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[music playing]

Ladies, gentlemen.

My name's Zeb Norman.

I just stopped by to ask for some directions.

A newcomer. Oh, what a treat.

Newcomers get their future read.

Here. Take a card.

The fish.

Never mind.

So, uh, is this place really called the "No Name Tavern"?

Man: Uh-uh. Not called anything.

Doesn't have a name.

But the sign says it's called the "No Name."

The name isn't "No Name."

If no name was a name, then there'd be a name,

but there's no name.

Not even a no name.

Here.

Have a cider.

Zeb Norman.

Thank you, uh, I am thirsty.

I just rode my bicycle all the way from Traleen.

Long way to ride on a warm day.

Uh, I'm looking for Clara Buford's shop.

- [squawks] - Clara Buford?

No one goes there.

Clara's nothing but trouble.

I used to live near her.

My hens would never lay.

I'm looking for a wedding present.

I'm getting married.

It's a very important gift.

Wheeler's. You want Wheeler's for a wedding present.

Other side of the cove.

What about Clara Buford's?

She's across from Wheeler's, but stay away.

I spoke mean to her once

and my back was out for half a year.

Yeah. Well, thank you for the cider and the fish.

Both fish.

Clara Buford's is over there.

Pardon?

Care to have your name etched on a seashell?

Tourists all love it.

Woman: Who's the lucky girl?

How did you know?

Well, you're certainly not looking at silver necklaces for yourself.

I'm Clara Buford.

There's a better selection inside.

Come this way, hmm?

Clara: Now then, you still haven't told me who the lucky girl is.

Oh, well, you wouldn't know her, ma'am.

She lives in Gandy.

We're to be married.

I used to live in Gandy. I know everyone there.

Really? Well then maybe you can tell me something about her.

We've never met.

Never met your bride to be?

We write letters.

See, it's this kind of correspondence club we both joined.

Zeb: "And I promise to write every few days,

telling you about my life and my dreams."

Woman: "And I promise to write back,

telling tales of the sea.

I hope you love the wildness of the sea."

So it went on like that for about a year.

And then one day I asked her to marry me.

She said yes.

Oh, isn't that just the sweetest story?

She arrives tomorrow on the weekly ferry.

I'm looking for a present, something in silver.

She loves silver.

She says it reminds her of the sea just before a storm.

I've lots of pretty silver.

A necklace would be nice.

Or a locket.

I don't know. It doesn't seem right, just a locket.

[gasps] Or a pin.

A pin? Uh, it has to be really special.

Aren't you going to show me her picture?

How did you know I had a picture of her?

A young man in love?

Rosalie.

Yes, her name is Rosalie.

Then you do know her.

Yes. Yes, I should say.

Well, I did say I knew folks in Gandy.

Oh, well, you must tell me about her.

Yes, well, uh,

she is a very special girl.

But, you know, jewelry,

oh, that isn't at all the right kind of present for a girl like Rosalie.

It isn't?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

A girl like that doesn't need any added adornment.

But if not jewelry, then-- then what?

Shoes. Shoes would be perfect.

Shoes?

Dancing slippers.

She'd put them on, you'd sweep her up,

and dance off into the moonlit night.

Oh, it's so romantic.

But I wouldn't even know what size.

Uh, these would do very nicely.

Or I do have some powder-blue ones somewhere.

No, here. These are the ones.

Silver slippers. They're perfect.

Not those.

Silver is Rosalie's color.

- They're too big. - They're the same size as those.

They're family heirlooms.

- I'll pay double. - No.

- Triple. - No.

I'll do anything to have these shoes.

Anything.

Anything?

Uh, yeah. Anything.

Well, I do have a little task

for which I require help.

Uh, what is it?

I have an errand on Hog Island.

But I can never figure out

how to make the motors in the boats work.

You can take me there.

Is it far?

No, it's just out in the bay.

We could leave in an hour.

Yeah, I... I suppose I could take you there.

A handshake's a promise.

Remember, no more than half throttle.

She overheats.

If they make it Hog Island,

they'll be cold and belly-up.

Can we go a little faster please?

The man said no more than half throttle.

Whose errand is this? Yours or mine?

Is that Hog Island?

- Yes. - Strange looking place.

It's not the place I'm worried about.

[motor sputtering]

What's happening?

The motor's overheating.

Oh, terrific.

I thought you knew all about boats.

[motor faltering]

[growling softly]

[gasps] What was that?

Sounded like it was coming from under the boat.

[thud]

[thud]

[screeching]

Has it gone?

I hope so.

Start the motor. Quick.

[groaning]

- Oh. - It still won't do it.

- [motor starts] - It's working.

Terrific.

Zeb: What was that thing out there?

Clara: Well, I... I can't be sure,

but I-I think it was Fred.

Sea monster named Fred?

I better explain, because that's why we've come.

You see, there-- there's this jewel,

a pearl, that has the power of transformation.

