Game Script by angeldeb82

Version 2.0, Last Updated 2012-10-10

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Script (Continued)

Story

[Scene returns to normal as Guybrush slides down the manatee's esophagus.]

GUYBRUSH: Woaahhaaaahhhh! [lands with a thud] UGH! [He shakes his head, and Morgan slides down on her feet after him before she does her spin and lands safely on her feet and looks at him.]

MORGAN: Smooth. [stands up]

GUYBRUSH: Thanks for the push. [gets up and brushes off his sleeve] I'd never seen an epiglottis before. [They both get astonished at the sight of a tropical bar and cantina in the belly of the beast, and a man's whooping voice sounds off.]

MAN: [off-camera] WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! [They look around to see a bar pirate handing some sort of drink on a tusk-like cup.] DRINK! [He lifts the cup to his mouth and drinks it, and both Morgan and Guybrush are grossed out.]

GUYBRUSH: I think we just found De Cava's crew. [Another man's voice sounds off before they turn around to see who it is.]

CREW LEADER: What say you, digested SCUMM TM? [The two both look at each other for a few seconds.]

["You talkin' to me?" (PENDING)]

Or:

["Hey, who you calling SCUMM TM, Geppetto?"]

GUYBRUSH: Hey, who you calling SCUMM TM, Geppetto?

CREW LEADER: You!

Or:

["I'm sorry, we must have taken a wrong turn at Alcatraz." (PENDING)]

Or:

["Watch the name-calling, Flapjack." (PENDING)]

[NOTE: Again, regardless of which topic you choose, the story continues on as before.]

[Morgan looks far from amused before a gargling sound is heard. A manatee growth suddenly bulges out before a nerd with glasses busts out and lands on the floor face-down. She feels nauseous and covers her mouth before the nerd gets up.]

NERD: Welcome to paradise!

GUYBRUSH: [confused] Paradise?

BAR PIRATE: [walks up behind them] The land of everflowing relaxation, soothing tunes, and all the ichor you can stomach!

MORGAN: [grossed out] Eww.

CREW LEADER: What brings you down here? [The nerd walks up behind him while he speaks.]

GUYBRUSH: Just looking for your run of the mill Manatee Cochlea.

NERD: [excited] Hey! We've got--

CREW LEADER: [interrupts] That's enough. [to Guybrush] I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. And if I did, that would be a secret of the Brotherhood. [raises his fist as he speaks]

GUYBRUSH: The Brotherhood?

BAR PIRATE: The Democratically United Brotherhood of the Manatee Interior! United we stand! Together we party. [walks off]

MORGAN: And you guys just LIVE down here?

BAR PIRATE: [turns to her] You mean live it up! It's our own little slice of heaven.

CREW LEADER: Feel free to stay, but please, don't rock the manatee. [The three crew members split up and walk away.]

MORGAN: [to Guybrush] Here's the plan: you charge Johnny Cirrhosis over there [referring to the bar pirate] and I'll jump the leader [referring to the crew leader punching the manatee's tonsils like a punching bag] and eviscerate his vitals. The square playing the bongos [referring to the nerd] shouldn't be a problem for either of us. Whoever gets to him first scores the kill. Personally, I'll be going for his throat, he looks like a biter.

GUYBRUSH: I don't think that's a good idea.

MORGAN: You're right. I'll keep my distance and shoot for an artery.

GUYBRUSH: No no, I mean, we can't just slaughter these guys. The Voodoo Lady possessed De Cava and said they were necessary to getting the sponge.

MORGAN: [turns to him] Well, what's your plan?

GUYBRUSH: [raises his hook] I'm going to... go talk to them. [He walks off.]

MORGAN: Talk? [folds her shoulders in anger] Mighty Pirates don't talk! We don't have time to talk!

GUYBRUSH: [turns to her] Mo, sweetheart, this is what I do. So just sit back, relax and let Guybrush Threepwood take care of things. Go relace your corset or shine your pauldron or what have you.

MORGAN: Fine. But don't come running to me when negotiations fail. [She walks away.]

[Use Morgan's sword anywhere]

GUYBRUSH: I don't want to cut that.

[Guybrush talks to Morgan.]

GUYBRUSH: Hey, Mo.

MORGAN: What is it?

["Hey, what's with the attitude, I thought you were a fan?"]

GUYBRUSH: Hey, what's with the attitude, I thought you were a fan?

MORGAN: I AM a fan, I just thought I was the fan of a ruthless buccaneer, not some sensitive pastry chef.

GUYBRUSH: Hey! Pastry chefs are tough as nails! [raises his fist]

["You know, you can't just go through life cutting throats."]

GUYBRUSH: You know, you can't just go through life cutting throats and de-hand-itating people.

MORGAN: Oh yeah?

GUYBRUSH: Yeah...

MORGAN: Watch me.

["I need to infiltrate the Brotherhood and find the missing cochlea."]

GUYBRUSH: I need to infiltrate the Brotherhood and find the missing cochlea.

MORGAN: Sounds like a personal problem.

[E1. "I'll be back later."]

GUYBRUSH: Okay, I'll be back later.

MORGAN: Take your time.

GUYBRUSH: [to himself] Pretend wives sure are fickle. I wonder what my real wife is up to? Probably pining away for her mighty pirate husband. [Scene cuts to the outside of the manatee underwater before moving up to the view of the ocean. It is now morning as Guybrush's ship is sailing there, and the good-natured human LeChuck ponders about himself.]

LECHUCK: There's something about the open ocean that makes a man feel alive.

ELAINE: [pondering] I would imagine that simply having a pulse is a bit of an upgrade for you. *Cough... cough...* [returns from the deck, angry] How many more of these filthy creatures [referring to the monkeys on the ship] do we need to unload before we can meet up with Guybrush?

LECHUCK: Dozens. Seven more islands and one peninsula should suffice.

ELAINE: SEVEN?! [goes up to him] Listen, Chucky. Drop all the simians on the next patch of dirt we pass and then we find my husband.

LECHUCK: We can't do that, Elaine. [One of the monkeys fires a cannon, whose blast pushes it back, and the other two swordfight each other while LeChuck speaks.] These monkeys need to be given proper homes, far apart from each other. For their comfort and happiness. [Elaine turns into a zombie pirate spawn again.]

ELAINE: [monster voice] The chimps can roast on an open flame for all I care! [The monkey on the hatch is awed at the sight of her before she returns to normal, and one of the two monkeys near the stairs covers its eyes while another climbs up the stairs, and the hands of the other two monkeys reach out from the hatch before they drop down again.]

LECHUCK: [in fright] Elaine. You don't mean that.

ELAINE: Oh, I'm so sorry! You're right. [She turns to the monkeys.] I do apologize, monkeys. [text error says "I'm", voice says "I"] Lush homes, all around. [One monkey looks behind the mast, accepting her apology with a smile.]

LECHUCK: I do apologize for the inconvenience.

ELAINE: No need to apologize. [turns to LeChuck] Actually, it's crazy to say this, but I'm proud of you.

LECHUCK: [blushes] Really?

ELAINE: Look at you, going out of your way to set things right. Whoever [sic] thought LeChuck would do such a thing? [Both turn to look at the ocean.]

LECHUCK: It's only the beginning. [She puts her Pox-infected arm on his shoulder, while the monkeys, two of them swordfighting, look on with them, as one of them clings to the edge of the deck before the scene fades to black and back to the belly of the manatee where Guybrush is.]

[Guybrush looks at the strange growth...]

GUYBRUSH: Hmm...

[...and at the skeletal pirate.]

GUYBRUSH: Come here often? [The skeleton just sits still doing nothing.]

["Strong, silent type, huh?"]

GUYBRUSH: Strong, slient type, huh? [The skeleton just sits still doing nothing.]

["Guybrush Threepwood is the mightiest pirate ever. Agreed?"]

GUYBRUSH: Guybrush Threepwood is the mightiest pirate in all of the Caribbean and LeChuck is a pansy. Say nothing if you agree. [The skeleton just sits there as if in agreement.] Alll right [sic].

[E. "Catch ya later, don't work too hard."]

GUYBRUSH: Catch ya later, don't work too hard. [The skeleton still sits here, and Guybrush walks away.]

[He talks to the bar pirate.]

GUYBRUSH: [waves his hook hand] Hi there, Guybrush Threepwood.

BAR PIRATE: [puts down the funnel] Hola, I'm Moose and that's my boy Santino. [referring to the skeleton]

GUYBRUSH: He has a name?

MOOSE: Uh, yeah. It's more of a moniker. Like "The Santino." He's the coolest cat I've ever known.

GUYBRUSH: Ah. Right on. Dude.

MOOSE: Can I interest you in a beverage? [takes the funnel while he speaks]

GUYBRUSH: That's quite the straw.

MOOSE: Sometimes you just want a quick rush of ichor. [holds the funnel again] This baby does the trick.

GUYBRUSH: I REALLY shouldn't.

MOOSE: All right, man... but that means you gotta double up next time. [puts the funnel away]

GUYBRUSH: Fair enough.

["Is there a substantial amount of lead in your drink?"]

GUYBRUSH: Is there a substantial amount of lead in your drink?

MOOSE: Nah, man, this is pure, unfiltered ichor. I got hooked on this stuff when we landed down here.

GUYBRUSH: You're drinking it.

MOOSE: You better believe it. And it flows in abundance, my friend.

[R1. "Tell me about ichor. Any favorite vintages?"]

GUYBRUSH: [shrugs his shoulders] Tell me about ichor. What sort of varietals does it come in? Any favorite vintages?

MOOSE: Three years ago was a solid year. Potent stuff. This here is the orange. I dig it. It's got a bubbly effervescence with a tangy palette. [giggles] Watch out for the yellow stuff you see in the pools though, man, the stuff will peel the shell off a nautilus.

["What's with the funnel?"]

GUYBRUSH: What's with the funnel?

MOOSE: That's Jumbo Jimbo, my custom drinking apparatus. I break it out for special occasions.

GUYBRUSH: Like lunchtime?

MOOSE: It's important to celebrate life, bra.

["What can you tell me about the missing cochlea?"]

GUYBRUSH: What can you tell me about the missing cochlea?

MOOSE: Nothin', that's a secret for brothers only.

["I've been thinking I'd like to join your group."]

GUYBRUSH: I've been thinking I'd like to join your group.

MOOSE: You'd have to talk to Bugeye about that. He's our unofficial head honcho, hombre.

[E1. "See ya."]

GUYBRUSH: See ya.

MOOSE: Later on. [takes the funnel again]

[Look at another grub if you already have one]

GUYBRUSH: [Oooh,] One at a time. The last thing I need is them colonizing my trousers.

[Look at the grub near Moose if you don't have one]

[A grub crawls near Guybrush]

GUYBRUSH: Eww, a slimy grub. [The grub crawls up his foot before he kicks it off and takes it.] Gotcha! [puts it in his pocket]

[Guybrush next talks to the bongo pirate.]

GUYBRUSH: Ahoy there.

NERD: Oh, hi.

GUYBRUSH: You're in charge of the tunes, huh?

NERD: I just like to play. It relaxes me.

GUYBRUSH: I can relate, I went through a mouth harp phase. I'm Guybrush Threepwood, mighty pirate.

NERD: I'm Noogie. What's your pretty girlfriend's name?

GUYBRUSH: [Oh,] She's not really my girlfriend. Her name's Morgan LeFlay... why, you think she's hot stuff?

NOOGIE: Well... yeah.

GUYBRUSH: She'd chew you up like a pinky finger in a piranha pool.

NOOGIE: Heh... awesome.

["I've been thinking I'd like to join your group."]

GUYBRUSH: I'd been thinking I'd like to join your group.

NOOGIE: Oh, well, Bugeye generally handles administrative matters, you should talk to him.

["You enjoy it down here?"]

GUYBRUSH: You enjoy it down here?

NOOGIE: Oh yes. I would've never been able to abandon Coronado De Cava, but once we split, I realized what I'd been missing. I'll never work for another tyrant again. Democracy makes life worth living. It gives me a voice.

GUYBRUSH: The humidity doesn't get to you?

NOOGIE: You adjust to it.

["Tell me about the missing cochlea."]

GUYBRUSH: You seem like a stand-up sort of guy. Tell me about the missing cochlea.

NOOGIE: [becomes strict] Never. I made a promise of Brotherhood with these men and I'll never break it. It's a secret for brothers only.

[E1. "Bye, Noogie."]

GUYBRUSH: Bye, Noogie.

NOOGIE: [with a smile] Bye. [sets down to play the bongos again]

[Guybrush looks at the weird bump...]

GUYBRUSH: Hmm...

[...and at the bongos.]

GUYBRUSH: Are those manatee flesh bongos?

NOOGIE: Yeah, they produce a great sound. I think it's because they're full of bile.

GUYBRUSH: Pity it doesn't work that way with people.

[Guybrush walks down the slope and talks to the surly pirate.]

GUYBRUSH: Ahoy there... I'm sorry, I don't think I got your name.

BUGEYE: [looks at him] It's Bugeye. [stops training]

GUYBRUSH: I've been doing some thinking and I'd like to join the Democratically United Brotherhood of the Manatee Interior.

BUGEYE: Is that so?

GUYBRUSH: Yep, although I'm applying to the Oligarchical Society of the Alpaca Farm as a safety.

BUGEYE: This wouldn't have anything to do with a missing cochlea, would it?

GUYBRUSH: No way! I just like the cut of your jib.

BUGEYE: Well, admittance is as simple as a unanimous vote, even for a pirate such as yourself. We're a democracy, after all. Noogie, Moose, Santino and myself founded our collective after growing tired of slaving away on the crews of tyrannical adventurers, always after some meaningless trinket.

GUYBRUSH: Like, say, a giant sponge?

BUGEYE: Precisely. We're never going back to our old lives. The Brotherhood was formed to make sure THIS adventure is a never-ending one.

GUYBRUSH: Down with the man, and all of that.

BUGEYE: Would you like me to call a vote? [text error adds an "a" between the words "to" and "call"]

[E2. "Nah." (SEE NEXT DIALOGUE CHOICE)]

Or:

[E1. "Yes! I'm a shoe in."]

GUYBRUSH: Yes! I'm a shoe in.

BUGEYE: [calls out] Gentlemen! [points at Guybrush] Goldilocks here would like [to] join the Brotherhood!

MOOSE: Sweet, voting time, my favorite! [He walks off, and a short time later De Cava's crew arrives before Bugeye stands beside Guybrush.]

BUGEYE: Brother Noogie, concerning the initiation of one Guybrush Threepwood, what say you?

NOOGIE: [points at Guybrush] Umm... no. [Uh,] No, I don't think so. What's he got to offer?

BUGEYE: Brother Moose? What say you?

MOOSE: I gotta vote with my boy Santino on this one. [Santino is still silent.]

BUGEYE: An obvious no.

GUYBRUSH: [surprised] What? This is ridiculous!

MOOSE: Yeah, nah, bro.

BUGEYE: And of course, my vote. Which is NO.

GUYBRUSH: Shocker.

BUGEYE: Not a single yea.

GUYBRUSH: [disappointed] This is worse than when I ran for class president. [They all walk away, and Bugeye returns to play with his punching bag some more.]

[Guybrush looks at the pile o' treasure...]

GUYBRUSH: Piles of fabulous treasure. But what I need is a voodoo-sucking sponge.

[...at the punching bag...]

GUYBRUSH: Doesn't that hurt the manatee?

BUGEYE: It's an animal, it doesn't seem to mind.

GUYBRUSH: Note to self -- keep Bugeye away from [the] Spinner Cay Sea-Pony shelter.

[...at the festive skull...]

GUYBRUSH: Festive.

[...at the painting...]

GUYBRUSH: The plaque reads - Fisheyes Alabaster, Anarchosocialist Pirate Philosopher. One day I hope my portrait has such a fancy plaque... soiled and forgotten in the bowels of a manatee.

[...at the pool of bile...]

GUYBRUSH: A pool of acidic yellow bile.

[...at the shipwreck...]

GUYBRUSH: It's a ship named "The Howler Monkey."

[...and at its figurehead.]

GUYBRUSH: [looks up] That's one angry monkey. Like, baboon angry.

[Look at the festive skull again]

GUYBRUSH: Hey there.

[Look at the pile o' treasure again]

GUYBRUSH: All this treasure can't be good for the manatee's digestion.

[Look at the painting again]

GUYBRUSH: The portrait of Fisheyes Alabaster. It's covered with ancient grime. I can't see the painting.

[He goes to the wobbly treasure chest, where he suddenly hears a voice from inside...]

VOICE: Let me out of here and I'll spare your miserable life!

Or:

VOICE: I can't feel my legs! Little help.

[...and tries opening it.]

GUYBRUSH: It's locked. [He kneels down and uses his hook hand as a lockpick to open the lock.] There, all unlocked! [gets up] My hook is pretty handy... [he looks at the hook hand and sighs] but sometimes I miss the ol' opposable digits. [Camera moves to the pile of treasure before moving away and cutting to the Marquis De Singe's lab in Flotsam Island, where De Singe looks at Guybrush's hand that he holds and places in a large beaker.]

DE SINGE: [astonished] Sacrebleu! The molecules are synthesizing! The formula is actualizing! [rises up as if in triumph] Science! I have science here! [He claps his hands as he shouts before the camera moves to some serum being created from the extractions from the hand, and he puts his finger to his lips in an idea in close-up.] La mort est tu[é]e... [Scene cuts to black before returning to the belly of the manatee again, where Guybrush slowly opens the treasure chest and looks inside, and smiles at the familiar voice.]

VOICE: WOE UPON THEE, FOOLISH MORTAL! [The voice belongs to Murray, the talking skull of the Monkey Island series as he continues to speak.] YOU HAVE UNLEASHED CERTAIN DOOM UPON ALL YOUR FEEBLE FLESHY KIND, FOR THE WRATH OF MURRAY SHALL BE-- [Guybrush closes the chest before Murray finishes with "Very funny!" and the chest is opened again a few seconds later.]

GUYBRUSH: Hi, Murray!

MURRAY: Threepwood. I suppose I should have expected this.

GUYBRUSH: Long time no see! How did you get trapped in here?

MURRAY: I'm not trapped!

GUYBRUSH: Okay, what were you doing before you chose to hang out in a treasure chest inside of a manatee?

MURRAY: Well, my legions of undead marines had brought an armada of Spanish clippers to their knees when a mighty tempest tossed our ship.

GUYBRUSH: I don't remember hearing about any battle with the Spanish armada.

MURRAY: Ha! As if we would allow a soul to live to tell the tale.

GUYBRUSH: Would you like some help?

MURRAY: Help?! Ha! HELP?! I will end you!

GUYBRUSH: Okay, then. Well, it was nice talking to you, Murray. [He starts to close the chest when...]

