Oban Star-Racers (2006): Season 1, Episode 1 - A Fresh Start - full transcript
NARRATOR: In the second
quarter of the 21st century,
the advent of sub-light
transportation
marked the beginning of
an unprecedented wave
of human expansion.
Human explorers discovered
new planetary systems
and colonized them,
traveling further and further
into the unknown.
-What?
[GASP]
NARRATOR: In 2057, Earth's
most aggressive neighbors,
the Crogs, launched a
treacherous surprise attack.
Completely caught off
guard, the Earth Coalition
put up a desperate defense.
Their forces held and the
Crogs were narrowly defeated.
Humans have since lived in
peace with their neighbors.
That is, until today.
[THEME MUSIC]
MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN): Oh.
Has she been sitting
here all night?
-Didn't you hear?
It was birthday yesterday
and her dad didn't call.
Again.
-She has a dad?
I thought she was an orphan.
What's she thinking?
If he's never called,
then he never will.
-Hey you!
I'm not deaf, you know?
-Ah!
-That's it, just run.
Run away.
I know you're just jealous.
My dad's famous, the
greatest race manager ever!
He's just too busy
to give me a call.
Not his fault.
-Hey, Eva.
There's a package waiting
for you at the front desk.
Look alive.
-Yes.
What did I tell you?
I knew it.
Hi, Ned.
I think you have a package
for me from my dad.
[SNORING]
-Hey, wake up!
-Huh?
I have a package, yes.
Well, I don't think
it's from your dad.
Looks like that part
you ordered months ago.
-Huh?
-Don't tell anyone
I let it through.
-All right!
You know what, Ned?
If you weren't so old and
ugly, I could kiss you.
-Huh?
If I were 50 years younger.
[BELL RINGING]
-You are late.
-Hello, handsome.
Long time no see.
I've got a little
present for you.
Today's going to be a big day.
For you and for me.
-Eva.
-I thought you dismantled
that rocket seat.
Ooh.
Well, don't just stand there.
Stop her!
-Huh.
Yeah!
[CHEERING]
-Early graduation.
[SIREN RINGING]
[SIGH]
-Wow.
So this must be the place.
[GASP]
Oh.
Daddy.
-Little girl, what do
you think you're doing?
-It's OK.
I'm Don Wei's daughter.
-That's a good one.
Ha-ha.
And believe me, I've
heard everything.
I don't have time to play games.
Now, beat it.
Go on, get out of here.
Ha-ha.
Don Wei's daughter.
Huh?
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN): Hey, you.
What are you doing
here, young man?
-Do I look like a
young man to you?
Can't you see I'm a girl?
-Oh, is that so?
Well then, you've got even
less of a reason to be here.
This is not a shopping mall.
You're in the hanger
of a star racing team.
Now, leave before I kick
you off the premises myself.
EVA (OFFSCREEN): This
is all a big mistake.
My name's Eva.
I'm your daughter.
Huh?
-You fools.
Didn't I tell you we need
this fixed by tomorrow?
It's the grand prix.
[BEEPING]
MALE SPEAKER
(OFFSCREEN): Excuse me.
It's the head mechanic.
He can't make it today.
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
We'll see about that.
Are you crazy?
It's the grand prix.
Does that mean anything to you?
You got a day off
last year, didn't you?
What do you mean, twins?
I don't care if they
were quintuplets.
I need you here now.
And I mean right now.
I have no replacement for you.
And the primary
thruster is not working.
-Hm.
Much ado about nothing, really.
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
Well, just sell the twins.
-Everyone knows
upgrades never work.
I just need to take
off this piece of junk.
And voila.
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN): All
I care about is the race.
[CLINKING]
-Hm?
Hey, have you lost
your mind, little girl?
[ENGINE RUNNING]
-Sir, it's working.
-Hm.
Guess what?
You're fired.
[BEEP]
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
Who are you?
-Huh?
Well, uh-- I'm-- I'm, uh--
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
Spit it out.
-I'm--
-We haven't got all day.
-I'm, um-- I'm, um--
I'm-- I'm Molly.
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
Molly, you've got a job.
-Huh?
-The hours are from 8:00 AM to
10:00 PM, seven days a week,
with a half hour
break for lunch.
Though, I would imagine you
won't have time for hunger.
And next time, I suggest you
wear more suitable attire.
-Hm.
Yeah, it was good
to see you, too.
Hm?
-Ah, what now?
-I'm looking for Don Wei.
-Mr. President.
-Wow, serious limo.
-I wonder what the president
wants with the boss.
Our new sponsor?
MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN): Nah.
-Dad?
-So what can I do for you?
-I'll come straight
to the point, Mr. Wei.
