One Flew Over the Budgie's Cage M.I. High

Hyperia, get the team down into the main bunker.

I'll take the control room.

Follow me!

Lower hub locked down.

The Master Mind and Crime Minister are trapped.

Move in and prepare for arrest.

'Proceed with caution. The area will be heavily defended.'

COMPUTER: 'Missile launch in 40 seconds.'

Keep going. Find them!

Frank, this is bad.

There's a long-range missile warming up.

'Missile launch in 30 seconds.'

Destination, London.

Frank, what's happening?

Hyperia, there is a way to prevent the launch.

The only way is to lock the blast doors and contain the explosion.

I'm sorry, Hyperia.

'20 seconds.'

'What? No! Frank, they'll never get out in time!'

'They'll all be incinerated!'

Along with the Master Mind and the Crime Minister.

I can't risk that missile hitting London!

You're in charge. It's your choice, sir.

It's for the greater good.

'Missile launch in ten seconds.'

'Nine.'

-Frank, what are you doing!?

-'Eight.'

'Seven.'

'Six.'

'Five.'

'Four.'

'Three.'

'Two.'

No!

'One.'

Frank?

Frank, you're sleepwalking.

You wandered into the school and tripped the alarm.

You were shouting about missiles and secret agents and all sorts.

That's not good.

The 21st century faces a new kind of threat,

and MI9 must create a new breed of skilled undercover agent.

Hidden in a place no villain will think to look,

welcome to MI High.

So, after all these years, the nightmares are back.

Just a bad dream. We all get them.

True. But how many of us wander around in the dead of night

blabbing state secrets?

It won't happen again.

Possibly.

But you realise we need to make sure.

You can't stand me down!

It's for your own good, Frank.

The Cranium Institute has a first-class reputation.

They'll get you over these nightmares.

Please, Stella. Give me another chance.

I'm sorry, Frank.

The greater good always outweighs the individual concern.

That's why I have to ask you for your MI9 pass.

You might as well take this, too.

This doesn't look good. We'd better find out what's going on with Frank.

That means getting out of here.

Calm down. There's no need for tears. Pull yourself together.

I'm sorry, Mr McNab.

It's just that I don't like seeing Frank looking so vulnerable.

I do hope this "Institute" is going to look after him.

Ugh, OK.

OK. OK. Blubbing over. This is not a funeral parlour. Back to your desks.

A moment please, Mr McNab. After a shock like this,

we really should give the children a chance to explore their feelings.

We're doing feelings today, are we?

Do let me know when we move on to more serious stuff.

You know, like fluffy bunnies, etc.

Right.

Here we are. Nightmares are repressed fears.

So all we have to is identify our fears,

and this book will give us projects to overcome them.

Oh, I know.

Sometimes I get this dream where my legs feel like concrete.

Ah, yes, now, that is quite common.

Yes, here we are. Your first project,

You need to be more active.

I'll go for a run round the school.

Now?

It'll help me sleep better tonight.

I get that dream too, sir.

And me.

What?

Yes, well, I suppose we should respond to your needs.

As the book says,

"Face your fears by day and the nightmares will blow away."

Come on!

What?

What's going on?

SIREN BLARES

Nice cover story. So where's Frank? Secret mission?

No, nothing like that. We've sent him for a rest.

Doctor Retentive is an expert in Nightmare Therapy.

You sent him? Against his will?

Trust me, it's the best place for him.

Anyway, now you're here, I need your help.

Give me a hand to get this place organised.

It looks like a bomb went off in it. I mean, what is this?

Spectrum analyser.

That makes the tea.

Get them properly labelled.

Now, who's ready for some scrubbing?

Become a spy, they said.

Fight crime, save the world and get lots of chances to tidy up.

Mr London? Come in, come in.

House rules, Mr London. No keys, money, or mobile phones.

All contact with the outside world must be minimised.

Tough regime you're running here.

Rule two, only a single visit per week. Make it a good one.

Now, these nightmares. Sleepwalking?

Talking in your sleep about... "military activities"?

I used to be a soldier.

I see.

I suppose I had nightmares when I was little...

I don't do words, Mr London. I work directly with the brain.

Yours will tell me all I need to know.

Wait, wait!

Bland?

George Bland!

Who are you?

Don't interrupt. It's my move.

George, it's me, Frank.

MI9.

How did you end up here?

Last time I saw you, you took out a SKUL base single-handed.

I've got something to tell you.

The doctor takes them.

What, George? What does the doctor take?

We won't survive. The Budgie's in flight.

Fly, little budgie!

Don't go in the cage!

Mr London? It's time for your first session.

'MI9, Medal for Bravery, Frank London.'

Did it slip your mind to tell us that Frank was a hero?

At the moment, he's more of a security risk.

Counting down.

Three, two, one.

What do you see?

A bunny rabbit.

A childhood pet?

No.

It's the General.

Flopsy.

He's in our underground MI9 spy headquarters.

Lie there for a minute.

