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Dad, when are you coming home?
Dear Dad,
when you come home, can you bring me a, um...
Bring me a...
Dear Dad,
I'm building a little boat just like yours.
A bit smaller.
It's got a ship's wheel, some sails, and an anchor.
Come back soon, little pigeon.
Morten?
Come on, Morten. It's the dress rehearsal.
We've got to dance for Mom and Dad, remember?
I'm not dancing, Elizabeth.
And those two stuffed parrots are your mom and dad, not mine.
What sort of spelling is that?
You'd better fix it, or I might have to sack you.
This isn't our job.
We're not sign writers.
Or people that can spell.
We are sailors.
The only sea you've ever sailed in is that bottle of lemonade.
We've got the tattoos to prove it.
- Oh, yeah. - Hmm.
Sailors indeed.
All that work for a bowl of soup and a few donuts?
What kind of life is that?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Morten!
Oh, Morten!
Morten!
Mm.
- Ow! - Leave that fish alone.
What do you mean? I'm sailing my boat.
Don't contradict me.
Ugh! Ow!
But a Captain never abandons his ship.
Aah!
You are no Captain, and that's no ship.
It is a ship!
And I am a Captain!
One-Eye was one of
the most mysterious figures in the pirate history,
some historians think he died after being marooned on a desert island
by his mutinous crew.
Some think, along with his gold, he lost his mind.
There's a storm coming!
Douse the sails!
In a moment of madness, he thought his castle was his ship.
Steady! Now, my beauty!
Take me to my treasure!
Huh?
Morten!
Huh?
Oh.
Whoo-hoo!
Dad!
Morten!
Whoa, whoa.
Huh?
Did you have a good trip, Captain?
Oh, strange things happen at sea, Morten.
Did I ever tell you about the dancing whales?
As light on their tailfins as ballerinas.
Where is Morten?
He's in his room.
That is so unprofessional.
What's he doing in his room?
You shoved him in there, remember?
Don't talk back. Now...
First position.
Up.
Higher.
How can I have an artistic thought in my head
when there are all these interruptions?
Here I am.
Oh, Captain Viks.
Welcome back.
Make yourself at home.
Thank you.
Hmm. How did you get out...
Such lovely curls.
So, Captain, I imagine your trip was full
of the most unbelievable adventures.
All believable, but fascinating.
When I was sailing in the south seas,
I was invited to tea
by some friendly locals.
Aah!
We had decks to swab and ropes to knot.
We didn't have time to hang around simmering
until I was tender.
So, I had to decline their kind invitation.
And as chance would have it...
we met an old friend who took me back to the ship.
That pigeon earned his corn always.
Then it was time for me to come back home.
Oh. How exciting that must have been, Captain.
Incredible.
Ah, the best donuts in the world.
Mmm. Divine.
Light as a butterfly, Elizabeth. Remember.
No donuts for you, dear.
Huh?
Time to weigh anchor.
Already?
Time and tide wait for no man.
Go away.
Aye, aye, Captain. Anchors away.
Uh...
You miss your mother?
We do too, you know?
I wish she'd never gone to sail with me.
It was so cold at the South Pole that
we thought we'd never make it back to the ship.
That's when your mother decided to become a penguin.
We don't blame her.
Most easily, become one myself.
You know that's not true, Dad.
Time to go.
I want to come with you.
One day, I'll take you.
In the meantime,
you might want to store the anchor for that ship of yours.
You'll be brave now, won't you?
You needn't worry. We are very happy to look after Morten.
We love him as if he were our own child.
Not much to shell from this trip.
Hmm.
No. Hardly dents your account.
He'll never be able to pay us what he owes us.
Don't worry, my dear.
I have a plan.
I'll find all the One-eye's pirate gold
if we have to pull every nail out of its stinking hull.
Morten?
That's beautiful.
Oh.
Huh?
Be a good lad and tell you mother Mr. Stinger is here.
She's not my mother.
Just tell her.
And say out of my way when I visit
my Butterfly Queen.
Wanna go to the show?
Yeah. Why not?
Come on, Killer.
Fog machine.
Unbelievemente.
Incredibile.
Maestro Cucaracha super check.
Buy a ticket. It's very cheap.
Come on.
Woof.
- Change this doggy. - Huh?
Wait and see.
- Grazie. Grazie. - That's some trick.
Whoops.
We used to queue for hours to watch you dance.
