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Before we go into our adventure, I want to give you the pleasure of introducing myself.

Valentino, Sean Valentino. Welcome to The Lifestyle.

As most of you know, I'm the most famous bachelor in the galaxy.

I know what you are thinking. I look like your average boy next door.

But despite of my ordinary everyman exterior, my every move makes international headlines.

That's why, despite numerous assassination attempts, I decided to run for president

and help rid the world of a glorious man.

Being a living legend, celebrities dream of interviewing me.

He calls himself an international playboy.

Are you up front with women? Do you tell them, I'm a womanizer, womanizer? Do you tell them that?

But I chose to remain a mystery.

After all, I'm also a world-renowned secret agent.

On my most recent adventure, I was assigned to retrieve the original copy

of my manifesto, The Showstopper Lifestyle, the biggest selling publication of all time.

And my team of undercover agents saved the world against a deadly enemy.

They've made movies about my escapades, and they are the highest grossing films of all time.

More importantly, along the way, I discovered a magical gold-in-the-wall,

a rose at the most famous landmark on Earth.

A rose with powers beyond your imagination.

Of course, those powers could be used for good, or, in the wrong hands, evil.

Rumor is that somewhere in this world is a replica of the rose.

But the legend is, there is only room for one all-powerful rose per planet.

After recovery, I was able to get a job at a company called The Showstopper Lifestyle.

I was able to get a job at a company called The Showstopper Lifestyle.

After recovering from the manifesto, and discovering the gold rose last Christmas,

it was a holly jolly season.

Yes, indeed, it's a wonderful lifestyle.

The party continued through New Year's Day, or, as it is more popularly known,

my birthday.

Celebrities paid tribute in celebration.

Sean Valentino, my man.

Happy birthday to you, brother.

But I sensed there was trouble in paradise.

You did it, Sean. The galaxy is saved.

No. We did it.

By the way, meet my cousin.

Shauna. Shauna Valentino.

You're no longer just president of the Showstopper fan club, Stevie.

We are now secretary of defense.

Showstopper Empire Enterprises Incorporated.

Stevie, your brother would be so proud of you.

Thanks. I'm glad I earned your trust.

But...

You knew my brother?

Stefan and I have history.

Took me to the enchantment under the...

Showstopper dance.

Upon receiving this intel,

I decided to take a couple years off and travel the world

as the golden rose was hidden in the secure hands

of one of our top secret agents.

The Sultan of Brunei threw a festival in my honor.

The Sheikh of Bangladesh commissioned a special portrait

that became the biggest selling painting in eBay history.

Since my public appearances made international headlines,

I would have to hide in plain sight

to avoid being a target of potential assassins

searching for the rose.

Thankfully, I had getaways all across the globe.

The Valley of the Kings in Egypt.

The temples of Thailand.

The mountains of Egypt.

The mountains of Egypt.

The mountains of Egypt.

The mountains of Egypt.

The mountains of Bolivia.

Where I constructed a sophisticated 50-mile cable car system

with a single piece of rope

so I could scope out bandits

and make stops at the world's most majestic sunset.

The islands of the Philippines.

I had to travel by zipline to avoid capture.

Then one day,

as I was relaxing in my 25,000-acre resort oasis in Costa Rica,

the nightmare...

The nightmares began.

Sorry to bother you on your vacation,

but we've just received an urgent message from the Vatican.

The details of your mission are hidden in the holy waterfall.

There it was.

The waterfall.

After standing around striking obnoxious poses for no apparent reason,

I had a horrific vision in the middle of paradise.

My showstopper instincts told me that I needed to recover the gold of the world.

I had to stop.

The world had frozen into a cold and rose soon.

But just when I was in the middle of my international escapades,

I was summoned to a top secret mission.

We've got a message from your old friend, the Pope.

The original tablet of the Ten Commandments has been lost.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it,

is to return the Ten Commandments back to the Vatican at once.

Being a world-famous secret agent,

I was regularly called to action

by political and religious leaders.

And when my good friend, the Pope, needed assistance,

I knew I had to take action.

Thankfully, after earning my Ph.D. in archaeology

in only two weeks,

I had expertise for this holy mission,

to uncover the location

of the most sacred artifact of them all,

the ancient tablet of the Ten Commandments.

The assignment took me around the globe.

My keen instincts told me to head to the heritage city of Antigua in Guatemala.

As always, despite my worldwide fame,

I had to blend in to keep a low profile.

In my quest to recover the tablet,

movies have been made of my archaeological adventures.

But they had to rename the character Indiana Jones,

because studios couldn't afford the rights to my likeness.

I had done it.

I had discovered the Ten Commandments.

In the news today,

McDonald's has just announced its new fat-free Big Mac.

Uh, hold on.

This Justin, the showstopper Sean Valentino,

has recovered the Ten Commandments.

But after celebrating my discovery for about ten seconds,

Mission Control sent me on an evening trip to the United States,

to explore an even more vital quest.

Mr. Valentino, congratulations on retrieving the Ten Commandments.

But we have an even more important mission.

The Mysterious Mind is planning to hatch an evil plot.

You must retrieve the Golden Rose at once.

One of our top agents is guarding the Golden Rose.

Agent B is somewhere in Guatemala.

Good luck, sir.

I knew I didn't have a moment to lose.

But with potential enemies on my tail,

I had to make a move.

I had to make a discreet exit.

The Golden Rose was in Guatemala.

But where?

Who was this mysterious Agent B?

The Golden Rose was back safely in my hands.

But now what?

Ironically, I felt more unsafe than ever.

The mysterious visions were haunting my every thought.

So, I began to question the source of the Rose's power.

I thought back to how I originally discovered the artifact in my Egyptian expedition.

It was a top-secret mission to the pyramids.

Being a man of mystery, I disappeared into the crowd.

Upon uncovering the relic, I felt a surge of flower power.

The Golden Rose was instrumental in accomplishing my mission.

To save the world from a supervillain from my side.

But as they say, absolute power corrupts absolutely.

And perhaps it had also conjured up some dark shadows from my past.

I realized it was time to bring the Golden Rose home to confront my demons.

As I boarded my private jet returning to my Calabasas estate,

thousands of women awaited my arrival.

