Original subtitles

Rex: we're facing heavy

Resistance here!

There are too many of them!

[ imitates gunfire ]

Six: keep this channel clear.

Rex: six, do you really

Expect us to get to back to

Providence by 1800 hours in this

Slowpoke convoy?

Just jet the cargo, will you?

We'd be there by now.

Six: except we're

Transporting unstable nanites,

Which have to be kept at or

Below sea level.

Even one wrong bump, and the

Whole thing could go off.

Rex: and if it blows, you're

On a battle transport.

Meanwhile, we're stuck in this

Delivery truck, carrying

Whatever.

What are we carrying, anyway?

Bobo: toilet paper.

Six: one, everyone in this

Mission has a part to play.

Rex: seriously?!

Toilet paper?!

Six: and, two, we're under

Strict radio silence.

Six out.

Rex: radio silence, convoy

Security protocols, scheduled

Bathroom breaks, and they won't

Even let me drive.

So many rules all for what--

Some nanites?

Noah: unstable nanites-- the

Most dangerous nanites on earth.

Rex: well, at least there's

Not an anti-tunes order!

[ radio squeals ]

Noah: that radio's ancient.

You'll be lucky if you can get

It to play static.

Rex: oh, I think I can manage

To crank some bass out of it.

[ electronic warbling ]

[ up-tempo rock music playing ]

Noah: not bad!

Rex: what?!

Noah: I said, "Not bad!"

Bobo: [ gasps ]

[ all coughing ]

[ tires screeching ]

Noah: bobo, slow down!

We can't see anything!

Bobo: [ sputters ]

I got one good eye that's closed

Half the time, and now you're

Worried?!

[ tires screech ]

[ all coughing ]

Noah: and we lost the convoy.

Bobo: relax, blondie.

We'll catch up.

That's why they invented

Speeding.

[ tires screech ]

* so make way to start the

Revolution ♪

♪ make way

♪ we're gonna have fun tonight

♪ make way to start the

Revolution ♪

* so make way to start the

Revolution ♪

♪ make way to start the

Revolution ♪

♪ so make way

Gatlocke: [ british accent ]

Good-- they're right on time.

What do you think of the

Spyglass?

Am I taking this pirate thing

Too far?

I haven't become a cliché, have

I?

No, gatlocke.

It fits you.

Gatlocke: oh, good!

Because if you'd said, "Yes," I

Would have thrown you off the

Cliff.

[ chuckles evilly ]

No, seriously, I would have.

Ladies and gentlemen, the convoy

Is directly beneath us.

Wait. Do we have any ladies in

My gang?

No ladies?

We need to get with the times.

Let's see about getting some

Ladies in the gang.

Gentlemen, grab your weapons,

Charge up the scramblers, and

Attack.

[ all shout ]

They're jamming all

Channels.

We're cut off, sir.

[ tires screech ]

Gatlocke: ready the

Ion-cannon thingumabobs!

[ ion cannon whirs ]

[ tires screech ]

Six: fall back!

Cover the cargo carriers!

Rex: you know what this

Means, don't you?

Noah: we're lost?

Rex: no.

It means no one is around to

Tell me I can't drive.

Hand over the wheel, bobo.

Bobo: you can't drive!

Noah: radio's broken, so we

Can't even call for help.

Rex: we don't need help.

We're not lost.

Men don't get lost.

We go exploring.

And why should you care if I

Drive?

Unless you made some kind of

Deal with six.

Bobo: you'll have to ask my

Bank account.

Six: defend the cargo!

Don't let them get to the

Trailers!

Gatlocke: [ humming ]

[ gunfire in distance ]

[ whirring ]

[ humming continues ]

[ grunts ]

[ man shouts ]

As of this moment, the unstable

Nanites have officially been

Jacked.

[ tires screech ]

[ laughs evilly ]

Give me a reason.

Give me one good reason.

[ laughs evilly ]

I'm only kidding.

Like I need a reason.

Six: we'll regroup outside

The canyon!

Get us out of here now!

Sir, they got the cargo.

Six: I'm aware of the

Situation.

Rex wasn't with the convoy when

We were attacked.

Fix the radio and find him.

Of all the days to disobey

Orders.

Rex: pit stop successful!

[ cans rattle ]

Bobo: [ grunts ]

Noah: [ grunts ]

[ blows ]

This soda is expired.

Rex: I know!

They were practically giving it

Away!

Bobo: [ spits ]

Agh! This tastes like feet--

And not the clean kind!

Rex: fine-- more for me,

Then!

Noah: by now, they must've

Noticed that you're gone.

Rex: no one's going to miss a

Delivery truck.

[ tires squeal ]

Hurry up!

Noah: go faster!

[ tires screech ]

Rex: ladies, how's it going

Today?

Yeah, we roll in a big truck.

Other guys may flake on you, but

Me and noah-- we deliver.

[ both laugh ]

[ tires screech ]

[ all shout ]

I think we actually had a chance

Back there.