MURRAY: [text error adds a "Grr...."] Um... maybe a little. [Guybrush opens the chest again.]

GUYBRUSH: Come again?

MURRAY: Perhaps a lift.

GUYBRUSH: [realizes] Oh! You'd like help! Let's go, pal. [He takes Murray from the chest and puts him in his pocket.]

MURRAY: [off-camera] Ah! It's dark in here! And why does it smell like rotten marmalade?

[Examine Murray]

GUYBRUSH: Everything okay in here?

MURRAY: You've gotta get rid of this grub, I almost swallowed it.

GUYBRUSH: But you can't taste anything.

MURRAY: It's still disgusting!

Or:

[If you DIDN'T have the grub]

GUYBRUSH: Having a good time?

MURRAY: You and I should team up to take over the manatee, sail it to Booty Island, [again, text error put in the small "i" in "Island"] and sack the harbor in a storm of blubber!

GUYBRUSH: I'll take it under advisement.

[Look at the treasure chest again]

GUYBRUSH: Nothing more in there. I guess it only had room for one demonic skull.

[Guybrush jumps into the odd protuberance, and flows through the tube from inside, but gets stuck before he returns to where the weird bump and strange growth are.]

GUYBRUSH: Well, that's not gonna work.

[Try using Murray on the clogged protuberance]

MURRAY: [yells off-camera] What are you doing?!

GUYBRUSH: I don't know. Experimenting.

MURRAY: [off-camera] [Well,] Experiment with something else!

[He next jumps into the strange growth and goes through the tube before ending up at where Moose is.]

GUYBRUSH: Moist but expedient.

[Talk to Santino]

GUYBRUSH: Come here often? [Santino just sits still doing nothing.]

[If you didn't already replace Santino's head with Murray, and got to the Pirate Face-Off, as I will mention below...]

["ARRR!"]

GUYBRUSH: [makes a mean pose] ARRR! [Santino is still silent.] Scared ya stiff, huh?

["What's with the No votes? I wasn't the one who killed you."]

GUYBRUSH: [frustrated] What's with the No votes? I wasn't the one who killed you. [Santino is still silent, as usual, before Guybrush speaks up again after a few seconds.] ...Was I?

[E. "Catch ya later, don't work too hard."]

GUYBRUSH: Catch ya later, don't work too hard. [Santino still sits here, and Guybrush walks away.]

[Try to use Murray anywhere]

MURRAY: [text error adds a "Man,"] You keep some strange things in your pockets.

Or:

MURRAY: The grub is in my eye, IT'S IN MY EYE!!!

[If you close the inventory with only Murray in it]

MURRAY: [off-camera] Come back!

Or:

MURRAY: [off-camera] Grr....

Or:

MURRAY: [off-camera] See ya!

[If you open your inventory a few more times]

MURRAY: If only I could leverage your power of mobility for true evil...

[Show Murray to Noogie]

GUYBRUSH: [takes out Murray] Check this out!

MURRAY: Salutations, four-eyes!

NOOGIE: [angry] Hey, that's not nice!

GUYBRUSH: Yeah, I can't control him.

NOOGIE: Sure you can't. Nice trick though. [He starts playing the bongos again.]

[He takes out Murray and looks at both him and Santino in familiarity before placing him back in his pocket, then gets angry.]

GUYBRUSH: Ugh, [well,] it's not a clip-on.

[If you try to use Morgan's sword on Santino when Moose is not distracted]

[Guybrush pulls out the sword to cut off Santino's head, but...]

MOOSE: [surprised] Whoa, what are you doing, bro? [Guybrush just looks at Moose in embarrassment and then at Santino before putting the sword back.]

[E1. "I saw a spider."]

GUYBRUSH: I, uh... saw a spider on Santino here.

MOOSE: Don't harm a creature of the manatee, bro! Santino doesn't mind. He loves bugs.

Or:

[E2. "I was going to give Santino a quick shave." (PENDING)]

Or:

[E3. "I'm lopping Santino's head off." (PENDING)]

[Guybrush talks to Moose again.]

GUYBRUSH: Hi.

MOOSE: 'Sup.

[R3. "Think I could count on your vote into the Brotherhood?"]

GUYBRUSH: Think I could count on your vote?

MOOSE: Man, that's a tough one. I try not to get too wrapped up in the politics of the group. That's the beauty of democracy, man -- let other people make the big decisions, and you can just ride the wave. I just vote for whoever Santino goes in for.

[E2. "I propose a toast! It's a special occasion!"]

GUYBRUSH: I propose a toast! It's a special occasion!

MOOSE: Righteous! What's the occasion?

[E1. "Diwali!"]

GUYBRUSH: Diwali!

Or:

[E2. "Pirate history month!"]

GUYBRUSH: Pirate history month!

Or:

[E3. "Fruit Tuesday!"]

GUYBRUSH: Fruit Tuesday!

Or:

[E4. "Día de los muertos!"]

GUYBRUSH: Día de los muertos!

Or:

[E5. "Take your daughter to work day!"]

GUYBRUSH: Take your daughter to work day!

MOOSE: Woohoo! [He takes the funnel out and drinks from it.]

[If you use the bar tap while Moose is distracted]

[Guybrush tries reaching for the bar tap and pulls the handle, and ichor pours down.]

GUYBRUSH: Eww.

[If you use the bar tap while Moose is NOT distracted]

[Guybrush tries reaching for the bar tap, but...]

MOOSE: Whoa, brother, watch the brew. Party foul.

GUYBRUSH: Sorry. Do you really like this stuff?

MOOSE: Do walrus whiskers tickle when they kiss ya?

GUYBRUSH: Boy, do they.

[While Moose is drinking from the funnel, Guybrush pulls out Morgan's sword and slices off Santino's neck before putting the sword back. As Moose finishes drinking, Guybrush approaches Santino with Murray still in his pocket before talking to Moose to distract him again.]

GUYBRUSH: Hey, Moose! Did you know it's Hug An Otter Day?

MOOSE: No way! That deserves a drink! [He lifts the funnel to his lips again, and while he drinks, Guybrush looks at Santino's skull for a bit before he takes out Murray, and carefully uses his hook hand to take Santino's skull while using his right hand to place Murray on Santino's neck, and he smiles as he lifts the skull before tossing it into the pool of bile.]

MURRAY: Hahaha! Threepwood, you have made the greatest mistake of your life! In my new corporeal form, I will scorch these lands to the ground, only to rebuild them in my nefarious, almighty image! [text error misspells "almighty" as "all-mighty"]

GUYBRUSH: So, you like your new setup?

MURRAY: I do.

MOOSE: [pours the ichor into the funnel again] Santino! Bro! You want to spot me on this one?

MURRAY: [while Moose drinks] Men pledge their allegiance to me! Our brotherhood is a bond forged in the flames of hell! [Moose becomes shocked at the fact that his Santino can now talk.] Perhaps I will revel in this union of brothers for a moment.

GUYBRUSH: Before burning the world?

MURRAY: Terror will come to this manatee, rest assured! [Guybrush heads back through the strange growth to where the clogged protuberance is, then jumps into the weird bump and goes through the tube before ending up at where Noogie is, then talks to him again.]

GUYBRUSH: Noogie, my man! [Noogie stops playing the bongos again.]

[E3. "I could really use your vote into the Brotherhood."]

GUYBRUSH: I could really use your vote into the Brotherhood.

NOOGIE: Oh, I don't know about that. We've got a pretty stable foursome here. And I don't think Bugeye likes you much anyway.

GUYBRUSH: Well, let me do you a favor.

NOOGIE: Like?

["I'll give you my prize pocket protector!"]

GUYBRUSH: I'll give you my prize pocket protector!

NOOGIE: Why would I want that? What am I? Some kind of nerd?

GUYBRUSH: Uh... sextant do anything for ya?

["I'll do your laundry for a week!"]

GUYBRUSH: I'll do your laundry for a week!

NOOGIE: We let the manatee's natural enzymes run their course when it comes to cleanliness, so, no.

[E. "I'll get you a date with Morgan LeFlay!"]

GUYBRUSH: I'll get you a date with the beautiful, dangerous Morgan LeFlay.

NOOGIE: Really? You think she'd say yes?

GUYBRUSH: To a stud such as yourself? [snaps his finger] Of course.

NOOGIE: Wow, okay. If the date goes well, [snaps his finger] you have my vote.

GUYBRUSH: Deal.

NOOGIE: In the meantime, here is a new member's manual, [takes out the manual and gives it to Guybrush] it might be worth looking over if you're serious. It's full of our initiation rituals, neophyte duties, etcetera.

GUYBRUSH: Hazing rituals?

NOOGIE: By law, we're no longer allowed to use the word hazing. We call them enhanced initiation techniques.

GUYBRUSH: Sounds delightful. One date, coming up. [He then goes to talk to Morgan.] Hey, Mo.

MORGAN: What is it?

[E2. "See Noogie over there? Pretty cute, eh?"]

GUYBRUSH: It's not really the best time for this, but [uh,] how about that guy over there, pretty cute, huh?

MORGAN: Four-eyes? Kinda portly if you ask me.

GUYBRUSH: Come on! You should go on a little manatee date with him.

MORGAN: [in disgust] No way. I've feigned enough romance for one day.

GUYBRUSH: Well, what about...

["Just go give him a quick back massage."]

GUYBRUSH: Go give him a quick back massage.

MORGAN: No way!

["Take him for a walk around a bile pool."]

GUYBRUSH: Take him for a walk around a bile pool.

MORGAN: Never!

[E. "Did I say date? I meant RECON mission."]

GUYBRUSH: Did I say date? Hahaha... I meant RECONNAISSANCE mission. He's dangerous. My guess? Assassin.

MORGAN: ...Really?

GUYBRUSH: Yeah, really. Here's the play.

MORGAN: Shoot.

GUYBRUSH: It's a three-phase operation. First you should...

["Slyly interrogate him."]

GUYBRUSH: Interrogate him, ask him about himself. Let's figure out where this lowlife is from.

MORGAN: Okay.

GUYBRUSH: Second, you must...

["Reflex test. Throw a rock at him." (optional)]

GUYBRUSH: Throw a rock at his head and see if he snatches it out of the air. That way we have an assessment of his reflexes.

Or:

["Test his grip, in case it comes to fisticuffs."]

GUYBRUSH: Take his hand, test his grip. In case it comes to fisticuffs.

MORGAN: Okay.

GUYBRUSH: Lastly...

["Inspect his gums in case he is a biter." (optional)]

GUYBRUSH: Inspect his gums for pathogens. In case he is a biter we need to know what sort of infections we'll be dealing with.

Or:

["Check for weapons."]

GUYBRUSH: Check for weapons, give him a pat-down. When things turn to duck soup, we need to know what we're facing.

MORGAN: Okay. Okay, so... [She makes a to-do list of stuff.]

1. MORGAN: Interrogate.

2. (optional) MORGAN: Reflex test. And then...

Or:

2. MORGAN: Test his grip. And then...

3. (optional) MORGAN: Inspect his gums for disease.

Or:

3. MORGAN: Check for weapons.

GUYBRUSH: You got it. Good luck. [snaps his fingers] I've got your six.

MORGAN: Thanks... [She walks off, and Guybrush looks at her go. A few moments later, he sits around to see how it went, then stands up and walks to where Noogie is, when Morgan returns, but doesn't stop as she rolls her eyes before he goes to Noogie.]

[If you gave her the wrong phases for the mission]

GUYBRUSH: Hey, Noogie, how was the date?

NOOGIE: Terrible!

GUYBRUSH: Uh oh, what happened?

[If you chose to test Noogie's grip first]

1. NOOGIE: She just walked over and took my hand, like she owned me!

GUYBRUSH: Hey, some guys are into that.

NOOGIE: Come on! Warm a guy up first! Get to know a fella!

[If you chose to interrogate first]

1. NOOGIE: It was going all right, for a minute. First she wanted to know all about me. She was interested right off the bat.

GUYBRUSH: That doesn't sound so bad.

[If you chose to check for weapons second]

2. (optional) NOOGIE: But then... She put her hands all over me! There was no warning up to it or anything! I think she's desperate.

GUYBRUSH: Ugh.

NOOGIE: She was so forward. I'm a guy, I can be physical. But I'm not a piece of meat.

GUYBRUSH: I understand that.

Or:

[If you chose the reflex test second]

2. (optional) NOOGIE: But then... She threw a rock at my head! It really hurt!

GUYBRUSH: Hey, some guys are into that.

NOOGIE: I don't want any rough stuff! She could've killed me!

Or:

[If you chose to inspect his gums second]

2. (optional) NOOGIE: But then... She shoved her hands into my mouth! Why would I ever want that?

GUYBRUSH: Different strokes, you know?

NOOGIE: [angry] Not for this guy! Ever!

[If you chose to test his grip second]

1. NOOGIE: It was going all right, for a minute. First she wanted to know all about me. She was interested right off the bat.

GUYBRUSH: Then what?

2. NOOGIE: Then she made the first move and took my hand. I knew I was doing well. Second base!

GUYBRUSH: That doesn't sound so bad.

NOOGIE: But then... [He mentions the third wrong move in the same way as the second.]

[First-time failure]

GUYBRUSH: Wow, I'm sorry things didn't go as well as you'd hoped.

NOOGIE: It's not your fault, I just don't think she's for me.

GUYBRUSH: Well... do you think I could have your vote anyway?

NOOGIE: I don't think so.

GUYBRUSH: Let me go talk to her. I still see love in the future for you two crazy kids.

NOOGIE: Okay...

[Other-time failure]

GUYBRUSH: Man, I'm sorry it didn't go better this time.

NOOGIE: It's not your fault, I just don't think she's for me.

GUYBRUSH: Let me go talk to her. I still see love in the future for you two crazy kids.

NOOGIE: Okay... [He continues to play the bongos while Guybrush talks to Morgan again.]

GUYBRUSH: Hey, Mo.

MORGAN: What is it?

[The same conversation repeats again.]

[R. "What were the findings of your mission?"]

GUYBRUSH: What were the findings of your mission?

MORGAN: I don't think he's much of a threat.

GUYBRUSH: No?

MORGAN: File him under Pansy with a capital P.

[RE. "I need you to go on another 'recon' mission."]

GUYBRUSH: I need you to go on another recon mission.

MORGAN: Who this time?

GUYBRUSH: Well, Noogie again. I just don't think our information is solid.

MORGAN: Really? Okay, I'll do my best.

GUYBRUSH: That's the spirit. [He then repeats the three-phase operation to her, getting it right this time.]

[If you got the phases right (1. interrogate, 2. test his grip and 3. check for weapons) and Guybrush and Morgan pass each other when he goes to Noogie...]

GUYBRUSH: Hey, Noogie, how was the date?

NOOGIE: At first I was really nervous.

GUYBRUSH: Yeah?

NOOGIE: But it turned out GREAT! She was so into me. First she wanted to know all about me. She was interested right off the bat!

GUYBRUSH: Nice!

NOOGIE: Then she made the first move and took my hand. I knew I was doing well. Second base!

GUYBRUSH: Mister Big Stuff over here!

NOOGIE: And then before I knew it, [text says "know", voice says "knew"] she's got her hands all over me! It was AWESOME. The perfect date.

GUYBRUSH: Glad to hear it went well. So I've got your vote!

NOOGIE: Certainly! Oh man, I'm putting all of this in my journal. I even found a strand of her hair on my vest. That's going in too. As a keepsake.

GUYBRUSH: Getting creepy.

NOOGIE: Hehe, [uh,] sorry.

[Examine the new member's manual]

GUYBRUSH: It reads: The Democratically United Brotherhood of the Manatee Interior: A Guide for the Newly Initiated. The first chapter is "Initiation and You." Hmm. The cover is loose.

[Use the new member's manual anywhere]

GUYBRUSH: This member's manual seems too important for that. [NOTE: Text error is missing an apostrophe in "member's", and it's repeated often, but no matter what, I'm sticking with "member's".]

[Guybrush talks to Bugeye again.]

GUYBRUSH: Ahoy there.

BUGEYE: [distracted] Now what? [turns to Guybrush again]

[NOTE: (E2.) If you had chosen "Nah." instead of "Yes! I'm a shoe in" the first time you talk to Bugeye...]

GUYBRUSH: Not right now. [The next set of dialogue options comes up.]

["Give me the skinny about the missing cochlea."]

GUYBRUSH: Give me the skinny about the missing cochlea, I can keep a secret. I'll never break. Except in the face of porcelain... or tickle torture.

BUGEYE: Perhaps you didn't hear before when you were told that it was a secret of the Brotherhood?

GUYBRUSH: I did, but I figured you told everybody that, and come on, I'm Guybrush Threepwood.

BUGEYE: I don't care if you're the Queen of Swaziland or the Ghost Pirate LeChuck. [text error misspells "Swaziland" as "Swasiland"]

GUYBRUSH: I've killed him a few times.

BUGEYE: Sure you have, creampuff.

["You're a real killjoy."]

GUYBRUSH: You're a real killjoy.

BUGEYE: [strict] I don't take kindly to ruffians messing with the dynamics of the Brotherhood.

GUYBRUSH: [shoots back] Aren't you a bit like the tyrants you claim to hate?

BUGEYE: I don't appreciate your inference, sweet roll. We do everything democratically down here. Noogie, Moose and Santino carry equal weight in every decision.

GUYBRUSH: How about your decision to be a jerk?

BUGEYE: [smiles] No, that one's all me.

[R1. "Tell me about Fisheyes Alabaster."]

GUYBRUSH: Fisheyes Alabaster, renowned philosopher or spooky old man who lived at the end of the lane?

BUGEYE: Fisheyes was the first to see the honor in mutineering. He was a professional lookout for many years, until the strain ruptured his optic nerves. It ruined his face, but expanded his mind. He never worked another day in his life. We soldier on in his memory. [NOTE: Of course, that wasn't all. There was more to Fisheyes Alabaster than just his short story. For more info, see The Untold (Back)Story of Fisheyes Alabaster sub-section of The Secrets of "Lair of the Leviathan". Otherwise, back to the story.]

[E3. "Will you vote me into the Brotherhood?" (first time)]

GUYBRUSH: What do you say about giving a nod to old Guybrush Threepwood come voting time?

BUGEYE: Sure.

GUYBRUSH: Come on, why n-- wait, really?

BUGEYE: You can have my vote as soon as you beat me in a pirate face-off. We don't want any weenies in the Brotherhood.

GUYBRUSH: Is this going to hurt?

BUGEYE: Just your pride, Johnny Cakes. I give you my best pirate face and then all you have to do is top it. Originality counts.

GUYBRUSH: I'm a pirate with a face, this should be a cinch. [He goes toward the slope, followed by Bugeye, before stopping.]

