The Illusionauts (2012) - full transcript

Unlikely events shake France. All the heroes from the books of famous novelist Jules Verne were brought to life and, without knowing it, began to cause chaos and destruction. But when the new French president and the minister of culture conceive to re-release a novel by the great writer, they accidently corrupt everything within, using a device called 'The Imaginasium'. Only a team of 4 talented children can save France now, as they're sent into the stories in order to return all of them back on track and put the heroes of Jules Verne's novels back to the pages from whence they came.

If you had told me it was possible
to enter someone else's imagination,

I would've said you were crazy.

But it's true. It happened.
And I was there.

My name is Pascal.

And this is a story about stories...

All four targets located.

Approaching first extraction.


Lock on target. Mission is a full go.

This is not a drill!

Understood, Sir!

You'll move on my mark!

Roger that. Good to go!

- Are you ready?
- Yes, sir.

We're going in.

This book is really boring.

You can't run from us!

We got you now and
your Mommy can't save you!

Thought you could escape us, huh?

No, please! Stop!

Say "good night", boys!

I'm so hungry, but there's nothing to eat.

If I remember correctly,
which I always do, this should do it.

Yeah, that's it. And, enter, enter...

Profiterole! You stealing my food again?

You think I wouldn't hear you
and that mangy dog of yours?

We haven't eaten all day, Uncle Cognac.

Then you should've made it home
in time for dinner.

I know, but I have a job after school, remember?

Well, cry me a river why don't cha?

Dinnertime's over! And it was
mighty good if I do say so myself!

Beside that, Profiterole, eating late...

...just makes your farts even smellier
than they usually are. Go to bed.

Please, you know I can't help it.
I have a stomach problem.

Ready. Fight!

Round House!

Target spotted.

Listen to me, Profiterole.

If you can't get here in time for dinner,
don't blame me.

Go and get yourself another job.
Now it's time for bed!

But Uncle Joe, it's the only job I could find
that doesn't start until after class!

- Have they paid you yet?
- Yes, Sir.

Hand it over, everything!

Double round house!

Excellent! Good move!

Now, go on and get yourself into bed.

Before your parents died,

they made me promise to
take care of your education.

Ya can't study without sleep!

Mom and Dad, I know you're
watching over me right now,

so can you please help me get outta here?

Sorry, Houston. I guess my stomach
is worse when I don't eat!

Houston! Are you okay?
Did you hurt yourself?

Crescent kick! Perfect!

Miss, you're coming with us...

I gotcha! Not the flying kick!


Keep quiet, and you, what is that smell?

- We're Special Forces!
- We're here to take you on a mission.

Call off the mission.

I told you to stand down.

You're coming with us, son.

Thank you, Mommy and Daddy!

Wow! Cool! A UH 70 Black Navajo!

Tell me who you are! Whatta you want?

Special Forces. Top secret mission.

Direct orders from the President.

Da Vinci, Da Vinci, Da Vinci!

It's a conspiracy!

All I see or hear anymore
is the name of that Italian!

Minister Chateau, fix this problem, soon!

Hi, Lovey. How's my snuggly,
wuggley pookey bear?.

I wuv you. Yes...

As I was saying earlier, we have a plan!


And here is our solution, Jean Visogneaux!

Okay, you've completely lost your mind.

Visogneaux is the worst
science fiction writer in the world.

You can't go up against
Da Vinci with that loser!

Secretary Albino is absolutely right.

Alright, I have one word for you guys.

Focus. Group.

I'm pretty sure that's two words.

Whatever, semantics!

Point is, the brilliant minds of
our republic have made a discovery,

we can re-edit the books of Visogneaux,

modernize them, change them
and give him a whole new image!

I hope you're not thinking of rewriting his books.

No, of course not.
Visogneaux will do it himself!

Hear me out.

A classified archive has been
discovered within our government,

and in it are the plans for a secret machine...

...that allows you to get inside
the imagination of various geniuses.

It's incredible!

No, it's impossible.

Well, our scientists in
the Agency of Impossible Affairs...

...didn't seem to think so,

as a matter of fact they've constructed
this machine and they've made it work!

You've really gone over the edge.

Think so? Allow me to
present you The lllusionarium!

You can't be serious!

Well, Mr. President and Secretary Albino...

I could not be more serious. Nope.

I present you the imagination
of William Shakespeare.

Indeed! Our brilliant scientists
have gone into Shakespeare's works...

...and altered, slightly, a couple
of his creations, so very subtly,

so that even the most die-hard fans
of Shakespeare will not complain.

No, no, no, I guarantee you that!

Please, have a look!

"TV or not TV, that is the question."

Chateau, this is amazing!

Thanks. So, today every single edition of"Hamlet"... every single part of the world
now has that line changed.

"To be or not to be" is history!

It really says that in all the
Hamlet books in the world?

Yes, that's what I'm telling you!

Of course, we have 48 hours to reverse it.

I mean we're not completely off!

What we are proposing is to modify
the books of Jean Visogneaux,

so that they will finally become popular.

Making him a national hero!

And then we'll be finished with
this ridiculous domination of Da Vinci!

We'll create a page on the Web!

A Twitter account, a social network,
so everyone can comment!

You know, we'll have a television show...

...that's more popular
than "The World's Biggest Idol!"

