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[theme music]

[music continues]

[computer whirring]

[tribal beats]

[birds screeching]

[chainsaw revving]

[creaking]

Thud

[whirring]

[dramatic music]

Hold the jug here, Jonny.

I do not understand why we must hide from the loggers.

Yeah, Ngama. I mean, we're only collecting sap.

I'm afraid that those loggers might think

'we're spiking the trees.'

[sizzling]

Come. We must collect as much sap as possible

before they clear cut this entire area.

'My father's research depends on it.'

(Dr. Quest) 'You've made an extraordinary find, Tigari.'

This tree sap has amazing curative powers.

My tribe has used it for generations.

It is why they can live so long in such adverse surroundings.

Did the kids say where they were going?

They are collecting more sap for me.

In case your ban on the clear cutting doesn't arrive on time.

The Zimbabi tribe cannot live without the life enhancing

sap of these trees.

Don't worry. I made them promise to keep well clear

of the logging area.

Drums?

[drum beats]

It is coming from the Zimbati village.

Those are war drums.

We'd better find Jonny and the others.

[drumbeats continue]

[fire rustling]

[chainsaw whirring]

[drumbeats continue]

Oh!

[speaking in native language]

Ow! A-ah!

Ngama!

[static]

What's going on?

Get those machines started again.

[distant stomping]

[distant stomping]

[stomping]

[exclaiming]

- What is that, Hadji? - I am not sure I want to know.

[somber music]

[creaking]

[creaking]

[whizzing]

[stomping]

[gun cocking]

[intense music]

[gunshots]

Over that way. Come on!

(male #1) 'It was probably just a rogue elephant.'

Get back to work.

[gasping]

[stomping]

[intense music]

[growling]

[screaming]

Man, Hadji. Something's tearing up that logging site.

Yes. We had better get Ngama away from here.

[growling]

[tires screeching]

[growling]

[Jonny screaming]

Thud

[debris rumbling]

You boys alright?

Thanks to you.

- Father. - Ngama!

Hm. I might've known I'd find you connected

to this sabotage, Tigari.

We had nothing to do with any of this.

Uh... save it for Mr. Segala.

Come on, move it. All of you.

So, what have we here?

Yet another snake oil doctor that has managed

to get in the way of my business?

It won't be your business for long.

Once the ban on logging is signed in Duala.

Funny thing about government proclamations like that.

It may be a few days before it reaches the local constabulary.

And I'll have most of this jungle mowed down by then.

What kind of jerk are you?

These trees are worth more to civilization than plywood

or hamburger wrappers.

They maybe the key to a cure for cancer.

Wrong. They hold the key to my pension. Ha-ha-ha.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I've got to get a crew back up there.

- Make sure they don't leave. - My son is ill. He needs help.

Tough. Alright, let's move it.

Get those machines up to the cutting site.

I want seven flat-beds filled before night fall.

[engine revving]

[tribal beats]

[tribal beats continue]

What the devil is all that noise?

- Drums. - Really?

- Oh, what are they saying? - How should I know?

I was born a thousand miles from here.

Come on. Let's get going.

- Father! Help me. - Ngama.

[tribal beats continue]

[tribals mumbling in native language]

He's going into shock.

[static]

[growling]

[tires screeching]

[crashing]

He needs adrenaline. Right now!

It's locked.

Get away from there.

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

[gunshot]

[growling]

[screaming]

[tires screeching]

[growling]

[glass shattering]

Dad, catch.

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

[explosion]

What is wrong with him, Benton?

- I'm not sure. - There's a jeep outside.

We can airlift him out in our chopper.

[jeep approaching]

Uh... dad.

'We've got company.'

The boy cannot leave.

He has been chosen by the gaurdian.

I'm sorry, old man

but I have no time for fairytales.

You, Tigari, have been too long in those city clothes.

But your blood is still of the Zabati tribe. As is his.

I'm sorry. But chosen or not, this kid is sick.

'And we're taking him to Duala.'

He is my son. I cannot let him die.