Oh, please.
Don't bring up those unpleasant memories.
Aah!
A most unfortunate accident indeed.
Nowadays, I choreograph ballets.
I call this piece "Butterfly in Blue."
You can be first mate.
Morten, pay attention.
Turn Killer back now.
He doesn't like being little.
And possibly, dead.
There's just a slight technicality.
A dimensional problem. Just give me a second.
Cucaracha Caputo.
- Look. Over there! Dolphins! - Huh?
Those are penguins, you liar. Cheat, get him!
Come back! Hold it right there.
Stop that at once.
Oh!
So unprofessional.
I said stop it!
Felix, go and check.
Aha!
What have we here?
A spider!
Oh!
Bravo!
Did you like it?
Oh, the finale was just...
Astonishing!
Oh, imagine what I could do if I had a real theater
with professional dancers.
But...
That would cost so much.
The Captain owes you money. Make him pay up.
Captain Viks hasn't got any money.
He'll never pay me what he owes me
for looking after that boy of his.
But what about the boat?
Nobody would buy that stinky old rust bucket.
I wouldn't be so sure.
Someone might get tricked into it.
Let me sign your guestbook with my golden pen before I go.
Please do.
There's a place where you can leave a comment.
About my ballet.
Oh!
Come on. This is the ship's wheel.
You have to go and hang on to it.
Goodbye, my dear.
A real sailor wouldn't play with a boat like that in the bath.
Salamander.
Zigfred, Zackfred, your'e wanted.
Gotcha.
All right. We're coming.
Uh, uh. What do you think? Spanner?
Hacksaw? Hammer?
Eh, chewing gum?
Oh, good man.
Thanks.
Not for you, you fool!
Easy for a pair of old sailors like us.
Aah!
My lovely floor!
Uh. No, no problem.
No problem. We can fix it. We can fix this.
No problem. It's okay.
Aah!
It's a beautiful ship.
Just magic.
If it was a real ship,
with real sailors...
I would be... Ow!
This is all your fault.
I give you food, an education, culture...
And you just throw it back in my face.
You, and that father of yours will be begging in the streets
by the time I'm finished with you.
Dad, where are you?
Hmm?
Stupido machine, stop!
Ya!
Mm.
Whoa.
I'm a Captain.
And this is my ship.
Aye, aye, Captain Morten.
Prepare to cast off.
Aye, aye, Captain Morten.
Whoa.
Full steam ahead!
- Perhaps my brother and I... - Can be of assistance?
Yes. You hold her steady while I check the rigging.
Is that your idea of a joke?
Very funny. Ha ha.
Hey! What do you think you're doing?
I'm the Captain.
The Captain.
Stop it. Let me go!
Let go of me.
Time for a bit of swimming practice.
But I can't swim.
Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?
It's never too late to learn.
Help! Somebody!
Gentlemen?
Can you please refrain from shouting?
The queen is asleep.
- It was him! - Whoa, Whoa!
No.
You're the one that was shouting.
Good gracious. Who is this unfortunate creature?
I have no idea.
Help!
- Help! - Hmm.
Lovely day for a swim.
Have we met before?
Help! Somebody!
Don't just stand there, you fools.
- Rescue him. - Oh. Right.
Help.
Careful with him.
He looks as if he might break.
Whoa.
Parson, these sea-men are out of control.
Lock them in the hull!
Of course. Aye, aye.
Avec plaisir. Right away.
Throw him in the hull.
He can be next.
Is that sugar?
Huh?
Hey, don't touch me!
Who's that?
Eliza.
What are you doing here?
I was just minding my own business,
enjoying the sunshine.
Then suddenly something picked me up,
and flung me into this dark pit.
I tried eating my way out,
but that just made things worse.
Whoa!
I had to plug the hole, and I've been sitting here ever since.
Sitting, and sitting. I'll probably go on sitting here forever and ever.
What kinda person would do something like that?
I mean, throw me into this dungeon.
I'm sure whoever did it didn't mean to hurt you.
Aw!
Oh, please stop crying.
We'll sort it out.
Hey, you up there. Hurry.
There's a hole in the hull.
Quiet down, you idiot.
What's the matter with you?
- Can't you hear me? - What is that awful noise?
It's a surprise for you.
You'll love it.
Always looking out for me, aren't you, Felix?
I do my best, mon amour.
Ha!