Also, I was in a hurry to get to the place where I was supposed to be.

I was in a hurry to get to the place where I was supposed to be.

I was in a hurry to get to the place where I was supposed to be.

I was in a hurry to get to the place where I was supposed to be.

Awaiting my return was...

Count Rich Serling.

Like myself, Serling is a man of mystery.

He is also a man with a particular set of skills.

He's the world's greatest detective,

a collector of antiquities,

and a five-star chef.

So, he was the perfect host to the showstopper homecoming party.

I can get it all day, you can have it by night.

Cuz the club, I get you anything, by any means.

Gangsta, 501s, shell toes, tank top, no pin chains.

Breaking away, taking a chance...

It appeared the magic of the Golden Rose had been revived.

Sean, I have some bad news.

Do you remember the time Duke Delbert Lloyd killed your old man?

When we had him frozen in cardboard night?

Well, it seems as though he's been unfrozen.

And sent to Alcatraz.

Well, it's not that bad.

Nobody escapes the Rock.

Well, unfortunately, Lloyd has used his influence to manipulate Alcatraz officials.

And according to our records, he's been a model prisoner.

It looks like he might be released for good behavior.

You need to get to Alcatraz at once.

Duke Delbert Lloyd was once our family's closest ally.

He and my old man were the lead singers in the group Galaxy.

The band.

The biggest rock stars in the Galaxy.

They rocked the world.

And got the girls.

He was the last man to see my father before he mysteriously disappeared in outer space.

His evil plans including stealing the manifesto in an attempt to take control of the planet.

And more importantly, the lifestyle.

Thankfully, we were able to imprison him by freezing him in cardboard night.

If he had indeed been released from Alcatraz, the whole world was in danger.

Our worst nightmares had come true.

Lloyd had done the impossible and escaped from Alcatraz.

Thankfully, I was there to intercept his getaway.

The Duke was a master of disguise and manipulation.

It would be the chase of a lifetime.

Holy shnikes.

The Lloyd had jumped into the shark-infested waters of the bay.

I hate sharks.

I hate them.

Using my own sources, I discovered Lloyd was hiding in one of our family's many hotels in San Francisco.

I contacted one of my old undercover allies, Katrina Kyle, AKA Catgirl, to assist me in this catastrophe.

With her cat-like instincts, I was feline good about our mission to capture Lloyd.

Unfortunately, as Catgirl and I pawned on the ship, we were forced to leave the ship.

The Duke showed he had nine lives by escaping into the night.

In his fur, Ari.

Welcome back, Sean.

I heard the news from Mission Control.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

I lost the Duke.

Don't worry.

We'll find him.

The fate of the galaxy depends on it.

We don't have a second chance.

We're not going to let him escape.

No.

We don't have a second to lose.

Who?

I'm tired.

Why don't we watch a movie?

Popcorn?

What is it?

I don't know.

The less of it you have, the more it's worth.

The less of it you have, the more it's worth.

What's it mean?

Time.

Who sent it?

It's a riddle to me.

But it was my annual Halloween costume party at the showstopper mansion that the real nightmare would begin.

I was in my Elvis suit, personally handed down to my father by the King himself.

With the rose in my possession, the ladies were loving me tender.

And all shook up by my presence.

Unfortunately, at the after party, I was left alone.

after-party. This Halloween would be a highway to the Heartbreak Hotel. Everything seemed normal

on the surface, but I noticed a disturbance in the lifestyle. I have had not over five minutes

of sleep in more than a decade, but my nightmares left me in a constant state of unrest. I explored

the Hefner wing of my mansion for an answer when I received a mysterious message.

I arrived in D.C. for my meeting with the President, only to discover he was sleeping

all day in the White House. So I decided to pay tribute to the legend himself, Abraham Lincoln.

Not only had Honest Abe freed the slaves, legend has it that he enjoyed the freedom of

the light.

In the news today, Tom Cruise has announced that he wants the showstopper, Sean Valentino,

to play him in a new biopic. This just in, chaos has broken out across the globe. The

world's most famous monuments have disappeared in smoke. At the site of each landmark, there

is an envelope with a question mark, the terrorist behind this is a big mystery. Showstopper,

we need you!

You do realize how grave the situation is. Your days of living the lifestyle may be over.

A world of fun and fantasy, of magic and mystery are in serious danger. The very fate

of human civilization

is at stake.

It's up to you,

showstopper,

to save the galaxy

once again.

That's when I received a top-secret message

from Mission Control.

Mr. Valentino,

the world is at its darkest hour.

The Golden Rose has been stolen

and replaced with a duplicate.

What the thief doesn't know

is that the Rose in your possession

has the same powers,

but they need to be unlocked.

Also, somewhere,

sometime in history,

is the power source.

Your mission,

if you choose to accept it,

is to ignite the power of the Golden Rose

and bring balance back to the galaxy.

As always,

we are here to assist you

at Showstopper Headquarters.

Good luck, sir.

Showstopper,

prepare for time travel.

Great, Skyler.

John,

I think I've come up with a solution

to travel through time

to unlock the powers of the Golden Rose.

I saw this movie once

about a mysterious car

that had the power to travel through time.

Where do we even find such a car?

I think I've got an idea, though.

It would be my most impossible mission yet.

It would require not only traveling the world,

but traveling time.

And although building a time machine

out of a car is a lot of work,

it's also a lot of work,

and it's a lot of work,

and it's a lot of work,

and it's a lot of work,

and it's a lot of work,

seemed like a crazy concept,

I went on a search

for the perfect vehicle.

Little did I know,

there was a former ally

turned enemy on my tail.

As I wandered my museum,

I realized that the maniacal riddle

made sense.

The less time you have,

the more it's worth.

This clue reminded me of a movie

made about one of my best friends,

a guy that lived

every moment to the fullest. There it was, the 1961 Ferrari GT California. The car owned by my

good buddy Bueller, Ferris Bueller. I reported back to headquarters that this could be my time

travel vessel. Not meant to see this. I have some bad news to report, Sean. Sneeter was identified

at the showstopper auto collection. I'll have our security team look out for a seven foot nine

surfer looking dude. By the way, as your secretary of defense, I found you a new head of security.

She's the top rated bodyguard in Brazil. I think you'll find her up to your standards.

