I see you, little brother.
Take me to the stars...
Go away... Go away...
Don't tell Mom I'm here...
You should go.
But I have a present for you, Ram.
It's a fire-burning Vimana!
That is from the story you tell me.
It is not just a story.
It is a great myth.
An epic poem!
I thought poetry was for girls.
That's the point, little brother.
Ladies love poetry.
And when you get older, and are healthy and strong,
we will go out together.
Women will not be able to resist the Arya brothers.
I am not handsome or charming like you.
You will be.
They will write songs about us.
-And epic poems! -And epic poems.
Tell me the story again.
The evil King Ravana
has taken Sita away in his fire-burning Vimana.
The Vimana is his spaceship.
And so Rama--
That's me.
-I'm Rama. -That's right.
And Rama becomes friends with Hanuman, the monkey god,
and together they defeat King Ravana and rescue Sita,
and Rama becomes king.
And Rama is given the fire-burning spaceship.
It is as bright as the sun,
and the excellent chariot rises up into the atmosphere,
higher and higher,
to the stars...
To the Moon,
and to Mars.
Don't tell Mom I'm here.
You should go.
But I have to finish the story for you, Ram.
We were just landing on Mars in our fire-burning Vimana!
No, Rohit, no...
Stay away from him!
He is sick!
I told him to go.
I told him to go...
We will go to the stars and the Moon and Mars
on this excellent chariot!
Rohit, get away!
Get away!