BUGEYE: Ready? I'll go first. [Moose runs up to Guybrush and Bugeye as Morgan follows.]

MOOSE: All right! We're ready for some pirate-face-off action! [cracks his knuckles while he speaks] It's Bugeye, the Viceroy of Visages, versus... [He struggles to figure out Guybrush's name.]

GUYBRUSH: [finishing] Guybrush Threepwood.

MOOSE: [remembers now] Guybrush Threepwood! Let him have it, Bugeye! [Bugeye makes one facial expression.] He's got the...

BUGEYE: ARRR!

MOOSE: Stinky... Lazy-eyed... Meanie!

BUGEYE: *MEANY SOUND!*

GUYBRUSH: [impressed] All right, my turn.

MORGAN: Do your worst, Guybrush! Show this egalitarian bozo who's boss!

GUYBRUSH: Now check THIS out. [Guybrush copies the same expression that Bugeye has used.]

MOOSE: He's got the...

GUYBRUSH: ARRR!

MOOSE: Stinky... Lazy-eyed... Meanie!

GUYBRUSH: *MEANY SOUND!*

BUGEYE: [unimpressed] That's it?

GUYBRUSH: Yep.

BUGEYE: Did you miss me saying originality counts? Or are you such a pathetic pirate that you had to copy my face to a T?

MORGAN: Really, Guybrush.

GUYBRUSH: [looks at Morgan] Come on! I added my own flavor.

MORGAN: He might as well have been looking in a mirror! [turns and walks away] This is humiliating. [Guybrush rubs the back of his neck in disappointment before she takes out his picture.] Mighty pirate indeed. [She tosses it onto the floor near Noogie, and Guybrush heads up the slope before he stops.]

BUGEYE: [Heh.] Ouch.

MOOSE: Bummer, dude.

GUYBRUSH: It just slipped out of her hand. Watch, she'll realize her mistake and hurry back for it. [Morgan still ignores him and just walks away.] Wait for it... waaaaait... [After a few seconds, however, there is no response from her, and Bugeye and Moose look at each other in disappointment before Guybrush turns back to them.] SO, pirate faces.

BUGEYE: Better go cop a few new mugs if you want to upgrade from miserable embarrassment to just simple failure. [He brushes off his sleeve while he speaks, then walks back to his punching bag again, and Guybrush heads back up the slope to where Noogie is and picks up the picture.]

GUYBRUSH: An original signed Guybrush Threepwood! Morgan's going to want this back. [text error puts in "An, original, signed Guybrush Threepwood" with two commas]

[Examine the Guybrush picture]

GUYBRUSH: It's a picture Morgan clipped of me. I think this was taken right after I saved the village of Kaflu from a lava slide whilst constructing the cutlass. Or it's from a wanted poster. It's hard to say.

[Guybrush talks to Murray again.]

GUYBRUSH: Hey there, Mu-- er, Santino.

MURRAY: Aloha.

["How's the body treating you?"]

GUYBRUSH: How's the body treating you?

MURRAY: Remarkably well! It's only a matter of time before I gain control of my limbs. [makes an evil laugh]

GUYBRUSH: Oh boy, then we're in for it.

MURRAY: I shall rewrite your definition of misery!

GUYBRUSH: You're literate now too?!

MURRAY: [gets calm] Not completely.

["Think I can get your vote into the Brotherhood?"]

GUYBRUSH: Think I can get your vote into the Brotherhood?

MURRAY: We are very selective of our members.

GUYBRUSH: I just scammed your way in fifteen seconds ago! How about a nod for the effort?

MURRAY: Okay, okay... sure thing, Creepwood.

["ARRR!"]

GUYBRUSH: ARRR!

MURRAY: HAHA! Your contorted cast couldn't scare a schoolgirl! In my day I could turn a man to stone with a smirk! I could make blood boil with a scowl! [And] All I need is a reason! And lips.

["You actually like these guys?"]

GUYBRUSH: You actually like these guys?

MURRAY: Like?! I like no one. But I LOVE the Brotherhood. What I have here is a group of men I can mold in my own image! Their fates are tied to mine! And my fate leads to the highest throne of hell!

GUYBRUSH: So Brotherhood actually suits you.

MURRAY: Plus, Bugeye is working on a creed. I love creeds.

[E. "Talk to you later, Murray."]

GUYBRUSH: Talk to you later, Murray.

MURRAY: Take care, windbag.

[Show the Guybrush picture to Murray]

GUYBRUSH: [takes out the picture] Can I interest you in this signed Guybrush Threepwood photo?

MURRAY: Can I interest YOU in an eternity of painful torment at the hands of the fiery minions of Murray, the invincible demonic skull?

GUYBRUSH: Eh, I'm good.

[Show the New Member's Manual to Murray]

GUYBRUSH: [takes out the manual] Check out this New Member's Manual.

MURRAY: Full of joyous events to celebrate our Brotherhood, no doubt. Exotic pleasures that you'll never know! Muwahahaha!

[Guybrush goes to Morgan again.]

GUYBRUSH: Hey, Mo.

MORGAN: What is it?

[E3. "ARRR!"]

GUYBRUSH: [makes a mean pose] ARRR!

MORGAN: [retorts] ARRR!

GUYBRUSH: Ooh, that's a new one. [He closes his eyes and learns the nasty eyebrow expression.] I'll add that to my pirate face repertoire! [He runs back up the esophagus to the mouth of the manatee, where he sees De Cava again.]

DE CAVA: Ah, deckhand, could you do me a favor?

GUYBRUSH: Shoot.

DE CAVA: I'm parched, I would love a drink. [takes out a mug and puts it on the file trunk] But none of that yellow muck. Dangerous stuff, that is, makes my eyes go wilder than a frothing Pomeranian. [text error puts in a small "p" in "Pomeranian"]

GUYBRUSH: [takes the mug] Okay, one drink, coming up.

[Examine the empty mug]

GUYBRUSH: De Cava's empty mug. I should really get him that drink.

[Use the empty mug anywhere]

GUYBRUSH: A good mug has many uses. This isn't one of them.

[Guybrush looks at the plans...]

GUYBRUSH: De Cava's plans to rebuild the manatee's inner ear, or cochlea. They're remarkably comprehensive, [points at the plans] considering they were drafted by a wackjob.

[...at the bucket o' grubs...]

GUYBRUSH: A bucket full of grubs. I really hope food isn't THAT scarce in here.

[...at the file trunk...]

GUYBRUSH: A steamer trunk. It's probably full of junk. Or secrets!

Or:

GUYBRUSH: It's probably full of De Cava's personal effects.

[...at the cochlea shard...]

GUYBRUSH: De Cava's homebrewed cochlea. It should be ready in a decade or so.

[...at De Cava's camp...]

GUYBRUSH: Minimalistic, airy, with a warm layer of mucus. I really love what De Cava's done with the place.

[...and at the uvula.]

GUYBRUSH: Mmm... manatee uvula. [Eh,] It's a delicacy in some cultures.

[Try to use Morgan's sword on the uvula]

GUYBRUSH: [looks up] I don't think so. I've always lived by the rule: do unto others' uvulas [text error puts in "other's uvula's" instead of "others' uvulas"] as you would have done to yours.

[Look at the bucket o' grubs again]

GUYBRUSH: Looks like De Cava's managed to collect quite a few grubs already... [turns around] only a few more decades of grub-hunting to go.

[He shows the grub to De Cava.]

DE CAVA: Splendid! You've found a manatee throat grub!

GUYBRUSH: Let's build a cochlea!

DE CAVA: That's the plan! Only 99,999 left!

GUYBRUSH: [confused] Come again?

DE CAVA: Each grub yields such a small amount of useable husk, by calculations I'll need another hundred thousand.

GUYBRUSH: Hahaha, right...

DE CAVA: This is no laughing matter, Threepwillow.

GUYBRUSH: We don't have time to collect that many grubs.

DE CAVA: On the contrary, time is all we do have! Rest assured, it will all pay off in the end!

GUYBRUSH: This is bananas. New plan: find the ACTUAL cochlea. [NOTE: There IS a way to collect all 100,000 grubs, but it takes SO many days, unless you have a cheat code. See The Secrets of "Lair of the Leviathan" for more details.]

[Show another grub to De Cava]

DE CAVA: Well done!

[Pick up another grub]

GUYBRUSH: [picks up the grub] A manatee throat grub. I guess this is what De Cava is after. [puts it away in his pocket]

[He talks to De Cava again.]

GUYBRUSH: Hiya, chief.

DE CAVA: How's that drink coming along, swabby?

GUYBRUSH: Don't worry, I'm on it.

[NOTE: If you talked to De Cava BEFORE talking to Bugeye for the Pirate Face-Off...]

GUYBRUSH: Hiya, chief.

DE CAVA: Yes, crewman?

["Whatcha doin'?"] [NOTE: Text error puts in an apostrophe after "Whatcha" instead of "doin'".]

GUYBRUSH: Whatcha doin'?

DE CAVA: I'm working on the replacement inner ear and you should be finding me my materials.

GUYBRUSH: Right. Grubs.

["Funny thing about your crew..."]

GUYBRUSH: Funny thing about your crew...

DE CAVA: [lamenting] Aww, my crew. Say no more, I don't want to get emotional in front of a new crew member. Oh, how their cries haunt my dreams... [the same faint "WOOOO-HOOOO!" sounds again while De Cava speaks]

["ARRR!"]

GUYBRUSH: ARRR!

DE CAVA: What was that nonsense?

GUYBRUSH: A pirate face. Intimidating. [makes a face again] Grr.

DE CAVA: I'm an explorer and esteemed adventurer, I don't do those sort of things. [text says "sorts", voice says "sort"]

GUYBRUSH: [Aw,] Not even a little?

DE CAVA: Not even a little.

[R1. "ARRR!" (again)]

GUYBRUSH: ARRR!

DE CAVA: [annoyed] Stop that.

["You need ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND grubs?"]

GUYBRUSH: You need one hundred thousand of these grubs to build one cochlea?

DE CAVA: By my calculations, yes.

GUYBRUSH: This is going to take forever, you know that, right?

DE CAVA: Forever? No. Several years? Yes. An ardent adventurer must maintain his focus over the long game, Crewman Threepwood.

GUYBRUSH: Huh? What was that?

[R2. "What do you want me to do, Captain?"]

GUYBRUSH: What do you want me to do, Captain?

DE CAVA: I'm parched, I would love a drink. But none of that yellow muck. Dangerous stuff, that is, makes my eyes go wilder than a frothing Pomeranian.

GUYBRUSH: Okay, one drink, coming up.

["Why do you want La Esponja Gordo again?"]

GUYBRUSH: Why do you want La Esponja Gordo again?

DE CAVA: It is a unique voodoo artifact. One afternoon, whilst strolling through her favorite hexer's market, the Voodoo Lady mentioned the power of the giant sponge and I could not think of a more noble gift for my buxom bewitcher.

GUYBRUSH: [surprised] And you've been on this quest ever since? Couldn't you have just bought her flowers or a custom shrunken head rack?

DE CAVA: [with a smile] Imagine her face when she opens the box!

GUYBRUSH: Isn't this thing gigantic?

DE CAVA: Well, when she removes the bow!

[E. "See ya."] [NOTE: Text error misspells it as "Seeya."]

GUYBRUSH: All right, then.

DE CAVA: [waves] Take care.

[Guybrush returns to the Screaming Narwhal and talks to Winslow through the quarters door.]

GUYBRUSH: Everything okay in there?

WINSLOW: [off-camera] Most certainly, sir! I'm just relaxing with a glass of warm milk.

GUYBRUSH: Okay...

[Look at the quarters door of the Narwhal again]

GUYBRUSH: Van Winslow, how are you feeling? [There is an eerie glow from inside the ship as Winslow's monster voice speaks.]

WINSLOW: [off-camera] I don't need your sympathy, Threepwood! I'll string you up the mizzenmast and let the gulls pick the flesh off the bone! [text says "pick your", voice says "pick the"] [Guybrush is stunned at the voice before Winslow's cough is heard.]

GUYBRUSH: So... not great.

[Look at the quarters door a third time]

GUYBRUSH: Wiiiiinslow... [There is another eerie glow from inside the ship as Winslow's monster voice speaks with a booming voice, scaring Guybrush.]

WINSLOW: [off-camera] I'm not yer buxom buddy, Captain Skippy! You'll say my name with fear or face the wrath of my cutlass! [The glow fades away.]

GUYBRUSH: Yeesh.

[He jumps back into the belly, where Bugeye is enjoying a drink of ichor next to Murray before he looks around and puts the mug down.]

BUGEYE: Hey you, rabble-rouser. [Guybrush points at himself before he looks at the esophagus again.]

GUYBRUSH: Yes?

BUGEYE: [walks to him] Are you enjoying your time with the Democratically United Brotherhood of the Manatee Interior?

GUYBRUSH: How could I not? Can't wait to be voted in.

BUGEYE: We'll see about that. In the meantime, I don't want any trouble. We got it nice and easy down here.

GUYBRUSH: Okey dokey.

BUGEYE: [becomes strict] Just some friendly advice: don't be poking around up top and stay away from De Cava. [raises his fist] The last thing this manatee needs is his sense of direction restored. We don't need to be getting to any sacred mating grounds.

GUYBRUSH: Seriously. I've never seen manatees mate before, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to be inside one when I do.

BUGEYE: [turns around] I'm glad we're on the same page. [He walks away, and Guybrush talks to Moose again.]

GUYBRUSH: Hi.

MOOSE: 'Sup.

[E3. "ARRR!"]

GUYBRUSH: ARRR!

MOOSE: [makes a mouth expression] ARRRR!

GUYBRUSH: Nice technique. [Guybrush learns the Gomer mouth expression. He next distracts Moose with a special occasion toast, then uses the bar tap to pour the ichor onto the mug.]

MOOSE: Ya, bro, glad to see you're indulging!

[Examine the mug o' ichor]

GUYBRUSH: One mug of safe-to-drink orange ichor. Blech.

[He goes back to De Cava's camp and hands the mug o' ichor to De Cava.]

DE CAVA: Ah, a mug full of the biley bubbly. [He drinks from the mug and then gives out a sigh.] Refreshing. [Guybrush takes the mug back and returns to the belly to talk to Noogie again.]

GUYBRUSH: Noogie, my man! [Noogie stops playing the bongos again.]

["Thanks for the vote!"]

GUYBRUSH: Thanks for the vote!

NOOGIE: Thank YOU! [nods] I think I've got a future with that piping-hot pirate hunter!

[E4. "ARRR!"]

GUYBRUSH: ARRR!

NOOGIE: [tweaks his eyes] ARRRR!

GUYBRUSH: Ooh, that's a good one. [He learns the tweaking eye expression.]

[Use the empty mug on the lowered pool o' bile]

GUYBRUSH: The level's too low to take a sample.

[Guybrush talks to Bugeye again.]

GUYBRUSH: Ahoy there.

BUGEYE: [distracted] Now what? [turns to Guybrush again]

[E5. "Call a vote, I'm ready to join up."]

GUYBRUSH: All right, call a vote. I feel good about my chances.

BUGEYE: Very well. [calls out] Gentlemen! [points at Guybrush] Goldilocks here would like [to] join the Brotherhood!

MOOSE: Sweet, voting time, my favorite! [He walks off, and a short time later De Cava's crew arrives before Bugeye stands beside Guybrush.]

BUGEYE: Brother Noogie, concerning the initiation of one Guybrush Threepwood, what say you?

NOOGIE: Umm... yes. I vote yes. I think he'll help raise... morale.

BUGEYE: Hmmph. Doubtful. Brother Moose? What say you?

MOOSE: I gotta go with my boy Santino on this one.

MURRAY: [as Santino] Well, Threepwood has recently done me an extraordinary favor.

BUGEYE: Your vote then?

MURRAY: Of course my vote is... NO! NEVER! I would never allow him to revel in the joy of being a Brother! [makes an evil cackle]

GUYBRUSH: [shocked] What?! I got you a body!

MURRAY: MUWAHAHAHA! Making my betrayal all the more EVIL! I am the king of torment! I shall torture your soul for eternity!

MOOSE: Yeah, nah, bro.

BUGEYE: Two nays then. And of course, my vote. Which is NO.

GUYBRUSH: Shocker.

BUGEYE: Ah, I'm sorry, initiation can only be confirmed by a unanimous vote.

GUYBRUSH: What about a simple majority and a high five?

BUGEYE: I don't think so. [The manatee just swims around before the camera cuts back to inside its belly again.]

[E6. Next time Guybrush talks to Bugeye again and says, "Bye"...]

GUYBRUSH: Later, Buggy Bilgewater.

BUGEYE: So long, Threepwuss. [returns to his punching bag again]

[Guybrush returns to talk to Murray again.]

GUYBRUSH: Hey there, Mu-- er, Santino.

MURRAY: Aloha.

["What's the deal? I do you a favor and this is how you repay me?"]

GUYBRUSH: [disappointed] What's the deal? I do you a favor and this is how you repay me?

MURRAY: Hahahaha! Do you think I, Murray the Demonic Skull, would ever let you experience the joy of being welcomed into the Brotherhood?!

GUYBRUSH: Well, yeah, I thought we had a deal.

MURRAY: I would rather be reduced to dust than see a smile on your face come induction time! Muwahaha! Of course, if I could see you howling in misery come induction time, you'd have my vote!

[R. "What's the deal? I do you a favor and this is how you repay me?" (again)]

GUYBRUSH: [disappointed] What's the deal? I do you a favor and this is how you repay me?

MURRAY: I would rather be reduced to dust than see a smile on your face come induction time! Muwahaha! Of course, if I could see you howling in misery come induction time, you'd have my vote!

["Give me your vote, or else!"]

GUYBRUSH: You know, I brought you into this world of the bipedal. I can [just] as soon take you out.

MURRAY: Threats will never turn my cheek! You'll never have my vote into the Brotherhood!

[E. "Talk to you later, Murray."]

GUYBRUSH: Talk to you later, Murray.

MURRAY: Take care, windbag.

[Guybrush returns to talk to Noogie again.]

GUYBRUSH: Noogie, my man! [Noogie stops playing the bongos again.]

[E2. "Choice beats! Think you can play something more up-tempo?"]

GUYBRUSH: I like the beat, how about something a little more up-tempo?

NOOGIE: Like this? [He plays the bongos wildly.]

GUYBRUSH: I dig it. [The pool of bile starts rising up until it reaches the top and stops. He quickly goes through the weird bump, runs to the pool o' bile, kneels down, and scoops up the bile with the mug before standing up again.] One cup of horribly corrosive, ultra-toxic manatee bile. Delish. [puts it in his pocket]

[Show the mug o' bile to Murray]

GUYBRUSH: [takes out the mug] Mug of bile?