This machine could dominate worldwide culture.

If you manage to accomplish this goal,

Chateau, you'll win the Legion of Honour.

And if you fail, then it's
straight to the guillotine.

Another brilliant French invention!

Master, Da Vinci and our secret brotherhood... seriously close to some critical danger.

Is that so? I understand...

Yes, I see. Understood.
Consider it done.

Go away. Bad moth.

When we got married, you promised me
I would be the new Queen.

I meant it as a term of endearment.

Darling, I never said that
we would live at Versailles.

All the queens lived at Versailles!

But, it didn't go so well for the last queen.

You know, this has really stressed me out.

How will you make it up to me?

I have an idea. We have plans
to glorify Jean Visogneaux!

I'm listening.

- It's going to be big, Carol!
- Really?

I was even thinking of putting on
a concert to promote it.


Yes, a lot!

A film contract?

Most likely, yes.

- Paparazzi, magazine covers?
- Absolutely guaranteed!

It will be a media extravaganza and
you will be considered the Queen of France,

like you've always deserved to be.

- So where will it be held?
- In the museum!

Okay, sounds good. Hey!

We can finally remove that horrible glass
pyramid that was put in front of it.

That could be a possibility,
we would have to consult...

You are magnificent, my darling husband
and that is why I adore you.

And, with a little luck, I will be on
the cover of all the magazines next week!

More champagne.

What happened to you?

Let's see if Chateau's plan works
now that I've mixed up all Visogneaux's stories.

Oh no! Lions! Hurry up!

We've got to hurry!

- Master Ferrero! Master Ferrero!
- Not now, Jose.

But, Master! I have something
important to tell you!

What do you want, Jose?

Forgive me for bothering you, Sir...

but, you seem to be missing an arm and a leg!

Ferrero, you're disappearing, look!

Impossible, and also very inconvenient right now.

Where did he go?

I just knew entering this race
would be a terrible idea.

Traveling around the world in a hot air balloon?

I'd really like to know in whose
imagination this stupidity was born?

Hold on, Jose!
We're in for the ride of our lives!

Does anyone see anything?

Not yet.

Anyone else?


What's up with the fish?

They're afraid of something!

I feel a strange presence.

It's coming!

Stay back! I'm going in!

No! Don't attack it! Stop!

Come back!

Here I come! You can
kiss your suckers goodbye!

Divers! Prepare to attack!

On my count! 3, 2, 1! Throw!

It did nothing!

Gentlemen, good news.

After much research we have finally
come to the unmistakable conclusion...

...that we Americans now have the ability,
for the first time,

to assemble a kind of giant bullet
which will carry a crew of humans...

...inside of it and will actually be able
to make the journey around the sun...

Who are you?

Forgive my interruption,
gentlemen, I'm so very sorry.

I am the Emperor Afejad,
King of the underwater city "Esplendora."

Are you a member of our Gun Club?

Have you paid your fee?

No, I'm afraid I'm not a member.

This is an outrage!

You cannot be here, this meeting
is exclusively for members only!

Not only that, we're in the process
of changing history...

...and you dare to interrupt?
You should be ashamed!

Again, my apologies, I meant
no disrespect to any of you.

But, by any chance,
did you see a giant octopus?

Pick up the pace, Normalverbraucher.

The Flying Train has arrived and
you're going to make us miss it!

But Sir, don't you think this trip
could be dangerous?

Great endeavors are for the brave.

I've got this completely covered,
don't you worry about that.

Normalverbraucher? Normalverbraucher!

Where are you? Where did you go?

We're not going to make the train,
Normalverbraucher! Normalverbraucher!

- Normalverbraucher!
- Normalverbraucher!

Normalverbraucher! Normalverbraucher!

What a tragedy!
Normalverbraucher! Normalverbraucher!



Minister Chateau! Monsieur Minister!
This is a calamity! An absolute calamity!

Pascal, what could it possibly be this time?

What happened to Normalverbraucher?

What a disaster.
What're we going to do now?

Je ne sais pas! (I don't know.)

Well, looks like we'll have to
go see the Professor.

- Oh, no, no, no, no!
- Oui! Oui! (Yes!)

- Oh, no!
- Oh, Oui!

- Please, no!
- Oui!

But, Minister Chateau, please,
with all due respect,

je ne se pas (I don't know)
if it is a good idea...

...for us to go and ask
the Professor for his help!

Pascal, there's no one that knows more
about science fiction than he does.

Oui! But, the Professor is also
totally crazy! Completement fou!

Oh, please, who isn't crazy these days?

Last time I saw him, he got angry
and tried to transform me into a fly!

It was an absolute nightmare!

You made him angry?

He's already a mad scientist,
don't make him madder!

Anyway, he doesn't understand...

...the difference between science and
science fiction, he's completely nuts!

Yes, that's true. I guess you could say
he's a little unbalanced,

but he is a genius and probably
the only one who can save us.

Did I tell you about the time
he attacked me with a flyswatter?

Well, at least he didn't spray you with insecticide.

The IIIusionarium exists! I knew it!

Visogneaux left an open portal to his imagination,

but the technology of his time
didn't make it possible.

Now, they have designed that part but,

something has gone terribly wrong,
a real disaster,

the stories have all gotten
mixed up, turned around!

We now have 48 hours to resolve this!

