Nick Jr Thunderbirds Ep 1

Summary
A series of underwater sea quakes along the ocean floor cause a research team to become trapped in their sea lab that perilously sits near the edge of an underwater cliff. It’s up to Chase, Sherbet, Rubble, and Zuma to rescue and bring the research team to the surface, but before doing so, Zuma discovers a device which turns out to be one of several seismic destabilises which have been left at the bottom of the ocean while following a signal which he hoped belong to their owner Ryder and the rest of the Tracys who are 'missing in action.'

Characters

 * Sherbet the Thunderbird Pup
 * Mighty Pups
 * Delilah
 * Guppy Girl (Molly)
 * Bubble Boy (Gil)
 * Pig
 * Fox
 * Hippo
 * The Mechanic
 * London Agent Lady Penelope
 * Hunter De Vil
 * The Hood

Episode
(The episode begin where a hot air balloon is trap in a storm.)

The episode opens with a hot air balloon flying out of control through stormy skies.]

Father in Balloon: Mayday, mayday. We're out of control and gaining altitude.

Boy in Balloon: Dad I'm scared.

Father: Stay low and hang on son.

Boy: Dad!

Father: I'm at 10 thousand feet and climbing. Can anyone hear me?" (He stops at the sound of engines) What is that?

Boy: International Rescue! (It's Thunderbird 2! She pulls up next to the balloon, Sherbet and Rubble appears at the top of her canopy.)

Sherbet: Looks like you could use a little help.

Father: Look after him. (The Father hands over his son to Rubble.)

Rubble: I've got him! Take my hand.

Father: I can't reach! (The Father reaches out as far as he can, but it's not enough to reach Sherbet or Rubble. Suddenly, the balloon breaks free from the basket and he falls towards the ground)

Boy: Dad!

Sherbet: Thunderbird 5, we need you now.

(In Thunderbird 5, Monitored by Rocky.)

Rocky: Tracking his descent. Coordinates are locked in.

(Thunderbird 2)

Sherbet: Hold tight, we're gonna save your dad.

Rubble: Punch it, Sherbet.

(As He rapidly descent to catch up to the Father. Rubble straps himself into a harness and opens the roof hatch. He flies up to the Father, and he manages to grab his hand in a nick of time.)

Boy: Dad!

Sherbet: This is Thunderbird 2. Mission complete. Rocky: Good job Sherbet, Rubble.

Thunderbird 3, what's your status Skye?

(Thunderbird 3 piloted by Skye, and Everest.)

Skye: I'm tracking the target now. All systems go for satellite capture and stabilisation. Deploying grasping arms. Engaging RCS thrusters.

Rocky: Remember Thunderbird 3, you only get one shot at grabbing this thing. Make it count.

Skye: FAB. We are locked for rotational vector. 30 meters, 20, 10, contact! Huh, capture complete. Stabilising spin. I think it's going to be okay, Thunderbird 5.

Rocky: Well done. I almost missed my favourite show.

Skye: And that Everest, is how it's done.

Everest: Well done, Skye. You've returned TV repeats to people across the globe.

Skye: Maybe one of these days I'll get a real mission.

Everest: If anyone should be complaining, its me. I'm head of security for International Rescue and I don't even have my own ship. And right now I'm up here...

Rocky: Thunderbird 1, report please.

(Thunderbird 1's hangar.)

Chase: Bad news, Rocky. This retrofit is going to take a lot longer than expected. Maybe you could come down here and give me a hand.

The Mechanic: Don't worry, Chase. This repair bot of mine will handle this. Hit it, Pig

Pig: Right away, Mechanic. Chase: This wait is killing me. Incoming call.

Lady Penelope: Hello, Chase. Is Pig, the Mechanic, and Dawkins are still fixing your ship?

Chase: Yes, can't rush the geniuses we had.

Lady Penelope: Let him know crisis averted. I've managed to convince the consortium to stop hoarding their iridium reserves.

Chase: All right, I'll let them know about the good news.

Lady Penelope: Parker, when was the last time you had your eyes checked?

Parker: Not since the service, I'm sure. What makes you ask?

Lady Penelope: You're driving on the wrong side of the road. Your choice of lanes wouldn't have anything to do with the car trying to run us off the road, would it?

Parker: It does indeed, m'lady.

Lady Penelope: Oh! Well, this is rather distressing. He's going to make us late. See if you can give him the slip, will you Parker? Parker: Right away, m'lady. (Parker leaves a trail of oil behind FAB 1. The slick knocks the motorbike off the road.) I always love using that.

(FAB 1 pulls up at a red carpet event. Parker exits the car to open Lady Penelope's door.)

Parker: Here we are, m'lady. Will you be needing an escort?

Lady Penelope: If I can hold my own against international gangsters, I can certainly handle a royal premiere.

Rubble: This is Thunderbird 2, final approached to IR HQ.

(Meanwhile at the lounge,)

Rocky: International Rescue. I'm detecting a sea quake off the Minerva Reef.

Chase: What can you report, Rocky?

Rocky: EOS and I are getting a mayday from an underwater research station near the epicentre.

(Sealab-1. The crew inside is screaming.)

Dr. Meddings: Got a hull breech. Lower deck is flooding.

Sherbet: Okay, Rocky, tell the crew we're on our way.

Chase: Zuma, you're with Sherbet, Rubble and Marshall.

Zuma: F.A.B, Chase.

(As the pups got geared up, suited up and got into their vehicles.)

5 4 3 2 1

Rubble: Thunderbirds are go!

Rocky: It's a Poseidon-class submersible with a crew of three. They report no injuries but are taking on water. Access to the escape hatch is blocked.

Marshall: We'll try and see if we can stable the lab while Zuma can help them out.

(Sealab-1. The crew are still screaming.)

Dr. Meddings: What's our status?

Engineer: All the sub-stations are completely flooded.

Dr. Meddings: International Rescue, this is Dr. Meddings. I don't know how much time we have!

Sherbet: Standby, Thunderbird 4.

Zuma: Systems check complete, docking clamp released. We are go for module deployment.

(Thunderbird 2 release Thunderbird 4's pod module.)

Zuma: We are go for launch.

(As Thunderbird 4 dives in.)

Zuma: Thunderbird 4 is go!

(While diving to the rescue, Zuma picked something on his radar.)

Zuma: Thunderbird 5, have a look at my sensors, will you? I'm picking something up, and so is my famous Gordon Tracy squid-sense.

Rocky: Your focus needs to be on that research station, Thunderbird 4, not your squid sense.

Zuma: Um, Rocky, I'm detecting a YT-88 transponder beacon.

Rocky: Really?

Chase: That's the same kind Ryder has on his ship!

Sherbet: And so do the Tracy's!

Zuma: Should go and check it out?

Rubble: We all know that this is important but can we focus the rescue mission first?

Zuma: Not if it gets buried by another quake. The signal's coming from inside a fault trench.

Chase: Zuma should check it out, just to be sure.

(Zuma pilots Thunderbird 4 closer to the trench.)

Zuma: I'm inside. The signal's getting stronger! I've got a visual on something. I'm going in for a closer look. Negative, it's not Ryder's or the Tracy's.

Sherbet: Sorry, Zuma. Now let's get back to work. I'm having a little trouble grabbing a hold of the station.