MURRAY: Ha, I wasn't born yesterday. If you think you'll assassinate the destroyer of worlds with a poisoned drink, think again!

[Try to use the mug o' bile on the bar tap]

[Guybrush takes out the mug o' bile, looks at it for a bit, then dumps the bile out of the mug before refilling it with ichor, thus restarting the whole process over again.]

[He returns to where the painting is and takes out the mug o' bile.]

GUYBRUSH: [looks at the mug] Manatee bile! The ocean's natural solvent. [He tosses a bit of the bile onto the grime on the painting, and the grime melts away from it.] Whoa, check out those peepers! [He learns the fisheyed eye expression.] They should do nicely.

[Look at the grime-free painting]

GUYBRUSH: [off-camera] I bet old Fisheyes was a hit with the bearded ladies.

[He then looks at the figurehead on the Howler Monkey and gets surprised at the monkey mouth on it.]

GUYBRUSH: The monkey face! I like it. [He learns the monkey mouth expression.]

[Look at the figurehead again]

GUYBRUSH: [looks up] That's one angry monkey. Like, baboon angry. I've already added that expression to my pirate face repertoire.

[He then goes to the clogged protuberance, takes out the mug again, and pours a bit of the bile into the protuberance, melting away something caught up in it.]

GUYBRUSH: Much better. Well, better anyway. [He then jumps into the odd protuberance and goes through the tube before landing at where the iron monkey is. He then goes to the monkey and opens it, revealing a torture manual.] Huh, look at that. [He takes the manual.] Somebody should really return this to their local library. [reads the manual] "Modern Torture Made Easy." [puts it away] Yeah, I really hate to break a sweat while breaking the wills of my enemies.

[Look at the iron monkey again]

GUYBRUSH: Creepy. But kind of cute.

[Examine the torture manual]

GUYBRUSH: This book is full of gut-wrenching torture techniques. Really, there is a device called "the gut-wrencher."

[Guybrush swaps the covers of both manuals.]

GUYBRUSH: With a little elbow grease, I can swap the covers on these two books!

[Examine the torture manual with the member's cover]

GUYBRUSH: An ancient Torture Manual with the cover of the Democratically United Brotherhood of the Manatee Interior's New Member's manual. It should not be considered a veiled criticism of democracy.

[Examine the member's manual with the torture cover]

GUYBRUSH: The Democratically United Brotherhood of the Manatee Interior's New Member's manual, with the cover of a Torture Handbook.

[Use the member's manual with the torture cover anywhere]

GUYBRUSH: This is now the most useless torture manual ever.

[Show the torture manual with the member's cover to anyone else]

GUYBRUSH: I should be picky about who gets this.

[He then goes back through the odd protuberance, and through the strange growth where Murray is, and shows the torture manual with the member's cover to him.]

GUYBRUSH: Murray, ahem, I mean Santino, do you want to have a look at this new member's manual to the Brotherhood? You might find it pretty interesting.

MURRAY: Reading is for the feeble!

GUYBRUSH: [Oh,] I just thought these initiation rituals might strike your fancy. [reads] The first step in drawing and quartering your victim is...

MURRAY: Wait, wait... what was that?

GUYBRUSH: Just going over some of what I can look forward to when I'm voted into the Brotherhood.

MURRAY: Let me see that. [Guybrush shows the manual to Murray, who looks at it, then makes an evil laugh and a smile.] Why, that's positively malevolent! Look at all the blood!

GUYBRUSH: [queasy] Yeah, I'm not looking forward to it.

MURRAY: Wait a minute... let me see the cover. [Guybrush holds up the cover to Murray's face again, and Murray smiles.] Ha! It's the genuine article.

GUYBRUSH: Too bad I can't have your vote...

MURRAY: Aha! You should be careful what you ask for! Consider my vote yours! And your demise, imminent! [Guybrush then climbs back up to the mouth, where Winslow's voice is heard from far off.]

WINSLOW: [off-camera] Sir! If I may have a word! [Guybrush goes to the Screaming Narwhal's bottom and knocks on the window.]

GUYBRUSH: How're you doing, Winslow? Can I get you anything? Mug o' bile?

WINSLOW: [off-camera] I'm well, thank you. I wanted to inform you, as I was crawling back under the covers, I came across something... [eh,] unsettling.

GUYBRUSH: Not another outbreak of Polynesian bed mites.

WINSLOW: [off-camera] No, [no, no, no, no,] and I've seen my fair share of disturbing things between the sheets, sir. [Guybrush gets grossed out at hearing this.]

GUYBRUSH: Ahem. What was it, Winslow?

WINSLOW: [off-camera] I believe a threat, sir. I left it over on the gangplank. It came with a note. Something about this being what happens to those who try to interfere with the Brotherhood. [Guybrush walks to the gangplank while Winslow speaks. Camera moves down to a close-up of a seahorse head lying in the darkness before Guybrush stops and looks around.]

GUYBRUSH: [in surprise] Seabiscuit!!! [He runs up, kneels down and... takes an actual sea biscuit near the head.] Mmm... I love these things. [He eats up the biscuit before...] *Gasp!* And a seahorse head! [After a few seconds of awe, he takes the head and places it in his pocket.]

[Examine the seahorse head]

GUYBRUSH: A seahorse head. Giant manatees snack on these things like crackers. Man, if somebody made little fish-shaped snack crackers for people, they'd be sitting on a goldmine.

[Use the seahorse head anywhere else]

GUYBRUSH: I shouldn't defile this seahorse head any more than I have to.

[Show the seahorse head to De Cava]

GUYBRUSH: I found a seahorse head.

DE CAVA: Ah, a summoned seahorse of Spinner Cay. Prime manatee food.

[Return to the Screaming Narwhal and use the mug o' bile on the wound]

GUYBRUSH: This is volatile bile. [Eh,] I need to be careful with it.

[Guybrush shows the mug o' bile to De Cava.]

GUYBRUSH: [takes out the mug] Your mug, sir. [De Cava takes the mug and looks at it.]

DE CAVA: [puts the mug down] I thought I told you no yellow?

GUYBRUSH: Those other flavors are for wimps!

DE CAVA: Are you trying to kill me? I told you, I lose complete ocular control! [Guybrush takes the mug back and waits until De Cava sets the monocular down on the file trunk. Guybrush sees the monocular and after a few seconds takes it with a smile. De Cava reaches the monocular only to find it is missing.] Where has my monocular run off to?! Slippery devil...

[Examine the monocular]

GUYBRUSH: De Cava's monocular. A single-lensed device he uses to see while working in the darkness of the manatee's throat.

[Guybrush puts the Fisheye of the Manatee into the monocular, forming a Fisheye Monocular.]

GUYBRUSH: Hmm, these lenses are about the same size. De Cava's monocular now has a red lens. He'll see the manatee through rose-tinted glasses. Or uncover loads of secret messages! [He hands the Fisheye Monocular back to De Cava.] Your monocular, boss.

DE CAVA: [relieved] Thank heavens! I was going mad without them. No harm done to them?

GUYBRUSH: [innocently] Uhh... the lens was... cracked when I found it so I replaced it.

DE CAVA: How resourceful of you, crewman! Taking after old Coronado, I see! [Guybrush then hands the mug o' bile to him, who mistakes it for ichor.] Ah, a mug full of the biley bubbly. [salutes] And thank you for avoiding the corrosive yellow ichor. [He drinks the yellow bile from the mug and gets choked up.] BLEECH! EEEEAAAAOOWWWWWWW! [As he gargles, his eyes get bugged out.]

GUYBRUSH: [in awe] Check out those eyes! [He learns the final expression, the bugged out eyebrow one.]

DE CAVA: [still grossed out] *BURRRRP!* [Uucch!] Even the orange's gone foul! [raises his fist in anger] Never again! It's eustachian runoff or sea water for me from here on. [Guybrush returns to the belly of the manatee once more.]

[Show the seahorse head to Morgan]

GUYBRUSH: Somebody left a seahorse head in my bed. I think it was a threat.

MORGAN: And how does that make you FEEL? ...

GUYBRUSH: Well, at first I was scared and then I was disappoi[nted]... wait, you don't care, do you?

MORGAN: No, not really.

[Show the seahorse head to Moose]

GUYBRUSH: You know anything about a seahorse head left in my bed?

MOOSE: A dead seahorse! Bummer...

[Show the seahorse head to Murray]

GUYBRUSH: You know anything about a seahorse head left in my bed?

MURRAY: Wasn't me. But I wish it was.

[Show either the torture manual or the member's manual with torture cover to Murray]

GUYBRUSH: Hey, Murray, can I interest you in this torture manual?

MURRAY: Haha, I wrote the book on torture. For instance, taunting a man with his greatest desire is a good form of psychological warfare. As is an Indian rub.

GUYBRUSH: How so?

MURRAY: Do you yearn to reap the incredible benefits of membership of the Brotherhood?

GUYBRUSH: Sure, that'd be okay.

MURRAY: Well, I'll never let you in!!! Ever!!! Does it scorch your insides, Threepwood? Does it fill you with painful sadness? And gas?

GUYBRUSH: [Eh,] Something does, but I think I swallowed some bile earlier. [NOTE: We've already showed the torture manual with the member's cover to Murray and he's got our vote, so let's continue without hindrance, shall we?]

[Show the seahorse head to Noogie]

GUYBRUSH: You know anything about a seahorse head left in my bed?

NOOGIE: [grossed out] No way. Ugh, makes me nauseous just thinking about it.

[Show the seahorse head to Bugeye]

GUYBRUSH: You know anything about a seahorse head left in my bed?

BUGEYE: Sounds like a fabricated allegation with no basis and zero fact.

GUYBRUSH: I've got the evidence right here.

BUGEYE: Don't know what you're talking about. You enjoy carrying around a smelly carcass?

GUYBRUSH: What I put in my pockets is my business, Stinkeye.

[Guybrush talks to Bugeye once more.]

GUYBRUSH: Ahoy there.

BUGEYE: [distracted] Now what? [turns to Guybrush again]

["Will you vote me into the Brotherhood?" (second time only)]

GUYBRUSH: What do you say about giving a nod to old Guybrush Threepwood come voting time?

BUGEYE: Oh, I'd just love to. But I can't vote for some stale-faced trouble maker.

GUYBRUSH: I've got more faces than the Pope's got noses. Just you wait.

BUGEYE: Waiting...

[E4. "Let's face-off!"]

GUYBRUSH: Let's go another round.

BUGEYE: Haven't had enough yet, dollface?

Or:

GUYBRUSH: I'm ready to beat you in a pirate face-off.

BUGEYE: Well, I hope you've done some face research since our last one.

[He and Guybrush go toward the slope again.]

BUGEYE: Ready? I'll go first. [Moose runs up to the two of them again, and Bugeye makes a face again.]

MOOSE: It's the...

BUGEYE: ARRR!

MOOSE: Stinky... Lazy-eyed... Meanie!

BUGEYE: *MEANY SOUND!*

GUYBRUSH: Here comes trouble!

Or:

GUYBRUSH: Did you do a face yet? I just see general disfigurement. Now check THIS out.

Or:

GUYBRUSH: I've seen a tougher face on a newborn. Check this one out!

[He makes expressions acquired from Morgan, Moose, and Noogie, as Moose himself calls out...]

MOOSE: It's the...

GUYBRUSH: ARRR!

MOOSE: Nasty... Tweaking... Gomer!

GUYBRUSH: *GOMER SOUND!*

MOOSE: Gnarly! Cheapwhistle has made it though the first round!

Or:

MOOSE: We're through the first round!

BUGEYE: Nice, but can you top this? [Guybrush is well prepared, and Bugeye makes three more new expressions.]

MOOSE: Here comes the...

BUGEYE: ARRR!

MOOSE: Hooded... Cross-eyed... Geezer!

BUGEYE: *GEEZER SOUND!*

GUYBRUSH: [impressed] All right, my turn.

Or:

GUYBRUSH: Oh, is this a PILGRIM competition? I could've sworn you said pirate. Let me show you...

[NOTE: If you still don't have all the expressions and lose...]

MOOSE: By way of unoriginal opposition, Bugeye is the victor!

BUGEYE: Yet another derivative display. You lose.

GUYBRUSH: [raises his fist in anger] Just you wait! [Both Moose and Bugeye return to their original positions, and Guybrush shrugs his shoulders.]

Or:

MOOSE: Some fresh moves but not enough! Partial originality is as good as none at all! Bugeye wins!

BUGEYE: You've got nothin', boy.

GUYBRUSH: [disappointed] I'm just warming up. [Both Moose and Bugeye return to their original positions, and Guybrush shrugs his shoulders.]

[NOTE: Nevertheless, let's move on to when you have all the facial expressions while still in the game...]

[Guybrush makes the remaining three expressions from De Cava, the Fisheyes Alabaster portrait and the monkey figurehead.]

MOOSE: Here comes the...

GUYBRUSH: ARRR!

MOOSE: Bugged Out... Fisheyed... Monkey!

GUYBRUSH: *MONKEY SOUND!*

BUGEYE: [surprised] Well, I'll be. I've given you all the faces that I know.

MOOSE: [in awe] Unbelievable! Threepwood has beaten the High Prince of the Puss!

BUGEYE: [unamused] Bra-vo.

GUYBRUSH: Now who's the Ombudsman of Unoriginality?

BUGEYE: Unoriginal? Me? Hahaha, if you say so, short stack. [brushes off his arm]

GUYBRUSH: I beat you! Now I demand your vote!

BUGEYE: Is that so... oh! I almost forgot.

GUYBRUSH: [confused] Forgot what?

BUGEYE: I've had this old thing laying around... [He begins molding his own face, and Moose backs away in surprise.]

MOOSE: Blowholes to Betsy, could it be? [Bugeye gives off an angry look before he makes his eyeball roll into his mouth and opens it.]

GUYBRUSH: [shocked] HOLE-EE BUCKETS!

MOOSE: [frightened] IT'S THE BUGEYE!!!!

BUGEYE: GRRRRRRRR!

MOOSE: [walks up to Bugeye] RARELY SEEN, BROS AND BRAS!!! [Bugeye puts his eye back into its eye socket.] If the challenger can't top that, this competition is over!

GUYBRUSH: Are you suggesting that I pull out both of my eyes?

MOOSE: Whoa, extreme...

GUYBRUSH: [points at Bugeye] He clearly broke the rules!

BUGEYE: [hops around] Which rule is that?

GUYBRUSH: Well, there ought to be a rule concerning the use of the freaky eye. I put up a fight, can't you just give me your vote?

BUGEYE: I stated my terms.

GUYBRUSH: GRR...

["You were never going to let me into the Brotherhood, huh?"]

GUYBRUSH: I had no chance the entire time, huh?

BUGEYE: Took you long enough to figure out.

["Would you trade your vote for a fine leather jacket?"]

GUYBRUSH: How about your vote for a fine leather jacket?

BUGEYE: Oooh, you know, I've been in the market. But no.

[E. "Your vote or you're a dead man."]

GUYBRUSH: Your vote or you're a dead man.

BUGEYE: Resorting to petty threats? Good luck.

GUYBRUSH: [frustrated] I don't have time for this! I'm sick of your runaround, I'm sick of your silly faces and I'm sick of... [He suddenly kneels down as if in a headache and a transformation begins a la The Incredible Hulk.]

MOOSE: Whoa, maybe you're just sick, bra... [With a sound of thunder, Guybrush turns into a zombie pirate spawn again and opens his evil red eyes before he gets up in a rage.]

GUYBRUSH: [monster voice, pounces on Bugeye] YOU, YA YELLY-BELLIED DESERTER! I'VE CRUSHED THE SOULS OF MEN TEN TIMES AS TOUGH AS YOU AND FORGOTTEN THEM BY LUNCH! [Bugeye lets out a scream of fright while Guybrush yells before he jumps off of him.] YOU'LL DO AS I SAY OR RUE THE NAME THREEPWOOD FOR THE REST OF YOUR VERY SHORT LIFE. [Moose and Noogie look on in fright as Guybrush returns to normal with a thunder sound again, and Bugeye looks shocked too. The normal Guybrush shakes his head in awe.] Whoa...

MOOSE: It's the... ferocious... uh... green... demon... face. Threepwood wins with the nastiest mug this side of the hypothalamus!

GUYBRUSH: Huh?

BUGEYE: Fine. He wins. My vote is yours. But I've got my eye on you. [He points at Guybrush and returns to his punching bag again.]

GUYBRUSH: [smiles, with a finger snap] Nice! [There is a bit of the Pox of LeChuck now growing on his body as he talks to Bugeye once more.] Ahoy there.

BUGEYE: [distracted] Now what? [turns to Guybrush again]

["Thanks for the vote."]

GUYBRUSH: Thanks for the vote.

BUGEYE: [with a stern look] You're not welcome.

[E5. "Call a vote, I'm ready to join up."]

GUYBRUSH: All right, call a vote. I feel good about my chances.

BUGEYE: Very well. [calls out] Gentlemen! [points at Guybrush] Goldilocks here would like [to] join the Brotherhood!

MOOSE: Sweet, voting time, my favorite! [He walks off, and a short time later De Cava's crew arrives before Bugeye stands beside Guybrush.]

BUGEYE: Brother Noogie? Your vote is still yes?

NOOGIE: Mmhmm.

BUGEYE: Brother Moose? What say you?

MOOSE: I gotta go with my boy Santino on this one.

MURRAY: [as Santino] Yes! Roll out the red carpet and let it run with the blood of Threepwood's torment! Ready the rack! Oil up the thumbscrews!

MOOSE: Heh, man, [text says "Ha", voice says "Heh"] you're somethin' else, Santino. I say yea[h], my boy's got an eye for character.

BUGEYE: Ugh, fine. I vote no.

GUYBRUSH: Hey! You said if I beat you in a pirate face-off I'd be in like Flynn.

MOOSE: Ya, man, I think you gotta keep your end of the bargain on this one.

BUGEYE: [reluctant] Oh all right, but only to maintain the integrity of the Brotherhood.

GUYBRUSH: Bureaucratic ethics win again!

[NOTE: If you HADN'T gotten all the unanimous votes from anyone except Bugeye, and then got all the rest...]

BUGEYE: I vote yes, [raises his fist] as much as it pains me.

GUYBRUSH: [with a smile] Good man!

[NOTE: Nevertheless, the story continues once you've got all the votes.]

BUGEYE: [monotonous] You have a unanimous vote, [Guybrush dances around as Bugeye speaks] and a formal invitation to join the Democratically United Brotherhood of the Manatee Interior.

GUYBRUSH: [still doing a victory dance] I accept! Do I get a sash? Or a button?

