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| - Skipper: Skipper's log. Unbeknownst to my men, I have arrived in Shanghai on a super secret solo mission. Skipper: It's nice. (lifts his flipper) A little humid... Skipper: Intelligent sources put a shipment of weaponized soup dumplings on this dock. (kicks the crate open and jumps in front of it) The dim sum of all fears... Hans: There is no dim sum, dumdum! Skipper: (jumps back) Hans! Hans: Skipper, my old frienemy. Skipper: But you were in-- Hans: You think Hoboken can hold Hans the Puffin?! Skipper: Well, I... hoped. So this was-- Hans: A trap! Let's say we settle this with... mackerel! Skipper: Let's not! Hans: What was that?! We always fish fight! You could put an eye out with that thing! Skipper: We were in a rut. I don't wanna be in a rut with you, Hans. Hans: You hurt with your words, Skipper, so I will hurt with my feet! Skipper: Aha! Hans: You're right, Skipper, old chum. This does beat the fish! Skipper: Now, Hans, take it easy... Chinese My Car Guy: Wǒ de che!! (translation: "My Car!") Skipper: Why the puzzling half-smile that suggests you know something that I do not? Hans: How do you really think I got out of Hoboken, Skipper? Skipper: Work release program? Hans: I had help from someone you know! Skipper: Wha--? Dr. Blowhole: Pen-gyu-in! Skipper: Blowhole?! Dr. Blowhole: Was that an entrance or what? Not that you'll remember it, thanks to my,... (presses a button) Deep Voice: Mind Jacker. Dr. Blowhole: And now, you will forget everything. Most importantly, Dr. Blowhole: How to swim!
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