Barbie Brazil was my trusted bodyguard. She had replaced my former head of security,

Rico Sneeter, standing at a towering seven foot nine.

His elite skill set had made him a great guardian. Sneeter was also once an agent of impeccable

integrity until we discovered that his loyalty was on sale for the highest bidder. After his

betrayal, we discovered Brazil during a photo shoot in Rio. Barbie's assets made her the perfect

protector for the showstopper. Upon learning that I had uncovered

the wrong classic movie car for my time travel adventures, I returned to showstopper auto museum.

Some of my closest fellow agents stored their vehicles in the facility.

This included my old college buddy, Bruce Wayne, also known as Batman. But the Batmobile wasn't

sophisticated enough for my mission, so I explored the private garage of our official

British correspondent, Bond.

James Bond.

I appreciate a nice Aston Martin as much as the next secret agent, but this mission was too impossible even for 007.

So I thought of my close friend and top American counterpart, Tom Cruise. But a motorcycle didn't have the capacity to take me through time.

But as I cruised through my classic auto collection, Great Scott, the wing doors must create the thrust to weight ratio I need.

For this mission, I was forced to turn over the

one-to-one gigawatt screen.

What's this?

This is your ticket to time travel.

The Dream Machine?

Exactly.

But with enhanced specifications.

After hours of agonizing research, and after viewing a particular movie trilogy, I came up with a way to turn The Dream Machine into a time machine.

So what's this?

Why do you think this is a good idea?

Why is that?

I have no idea.

Where do you think these are located?

Maybe they're at the top of the ankles.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Come on, let me show you how it works.

This vehicle is equipped with a flux capacitor,

and it's triggered by a very special mineral substance.

Clutonium!

You will be able to go anywhere on Earth at any time in the history of human civilization.

Are you telling me that you built a time machine out of a BMW?

Well, I figure, if the most famous bachelor in the galaxy is going to travel through time,

why not do it in style?

The lifestyle.

So, Sean, now that we've found a vehicle suitable for your impossible mission,

it's my one and only concern to make sure that we find a way for you to travel safely through time.

Oh my god, Sean, Sean!

Looks like Showstopper Headquarters is trying to get a message to us immediately.

Great Scott! Sean!

Good luck finding the Golden Rose.

Remember, sometimes the answer lies in the past.

The future is a mysterious place, Sean.

Make it a good one.

Great Scott!

So, Sean, I was able to extract the rest of the information from the encrypted disk,

and the father of time travel, as only he could,

was trying to deliver the secret of how to get the dream machine

to time travel mode.

So...

What's the secret?

My good friend James Dean once told me to...

live fast.

Okay.

And in order to engage the flux capacitor on the dream machine,

we need to get that baby up to 188 miles per hour.

188 miles per hour?

Even I can't handle that type of speed.

You were trained for this.

Or don't you remember?

Sean, I've got to do something.

I just don't believe it.

For reasons known only to the almighty Maverick himself,

and against all human logic on God's grey earth,

I'm sending you back to Top Gun.

I have to admit, I wasn't expecting an invitation back.

They're called orders.

Showstopper.

Ah, Top Gun, the memories.

My training days at Top Gun were some of the best days of my life.

I had made history becoming the first male student in the history of the program.

The ladies felt the need.

The need for me.

I feel it.

My exploits were legendary.

Oh, Sean.

Your body's writing checks.

Like your ego can't cash.

It was also where I met the first woman I sorta kind of liked.

Our flight instructor, Vanessa Skye.

It was also where I met Catgirl.

And my lovely co-pilot, Captain Caitlin Fox.

Call sign, Chicken.

And yes, she was one hen of a pilot.

Sean, I like you because you're dangerous.

Exactly.

Exactly.

Exactly.

Exactly.

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That's right.

Sean, when I first met you, it was harder than life.

We would cuddle and watch chick flicks.

I'm the only family you have, Sean.

I won't let you down.

Sadly, Chicken was lost in a tragic explosion.

Of course, I survived.

And the investigation ruled that there was no foul play.

Thankfully, my instructor...

was there to console me.

I could be your wingwoman anytime.

Against all odds, I won the prestigious Top Gun belt,

paving the way for male pilots everywhere.

One of my fellow agents would cruise into my footsteps.

Being a fashion maverick, it was time to get back in uniform.

My Top Gun recertification was a strenuous program

that consisted of five days of partying

and shamelessly striking narcissistic poses.

And no, I don't play volleyball.

Upon completing my Top Gun renewal certificate,

the world's greatest rapper, C. True,

threw a legendary party in my honor.

I was a little bit of a loser.

I wanna see your body rock.

Sorry about the hit and run.

Cause I love your body with a magic smile.

Uh-oh, uh-oh.

You're catching feelings for me.

Uh-oh, uh-oh.

Call me when you're feeling lonely.

Uh-oh, uh-oh.

But I gotta leave.

Got your lipstick on my sleeve.

Let me go, so.

I had to let her go.

She's missing the way we boom, boom, boom.

I hit it from the front, the back, back.

I gotta run.

I need.

Gotta satisfy before I leave.

Sweat, pleasure, and pain.

What's your favorite shade?

Mine's blood red.

My passion lets your body do the talking.

My hands up and down your curves.

Who is that?

Oh, hiya, Sean.

I was your fellow student from Top Gun.

Don't you remember?

To keep it down, but you keep me up.

So what I'm stuck in, my cup is thicker.

Make me want a liquor.

I don't think you're.

Sean, we need to talk.

This situation is far more complicated

than you could possibly imagine.

I'm sorry.

But we have the time machine.

But that's not enough.

Before you set off on your adventures,

you need to understand the rules

of traveling through time.

The mysterious enemy steals the rose here

and switches it with the only rose in existence

with the same characteristics,

but without the magical powers.

You and only you can unlock those magical powers.

My intense scientific research has revealed

that there can be only one all-powerful rose

in the galaxy.

At some point in the past,

at some location on Earth,

is the source of the powers of this rose's magic.

According to my studies,

this location will either be at one of the world's wonders

or at a sacred holy water sanctuary.

This mysterious thief seems to be a maestro

of rhymes and riddles.