BUGEYE: No.

MOOSE: Welcome, brother.

NOOGIE: Welcome!

MURRAY: Burn in flame!

GUYBRUSH: [walks up to the trio] You guys should really have buttons. I think they'd be a hit.

NOOGIE: [walks to him] What you do receive is the honor of one of the Brotherhood's greatest responsibilities!

MOOSE: As the most junior member you'll be the caretaker of the cochlea, [snaps his finger] it's the key to our permanent vay-kay. [Noogie holds up the manatee cochlea and hands it to Guybrush.]

GUYBRUSH: You're just GIVING it to me?

NOOGIE: Guard it with your life, brother. [He and Moose return to their positions, and Bugeye returns to his punching bag as usual. Guybrush talks to Morgan.]

GUYBRUSH: Morgan, I got the cochlea!

MORGAN: [smiles] Then go replace it in the ear canal so we can get out of here. I'd like to get you back to Flotsam while I'm young enough to spend the bounty. [He starts heading back up.]

GUYBRUSH: One cochlea procured.

MORGAN: Uh huh.

GUYBRUSH: We'll be out of here in two shakes of a pirate's booty. [He runs back up to the mouth again, then goes to the Screaming Narwhal and climbs up its mast.]

[Use the cochlea anywhere else]

GUYBRUSH: I need to replace this in the manatee's eustachian passage.

[He inspects the wound with the new cochlea.]

GUYBRUSH: Here you go, pal. [He takes out the cochlea and places it into the wound, and there is a sudden quake.] Whoa! [The quake soon stops as the manatee's sense of direction is restored, and he smiles at once.] I think we're back on course! [He slides down the mainmast of the Narwhal and goes to De Cava.] I think I've fixed your manatee problem.

DE CAVA: How about that! I felt the beast rumble and checked my compass! It says that we're right on course!

GUYBRUSH: Ancient manatee mating grounds, here we come.

DE CAVA: How did you fix his sense of direction?

GUYBRUSH: Funny you should ask, [snaps his finger] I ran into your old crew and--

DE CAVA: [surprised] My crew? [There is a scene of someone climbing up the mouth from their point of view as Guybrush speaks.]

GUYBRUSH: Yeah! And they had the cochlea the entire time! I just pretended I wanted to join their stupid club and--

DE CAVA: [suddenly looks in surprise] My crew!

GUYBRUSH: [unaware] Yeah, your crew. Alive this entire time. Who woulda thunk? [Bugeye's voice is suddenly heard out of nowhere.]

BUGEYE: You betrayed us. [Both De Cava and Guybrush look behind in shock.]

GUYBRUSH: Uh... [He finds Bugeye, Moose and Noogie angry at him.]

["Yeah, I totally sold you guys out."]

GUYBRUSH: Yeah, I did kinda sell you guys out.

Or:

["I did nothing of the sort!"]

GUYBRUSH: [surprised] I would never!

[NOTE: Regardless of choice, the story continues.]

NOOGIE: We trusted you!

MOOSE: Unbelievable, man.

GUYBRUSH: [nervous] Look, guys, I can explain.

BUGEYE: There's no need.

GUYBRUSH: Ah, Bugeye! The unlikely voice of reason.

BUGEYE: Breaking the trust of the Brotherhood [snaps his finger] has only one consequence.

["Explusion?"]

GUYBRUSH: Expulsion?

Or:

["One hundred demerits?"]

GUYBRUSH: One hundred demerits?

Or:

["An embarrassing facial tattoo?"]

GUYBRUSH: An embarrassing facial tattoo?

Or:

["A double fine?"]

GUYBRUSH: A double fine?

NOOGIE: A what?

GUYBRUSH: You know, like some doubloons. But double the regular amount.

NOOGIE: But how do we determine the standard fine?

GUYBRUSH: [rolls his eyes] I'm not sure. I suppose that's up to your discretion.

NOOGIE: Wouldn't it be less confusing to just settle on a larger upfront--

BUGEYE: [interrupts] That's enough! The only punishment is...

[NOTE: Again, regardless of choice, the story moves on as before.]

BUGEYE: Death. [to the crew] Kill him.

GUYBRUSH: [shocked] Hey-o! [He jumps and slides down the espohagus back to the belly again and looks around.] Morgan! Doll! It's killing time!

MORGAN: [near the shipwreck] Excuse me? [turns to him]

GUYBRUSH: A trio of bloodthirsty mutineers are going to pop out of that hole in three, two...

MORGAN: [interrupts] What did I say earlier about running to me for help? [She walks away, and he looks behind again in fright.]

GUYBRUSH: [finishing the countdown] ONE! [As if on cue, the trio slide down the passage, and he quickly runs while being chased by the crew; meanwhile Morgan still walks, stops and turns her back on him as the crew members scream.]

["I could use a hand."]

GUYBRUSH: I could use a hand.

MOOSE: Ha! He wants help from a girl!

MORGAN: [shakes her head] Are you still whining over that little scratch I gave you back on the Narwhal?

["It's go time!"]

GUYBRUSH: It's go time, Morgan!

MORGAN: I can't just be told when to fight! I'm not some junkyard dog.

MOOSE: Ya, man, treat a woman with respect, wouldja?

["The mutineers were calling you a pansy earlier!"]

GUYBRUSH: [Uh,] The Mutineers were calling you a pansy earlier...

NOOGIE: No we weren't! He said you were a wilting flower!

MORGAN: That sounds like Guybrush Threepwood.

["Look... I'm sorry about before. We can do it your way."]

GUYBRUSH: Look, I'm sorry about before.

MORGAN: Sorry about what?

GUYBRUSH: About assuming you were incapable of handling the situation. You are capable. Now, please show these mutineers your capabilities.

MORGAN: AND?

GUYBRUSH: AND you're a mighty bounty hunter.

MORGAN: That's sweet, but aren't you forgetting something?

["A snack!"]

GUYBRUSH: A snack! You should never enter a battle outnumbered on an empty stomach.

MORGAN: No...

["My lucky ankle warmers!"]

GUYBRUSH: Of course! You need my lucky ankle warmers. Can't run a man through with cold ankles, that's what my Pa always said.

MORGAN: No, my ankles are fine. What I need is...

[E. "Your sword!"]

GUYBRUSH: [still being chased] Huh? What? Oh! [takes out her sword] Weapon privileges restored! [He tosses the sword into the air and it falls before she catches it with her hand. After a few seconds she holds the sword and lets her fingers feel the blade.]

MORGAN: [smiles] Thank you. [She makes a pose before the scene cuts to outside the manatee swimming in the ocean. Battle sounds are heard from inside accompanied by a swish of the blade and a few crashes and a thud before the scene now cuts to the mouth of the manatee, where Murray and De Cava's crew are tied up next to the Narwhal.]

GUYBRUSH: Mutineers of the crew of Coronado De Cava, I would like to establish, for the record, that the four of you were just manhandled by a woman. [Scene cuts to Guybrush now pacing around next to Morgan and De Cava while he speaks.] So in essence, you've been woman-handled. Which, I imagine, was not near as pleasant as it sounds.

BUGEYE: Go dangle your yarda[r]m, ya traitor! [Noogie nods.]

GUYBRUSH: [turns to Morgan] Nice work, Morgan.

MORGAN: Thanks, Captain... I mean thanks... Honeybunch!

GUYBRUSH: Now, Coronado, how do we get out of here?

DE CAVA: I'm fourteen steps ahead of you, mijo. Here, this should do the trick. [hands the manatee lax to Guybrush] That's a unique formula of Panamanian Prune juice, East Indian espresso beans and Booty Breakfast Bran Flakes. [text error misspells "East Indian" as "east-Indian"] A few drops administered to the creature's digestive system should be our one-way ticket topside.

GUYBRUSH: Got it. A few drops in the biggest bile pool I can find. [Winslow's coughs are heard from inside the Narwhal as Guybrush walks off. A few moments later, there is a rumble and Guybrush climbs back up to the mouth again before he brushes his sleeve.] Done and done! [He runs off to the Screaming Narwhal where De Cava and the other are while the insides shake.]

DE CAVA: Quick, everyone onboard! [Winslow's coughs are still heard as Guybrush jumps up and boards the ship, then looks at De Cava again.] Hold onto your pantalones!

[They brace themselves as the ship tilts toward the side and launches forward. Morgan kneels down and holds on for dear life, and the ship rocks backward and forward, with the crew tied to the mast and Noogie screaming in fright; Guybrush falls onto the ship's floor as it drops down out of the mouth, and the scene fades to black with a manatee's growl sounding off with the sound of the bubbling ocean. Scene fades back to the ocean at daytime as De Cava's ship surfaces out of the water, followed by the Narwhal. A buoy that reads, "Visit The SACRED MANATEE MATING GROUNDS," surfaces out of the ocean before it floats away, and Guybrush and Morgan get up on their feet as he brushes off his sleeve.]

MORGAN: Yuck.

GUYBRUSH: That could've been worse.

MORGAN: Really?

GUYBRUSH: Just a quick trip up the blowhole.

MORGAN: Manatees don't have blowholes.

GUYBRUSH: What? Then... [gets grossed out] Oh, yeah, yuck. [Both shake their heads.]

MORGAN: Hey, about down there...

GUYBRUSH: I was a bit of a monkey's ass.

MORGAN: No, well, yes, but I was going to say that your style's not so bad.

GUYBRUSH: [Oh,] I'm nothing if not stylish.

MORGAN: Anyway, I work alone, but you and I made a decent team.

DE CAVA: [interrupts] Hey lovebirds! Quit flappin' your gums and get up here! My treasure sits mere fathoms away! [He turns around and gets shocked at what he sees.] *Gasp!* And my ship, the Howler Monkey! I thought I'd never see you again... [Morgan and Guybrush head upstairs.] I've dropped anchor down to the mating grounds and the cavern of La Esponja Grande. Now, if only my loyal crew [referring to the crew tied to the mainmast] was worth a piece of eight. My star crew member even had the temerity to expire!

GUYBRUSH: What's the problem?

DE CAVA: Santino [referring to Murray, grinding his teeth in anger] was not only a world class swordsman, bullfighter and pastry chef. He was also, most importantly, an unrivaled skin-diver. There is no other man who can survive the swim down to the mating grounds.

MORGAN: Guybrush can hold his breath for ten minutes.

DE CAVA: Is that so?

["Keen, eh?"]

GUYBRUSH: [makes a pose] Keen, eh?

Or:

["Yep, and I have freakish toe strength."]

GUYBRUSH: Yep, and I have freakish toe strength.

Or:

["Yeah. It's a skill I developed in college."]

GUYBRUSH: Yeah. It's a skill I developed in college.

[NOTE: Regardless of choice, the story continues on as usual.]

DE CAVA: Well then, what are you waiting for, Bucko? [He pushes Guybrush off the ship and into the ocean with a splash before De Cava raises his fist.] The sponge! And make it[-a] snappy! [Guybrush sinks down to the very bottom of the ocean floor very slowly, head-down. After a few seconds he flips right-side up before he floats down slowly. Camera moves down to an aerial view of the ocean floor as he slowly lands down into the sandy bottom.]

GUYBRUSH: All that stuff in my pocket really weighs me down.

[He looks at the bones...]

GUYBRUSH: Whoa, check out the ominous remains of dead giant sea creatures. Odd.

[...at the shipwreck...]

GUYBRUSH: Note to self: never go fishing over the sacred manatee mating grounds.

[...at the warning sign...]

GUYBRUSH: [reads] Leviathan Country: All ocean life is dangerous. Do not approach or feed.

[...at the Esponja Grande sign...]

GUYBRUSH: [reads] The Ancient Voodoo Artifact Preservation Society Welcomes You To: La Esponja Grande! Please stay on the path.

[...at the seahorse skull...]

GUYBRUSH: The remains of one of those legendary seahorse creatures. Giant manatees gobble 'em like cheese squigglies.

[...and at the stack of shells.]

GUYBRUSH: What's up with all the giant clamshells?

[Try talking to the Giant Manatee]

GUYBRUSH: [Heh,] I think this is the manatee we rode in on! He looks okay, considering. [tries using human speech] Hey there, uh, Manatee! [The manatee just growls.] All right, good talk! [The manatee makes an irritable growl again.]

[He runs to the treasure chest and opens it up.]

GUYBRUSH: Let's see here... six thousand doubloons, the jeweled crown of Queen Archipelago, OOOOH! and a golden-wrenchy thing! [takes the golden wrench as he closes the chest] Score! [puts it in his pocket]

[Look at the treasure chest again]

[Guybrush opens the chest again, but...]

GUYBRUSH: It's empty. [closes the chest]

[Examine the manatee lax]

GUYBRUSH: De Cava's manatee exit concoction. A proprietary blend of condensed foods to keep giant sea mammalia regular. I can pour this in the manatee's central bile pool to be... extracted.

[Use the manatee lax anywhere]

GUYBRUSH: This is a potent manatee digestive and should only be used as such.

[Examine the crown]

GUYBRUSH: The Crown of Queen Archipelago. Upon further examination, the jewels are plastic.

[Use the crown anywhere]

GUYBRUSH: I don't think this knock-off crown will do anything.

[Examine the 6000 doubloons]

GUYBRUSH: That's a lot of coin.

[Use the 6000 doubloons anywhere]

GUYBRUSH: This is a lot of money! I should think that through.

[Examine the golden wrench]

GUYBRUSH: The Mariana Wrench: turns a bolt at any fathom.

[Use the golden wrench anywhere]

GUYBRUSH: No bolts to turn here.

[He runs toward the cave.]

GUYBRUSH: Finally! The home of La Esponja Grande. [He runs toward the cave mouth and goes inside. There is a view from inside another manatee's mouth and a growl while he runs. He stops for a bit and looks around before going in again. A few seconds later another growl is heard.] Uh oh. [He runs out of the cave mouth in fright to the growls of the manatee, which chases him but misses its catch as he runs toward the anchor and climbs up. Seconds later he returns to the Screaming Narwhal's deck, gasping for breath in front of Morgan and De Cava.] Horrible... teeth... gnashing... ferocious... leviathan...

DE CAVA: I neglected to mention the guardian of La Esponja.

MORGAN: What was it? A Giant Squid? They've been known to hunt and swallow entire corsairs...

GUYBRUSH: [out of breath] No.

MORGAN: [in awe] *Gasp!* Megalodon? Devil whale?

GUYBRUSH: Worse.

MORGAN: What then?

GUYBRUSH: [regaining his breath] Female... giant... manatee.

DE CAVA: The monster must be tamed, Cheapwhistle.

GUYBRUSH: With what, a rolled up newspaper?

DE CAVA: Taming the female is no easy task. Their fickle minds are the greatest of all riddles! Complex, confounding... beautiful.

GUYBRUSH: Are we still talking about manatees?

DE CAVA: I equipped my crew to be able to communicate with the creatures. Alas, [pats the back of his neck] Santino was the only one who had learned to understand their song.

GUYBRUSH: Sort of put all your eggs in one basket, huh?

DE CAVA: Oh, what an explorer he would've made...

["You don't have some cockamamie plan for this?"]

GUYBRUSH: You don't have some cockamamie plan for taking care of the Leviathan?

DE CAVA: Nothing. I originally spent three months fabricating a giant manatee suitor to be piloted by a crew of fifteen men, all well learned in the ways of bestial romance, but sadly, they were lost during a trial run. Mashed like peas.

GUYBRUSH: Eesh.

[R1. "Where did Santino learn to understand manatee?"]

GUYBRUSH: Santino wasn't raised by giant manatees, was he? How could he understand them?

DE CAVA: Learned it on Flotsam Island, I believe, from a scientist.

GUYBRUSH: The Marquis? Hmm...

DE CAVA: Even if we could get the winds to work in our favor, I'm not leaving this anchorage. [becomes strict] I've come too far to risk losing the location of my super-absorbent prize.

[R2. "How did Santino make all the manatee sounds?"]

GUYBRUSH: Sure, Santino could understand manatee, but how did he make those strange noises to communicate with them?

DE CAVA: With the Tongue of the Manatee, of course!

GUYBRUSH: What's the deal with you and manatee parts?

DE CAVA: It's a device that I planned to market to tourists such as yourself after this adventure was complete. It allows you to produce their sounds.

GUYBRUSH: Ah, so I don't have to put my mouth on anything gross?

DE CAVA: I asked one of my crewmen to watch after it, long ago.

GUYBRUSH: Let me guess, Santino.

DE CAVA: Certainly not. His skills were not to be wasted on such a simple mission. It would have been one of the others, though I'll be slivered if I can remember which one.

GUYBRUSH: So one of the mutineers should know where the Tongue of the Manatee is? [text says "this Tongue", voice says "the Tongue"]

DE CAVA: I imagine so.

[E. "Okay, got it."]

GUYBRUSH: Okay, got it.

DE CAVA: Learn to communicate with the manatee, and La Esponja Grande will finally be within our grasp! [He walks back upstairs to the steering wheel of the deck.]

[Guybrush looks at the buoy...]

GUYBRUSH: It reads: Visit the Sacred Giant Manatee Mating Grounds, Home to La Esponja Grande. 200 fathoms. No littering.

[...at the quarters door...]

GUYBRUSH: [calls out] Van Winslow, how are you feeling?

WINSLOW: [from inside] On the mend, sir! *Cough! Cough!*

GUYBRUSH: [Uh,] Just wanted to let you know that we're out of the manatee, so, whenever you feel like joining us on deck... [Winslow makes a growl before he turns into a zombie spawn again.]

WINSLOW: [monster voice] [Arrr!] Try to tell me what to do again and you'll be keelhauled halfway to Sunday! [returns to normal again]

GUYBRUSH: [mouths out an "Eek."] Sorry.

[...at the mainmast...]

GUYBRUSH: That's the mast of my ship, The Screaming Narwhal!

MORGAN: [annoyed] Uuugff!

[...at De Cava's ship...]

GUYBRUSH: De Cava's ship, the Howler Monkey. It might not be the fastest ship in the Caribbean, but it's certainly seen the most bile.

[...at the map or the wheel...]

GUYBRUSH: We're right on top of La Esponja Grande. De Cava would never let us set sail.

[...and pulls the trigger on the cannon, covering his ears before it fires a shot at the water.]

[He looks at the flopping fish on a sandbag.]

GUYBRUSH: [Ooh,] Look at that fish flop! Come here, you... [He takes the fish and puts it in his pocket.]

[Examine the flopping fish]

GUYBRUSH: This salmon sure does flop around a lot. Woo woo...

[Use the flopping fish anywhere else]

GUYBRUSH: I don't want anything bad to happen to this fish.

[He goes to talk to Morgan.]

GUYBRUSH: Hey, Morgan, I know you're a cutthroat pirate hunter, but do you have any female insight into this manatee problem?