So, what's your suggestion, Professor?.

Do you really think it's possible for us... put the stories back
into their original state?

I might have a solution, but first,

I need Pascal's help on an experiment
I've been working on.

I knew this was going to happen
and you can forget it! No.

I don't understand.

If I apply electricity to the body
then the light bulb should go on.

Yeah, that is unusual,
maybe there's not enough current?

In regards to your problem, Chateau,
something sparked an idea!

Could it be the smell of
my burning flesh that sparked it?

J'ai mal a la tete. (I'm having a headache.)

Please, Pascal! Do not interrupt the Professor.

This may sound kinda risky,
and it's only an idea,

but I really can't see another solution
to such a complex situation.

As you know, everyone thinks
Visogneaux was a huge failure.

Well, wasn't he?

No, no, no! Visogneaux was
actually ahead of his time!

And, his most important invention of all,

just happens to be something that manages to... every computer in the entire world to work!

Jean Visogneaux invented the microprocessor!
Is that what you're saying?


Was it the binary code?

No. I can't feel my legs...

The internet!


What then?

Shutting down, and starting up again!

See? Jean Visogneaux invented the Reset button!

Shut down, and start up.
Shut down, and start up.

Oh, yeah, I see!
And how exactly does that help us?

It's simple! All novels are systems,
and each Visogneaux novel...

...has a Restart button imbedded
inside of it, so there ya go!

So what you're saying is I just need
to go in and find the Reset button!

Exactly! But, you'll need to form
a team of specialists that are very...

I don't know... let's see, special?

Is everyone ready to go?

Oh, no, no, no. Not yet,
we're still missing the little girl.

Here she is now! Welcome!

Welcome my dear children,
welcome to "Project Visogneaux!"

You have each been specially chosen
to be a part of history!

We have brought you all here for
a very special and ultra secret mission.

Please excuse the little outburst
of our subordinate!

That is my assistant Pascal.

Now, as I'm sure we all know,

one of the greatest failures of
French Literature of the 19th century...

...was a man named, Jean Visogneaux.

And, in regards to that, we have
been confronted with a big problem,

all of Visogneaux's stories
have gotten somewhat mixed up.

So, how do you expect us to help?

Well, I'm glad you asked!

Believe it or not, we have an amazing invention!

A machine like nothing you've ever seen before!

It has the technology to insert you kids...

...right into the imagination of this great man!

The Illusionarium!

The goal is for you to go out
and unravel the stories,

so we can return them to their original state.

So how come you picked us?

Well, first of all, because
you are all twelve years old,

and that is the age at which
Jean Visogneaux's imagination...

...was the most impressionable and receptive.

Right! Which should make it all much easier...

...when it comes to teleporting
all of you into his imagination.

So, do you understand?

- Yeah!
- Yes!

The other reason you all were chosen is that...

...each one of you represents
a side of Visogneaux's personality.

That way when we teleport you,

we don't have to worry about
any of you being rejected.

Aristotle, you represent his genius
and the love that he had of technology.

Petit Pan, you represent Visogneaux's
literary and cultural passion.

Nicole, you represent love.

You just happen to be a direct descendent...

...of Jean Visogneaux's cousin, Nicole Tomasina.

And, Visogneaux was madly in love with her,
could it be more romantic?

Could it be more gross?

How could someone be in love with their cousin?

That was very common back then.

She must have been very beautiful, like you!

I think it's romantic too!

Imagine yourself crossing the entire ocean
only for love.

Being on the ship and feeling the wind...

...touching your hair and your skin,
making you sigh.

And to think that love has swept.

Excuse me! What part of
Visogneaux do I represent, huh?

My assistant, Pascal will explain that to you.

Oui! I mean, no! No, no, moi?

Oui, oui, my friend.

No, no, no, no.

Oui, oui, oui!

No, no, no, it's your place.
I wouldn't know the right way to say it!

Look. Visogneaux had serious gas problems.
So, you represent that.


Oh, very serious.

Listen up, children.

The stories to which
we will be teleporting you,

take place in the 19th century and
the beginning of the 20th century.

We have designed these very special suits
that with just one touch of a button...

...will become the perfect disguise you will need... pass through whatever part of the world...

...and whatever occasion you may come up
against, while raising no suspicion.

Watch this.

Wow! Awesome! Cool!

Oh, do you think this outfit makes me look fat?

No! It looks really good on you!

Excuse moi! (Excuse me.)
I guess pink is not really my color.

Now, let's have you practice
with your own suits... you can start training to
adapt to your new environments.

Now don't take this the wrong way,

but don't you think maybe
that's a little bit too much?

You think I have too many clothes on?

No, no, no! I think you look beautiful
dressed like that, I was referring to...

Yes, of course. You're probably right.

I am a little overdressed.

I'll have to show them more skin!

If that bikini gets any smaller,

I'm not sure if my approval ratings
are going to go up or down.

Awesome! Yay! Yes!

Welcome, lllusionauts!
I present you The Illusionarium!

What do you think?

It's really beautiful.


So it is true, The lllusionarium exists!
I thought it was just a legend.

Well, actually it was just a legend...

...until we managed to construct it
and get it up and running.

And, let's not forget how important
you kids are in all of this,

you should be extremely proud
to be our very first IIIusionauts!

I can't believe it's really happening!

