles
from the storm.

- Imagine what
a SuperBolt can do.

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

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.

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

Did he shush me?

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

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--

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

Capsule's good to go.

Now's our chance.

Go.

Oh, my--

Lucas, wait!

Oh, gee--

Oh, no--

Oh, no.

- No, no, no, no, no!
- We need a medic.

- I repeat, we need a medic at Top Point Trails.
- -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!

...do it with me, come on.

Oh!

Ow.

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?

All right.

I wish I could tell you
that was the first time

I've seen someone
struck by lightning.

Hey, guys, I think, uh,

I think we can cancel the medic.

We got a live one.

Still call the medic, probably--

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

- Whew.
- Lucas, you're alive!

I, uh,

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

Uh, can we share
this with Auntie?

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

That right there
is the SuperBolt.

Successfully captured
by the Lightning Valley
Research Group.

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.

Guys? Guys?

Uh, what just happened?

I have no idea.

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!

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

All-- all right, light her up.

Here we go, baby.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Ready?

As I'll ever be.

Righteous.

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