Gatlocke: gentlemen,

Congratulations on a job well

Done.

Your commitment to...

Oh, forget it. Open the truck!

[ metal creaking ]

Communications are still

Down, sir.

We can send a cycle for help.

Six: no.

I want everything available

Searching the area.

For the attackers?

Six: for rex.

[ metal creaks ]

He's not transporting what he

Thinks he is.

Given the circumstances, he

Should probably know.

Let's just hope he didn't get

Himself lost.

[ sloop! ]

Bobo: okay...

I think we might be lost.

Rex: whoa, whoa.

Noah gets the wheel?

What about me?

Bobo: think about it, soda

Jerk.

My mouth still tastes like

Week-old socks.

Plus, goldilocks has a license,

And you don't.

But mostly the soda thing.

Noah: I think I know where we

Are.

Rex: don't sweat it.

Who's gonna miss a truck full of

Toilet paper?

Bobo: hey, I've been there--

Ain't pretty.

Gatlocke: feel that?

It's quilted.

This is the good kind.

But I won't be able to really

Enjoy it until I have those

Nanites!

Gatlocke, I found something.

Gatlocke: something is good.

Our scout took this image

When the convoy left the proving

Grounds.

Gatlocke: I like how he

Framed this shot.

See the rock formations in the

Foreground here?

But this is from the canyon.

Where'd the white delivery truck

Go?

Gatlocke: why are you asking

Me?

I don't know where it went.

Fan out! Dig around the desert!

Find me that truck!

And an iced tea!

Rex: noah, you've got to

Listen to me.

Let...Me...Drive...The truck!

Noah: I don't know.

Bobo: the answer is still no!

Noah: all right, we're back!

This is the right road.

Rex: how can you tell?

All the roads look the same out

Here.

Noah: [ gasps ]

[ tires screech ]

[ tires screech ]

Gatlocke, you're not gonna

Believe what I found.

Noah: this canyon-- it'd be

The perfect place to spring an

Ambush.

Rex: the nanite transport is

Gone.

Six, can you hear me?

[ static ]

Six?

Providence, come in.

[ static ]

Go ahead.

Rex: connect me to white.

Now would be good.

Noah: we're sitting ducks

Here.

Bobo: quack, quack.

[ tires screeching ]

[ tires screech ]

Um, I'll call you back.

[ all grunting and murmuring ]

Gatlocke: allow me to

Introduce myself.

I'm gatlocke-- anarchist,

Struggling businessman,

Scoundrel.

Okay, that's a lie.

I'm not struggling.

But let me ask you, do you like

Rules?

Rex: can't say I do.

Gatlocke: me neither.

I hate them.

It's why me and my men live by

The anarchist's code.

For us, there are no rules.

Except no cursing.

[ whirring ]

Gatlocke: true.

We're anarchists, not animals.

You know what I'm talking about.

I feel like we have a

Connection.

We're practically friends.

So, if you could do me a favor,

It would help me out a lot.

Rex: what kind of favor?

Gatlocke: I need you to hand

Over the truck.

I mean, I really need you to

Hand it over-- now.

Rex: this truck?

It's not all that great.

The radio doesn't work.

It handles like a box on wheels.

At least, I imagine it does,

'cause someone won't let me

Drive.

Gatlocke: please don't play

Dumb with me.

Rex: dumb?

Oh, see, dumb is pulling a blade

On me!

Gatlocke: ooh, I like this

Kid.

[ snaps fingers ]

Rex: [ growls ]

Get back to the truck!

Gatlocke: I have a bad case

Of evo envy.

[ engine turns over ]

Rex: [ groans ]

Noah: you're risking our

Lives to save a stupid truck?

Rex: it's the principle.

[ all scream ]

[ tires screech ]

[ bones cracking ]

[ engine revs ]

[ tires screech ]

Whoa!

They really want that toilet

Paper.

Bobo: they didn't exactly

Look like poster boys for good

Hygiene.

Noah: are you sure that's

Even what we're carrying?

I mean, did anyone actually

Bother to check?

Bobo: don't bother me with

The details.

Noah: that's definitely not

T.P.

[ beeping ]

Rex: we were carrying

Unstable nanites the whole time.

Bobo: we should be fine as

Long as none of the warning

Lights are on.

Noah: you mean all the red,

Blinky ones?

[ beeping ]

Bobo: aw, boy.

Rex: giving us the nanites?

What was six thinking?

Bobo: he was thinkin' that if

The convoy was to get attacked,

Where better to have the cargo

Than with you?

Rex: could've at least told

Us we were carrying something

That could blow up.

Noah: whoa!

[ beeping ]

Rex: glad I'm not driving.

Six: we have 10 more minutes

Till providence starts missing

Us.

When we don't check in, they'll

Send jets, and coming in blind,

There's a good chance they'll

Get shot down like ours did.

We're working as fast as we

Can, sir.

Whatever they used completely

Fried the relays.

Six: then we'll need another

Option.