This is awesome!

We're actually going into
the imagination of Jean Visogneaux!

It won't be dangerous, right?

It's an extremely safe machine that has passed...

...almost all of the most strictest security tests,

there's nothing to worry about.

And now, this is the time where I'm
going to need to get your signatures,

sign here, here and here.


Oops, nothing to worry about,

just a simple controlled test
of our system of fuses.

Testing the extinguisher now.

Testing, testing, good.

So, everything seems to be in order.

Which book are we going to first?

You won't believe it, we're sending you
to "Journey Around The Sun."

Oh yeah! I've always wanted to fly in a rocket ship.

The problem is, the characters never reach the sun...

...because the space ship melts.

So, what happens? Do they die?

I really don't know.

I never finished the book,
it was just way too boring.

Let's not think about that.

Now, after you kids have been
transported over there,

you'll hear our voices and
we'll be able to see you on our screen.

Which part of the story will we be in?

Yes, that's a very good question,
Nicole, but a small detail.

We actually have no control
over which part of the story...’ll end up landing in,
but, that's alright!

I hope we land in a safe spot, right, Houston?

No need to worry at all.

Thanks to a little mechanism
we've installed in the GPS system,

we'll be ready to guide you
to that Restart button, rapidement!

Okay, then launch us already!

Everything is good to go!

Sept, six, cinq, quatre, trois, deux, un.
(Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.)

- It didn't go!
- Something's happened?

Oh, okay, I know! Of course!

This button over here.
This switch...

Hey! What's going on?

Relax, everything is going along just as planned!

Even now?

I don't think I like this at all.

This is weird.

Now I know I definitively don't like this!

Stay calm everybody, I think this is
something that is supposed to happen.

Don't worry about a thing,
we're right on schedule.

I'm not worried about a thing
so you shouldn't worry either,

just relax, and breathe, breathe, breathe.

Pascal, something's gone wrong.

We need to suspend this experiment, now!

Help, get me out of here!

It's going out of control!

Get us out, please help us!

I hear you Profiterole, and I am going to help you!

Watch it, you midget frog,
get your hand off me!

Oh, I'm sorry, Nicole!

It's really dark and I'm trying
to figure out where we are.

Looks like we're inside of the projectile.

In the story it gets shot out by a cannon.

So we're gonna get shot out?

According to the book, this projectile's
sitting on 900 pounds of gun powder.

Those guys are all from different stories!

Hurry! Let's close the porthole
so they can't get in.

Who are these intruders?

- Better get away, it's about to take off.
- I have no idea.

They look like they're from another planet.


Okay, so where is this famous Restart button?

I'm testing, I'm testing.
Un, deux, trois.

Hello! Pascal Airlines announces the departure
of his Inter-orbitary flight to the sun!

Stop joking around, Pascal,
we have a mission to complete!

Sorry, I got a little carried away there for a minute.

The Restart button is located in the, you know,

somewhere over there, next to the thing.

What does that mean?

That means the Restart button is
on the outside, outside of the rocket.

Why didn't you tell us that
when we were back on earth, Pascal?

Excuse moi, I guess I forgot,
I was so excited...

...that The lllusionarium actually worked,
I really didn't think it would!

I thought The lllusionarium was
a safe and completely tested machine!

We said it was safe,
we never said it was completely tested.

Temperature outside is negative two ninety two.

Whoever can endure the cold best should go.

We could wait 'til we're closer to the sun,
that way maybe it'll heat up a little bit.

Profiterole, you're carrying more layers
than the rest of us,

you're the best candidate.

Houston, we have a problem.

Somebody help me, please!

It's too dangerous.
I'm going out to help him.

I'll go with you!

The hatch is broken!

No! Profiterole has fallen off!

Help! Oh no, don't leave me!

Wait! Please help!

- We have to save Profiterole!
- We're comin' back for you!

Please, don't go!

More power!


Hang in there, Profiterole.


They're running out of gas!

We have no more power, guys!



I don't believe this!

You can do it!

Come on, Profiterole.
Keep going! Stay strong!

Oh yeah, Profiterole, you are the bomb,
you did it, you're awesome!

Hey you guys, I don't see the button anywhere!

It must be there! Don't you see
anything out there that reads "Reset?"

No, but there's something here that reads...

Adventure... Star... Tours.

Yeah, "Adventure Star Tours!"

I figured it out! Profiterole,
find the letter "R" in Adventure.

It's the beginning of the word "restart!"

And then, along with Star and
the "T" in Tours, it spells out "restart!"

I see it!

Now push the button!


Get ready!

But nothing happened!

But what about me?

With my connection to The lllusionarium,

I'm inserting you into Visogneaux's imagination.

Find those brats...

and finish them off so no one can fix
these absurd stories of Visogneaux.

But Boss, how am I gonna be able to
get into Visogneaux's imagination?

I'm not twelve years old.

I don't represent any part of
his personality, as far as I know.

Oh, but you do, Torpedo.
Don't cut yourself short.

The stories of Visogneaux are
full of horrible monsters.

And as far as age,
the most important age is the mental one.

Oh yeah! I knew you'd know, you're a genius!

Well, some would say genius,
I prefer mastermind.

Now we're in the "Hot Air Balloon Race
Around The World."

Take care of those intruders.

Where is my Master?