The planet is in
need of your help.
-I'm afraid I don't follow.
-I've been told you're the
best racing manager we've got.
What I'm about to tell
you is top secret.
And must always remain that way.
-Oh.
Of course.
-Hm.
It began 25 years ago.
I was just a young
councilor then.
The Crogs' final
assault seemed imminent
and we were preparing
for the worst.
But suddenly--
[YELLING]
PRESIDENT (OFFSCREEN):
--this visitor appeared.
-Greetings people of Earth.
Despite your insignificance
in the eyes of the universe,
I, the Avatar,
invite you to join
the beings of the galaxy
in the great race of Oban.
Be ready, the hour of your
ultimate prize is near.
-What?
A race?
Well, now I've definitely
heard everything.
Huh.
-The Crogs.
Look, they're retreating.
-Gentlemen, no one
outside this room
must ever learn what
happened here today.
And I mean no one.
-General, what about the race?
-What race?
It's ridiculous.
Who would believe us?
-Councilor, consider
your career.
Now, today we're the
heroes who protected
the Earth from the Crogs.
And that's all the public
ever needs to know.
-We refused to listen.
But now, the Avatar
has returned.
The truce of the
race of Oban is over,
and the hour of the
ultimate test has come.
We must join the race or God
knows what fate awaits us.
-What can I do to help?
PRESIDENT (OFFSCREEN): The
Avatar's vessel leaves at dawn.
Gather the people
you need and go.
We've got 13 hours.
-I'll do my best.
You can count on me.
MALE SPEAKER
(OFFSCREEN): And once
again, the champion of the
minor leagues, Rick Thunderbolt.
-Congratulations, champion
of the minor leagues.
I knew you could do it, Rick.
-Spare me your sarcasm, Don.
You're wasting your time.
I'm never coming back
to your worthless team.
-I didn't mention anything
about coming back.
-Huh?
-Ready.
-Up next, Jordan C. Wilde.
-Don, can you tell me exactly
what we're doing here?
I thought we had a
great race to go to.
[GUNSHOTS]
-Where we're going,
you'll be happy to have
a gunner like this one on board.
-Yeah.
Hm?
-He's perfect.
We'll take him.
-Huh?
-There will be no requisition.
Aero one and two are prototypes.
They are not for racing.
Do you hear me?
With you, they'll
end up scrap metal.
I won't allow it.
Not in a million years.
Now, get out.
Ah.
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
I'll also need
your mechanics, Stan and Koji.
-Huh?
Impossible.
Stan is my right arm
and Koji is my left.
-Precisely.
It's a matter of
utmost importance.
-Then my arms are your arms.
-Yes.
-Gentlemen, take care of
the final preparations.
And assist Stan and Koji
with the engine's revisions.
-[SIGH].
Now, what are you
plotting behind my back?
Huh?
-If you want out,
this is the moment.
-That's fine with us, sir.
We're definitely ready
for the challenge.
-You know for a guppy
you've got a real big mouth.
Don, tell me at least you've got
a clue as to where we're going?
-According to the
President, Oban
is located at the
epicenter of the Milky Way.
But first, there are qualifying
races held simultaneously
on three planets
equidistant from Oban.
Here, here, and here.
That's some 25,000
light years away.
-Wow.
-Hm?
[EXPLOSION]
-Oh my.
[EXPLOSION]
MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN): Don't
let them near the star racers.
-This way.
Hurry.
-What's going on?
-It's a Crog.
The Crogs are attacking us.
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
Rick, get the truck.
RICK (OFFSCREEN): Got it.
-Wait for me.
-Back off.
-Let me through.
Wait.
Dad.
-Let's go.
-I'm coming, Dad.
-Uh.
Could this truck be any slower?
Huh?
Company.
[SCREECHING]
-Fly to the other side of
the galaxy if you want.
But this time, I'm
coming with you.
-Sorry, no Crogs allowed.
[SCREECHING]
-Slow down.
I can't get a fix on them.
-No.
[BEEPING]
-Rick, hit the brakes.
-What?
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
Hit the brakes.
Now.
[SCREECHING]
-Yeah.
-Faster.
We're almost out of time.
Step on it, Rick.
-You think you're
going to ditch me?
Think again.
-The Avatar's ship.
It's almost gone.
-Faster, you piece of junk.
Ah.
EVA (OFFSCREEN): Hang on.
[YELLING]
-[COUGHING].
Is this the great race you
were talking about, Don,
or is it just the warmup?
-Faster, Rick.
Faster.
-[YELLING].
Help.
-What the?
Huh?
-Hey, this is cool.
[YELLING]
[BEEPING]
PRESIDENT (OFFSCREEN):
The die is cast.
