The Adventures of Tintin

Destination Moon - Part 1

So this is Syldavia!

Great! But where's Calculus?

- I don't see him anywhere. - You'd think he'd at least meet us

after insisting we catch the next available flight.

So that is Tintin and Haddock.

Yes Sir, our source says Mammoth sent an urgent telegram

requesting they come.

Find out why he wants them.

Our source is working on it, Sir.

Good.

Proceed!

- You are Captain Haddock and Tintin? - Yes.

Professor Calculus sent me to meet you.

He didn't come himself?

No, he was not able to come.

Let's go then.

There they go, the Zepo has picked them up already.

Don't worry, Chief! We keep good tabs on them.

What a welcome! By thunder!

- Old Calculus really does things in style! - Yes, I guess so.

Why do you keep turning around like that?

That car bothers me.

It's been following us ever since we left the airport.

Baah... somebody driving into Klow, just like us...

- Maybe... - Ah...

Look! We're almost there!

Hey! Where are you going? This isn't the way to Klow!

I take you to your friend, Professor Calculus...

but he is no longer at Klow, he has moved.

Why didn't Calculus tell us?

Something doesn't seem right here...

We've been on the road for 2 hours, and that car is still tailing us!

Your papers appear to be in order...

Proceed.

I really have to wonder what old Cuthbert has gotten himself into?

Well, I wonder what he's getting us into?

And it looks like we're about to find out.

Thundering Typhoons! We're in some kind of fortress, or something!

Captain! Look!

Welcome gentlemen.

I'm glad you've arrived safely!

And not a moment to soon!

Ugh! Blistering barnacles!

Let me introduce myself, Franck Wolff,

assistant to Professor Calculus.

Hi... I'm Tintin.

I'm Haddock, and who the blazes are those two gangsters

who tail us all the way from the airport?

Why... they're not gangsters, Captain...

they're Zepo men...

What's a Zepo?

Zepo: Syldavian secret police.

They're here to protect you!

To protect us?

Just follow me! Prof Calculus

is expecting you. He'll explain everything...

- This is all useless! - Yes...

for all our efforts, we have not made much progress.

But if he has brought in his friends...

then phase one must be about to start.

Should we start our operation?

Immediately!

Here we are...!

No!

Ah, Tintin, Captain!

Hello, my dear old friend!

Oops! I'm so sorry! I completely forgot my helmet!

It's a new plexiglass model. We were testing it for strength.

Blistering barnacles! It packs quite a wallop!

A plexiglass helmet? What for?

No, no, no, not glass - plexiglass!

Glass would be too fragile.

Yes, of course. But what is the helmet for?

One moment, please.

I beg your pardon?

Aah... I see you're using an ear trumpet,

but why don't you wear one of those little hearing aids?

No need! No need! Those are for deaf people.

I'm only a little hard of hearing.

A little hard of hearing?

Professor, can you tell us what this is all about?

Didn't Wolff explain?

Well, follow me and

we'll talk in my office.

And there, Captain, you see just a part

of the Brodj Atomic Research Centre facilities.

Impressive...!

What's it all for?

I'll explain, Captain.

Please sit down.

You see... the Syldavian Government

invited me to set up their astro-nautical section.

Of course, I was absolutely delighted! My engineer, Frank Wolff...

is helping me to perfect a nuclear-propelled rocket engine.

A rocket! What for?

To travel to the moon, of course.

That's a good one! Old Calculus on the moon!

Are you planning to take any passengers along?

Of course! Why do you think I asked you to join me?

What! What are you talking about?

Me! On the moon!

Your brain must have gone radio active.

Blistering barnacles!

You can't possibly be serious!

You'll never get me to set foot in your infernal rocket!

Never!

Oh... thank you, Captain! I knew I could count on you!

Ah, gentlemen, may I come in?

Ah, Mr Baxter.

May I introduce Captain Haddock.

The Captain is most ethusiastic.

He's delighted at the prospect of traveling to the moon.

Mr. Baxter is the director of the Centre.

Professor Calculus told me you were an exceptional man...

and I can see he wasn't exaggerating.

But... I... I...

- I congratulate you too, young man. - Uh, thanks!

If you're interested, I'll arrange a tour of the facilities for you.

Sure.

And now, gentlemen, I'm proud to show you our moon project.

There it is! The X-FLR-6 nuclear-propelled rocket!

Don't tell me you intend to send us to the moon in that!

No, Captain! It's only a model.

The X-FLR-6 is about to make a radio-controlled reconnaissance

flight around the moon. It'll take photographs

and provide valuable information for our own flight to the moon.

Red alert! Red alert!

Unidentified aircraft entering security area from due South.

Ground control to unidentified aircraft.

You are violating a security area.

If you proceed you will be fired upon!

- There! They've spotted us! - We must play for time!

Aircraft SFLR

Message received!

Lost our course. Please advise position!

Sounds like the plane's in trouble, Sir!

Wait, it's a trick!

Looks like it's dropped two parachutes!

Anti-aircraft guns, open fire!

What's going on?

Great snakes!

That looks like it hit the next room!

- Professor! - Who is it?

Did someone knock?

Professor!

Gentlemen! Last night an unidentified plane

succeeded in invading our anti-aircraft guns.

They dropped two men into the security area by parachute.

We're doing everything we can to find these men...

but at this moment they are still at large.

We have tightened security, but everyone must be specially careful.

This daring raid proves that these people will stop at nothing.

Thank you, gentlemen, that will be all. I will keep you informed...

Oops, I'm so sorry! A bit of plaster from last night!

Don't mention it, Professor! I...

I protest!

To be precise, this is an outrage!

Thomson and Thomson!

We've captured the two parachutists, Sir.

They were picked up in the middle of the restricted area.

Probably Greek revolutionaries.

Greek!

But we asked for Syldavian costumes!

Why did you parachute into our security area?

- Parachute? - Where?

- Who? - Us?

Mr. Baxter, there must be some mistake. I know these men.

They're detectives Thomson and Thomson.

Then you must be the ones that Interpol were sending to beef up our security.

That's us!

Oh! Please excuse us for this error, gentlemen.

Certainly! Errors are our business.

Mr. Baxter, could I take a little hike through the mountains around the centre?

I'd like to stretch my legs. - Of course.

But take care... those two spies are still on the loose!

Captain! Could you get a hold of a couple of two-way radios?

I have a plan.

Ah, perfect!

An unobstructed view of the Centre...

Now to work.

According to these plans...

there should be a ventilation shaft around here.

It might be large enough for...

someone to get into.

Security might not think it's a risk, but I'm not so sure...

Bingo! There it is.

Okay, Snowy! Let's see just how accesible that shaft is!

We made it, Snowy!

and if we can get up here, then so can the parachutists.

Captain! Captain! Do you hear me?

Loud and clear, Tintin.

I'm at ventilation shaft No.. 3

It's located in sector J, above corridor 7.

My suspicion was right. I could get to it easily.

- You'd better put our plan into motion! - Aye, aye, Tintin...

You can count on me!

I hear something, Snowy.

Psstt, are you there?

Yes. Here are the documents.