I'll explain if you keep us
from crashing into that rock!

Oh, my gosh!

Let me take the wheel!

The lions are chasing us!

And they're getting closer!

Can't we get any higher?

Houston, no!

I've got you!

Brace yourselves!

Here they come again!
What do they want?

Go away! Leave us alone!

Why do we keep losing altitude?

We've gotta think of something.

Aristotle, save us!

The wheel is stuck!

Do something, Aristotle!
We're almost touching ground!

We were almost their dinner.

We understand that you're confused,

but if you'll just lower your weapons,

we can try and help you bring Dr. Ferrero back.

Don't get cheeky.

Better not try any funny stuff!

Find your way to the Temple of Onoffon.

He's sayin' we should go to
the Temple of Onoffon.

It's in the village of the Munchi-Munchi.

That's a funny name!

So, we're goin' to some village
where there's lots of Munchi-Munchi.

I guess they're people,
wonder why they're called that?

It's an onomatopoeia.

So they're Japanese!

No, it means the word and the sound are the same,

like the croak of a frog,
or the mooing sound of cows.

Cows don't mooing, they go "moooo!"

Profiterole, "munchi-munchi" is the sound
this tribe makes when they chew.

In other words, the Munchi-Munchi are cannibals.

That's cool.

Everyone has the right to be what they wanna be
when they grow up, right?

Cannibalism is not a profession.

Unfortunately it means they eat people, like us!

They eat their enemies, Profiterole.

And you, my friend,
look like a very tasty nibble.

Well, no need to start worrying about it now,
let's just wait until we get there.

So, where is this village?

On the Island of the Cursed.

Which is on the River Of Lizards.

After you pass the Tree of Serpents.

I'm sorry. Maybe now is a good time
to start worrying.

That's bloody awful!

Perhaps we should begin our descent
now to pick up a few provisions.

Obviously this is going to be a very difficult trip!

Profiterole, drop the anchor onto something soft.

Well, it was something soft anyway.

No! Elephants are an endangered species!

What is wrong with you?

Don't you know these beasts
are the plague of Africa!

Well, not for much longer, believe me!

Don't you see what man has done
to this planet and its animals?

Gotta do something, Nicole!

If this balloon bursts, we won't
make it to the Temple of Onoffon!

Fine. I'll go down then. I'll save it.


Torpedo, find an observation site,
go look for the lair of some animal.

When they're asleep, destroy their balloon...

...and that will be the end of their expedition!

Okay boss, I can do that.

One small question, what the heck is a lair?

No! You big brainless fool!

Go find a hole, an orifice, a burrow, whatever!

Why are you over here?

Oh, I wanna be alone.

Sorry then.
So, how come you're not eating?

I'm a vegetarian.

Plus, I've been taking care
of the elephant's wound...

...and I was hoping someone
would bring me something.

Guess what, someone just did.

You're so sweet.

I mean, the fruit is sweet.

I mean, the gesture...
your gesture is sweet, Petit Pan.

Thanks, Nicole.

Do you want one?
Why don't you sit with me?

Aristotle, come on, put those maps away
and come have dinner with us!

No, I can't. I have to
study the route for tomorrow.

That's our Aristotle, studying all the time!

That might make him really intelligent, you know,

but he sure doesn't know
how to lighten up and have some fun.

He should learn how to enjoy life!

Jose, what do you call this
delicious thing you made, it's so good!

Thank you, it's my speciality,
"Ants, by Jose."

Did you say ants?

Yes, I mix them with spiders and worms...

...and that's what gives it that special taste.

How could you possibly
do something like that to me?

You know I have a nervous stomach
and an irritable colon,

and chronic diarrhea, part-time constipation,
an inflamed esophagus and ridiculous gas!

You can't serve me worms,
it compromises my entire system,

that's why I'm in this story!

Oh, no, not again!

What was that?


Gotta go fast, Ellie. Faster!

I've gotta find an air current
or we'll never save Nicole!

This balloon is much too heavy,

we'll never go fast enough
to catch her at this weight!


Let's get them!

So what should we do,
they're gonna catch Nicole!

Come on, help me lighten our load!

That smarts!

What about this clock?
Now, you won't be late!

We have nothing left to throw!


Go on without me, that way you'll be lighter.

I'll just convert my suit into a flying one.

Profiterole, no! Don't, Profiterole!

Profiterole! None of our suits can fly!

Oh yeah? I can fly...


- Help me up!
- Gimme your hands, hurry!

This stress is killing me!

Me too, but we must tell the President that...

...everything is going along tres bien (very well).

Maybe they'd rather stay down there.

Poor Profiterole, do you think he's okay?

He'll be alright.

If he can survive that uncle of his,
he can survive this, too.

Pascal! Pascal! Can you see Profiterole?

We only have one camera!

It's true.

Congress would only approve the budget
that allows us the one camera.

Politicians, of course.

The only way for you to help Profiterole
is to hit Restart on this story,

and then go on to the next one.

Well, it looks like we are on the right route.

There's the River of Lizards...

...and the Tree of Serpents.

What shall we do about the cannibals?

The same thing they do in the original story.

In a little while, the moon
is going to be hidden,

and then what we'll do is
make them believe we are lunar gods...

...and that we must enter the Temple of Onoffon
for the moon to reappear.