And what of your people?

[chopper whirring]

[chanting in native language]

Uh-oh. It's happening again.

[chanting continues]

[growling]

Come on. We've almost got enough torque speed.

[growling]

[growling]

Clang

click.

Everybody out! Now!

[growling]

[dramatic music]

What does being chosen mean?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Well, it obviously means something to... them.

[somber music]

There's absolutely nothing physically wrong with him.

It is as if his life is draining out of him.

Well, there may be one way to find the explaination.

If we can hook him into Quest World

'we might be able to figure out what's going on inside him.'

[keys whirring]

Quest World, log on. Going hot.

[dramatic music]

You seeing this, Hadji?

Where's Ngama's quest for a persona?

(Hadji) Well, from the readings I'm picking up, you're inside it.

'Um... there's something else, Jonny.'

'You're not alone there.'

'I'm picking up another energy source.'

[growling]

(Jonny) 'And I don't think it's friendly.'

thump

[growling]

Any idea of what's on the other side of this door, Hadji?

(Hadji) 'It is beyond the Quest World scanners.'

whoosh

[gasping]

(Jonny) Tigari, what was that thing?

It is the guardian of the Zibati tribe.

There is nothing we can do.

It's draining your son of life.

We have to do something.

- You can't give up. - Don't you think I know that?

All my life, I thought the tales were just simply myths.

I should never have come back here.

Ever since the beginning of time, the Zibati tribe

'my tribe has been protected by a spiritual God.'

'He could always be called in times of great need'

'to crush the tribe's enemies.'

'The gaurdian channels its energies through a person.'

But the physical and spiritual strain causes the death

of the chosen one.

'Because of the loggers, it has chosen to enter our world again'

through my son.

We've got to do something, Hadji.

'Ngama won't survive another visit from that guardian thing.'

There may be a way.

Ngama isn't skilled enough to fight the guardian's

psychic energies, but..

- You might be. - Exactly.

At the right time, I could channel the guardian's

energy from Ngama to myself.

Then we can destroy it.

[dramatic music]

So... it begins.

[brum beats]

[chanting in native language]

[groaning]

- You're ready, Hadji? - Ready as I'll ever be.

[groaning]

[grunting]

Ah!

[dramatic music]

Quest World, log on.

Subjects, Jonny Quest and Hadji Singh.

Going hot.

[music continues]

(Hadji) 'Jonny, help me.'

'Stop that door from opeing.'

[grunting]

[rumbling]

[growling]

Activate laser gatling gun.

Quest world weapons aren't working, Hadji.

(Hadji) 'Because this is not a game, Jonny.'

'We are no longer in Quest World.'

'We are inside my head.'

It's walking right by us.

(Hadji) 'Yes. I believe it must have bigger fish to fry.'

'So to speak.'

[guns cocking]

[distant stomping]

Get ready, men.

[stomping intensifies]

Light it.

Whosh

[dramatic music]

Open fire!

[gunshots]

Fall back. Fall back!

(Hadji) 'Jonny, look.'

'If that light is the source of the guardian's power'

'in the real world, and if we can shut it off..'

'...goodbye, Mr. Guardian.'

[growling]

[grunting]

[zapping]

[growling]

[roaring]

[grunting]

[clanging]

[explosion]

Come on!

[growling]

[rumbling]

[growling]

[roaring]

Thud

[roaring]

[roaring continues]

[door rumbling]

[growling]

(Hadji) 'Hah. Thank you, Jonny.'

'Nice shot, by the way.'

[crowd chattering]

Well, with this ban on clear cutting

I doubt that the loggers will return.

Thank you.

Ha-ha. Heck, the way Mr. Segala and his men ran out of here

I bet nobody'd ever try and log this area again.

Thank you. I owe you both my life.

A life is never owed when saved out of friendship.

- I do feel bad about one thing. - What is that?

Well, that ban not only put all those loggers out of work

but... how easy can it be for the gaurdian to find a new job?

[crowd laughing]

[theme music]

[music continues]