MORGAN: You mean the "monster"?

GUYBRUSH: The same. This thing is colossal. Teeth the size of a ship's mast. Been killing any male manatee that gets within a flipper's length.

MORGAN: You know she might seem cold and brutal, but she's probably just... I don't know. Lonely, you know?

GUYBRUSH: Shouldn't she just stop murdering anything that gets near her cave then?

MORGAN: [strict] What did you do when she showed her teeth?

GUYBRUSH: Hello, I ran away.

MORGAN: Right. [goes to him] You know what I think?

GUYBRUSH: What's that?

MORGAN: She needs another manatee to stand its ground and not be so afraid of her. She kills them because that's all she knows how to do. [goes close to him] And if someone could overcome that fear of death and stand in front of her long enough to teach her something different, I think she might just let them. [They look close at each other for a few seconds.]

GUYBRUSH: And then we could get the sponge?

MORGAN: [nods] Yes. And then we could get the sponge. [He then turns around and walks from her.]

GUYBRUSH: And then we can cure Elaine. Perfect! Talk a male manatee into standing its ground. Thanks, Mo. You're the best!

MORGAN: Uh, yeah. [turns away from him] Don't worry about it. [He then goes upstairs to talk to De Cava again.]

DE CAVA: What is it, swabby?

["I can't WAIT to get La Esponja Grande!"]

GUYBRUSH: I can't WAIT to get La Esponja Grande!

DE CAVA: What? Why do you care about La Esponja?

GUYBRUSH: I, uh... Just want to get good marks come crewman review time.

DE CAVA: Ah, very well then.

["Whatcha workin' on?"] [NOTE: Again, text error puts in an apostrophe after "Whatcha" instead of "workin'".]

GUYBRUSH: So... whatcha doin'?

DE CAVA: Working.

GUYBRUSH: On?

DE CAVA: Plan B.

GUYBRUSH: Oh. Good thinking.

[R1. "Morgan's got a plan for dealing with the Leviathan!"]

GUYBRUSH: Morgan thinks the Leviathan just needs a male to stand its ground!

DE CAVA: Well then, Cyrano, learn to understand their language and find the Tongue of the Manatee.

GUYBRUSH: Then all I need to do is find her a suitor.

[R2. "There's a scientist on Flotsam who understands manatee?"]

GUYBRUSH: You said there's a scientist on Flotsam who understands manatee?

DE CAVA: Yes, Santino learned it from him. Good luck getting to Flotsam, though. I shall not leave this spot until La Esponja Grande is in my hands!

[R3. "The Tongue of the Manatee lets me speak to them?"]

GUYBRUSH: What was that about the Manatee Tongus Maximus?

DE CAVA: It's a device that allows you to sing their song. Like I said, I can't remember which crew member I asked to protect it.

[E. "All right, that's enough."]

GUYBRUSH: All right, that's enough.

DE CAVA: Suit yourself. [Guybrush goes to the file trunk, then looks at De Cava.]

GUYBRUSH: May I have a look at your files?

DE CAVA: As a trusted member of my crew, there's nothing I wouldn't share with you.

GUYBRUSH: [smiles] Really?

DE CAVA: Go right ahead. [Guybrush opens the trunk, revealing the files of himself and of De Cava's crew. He starts with his own file, a crew member profile, which reads: "Name: Guybrush Threepwood. Expertise: Ghost pirate removal. Turn-On: Elaine. (Captain's note: Who??) Greatest Fear: Beards of the undead. Underthings: Commando. Captain's Notes: Keep an eye on this one." [NOTE: Some statuses on Guybrush's profile may change differently no matter how many times you look at it; see Trivia and References for more info.] He then goes into Bugeye's crew member profile which reads: "Name: Bugeye. Expertise: Pugilistics. Turn-On: The blood of tyrants. Greatest Fear: The life unlived. Underthings: Boxers. Captain's Notes: Bit of a fussbudget." Next, he goes though Moose's profile which reads: "Name: M. Muszalski. Expertise: Leisure. Turn-On: Primo talent. Greatest Fear: Bummers. Underthings: 'It's all good' (?) Captain's Notes: Questionable work ethic. Unusual smell." He next goes into Santino's profile, which reads: "Name: Santino, AKA: Señor Santástico, [NOTE: The "ñ" and "á" are missing in "Señor Santástico".] The Sandman, Tino, T-Bird, Sir Santino the Duke of Triumph. Expertise: Swordplay, bullfighting, pastry chefery, skin diving, matchmaking, treasure hunting, the language of giant manatees, cross-stitch. Turn-On: Being Santino. Greatest Fear: Utterly fearless. Underthings: Au naturel. [NOTE: Text error misspells it as "Au naturale."] Captain's Notes: What a dish!" Finally, he goes through Noogie's crew member profile with a picture that reads: "DIRECTOR OF DISCIPLINE: Sister Agnes"; the profile itself reads: "Name: Noogie. Expertise: Percussion. Turn-On: Leather. Greatest Fear: Sister Agnes (mugshot attached). Underthings: Briefs. Captain's Notes: Not much use." He looks at the nun picture.]

GUYBRUSH: Whoa! Look at the mug on that nun! [He then goes back down to the mast to talk to Bugeye.] I need information!

BUGEYE: You'll never make me talk. I draw my strength from the Brotherhood!

[E1. "Who had the Tongue of the Manatee, scumbag?"]

GUYBRUSH: Who had the Tongue of the Manatee, scumbag?

Or:

[E2. "Pretty please, who had the Tongue of the Manatee?"]

GUYBRUSH: Please, who had the Tongue of the Manatee? Pretty please? With a kumquat on top?

Or:

[E3. "I have ways of making you talk!"]

GUYBRUSH: Tell me where I can find the Tongue of the Manatee [points his finger at Bugeye] or it's time for Tibetan Tickle Torture.

Or:

[E4. "ARRR!"]

GUYBRUSH: [turns around and makes a pirate face, then...] ARRR!

[NOTE: Regardless of choice, the story continues on, that is, if you talked to Bugeye first or second.]

BUGEYE: [becomes frightened] I didn't have it! I can't remember who had it, but it wasn't me!

MORGAN: He's telling the truth.

GUYBRUSH: [clueless] What? I didn't even have to do anything.

MORGAN: Sometimes they break easy, like delicate Fabergé Eggs. Look at him, he's a wreck.

BUGEYE: Just don't hurt me!

GUYBRUSH: Fine. [He talks to Bugeye again.]

["What else do you know?"]

GUYBRUSH: What else do you know?

BUGEYE: Nothing! Please let me go! I want to go home!

[R. "See what you get for being a stick-in-the-mud?"]

GUYBRUSH: See what you get for being a stick-in-the-mud?

BUGEYE: We'll see.

[E5. "Talk to you later."]

GUYBRUSH: Talk to you later.

[Show the 6000 doubloons to Noogie]

GUYBRUSH: I've got some mighty fine treasure here... and it could all be yours if you just tell me where the Tongue of the Manatee is.

NOOGIE: I don't want treasure! I want freedom! FREEDOM!

[Guybrush next talks to Noogie.]

GUYBRUSH: I need information!

NOOGIE: I'll never break!

[R1. "Tongue of the Manatee. Start talking."]

GUYBRUSH: Tongue of the Manatee. Who had it?

NOOGIE: You'll never find it, betrayer!

["Comfy?"]

GUYBRUSH: Comfy?

NOOGIE: You're a betrayer! ... But do you think Morgan is still into me?

GUYBRUSH: Oh yeah. Definitely. [points his hook hand at Noogie] See how you still have all your limbs? That means she cares.

NOOGIE: Good.

["I thought you were the scaredy cat of the group."]

GUYBRUSH: I thought you were the scaredy cat of the group.

NOOGIE: I'm deceptively principled! Unlike you, Benedict Arnold.

[E1. Next time Guybrush talks to Noogie and says, "That's enough"...]

GUYBRUSH: [Ah,] That's enough.

["ARRR!"]

GUYBRUSH: ARRR! [He turns around to think up a scary facial expression.]

[R2. Use the wrong facial expression]

NOOGIE: [unfazed] You... you can't intimidate me!

[E2. Use the correct facial expression]

[Guybrush comes up with the face expressions of a stinky, cross-eyed geezer and shows it to Noogie, who becomes frightened.]

NOOGIE: STOP! AHH! PLEASE, NO, SISTER AGNES, NOOGIE'S SORRY! [text says "NOOGIE IS", voice says "NOOGIE'S"]

GUYBRUSH: Who had the Tongue of the Manatee or you get the face again?

NOOGIE: I don't know! It wasn't me! I can't remember though, you've gotta believe me!

GUYBRUSH: I do, but does Sister Agnes?

NOOGIE: [panicked] Please!

MORGAN: He doesn't know.

GUYBRUSH: [reluctant] Oh, all right. My face cramps up when I do it anyway. [He next talks to Moose.] All right, you.

["Tongue of the Manatee. Who had it?"]

GUYBRUSH: Tongue of the Manatee. Who had it?

MOOSE: Not telling you, man. I'll never talk. Santino's with me on this.

MURRAY: [as Santino] Yeah! We'll rot before you know anything.

MOOSE: [overjoyed] Solidarity, brother.

[R1. "Santino will snap like a twig!"]

GUYBRUSH: Santino will snap like a twig!

MOOSE: Two are like three times stronger than one! You'll never break either of us!

MURRAY: [as Santino] You'll have to kill me! And I'm already dead...

MOOSE: You've got nothing on us, bro!

["Tough guys, huh? I'll make you talk!"]

GUYBRUSH: [Eh,] Tough guys, huh? Let's see what happens when I tighten the screws.

MOOSE: Hurt me all you want, I'll never sing for the man.

MURRAY: Yeah, hurt him all you want!!

MOOSE: YEAH!

MURRAY: YEAH!!!

MOOSE AND MURRAY: YEAH!

["ARRR!"]

GUYBRUSH: [turns around and makes a pirate face, then...] ARRR!

MOOSE: Ha, you can't scare me with Santino by my side.

MURRAY: The fires of my rage will keep you warm, brother!

["Sorry to have to go and pull you away from your ichor."]

GUYBRUSH: Sorry to have to go and pull you away from your ichor.

MOOSE: Unbelievable, bra. I thought you and I were going to have buckets of good times. Just you, me, Santino, Jumbo Jimbo, partying at the Cantina. Maybe hit the mucus flume for a change of pace.

GUYBRUSH: Yeah... I can't believe I'm gonna miss out on the mucus flume...

[E1. "That's enough... for now."]

GUYBRUSH: [Mmm,] You can't stay tough forever.

MOOSE: Watch me.

MURRAY: Watch him! [Guybrush next talks to Murray.]

GUYBRUSH: You! Murray!

MOOSE: His name is Santino! [Murray grinds his teeth again.]

GUYBRUSH: [sighs] Santino.

["I know you know diddly."]

GUYBRUSH: I know you know diddly.

MURRAY: That might be so, but I'll never talk! And the wills of these men will be stronger for it! [text says "shall", voice says "will"]

MORGAN: The skull is right. This information won't come easy.

["You're useless."]

GUYBRUSH: You're useless.

MURRAY: Muwahaha...

["Tell Moose to give up his info."]

GUYBRUSH: Tell Moose to give up his info.

MURRAY: Never! I revel in your frustration with my tight-lipped-comrade [sic]!

[R. "I'm throwing you overboard."]

GUYBRUSH: I'm throwing you overboard.

MURRAY: Yeah, try it, fumblefingers! [Guybrush starts reaching for Murray, who snaps at him with an evil grin.]

GUYBRUSH: Zoinks!

["Brotherhood's not so cool now, is it?"]

GUYBRUSH: Brotherhood's not so cool now, is it?

MURRAY: Wait until we chew through your ropes of oppression and topple your puppet regime!

GUYBRUSH: Wow, Murray, you've gone political.

MURRAY: I just learned all those words.

[E. "Talk to you later."]

GUYBRUSH: Talk to you later.

MURRAY: Be gone, oppressor!

[Talk to Murray again]

GUYBRUSH: Santino!

[The same conversation repeats again.]

[Show the 6000 doubloons or crown to Murray]

GUYBRUSH: Can you be bribed?

MURRAY: Only with your head on a pike! Muahaha, yes, pike, muahaha.

[Talk to Noogie again]

["What else do you know?"]

GUYBRUSH: What else do you know?

NOOGIE: Nothing! Just don't do that face again!

[R2. "ARRR!"]

[Guybrush does the stinky, cross-eyed geezer face again with an "ARRR!"]

NOOGIE: STOP IT! I've told you all I know!

GUYBRUSH: All right.

[E3. "Talk to you later."]

GUYBRUSH: Talk to you later.

[Guybrush then talks to Morgan.]

GUYBRUSH: Hey, Mo.

["Those mutineers have information."]

GUYBRUSH: Those mutineers have information.

MORGAN: I've got ways of making them talk.

GUYBRUSH: [Ha,] I bet you do. But you know what? [snaps his finger] I think I've got this.

MORGAN: Yeah?

GUYBRUSH: Yeah.

["Do you know anything about the language of manatees?"]

GUYBRUSH: Do you know anything about the language of manatees?

MORGAN: Nope. I speak a little monkey though.

["You work for De Singe, how can I get back to Flotsam?"]

GUYBRUSH: You work for De Singe, how can I get back to Flotsam? I need him to teach me how to understand manatee.

MORGAN: The next time you set foot on Flotsam, you'll be dissected.

GUYBRUSH: Catchy. You ever consider a career with their chamber of commerce?

MORGAN: Sailing there isn't an option...

GUYBRUSH: [smiles] "Lose your heart on Flotsam Island! Along with your spleen."

MORGAN: What you need is a way to GET to Flotsam without being on Flotsam.

GUYBRUSH: Hey, that sounds like a puzzle. You really are warming up to my shtick.

[R. "How do I get to Flotsam without being on Flotsam??"]

GUYBRUSH: Your metaphysical tomfoolery is boggling my mind. How do I get to Flotsam Island without BEING on Flotsam Island?

MORGAN: I'm saying you need to get back there but you can't set foot on the island. So, good luck with that.

["About this female manatee..."]

GUYBRUSH: About this female manatee...

MORGAN: Yeah?

GUYBRUSH: Get a male manatee to stand its ground... then what? Ooh, I could teach him the courting dance of the Monkey Island TM cannibals!

MORGAN: Or... how about you get him to string a coherent sentence together? A little humor doesn't hurt either.

[E1. Next time Guybrush says, "All right, thanks"...]

GUYBRUSH: Thanks.

[E2. "Can I borrow your sword for a minute?"]

GUYBRUSH: Can I borrow your sword for a minute?

MORGAN: Just for a minute.

GUYBRUSH: Thanks. [He takes her sword with a smile, then goes to Murray.] I'm sorry it had to come to this. [takes out the sword] The Tongue of the Manatee location, or someone here will never need a milliner again.

MORGAN: Uh, a milliner?

GUYBRUSH: [to Morgan] Hatmaker. A hatter. I'm cutting off somebody's head.

MOOSE: You don't have the stones!

GUYBRUSH: DON'T I?

MURRAY: You don't scare me with your sharp shiny stick, puny mortal! I am Santino, the incontrovertible demonic skull, and I shall -- [Before he can finish, there is a swish of the sword as Guybrush cuts off Murray from the skeleton and sends him flying.] WAAAAATHREEEEPWOOD! [He falls into the ocean and Moose is shocked.]

MOOSE: AAHHHHHH! OHMIGOD, OHMIGOD, OHMIGOD, MAN! [text error misspells "OHMIGOD" as "OHMYGOD" three times (!), and they're all missing a comma]

NOOGIE: What?! What happened?! We can't see!

MOOSE: HE DID IT! HE'S CRAZIER THAN A SACK OF EELS, MAN!

BUGEYE: [turns his head to Moose in fright] What did he do?!

MOOSE: SANTINO'S DEAD!

NOOGIE AND BUGEYE: [frightened in unison] AHHHHH!

MOOSE: [resigns] I had it! Please, bra, don't hurt anyone else!

GUYBRUSH: Is this true?

MOOSE: It's Jimbo, the Ichor funnel. That's the Tongue of the Manatee. I left it back in the big guy's stomach. [sighs] I can't believe he's gone...

[NOTE: Of course, whoever you torture last will spill out the beans of the Tongue of the Manatee location. I'm narrowing it down to who gets tortured last or not, so bear with me. If Moose is not the last to be tortured and you do it to him first or second and the crew laments the "death" of Santino...]

MOOSE: Don't hurt anyone else, I'll talk!

GUYBRUSH: Go.

MOOSE: I didn't have it. That's all I can remember.

GUYBRUSH: Forgive me for not trusting your bile-encrusted memory.

MOOSE: I didn't have it, bro.

MORGAN: [to Guybrush] He's telling the truth, or at least he thinks he is.

GUYBRUSH: All right. Who's next?

[If Noogie is the last to be tortured...]

[Guybrush comes up with the face expressions of a stinky, cross-eyed geezer and shows it to Noogie, who becomes frightened.]

NOOGIE: STOP! AHH! PLEASE, NO, SISTER AGNES, NOOGIE'S SORRY! [text says "NOOGIE IS", voice says "NOOGIE'S"]

GUYBRUSH: Who had the Tongue of the Manatee or you get the face again?

NOOGIE: It was Moose! Moose had it! [Uh,] Please, no more!

GUYBRUSH: [with a smile] Is this true?

MOOSE: I said I can't remember, bra.

NOOGIE: It's Jimbo, his Ichor funnel. That's the Tongue of the Manatee.

MOOSE: [realizes this] Oh YEAH! *laughs* [text error says "Ha."] Ya, that's it. I left it back in the big guy's stomach. How could I forget?

GUYBRUSH: I wonder.

[And if Bugeye is the last to be questioned, either by a threat, a facial expression or a "pretty please"...]

BUGEYE: [whines] It was Moose! Moose had it!

GUYBRUSH: [surprised] Wow, that was easy. Is this true?

MOOSE: [looks up] I said I can't remember, bra.

BUGEYE: [whines again] It's Jimbo, his Ichor funnel. [nods] That's the Tongue of the Manatee.

MOOSE: [realizes this] Oh YEAH! *laughs* [text error says "Ha."] Ya, that's it. I left it back in the big guy's stomach. How could I forget?

GUYBRUSH: I wonder.

[Nevertheless, regardless of which member was tortured last for info, the story continues on as usual.]

[Talk to Moose again]

["Tell me more."]

GUYBRUSH: Tell me more.

MOOSE: I told you all I know, bra... I can't believe you killed him...

[R2. "The Tongue of the Manatee is your ichor funnel?"]

GUYBRUSH: The Tongue of the Manatee is your ichor funnel?