It seems to me that he enjoys challenging us with clues,

so with the clues of this riddler,

you will end up in various time periods

and places in human history.

Now, Sean, it's imperative that wherever and whenever you go,

make sure to return back to the dream machine

within five minutes

so you can get back and refuel the flux capacitor.

Failure to comply with these rules

will create a space-time paradox

that will destroy all of human civilization.

You need to find the power of this rose,

which should create an alternate timeline,

eliminating the magic of the stolen rose,

which then will restore balance to the galaxy.

And more importantly, the lifestyle.

Showstopper Headquarters had assigned

Agent Asia Valentine

as undercover operations manager on my mission.

Valentine had a genius level IQ,

and she was also a maestro at rhymes and riddles.

After years of international adventure,

I have always had a soft spot for Asian women.

But with the world at stake,

I would make sure this relationship would be strictly business.

Back when I was in detective school,

my good friend Sherlock Holmes gave me a very good piece of advice.

To solve any mystery,

you need to first look at your own history.

Now, as you know, Sean,

you have many dark secrets in your past.

I found this old family album.

Your old man, Don Juan Valentino.

The one and only, the legendary,

Casanova Valentino.

Your grandfather.

What's this?

It's a still image of a subject.

They call it a photograph.

But that's not what's important right now.

I mean, who's this?

Are you sure you want to know that?

The man in that photo is Romeo.

Romeo Valentino.

Your long lost older brother,

Romeo Valentino.

Did you know about this?

I did know about this.

You see, Romeo Valentino was a strange boy.

He felt out of place in the lifestyle.

He never felt comfortable in a room of 20 beautiful,

swooning runway models.

He couldn't run like Tom Cruise.

But most importantly,

he wore regular glasses.

Not showstopper shades.

When he was two years old,

he had some sort of incident.

He ran away from home.

He ran away from the galaxy.

He ran away from the lifestyle.

And that's all I know.

Why don't we use the time

machine to find him and save him?

Stay focused on your mission, Sean.

This is no time to be digging up old skeletons.

I did need to speed down to San Diego at once.

Wow. Nice car.

Comic-Con was the ultimate gathering of wild and wacky characters.

It was the perfect place for a wannabe super villain

like the Fiddler to disappear.

The good news is

I didn't need to travel back in time to get there.

Thankfully, I had some old Top Gun classmates

to assist me on my mission.

With everyone in outrageous outfits,

it was difficult to track down this masked marauder.

Of course, I was the only person there

who was a superhero

without having to wear a costume.

Unfortunately, the Fiddler proved to be an elusive enemy.

So this comic book would not have a happy ending.

So when is this investigator supposed to get here?

Detective Brigitte Rayne at your service.

And you must be Count Serling,

world's greatest detective.

I see my reputation has preceded me.

And I guess you're the hotshot they sent me

from Showstopper Mission Control

to help find the masked marauder.

Let's just say I specialize in masked marauders.

I specialize in masked marauders.

I specialize in masked marauders.

Excellent.

Because I could use your expertise

to help discover the identity of this psycho.

I specialize in psychos.

And now I just need the master keys to the mansion.

So I can go

dust for fingerprints.

Did that investigator

look at all familiar to you?

Have we seen her before?

I don't think so.

Are you sure?

You must be Count Reg Serling.

Well, if it isn't world famous undercover agent

Asia Valentine.

Sean told me about your relationship.

Oh, Sean.

What did he say?

He told me that you two worked

very well together.

Oh.

We've got a lot of work to do.

The fate of the galaxy is at stake.

But more importantly,

the lifestyle.

Let's go.

I can use your particular set of skills.

Ashley Angel was my high school sweetheart.

We dated for an entire week.

She was the head cheerleader of the football team.

And I was the star of the football team.

I was the only player on the field

that didn't need pads and a helmet.

Angel went on to become the world's

top-rated cheerleader

for the legendary Dallas Cowboys.

Haunted by the nightmares of my past,

it was a breath of fresh air

seeing this baby-faced beauty.

Maybe your first stop on your time travel adventures

should be back to high school.

Back to the school dance.

Remember Valentine's Day?

The enchantment under the show stars.

I know you have a big adventure ahead of you.

Who knows?

Maybe I'll see you sometime in the future.

Or the past.

Exactly.

Good luck, kid.

As the esteemed secretary of defense

of Showstopper Enterprises Empire, Incorporated,

I do have to warn you that

when you go to the enchantment under the show stars,

you'll be the first to know

the enchantment under the showstopper dance.

Under no circumstances,

you hear me?

Under no circumstances

can you encounter your former self.

Or any of your family, friends, or loved ones.

Not that you have any.

My twin brother will be there.

It's my day.

Here.

Take this photo.

Now, if you see yourself disappearing,

it could mean there's a rip in the space-time continuum.

This would be the ultimate journey back in time.

Sterling Heights High School.

The place where I was a living legend.

It was Valentine's Day.

The night of the enchantment under the showstopper dance.

Something told me that there would be something

at my old stomping ground

that would source the roses' magic.

I sported a wig

and wandered the hallways at 6 a.m.

to avoid running into my former self.

It was this stage

where I won the school's

Hunk of the Year Award,

which led to me starring

in the biggest documentary of all time.

Unfortunately,

revisiting my gridiron greatness

didn't restore the roses' powers.

On the basketball court,

I was considered the greatest prospect

since Michael Jordan.

But the real last dance

was the enchantment under the showstopper.

Ashley Angel was my date.

Geez, did that guy always have cool hair?

I had 30 seconds left

to see if witnessing my former self

could conjure up a clue.

Oh, shucks!

I'd been spotted.

Ten seconds left.

I had to make like a tree

and leave.

Remember when I told you that

investigator looked a little bit familiar to us?

I want you to take a look at this security footage.

Yep.

Exactly.

That's our old friend,

three-time Raspberry winning actress,

and former caretaker of the Valentino estate,

Miss Scarlett Parris.

As we both well know.

Do you think that she's the fiddler?

I don't know.

But I'm gonna find out.

To save the galaxy,

look to the divine.

In the good book,

the answer

you will find.

Find?

Huh?

What book?

Sean!

Oh!

My God!

Besto!

The good book?

The Savior?

