Original subtitles

We got a catch! A big one!

I'm no dentist yet,

but those fake chompers look like they belong

to someone titanic.

Ha!

Maybe now folks will believe

that Titans ruling the realms

aren't just my cheese-induced nightmares.

I'll call in the quest.

But is Admiral Lovejoy even gonna give us fair credit?

She's been supes stingy lately.

Voila! Proof that Titans lived. Exhibit one.

One point.

Two?

One point.

Three?

Half a point.

I mean, who else would need a giant nail clipper?

I'm Lovejoy's fangirl as much as y'all,

but this isn't justice.

The Admiral is keeping us down, am I right?

She makes me see red.

She once gave my snerk salad one star.

She yawns at my mind maps.

I don't remember what she did to me,

but I wanna complain, too.

Worst admiral ever!

Ah... ah... achoo!

Ooh! Ha, ha, feels good to get that off my chest.

The rant and the sneeze.

Well, better call in the quest.

No!

Oh, it heard our rant.

We can't send it to Lovejoy now. What do?

No!

Oh, that will not bode well for our future.

Look for one with a spot. Or not.

I don't care, because I didn't talk trash.

Huh, it must be on its way to the guild.

Then anchor up and hoist the sail!

Hmm... No wind, no speed, Captain.

I suggest we use the slingshot maneuver.

I love it. Also, what is it?

A little stunt I've been working on.

What's the risk?

The Windbreaker becomes splinters.

Or everyone could just apologize to Lovejoy and face her wrath.

-Are you kidding? -Yeah, too risky.

We're going with Boreas' idea.

Huh. Now catch that flying fish!

Oh, fishsticks.

How does Lovejoy deal with this many calls a day?

Your admiral works around the clock, Lana.

And it's time for my night shift.

Take her out to dinner while we break into the guild.

But we can't stand each other.

Really? Come on.

I see that old spark between you two.

The way you always turn red when you're around her.

That is from anger, kiddo.

Yeah, sure.

Operation Meet Cute is a go, Daddy-o.

Why are you red, Andar? Nervous about something?

Er, hi. Hives. I have hives.

Wanna go for dinner with me?

Food? Hmm, nom-nom?

Oh, sure.

I haven't had an evening off in a purple moon.

Oh, guard!

Keep the old guild secure while we dine, okay?

Smooth.

So, what's your plan, Lana?

No idea. But let me come up with it while I say it out loud.

Let's start with... Disguises.

-That's where you two come in. -Huh?

Fine, I'll do it. For fashion.

Uh, Admiral,

everything okay with your eye... stache?

Just act confident.

Girl, I sweat confidence.

Do I look like everything's okay?

I just received word that there's an infestation

of gwarts in the guild.

Er, I wouldn't wanna be by the front door

when my blarg flushes them out.

Ah!

Phase one, complete.

Bo, orc out on anyone trying to get inside

while Admiral Chopov and I search the guild

for our tattle-tale fish.

Fine.

And I'll go chill, since I didn't dish any dirt.

No, we need you and Hugo

to make sure Lovejoy doesn't come back through the catacombs.

Probably plenty of gwarts down here.

Duh, forget the gwarts.

They're just an excuse for the plan, remember?

Uh...

To catch the flying fish?

Ugh.

Oh, this reminds me of when we escaped Escape Island.

You gorged yourself like a bottom-feeder.

There's no spark here, Lana.

Uh-oh, Lovejoy's got kelp in her teeth.

Should I tell her?

She scares me,

but it is kind of cute.

Andar, what are you thinking?

You seem a million knots away.

Er, oh, er, nothing.

Just that you've got some cute,

I mean, kelp, kelp in your teeth.

Oh, I appreciate your candor.

So much more refreshing

than the other kiss-ups in the guild.

No sign of what we're looking for.

And what are we looking for?

Have faith, Greta.

We'll remember when we find it.

Any luck, Doc?

As a shrink? Yeah. I've never heard

of so many problems I couldn't cure.

Ahoy-hoy.

Mee, mee, mee, mee, mee, mee, mee, mee.

Well, word of advice.

If everyone you meet is an ogre, ask if the real ogre is you.

Not spotted. Not spotted. Squares?

Woo! Woo. Woo.

Wait, why am I standing guard?

I should be the brains of this operation,

not the brawn.

Hey, guard.

What's the inside scoop of the guild?

As in, who's last?

Ugh, the Mighty Windbreaker, like it says above me.

No duh.

I just like to hear it out loud.

Actually, they've done some cool quests lately

and fought loads of monsters that they've provoked, but--

Hmm, you know a lot about them.

Almost as if you're one of them. Ha!

Guess being the brawn also works.

A little dessert?

Er, yes, about another hour's worth.

Actually, I've something healthier in mind.

Remember that fruit you found on that killer plant island?

You kept it?

Of course!

Other captains try to curry favor with treasure,

but a charmer like you knows

how to get to an admiral's taste buds.

Now let's crack that croconut open back at the guild.

Ugh...

The guild! My crew's in the middle of a break-in.

I've gotta signal them. But how?

Bless you.

No, wait. Bless me!

Ah... ah... achoo!

Codename Meet Cute is on the move.

Mee, mee, mee, mee, mee...

Sorry, it's raining frogs, but just buy an umbrella,

'cause we've got our own problems, Gramma!

Gotta come up with a distraction.

Hmm.

Huh?

Gah! C-c-c-clownfish!

S-s-s-stand back!

They can destroy you with their laugh!

My... hero?

Wait, stop!

Oh.

Phew.

Voila! A croconut for two.

Or some harsh words from your crew.

Twisty. Oops.

Anyone else?

Like whoever compared my management style

to a seagull.

"She flies in, poops on your quest,

then squawks away."

Woo! Woo!

Fine, I did.

But you knew what we said all this time.

Oh, I know all guild goings-on.

You think I'm some dullard desk drone?

Nay, I've my own quests.

I had my eyes on those dentures, too.

But when you got them first, I wanted to know what you knew.

So, any more words for your admiral?

Uh, yeah.

Why are you after Titan relics

when you give us lousy points when we find them?

You jelly?

No, not jelly. Careful.

Guess who found this giant sword

and was foolish enough to show it off?

You? I'm guessing you.

But why'd you install it at head level? Ouch.

I didn't. The Titans did.

Turns out stealing their stuff makes them angry.

Lucky they're not as powerful as they once were.

All right, let's get those chompers off my ship

before the Titans bite a hole in our future.

Or we could steal more Titan stuff

to make sure they stay powerless.

My plan exactly, Boreas.

But let's keep this on the downlow,

lest other less scrupulous captains discover their power

and get greedy for it.

Let me guess. HoHo, right?

Who else? Sorlak? Durango? My dad?

So are we part of a conspiracy?

Think so. Let's aspire to conspire.

After dessert.

Any suggestions?

Flapjack!

Aw, they look like they're having so much fun.

I must ruin it.