MOOSE: Yeah. I can't believe I left Jimbo behind.

["I'm sorry about your friend."]

GUYBRUSH: [Eh,] I'm sorry about your friend.

MOOSE: Uncool, bro... uncool.

[E2. "Anyway, talk to you later."]

GUYBRUSH: Anyway, talk to you later.

[Try to return Morgan's sword to Morgan]

GUYBRUSH: Here's your sword back.

MORGAN: Eh, hold onto it. You might need it.

GUYBRUSH: Bold.

MORGAN: [shrugs her hands] Oh, I can get it back whenever I want.

[Taking Moose's advice, Guybrush goes to the plank, holds his nose and his breath, raises his hook hand and does a pencil dive into the water. Once at the seabed, he shows the seahorse head to the giant manatee.]

GUYBRUSH: Hungry, fella? [He holds the head up high before the manatee sniffs it and swallows him up again, and he returns to the belly of the manatee and looks around.] All of that indigestion and digestion has tossed the Tongue of the Manatee into the bile pool... that's a long way down.

[As he starts walking...]

GUYBRUSH: I've got De Cava's exit concoction, which can be administered to the main bile pool whenever I need to get out of here. This is going to be one regular giant manatee.

[Look at the esophagus]

GUYBRUSH: There's nothing interesting up there now. Just a whole lotta tongue.

[Look at the bongos]

GUYBRUSH: I haven't played bongos since my stint as a beat poet. [He thinks for a bit, then looks around.] Hmm... [He walks up to the bongos, then closes his eyes and smiles as he opens them and plays the bongos wildly. For a moment he makes a jazz ditty with the beat of the bongos. After a few seconds of playing, the bile rises up to the top. Guybrush is still playing them like it's music to his ears, then stops and gets up with a smile before it turns into a frown as the pool of bile lowers down again.]

[Look at the punching bag]

GUYBRUSH: I'd never punch a manatee. Well, maybe in self-defense.

[Look at the Tongue of the Manatee]

GUYBRUSH: I can't reach it.

[Use Morgan's sword with the Tongue of the Manatee]

GUYBRUSH: Nope, I can't reach it that way. It's just too far down.

[He goes to the bongos again, takes out the flopping fish, and places it on them, making it jump to their rhythm. The pool of bile rises to the top, then he quickly goes through the weird bump to the pool of bile, then kneels down and grabs the Tongue of the Manatee.]

GUYBRUSH: Got it! [He then looks at it more closely and reads.] The Tongue of the Manatee: Travel Edition. [He places it in his pocket and examines it.] Tongue of the Manatee: Travel Edition. All the manatee phrases you need to know while visiting the abyss.

[Use the Tongue of the Manatee anywhere else]

GUYBRUSH: This is my only way to communicate with giant manatees. I need to keep it safe.

[He then goes to the pool o' bile with the manatee lax.]

GUYBRUSH: Just a dab'll do ya. [He takes out the manatee lax and pours it in.] Whoops. [The insides shake up, and the manatee wakes up before Guybrush goes out of its mouth again.] Whoo, [text says "Well", voice says "Whoo"] that was [um]... actually, I don't wanna talk about it.

Or:

[Pour the manatee lax a second time]

GUYBRUSH: [pours the lax again] It's worse when you know what's coming next. [There is a rumble again as the insides shake up, and the manatee wakes up before Guybrush goes out of its mouth again.]

[Use any other item on the Giant Manatee]

GUYBRUSH: Uh, I think I should just talk to him.

[If you take too long underwater and the ten minutes are up]

GUYBRUSH: Uh oh. I know I can hold my breath underwater for 10 minutes... I gotta run! [He quickly and automatically runs to the anchor and climbs back up to the Screaming Narwhal, where he recuperates until the next time he takes the plunge into the ocean's depths again.]

[Guybrush tries holding out the Tongue of the Manatee near the cave mouth.]

GUYBRUSH: It's time I gave this Leviathan a good talking to. [He runs to the cave mouth, but a growl is heard again and he runs away in fright while being chased by the female manatee again. He then stops and puts away the item.] [Ah,] I think she'd rather chat with someone her own size! [He then goes back to the Giant Manatee with the Tongue of the Manatee, then takes out the item and looks at it.] It's the travel edition! I'm going to have to make do with the phrases that come preloaded. Here goes nothing. Best start with courtesy. [He then uses the item to try to speak with the giant manatee, but the growls of the giant manatee are gibberish.] I'm not getting anywhere until I learn to understand his language. [He puts the item away and returns to the Screaming Narwhal. There he runs up to the deck and looks at the locket on the barrel.] De Cava's locket, voodoo trinket or foil-wrapped candy with a nougat center?

DE CAVA: Look all you want, but don't take it!

[Guybrush examines the round picture on the locket...]

GUYBRUSH: [off-camera] The Voodoo Lady. A little younger, a little thinn... well, a little younger.

[...and at the button.]

GUYBRUSH: Hmm, I never noticed this before. Wonder what it does... [He presses the button, and the Voodoo Lady possesses De Cava again.]

VOODOO LADY: [in De Cava's body] Guybrush! The voodoo power contained within that locket is not to be meddled with! The last time you fiddled with the powers of Voodoo, you stupidly unleashed the powers of-- [Guybrush looks all "oops" while she speaks and presses the button before she can finish, returning De Cava to normal again.]

[Press the button a second time]

[Guybrush presses the button, and at the button's glow De Cava becomes possessed again.]

VOODOO LADY: [in De Cava's body, angry] Did I not make myself clear! Subvert me again and the next time I get my hands on you I'm going to-- [Guybrush shrinks in fear at the Voodoo Lady's threat and quickly presses the button to return De Cava to normal again.]

[Guybrush takes out the wrench and uses it to turn the arrow on the button to the left, then puts it away.]

GUYBRUSH: Now the arrow points the opposite way. This should be interesting. Or fraught with peril.

[Press the button AFTER turning it around]

[Guybrush presses the button, and at once the button glows up, and then something strange happens to De Cava.]

GUYBRUSH: Aww, he looks so peaceful. [The possessing effect suddenly wears off, and De Cava becomes himself again and turns to Guybrush.]

DE CAVA: Well! [with a "Whew!"] I, I just had the most magnificent daydream. [nods] I was back in my beloved's home! Her smell still plays on my nose! [sniffs] Mmm... perfumes of potpourri... the brine of shrunken heads... the balm of broken souls.

[Guybrush then takes out his own picture and puts it in place of De Cava's square picture.]

[If you DIDN'T turn the button around before placing the Guybrush picture on the square picture and pressing the button]

[Guybrush presses the button, and at once the button glows up, and he suddenly becomes possessed.]

VOODOO LADY: [in Guybrush's body, wondering] What am I doing in this spindly husk? It can't be Threepwood... perhaps I've leapt into the decrepit shell of a sailor suffering starvation or the torpid corpse of a malnourished deckhand... [The possession suddenly leaves him, and he becomes himself again.]

[If you turned the button around AND placed the Guybrush picture on the square picture]

[He then presses the button, which glows up, and he feels a shock in his body as his eyes glow, and he is spaced out. Camera moves up to his face, going inside his white eyes before the scene fades to black. Scene returns to normal as the camera pulls away from the Voodoo Lady's white eyes before the glow fades and she returns to normal in her own shack before she looks around in a daze, yet now speaks in Guybrush's voice.]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: Whoa. [S/he looks at him/herself and jiggles his/her breasts around, as Guybrush has indeed taken possession of the Voodoo Lady.] This voodoo throne is plush. Comfortable. Ergonomic. No wonder she never stands up when I arrive. Now, upsy-daisy. [struggles to get up] Ugh... oof... urggg.... [S/he sits back down, exhausted.] She CAN'T get up? But I need to talk to the Marquis De Singe...

[S/he looks at the voodoo ingredients...]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: [off-camera] All the ingredients for a big, unhealthy voodoo salad.

[...at the parrot perch...]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: [off-camera] That's where I met my old pyrite pal!

[...at the shrunken heads...]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: It's like sitting under the mistletoe! Except for the occasional drips of shrunken-head-juice [sic].

[...at the hand lotion...]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: When you handle tarot cards all day, it's important to moisturize.

[...at the bookshelf...]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: [off-camera] A variety of voodooey [sic] volumes. Nothing about the language of manatees though.

[...at the crystal ball...]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: The Legendary Paperweight of Yemalla. It can hold down paper like nobody's business.

[...and at the skull.]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: It's cool sitting BEHIND the giant skull. [points up his/her index finger in coolness] Like, I'm The Man. I mean, the Woman. I mean, the man trapped in a woman's body. [plays with him/herself again] You know what I mean.

[Examine the chicken foot backscratcher]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: I hope this is what I think it is and not what I hope it isn't.

[Examine the severed finger]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: It looks familiar... but I just can't put my finger on it.

[Examine the cocktail napkin]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: It's a cocktail napkin with the words "jujumama" and "sesame." Oooooh, cryptic!

[S/he examines the voodoo mat and three cards appear: Fracture, Curse, and Journey. S/he looks at the voodoo instructions.]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: [off-camera] Instructions... [hmm,] didn't take the Voodoo Lady for the forgetful sort. [Uh,] Let's see. [reads] "For sizzling voodoo action, fill slots with Tarot cards. Slot one: the one who acts. Slot two: the action taken. Slot three: the one who receives the action." [S/he looks at the Journey card showing Guybrush himself...] It's a picture of an incredibly handsome adventurer on his way somewhere. [...and takes it, placing it on the Action slot before looking at the Fracture card, which shows De Singe being split.] It has the picture of a fractured scientist on it. [S/he takes the card and places it on the Actor slot, then looks at the Curse card with a picture of the Voodoo Lady.] It shows a woman conjuring a curse. [S/he takes the card and places it on the Target slot, then looks at a voodoo bell.] "Hex Me Now." [rings the bell] I wonder what this does?

[If you put the cards in the wrong slots and ring the bell]

[The cards emit an eerie glow. If you put the Journey card in the Actor slot, the Curse card in the Action slot and the Fracture card in the Target slot first, De Singe will bend down and scream in pain before looking around.]

DE SINGE: Ooohh! [text says "Yeeeow!", voice says "Ooohh!"] What a terrible wedgie! I wonder what could have caused this?

[If you put the Curse card in the Actor slot, the Journey card in the Action slot and the Fracture card in the Target slot and ring the bell, the cards will glow again, and the Voodoo Lady's eyes will glow in fright before the scene cuts to De Singe at the lab.]

DE SINGE: I like otters. They are so cute but potentially ferocious. They are the wolves in sheep's clothing of the sea. Hmm... Perhaps I could develop genetically flambéed attack otters... [text error puts in "flambé'd" instead of "flambéed"] [thinks for a bit] [ah,] oui... [The glow in the Voodoo Lady's eyes will fade, and Guybrush will still be back in her body.]

[If you put the Fracture in Actor, Curse in Action, and Journey in Target and ring the bell, the cards will glow again, and De Singe will become angry.]

DE SINGE: Curse you, Guybrush Threepwood!!! [Guybrush the Voodoo Lady will become shocked at this, then smile.]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: That wasn't so bad.

[If you put Fracture in Actor, Journey in Action, and Curse in Target and ring the bell]

[The cards emit a white glow for a few seconds, and there is a knock on the door.]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: Come on in! Um... [text says "Er...", voice says "Um..."] [does his/her best feminine voice] Enter my... mystical... lair of voodoo! [The Marquis De Singe walks in to her shack.]

DE SINGE: Bonjour, mademoiselle. I have traveled here to [eh]... [hmm,] pardon[n]ez-moi, I can't quite remember.

["Taking a break from playing with my severed hand!?"]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: [angry] Taking a break from playing around with my -- [stops him/herself] ahem, with the hand of Threepwood, hmm?

DE SINGE: [surprised] Quoi? How do you know of this?

Or:

["You suddenly realized that science is a fad?"]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: [becoming stern] You suddenly realized that science is a fad, your life's work is a waste, and you'd like a luscious shoulder to cry on?

DE SINGE: [gets disparaged] Huh! Never!

Or:

["You've missed my musk?"]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: You've missed my musk?

DE SINGE: Quoi?! No!

[NOTE: Regardless of which topic you choose, the story continues as before.]

DE SINGE: Are you feeling all right? You seem... how you say... bizarre.

["I feel... pretty."]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: I feel... pretty. [plays with him/herself while s/he speaks]

Or:

["I feel great! Lithe! Never better!" (PENDING)]

Or:

["Actually, I may have really swallowed some bile earlier..." (PENDING)]

[NOTE: Again, regardless of the choice, the story continues on.]

DE SINGE: Uh... that is nice. I will be going now.

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: Wait, while you're here, I want to ask you something. [points at De Singe]

["What are the odds of a guy like you, and a girl like me..."]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: What are the odds of a guy like you, and a girl like me...

DE SINGE: [in anger] Zero! I will never compromise my science for a bunch of phooey and a pile of chicken bones! [returns to smiling] Will that be all?

["Do you have any secrets you'd like to share?"]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: Do you have any secrets you'd like to share? Perhaps concerning Monkey Island?

DE SINGE: You mean zat worthless rock on top of all zat lava? [text error puts it as "ontop"] Nothing, but I hear ze wildlife is quite cheeky. [shrugs his shoulders] Will that be all?

[E. "I understand that you speak the language of giant manatees."]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: I understand that you speak the language of giant manatees, and I am not referring to your silly accent.

DE SINGE: How do you know this? Yes, I have a book zat can teach one ze language of these majestic creatures.

["May I have this book?"]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: May I have this book?

Or:

["Excellent! Run back to your freaky laboratory and fetch it."]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: [in a feminine voice] Excellent! Run back to your freaky laboratory and fetch it for me.

Or:

["You don't have anything on tape?"]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: [points up his/her finger] You don't have anything on tape? I need to learn manatee, pronto.

[NOTE: Again, regardless of choice, the story moves on, as usual.]

DE SINGE: I feel no need to give it to you! [Mmm,] You will just tarnish it with your mumbo-jumbo voodoo nonsense -- you have no respect for ze sciences. [brushes off his sleeve]

[R1. "Don't make me get out of this chair."]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: [raises his/her fist in anger] Listen, Baguette-for-Brains, I'm warning you.

DE SINGE: [with a stern look] Or what? Your ways have no power over me!

[R2. "Is everyone from your country so unhelpful?" (PENDING)]

Or:

[E2. "Fine, keep your stinkin' book. See if I care." (PENDING)]

Or:

[E1. "Bring me the book of the manatee language or I will hex you."]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: [banging his/her fist on the chair arm in anger] Marquis, bring me the book of the manatee language or I'll give you an education on voodoo from the business end of a curse.

DE SINGE: [jeers] Ha! You make me laugh! Ha ha ha! [This,] This is the sound of my laughter! There will be no curse! Because I am not believing in it! [Hmph,] With that, I must go! [He exits the shack in anger, and Guybrush the Voodoo Lady looks at the voodoo mat again. This time, s/he places the Journey card in the Actor slot, the Curse card in the Action slot, and the Fracture card in the Target slot and rings the voodoo bell again. The cards again emit a bright glow for a few seconds, and the scene cuts to De Singe's lab, where he is given an invisible wedgie and screams in pain with an "OoooOOOOOOOooohhh!" before he drops down to the floor and looks around again.] OOOOHHHH! Oooh! [text says "YEEEOW!", voice says "OOOOHHHH! Oooh!"] Zat is ze worst wedgie I have ever known! [turns angry] Heavens to hippos, I can practically taste my underpants! [His eyeballs look around in fear before he shrugs it off.] No... it is impossible. She could not have done this to me. [After a few seconds...] [Hmm.] Perhaps I will bring her this silly textbook, just in case. [He takes the manatee language book, and the scene cuts to the Voodoo Lady's shack, where there is a knock on the door again, and Guybrush the Voodoo Lady looks surprised.]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: Who ever could it be? [does his/her best feminine voice again in a high pitch] It's ooooooopen.

DE SINGE: [arrives] I have brought you the language textbook you have requested. [holds up the book] My motivations for this act are meaningless. Take it.

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: Aww, for ME? Thanks, Marq. Put it there on the table. [De Singe puts the book, called "Giant Manatee in 12 Easy Steps", on the desk.] Now scram.

DE SINGE: [in anger] Hmmph! [He turns around and walks away, and Guybrush the Voodoo Lady looks at the language textbook.]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: [reads] "Learn the enchanting language of the giant sea-cow in twelve easy steps." [S/he takes the book and reads it. Camera moves up the Voodoo Lady's chair to a close-up of the shrunken heads.]

TWELVE EASY STEPS LATER...

[Camera returns to Guybrush the Voodoo Lady still reading his/her book before closing it and putting it away inside the desk.]

GUYBRUSH THE VOODOO LADY: Wow, who knew manatees had such an impressive vocabulary? [S/he looks at the voodoo mat once more. This time s/he places the Curse card on the Actor slot, the Fracture card on the Action slot, and the Journey card on the Target slot, and rings the voodoo bell. Once more the cards emit a bright glow, and the Voodoo Lady's eyes glow as s/he feels a shock in his/her body before it once more becomes the normal Voodoo Lady again. Scene fades to black and back to the Screaming Narwhal as the glow in Guybrush's eyes fades, and he returns to being in his own body again.]

GUYBRUSH: Whoa! That was like massive instantaneous liposuction. Not that I've ever done that sort of thing.

[NOTE: The possession of the Voodoo Lady ends the same way if you place the Journey card in the Actor slot, and the Curse card in the Target slot, but otherwise, the story continues.]

[He gets back downstairs and once more does a pencil dive into the seabed again, and tries speaking to the Giant Manatee in his own words.]

GUYBRUSH: Hi, Mister Manatee! This probably sounds like nonsense to your unevolved ear, but I think I can understand you now. [The Giant Manatee responds in a series of growls, which I will use in parentheses for translation along with the rest of the manatee-language speeches.]

GIANT MANATEE: (Hmm... the annoying plankton is back. I have half a mind to just eat the little jerk. Doesn't he know what I'm going through?)

GUYBRUSH: What are you going through?

GIANT MANATEE: [annoyed] (He keeps squeaking at me. Meanwhile, I finally get to the mating grounds and I'm shaking in my flippers. What do I know about talking to women? One wrong move and my body will feed a family of lobsters for a lifetime.)

GUYBRUSH: [in resignation] I better figure out how to speak like a manatee so I can help this guy out and get to the sponge. [He then holds up the Tongue of the Manatee again.] Here goes nothing. Best start with courtesy.

[Courtesy - "Hello, I am very pleased to meet you."]

GUYBRUSH: [puts the item to his mouth] (Hello, I am very pleased to meet you.)