I've left the rabbit... I mean, the kettle on.

COMPUTER: 'Head of NEOKORTEX signing in.'

Doctor Retentive. What news from our Ministry of Psychological Warfare?

We're in luck, Crime Minister.

Another MI9 agent has just walked through the door.

Excellent. Embedding you in the Cranium Institute

has turned into one of my finest ideas.

He mentioned "The General".

Flopsy?

And does this bunny-master have a name?

Frank London.

London!

Nice catch.

Mine this one for every secret he's got.

Squeeze him like a ripe lemon.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Give me that.

Security code, please!

-Sorry to use the old system, Stella.

-Frank!

There's something going on at the institute.

What do you know about George Bland?

'Top-Dog George? Haven't seen him for a while.'

That's because he's here.

And he's messed up, Stella, can't seem to focus.

That doesn't sound like George.

He's obsessed with a budgie. Very agitated. I don't like it, Stella.

What do you think's happening?

The Institute.

It could be some kind of front for, I don't know, brainwashing.

Stealing secrets. The doctor tried to hypnotise me.

Slow down, Frank. Take it easy.

Listen. you're seeing bad guys everywhere at the moment.

Believe me, Stella, Dr Retentive is not quite what she seems.

When I mentioned Flopsy, she flipped.

She's coming back.

Listen, find out about this Budgie, and get the team over here now.

Got to go!

Mission on.

Hold on!

Not so fast.

None of this adds up.

Since when did we start doubting Frank?

How about since when he turned up for work in his jim-jams?

Anybody know what a Code Zero is?

HE SNORES

Three, two, one, awake.

I think in your case we'll need more rigorous therapy.

I'll prepare the machine.

PHONE RINGS

Yes?

But first, it seems you have visitors.

Young people.

Young people?

Quick work, team.

Frank! The students were so sad that you're cooped up here,

they wanted to come and cheer you up.

Sorry, a bad time?

It's a protection code.

Used very rarely for high-level threats.

Code Zero agents keep their intel to themselves, report to no-one,

not even MI9.

What sort of missions?

The worst kind. Mass incidents. Germ warfare. Nuclear attack.

No pressure, then(!)

If Bland has been intercepted during a Code Zero,

we're headed for disaster.

So, what you're saying is Frank's right?

Mission on. Infiltrate the Institute. Zoe, cover Bland.

Aneisha, check Frank. Dan, look into what Retentive is up to.

And stay undercover.

Whoever took down George Bland is dangerous.

All right, love? Delivery. Where do you want it?

I don't remember ordering anything.

We're in.

Creating delivery organisation.

Oh. Here it is. Just through here.

WHISTLES

Corner all right for you, love?

Lovely.

Next time I'm the delivery guy.

-PHONE RINGS

-I'd better get that.

Right love. I'll see myself out then.

Hello, Cranium Institute.

Hello? Hello?

And first, Roland will thrill us with his newly-perfected skill.

It's not exactly perfected just yet, sir.

I seen it on TV last night.

Oh.

CRASH

'Tracker active. Frank's room is at the end of the corridor.'

You, stop!

Go and help Doctor Retentive prepare the Happy Chair.

Did you get that?

'Happy Chair? What's that?'

'Oh, here it is. The file says it's in Room X, in the basement.'

No, no, you stay there, Frank.

It just needs a little bit more practice, Roland.

Hey!

Don't worry about it.

Clear this up.

Tom, I've located Bland.

Always something missing.

Some of your pieces are in the wrong place. If you move this...

Hey! Put that back!

This isn't a game!

So this is not chess?

Budgies can't play...

..chess.

I think I've found something.

His chess game, it's a code.

It hasn't been used since the Cold War.

OK. I'm not even going to ask how you know that.

There's a bit of his mind that's still active.

I think he's trying to get a message out.

I can give you the sequence but you'll have to decode it.

Do it.

White, Nf3.

Black, Kd8.

'Be fair, cried the spirit dream. And still our broken brow.'

'For in this search for peace, there is nothing left but now.'

Thank you, Melissa.

Verse 15, The Sleep of Reason.

Oh, dear.

Visiting time over.

Leave. Second door on the left.

Shame. The rest of the children were just outside,

waiting to show you their dance routine.

Nothing painful, Mr London. Try it for comfort.

No, thank you, Doctor. I'm allergic to leather.

Very well. Look this way, please.

Black, Be6.

White, Rxd1.

That's it.

OK. Two seconds.

Well?

Unless what?

I don't know, that's it.

Zoe. Get Bland to play the game again.

Find the end of that sentence.

Where's Frank?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Ah. About time.

Sterilise those electrodes.

'Aneisha, don't tell me. Retentive's got Frank in the Happy Chair?'

Yes.

'Still trying to figure out what it does,

'but it can't be good. We need to get Frank out of there.'

'No, don't blow your cover. We'll try to create a distraction.'

Dan? Are you receiving me?

Yeah, I'm nearly there. I'm on it.