You think that will work?

As long as the moon stays
behind the clouds, it'll work.

Jevre tishmeu, anajnu anshei ha yareaj
she kol elef shanim yoredim laharetz.

Ajshaf tnu lanu leikanes le Onoffon.

Mister Clinton, you and Jose stay in the balloon.

Once we enter the temple, that's
hopefully when Dr. Ferrero will return.

So wait here.

But, if the moon reappears,
you'd better hurry and go!

- What about you?
- Don't worry about us. We'll be fine.

It's important that you be in the balloon
when Dr. Ferrero appears.

Those kids are mighty brave.

If you ask me, I'd say they're nuts.

Torpedo, they're entering the temple.
Go finish them off!

Who is that crazy intruder?

And who invited him to the party?

How did he enter The Illusionarium?
I don't understand.

I got you!

What have you done?

Don't yell at me,
you are making me nervous!

I asked for the intruder, not an octopus!

Oh, no! We have to get out of here now!

Hurry! Quick!

Pascal, everything is destroyed.

This is a disaster.

Okay, Monsieur Boss, the most important
thing we can do right now... to look at the positive side of all of this!

Here are the facts, Pascal.

We have lost the children,

and without The lllusionarium,
they can never return!

And, tomorrow the President's wife
is re-launching Visogneaux,

but thanks to us,
his stories are crazier than before,

and now there's a giant octopus on the loose!

Tell me, Pascal! Please tell me
what is the positive side?

Calm down , let me see...

Missing children, furious first lady,
crazy stories, octopus...

Of course! That's it!
I know the positive side!

Do you realize that the price
for fresh sushi-grade octopus... over 12 Euros per pound?

And, our octopus has got to
be at least 35000 pounds!

That's over 400000 Euros!

Assuming the Euro doesn't collapse
before we sell the entire carcass,

but just in case, maybe
we sell it to the Japanese...

...and insist on getting paid in Yen!

If the moon appears,
you realize we are done for.

There's the Restart button.

Onoffon. On, off, on.

It's so obvious now.

I guess I didn't expect
these cannibals to be so literate.


Go, Nicole!

Nothing's happening!

On, off, on...

Pull the lever down one more time!

It's the moon!

Look! Look!

Haz hem lo hayareaj!

Nobody messes with the friends
of the great Profiter...

It's the portal! We're saved!

Get ready you guys!

- It's time!
- Come on, Houston!


Where do you think you're going,
come back here.

Come back! I'll get you!

Why, why?

Pourquoi? Pourquoi! (Why? Why!)

No, not again, Boss.

S'il vous plait! (Please.)

Please, not up the mountain
again to the professor, no!

I don't want to!

I don't want to go!

You only have yourself to blame.

Moi? (Me?)
That is just not the truth at all!

You distracted me with
your big panicking attack,

and so I got confused and
you made me push the wrong button.

Do you think that I wanted to
bring a giant octopus into our faces?

Non! (No!)

If there is a solution to this catastrophe,
the Professor will know it.

You're just in time!

I was just working on a solution,

to a complex problem,

what came first, the cork or the corkscrew?

- Cork, of course.
- Corkscrew, of course.

It was the cork! Obviously!

I disagree, it was the corkscrew!

Minister Chateau! Please, why would
someone need to invent a corkscrew...

...if there were no corks that
needed to be pulled from the bottle?

And, why would someone
plug up a bottle with a cork...

...if there was no corkscrew to open it up with!

The cork!

The corkscrew!

The cork!

The corkscrew!

And now you can see.
This is a big dilemma.

Even more important than
the-chicken-and-the-egg conundrum,

because there are many more wine drinkers
than chicken eaters.

Have you seen Profiterole or Petit Pan?

I can't find them anywhere.

I guess they landed on
a different side of the boat.

I wonder which book we're in now?

Don't know, it's obviously some kind of voyage,
but I really can't identify the story.

I'm sorta worried about Petit Pan.

Nicole, are you and he...

No, no, no, Petit Pan and I...
No, nothing!

I just meant he'd be helpful
since he knows all the stories by heart.

My valet, Normalverbraucher, left suddenly.

Reliable help is difficult to find.

I had the obligation to catch the Flying Train...

...and I couldn't keep searching
for him, so I got on board.

I could not be late.

So, we must be in the story,
"The Adventures on the Flying Train."

What are we doing on a ship
when we should be on a train?

Who knows, remember Visogneaux
was a terrible writer.

- You thought you could escape from me?
- Run!

Very interesting.

Yes, very interesting.

So what do you think, Professor?.

- Here is what I think, very interesting!
- Yes, we get that!

So, do you have a solution to
our very interesting problem, or no?

To which problem?

The kids! We have to find a way
to get the kids back, Professor!

So, why didn't you say so!

That dilemma is bigger than
the chicken, or the egg!

The kids, Professor!

Oh, yes, yes, yes...

I just might have a solution for you!

There was a period in which I was
working on something and abandoned it.

I got distracted by a formula.

I don't remember at what stage
I left that experiment.

Let me think...

It's dangerous though, it was
still in the experimentation phase.

I don't know if it'll even work,
we never tried to use it.

Follow me!

This is awesome! I've never
seen anything so cool!

Now we're underwater.

I read this book.
I know where we are.

Oh, oh, no, no, don't tell me.

