"What do you want me to do?

"Please be specific.

Your loyal servant, Buster."

"One more thing.

"There are a few questions about Atlantis "I'd like to ask you.

"Have the people learned to breathe water?

"Do you sleep in giant clamshells?

"Are your street lamps powered by electric eels?

"Do octopuses really have gardens and, if so, "do they weed the seaweed?

"I've heard that fish swim in schools.

"Do they also learn math in them?

"Is the cereal always soggy?

"Do the seahorses eat sea hay?

Do hermit crabs live alone?"

D.W. : What if the moon isn't bright enough?

The baby turtles could get lost.

We better bring them some flashlights.

I think they can manage just fine on their own.

Anyway, the hatching isn't for another day.

Parasites!

Troglodytes!

Ahoy, Captain!

Can we interest you in some fresh corn?

Thank ye, but I had me supper.

Ye caught me in a stormy mood.

Someone's been dumping plastic bottles into the sea.

He puts notes in them, too-- a terrible form of communication unless ye be in a genuine pickle.

D.W.: Hey, I bet that's the same person who put the note in the bottle you found.

Is he a sick genie?

Nay, he's some buffoon named Mustard.

At least I think that's his name.

I couldn't quite make it out.

(softly): Whew.

CAPTAIN JACK: The worst part is this thoughtless littering could keep the baby turtles from reaching the sea.

(gasps) Oh, no!

What do we do?

Clean up after yourselves, like the button says, and keep your eyes peeled for that Beast of the Beach: The litterer!

(whistling) You don't know anything about this "Beast of the Beach,"do you?

Who, me?

Of course not!

But I'll check in the book.

Mmm, that was delicious.

Can't eat another bite.

Okay, good night!