Fireheart

Hey, that's a great idea.

Clear the way!

Whoo!

We have a third-alarm call from the Clock Tower!

There are people trapped on the top floor!

I'm not Georgia.

I'm Captain Georgia!

It looks like a bad one!

Hurry, Probie! We have people to save!

Look out!

Whoo-hoo!

Ember, stretch a line,

hook up to the hydrant and extend the ladder.

I've got to get to the top floor.

Whoa!

- Aaah! - No...!

You see that amazing girl?

Well, it's me, Georgia Nolan.

And this is my faithful dog, Ember Nolan.

She's sweet, right?

Oh, and by the way, the man freaking out

is my dad, Captain Shawn Nolan.

Let me tell you about him.

Captain Shawn Nolan

was the best and bravest fireman

in the whole wide world of New York.

He saved so many lives.

- He was a legend! - Yeah!

But he couldn't save my mom when she had a baby...

who was me.

At first he tried to be a fireman and a dad

at the same time.

Oh! No! No, no, no, no!

That was very difficult.

So he became a tailor instead, like his dad.

He said he didn't mind because he loves me so, so, so much.

Along with Ember, we have a super great life together.

And now I'm training to be a fireman and save lives

just like my hero Captain Shawn Nolan used to do.

It's my dream. It's my destiny!

Oh!

Emergency at the chemical factory!

Georgia, no!

Emergency! Fire on the zip line!

- Georgia, no! - Whoa!

Whoa!

Emergency on Brooklyn Bridge!

- But I got it... - No, Georgia, no!

- ...under control! - No!

- The doctor says it's nothing. - Stop with that!

- Oh? - You could've broken your neck.

But Ember was the fire truck.

- And we had to go save people! - Georgia, enough!

No more rescues inside the house or on the street,

or at the bottom of the sea, or on top of a mountain,

in the jungle, in the desert, or on the moon.

Dad, there can't be a fire on the moon. There's no oxygen.

I know that.

Listen to me. No more fireman games anywhere at all.

But I have to train to be a fireman

if I want to save lots of people just like you.

Georgia, I'm a tailor now.

I don't save people from fires.

I save them from holes in their pants.

Do you think I would be a good fireman?

Yes, you'd be a great fireman.

You have the heart for it, but...

In that case, no one can stop me. Not even you.

I have to tell her, Ember.

The longer we wait, the worse it will be.

Nice hat.

I may need to borrow it for the spaghetti later, though.

Or else there'd be a meatball emergency.

Yeah. Funny.

Georgia...

Do you know why we say fireman and not firewoman?

To save time?

No, Peanut.

Because girls aren't allowed to be firemen.

- It's against the rules. - Why?

Well, people don't think girls are strong enough

for such a dangerous job.

But I'm training so I get really strong.

And I'm brave.

As brave as any boy.

You know I am.

I do know. There's no one who deserves it more.

But I'm afraid those are the rules.

- Will the rules change? - I hope they will.

But these things can take a long time.

And I wouldn't want you waiting around

for something that might never happen.

But you can be a seamstress and work with me!

Is the sewing machine on fire?

No.

In that case, no, thank you.

Georgia, I don't how else to say this:

you will never be a fireman!

Oh, I'm sorry, Peanut.

I know it's unfair.

I know.

One day I'll have to tell her the whole story...

Just not yet.

Okay, Ember, let's go.

I promise I'll always protect you.

Approaching the auditorium now.

It's just like the other fires.

Colored smoke, intense light,

and the same strange music.

Enter with extreme caution.

You know what happened to the others.

- Send water. - Sending water.

Wait for my order to open the nozzle.

We're going in.

Georgia! Come on!

Ooh! Yes!

Oh, yeah, hmm...

Georgia, this is your last call!

- Morning, Daddy. - Finally. Now hurry up and eat.

We have sew much to do today.

Argh, you're hilarious. You have me in stitches.

Oh, you're as cute as a button.

Well, we are cut from the same cloth.

We interrupt the Champion Spark Plug Hour

with a special news flash.

Yet another Broadway theater has been hit by the arsonist.

Mayor Jimmy Murray wants everyone to calm down.

He had this to say earlier today:

Everyone needs to calm down.

You know what we need?

Here is Georgia Nolan for WKBZ

interviewing Shawn Nolan.

I heard you hit a new alteration record today.

Is this true?

Before I answer, have we punned out yet?

Of course not.

In that case, it seams I'm going to be inducted

into the sewing hall of fame.

Nice one.

Do you think it's the arsonist?

I don't know. Anyway, I'm happy you're not on that truck.

- What do you mean? - Well, don't you remember?

When you were little, you wanted to be a fireman?

- Did I? - Pff...

Oh, yeah. Very, very badly.

That's silly. Girls don't get to be firemen.

Yeah. You could have lived your dream if you were a boy.

Come on, lazybones.

Ember!

Stop!

Girls can't be firemen?

Give me a break.

You wanna know what I think, Ember?

Well, I'll tell you anyway.

All these years of training

at night, in the cold, in the rain, in the snow

are finally gonna pay off.

I've worked and worked and worked

and now my chance is coming.

I can smell it. Can you smell it?

Smell harder.

- Wait. I hear something. - Huh?

Ember, shh!

Oh! Look.

Look. The police.

Wh...? Ember. Ember.

Jimmy Murray.

That's Jimmy Murray, the mayor of New York!

- Shawn! - What's he doing here?

Dad?

- OK. - They know each other?

I'm going down!

Oh, Ember, don't fuss. They'll never see me.

Ooh!

- Oh! - Listen to me, Shawn.

This arsonist has already burnt 40 theaters.

And get this, with no flames, just blue and red smoke.

And creepy music.

The newspapers spoke of missing firemen...

Nah, idle gossip, maybe one or two.

- Hah! - Come on, Jimmy, spill it.

Alright. All of them.

- All of them? - What do you mean?

The firemen that go into the theaters, they don't come out.

They just disappear.

You're telling me that all the firemen

in New York have vanished?

All but one.

Oh, no, no, no, Jimmy.

I know what you're gonna ask me, but I'm out.

Hey, Shabbat Shalom, y'all! How ya doin'?

Don't forget to vote Jimmy Murray! Polls open on Tuesday.

Not Saturday. Good, right?

You got it? Okay.

No excuses, now. The show must go on!

I gotta do something now.

So I need you to run the fire investigation,

just for a few days, for old times' sake...

whaddya say ol' buddy, ol' pal o' mine? Oh, please, don't say...

- No. - No?