The race has begun.
[THEME MUSIC]
quarter of the 21st century,
the advent of sub-light
transportation
marked the beginning of
an unprecedented wave
of human expansion.
Human explorers discovered
new planetary systems
and colonized them,
traveling further and further
into the unknown.
-What?
[GASP]
NARRATOR: In 2057, Earth's
most aggressive neighbors,
the Crogs, launched a
treacherous surprise attack.
Completely caught off
guard, the Earth Coalition
put up a desperate defense.
Their forces held and the
Crogs were narrowly defeated.
Humans have since lived in
peace with their neighbors.
That is, until today.
[THEME MUSIC]
MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN): Oh.
Has she been sitting
here all night?
-Didn't you hear?
It was birthday yesterday
and her dad didn't call.
Again.
-She has a dad?
I thought she was an orphan.
What's she thinking?
If he's never called,
then he never will.
-Hey you!
I'm not deaf, you know?
-Ah!
-That's it, just run.
Run away.
I know you're just jealous.
My dad's famous, the
greatest race manager ever!
He's just too busy
to give me a call.
Not his fault.
-Hey, Eva.
There's a package waiting
for you at the front desk.
Look alive.
-Yes.
What did I tell you?
I knew it.
Hi, Ned.
I think you have a package
for me from my dad.
[SNORING]
-Hey, wake up!
-Huh?
I have a package, yes.
Well, I don't think
it's from your dad.
Looks like that part
you ordered months ago.
-Huh?
-Don't tell anyone
I let it through.
-All right!
You know what, Ned?
If you weren't so old and
ugly, I could kiss you.
-Huh?
If I were 50 years younger.
[BELL RINGING]
-You are late.
-Hello, handsome.
Long time no see.
I've got a little
present for you.
Today's going to be a big day.
For you and for me.
-Eva.
-I thought you dismantled
that rocket seat.
Ooh.
Well, don't just stand there.
Stop her!
-Huh.
Yeah!
[CHEERING]
-Early graduation.
[SIREN RINGING]
[SIGH]
-Wow.
So this must be the place.
[GASP]
Oh.
Daddy.
-Little girl, what do
you think you're doing?
-It's OK.
I'm Don Wei's daughter.
-That's a good one.
Ha-ha.
And believe me, I've
heard everything.
I don't have time to play games.
Now, beat it.
Go on, get out of here.
Ha-ha.
Don Wei's daughter.
Huh?
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN): Hey, you.
What are you doing
here, young man?
-Do I look like a
young man to you?
Can't you see I'm a girl?
-Oh, is that so?
Well then, you've got even
less of a reason to be here.
This is not a shopping mall.
You're in the hanger
of a star racing team.
Now, leave before I kick
you off the premises myself.
EVA (OFFSCREEN): This
is all a big mistake.
My name's Eva.
I'm your daughter.
Huh?
-You fools.
Didn't I tell you we need
this fixed by tomorrow?
It's the grand prix.
[BEEPING]
MALE SPEAKER
(OFFSCREEN): Excuse me.
It's the head mechanic.
He can't make it today.
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
We'll see about that.
Are you crazy?
It's the grand prix.
Does that mean anything to you?
You got a day off
last year, didn't you?
What do you mean, twins?
I don't care if they
were quintuplets.
I need you here now.
And I mean right now.
I have no replacement for you.
And the primary
thruster is not working.
-Hm.
Much ado about nothing, really.
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
Well, just sell the twins.
-Everyone knows
upgrades never work.
I just need to take
off this piece of junk.
And voila.
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN): All
I care about is the race.
[CLINKING]
-Hm?
Hey, have you lost
your mind, little girl?
[ENGINE RUNNING]
-Sir, it's working.
-Hm.
Guess what?
You're fired.
[BEEP]
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
Who are you?
-Huh?
Well, uh-- I'm-- I'm, uh--
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
Spit it out.
-I'm--
-We haven't got all day.
-I'm, um-- I'm, um--
I'm-- I'm Molly.
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
Molly, you've got a job.
-Huh?
-The hours are from 8:00 AM to
10:00 PM, seven days a week,
with a half hour
break for lunch.
Though, I would imagine you
won't have time for hunger.
And next time, I suggest you
wear more suitable attire.
-Hm.
Yeah, it was good
to see you, too.
Hm?
-Ah, what now?
-I'm looking for Don Wei.
-Mr. President.
-Wow, serious limo.
-I wonder what the president
wants with the boss.
Our new sponsor?
MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN): Nah.
-Dad?
-So what can I do for you?
-I'll come straight
to the point, Mr. Wei.
The planet is in
need of your help.
-I'm afraid I don't follow.
