Arriving in Africa/Meeting Allan Quatermain/The Armored Assassins attack

Here is how Mickey Mouse and his friends meet Allan Quatermain in Mickey Mouse and the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

One month later in Kenya, June 1899, ???.

Don't wander off. Where's Quatermain? That gentleman at the back. Do I have the pleasure of addressing Allan Quatermain? Yes, you do, sir. Indeed you do. You're not what I expected. I presume you're another traveler... ...got it in your head to sample the Dark Continent. And while you're at it, hunt down old Allan Quatermain... ...and have him tell his adventures. - Well... - You just fill a seat, sir. You can fill my glass. Bruce, double. I'll regale you with how I found King Solomon's Mines, or I could relate my... It is not your past that interests me. My name is Sanderson Reed. I am a representative of Her Majesty's British government. The empire needs you. But the question is... ...do I need the empire? Perhaps I should toddle off. Should l, Allan? Yes, of course, Nigel, you toddle off. Toddling. Nigel is useful for keeping the story seekers at bay. I'm Quatermain. The empire is in peril. You're probably too young to know, but the empire is always in some peril. We need you to lead a team of unique men like yourself... ...to combat this threat. Regale me. There is great unrest, countries set at each other's throats, baying for blood. The trouble of which I speak could set a match to the whole thing. War. - With whom, exactly? - Everyone. A world war. - That notion makes you sweat? - Heavens, man, doesn't it you? This is Africa, dear boy. Sweating is what we do. Where is your sense of patriotism? God save the queen. - God save the queen. God bless her. - God save the queen. That's about as patriotic as it gets around here. But you're Allan Quatermain. Stories of your exploits have thrilled English boys for decades. That I know, and Nigel has done a grand job reminding me. But with each past exploit... ...l've lost friends. White men and black... ...and much more. And I am not the man I once was. The gentleman over there. - We're in for the long haul. - Exactly. - Mr. Quatermain? - Why, yes indeed, sir. Wrong Quatermain. That's him. Get down! - They're indestructible. - No, just armor-plated. Automatic rifles? Who in God's name has automatic rifles? That's unsporting. Probably Belgium. Allan! Wicked waste. Look out! Good old Britannia. Wasn't there another one of these buggers? Mr. Quatermain! Bruce, Matilda. Our friend might have some information. But he's so far away. Yes, I thought he was. God, I hate getting old. - Did you mean to just wound him? - Obviously. Stop him! I need information! Bloody poison. You may have no love for the empire, but I know you love Africa. A war in Europe will spread to its colonies. It appears the war has arrived. very well, Reed... ...l'm in. Excellent. Pack for an English summer.