It's the underwater city of Pandora.

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

I need to borrow your brain.

It's the closest thing that I have
to a twelve-year-old child, no offense.

Nicole! You've gotta try and wake up!

Why are you doing this, you ugly Neanderthal,

if you throw us over board,
with this weight on, we'll die.

I need to know which one of Jean Visogneaux's
stories you want to go into!

Je ne sais pas! (I don't know.)

How am I supposed to know
where those kids have gone?

And how am I supposed to know
which way to direct the machine...

...if you don't tell me?

We don't know where they are,
we lost them before the last reset!

That was a close one.

No, please, you have to let us go!

Help us, somebody help us! No!

So to which of the stories
do you want to go?

Okay! How about starting
with "The Fantastic Tunnel."

I can do that!

Is this going to hurt?

It shouldn't, I'm at a pretty safe distance.

Voila! We're using Pascal's brains
as our projector.


Professor? Are you sure
this crazy thing is working properly?

If it wasn't working,
why would I have used it?

Hey! I wonder where our friends are?

Aristotle! Nicole!

Yeah, that's right,
that's exactly who I'm talking about!

No! I'm telling you
they're in extreme danger!

So tell me what you need.

I'm ready to do whatever it takes,
confront any danger to save them,

just give me my marching orders, Petit Pan!

Change your suit, we're goin' in the water!

Anything except for that, I'm afraid.

- I'm not really a big fan of swimming.
- Take a look!

Oh, that's bad.

You know I'd love to help,
but I have Sharkaphobia.

I don't think I'm a good candidate for this mission
since sharks and I don't really get along,

but I'm happy to direct from behind the glass.

We gotta hurry before the shark comes back!

Activate their diver suits.


Oh, no! Here it comes!

No, this is really bad.
What're we gonna do?

We gotta get outta here!

I'm going after him!

Help, Profiterole! Help me!

Here I come! Take that!

Choose another story,
Minister, we're going back in!

"Adventures of the Flying Train", let's go!


But in the original story,
Normalverbraucher does not disappear.

That means this story has not been restarted,

so maybe, the kids are still there!

- Hurry, can you fast-forward it, please!
- I can!

Voila! There they all are!

We have found them all!

Nicole! Nicole! Please talk to me!

Wake up, talk to me!

Ari, come on, wake up.

I know you wouldn't wanna
miss this amazing underwater city.

Nicole, I can't stand to lose you,
I don't want to lose you!

Nicole! Nicole!

Aristotle, you should see
all these science fiction toys.

You'd think they're so cool!

Wake up, Ari.

Where's Nicole? Are we alive?

Nicole, Nicole, please! You can't die!

She fought bravely, like a hero.

I never got the chance to
tell you how I feel about you.

I can't think of a better time
than right now to tell me.

Nicole! I don't believe it, you're alive!

Yes, young love. L'amour!


So sorry, we had a minor technical glitch,
but we are fully operational once again,

and back in communication with you all!

Hold on just a minute!

We were in different stories,
how was it possible for them to find us?

A lot of Visogneaux's stories
and characters intersect.

Yes, that's true.

Now kids, I know we are all very
excited about this little re-reunion,

but let us not forget that we still have
a very urgent mission to accomplish.

Okay, I say we separate and
search for the Reset button.

Not a good idea.

They must have issued some alert,

and now they're on patrol looking for us.

So what then?

You guys wait here, it seems safe.

I'm the one who knows this story the best...

...and I have a feeling I know
where that little button might be.

He's a pretty brave kid, you know?

And sweet, too!

Let's see if I'm right.

Hey, have you seen my keys?

You're always losing something!

I'm goin' back to my locker,
maybe I left 'em there.

Well, hurry back. I'm starting to get sleepy.

Where is that little button?
Why can't I see you?

Control, Alt, Delete! Got it!

Now it's time to use everything I've learned...

...from reading all those spy novels.


Nice pillow.

Come on, get off of me!

Everything in here under control?

Still can't find my keys.

Everything seems quiet on deck.

It's an intruder!

What did you say?
I was just resting my eyes.

What do you think you're doing?


He did it! He found the button!

Whoo hoo! You've returned!

Today, we are here to pay homage
to the very talented...

...yet misunderstood writer, Jean Visogneaux.

Believe it or not, everything's back in order!

Thanks to you, Professor, the kids are alright...

...and the books have
returned to their original form.

You are all heroes, real heroes!

Hold on!

We're not in the clear yet,

the President's wife is about to
announce the relaunch of Jean Visogneaux.

We have to stop the President from
looking like a complete and utter fool!

No problem, we still have time
to change the books,

we can use the Professor's machine.

Nobody changes a thing!

Did you really think you'd
be able to let Visogneaux...

...steal the glory from a genius like Da Vinci?

You? You've committed sabotage.

How could you expect me
to allow this abomination?

You were putting our brotherhood at risk!

And our super secret secrets were in danger.

Wait! A secret brotherhood?
Of Leonardo Da Vinci?

And don't even think about trying to
get me to reveal our precious secrets.

Not even under intense torture
would I reveal that...

...the Grand Leader of our brotherhood... a famous Brazilian soccer star
they call the King.

Until the end of my days, I will always
protect the secret identity of King P...

Who's King P?

Are you telling me that
a soccer player is the one...