Well, there is one

Possibility, but it's a little

Old-fashioned.

Rex: let me take the nanites

And zoom out of here.

Noah: didn't you hear six?

They can't go above sea level.

One wrong bump will make them go

Off.

Bobo: kid's right.

They're safer in the isolator

Back there.

Rex: all right, fine.

Then we'll just deal with the

Road hogs ourselves.

Noah: so...Any idea on that?

Bobo: I vote "Try not to

Die."

Gatlocke: [ laughs evilly ]

[ metal screeching ]

Rex: look on the bright

Side-- the unstable nanites

Didn't go off.

Gatlocke: that's what I

Love-- an optimist.

I love this kid.

Rex: you're insane.

Do you realize that?

Gatlocke: me? Gatlocke?

Insane?

Frankly, I don't see it.

Just let me have them.

I'll split the money with you

Down the middle, 50/40.

Rex: wow, after all that,

You're nothing but a common

Thief.

Gatlocke: "Common"?

"Common"?

Tear open the truck.

[ door creaking ]

It's no here.

Ugh!

[ tires screech ]

Noah: that was some escape

Plan.

Rex: it was one of my plans.

I have a couple different angles

I'm working.

Noah: what's your "Angle"

Now?

Rex: I've got the unstable

Nanites right here!

Bobo: ah, this is an

Improvement.

Rex: back off, or I'll send

Us all to kingdom come!

Gatlocke: you wouldn't dare.

Rex: or would I?

You say we're a lot alike.

Gatlocke: you would.

Rex: unh!

[ all scream ]

Aw.

Quit while you're behind,

Gatlocke.

Gatlocke: [ growls ]

Gatlocke: [ growls ]

[ engine revving ]

Rex: we're clear.

Now, aren't you glad about the

Soda?

[ tires screech ]

Bobo, take the nanites.

I'll keep them off your tail.

[ rock music plays ]

* I think I must be crazy

To feel this way ♪

♪ I'm so lazy, I sleep all day

♪ I'm too stupid to understand

♪ why did it happen?

♪ I wear it like a brand

♪ I'm straight outta luck

Gatlocke: you should've taken

The deal.

Rex: you couldn't afford me.

* deal with it every day

♪ guess what-- it happened

All over again ♪

Gatlocke: you know what your

Problem is?

You're a terrible businessman.

[ growls ]

* the weight of my situation

Leads towards "No" ♪

♪ I'm straight outta luck

♪ why can't this all go away?

[ tires screech ]

* deal with it every day

Gatlocke: ooh, I like that.

[ grunts ]

Hey!

Dude.

[ tires screech ]

Noah: I'll radio.

Hello?

Can anyone hear me?

We need a little help here!

Anyone?

Bobo: gimme that!

Breaker 1-9, good neighbor.

This is bobo haha, droppin' the

Hammer in a superskate.

We got bumper stickers on our

Donkey.

Repeat-- bumper stickers on our

Donkey.

Come on back.

Noah: oh, like that helps.

Is that even english?

* straight outta luck

♪ straight outta luck

♪ I'm straight outta luck

Rex: [ grunting ]

Gatlocke: don't suppose I

Could convince you to join me.

You could live the life--

No one telling you what to do.

Rex: can you just shut up for

Longer than a second?

Gatlocke: how long was that?

[ laughs ]

You can pretend to be better,

But in the end, you're just like

Me.

Rex: ugh!

There's one big difference

Between you and me!

Gatlocke: and that is?

Rex: you can't fly.

* I'm straight outta luck

Hmm?

Aah!

* straight outta luck

♪ deal with it every day

♪ straight outta luck

♪ I'm straight outta luck

Noah: [ gasps ]

Six: we intercepted your

Transmission on the citizens'

Band.

Bobo: see, I told ya.

Six: where are the nanites?

Noah: we thought for sure it

Was gonna go off.

Six: it went off.

Rex: but you said one wrong

Bump and it would blow up.

Six: I said one wrong bump

And it would "Go off," as in

"Deactivate."

They call them "Unstable" for a

Reason.

If it was going to blow up, I

Would've said so.

At least you kept it from

Falling into the wrong hands.

Gatlocke: "The wrong hands,"

He says.

I'm in a terrible rush.

[ electricity crackles ]

The nanites, pretty please.

Rex: all yours.

They're worthless.

Gatlocke: [ growls ]

Let's call it a tie.

We can finish our conversation

Later.

Six: white knight will want

You back at headquarters for

Debriefing.

Rex: aren't you going to give

Us a lift?

Six: drive yourself.

[ tires screeching ]

Noah: I hate it when six

Tries to be funny.

Bobo: the monkey should be

Driving.

Rex: you know, now that I'm

Doing the driving, this truck

Ain't so bad.

[ tires screech ]

Noah: which way?

Bobo: they went that way,

Back to headquarters.

[ tires screech ]

Noah: you're gonna get us

Lost.

Rex: men don't get lost.

We go...Exploring.