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Move it or you’ll melt, little talking rocks.

That lava’s coming in hot.

Lava’s coming in hot!

Ugh, Next time a quest mentions a beach day,

remind me to ask for more details. Come on.

Shark!

Shark! Shark! Shark!

We got a runner. Or a bouncer.

Good girl, Sprog.

Teamwork makes the dream work.

Team work! Team work!

Oh, you’re so cute.

I wish we could take a talking rock with us.

I’ll save them, but I’m not taking them.

They’re little spies who repeat everything.

Yeah, on second thought...

♪ Oh, long shall we be loyal to Longbeard ♪

♪ Pink from our cheeks to our cold little rears ♪

Impressive questing, Mighty Windbreaker.

Really impressed.

Andar! Please come and see me.

Oh...

Well, that can’t be good.

But that is.

Our last quest moved us all the way up the leaderboard!

Flipping flapjacks, we beat Ho-Ho!

Time for some celebratory Flap Shacks.

Go team!

Yeah!

Go team! Go team! Go team!

"Ooh, I’m Lana.

I love teamwork and pancakes.

And my daddy hugs me."

We’ll see how much of a team they are

once I’m done with them.

Take a seat.

I’m only telling you this

because I don’t want you to hear it from someone else.

And I trust we won’t have a repeat of last time.

I’m cool as a sea cucumber.

Your white whale,

or should I say your white snail,

has been spotted.

What? Where?

I mean, whatever. Why would I care?

I’m relaxed as a reef shark,

chill as a catfish,

cheerful as a marlin’s...

Set sail, you scallywags!

We’re gonna conquer that sliming sea villain!

That’s slippery son of a mollusk will never escape me!

Oh, brother, not this again.

This has happened before?

Every few years,

the captain takes us on the same wild snail chase.

I mean, how wild can a snail chase be?

They’re famously slow.

Yeah. What did this snail do?

No idea.

When it comes up in therapy,

the captain just screams and breaks my desk.

Special delivery

for the crew of the Mighty Windbreaker.

Huh?

"Please accept this talking rock

as reward for somehow miraculously beating

the heroic Horatius Hoffenstance.

Gushingly yours, Admiral Lovejoy."

"Gushingly yours, Admiral Lovejoy."

Dad, Admiral Lovejoy gave us a gift.

Oh, does it smell like her?

No, it does not.

Why would Admiral Lovejoy get us a giant talking rock?

Seems sus.

No more sus than that sneaky snail.

Mmh.

Dad?

That gastropod marauder.

Dad? What exactly happened between you and this snail?

Oh, it knows what it did.

My wheel spins the yard of destiny.

And I’ll get what’s mine.

You’ll see. It’ll see. Everyone will see.

I’m gonna get my hands on its little antennae.

And they’re gonna shoot so fast back inside its little head,

it won’t know what hit him.

Okay.

We’ve gotta help my dad find that snail.

You need snail bait. Stinky sea cabbage.

Doc Chops cooks with it, cures with it,

and I’m pretty sure uses it as a stress ball.

So that’s why our therapy sessions smell so bad.

Thanks, Bo. You’re always full of ideas.

"Thanks, Bo.

You’re always full of ideas that I can steal."

Did Lana just say she steals my ideas?

Goons, my ruse is working.

The Mighty Windbreakers have no idea

that I’m the talking rock.

Soon, I’ll have the crew bickering so much

they’ll fall off the leaderboard completely.

Don’t forget to feed my kitty Purrfidious at 3 pm.

Ta-ta!

Thanks, Doc Chops.

All this sea cabbage will definitely do the job.

"All this sea cabbage will definitely do the job

that you can’t do."

That I can’t do?

I heard that.

I’m a terrific chef,

thank you very much, rock who copies Lana.

Snail ho!

Starboard! Wait, no, false alarm.

Oh! Snail ho!

Port! Ah...

Wait, no, false alarm again.

Where are you?

Wow.

Greta, your painting is so expressive.

"Greta, your painting is so expressive

and so bad, it’s crying out for help."

Bo, that little orc.

Just wait until he sees that snail for real.

I smell white snail.

Surprise, Dad!

It’s stinky sea cabbage for snail bait.

Genius idea, Lana!

It was my idea.

Oh, it was Bo’s idea.

Whoever’s idea it was,

it was a waste of perfectly good cabbage.

Though I know somebody thinks

I don’t know what I’m doing with it.

Oh, like how someone here thinks I don’t know how to paint?

Ha! Yes! Yes!

Oh, so you agree?

I get the feeling we’re not talking about the same thing.

I would never do that.

Look, it’s the rock.

I’m telling you, the rock. Look, it’s smiling at me.

At long last!

My steering wheel.

Hey, you all stink.

Huh?

Who said that?

The talking rock.

I need something bigger.

Ah, perfect.

- Dad! - No!

I’m doomed!

And my hair will be so frizzy at my funeral.

Huh, I thought that’d go further.

Is that Ho-Ho inside the rock?

It’s me!

So it was all Horatius.

Dad, we need to get off this snail.

But my steering wheel is so close.

That’s what this is about?

I’ll get your wheel. You get Ho-Ho.

Why do I have to get Ho-Ho?

Because even though he pretended to be a talking rock

to turn us against each other, you did throw him into the sea!

Ugh. Fine.

Huh?

Need a hand from your bestie?

As long as it’s your idea.

It can be both our idea.

Deal. Now hold still while I climb onto your shoulders

to grab that wheel my dad thinks is worth

risking our lives for.

Sure. But if something bad happens,

this was definitely your idea.

I have some regrets.

Got it!

Woohoo!

Wee!

In my defense,

I was only trying to divide you all

so I could restore balance to the Guild,

with me at the top and you at the bottom.

In. Now. Until we drop you off.

Here’s your wheel, Dad,

which you’re so obsessed over.

Ah, come here. I want to show you why.

Aw, it’s little me visiting you.

Yeah. Whenever I was away at sea and I missed you,

I would put my hands on your teeny baby handprints.

But then, years ago, my wheel flew off in a storm

and got caught on that snail.

I scoured the Ten Realms looking for it,

because it always guided me home to you.

Aw!

Ew. It’s so slimy.

Yeah, yeah. Snail mucus is hard to clean.

So, this could be... decorative.

Honey, look.

That thing on my eye is finally gone.

Fred, that’s great, honey.

Although it never would have been there

if you’d have just taken a left around that ship

instead of a right, like I told you.

Oh, golly. So here we go again.

I just don’t understand why you don’t listen to me.

I’ve told you 7,000 times.