...who protects the dark secrets
of the works of Da Vinci?

As you all may know, Visogneaux was
a great aficionado of music and fashion.

Of course, it is understandable to all
why they've chosen me... be the one who directs this event.

No! You could never understand
because you haven't been initiated!

This is a conspiracy,
they want to have us disappear.

Who do we want to have disappear?

- The lefties!
- The lefties?

Yes, yes, yes!

All of those geniuses,

Leonardo, Napoleon, Chaplin, Beethoven,

my mother Aida, Angelina and King P, all!

All of them left-handed, all!

Hold on just one minute.

They're not all lefties!

The King kicked with his right...

Y'know, I think the "leftie" is the Argentinean.

Excuse me, but don't try and give me the facts...

...about my own conspiracy theory!

Besides, I have proof!

Down with the left?

That's right!

And, look at this other one.

"No to the left!"

But, it all became substantiated...

...when the President called me
into his office and told me...

Albino, I would like you
to be my right hand man!

Now can you see the atrocity I have to bear?

You're crazy, you know that.

No time for that, I have all this
responsibility on my shoulders... save all the "lefties"
in the world from this plot!

I know a very good doctor...

Don't anyone move! I receive
direct orders from the King.

Yes, Master. Yes, Master. I understand.

And now he's just talking into his hand!

He's totally loco!

Do you know what, I am left-handed too!

Seriously? Well, then, you completely understand!

Let's shake on it!

Can't you drive faster, Pascal?

If we don't get to the President
soon, we're sunk.

We're probably dead anyway, you know that?

You'll be fine as long as we can
get the octopus into the Teleporter.

If that's actually a possibility then
we'll teleport him back into the story.

It's really our only option.

Over here! Over here!

How did you come up with this idea?

Look into the camera.

It's a giant octopus!
What is happening?

We are presenting the latest in animatronics,

making sure the relaunch
of Visogneaux is a success!


I'll need to borrow your twelve-year-old
brain again. Right away.

Why me? Please, Professor...

Children, get me that cephalopod mollusk,
so I can take care of him.

Now we can start having some fun!

And that's what I've been waiting for, let's go.

Oh, there it is!

I have located the objective.

Use all necessary force to destroy the beast.

Team, now is the time to
use the best of your abilities.

The objective is shoot to kill.

We must protect this city
by any means necessary!

The octopus just destroyed the diver
on that billboard over there.

It must've thought it was a real diver!

If we change to our diver suits,
maybe it'll follow us!

Everybody, make the change!

Monsieur President!

Hello, Minister Chateau!

I congratulate you on
the magnificent animation of this octopus!

It's a truly impressive example
of the talents of our robotic industry!

Monsieur President, we really need to talk, now.

Give me just a moment,
this is a time to celebrate!

Jets? Chateau, you're a genius!

Evacuate the city!

Well, that's silly.

They can't hurt the octopus,
it comes from a different dimension.

Stop! Let's change direction,
maybe we'll confuse him!


We're going to go try and intercept it.

It's way too fast, and these diver suits
are just weighing us down.

Waiter, it's been more than half an hour
since I ordered my octopus,

and it still hasn't arrived.

Your service is abominable!

A giant octopus!

Yes, yes, yes. It'd better be a giant one!

At least the size of this table!

Uncle Cognac?

I need a word with you now.

We have a visual.
The city has been evacuated.

You're really heavy.

Now! You listen to me and listen real good!

Things are gonna change.

You'll treat me with respect
and stop insulting me.

Am I making myself clear?.

Yes, Profiterole, as clear as water.

You're also gonna stop drinking
and go get a job... I can do my homework after school!

Do you hear me?

Someone help me, please!

I am so sorry, Profiterole.
I beg your forgiveness.

It's the alcohol. It's made me
say and do a lot of stupid things.

You know how much I loved
your mommy and your daddy.

They were my only family.

And, when they died, I blamed you
and buried my pain in liquor,

and I mistreated you, I know.

Can you ever forgive me?

I promise you, Profiterole,
things are going to be different.

I am going to be a completely new man for you!

Jump in, we're catching octopus!

Help us!

Gotta put trash in its place!

Thanks, Petit Pan!

Sorry about the park thing!

We are approaching the encounter point.

Go, go, go! Aim!

First, we'll stop it and then
send it back to its original story.

Prepare to attack!

It's stopping. Get Pascal ready!


We'll only have one chance, Profiterole.

Hold your fire!

Oh yes!

Yes! We did it!

Houston! Yay!

Yes! Yes!

Mission accomplished.
The enemy has been destroyed.

No reason to thank me.

I was only fulfilling my duty
as a protector of this great city.

Hero? That's probably too big a word.

So that, my friends, is what happened.

And unlike the ending of Jean Visogneaux,
this story had a most delightful ending.

But everyone involved went on
to enjoy a very interesting life.

You got it, Houston. You're moonwalking!

- Are you doing okay, boss?
- Why wouldn't I be?

You know, in politics,
it doesn't matter what you do,

it's what they think you did.

In this case, what they think I did...

I wanted to donate my brain to Science.

Science has, unfortunately rejected my offer.

And what about the author who started it on?

Thanks to Petit Pan's rewrite,

Jean Visogneaux was awarded
our Nation's Top Literary Award.