'End of the corridor, turn right.'

Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find a way out soon.

Did any of you just see..?

No.

No. Right, this way.

No history of heart trouble?

No high blood pressure?

Not wearing anything metal?

Hurry up, Dan!

Good night, Mr London.

POWER CUTS OUT

Unusual.

'Aneisha, you need to plant your watch tracker on Dr Retentive.'

Done it.

Dan, Retentive's on her way. Turn the power back on and skedaddle.

Skedaddling now.

You were right about the budgie, Frank.

Operation Budgie is something to do with a nuclear launch at 5pm.

-Where?

-We don't know.

Bland's subconscious has been trying to get a message to us,

but it's like his brain's been scrambled.

This has got KORPS written all over it.

She said the second door on the left.

Yes, but we were facing the other way then, Roland.

There must be a way out through here somewhere.

Oh, dear.

Wrong again. Everybody back out.

Erm...

The Happy Chair. What have you got?

It puts synaptic impulses into digital information.

Downloading memories?

Just the ones people try to keep hidden - secrets.

No wonder Bland's got a messed-up head.

They're stealing big chunks of his past.

Can we reverse the process? Give Bland his memory back?

I think so. But there's a problem.

The chair uses a neural decoder to split synaptic...

Cut to the problem.

What's the point in having a massive brain

if I never get to explain anything?

The problem is we need to see the chair working

before I can give Bland his memories back.

Hmmm. Strange.

All working?

Just trying to find the way out.

I could recommend a good locksmith.

Just a thought.

'Get the chair ready. We need a test subject.'

What's going on?

We need to put someone in the chair.

Now?

Tom's found a way of reversing the process.

We need to give Bland his memories back by 5pm

or millions of people could be killed.

But there's a catch. The neural... you tell him.

We've only got enough bandwidth for one set of data.

I can find out how to reverse the chair, but whoever's in it

at the time will be wiped and all their secrets will be lost forever.

For ever?

Why don't we zap the doc? We'll be doing her a favour.

She'll forget her evil side.

Hold on. We can't blow our cover.

If KORPS think something's wrong, they'll launch their weapon now.

We've seen them do it before, Stella.

Running out of time.

We need someone in that chair or we could face nuclear wipe-out.

Then it has to be me.

OK, stay back.

Now that's what I call impatient.

Frank, I'm not leaving you here to get your head minced.

Aneisha, we're MI9.

The world puts its trust in us to make the right decisions.

If we're going to stop KORPS, we have to think big and act bigger.

But I didn't join up to watch you being zapped. You're coming with me!

Stella? You're in charge. It's your call.

My head's with you, but my heart's with Aneisha.

If I say yes, we'll lose the real you.

If you say no, we'll lose everything.

Stella, listen. I'll still be Frank, just a new Frank.

I liked the old Frank.

Retentive's coming back.

Zoe? Any luck with Bland?

He's playing the same game over and over. Same result.

Aneisha. Get Frank back in the straps. That's an order.

I feel I should be saying goodbye or something.

I'll still be me.

We can hang out, brush the yard together.

Where did you get that old thing?

Good luck, hero.

What's this?

I told you not to wake him.

Get back to work. I'll speak to you later.

This place could do with sprucing up a bit.

Don't mind if I do.

Got it. Found the reversal codes.

Accessing data vaults, and we're in.

Where's Frank?

Stay focused, Aneisha.

Retentive's headed away.

Get Bland in that chair while you have the chance.

Time for your treatment, Mr Bland.

Oh. Are we going to the Happy Chair. Find Budgie?

That's right.

'Aneisha, come on, it's almost 5pm. We need to get Bland's memories back

'so we can find out how to stop the launch.'

I knew there was something odd about you. Get him off that chair, now!

Frank! It's me. Back up, please!

You poor little idiot. Frank doesn't care about your problems.

He's a simple caretaker now.

Frank! You're OK!

That's one from MI9. Do it, Aneisha!

Just got to find Bland's data.

Bingo. OK, George. Time to make some memories.

What going on?

Frank! What's happening?

What do you know about Operation Budgie?

Budgie?

Frank, I can't. Code Zero.

A nuclear launch, 5pm?

The UK's nuclear launch codes.

If KORPS get them,

they'll be able to launch every nuclear missile in the country.

-Only two people have it.

-The Prime Minister.

And Sir Bufton Bird, Head of Nuclear Intelligence.

KORPS have installed new high-tech Happy Chairs

at 10 Downing Street to get the codes.

You've got to stop them!

Did you get that? 5pm, Downing Street.

Ah, Budgie, how are you?

You made it, Frank.

How?

It seems the Happy Chair's microwaves don't like metal.

It drives them crazy.

I thought we'd never get out of there.

That place is an absolute maze.

Quite extraordinary. Frank!

Great news, the nightmares are over. Mr F, I'm coming home.

Oh, tip-top, Frank. Let's get back to the school, eh?

I wonder if you can get therapy for seeing things?

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