Prepare the prisoner. I want him all in one piece.
Make way for the queen.
All kneel for Her Majesty, the queen.
Long live her most beautiful gorgeousness.
Huh?
Long live the queen.
Thank you, my dear loyal subjects.
And don't worry. I shall definitely live longer than any of you.
A guest.
A very tasty guest, my lovely Queen.
Why isn't he kneeling?
Well, you always wanted to know what little boys are made of.
Oh, yes. He's very little.
And so cute.
This is your Captain speaking!
There's a hole in the hull.
I repeat, there's a hole in the hull.
Who told you that?
I saw it for myself.
I'm sure you didn't.
Yes, I did. With my own eyes.
We need to patch it up.
Or we'll sink.
Hmm. I think not.
Oh!
In case you hadn't noticed,
I'm the one in charge here.
If I say, "Bow,"
you bow.
If I say, "Jump,"
you ask, "How, how?"
Most important of all, when I say, "Dance,"
you'll dance. Felix?
Music please.
With pleasure.
Mm?
What do you think, Annabelle?
Time to eat?
Nothing like a work of art to stimulate the appetite.
This one's very fresh.
On the other hand, you are a good dancer.
Really?
And do we really need two wasps?
After all, they're identical.
Same tattoos, same stingers, same personality.
What's the point of having two?
No, no, no.
We're totally different.
Nothing like each other.
Absolutely nothing in common. Goodbye, bro.
Oh, I'll miss you.
No, I think not as much as I miss you.
No, really. I'll miss you more.
I'll miss you much more.
Stop that at once.
We'll have no fighting.
We'll just leave it to chance.
Shall we?
Huh.
Huh?
Aah! No. No!
Best of three. Best of three.
Please, best of three!
I don't think so.
Whoa!
Aah!
Oh. The best donuts in the world.
And all possible
because of the sacrifice made by a heroic wasp.
Delicious. Mm.
Absolutely divine.
Mm!
You're so good.
Oh, God, I miss you. I would've shared. Oh, you aren't here.
But you know what I mean. Oh, God. I'm so confused.
Now where's my little sweety pie.
Come on! We've got to clear the decks.
Sorry?
Get below before it's too late.
Darling, if I didn't like your style,
you'd be a plate of donuts by now.
But you must realize this is my party,
and nobody leaves until I say so.
Let's go below.
Oh!
Fear not, my sweet. Daddy will look after you.
Felix, show some guts.
If...
You insist.
Bit tastelessness and, uh...
Yeah, not very filling.
All it needs is some sugar...
Whoa!
Help!
Help.
Help!
Man overboard.
Cucaracha Caputo.
Help.
Hold on, Mr. Cucaracha.
Help!
Help.
Don't worry. Daddy's here.
We're going to drown.
Aah!
I can't keep the water out much longer.
Calm down, everyone.
There is nothing to be scared of.
How do you know that, Queen Annabelle?
I mean, how do you know?
I just know, all right?
Hey, hey! We did it!
See? I told you there was nothing to be scared of.
Right as always, my dear.
Come on now. Eat up.
Oh, I'm starving.
- Who said that? - It's me. Eliza.
Just look at you, girl.
I'm tired, I'm cold. And I'm starving.
And you're fat.
Fat as a pregnant pig.
Can I just have one little donut, please?
You know how much I love you, don't you?
Yes, I suppose so.
That's why you can't have any donuts.
It's for your own good.
Just one.
If I get any thinner, the water will come in.
The answer is still no.
One day, you'll thank me for it.
Mm.
That was a close call.
Capitano, terrible accidente.
The magical fog machine e distrutta.
Magic fog machine?
Is that what made this happen?
My fog machine
can do ab-solutamente anything.
Big, fat, tall, small,
but never what you expect.
Can I take a look at it?
Attenzione. Cucaracha Caputo.
What are you doing?
I'm steering the ship.
Well, you need to watch where you're going.
You almost got us all killed.
No, I didn't.
I saved the ship.
They would have all panicked if I hadn't shown them I was in charge.
I'll report you, er...
I'll report you on the hour
to update... To update you on our course.
You do that.
And no falling asleep on the job.
Or you'll know what'll happen to you.
You'll never get off this terriblo ship.
I devoted my whole life to this machine,
and what happens when I need it most?
Kaput!
Let me look.
What's this written on the side?
It's too dark.
I can't read it.
Attenzione!
