Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy

Come on, Rocket.

You said I'd be done after I scraped the space whale barf off the hull.

But that's before we knew all the vents were clogged with the stuff too.

Called "pulling your weight," Sam.

It was good enough for me when I was a Ravager. Builds character.

Well, can I at least take a study break?

I got a geometry final next week.

Are... Are you serious?

I'm a galactic hero, and I never even finished fifth grade.

You know what's cool about space, Sam?

- No tests! - Not true, Quill.

I have been tested in battle and won every time.

Well, I've been tested on a bunch of times.

I don't recommend it. I am Groot.

More to the point, there's a Nova Corps APB out for you, Sam.

Not to mention a ten-million-unit reward for this baby...

Pfft!

The last place you need to be is the first place

everyone in the galaxy will be looking for you.

Well, it's not just school for me, Gamora.

It's home. I get it, Sam,

but my dad is still out there with a bunch of stolen Centurion helmets.

If we don't stop him, nobody's gonna have a home.

You know, Sam might be able to use his helmet to track J'Son.

Look, I didn't sign up to save the galaxy, okay?

I just wanna find my dad. So if I track anyone

with this helmet, it'll be him first.

Sam! Are you all right?

I think I saw the last thing that my dad saw in this helmet.

Maybe the last thing he ever saw.

It's like he... overloaded.

Okay, look, but that doesn't mean he...

The point is, we've got all the time in the world to figure this out.

All right, Quill. Pull over.

We know you have the Centurion helmet.

Hand it over, or I will use force.

You have five seconds to comply.

Four. Three.

Two. One.

Wait! Wait! Ho-ho! Hey!

Dey! Hey, stop counting! Hey! H-Hi!

I... Loo... I swear we don't know anything about any helmet.

Right, Rocket? Uhh...

Right. But if, you know, theoretically,

we could manage to obtain this alleged item,

would Nova Corps consider upping the bounty to, say,

20 million units? Nice try.

But we already traced the helmet's energy signature to your...

Wait. Where did it go?

You are correct, Rhomann Dey.

The helmet we do not know about is no longer here, nor is Sam.

Found him.

Leave me alone!

Back off, all of you!

Incoming hostile!

What...

Part of that...

Did you not...

Understand?

Engage Energy Restraints now!

Oh, that's it!

My price just went up to 30 million units!

How about 20 units to the first one to knock out a restraint?

You're on.

Gamora, how about a little distraction?

On it.

Ha! I win. In your face, Quill!

Okay, fine. Last one, double or nothing.

I don't have time for this.

Don't know where he's going, but it better be super-important.

Hey! Let go, Dey! We ain't got the helmet no more!

Not that we ever did.

No, but I'm betting you have a pretty good idea where it went.

Okay. Now what?

Still gotta work on those landings.

Mom? Kaelynn? Sam!

Where have you been?

Holed up cramming somewhere, I hope, for your sake.

Carrie. Hey. Uh, what... what do you mean?

Monday morning. Finals week. Hello!

Wait. Monday? I've been in sp...

Uh, out of town for a whole week?

Dude, you are such a space cadet.

Hey.

What the flarg did ya think you were doing back there?

We were rescuing you.

And losing the Nova Corps.

Don't congratulate yourselves just yet.

We still need to find Sam before anyone else does.

If he was traveling at Nova speed,

I could maybe kluge some sort of particle flux detector

to try and pick up his displacement signature.

I am Groot.

What do you mean you planted a thorn on the kid when he wasn't looking?

And since when can you use thorns as trackers?

I am Groot.

Stupid space time. How was I supposed to know?

Give it back, Karl!

I would so rather be fighting space cops right now.

I don't see any space cops, nerd boy,

so maybe you should just fight me.

Principal Philbin! Sir!

Okay, let's have it, Alexander.

Have what, sir?

Your excuse for missing a full week of classes.

I need a laugh. Were you deployed on a top secret mission,

rescuing orphans abducted by aliens?

Uh, funny story...

Fine. You can explain it to me later.

In detention!

Busted!

Hmm?

You! Are you the one in charge here?

Yes. What can I do for you, Officer?

Have you seen this boy?

Sam's permanent record file, as you requested, Officer.

I think a visit to his family from the law will help set the boy straight.

I couldn't agree more.

Ow!

Aw, I'm doomed. I'd do anything to get out of this.

The helmet! Now!

Okay. Maybe not anything.

Please remain calm

and exit the building in an orderly fashion.

Huh?

Looking for something, Samuel?

Uh...

All kinds of personal information here.

But where is your helmet?

Oh, hey. Found it.

Who... What are you?

Wait!

Uh, it's okay.

I'm the good helmet guy, and that's the bad helmet guy.

Incidentally, I'd recommend excusing

all students from finals.

Especially that brave young man,

Sam Alexander.

Let's keep this between you and me, jerk face!

Aah!

I tried using reason. Now I'm using force!

Force this!

Why the hesitation, Sam?