The Savior?

The Savior?

Savior?

El Salvador!

Sean!

You're my savior.

Aww!

El Salvador was my next destination

in 1992.

The country was in the midst of a civil war

that was immediately halted

by my show-stopping presence.

El Salvador is the savior in Spanish.

So rumor is,

they renamed the country

after me.

I had about five minutes to navigate

some ancient cathedrals

that would lead me to a hidden location

somewhere in the valley.

After receiving my PhD in theology,

in one week,

I uncovered the church

that surely had the secret of the rose.

The church of the rosary.

Just as I thought,

the intricately crafted stained glass corridors

of the cathedral

created a reflection on the rose

that created a compass

that would point me

to a top secret volcano

in the valley.

I surmised

the thermal vapors of the waters

could be the source of the energy

that could give the golden rose

back its magical gifts.

I had two minutes

to put my theory to the test.

It was a painstaking two-mile journey

through a treacherous mountain,

so I should have enough time.

I had to be careful not to

fall in lava.

As I reached the top of the volcano,

I tested the electrons

emerging from the crater

to energize the rose.

I was fuming at my failure.

Time for the savior

to go home

and explore another way

to save the day.

Surly,

look at this.

It's Elvis Presley

and Don Juan Valentino,

the kings of rock and roll.

Look what your dad is holding.

Does this mean that

my old man had the golden rose

at some point?

Sean,

did I ever tell you

that your father

was the last person

to see Elvis Presley alive?

I think I remember that.

You see, the king invited him

to Graceland for a secret meeting

right before he passed away.

And you do know what this means,

don't you?

Time circuits on.

Set the time machine

for August 16th, 1977.

Cheers to that.

Elvis Presley was

the king of rock and roll.

And the king of cool.

My old man,

Don Juan Valentino,

was his protege.

After Presley passed away,

he became the biggest rock star

in the world.

Being fellow legends,

Elvis gave our family

a special suite in his honor.

And for the ladies in my life,

it was the Heartbreak Hotel.

Graceland.

The day the music died.

Supposedly, Elvis gave my old man

a golden rose before his passing.

The mission?

To intercept the rose

and steal its powers

and return to the present.

I only had five minutes to do it.

But I couldn't let my father see me

or I risked creating

a space-time paradox

that would destroy

the fabric of the galaxy.

Holy shnikes.

There he was.

The king.

And my old man,

Don Juan Valentino himself.

Don Juan Valentino.

Heard you been sending girls

to the Heartbreak Hotel.

You've got a real gift.

Don't make the same mistake I made.

By the way,

in case you ever have an heir

to your legacy,

here's something to pass on.

Be careful.

It's powerful, man.

Don't let it get in the wrong hands.

Happy trails, man.

Glory, glory, showstopper.

Glory, glory, showstopper.

Glory, glory, showstopper.

Style marches forward.

My mission was a failure.

But it was a moment

I would never forget.

Wow.

This is a great rack.

Yeah.

Yes.

It's very impressive.

But did you find any clues?

Just this.

While the showstopper

wanders the world without a clue,

here's a hint for the two of you.

To unmask the mystery,

search Sean's history.

To begin,

look no further

than the sins of the father.

Sins of the father.

I mean, I love working for you.

Good.

So you know what we have to do?

Of course I do.

Let's get to work.

I think I have an idea as to the identity of the Fiddler.

Do you know who that is?

He's been mysteriously hanging around the compound lately.

Well, he says he wants to top gun with me.

Only problem with that is, as you know,

you were the only male in that class.

He does seem familiar.

So I went through the showstopper archives,

and through our facial recognition program,

I came to the conclusion that that is none other

than Manny Voices,

your old presidential campaign manager.

The man of a million voices

and the master of disguise.

And only a derelict like that

is capable of assuming such an evil identity.

Ask not what your country could do for you,

but what Sean could do for your country.

Mexico City.

A location rooted in history and mystery.

The perfect place to test the Golden Rose.

It was also the gateway to the Pyramid of the Sun.

Since I had found the original Golden Rose

in the pyramids of Egypt,

my archaeological instincts informed

that the triangular structure of the monuments

could create an energy magnet

to sustain the Rose's magic.

I would have five minutes to execute my experiment.

Sadly, the magic of the Mayan Pyramid was powerless.

I felt I had made an Aztec of myself.

So I made a quick getaway back to modern time.

Welcome back, Sean.

Time is short.

The situation is getting more dire.

The longer this mystery man or woman

has the power of the Golden Rose,

the more our fate is uncertain.

The world has already lost much of its history.

And you,

you're losing the powers of the lifestyle.

But worst of all,

I just received this telegram via email

that reveals my fate.

A future where this has happened to me.

It's good to work.

For some help in finding the power of the Rose,

go to the town where you turn mom upside down.

Ew.

That's so sick.

Turn mom upside down?

I think the key word is help.

Do you mind giving me your heart?

Of course.

Your heart. Your heart.

Oh.

Mom upside down?

Cousin, in India.

You don't have a second to lose.

The WOW Detector

is Bollywood's top fashion reporter.

She is also our top undercover agent in India.

I met her in my 145-room bungalow in Mumbai.

Why did this mysterious riddle lead me to her?

Perhaps she had intel on the Golden Rose.

The Detector gave me a top-secret package

that might help me detect the power source.

The Taj Mahal.

Year 1648.

The Taj Mahal was considered the most beautiful building

in human history.

Breathtaking.

It was built as a monument to love.

So it made sense that it could be the power source

to the Golden Rose.

I had only five minutes to find out.

I disguised myself in a low-key outfit

to blend in with the locals.

Fountain, what are his coordinates?

Well, it looks like he's at the top.

It looks like he's at the entrance of some white marble building?

That's the Taj Mahal.

Oh, it's so romantic.

Stay focused.

Let's just hope that the crystal grains of the marble

will help reactivate the powers of the Golden Rose.

How are things looking?

Perfect.

That white suit matches so well with that white marble building.

It's like a dream.

No, no, no, no, no.

How are things looking with the mission?

It's not working.

I mean, it looks like he's got a minute or so until he...

Until he's lost forever in the space-time continuum.

Sean, you need to get out of there now.

Get out now, Sean.