Slippers, please.
Felix?
Slippers.
Slippers. At once, my dear.
You're a bit slow on the uptake this morning, Felix.
Awfully sorry. Won't happen again.
It better not,
unless you want to end up as the world's finest donut.
Don't worry, Daddy.
She's always like that.
Ignore her.
You're right, my darling.
Oh my.
Don't worry, Daddy. It'll be all right.
What's going on out here?
What happened to the bowing and scraping?
Long live the queen.
And you are?
- Captain... - No, not you. You.
- Who me? - Uh...
Exactly.
Peter, firefly extraordinaire.
And sailor of the seven seas.
I'm also a multi-talented baker. I don't know if you know that.
Shut it. Lamps should be seen and not heard.
I am Captain Stinger.
And this is my crew.
So, Captain Stinger,
who gave permission for you and your crew to board my ship?
Well, it wasn't this boy. He was tied up at the time.
And what brings you to my modest vessel?
I have a proposal for you, my dear.
A proposal?
How exciting.
It could make us a lot of money.
You begin to interest me, Captain Stinger.
More money than we could ever spend.
Do you dance, Captain?
I thought you'd never ask.
Mm.
So, what do you say, Queen Annabelle?
I'm thinking about it.
What you need on this ship is a Captain.
Yes.
One who doesn't fall asleep at the wheel.
You would never do that, would you, Captain Stinger?
No, I have a lamp to keep me awake.
One hundred percent guaranteed.
Multifunctional, water and shock-proof,
guaranteed for ten meters below sea level,
rust-proof and I have an excellent five-year warranty.
- Shut it, lamp. - Ow!
Perhaps you should give me something as a token of goodwill.
Your wish is my command.
Be brave, young man.
Yours is a heroic sacrifice.
Aye, aye, Captain.
It's a pleasure working with you, Captain Stinger.
Let this be the start of a beautiful friendship.
There.
That's where the treasure is.
That's just water.
No, my dear. It's tea.
One spoon per person, and one for pot.
Here you are, Captain.
The treasure's on the sea bed.
Seven fathoms down.
So, how do we get it?
Just wait and see.
Oh.
Oh, no problem. I'm fine.
- A donut, Captain? - Thank you.
Any good?
Delicious.
Can you give me the recipe?
Did you bring me a donut?
Trust me, you don't want any of those donuts.
I need some food.
If I get any thinner, the water will come in.
This will keep you going.
Thanks.
Is that all you've got?
I can't go on like this forever.
Don't worry, Eliza. I'll get us out of this.
But how are you going to do that?
You're just a boy.
Uh...
This is the spot.
Prepare to drop anchor.
Aye, aye, Captain.
Prepare the diver.
But how do we know that we can trust him?
Felix, I do believe you're jealous.
I haven't got anything against him,
but we don't know anything about him.
And you know what they say about scorpions.
They can't be trusted.
You worry too much.
Captain Stinger will make us all rich.
One day, you'll look back on this moment and laugh.
Hmm. Perhaps, you're right, my dear.
How does that feel?
But I can't swim!
Just as well.
That way, you can't escape.
Let me give you some advice.
For nothing, don't try and move.
Just stay where you are.
Do we have a choice?
Actually, no.
You see, 100% of the treasure
sounds better than a measly 50%.
Make sure it'll hold.
Wouldn't want anyone to lose their balance.
Time for a swimming lesson.
Yeah. Exercise is the secret of a healthy heart.
Don't worry, my little gooey-goo. It'll be all right.
Get him out of that suit and toss him overboard.
Thanks for your help.
Bye-bye now.
Get him!
Ooh.
Huh?
Mm!
Is the ship in trouble, Morten?
Pirates, Eliza.
No time to talk.
Be careful.
By the way, Eliza, I'm not just a boy.
I'm a Captain.
And this is my ship.
Yes.
And my mother told me there was no money in piracy.
Mothers just want their children to be successful.
My mother wanted me to shine,
not as a lamp.
Aah!
Huh?
Oh!
Huh?
- Gotcha. - Look out!
Whoa.
Too bad about your treasure, Captain.
Looks like you'll never see it now.
I couldn't let you leave with nothing.
Just a little something
to help you back on the straightened narrow.
Queen Annabelle, I think you should reconsider.
Yes. Perhaps, you're right.
You're such a strong, handsome Captain.
And we dance so well together.
