We're heading straight for some kind of a meteorological event.
It could be a thunderstorm, a blizzard, or a--
A twister!
(Rumbling) Jimmy, take it off autopilot and get us outta here!
Aaah!
(Alarm buzzing)
(Gasping) Too late!
ALL: Whoa!
CHRIS: The tornado has us!
Whoa!
Oh!
Twisters occur over hot flat lands--
a common phenomenon of the prairie habitat.
The Tortuga's taking a beating.
Whoa!
We have no choice, everybody.
No, don't even think it.
But we have to! Oof.
Waaah! Oof. The twister has the Tortuga in its clutches.
Abandon Turtle!
AVIVA: To the garage!
Ha!
The Tortuga is too large to escape the grip of the twister,
but I think we can each take smaller, lighter,
high-powered individual flying devices to get out.
Let's go!
Let's meet up on the outside!
MARTIN: I'm right behind you, bro.
Wah! Whoa!
Ride out with maximum power!
Ooh.
KOKI: Waaah!
How are we ever going to find each other?
(Yelling)
Oof!
(Groaning)
(Yelling) Ugh!
Ow.
Aaah!
Oh.
Hmmm.
(Grunting)
Ugh.
Ohhh. Ugh.
(Groaning)