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Believe it or not!
First legendary explorer Robert Ripley, now Michael Ripley
follows in his footsteps.
He and his friends, Samantha and Cyril circle the globe
in search of the strange, the bizarre, the unexplained.
Leaving no mystery unresolved, against all odds,
they challenge you to -
believe it or not!
We're just gonna go up and take their boat in broad
daylight!
Shouldn't we at least, sneak up?
Look!
We got the mask!
We're undefeatable!
Nothing can stop us!
All we need is a fast boat.
And a little less stupidity.
The Flying Dutchman!
I can't believe we found it!
Still think it's being sailed around the world by a ghost
crew?
That's what the legend says.
Looks like it was scuttled by pirates.
It's like taking candy from a baby!
Hoist the anchor!
Fire the engines!
This mask might actually live up to it's legend.
Yes.
If we can take anything we want,
anytime we want, it's going to be worth it's weight in gold.
We should go back to that nasty little Wattam tribe,
get a few more of their masks.
Quiet!
Okay!
Make way!
All ahead full!
If we could just catch those natives on another foraging
expedition and get a few more of those masks,
we'll be invincible!
All ahead full!
The boat!
They stole the boat!
Hey, hey come back!
What do we do now?
Umm, start, praying?
If I ever get my hands on those boat thieves,
they're fish food.
It feels like we've been drifting on this raft for two
months.
Twenty two minutes, to be precise.
My uncle had a saying, there's three kinds of people in the
world, those that make things happen,
those that watch things happen,
and those who wonder what happened.
That puts us in the bottom two slots.
Just when you think things can't get any worse.
They do.
A typhoon shower.
Help me spring the cover up!
Here comes a whoooooa!!!
I don't know if it's wetter in here or out there.
Aah!
Oof!
It's kind of quiet out there.
Yeah.
It's too quiet.
Like the calm...
Before the storm.
Uh-oh!
We're in trouble.
We're headed for sharp volcanic rock.
Rip!
I got you!
Three more waves and this is gonna be rubber linguini.
And we're cooked!
[tearing sound]
I can't believe, we're on land.
Believe it!
This has got to be, Papau New Guinea!
Hey.
Fresh water in the middle of no where.
I think we should indulge ourselves,
before we start to frantically worry.
You go ahead.
I'll get our stuff from the raft.
Ain't exactly a supermarket here.
Maybe I can make a fishing rod.
Whatzat!
I feel like Huck Finn playing hookie by the Mississippi.
Good thing the fish around here aren't terribly bright.
A crocodile!?
Sam!!??
Watch out!
Sam!?
No, Sam!
Sammmmmm!
Riiiiiippp?
Oh?
Uh, nothing.
I just thought, for a second.
That I'd feed myself to a crocodile?
Yeah, well, it's been a long day.
[coughing] How do you, like your, fish?
Oh, smoked is okay, I guess.
What are you doing?
We might need that!
If we can rewire it, I can post a digital SOS to Cyril.
He must be getting an ulcer worrying about us.
Poor guy.
If I could patent this mini-satellite I'd be
set for life.
Talk about fiber optics.
Freeze Rip!
Don't move a muscle!
Mayday, mayday, mayday.
Bion central, this is the SS Bion expedition.
We estimate our position to be 142 degrees East,
give or take a few minutes, and 8 degrees.
Gotcha!
Take that!
So long.
You won't be trying that again.
The battery is dead.
Lemmee see that, whoa!
Rip! The camera!
No! No!
Nothing like roasted video camera after a long day
in the wilds.
Sorry, Sam.
It slipped.
When I was a kid, we used to say "trick or treat."
They're not KIDS, Rip!
And this is not Halloween!
Then what do you call those, party masks?
What do you think of our chances of escape?
Right now?
I'd say slim.
To really slim.
Butchieboy!
Butchieboy!
[children scream]
What gives?
You've studied cultural anthropology.
Ummm, this is a little different than my university
classroom but.
Big Man!
Big Man!
Big Man!
Big Man!
What you catch?
Big feast!
Big feast!
Think they're going to let us go.
Would they carry us three miles up into the mountain to
let us go?
Trust me.
I have an instinct for these situations.
No talk!
Great instincts, Rip.
Whaddya think they're going to do with us?
I don't know.
I remember reading once that certain New Guinea tribes
worship objects that fall from the sky.
You're kidding me right?
No.
They believe these objects are like,
messages from their Gods.
What do you think they're doing with our wet suits.
I'm sure they've never seen a wetsuit before.
It almost looks like they're worshipping our wet suits.
They don't really have a chief in so much as their leader is
the guy who throws the best parties.
Parties?
This could be a promising system of local government.
Zona, party, Zona, party, Zona,
party, Zona, party.
Too thin.
Need food.
You speak English?
Big Man speak much good!
We eat.
Sundown!
Big party!
Great. Pity you're missing our real party animal.
Who missing?!
Seen it.
Done it.
Got the tee shirt.
Whoa!
What's this?!
And 8 degrees, and 8 degrees...
Where on earth are they?
Lemme see 142 East, okay now give me 8 degrees south,
hmm, the Fly river. That's it!
Think they have anything besides sweet potatoes?
I doubt much else can grow at this altitude.
Just be thankful they're friendly.
If they were "friendly" I don't think we'd be tied up in
a pig cage.
I wonder what their word is for "full"?
It's, a satellite!
How did they get one of those!?