If I had that pearl,

I could close my eyes

and wish myself into anything that walks or flies or swims

and open my eyes to discover it so.

Transformation. Are you sure?

I had that pearl once. I held it here in my hand.

But before I could use it even once

it was stolen, gone from its hiding place.

And old Fred was gone too.

So Fred turned himself into a sea monster

and lives out in the bay.

Oh, Fred, the old fool.

He turns himself into lots of things,

and he lives right here on Hog Island.

And that's why we've come.

To get the pearl back.

What?

At night? Running around on a tree-covered island?

With a guy who could be a tiger or a snake or who knows?

Handshake's off, Clara. No deal.

Oh, I see.

There are some things you won't do

to get the silver slippers for your bride.

Oh, well. We'll just melt them down in a fire.

- A fire? - Yeah.

It's too bad, though. I so liked the image--

you and Rosalie dancing off into the moonlight,

the silver slippers on her feet flashing like captive stars.

It's too bad. Oh, well.

We'll just crush them. To bits.

No, wait.

Don't harm the slippers.

I'll help.

There's a good lad.

So where do we find this pearl?

[bird shrieks]

[twig snaps]

[screeching softly]

Clara: There's an old hermit hut ahead.

Fred might live there.

You mean you don't even know?

No one comes to Hog Island.

Not since Fred came.

This Fred's a real joy.

Oh, I don't know what's come over him.

He used to be a cranky sort, but nice enough,

but now when he turns into a beast, he eats sheep.

When he goes swimming, he sinks boats.

When he flies-- oh, my, when he flies.

[fluttering]

[creature shrieks]

He-- he flies when he's angry.

Yeah. So I've noticed.

Come on.

The hut's just ahead.

[creature shrieking]

Come on.

[shrieking continues]

Yeah, Fred lives here, all right.

We must find the pearl.

Hell with the pearl.

No, the pearl belongs to whoever touches it last.

Find the pearl and that--

that thing out there will vanish.

[shrieking continues]

[wings flapping]

[groaning softly]

Look out for the monster.

I'll go and search.

What a clutter.

He never could keep anything tidy.

[Clara groans]

[creature breathing]

Clara: Is he still wearing this?

His socks are...

- [creature hissing] - Men.

Why do they keep food and shoes in the same drawer?

I mean, it's-- it's revolting.

Ugh. Yuck.

[creature growling]

[groaning]

[Clara gasps]

Give it back. It's mine.

[man groans]

Clara, I might have known

you'd come looking for my pearl.

It isn't yours. It's mine.

You stole it from me.

Dream another one, Clara.

Oh, jeez. My hand's broke.

Does this pearl really have the power of transformation?

You're asking him that?

God almighty, I did my sea monster.

I did my flying beast. I did my tentacle.

How much do you need?

Now give it back. It's mine.

[groans] You stole it from my daddy's stuff after he died.

He said I could have it.

Well, I didn't know then

how you could turn into stuff with it, did I?

Now that pearl is mine.

- It's mine. - Ow!

At the moment, it's mine.

The slippers are mine.

A handshake's a promise.

Yeah.

A handshake is a promise.

Now we have what we came for.

I don't.

Rosalie.

[scoffs]

What are you gonna do with that pearl, Clara?

You'll know soon enough, Fred.

Oh. Tsk, tsk.

You need to look after that hand.

I suppose we should give you a ride.

I wouldn't ride with you to the back door of hell.

You tell Carl Simms to come and get me.

[groans]

Carl hates your guts.

Well, that's a damn lie!

[Zeb gasps]

Rosalie is here.

Goodbye, Clara Buford.

I'm coming along.

I wouldn't miss seeing the lovers meet.

There she is.

There's the bride.

Rosalie.

Mr. Zeb Norman.

How good to see you.

Well, there's your bride.

A very special girl, Mr. Norman.

Well, aren't you going to give her the present

you worked so hard to get?

Then you got the slippers?

- I did. - What?

How'd you know about the slippers?

I asked Zeb to fetch them from your shop.

He thought it was an odd request for a mermaid.

You knew then?

Of course.

I remember when you lived in Gandy, Clara Buford.

The mermaids knew about your silver slippers.

These slippers are legendary.

Oh, they're family heirlooms.

Why would a mermaid care about my slippers?

Oh, I don't.

I only care about the power they may harbor.

Those slippers have power.

We hope so.

At least the legend says they do.

These slippers are the only chance

that Zeb and I have for happiness.

It's more a desperate chance than you realize.

To get them, I had to give her a pearl of transformation.

What?

Yes.

I have the pearl.

It's useful for dealing with pranksters like you.

With this pearl, I can close my eyes

and wish myself into the worst of your nightmares.

[Clara gasps]

Oh...

my pearl.

Zeb, the slippers.

I don't believe it.

Wish us joy, Clara.

As deep as the sea.

Oh, look there.