30 seconds to get back home, or else...

Welcome back, Sean.

I hope you had a safe flight.

Speaking of flying,

what's blonde and beautiful with big white wings?

But if you look up in the sky,

you won't see a thing.

An angel.

Bring back memories, Sean.

Looks like this angel just lost her wings.

You better fly here fast,

or you're gonna lose her forever.

Oh, Sean.

You're still my hero.

Gotta go, Sean.

Somebody needs to save the world.

Go, Sean!

Yay!

Sean, you have another note.

To unlock the power of the Golden Rose soon,

come party with me under the full moon?

Thailand.

Be safe, Sean.

My operation to Thailand would be a passport to paradise.

I had a private villa overlooking the Indian Ocean.

Maybe the magical waters of my multi-level,

multi-million dollar infinity pool could revive the Rose.

Drats.

I was bamboozled again.

The fiddler had more red herrings than a Thai fish market.

Thankfully, my undercover director of operations was there to ease my suffering.

Mr. Valentino, we have an urgent message.

Shostopper security camera has uncovered video of the ship.

We don't know what it means, but don't trust anybody.

By the way, I've been following the fiddler case,

and I found this note on the premises.

It's some sort of riddle.

The closer we are, the more dangerous and far.

What does it mean?

Whoever is responsible for this.

We think it's someone close to you, so keep them at a distance.

Don't trust anyone.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna have to find someone.

We're gonna have to find someone.

We're gonna have to find someone.

What are we gonna do?

If only we had a clue.

What country is full of poor singers?

I don't know.

Singapore.

Singapore.

One of the most captivating cultures of the East,

and home of the world's most stunning swimming pool.

An exclusive 57th floor architectural marvel overlooking the skyline.

I would have to infiltrate it and see if wondrous waters would energize the Golden Rose.

Thankfully, since I was in present day,

I did not have the five minute travel window,

so I had time to survey the entire pool.

As day turned to night,

I realized that the riddle was another red herring

to distract me from the true power source.

But, what?

What a distraction.

Here's a riddle.

We hope you had a supernatural swim,

but the most magical thing are twins?

Our crack team believes he is talking about the twin towers in Kuala Lumpur.

Get to Malaysia at once, sir.

I checked into my top secret suite,

complete with private rooftop infinity pool,

to survey the surroundings.

I spotted the twin towers nearby.

I would need to subtly sneak to the structures.

The radioactive surge from the antennas atop the towers

could combine to create a force field to power the Rose.

I tried to muscle up the energy needed to generate enough force.

Oh shucks.

Foiled again.

My God.

Sean, while you were in Asia,

I brought Asia to me.

Don't.

What are you doing with that toolbox?

No!

Oh my God.

No, no, no.

Not the drill.

No, no, no.

No.

No, please don't.

Please don't do it.

Oh my gosh.

No, no, no.

Please.

Please, please, please.

Please, no, please don't.

Please!

Please, no.

Oh, Sean, Sean.

Please help.

Help me, please.

Sean, you have another note.

The power of the Golden Rose lies

where it's warm and chilly at the same time?

I think I got it.

What?

I need to go to Chile.

Oh my gosh.

I set my sights to Chile, December 31st, 1999.

I had a feeling the time machine

could have a special connection to the turn of the millennium.

I hid a fairy tale-like castle in the woods planning my mission.

I calibrated the fiddler's message, and it took me to an isolated oasis that took my

breath away.

Sean, we haven't heard from him since he...

Do you think he made it?

What worries me is that we haven't heard from the fiddler either.

I'm concerned that this latest riddle may have been a trap.

Oh my gosh.

You're right.

He can be anywhere or anytime.

What has happened?

I'm afraid I'm going to have to go to the hospital.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to go to the hospital.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to go to the hospital.

What has hands but no arms?

A face, a flesh of light from the sky, and the showstopper dies.

What has hands but no arms, and a face with no eyes?

A clock.

You're a genius!

But what does a clock have to do with Sean's survival?

I don't know, but something tells me.

We're running out of time.

Wait, check this out.

There's a clock tower in downtown Santiago.

That must be it.

But Serling, that's not the end of the riddle.

A flash of light from the sky.

Oh no.

I think I got it.

I just checked the weather in Chile and tonight at midnight there's going to be a huge lightning

storm.

So we need to get Sean back before lightning strikes the clock tower.

Or else the fiddler wins.

Holy shnikes!

But how?

We don't know where Sean is or when he is.

I think I have the answer.

Oh my god, what's that?

This?

This is a very sophisticated piece of vintage equipment.

It's a home phone.

Wow!

Tina, Serling.

I'm going to get you back to the clock tower immediately.

I've got your GPS coordinates on the showstopper phone.

Looks like you're about 10 miles out.

5 minutes.

4 minutes.

3 minutes.

2 minutes.

He's only got a minute.

What did a clock tower have to do with time travel?

Oh rats.

The riddle was a trap.

The lightning hitting the clock transported me into the middle of nowhere.

I didn't have a second to lose.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

I was so close.

Oh my gosh Shawn.

Look at this.

The magic of the Rose comes at a cost.

Discover it's power in the City that's lost.

I think I got it!

Atlantis!

The lost city of Atlantis!

Of course!

There's only one proof.

problem. Where do we find it? Sean, I heard our cruise line has just set up a new GPS.

I can call them right away. Sean, it looks like you're ready for your mission to find the lost

city of Atlantis. We have prepared a showstopper yacht for your journey, but before you go,

I must warn you of something. You will be traveling through shark-infested waters.

That's okay, though, because I saw you on Fear Factor. You were like Aquaman in the water.

They call me Aquaman. Do they call you Aquaman? Showstopper Aquaman? So a few man-eating,

killer, great white sharks will be no match for the showstopper. I hate sharks, Sterling.

I hate them. Well, now it's time to face your fear. Good luck, man. You need to know something.

Remember your previous...

head of security? You know, that seven-foot-nine-one guy? He got past security. I think he's following

you. You think we can find him? Well, seven-foot-nine... I boarded the showstopper yacht to

discover the lost city of Atlantis. It was not a bad mode of transportation. A 5,000-room

mansion at sea. The perfect vessel for my search. The island was lost for thousands of years.

