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the beautiful Pacific Ocean. I'm certainly going to enjoy this two-week

vacation. Wow, boss.

Two whole weeks away from M.A.D.

Quiet, Swingin' Jack. I don't even want to think about that maladjusted,

antisocial, and darn mean organization of scientists bent on destroying the

world for their own gains. I don't even want to... But, boss, look. M.A.D.

agents.

They're not M.A.D. guys, you ninny. They're beach nicks.

Fun-loving, sun-loving, gay, surfboarding youth.

Just our speed.

Come on!

Hi, Beachneck.

Mind if we join you in your wholesome, all-American fun?

Like, man, you must be kidding.

Hey, gang, like, look what the tide just washed in.

Groovy! Like needles.

Like the most.

Like I put them on my charm bracelet.

I don't know what scene this is, Swingin' Jack, but we sure made it.

Hey, look at them winds just come up. Everybody grab your boards.

Like you little cats dig surfing?

Sure, but we don't have any surfboards.

A life to live.

Ah,

Swingin' Jack, this is the life. Even M.A.D. couldn't spoil it.

What happened to the ocean?

Like it just disappeared.

Blasted, I spoke too soon. M.A.D. just cut the Pacific Ocean.

Hey, like, listen to what's coming over the radio.

This is M.A.D.

We've succeeded in evaporating the Pacific Ocean.

The Atlantic will soon follow.

By tomorrow, all the water on Earth will disappear. Every lake, every river,

every stream.

Work, you've had it.

What a rotten thing for them to do.

So what?

No water? Man, we'll just drink milkshakes.

But, uh, like you can't ride a milkshake.

Me? No more surfing.

What a rotten thing for them to do.

We've got to find the M.A.D. hideout. I can follow their radio beam with the

special homing in equipment in my hat.

But all my vehicles are back in Washington. I need wheels.

You need wheels, man? You got them.

Rev up the beach, buggy gang, like we gotta bring back the Pacific Ocean.

Turn here.

Look, boss, up ahead.

That's an M.A.D. hideout if ever I saw one.

Stop the car!

Jack and I will go in first.

You're not as likely to be seen as you are. When I give the signal, gang, you

charge in and cream them.

Uh, like, uh, what's the signal?

I'll shout, uh, signal.

Cool.

The evaporator worked perfectly.

Just think, the entire Pacific Ocean is now one big cloud which will soon be

headed for outer space.

The rotters, we've got to condense that cloud before it floats away.

How, boss? By turning that diabolical machine into reverse.

We'll need reinforcements, though.

Signal!

It's top of THUMB.

push it over to Condance.

And men, like Malibu,

like rack up another big one for

Tom of THUMB.