GIANT MANATEE: [surprised] (Whoa, plankton speaks manatee! That's a first. Hi there, plankton.) [Guybrush holds down the item again before the manatee speaks again.] (Now, can you leave me alone? It's bad enough that the woman I swam thousands of miles to meet wants nothing to do with me.)

GUYBRUSH: [uses the item again] (May I help you?)

GIANT MANATEE: [frustrated] (Would you please?! I'm at the end of my rope... I'm terrible at talking to women, let alone one who could kill me with a flick of her tusk. I'll swim over to her cave and can you do the talking? She'll never notice a little plankton helping me out.)

GUYBRUSH: (This is satisfactory.)

GIANT MANATEE: (That's what I'm saying. Let's go, little buddy.) [He follows Guybrush to the cave mouth before they stop.] (Um... hi.) [The female manatee's growls are heard in response, and the Giant Manatee looks down at him.] (This is a bad idea.) [Guybrush holds the Tongue of the Manatee to his mouth again.]

GUYBRUSH: (This is satisfactory.)

GIANT MANATEE: (Stop saying that.) [The female manatee begins to speak from inside her cave as she emerges.]

FEMALE MANATEE: (Who is there? Who has decided it is their turn to die?!)

GIANT MANATEE: [nervous] (Uh... uh... go, little plankton. You're on!) [The female manatee starts asking a series of questions in her own language, which once again I will best describe in the The Taming of the Leviathan section of Script Miscellany when I get a chance. Anyway, Guybrush manages to get the answers to her questions right with the Tongue of the Manatee, and she moves forward little by little, until...]

FEMALE MANATEE: [satisfied] (I think I might like that swim now.)

GIANT MANATEE: (Uhh..... really?)

FEMALE MANATEE: (Yes. I think you're funny. And you had the courage to swim here and talk to me.)

GIANT MANATEE: (I'm a pretty tough guy.)

FEMALE MANATEE: (Then let's go, hotshot. Mama's been lonely.) [She emerges from the cave as Guybrush watches them go from on top of him, being careful to duck down and avoid her tail. A few seconds later the two manatees swim together and make sounds at him as if to say "Thank you" before swimming away. After a few seconds, Guybrush moves to the cave. There is light coming from outside before the camera moves to a close-up of a sponge inside and pulls further away to reveal the golden, legendary sea sponge, La Esponja Grande, atop a tiny pedestal.]

GUYBRUSH: There it is... the legendary Esponja Grande. [goes closer to it, as if in slow motion] I've crossed seas, survived an island siege, thwarted countless enemies (seven, give or take), traveled the entrails of a manatee and courted marine life all for this one moment... [He gets near the sponge and notices it is small.] Huh. I thought it'd be bigger. [He takes the sponge and looks at it for a few moments. The sponge emits a bright, golden glow from his hand, and he floats up higher as the golden light soon envelops him. There is a rumble as Guybrush is surrounded by brightness, and he looks around as if something is happening to him. Within a few seconds, his eyes turn red, and the entire scene turns white before the glow fades away and he lands back onto the ground as all the brightness is gone from the sponge in his now normal hand.] Wow, it works! I feel better already. [He holds up the sponge in thankfulness before putting it in his pocket.] Time to take La Esponja Pequeño to Elaine! [He runs back out of the cave before climbing back up the anchor to the Screaming Narwhal. It is now sunset as he climbs up the deck of the ship and takes out the sponge.] MO! I got it! We finally got it! We really hoodwinked old Coronado, eh? [He walks to Morgan, who is suddenly like "NO! Don't spill it out, stupid!"] Now I've just got to get back to her and-- [She is all angry like, "You blew it big time, stupid!", and Guybrush seems confused. She folds her arms and points her finger upward at the deck where De Cava and his crew, sans Noogie, are now.]

DE CAVA: [in surprise] I knew it.

GUYBRUSH: [innocently] Huh? No, De Cava, it's not like that...

DE CAVA: [points the finger of blame at Guybrush] You are a backstabbing sponge- and woman-stealer. [text says "You're", voice says "You are"] [shows the locket to Guybrush while he speaks] This is the end of the line.

GUYBRUSH: Really, hear me out! Bugeye, I thought you swore you'd never serve another tyrant?

BUGEYE: In light of recent events, I've had a philosophical breakthough.

GUYBRUSH: But what about Moose [referring to the bar pirate coming up behind them] and Noogie? Where's-- [Before he could finish, Moose bashes Guybrush and Morgan in the heads, rendering them both unconscious.]

DE CAVA: [pointing at the unconscious duo] Gentlemen, this is why you always have a plan B. [Scene cuts to a far-off view of Guybrush and Morgan lying still in front of Moose before fading to black. A few minutes later, Guybrush regains consciousness and rubs his head before getting up and finding that he and Morgan are both in cages atop the mast again. She looks at him.]

MORGAN: So what's plan B?

GUYBRUSH: Very funny. [He feels the cage before...] Ow! [Ooh,] This must be petrified wood. [grabs the cage bars] For being homemade by a lunatic, these cages are surprisingly sturdy.

[Try to touch the rope holding Morgan's cage]

GUYBRUSH: I can't reach it.

[Guybrush talks to Morgan]

GUYBRUSH: Morgan!

["How do we get out of here?"]

GUYBRUSH: How do we get out of here?

MORGAN: No idea! [becomes strict] This is YOUR kind of thing, isn't it?

[R1. "Can you reach the rope holding your cage?"]

GUYBRUSH: Can you reach the rope holding your cage? [She climbs up and goes for her rope atop of her, but...]

MORGAN: No. I can't get through the top!

[R2. "Can you reach the rope holding my cage?"]

GUYBRUSH: Can you reach the rope holding my cage? [Morgan tries reaching for the rope, but...]

MORGAN: It's too far away!

[E1. "I'll figure something out!"]

GUYBRUSH: I'll figure something out!

MORGAN: Better do it fast. De Cava's getting away!

[Guybrush shows the Blade of Dragotta to Morgan.]

GUYBRUSH: Your sword! [He tosses the sword to her as she catches it and puts it away.]

MORGAN: Thanks! It felt like I was missing a part of me! No offense. [He then tries going for the rope above his cage.]

GUYBRUSH: If I could just reach that rope... [He jumps back down and raises her cage upward.]

[If you tried to give Morgan's sword to Morgan while your cage is lowered]

GUYBRUSH: She's out of reach!

[With the task done, he talks to her.]

GUYBRUSH: Morgan!

[R1. Next time Guybrush says, "Can you reach the rope holding your cage?"...]

GUYBRUSH: Can you reach the rope holding your cage? [She climbs up and goes for her rope atop of her, but...]

MORGAN: It's too far away! [She jumps back down to make the cages level again.]

[E2. "Can you reach the rope holding my cage?"]

GUYBRUSH: Can you reach the rope holding my cage?

MORGAN: No. But I bet the Blade of Dragotta can! [She takes out the sword and cuts the rope holding his cage before it falls down.]

GUYBRUSH: Whooaaaaoowwww! [There is a smash as the cage is busted open, and he shakes his head for a bit before getting up again and brushing his sleeve, then turns around to De Cava's ship and raises his hook hand as he calls out...] Come back with my sponge! [There is a shot of De Cava now onboard the deck of the Howler Monkey before turning to Guybrush from far off.]

DE CAVA: [shouts out] You'll never have the sponge! Or my lady's love! [He then turns to Moose.] Moose, bring me my prize!

MOOSE: Sure thing, boss. I think Santino picked it up...

DE CAVA: [surprised] What?!?

MOOSE: [looks at the headless Santino again and pats the back of his neck] Oh.... right. [Guybrush goes toward the plank and notices the sponge on the floor.]

GUYBRUSH: Hey, they forgot the sponge!

DE CAVA: [barks out] Tack the mizzens and bring her about! [text error puts in an apostrophe before "mizzens"]

BUGEYE: [turns the steering wheel and the ship around] Yes, sir!

DE CAVA: Then empty the cannons on 'im, me hearties! [runs up to Bugeye with Moose]

GUYBRUSH: [looks up at the cage] Hey, Morgan! They forgot the sponge! Ha! [All of a sudden a cannonball is fired on Morgan's cage but misses after she ducks down, then she gets back up and looks at De Cava's approaching ship.]

MORGAN: They're coming back! Do something, Guybrush!

GUYBRUSH: First things first. [text error puts in "thing's" instead of "things"] [picks up La Esponja Grande]

[Guybrush looks at the smashed cage...]

GUYBRUSH: I spent some good times in that cage...

[...at the map...]

[Bugeye fires a cannonball at Guybrush, who ducks down and avoids it, safe from harm's way before he gets up again.]

DE CAVA: Where do you think you're going? Hand over the sponge or the manatees will forever mate over your corpse!

GUYBRUSH: Yikes! [He tries pointing at the map again, but there is a sound of cannon fire before he ducks down to avoid the shot again.]

DE CAVA: [demanding] No! First you must throw me La Esponja, then you may sail!

[...at the quarters door...]

[Bugeye fires the cannonball at Guybrush, who avoids it in the nick of time.]

DE CAVA: Ha! Your first mate can't help you now! Your only hope is to give me La Esponja!

[...at the plank...]

[Bugeye fires the cannonball at Guybrush, who ducks down and avoids it yet again.]

DE CAVA: Where do you think you're going? Hand over the sponge or the manatees will forever mate over your corpse!

GUYBRUSH: Yikes!

[...at the wheel...]

[Bugeye fires the cannonball at Guybrush, who ducks down and avoids it yet again.]

GUYBRUSH: Yikes!

[...at the cannon on De Cava's ship...]

GUYBRUSH: [off-camera] They just won't let up!

[...and at the cannon on the Screaming Narwhal.]

[Bugeye fires the cannonball at Guybrush, who ducks down and avoids it yet again before it falls into the water.]

[Examine La Esponja Grande or use it on De Cava's ship]

GUYBRUSH: I can't give it up; I need it to cure Elaine!

[Try using the Tongue of the Manatee on De Cava's ship]

GUYBRUSH: Calling a manatee to the rescue is the best idea I've had in minutes... but this won't work above water.

[Try using any item on the cannon]

GUYBRUSH: There are many things I'd like to do with that, but shoot it out of a cannon is not one of them.

[Try using La Esponja Grande on the cannon]

GUYBRUSH: I didn't seize the Screaming Narwhal, [text error puts it as "seize a screaming narwhal"] sacrifice a trio of legendary sea creatures, and help a couple [of] giant manatees find love for nothing!

[Try to use the seahorse head while De Cava's ship has a cannon]

[Bugeye fires the cannon at Guybrush, who avoids it in the nick of time again.]

DE CAVA: It is for me to shoot the cannon, and for you to surrender the sponge!

[Show any item to De Cava]

GUYBRUSH: He's too far away.

[He talks to Morgan again.]

GUYBRUSH: Morgan!

["Everything going all right up there?"]

GUYBRUSH: Everything going all right up there?

MORGAN: Just peachy!

[R3. "How do I free you?"]

GUYBRUSH: How do I free you?

MORGAN: It won't matter if De Cava sinks us to the bottom of the Caribbean! Take him out!

[If you had fired the cannon at the Howler Monkey while it is distracted]

[R4. "His ship is immune to cannon fire!"]

GUYBRUSH: [Oh,] His ship is immune to cannon fire!

MORGAN: There's got to be some way to sink him!

GUYBRUSH: [folds his arms] Easy for you to say!

[E3. "I'll figure something out!"]

GUYBRUSH: I'll figure something out!

MORGAN: Hurry! I can't dodge cannonballs forever!

[Guybrush next talks to De Cava.]

["Coronado! I can explain!"]

GUYBRUSH: Coronado! I can explain!

DE CAVA: Explain away when you're at the bottom of the ocean!

GUYBRUSH: What about the sponge?!

DE CAVA: Unlike you, IT FLOATS. Give it here and I'll spare your life!

GUYBRUSH: [defiant] No can do!

["Where's Noogie?!"]

GUYBRUSH: Where's Noogie?!

BUGEYE: Noogie had a hard time readjusting to crew life. [text error puts in a hyphen between "crew" and "life"] He wasn't ready to give up on Democracy.

GUYBRUSH: So he founded his own political party and sailed away peacefully?

BUGEYE: Sure. He went to a quiet farm upstate.

["Stop shooting!"]

GUYBRUSH: Stop shooting!

DE CAVA: Ready to give up La Esponja Grande?

GUYBRUSH: Well, no.

DE CAVA: [barks out] Shoot to kill, men!

[E. "Done talking to you, wacko!"]

GUYBRUSH: [waves his hook hand with a smile] Done talking to you, wacko!

[Guybrush goes to the mainmast of the Narwhal; at the same time another cannonball is fired at the mast but is bounced off of it, and he gets up after ducking down.]

GUYBRUSH: There's no mast like a rubber tree mast! [The repelled cannonball knocks onto its own cannon, destroying it in the process, and De Cava is shocked at this.]

DE CAVA: Quickly, bring up another cannon from the hold!

[If you take too long while the ship is distracted]

[Bugeye brings in another cannon and loads it onto the deck and continues firing again, until Guybrush uses the mainmast as a reflective shield to bounce the cannonball off of it, destroying the cannon to the shock of De Cava.]

DE CAVA: Another cannon! Rápidamente!

[Use the mainmast while De Cava's ship is distracted]

[Guybrush climbs up the mainmast very slowly before the cannon is loaded again and fires at him in the crow's nest, and he ducks down to avoid it before sliding down again.]

[Use the plank while De Cava's ship is distracted]

GUYBRUSH: I can't just leave Morgan behind. Besides, I'd have to come [right] back up in 10 minutes.

[Use the map while De Cava's ship is distracted]

DE CAVA: [demanding] No! First you must throw me La Esponja, then you may sail!

[Use the cannon while De Cava's ship is distracted]

[Guybrush tries firing the cannon at the ship, but the cannonball is suddenly repelled and falls into the water.]

DE CAVA: Hahaha! You can't sink a boat made ENTIRELY of rubber trees!

GUYBRUSH: [Oooh,] I should've thought of that...

[Look at De Cava's ship AFTER firing the cannon WHILE distracting that ship]

GUYBRUSH: That slippery savant built his entire ship out of rubber trees. Touché, Coronado.

[If you can't find any item to interact with the cannon a few times]

GUYBRUSH: The longer this seahorse head is in my pocket, the longer it's going to take to forget the smell.

[While De Cava's ship is distracted into getting another cannon, Guybrush takes out the seahorse head and looks at it.]

GUYBRUSH: Sorry, little buddy. [He places the head into the cannon, pulls the trigger and covers his ears as the cannon fires before he looks around. The head is sent flying as De Cava looks up before it deflects off the Howler Monkey and falls into the river with a splash and floats up.]

BUGEYE: [to De Cava] He's resorted to hurling detritus, sir!

GUYBRUSH: [looks down at the water] Hope you're still hungry, fella... [There is an aerial view of both ships close together before the sounds of the manatees are heard as they swim under the ocean. De Cava walks up to the edge of the deck and looks around, and Moose and Bugeye are getting confused. After a few seconds De Cava stands up, turns to the duo and shrugs his shoulders before the Giant Manatee emerges from behind them to devour them.]

BUGEYE: [in fright] MANATEEEEE!!! [Camera moves to the inside of the manatee's mouth as De Cava's screams join Bugeye's.]

DE CAVA: MANATEEEEEE!!! [The mouth gets closer to the ship before Moose's scream joins the others.]

MOOSE: [off-camera] ICHORRRRR!!! [As Guybrush watches, the Giant Manatee swallows up the Howler Monkey before submerging into the sea again, leaving with only its tail submerging into the water with a splash, and the Screaming Narwhal rocking before he ponders a bit.]

GUYBRUSH: Now that I think about it... keeping that seahorse head in my pants the entire time I was underwater probably wasn't the safest course of action. [Scene fades to black before fading back to a few minutes later, with Morgan now free from her cage.]

MORGAN: Well played, Threepwood.

GUYBRUSH: And I didn't even have to run anyone through.

MORGAN: Yeah, you let a manatee do your dirty work for you. [She touches him while she speaks, and Guybrush flinches before he points his finger up to say something, but...] Hey, [points her finger at the side] look at that. [He turns his head to the right, and there is a far-off view of the two manatees swimming together in front of the Narwhal before they submerge with their sounds.]

GUYBRUSH: Are they... holding hands?

MORGAN: Flippers, but yeah. [The manatees swim closer to the ship before submerging into the water again, and Guybrush and Morgan look at each other before they look down into the water, and the camera pulls up to an aerial view of the Narwhal. After a few seconds, Guybrush runs to the other side of the ship and looks again for the manatees, and Morgan follows him.]

GUYBRUSH: Huh. Where do you think they're headed?

MORGAN: I don't know. Wherever nature tells them to, I imagine. [After a few seconds a smile lights up his face.]

GUYBRUSH: That's nice. [While he watches, Morgan takes out her sword and knocks him in the head with its hilt, rendering him unconscious.]

MORGAN: [looks at him] Yes. It is. [Scene cuts to a far-off view of the Narwhal floating on by the winds in the beautiful sunset...]

[To Be Continued in Chapter 4: "THE TRIAL AND EXECUTION OF GUYBRUSH THREEPWOOD".]

[...before the camera submerges into the ocean, with Murray sinking in the ocean as the end credits roll, all the while he babbles on and on about the names in the sections of the credits, especially his own name in the "Cast" section, which I will soon describe in the End Credits section. As the credits are on the "Special Thanks" section, he moves down to the bottom of the ocean floor where the sea creature fossils lie in the sand before he finally drifts down into the treasure chest that Guybrush had hoarded for a golden wrench earlier, as the chest is near a crab.]

MURRAY: [in triumph] PRAISE THE BURNING FACE OF HELL! MUWAHAHAHAAA! AT LAST, I ALONE RULE THE INTERFACE! I HAVE TAKEN CONTROL, AND NONE SHALL -- [Before he can finish, the chest shuts itself in on him, and the crab moves to the chest and shakes it as the credits finally end, and the scene fades to black before fading back to the view of the Screaming Narwhal floating in the sunset again. Just then, Winslow emerges from the quarters deck and stretches out his arms after a long nap.]

WINSLOW: [Mmmmm,] Ah, feeling right as rain now, Captain! As refreshed as my days as [a] cabaña boy in Borneo! [He looks around, unaware that Guybrush is unconscious next to him, and as he looks around for a few moments, Morgan drops down from the deck behind him with her sword and pokes at him with distraction.] Captain? [He turns around to see her waving her arms.] Oh dear. [She too knocks him on the head with her sword's hilt, rendering him unconscious before the scene cuts to black.]

[End of Chapter 3: Lair of the Leviathan.]

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