Judging by the parachute, it probably dropped down up here.
Looks like a spy satellite from the sixties.
They used to drop them back down to earth,
to retrieve the data.
[chanting] Zona, Zona, Zona Zona, Zona, Zona.
What do you think they're doing now?
I don't know.
Some feast ritual?
We must be their honorary guests.
Guests!?
I'd hate to be one of their enemies.
They insist on carrying us around.
Yo, guys!
We have legs!
We can walk!
No walk, no talk.
Whoa!
Hey!
We're going to barbecue here if they don't get us away from
this fire.
Barbecue?
New Guinea! Of course.
We're not invited to dinner, we are dinner!
[airplane engine rumbles]
There they are!
Whoopsie Daisy!
Zona?
Whoopsie Daisy?
Ahhh!
Phew!
Aah!
Cyril!
Are you okay?!
Yeah, I'm wearn' my helmet.
Zona!
Whoopsie Daisy!
Can you get down?!
Sure!
No problem!
Ahhhhhgh!
Oof!
Zona?
Cyril.
Zona See rill.
Zona See rill.
[chanting] Zona see rill, zona see rill Zona see rill,
zona see rill.
Cyril, no sudden moves huh!?
We don't want to scare them.
Don't worry.
Everything's in control, ahhh.
Zona?
Zona?
Zona's a technological god of legend,
who fell from the sky.
Pleased to meet you, people.
Hey guys!
Boy are you in luck, that video transmission was fuzzy.
It took a while to figure it out!
Cyril! See if you can get us out of here.
Ooooops! Sorry.
Sorry about that.
[Natives chanting]: Oooops! Sorry! Ooops. Sorry! Ooops. Sorry!
Yo, Cyril.
We've got a delicate situation here.
Yeah, what's the deal, they seem pretty friendly to me,
but am I crashing a dinner party?
Something like that!
Bad man take warrior mask.
We take man, woman.
Man, woman take warrior mask.
Man, woman no take warrior mask.
No!
Man, woman.
Big Man hungry.
No.
Man, woman for Zona, or Big Man for Zona?
No eat Big Man!!
Then we make deal!
Deal! We make deal.
Thanks.
No thanks.
I'm stuffed.
Me, too.
I was checking out these Wattam masks on the Net.
Did you search under hostile tribe dot com?
Cyril: Naaaw. They're really cooo-all.
The masks are said to inspire bravery in the wearer and fear
in the enemy.
Some missionary wrote about these friendly guys being
cannibals.
Yeah, I think that's him on your left.
Aaah!
Haaa!
Argh!
Geeze, you didn't have to tell me that.
I was EATING.
Eating's the problem around here.
So, where's the boat?
Pirates!
While we were diving!
That's who those guys were!
Pirates.
Coo-all!
Wait a minute, you saw them?
I spotted a boat that looked like ours at the mouth of the
Fly River.
Nobody, steals my boat, and gets away with it,
we're going to get it back.
Listen, Captain Bligh, there's three of us and who knows how
many pirates!?
That makes two of us.
I don't mix well with water.
We need help!
Bad man take Wattam warrior mask,
and bad man take boat of man, woman.
Bad men!
Bad man take boat!
Bad man take mask!
Bad man!
Bad man! Bad man!
Bad men take mask.
We help Zona!
We fight for Zona!
Cyril: They're definetley scarier with the warrior masks on.
That's it, we're all set to go.
Samantha can go with our friends.
No Samsam.
Zona seerill go.
But Cyril gets seasick.
Well, Cyril better get over it.
Because Cyril, is Zona.
They NEED Zona.
Samantha can be Zona if she wants.
It doesn't work that way Cyril.
You have to lead them into battle.
But I don't lead fighting pirates.
I lead on the internet.
I'd really rather not.
On account of my seasickness.
I don't feel so good.
Hold on Zona, we're almost there.
Easy does it.
They have a lookout.
One pirate down.
I'll be waiting right here, where it's safe.
C'mon Cyril.
They're being brave.
You can too.
Oh, right.
Chopchop for Zona.
He doesn't mean, chop, chop, chop,
chop, does he?!
Don't worry about it.
Go shut the main power switch.
Haaaar!
Ahhh!
Woah! Ahhh!
Ungh!!
Hand over the masks, or this dude goes over the side.
Butchie Boy no swim!
We have you outnumbered!
A one and a two!
Stop! Okay. You win!
Give us the masks.
Now.
These are pretty magical masks.
And they come with a demon god.
[chanting] Zona! Zona! Zona!
That's why we want them!
Absolute power!
I hate it when this happens to me.
What's that!!??
It's Zona!
The absolute power behind the masks!!
No way!!
The Wattam god?
Like your worst nightmare!
[cheering]
I want to thank you for your bravery and your courage.
Anything to help Zona!
If Cyril ever wants to retire and be chief of a nice bunch
of people.
He could live in paradise, but on the other hand,
they seem awfully glad to see us go.
I can't blame them.
I'm sure we totally freaked them out!
Yeah. I noticed that.
It was kind of a mutual fear.
But why?
It was the wet suits I think they thought we were
cannibals.
Like they thought the wet suits were what was left of
our victims!!??
We'll add the mask they gave Cyril to our BION collection
and they'll probably add our wet suits to their techno god
collection.
Coo-all!
Do you really think those masks make someone invincible?
Well I've never seen Cyril pilot the jet
like that before.
Believe it, or not.