Dialogues with pictures
MILO: Oh, yeah,
 you won't find the Kraken in any biology book.
KIDA: The curse is lifted, the fish are back, and the mildew has been scrubbed away.
VINNY: So if something stinks now...
MOLE: What? Why you do this with your hand? It is the fish.
KIDA: For 8,000 years,
 I have lived with the same faces.
It is strange to meet new people. And each new person has new thoughts, new ideas. Your world has much to offer. I hope one day my people,
 the people of Atlantis can offer as much.
MILO: There's no reason they can't. Your people can make a difference to the world, like we did here. Now that there's no Kraken, it's left to people like Inger Allyson to raise their little ones in peace.
INGER: We can never thank them enough. Now
 you can grow big and strong
and someday be the most important person in town. Now give Mama a big hug.
AUDREY: Please tell me that's not the same stuff you fed us on the way to Atlantis.
COOKIE: Bet your sweet eyes it is. Now I told you it would keep and keep and keep. And now it's yours to eat and eat and eat.
PACKARD: That's right, Margie. They showed me all around the city. Yeah. It broke their hearts, but I need my space. Kemot was too clingy.
MILO: Careful, Mole. Obidalbedsugs aren't used to such a variety in their diet.
MOLE: It's only a few assorted silicates I've been meaning to get rid of. It's good for the gums.
MILO: Hey, where's Kida?
 It's even more beautiful when the snow melts.
KIDA: This time there was no Leviathan. But how do we know there are not other Atlantean weapons out there?
MILO: Uh, not looking at the scenery, huh?
KIDA: Maybe the crystal's too powerful. Maybe it should remain buried.
MILO: But your people, they've regained so much. Could you put them in darkness again?
VINNY: What are the chances of another gas leak in a Chinese laundry? So, that's my last flower shop. But I'm thinking about buying a laundry.
WHITMORE: So, I guess now that we know there's no Leviathan on the loose...
PACKARD: Excuse me.
WHITMORE: ... you two will be heading back home to Atlantis.
PACKARD: Excuse me.
VINNY: It's a laundry-slash-fireworks...
WHITMORE: But don't be in such a rush. Take some time to see the world. Plane fare is on me.
MILO: That's very generous, Mr. Whitmore.
PACKARD: May I have your attention, please? That's better. It's Dr. Sweet. There's trouble in the Southwest.
SWEET: Sam's a long-time field agent of Mr. Whitmore's. He's best at digging up hard-to-find objects. Only this time, I think something found him.
MILO: And you say he mentioned killer coyotes in a sandstorm?
SWEET: Mmm, no, not exactly. More like a sandstorm made up of killer coyotes who were made up of sand.
KIDA: And this is unusual in your world?
SWEET: Oh, yes. More than a little bit.
KIDA: But I do not understand why you wanted me here.
SWEET: Because of this.
KIDA:
 Milo, it is Atlantean.
MILO: Where did you find this?
SWEET: You'll have to ask Sam.
KIDA: I can't tell if he's breathing.
MOLE: Perhaps he is dead.
SWEET: Oh, he's just sleeping. After what he's been through, I'm sure he can use the rest.
SAM MCKEANE: Hey. Get away, you furry carcass rats!
MILO: It's all right, Mr. McKeane. You're safe now. Mr. Whitmore sent us.
SAM MCKEANE: Oh, good old Preston. Best man I ever scavenged for. Say, young fella, could you fluff up my pillow? Ah! Now how about a sip of water? My gullet's awful dry.
AUDREY: What's wrong?
SAM MCKEANE: Got a little sleepy in the foot. Would you mind givin' it a rub?
AUDREY: Ew!
MILO: And
 you say coyotes did this to you?
SAM MCKEANE: No. 'Twernt no ordinary coyotes. These was cantankerous sand coyotes. 'Twernt a lick of wind all day, but I sure heard it howlin' up on the mesas that night. I thought I was loco when I saw them dust devils materializing in moonlight. Their red eyes like to burn a hole right through my soul. Came screamin' off that ridge like a pack of ghosts. I ran back to my shack and bolted the door. I figured I'd be safe if I stayed inside. I was wrong. Scratched me up like a two-sizes too small wool sweater on a hot afternoon. Luckily, I had plenty of bacon grease to rub all over my hide to ease the chafin'.
NURSE: Dinnertime. Mr. McKeane, what have we told you about the bacon grease?
SAM MCKEANE: Works better than any of your darn fool fix 'em-ups. I stood a better chance with them coyotes.
KIDA: Is he going to be all right?
NURSE: Oh, yes. We're moving him to the hospital in Scottsdale where he'll be their problem.
MILO:
 So where did you find this?
SAM MCKEANE: In a pot.
KIDA: What pot?
SAM MCKEANE: In the crate.
SWEET: What crate?
SAM MCKEANE: In my shack.
ALL: What shack?
SWEET: I'm not surprised this is where he lives. You saw the man eat, right? Lives like he eats. Sloppy.
AUDREY: Maid's day off, huh?
MOLE: Quartz, silicate, mixed with local clay. Slightly nutty to the taste. Nothing unusual.
AUDREY: Sand isn't the only thing here that's nutty.
KIDA: Everything seems to have been rubbed smooth. Even the windows are etched. From the sand?
SWEET: McKeane said they were sand coyotes. I see lots of sand, no coyotes. No paw prints either.
MILO: Looks like the crate's...
SAM MCKEANE: Missin'? Dang blame it! I know just what varmint done took it too. It'd be that shifty-eyed, back-stabbin' rattlesnake Ashton Carnaby. He runs a tradin' post outside of town. You best be careful. He's slicker than a sweaty toad in a rainstorm.
MILO: Let's look around a little first. We don't know for certain that this Carnaby guy took Sam's crate. No, Obby! Stay! Stay!
SWEET: He's a Brazilian iguana. Eats just about anything. Trust me.
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