[typing]
[sports report on TV] ... Possibility of light rain.
The 14-day trend sunshine and seasonal temperatures ...
Yes.
[reporter on TV] And now here's Ed with the latest
on Tropical Storm Cecil.
Well, rain and moderate winds are expected
with the latest readings showing the tropical storm Cecil
dissipating long before it reaches the Pacific coast.
But that will change.
Yes, it will be altered.
Re-set.
[typing]
Megabyte.
Yes, I am right here.
What destructive endeavors on the agenda today?
Removing a cyberpatch, perhaps?
Releasing a virus?
Crushing a bank site?
There is a special satellite.
A military weather satellite.
I want access to its computer.
But the system will be guarded.
Protected.
My sentinel army will remove any unwanted obstacles.
Yes.
Clear the path. Give me access.
Direct access.
And if the guardian pests attempt to thwart the plan?
For your sake, make sure they don't.
Now go.
Get started.
The storm is brewing.
[laughing]
You know it's not actually raining, right, Vera?
I prefer to be prepared in the event of precipitation.
The forecast indicates a...
seventy-five percent probability of rain
due to the tropical storm Cecil developing
over the Pacific ocean.
This weather update brought to you by Vera!
All the details, all the time.
This is awesome.
A Saturday off.
I mean, no homework, no practice.
Yeah. We can just chill at Austin's and watch a bunch of movies.
Yo, what's up?
-Your chariot awaits. -[laughing]
Hey, who's that dude with your mom?
I don't know, but he looks familiar.
I'll introduce you.
Hi, Vera.
Hello.
Hi. Oh, I love your umbrella.
There's a 75 percent probability of rain
due to the tropical storm Cecil
developing over the Pacific ocean.
Hi, Austin.
Hi guys.
Austin, you remember Mark, don't you?
Hi, Mark Rowin.
Your dad and I were roommates at college.
I met you a bunch of times when you were younger.
[Austin] Right.
So what's going on?
You going somewhere?
I'm going to take your mom for brunch.
If that's okay.
Yeah, brunch.
Sure.
Well, I'll see you later, okay?
Be good.
It was good to see you again, Austin.
Weirdness overload?
Yeah.
Kinda.
Come on, Megabyte.
I need access.
[lasers firing]
Such an entertaining spectacle.
The weather satellite security has been eliminated, Megabyte.
Excellent.
What are you waiting for, Alpha Sentinel?
Set up the perimeter blockade!
Yes, Megabyte.
Megabyte.
Make sure there are no interruptions.
No disturbances.
Once I take control of this weather satellite
I'm going to wipe out an entire coastline.
[thunder roars]
[on TV] Tropical storm Cecil rages on over the Pacific ocean
with its trajectory now steering it clear
from making landfall,
but coastal residents are still advised to be prepared.
-[on TV] Stay tuned to WPKW... -Hi.
-for 24 hour weather updates and alerts. -First day, kids.
-The latest international conditions... -Flashlight...
-and local regional forecasts. -Candles...
Canned vegetables.
Canned beans, canned tuna.
Yum.
Is that what we're having for dinner?
No, Mr. Sarcastic.
I'm making sure our emergency survival kit is ready.
There's a tropical storm coming.
I think you're overreacting.
They say it's not gonna hit us.
Well, better safe than sorry.
So, uh... what's the deal with you and Mark Rowin?
Oh. [laughs]
There's no deal, Austin.
Mark just called me the other day to ask if I'd meet him for a cup of coffee.
So I did and then, uh, we went out for brunch today.
So that's, like, two dates.
Yeah... we're not dating.
We...
He's a nice guy, Austin.
And he's your father's friend.
He's not some stranger so you don't have to worry.
It's only been a year, mom.
I know. [sighing]
But we're doing okay, right?
I mean, this house is starting to feel like home,
you figured out the new school,
my work is going well at the hospital.
Maybe it's time that we focus on what's ahead of us
rather than what's behind.
That was always your dad's outlook.
So you're just gonna forget he ever existed?
No.
Of course not.
But it doesn't mean I have to give up on being happy,
does it?
[message alert sounds]
I gotta catch up with my friends.
-Austin-- -I'll talk to you later, Mom.
Take an umbrella.
