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Huh?

Hey, my Bo-Bo!

How’s your family digging vacation going?

Whatever you do, don’t pop me or I’ll disappear forever.

Kidding.

Crazy story. So Zephyr Zeen discovered a Flying Fish breed

that burps whatever it sees.

So I volunteered to test them out

on our next quest while she takes a vacay. Yay!

Except Captain Dad got caught speeding,

so no questing until he retakes his license. Boo!

Now I’m stuck visiting Dr. Chopov’s home island.

Hope it doesn’t turn into a dull foodie fest. Yawn.

Quit talking to fish, Lana. We’ve arrived.

Oh, gotta go, Bo. Miss ya!

Would ya quit listening to fish, Boreas,

and come dig with your family?

Actually, we got a little side quest.

Ah, Clopsalia.

Your prodigal child has returned.

Chiplov, Nooba, Sam.

Where’s the rest of our peeps?

It’s pronounced Spam and there’s only four of us.

- Ahem. - Sorry. Three.

Garth got eaten by the Mangetout this morning.

Yeesh. Zephyr Zeen wants action, not horror.

Everyone left. And we gotta leave too

before we’re monster brunch.

Dudes, the boat needs to be square or it’ll never float.

Nuh-uh. It needs to be diamond-shaped.

Nuh-uh, quadrilateral.

Oh, that’s all the same shape.

Anyway, you can’t just abandon the island. This is our home

where we lived, laughed, and molted together.

Weren’t you the first to flee?

I didn’t flee. I just...

I wanted to explore the culinary wonders

of the Ten Realms... while also fleeing.

But my version makes it more palatable.

Besides, if there’s one thing I learned on my adventures,

it’s that monsters can be defeated,

whether they be giant spiders or Greg the Ship-Eater. Ugh.

So rise up!

Wow. You heard it here first, folks.

Doc Chops just volunteered to lead their fellow Clopses

against the dreaded Mangetout. What a scoop.

I meant it as a motivational speech,

not a leadership bid.

Just do what Captain Andar does.

But way better or we’re all doomed.

Mmh.

Huh? Sea-driving lessons in a cave?

Weird. Hello?

Any instructors here?

There’s an ancient orc saying,

"Navigate this mine, navigate the Ten Realms."

Boreas! You’re my instructor?

Yep. I got so bored digging,

I memorized the guild’s driving safety regulations overnight.

All ten tomes, ten times.

Oh, bless my dorky orc.

Now, give me a pass and let’s get back to questing.

Not so fast.

One demerit for reckless entry into a vehicle.

Besides, my parents aren’t gonna let me quests with you

unless you learn to sail safely.

You were right, son.

Judging is way more fun than digging.

Hello?

Where is everyone? Oh, playing hide and seek, eh?

Well, now you see me, now you don’t.

It begins.

Dr. Chop... Nay.

General Chopov must train friends into warriors

to save their species. Let’s see them in action.

Soldiers, a good offense is like a good meal.

It’s all in the prep. So let’s get cooking.

That’s okay.

Even if you don’t believe in yourselves, I do.

Listen, Doc, you ain’t doing anyone any favors

by being nice. You gotta be tough with them.

I don’t know. They’re my oldest friends.

Except Sam. Is it Scam?

Hey, where’d they go?

I’ve known old Chops

since we were just little eyeballs and a tail.

And they’ve never been a fighter.

But a hider? Sure.

Chopov’s been hiding all over the Ten Realms.

Am I right?

Boom! Up here.

Oh, you wanna dish?

Well, you’re gonna be the Mangetout’s next dish

unless you get training.

Now hit that target! No excuses!

So, General Chops,

what do you think their chances are?

Clearly, they were left behind

because they weren’t strong enough

to fight for a place on the last ship out.

Poor souls.

Actually, we overslept and missed the boat.

Heads up, everyone.

Why is leading so difficult?

I mean, even Captain Andar can do it.

You gotta find your own style. Tough, but motivational.

Mmh...

Nooba, come on.

I’ve seen better bubble blowing from a starfish.

Chiplov, ladle like you mean it.

Spam, I got your name right.

Now you owe me to do better.

That’s my style. Uplifting snark!

Let’s give Zephyr a sneak peek.

Mmh?

Let’s see what you got for me, Lana Longbeard.

Huh? What is this?

Oh, listen, kiddo.

Your footage, it lacks bite, danger.

Go. Seek it.

’Cause either way, I gotta show something to the guild.

The guild’s gonna see this?

Oops. Anyways, gotta find some action.

Well done, warrior wannabes.

Now rest before we train again tomorrow.

And the next day. And the one after that.

-And the-- -Or we could do a sneak attack

on the Mangetout now.

At night, when it sleeps? We’re not monsters, Lana.

Now, off to beddy-byes in our treetop hideaways.

When am I ever gonna need to go up a hill on water?

Where were you caught speeding?

Only one frozen croconut left.

Yeah!

It was water adjacent.

Right. Now try again!

Ugh.

You’ve been so good, you deserve walkies,

while I research our foe.

Hold still, Sprog.

Those bones are definitely not for playing fetch.

I forgot to spell out F-E-T-C-H.

Mmh?

So, Mr. Mangetout,

tell us in your own words what makes you tick.

Quit sleep screaming, Spam.

You know the monster sleeps all night.

That’s not me. And I’m not sure it’s asleep.

You’re leading the monster straight to us.

We’re not ready!

No one gets left behind!

You go to war with the army you got,

not the one you want.

Okay, so we’re unwanted too?

We need a plan, Doc. Now.

How about we try disassociating from this nightmarish reality?

Forget the documentary.

We need to get everyone out of here!

Yeah, mmh.

Alright, you’ve got plenty of room.

Dad, we need the Mighty Windbreaker for emergency evac!

Automatic fail for answering a call

while operating a vehicle.

License or not, our crew needs us.

Fair point. But I’m testing you on the go.

So vamoose. Carefully.

Hey, Mom and Dad.

Come back soon, my little Borrito!

Oh, you found me.

Now your turn to hide.

Er, 50, 29, 32...

Mmh?

Hats off, Cap. That was some nifty sailing.

-I’ll give you a pass. -Woohoo!

There’s nothing like the pressure of saving

your kid and crew to focus the mind. Yeah.

I’ll allow it, in the spirit of survival.

All aboard now!

Wait! The Mangetout avoided Lana

and went straight for us Clopses.

Right? Huge relief, but kinda judgy.

No, I mean that mindless monster only eats us Clopses

’cause it’s never tasted anything else.

Well, I broadened my horizons to expand my taste buds.

And now it’s time to blow the Mangetout’s mind.

Hugo, Boreas, lower my ladles and my travel spice cabinet.

Clopses, let’s fight!

Oh, and you still got my fish cam?

Mmh-mh.

On the menu...

Shediak Sarsaparilla, Weymouth Wasabi,

and my personal fave, Alderburn Umami.

For Clopsalia!

You saved our island!

Our people can finally return home.

Well, then, chop chop.

We got a welcome banquet to prepare.

And the main dish... Spiced Mangetout!

Gotta say, I’m impressed, Lana.

Wait till you see the Mangetout go kaboom.

It was so gross, but so amazing.

Sorry.

Guess my little Blarg doesn’t have the stomach for violence.