if i was in ninjago (Scroll 1)

The darkness comes

Noble: (To Lloyd.) This is our maxium securly. We spared no expense, I assure you.

Lloyd: Very wise.

Noble: Yep. The entire wing was built for one purpose... to hold the rottenest egg of all. Well... good luck. (He runs off.) See you on the way out.

Lloyd: Aren't you gonna- (Door slams shut and lasers scan.) Stay? (Lloyd pulls switch, a pathway zooms out in front of him towards Garmadon's cell.) Hmm. Hello, Father.

Garmadon: Well, well, if it isn't the Green Ninja. To what, do I owe the honor?

Lloyd: You sent for me, remember? You said it was urgent.

Garmadon: Did I? Hmm. That doesn't sound like me. (He turns around slowly, expressing his carelessness.) I have all the time in the world in here.

Lloyd: Fine. (He turns around and starts walking away.) Then I guess I'll just-

Garmadon: Oh, yes. (He turns towards Lloyd.) I remember now. I did call you. Do you remember the last time we saw each other? What I said?

(Lloyd recalls the encounter.)

Past Garmadon: When they come, nothing will be left.

Lloyd: You said something was coming.

Garmadon: Yes, but you didn't listen. And now, I'm afraid there isn't much time.

Lloyd: Time for what?

Garmadon: (Smiles.) To prepare for the darkness, destruction. The end of . And while I'm okay with that, in principle, I'd rather not be destroyed along with you, so I've decided to help you fight them.

Lloyd: Fight who?

Garmadon: Oni . You and your color-coded little are no match for them. There's only one thing powerful enough to stop them.

Lloyd: Let me guess. You.

Garmadon: (Sighs.) Let me out, and you might have a chance.

Lloyd: Hmm. How do I put this. No. N-O. Not if you were the last person in all of Ninjago. There is nothing you will say that will make me trust you ever again. Goodbye.

Garmadon: (Smiles.) Hmm. You'll be back.

(People are repairing the road.)

Worker: That's it. Now take it away. Okay. Easy does it. Easy does it.

Policeman #1: (Gestures at the accident.) Let's move this as fast as possible so we can get the traffic going.

(Cars beep at each other in confusion.)

Cole: (Beeps his horn.) Oh, come on. You gotta be kidding.

Zane: We were supposed to be there 30 minutes ago.

P.I.X.A.L: This thing has an enormous drill on it. Can we not just go under them?

Cole: Oh, can we? Please? (He turns on the drill and people gasp.)

Amara: I do not think the city would appreciate that. Dunderhead!

Cole: Aah. We're so late. And I can see the right there.

P.I.X.A.L.: That's it. I'm getting out. (She presses button and top of the vehicle slides open. P.I.X.A.L. jumps out, leaping and flipping over the cars. Zane with Amara on his shoulder follows her.)