But then again, you betrayed my trust and took over my ship.
You've got to look at the big picture.
I kept the ship safe.
But you see, I already have a Captain.
- A very brave one. - Ah!
And they say you should never trust a scorpion
no matter how well he can dance the tango.
Aah. Aah.
Aah!
But I can't swim.
And I'm allergic to water.
I might even catch a cold.
Help! Peter!
At last, he got it right.
My name's Peter.
And I'm a firefly, not a lamp.
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Yay! Hurray!
I know what you're all thinking.
Your Queen has saved you once again.
All hail the queen.
Long may she reign.
Long live the queen.
All kneel for Her Majesty the queen.
Stop sniveling.
What I need now is a Captain.
And I know the perfect candidate.
- Tilda. - What?
Who me?
- But... - But what, Tilda?
Are you doubting my judgment?
But I have no skills.
No education, no hobbies, no manners...
But I suppose the queen knows what she's doing.
We need a proper Captain.
There's danger all around us.
Felix, show this boy to the crow's nest.
Just look after that flag.
Can you do that for me, Sweety pie?
Anna, I'll just take a little walk.
Oh.
Whoa!
Aah!
Phew.
Oh. Oh, Daddy.
There there.
I told you there was nothing to worry about.
- Parson. - Yes?
Jump off to that mast and untie that line.
Me?
Oh. Aye, aye, Captain.
Zig, untie the other end.
Aye, aye, Captain.
Tilda.
Hmm... Make yourself useful.
Aye, aye, Captain.
Just a minute. I give the orders on this ship.
What's this?
The symbol of your power, Your Magnificent Majesty.
The crown of crowns.
Can't turn my back for two minutes without some sort of disaster.
Tilda, you were responsible for the ship.
In theory, but Zig was the one...
What?
I was doing just fine until that boy there interfered.
- Morten! - Hmm?
You stand accused of the crimes of piracy
on the seven seas.
Mutiny and gross dereliction of duty,
endangering the safety of other members of the crew,
deserting your post on the crow's nest,
in addition to which, you stand accused
of vandalizing our cultural heritage, and defiling the flag.
We hereby sentence the accused, Morten Viks,
to be transformed into a plate of the world's finest donuts.
Mm.
You may proceed.
Oui, madame. I shall proceed.
What do you think you're doing?
I'm the Captain.
Help!
- Help! - I'm coming.
Help!
That's beautiful.
No!
Oh. Ugh.
Hold on.
Stop!
Hold on tight.
Whoa! Whoa!
Morten!
Help!
Help.
Huh?
Help! Help!
Come on.
Oh.
What's this suitcase doing here?
Thanks for saving me, Eliza,
but I have to go back.
You can't.
It's too dangerous.
The ship will sink. I have to.
It's all right. I blocked up the hole.
That's great, Eliza.
What did you block it with?
Some of the cargo.
- Sugar? - Yes.
Then we must go back.
Sugar dissolves in water.
- But you must... - Oh!
Where are we?
No place for a butterfly.
Hmm.
That's Dad's ship.
Mm. Let's see.
Here we are, my beauty.
Help! Let me go.
Morten!
This won't hurt a bit.
Aah!
Come on.
Where are you, my beauty?
Come on now.
You can't hide from me forever.
Come on!
I see your home lacks a certain feminine touch, Mr. Stinger.
Yes, I'm sorry about the mess, my love.
I've been working on my collection.
It contains some rather interesting objects.
Like this ship's model, for example.
Exactly.
This model proves once and for all
that the Salamander once belonged to my ancestor, one-eyed pirate.
Oh. Now I understand your interest in buying that old...
I mean... It's a beautiful ship.
It must have great sentimental value.
It means as much to me as the ballet dance to you, my queen.
There's some fine wood in that ship. I think I'll have it dismantled.
We've got to stop him Eliza.
And you, my dear, can concentrate on your ballet.
Yes, he's evil.
What a kind man you are, Mr. Stinger.
Drink.
Would he really pull apart the Salamander?
Yes, please.
With the greatest pleasure.
Cheers.
What's the matter? You're not giving up.
But what can I do.
I'm just a little boy.
No, you're not.
You're a Captain who never abandons his ship.
- All right. Let's give it a go. - Yes!
Are you sure now?
I don't have a choice.
Then I'll say goodbye.
We'll see each other again.
I'm sure.
Hmph.