-I've been told you're the
best racing manager we've got.
What I'm about to tell
you is top secret.
And must always remain that way.
-Oh.
Of course.
-Hm.
It began 25 years ago.
I was just a young
councilor then.
The Crogs' final
assault seemed imminent
and we were preparing
for the worst.
But suddenly--
[YELLING]
PRESIDENT (OFFSCREEN):
--this visitor appeared.
-Greetings people of Earth.
Despite your insignificance
in the eyes of the universe,
I, the Avatar,
invite you to join
the beings of the galaxy
in the great race of Oban.
Be ready, the hour of your
ultimate prize is near.
-What?
A race?
Well, now I've definitely
heard everything.
Huh.
-The Crogs.
Look, they're retreating.
-Gentlemen, no one
outside this room
must ever learn what
happened here today.
And I mean no one.
-General, what about the race?
-What race?
It's ridiculous.
Who would believe us?
-Councilor, consider
your career.
Now, today we're the
heroes who protected
the Earth from the Crogs.
And that's all the public
ever needs to know.
-We refused to listen.
But now, the Avatar
has returned.
The truce of the
race of Oban is over,
and the hour of the
ultimate test has come.
We must join the race or God
knows what fate awaits us.
-What can I do to help?
PRESIDENT (OFFSCREEN): The
Avatar's vessel leaves at dawn.
Gather the people
you need and go.
We've got 13 hours.
-I'll do my best.
You can count on me.
MALE SPEAKER
(OFFSCREEN): And once
again, the champion of the
minor leagues, Rick Thunderbolt.
-Congratulations, champion
of the minor leagues.
I knew you could do it, Rick.
-Spare me your sarcasm, Don.
You're wasting your time.
I'm never coming back
to your worthless team.
-I didn't mention anything
about coming back.
-Huh?
-Ready.
-Up next, Jordan C. Wilde.
-Don, can you tell me exactly
what we're doing here?
I thought we had a
great race to go to.
[GUNSHOTS]
-Where we're going,
you'll be happy to have
a gunner like this one on board.
-Yeah.
Hm?
-He's perfect.
We'll take him.
-Huh?
-There will be no requisition.
Aero one and two are prototypes.
They are not for racing.
Do you hear me?
With you, they'll
end up scrap metal.
I won't allow it.
Not in a million years.
Now, get out.
Ah.
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
I'll also need
your mechanics, Stan and Koji.
-Huh?
Impossible.
Stan is my right arm
and Koji is my left.
-Precisely.
It's a matter of
utmost importance.
-Then my arms are your arms.
-Yes.
-Gentlemen, take care of
the final preparations.
And assist Stan and Koji
with the engine's revisions.
-[SIGH].
Now, what are you
plotting behind my back?
Huh?
-If you want out,
this is the moment.
-That's fine with us, sir.
We're definitely ready
for the challenge.
-You know for a guppy
you've got a real big mouth.
Don, tell me at least you've got
a clue as to where we're going?
-According to the
President, Oban
is located at the
epicenter of the Milky Way.
But first, there are qualifying
races held simultaneously
on three planets
equidistant from Oban.
Here, here, and here.
That's some 25,000
light years away.
-Wow.
-Hm?
[EXPLOSION]
-Oh my.
[EXPLOSION]
MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN): Don't
let them near the star racers.
-This way.
Hurry.
-What's going on?
-It's a Crog.
The Crogs are attacking us.
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
Rick, get the truck.
RICK (OFFSCREEN): Got it.
-Wait for me.
-Back off.
-Let me through.
Wait.
Dad.
-Let's go.
-I'm coming, Dad.
-Uh.
Could this truck be any slower?
Huh?
Company.
[SCREECHING]
-Fly to the other side of
the galaxy if you want.
But this time, I'm
coming with you.
-Sorry, no Crogs allowed.
[SCREECHING]
-Slow down.
I can't get a fix on them.
-No.
[BEEPING]
-Rick, hit the brakes.
-What?
DON WEI (OFFSCREEN):
Hit the brakes.
Now.
[SCREECHING]
-Yeah.
-Faster.
We're almost out of time.
Step on it, Rick.
-You think you're
going to ditch me?
Think again.
-The Avatar's ship.
It's almost gone.
-Faster, you piece of junk.
Ah.
EVA (OFFSCREEN): Hang on.
[YELLING]
-[COUGHING].
Is this the great race you
were talking about, Don,
or is it just the warmup?
-Faster, Rick.
Faster.
-[YELLING].
Help.
-What the?
Huh?
-Hey, this is cool.
[YELLING]
[BEEPING]
PRESIDENT (OFFSCREEN):
The die is cast.
The race has begun.
[THEME MUSIC]