But after getting my Ph.D. in oceanography in under two weeks, I was prepared for the expedition.

Brazil's warnings were on point. My exiled head of security, Rico Sneeter, had snuck on board.

He had betrayed me a few hundred times too many. It was time to teach this giant a lesson.

The Great Gatsby was my favorite novel. I had created a garden in his honor,

on my yacht. The chase was on. With his elite escapism skills, Sneeter had snuck past my grasp.

But I saw something far more important on the horizon. Holy schnikes! Giant, man-eating sharks!

I hate sharks. This would be a dangerous assignment. There it was, in the distance.

The lost city of Atlantis.

Upon landing on Atlantis, I realized I had to set the time machine to 360 BC, the last time the island was seen.

It was said Atlantis was inhabited by half-human, half-gods.

A perfect home for the showstopper.

And the power source of the Golden Rose must be in the oasis on the horizon.

Thankfully, I had not yet witnessed any sharks in sight.

There it is. The oasis.

Just as I was afraid of shark-infested waters.

Just the type of trap a maniac like the Fiddler would utilize to trap me.

I bravely entered the terrifying waters.

When I was two years old, my old man told me to never trust a shark.

Because they tell great white lies.

One wrong move, and I was fin-nished.

The view was jaw-dropping.

Holy sharknado!

I had been bitten by a shark.

How much time was left for me to return to the present?

One minute!

To run a mile after being bitten in the leg by a man-eating shark.

Time to fill my need for speed.

Thank you for your service.

It's an honor, Shawn.

We have a bulletin.

Your arch-nemesis has been spotted atop Nakatomi Plaza.

The Fiddler is on the roof.

I repeat, the Fiddler is on the roof.

Oh my God!

Hawaii.

Frank Lloyd Wright was the greatest architect of all time,

and one of my family's oldest friends.

He had constructed this mountaintop mansion for my annual Hawaiian hula parties.

But now,

it would be the height of my life.

It would be the height of my life.

Anyways,

I'm sorry,

I'm sorry.

But I got away with it.

I mean,

I almost deserved it.

I was so happy,

I was so proud of myself.

I was so proud of myself.

I was so proud of myself.

I was such an honor.

I was so proud of myself.

I'm so proud of myself.

I didn't have time to search for something else.

Which ends where it all begins.

Where evolution becomes a revolution.

Somehow the fiddler had managed to infiltrate the top secret communication in the Buddha

statue.

Where what begins?

Evolution?

I painstakingly pondered this perplexing puzzle.

It was time to come home for what would hopefully be one final trip back in time.

Remember, Sean, our plutonium supply is running short.

So any ride could be your last ride.

So make this one count.

So Count Serling invented a time machine.

Be careful, Sean.

It's the power of the fiddler.

He's like a snake.

He could sneak up on you at any moment.

And speaking of snakes, have you seen the Cobra car?

No I haven't.

I guess Mr. Lawrence must have taken it in to get detailed at the show stopper autospot.

Sean, be careful on your mission.

Don't you realize you're going to be swimming with man-eating sharks?

Aren't you scared?

Hey, I survived Fear Factor.

But you finished in last minute.

In last place.

It was one of the most embarrassing moments of the history of television.

Your girlfriend nearly drowned.

It was an absolute disaster.

He left her.

So, I think it's a bad idea.

Ecuador was where it all began.

Charles Darwin formed his theory of evolution at the Galapagos Islands.

With limited supplies of cooltonium to power the dream machine,

I had to explore the region to calculate the perfect time and place.

Darwin's research would be instrumental.

By the way, rumor is that Charles Darwin's theory concluded that the highest form of

human evolution is the show stopper.

Showstopper headquarters had secret agents disguised as animals to assist me on my mission.

As you may know, I received my PhD in animal science in a year.

I was a little bit scared.

I was a little bit scared.

I was a little bit scared.

But it wasn't perfect.

Yeah.

harvest isunder two weeks.

Looking the result to start a course for science in under two weeks.

So I knew I was close to discovering the origins of the golden rose.

The turtle.

That's it.

I should have known.

Time to get back to the dream machine.

I was hard at first to do.

H fortunetly, that would require swimming over one hundred miles.

But it was time to face my biggest fear.

Swimming with sharks.

Now, atves plant.

I could tell you why.

If I manually measure the size of it, I could onlyarium if it had ever a human body.

man-eating shark in atlantis i was ready as you all know my fans call me aquaman so it would be

an epic aquatic adventure i narrowly escaped the jaws of death time to solve the mystery

the year 225 million bc destination thoracic park welcome to thoracic park thoracic park

the park that inspired jurassic park it was a land before time before man even before the

dinosaurs roamed the earth it was awe-inspiring but the most awesome sign of all the golden road

in all its glory at its original source just like the riddle where it all begins how fitting

that at the location where evolution all began that the most magical artifact in the history of

the planet grew here I felt a surge of energy electrifying me it was time to head home to save

the world and for once in a lifetime I was able to see the world from the other side of the earth

one final battle with the fiddler with the power of the golden rose back in my hands I decided to

put the magic to the test on my favorite holiday Valentine's Day rumor is they named the tradition

after me number one on the FBI's most wanted list in your arch enemy we still don't know his

or her identity but now I guess it's time to go you so much my friend we're one hundred percent

happy you were able to stay up late all right let's go you're a good y'all thank you and that's

we round up the usual suspects. Duke Gilbert Lloyd, the family's oldest friend and infamous

super criminal. Miss Scarlett Parris, award-winning actress, former maid of the Valentino estate.

And last but not least, Manny Boises, your presidential campaign manager

and the master of disguise. So what do you think? I'll see you in the future.

Scott! Thankfully, Serling was able to discover the fiddler's coordinates through his hand-crafted

supercomputer. 1985, the height of rock and roll. But it would be the world's greatest

rapper.

That would greet me for this epic concert party. Somewhere at the party was another

unknown 80s artist.

I'll see you back in the future.

I don't get it, man. We unlocked the power of the golden rose. I thought that would lead us to the

fiddler. Well, with the Cobra Kai car, he could be anywhere.

Or any time. I have a feeling, though, that this dastardly devil might have one last riddle of his sleep.