Whoa!
Whoa.
If the water raises anymore,
it'll squash us against the ceiling.
Aah! Where's Morten?
He'd know what to do.
Oh, God. Where is he? Where is he?
Now, Felix, show some guts.
If you insist.
Come on.
Stupida machina.
Can't even make a little radish talk.
Mr. Cucaracha.
Ah. It's you, mio amico.
Machine non-function.
Not make radish talk.
Here you go.
What's that written on the side?
"Warning: Keep out of reach of people
"who don't know what they are doing."
That's strange. Let me try.
Daddy, I'm hungry, Daddy.
It works. It works!
E un miracolo.
Machina functiona!
See, you just need to know what you're doing.
- Give it to me. - No, I need it.
Give it to me!
I'm starving here.
Hello, Sweety pie.
Huh?
Or is it, "Goodbye"?
Huh?
Uh-oh.
Oh. Looks like it's just you and me now.
Let me go. This is treason.
Get me out of here right this instance,
or you'll all end up as donuts.
Felix!
Mm.
Huh?
Hold on tight.
- Parson. - Me?
Get us to the crow's nest fast.
Come on, Daddy, show some guts.
If you insist.
Parson grasshopper Felix at your service, Captain Morten.
I'm starving.
I could just die for a nice donut.
Whoa. Whoa.
Felix!
Felix! Whoa!
See? I told you we'd meet again.
Sorry?
Morten.
I know. I'm sorry about before.
I didn't realize.
I've got something to say to you.
Yes, me too.
I feel the same way.
It's your dad. He's here.
Hmph.
You can't pay for your son's upkeep.
You've got huge debts,
and your only asset is the ship.
And no doubt, you've found a buyer for it.
Here's what I'm prepared to pay you.
This is what you owe Anna,
plus a small commission for her trouble.
See, you come out all right.
Don't take it!
He wants to take the Salamander apart, and sell it
bit by bit. And she's in on it.
That's it.
- You're grounded. - Hang on.
You're after that "pirate gold."
Pirate gold?
It... It's a secret.
I am the only one who knows.
Do you think so?
Remember I was telling you about One-eye, the pirate?
My great-great-granddad was there
when the Salamander was marooned.
One-eye was turned into a crab.
Before he crawled under a rock, he was able to say...
The gold is in the ship's timber.
Great-great granddad managed to get off the island.
He happened to meet my great-great-grandmother,
a wonderful lady, very rich.
She helped him buy the Salamander from a Shanghai trader.
And they searched the ship from bell to stern.
And?
Nothing. There wasn't any gold.
Nice story.
We don't believe a word of it.
Hang on a minute.
I read about One-eye
in my pirate book.
He went mad.
He thought his villa was really his ship.
That must be it.
The gold is in...
The timbers of your house.
Must be off.
Very nice chatting with you. Come on, Piggy wiggy.
Will the man with the golden pen take me with him?
Yes, come on, my butterfly queen.
We'll sell the cafe and flutter off into the sunset.
Don't worry about us.
We're leaving. It's over between us, Anna.
I'm going to fill you till you burst my little piggy wiggy.
She never seems to have enough.
Always hungry for more and more.
We'll just have to feed her more.
Come on, Piggy,
Let's find that treasure.
Bunch of ticks.
There is no treasure.
But the Salamander's a treasure.
Right you are, Captain Morten. Right you are.
Whoa.
Prepare to cast off.
Aye, aye, Captain Morten.
- Wait for me. - Huh?
I'm coming with you.
Can she come on board?
You're the Captain, it's our ship. We can do what we want.
We don't supposed you have much family left.
You can join us too.
We are always in need of able sea-men, haven't we, Captain?
No, we better hang...
You know, we better go. You know, Mr. Stinger will be waiting.
Yeah. We don't wanna keep Mr. Stinger waiting. Sorry.
Soon, you'll have a golden hand
with diamond nails on every finger, my darling.
Thank you, my dear.
Hey! No sleeping on the job.
You'd better find that gold, or you'll be sacked.
But we can't find anything.
Gold fever.
Ticks.
Oh, look.
Look, Dad. These nails are made of gold.
Well, look at that.
So there really is a treasure.
And it's holding the ship together.
What are we gonna do?
Put it back.
That's my boy.
Can we set sail now?
Anchors away, Captain Morten.
Full steam ahead!
Hoist the mainsail.
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