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There’s Weymouth.

It’s so close. We’ll be there in no time.

And by that, you mean a long time.

That’s the last time you’ll fool me, spyglass.

Dad, are you as excited as I am to see

the reenactment of the clash at Bone Break Ridge?

They say Admiral Lovejoy was all...

"Take that, General Plankovius and your zombie skeletons!"

I’m excited for you to clean up the mess

you made in the crow’s nest.

Till then,

you won’t be seeing any battle reenactment.

And why can I see you through the floor?

It’s my garbage chute and my spy hole.

The other Guild ships cannot see

the Mighty Windbreaker like this.

They’ll think we’re grifters.

No one will think we’re grifters.

Thank you, Greta.

Grifters have valuables. We’re more like hoarders.

And I don’t want to miss the celebration.

Oh, we won’t. We’ll anchor offshore

and Lana can join us when she’s cleaned up.

But I’ll never be done in time.

Then you’d better hurry. Cause time waits for no one.

Ew. Thanks for helping, Bo.

Well, it is both our mess.

Pretty sure I left that crumb.

Maybe we should just put things away when we’re done with them.

We don’t have time. You can’t stop to clean

when we’re needed to battle a 10-ton sea monster.

Or save a village

from the tsunami caused by said battle.

Plus, if we had cleaned away these grapes,

they’d never have turned into raisins.

And what are we waiting for that banana to turn into?

Oh, that wasn’t a banana.

Okay, we are ready to celebrate

the day we survived the zombie apocalypse.

Fresh.

Dad, are you really gonna let

your only daughter miss seeing

her dad’s bravery reenacted?

Oh, I didn’t actually battle.

Fate had other plans for me that day.

I met two lost kids in a boat

that was in even worse shape than this one.

Lost kids in a broken down boat?

Dad, you can admit you didn’t want to fight zombie skeletons.

I did want to fight,

but I couldn’t leave those kids alone.

Anyway, gotta go, kids. Ta-ta.

Ugh.

Huh? Whoa. I got the perfect plan!

Clean until we’re done?

He said hopefully.

We’ll use Hugo’s fan to blow away all the stink

and garbage onto the deck,

sweep it into the storage hold,

and deal with it later.

Lana, everyone will find it.

But not until after the party.

Bingo.

That only took us 45 minutes.

Time we could have spent cleaning.

And thankfully didn’t.

’Cause now we get to crank this fan, sit back, and relax.

Hmm. The settings say "on" and "off."

"Futuristic flow," "retro refresh,"

and "historic hurricane."

Ooh, try retro refresh. That sounds clean.

Mess, prepare to be blown into the next century.

Huh?

Uh, is a fan supposed to be creating a time vortex?

It was a figure of speech!

Woo! For a second, I thought the fan was gonna blow us

right off the Mighty Windbreaker.

-Uh, Lana? -Huh?

We are gonna be in so much trouble

when someone finds us.

Where are all the Guild ships?

They’ve all gone to battle.

Luckily, I’m too old to go. And you’re too young.

Follow me if you want to live.

Have a good walk, Viggo.

You make sure you come back for battle.

You hear me, Miss Lovejoy?

Thanks.

I think the whole world heard you.

Admiral Lovejoy?

Admiral?

That’s a good one. It’s Lutetia Lovejoy.

Bo, that’s Admiral Lovejoy,

but she’s too young.

And she just snorted.

Is it possible we actually traveled back in time?

It’s possible. Very possible.

Admiral Lovejoy...

Lutetia, time to battle!

Which way to General Plankovius and his army?

And... Dad?

It’s Andar Longbeard.

Even though my beard is short. I should probably grow it.

Whoa. So you are gonna fight the zombie skeletons.

Uh, did you say zombie skeletons?

Yep. You’re gonna crush General Plankovius

and send hundreds of his zombie skeletons

running for their afterlives!

Hundreds of zombie skeletons?

Maybe even thousands.

You’re gonna nearly lose your life so many times

but emerge victorious!

Maybe I’ll skip this battle.

- What? - Uh, yeah, me, too. See ya.

What did I say?

Zombie skeletons.

This is why people don’t time travel.

You end up altering the past.

I’m sure it’ll be fine.

Our defeat of the Guild means our bony battalion

now rules the Ten Realms.

Okay, maybe not so fine.

We meddled in Lovejoy’s past so she never goes to battle.

And now the Ten Realms is ruled by zombie skeletons.

What do we do?

The only logical thing we can do.

Go back in time and meddle some more until we fix things.

Fly like the wind!

It worked.

Lutetia, time to battle!

Which way to General Plankovius and his army?

Uh, that way.

And it’s just a regular old battle.

-Definitely not hundreds... -Or thousands.

...of zombie skeletons.

Okay.

Could you give us a lift in your little boat?

Yes.

It’s working.

As long as we keep the fan set to on

and don’t time travel.

Uh, there’s a giant hole

in your boat.

Ugh, we forgot to fix the garbage chute and spy hole.

We’re going down!

We’ll be back. I promise.

Those kids are really strange.

Yeah. I like them.

We’re sea-worthy.

And battle-worthy.

I made Lovejoy a trident!

Sort of.

Lutetia, time to battle!

We’re taking you two to General Plankovius

and his army in our boat.

Here’s your weapon.

And you are?

Lana Long... um... story.

Story? It’s a long story.

There really are thousands of them!

Wish me luck.

You don’t need luck.

You can poke three at a time with that thing.

Back off, boneheads.

Bo, is this us fighting

in the battle of Bone Break Ridge?

Yes!

Nice warm up.

Now for the real battle.

Could you stay up here with us?

Mm-hmm.

)

I’ll be back.

And next time I’ll have skeletons with flesh.

Ha!

Lovejoy! Lovejoy! Lovejoy!

Your trident.

Keep it. It’s yours.

Thank you, Miss... Lana Longstory?

And I didn’t catch your name.

Bo... b.

Bob.

You know, if I have a kid,

I think I’ll name them Bob. Or Lana.

Lanabob? Boblana?

Or what about Blob?

Time to get a new fan.

No way. No more fans.

Just regular old elbow grease from now on.

Oh, Lana.

I’ll have to ask you to clean the crow’s nest more often.

I don’t think you’ll have to.

Bo, look. It’s us!

Oh, nice to see you again, Ms. Longstory and Bob.

That was quite the day, wasn’t it?

I still have that old trident somewhere,

though thankfully, not the silly snort.