I've tracked Megabyte to a military weather satellite's on-board computer.
Wait, like, in outer space?
Yes. It is in the thermal sphere. 100 kilometers above the Earth.
What do you think Megabyte's up to?
The satellite is currently in range of Tropical Storm Cecil
developing over the Pacific ocean.
There is a 67 percent probability the two are related.
If that's the case, Megabyte isn't working alone here.
Yeah.
For sure the Sourcerer is involved.
Come on, let's go.
[Vera] Please use caution.
Come on.
[Vera] The codec is patched into a satellite signal
that will take you to the weather satellite's
on-board computer.
So let me get this straight.
We are in outer space and cyber space at the same time?
We will be once we get to the weather satellite's computer.
Cool.
[whirring]
[typing]
[computer beeps]
[thunder roars]
[rain pattering]
[on TV] Well, this is an unprecedented development
over the Pacific ocean.
This tropical storm Cecil has just been upgraded
to a category one hurricane with winds reaching 100 kilometers per hour,
and a sudden change in direction
has this one headed straight toward the west coast.
Yes.
Exactly as I planned.
[alarm sounds]
The codec sensors are detecting dark code.
I knew the Sourcerer was behind this.
You know, my dad used to talk about
the military secret experiments using weather as a weapon.
I bet the Sourcerer's gonna try and hack the satellite
and weather-mod that tropical storm.
Weather-mod? What's that?
The most common method is called "cloud seeding".
It's a way of changing the micro-physical
processes of clouds.
So the Sourcerer could control the storm.
[Enigma] There's the military weather satellite computer.
Surrounded by a digital mine field.
It'll take forever to steer around them.
Or we could just do this.
Oh, yeah!
Game on!
Guardians.
You won't stop me from ripping up the coastline,
decimating it, with the worst storm in history.
[TV news theme playing]
Well, hurricane Cecil has jumped now to a category three,
the winds are exceeding 180 kilometers an hour.
So this drastic transformation has the experts confounded
with landfall now expected in 45 minutes or less...
[phone ringing]
[voice mail] Hi, this is Austin.
Sorry I missed your call.
Please leave a message. [beeping]
Austin, you and Vera need to come home right now.
Or better yet, stay where you are.
Don't go outside.
I mean it.
This storm is serious.
Just call me, okay?
Please?
[rain pattering and thunder rumbling]
[Vector] Alright, let's get to the weather satellite computer.
The cyber mines have proved insufficient,
but the guardians will not survive
a full-scale sentinel assault!
Attack!
Okay. Enigma, D-Frag, you draw them away.
Coogz and I will get inside the port near the top.
And then what?
And then you'll come up with some brilliant way
to take control from the Sourcerer.
Huh? Great. Glad you have it all figured out.
Okay, let's get busy, Enigma.
[grunts]
[Enigma] Energy shurikens!
Bash tagger!
[grunts]
-Nice one! -Vector, Coogz?
Time to make your move!
Okay, we got this.
Uh-oh. This wasn't part of your plan.
You didn't think we'd be able to just walk right in, did you?
Code disruptor!
[grunts]
Deflector ring!
Okay, Coogz. Let's get inside.
Do not allow the guardians access.
Firewall!
Sorry, no more joiners!
[Frag] Whoa. Looks like Megabyte's brought the whole army.
[Enigma] Yeah. Hey, Vera, wanna get in on this action?
Yes. That would be most appealing.
Fragging sentinels has become
one of my favorite pastimes.
[Enigma] Here she comes.
Whoa.
Nice shooting, Vera.
[blows]
[grunts]
Guardians.
When will you learn?
I won't be stopped.
[TV theme music playing]
Hurricane Cecil has now just been upgraded
to category four.
And landfall is just minutes away.
The west coast will be devastated.
Homes will be destroyed.
People will suffer.
The perfect storm.
[thunder rumbling dangerously]
[reporter on TV] The Department of Internet Security
now believes that the devious hacker known as the Sourcerer
is controlling the hurricane
from a hijacked military weather satellite.
Mark, I don't know what to do.
I can't reach them.
Okay, I'll let you know.
Yes, thank you.
Bye.
Hey, Vector?
Check this out.
Whoa.
We're cyber astronauts.
[rumbling]
Find the guardians!