What the? Congratulations. You have the power of the rose. But another riddle I must propose.

Your flower power is no match for the founder of the lifestyle, who soon I will catch. Here's a hint.

My lucky number is 87. Freedom assured my place in heaven. Whatever happens to him now will stay there.

87.

Freedom...heaven?

80 plus 7...

Four score. Four score. Sean, how many score are there in 80?

In football or basketball?

Remember that old family album I showed you before?

I need to show you something. I need to show you something.

I need to show you something.

I need to show you something. I need to show you something.

I need to show you something else. Come on.

Okay, so we looked through this before. Let's flip it back one more page.

Abraham Lincoln is my great-grandfather?

I knew it. Indeed, he is the true founder of the lifestyle.

So what's the plan now, Count? Especially since the fiddler may have turned the Cobra Kai car into a new one.

I think the fiddler plans on going back in time, kidnapping Abraham Lincoln, bringing him back to the future, and then stealing the powers of the lifestyle.

When and where is he going to take him?

Remember the number, Sean. 87. Four score and seven years ago. He's planning on kidnapping

Abraham Lincoln during the greatest moment of his life on the grandest stage of them all. The Gettysburg

Address. And then he's going to bring him back to a place in the very near future

in an attempt to steal the powers of the lifestyle.

But where?

Remember the riddle, Sean. Whatever happens to him now will stay there. Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Are you telling me the fiddler is planning on kidnapping Abraham Lincoln and taking him to Los Angeles?

Are you telling me the fiddler is planning on kidnapping Abraham Lincoln and taking him to Los Angeles?

to Las Vegas? Planning? Yeah. Well, I have a plan of my own and here's what I need you to do.

I need you to take the time machine and go to Vegas 30 years into the future. Why 30?

It's a nice round number. Sean, this is very important. We're running out of the

coltonium supply for the flux capacitor so our time travel days are numbered. So it's imperative

of me. It's imperative that you travel alone. Otherwise, well...

What what? Well, let's just say the future of you and your loved ones depends on our success.

It's just me. I was going undercover. What did you find? Um, how well do you know Serling?

What?

I don't know a single thing about him. He's my best friend.

When I was two years old, your father told me that sometimes your

closest friends can be your darkest enemies. Check this out. It's in on Serling while he was packing.

Where exactly is he going? He said he has some type of top secret mission.

Supposedly.

I'm supposed to meet him today. About 30 years from today.

I'll help us pack. I'm coming with you. You need someone you can trust.

No, no, no, no. It's too dangerous.

I like you because you're dangerous.

Who could I trust? Everyone was suspect. Duke Belbert Lloyd, master of disguise, many voices.

Miss Scarlet Paris.

Stevie Stearns. And even my best friend, Serling.

It all adds up to one sinister riddle.

I was still stunned by the news that Abraham Lincoln was my great grandfather.

Although I should have known given the strong resemblance.

I had no idea what type of plan Serling had, especially given he could still not be ruled

out as a suspect in the identity of the Fiddler. They call Las Vegas Sin City.

A fitting location for a showdown with the Fiddler.

It would also be my final destination on my time travel journey.

But what I was worried about was it was the first for Asia Valentine.

Hands up, Sean. I don't need the power of the golden rose. I have the founder of the lifestyle.

You better let honest Abe go or else.

You better let honest Abe go or else.

Or else what, Sean? Need your little Valentine to fight your battles for you?

Riddle me this, showstopper.

What was once a fantasy and had the galaxy fascinated now lies with Lincoln.

Dead and assassinated.

What's the answer?

Time's up!

The Lice Cell!

Count Serling went back in time to save the real Abraham Lincoln so that he could lure the fiddler here and we could trap him!

Oh, genius!

Fiddle me this. What's a violinist with a bump on his head?

The Fiddler!

No more questions.

So, now that your fiddling days are over, let's find out who you really are.

I'm sorry Sean. We all have skeletons in our past. And you. Your father would be disgusted.

I was supposed to be the showstopper.

Sean stole my density. I mean, my destiny.

Sean, I told you earlier that your past is a dark mystery. Romeo was born into a legend. A legend he couldn't live up to. He didn't have the powers of the lifestyle.

Your father tried to teach him how to rock the world and get the girls. But Romeo always had a dark side.

And you were born into it.

You were born into the light and the lifestyle shined within you like nobody before.

Your brother became jealous. And when he was two years old, he attempted to murder you during your nightly five minutes of sleep.

When your father found out about it, he tried to ground him for two weeks.

That's when Romeo ran away from home with the rose Elvis gave your old man.

Not realizing the only power it had was for music.

Then after he saw on the news that you had found the original golden rose, he decided to resurface, make the switch.

And well, the rest was the mystery left up to us to solve.

Sean, we need to get you back to the present within five minutes or it's going to create a space-time paradox that's going to destroy the entire galaxy.

We have a problem. We have a very big problem.

Remember when I told you we only had a small source of power left to give back?

It only has enough power to take two of us back.

Sean, as you know, you need to be driving and I have to be there to stabilize the power source in order to get us back.

Which means...

It's okay. I'll stay.

You know what this means, don't you? You may disappear forever in the space dust, but the space-time continues.

Then it's my destiny.

I'll see you in the future.

You mean the past.

You have to go now.

I told you from the beginning that time travel has its risks.

And any journey through the ages has its consequences and life lessons.

And perhaps the lesson you've learned, Sean, is that there is room for love in the lifestyle.

No war man, no cry.

No war man, no cry.

Cause I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Trenchtown.

All by observing the hypocrite mingle with the good people with me.

Don't be so down on yourself.

You did great.

You know what they say when things look bleak.

Life's a joke.

And sometimes you're the punchline.

But it's all about who gets the last laugh.

Don't worry.

Our plan to get rid of the Valentino Empire has just begun.

Riddle me this.

What costs nothing but is worth everything?

A friend.

No.

No.

I had saved the world.

And gotten the girl.

Asia Valentine and Count Serling refused to explain how she had made it home.

But I believe some magic is better off unexplained.

The fiddler was sentenced to the showstopper sanitarium.

But I still had to make one last stop to celebrate.

My time travel adventure.

I heard that.

The father of time travel was in town.

Son, welcome back to the future.