Do not let them interfere!
Enough stargazing. Let's move.
[grunts]
[Megabyte] Keep searching!
They are in here somewhere!
They're getting close.
Yeah, but so are we.
There's the processor.
[grunts]
-Can you hack it? -I can try.
-[buzzing] -Ow!
Dark code booby trap.
Guardians.
In 184 seconds the hurricane will be too close
to land to alter its course.
You must deactivate the on-board computer immediately.
I can't get in.
There's too much dark code to bypass.
So forget bypassing the dark code.
We're just gonna have to blow up the CPU.
Coogz, we need a bomb.
Vector, that could set off a chain reaction
and cause the entire satellite to explode.
Hey, we gotta do what we gotta do, Vera.
People's lives are at risk.
Okay, I can make a high pressure explosive
if you provide the charge with your code disruptor.
It'll increase it to the power of 50.
See? I knew you'd come up with something brilliant.
Ha. So did I.
Ah-ha! There they are!
Hold steady.
[blasting]
Stop them at once!
No stopping now, it's go time!
I got it!
-Whoa! -Zip board!
Quadra disc!
[growling]
[Vector] Dude, nothing's happening!
[Coogz] Trust me, it will.
The pressure's gonna amp up the charge.
But it might take a minute.
[Coogz] D-Frag, Enigma, we gotta move!
This thing's gonna blow!
[Enigma] Great, thanks for the warning.
[grunts]
Right behind you.
[Enigma] And so is Megabyte!
[growling] You won't get away, guardians!
What? The DIS patrol?
Sentinels, defend your master!
Look what just showed up.
The DIS.
[blasting]
[Enigma] Hey, we're the good guys!
Clearly they don't know that.
-[Vector] Vera, we need a quick exit. -[exploding]
[Vera] Coming right up.
Home free. Huh?
Running away is so unbecoming.
Stay and face your fate! [grunts]
Whoa!
[cackles]
Good riddance!
Blink!
No!
Now I'm home free.
[typing furiously]
[cries out in frustration]
[smashing]
Guardians.
You keep getting in my way.
But that will soon end.
I promise.
Cyber astronauts have returned.
That was so rad.
Wish I could vlog about it.
The important thing is that we stopped that storm from hitting the coast.
[reporter on TV] Drastic action was taken by the Department of Internet Security
to destroy a military weather satellite
causing the escalation of hurricane Cecil's magnitude.
The DIS sure is good about taking credit they don't deserve.
[reporter] Fortunately, the storm only caused
minor power outages and minimal damage to property
in several coastal communities.
Cecil has returned to tropical storm status
and moved safely away from the coastline.
Evidence points to this being the biggest attack yet
by the hacker known as the Sourcerer.
We got that guy's number.
Even if we don't get the props for shutting him down.
Austin, please check your phone.
Judy called.
-She did? -Yes.
Eleven times.
Vera, we gotta go.
I've got some apologizing to do.
Oh. Well, thank you for finally texting me
to let me know that you were both alive.
I'm sorry, my phone was dead and...
Oh.
Sorry if you were worried.
I was.
Very worried.
[exhales]
Okay, but you're both here.
It's okay.
And I wanted you to know
that if you wanted to date Mark Rowin or whatever
I'm cool with that, too.
Austin, I...
I also have no concerns about your romantic intentions with Mark Rowin.
Oh. Okay.
I'm... I'm glad that you... That you both approve.
-Thank you. -[knocking]
-Hi. -We were just talking about you.
Oh, okay. Good things, I hope.
Of course. What're you doing here?
Well, I brought food.
That's so sweet.
Yeah. Well, I knew that, um, you were upset
and maybe hadn't thought about dinner.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
Hey, come on. Let's dig in.
We've got a lot to celebrate.
Celebrate? Like what?
Well, like the fact that we didn't get hit
by a violent hurricane today.
I mean, that's pretty special, isn't it?
[Austin] Yeah.
That did work out kinda good.
To think that that storm was being controlled
by some twisted creep with a computer.
I know.
Crazy, right?
The Sourcerer is a threat to all humanity.
He's a very sick individual.
[phone rings]
Would you guys excuse me for a sec? It's work.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yes?
Yes.
I understand.
I got this under control.
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