NARRATOR: Previously on a very special Clone High, this.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
NARRATOR: Full disclosure, there was a subliminal message
embedded in there.
It's the reason you're now craving
a big ol' plate of nachos.
Con queso.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(DOOR RATTLING)
HARRIET TUBMAN: Yes, we're in.
Okay, now tell us why we’re risking suspension for this?
Something's up with Scudworth.
No one’s seen him since Confucius's foster parents
gave him all that money
at the parent-principal conferences.
You mean when he accepted the generous gift they gave him?
Because they also tried to give Joan money,
but she didn't even want it.
It felt like they were paying me to be your girlfriend.
They were paying you because you're my girlfriend.
Let's focus, please.
I have a strong suspicion Scudworth is hiding something.
Yup, I think you're right. No way he could afford
this stuff on a principal's salary.
I'm sure nipple cream is just the tip of the iceberg.
And "tip of the iceberg" is what I call nipples.
Uh, guys, check this out. I think I hit the jackpot.
ALL: Scudworth's Secret Diary!
CLEOPATRA: (GROANS) Gross, a book!
Wait, are we really gonna read that?
I mean, it's private.
Frida should do it. She's great at betraying trust.
Or maybe Cleo should read it. She's great at adding drama.
-Did I miss something? -CLONES: They broke up.
Didn't catch a word of that,
you all, er, uh, spoke at the same time.
Here, I'll take it. (CLEARS THROAT)
(IMITATES SCUDWORTH) "Dear Diary,
parent-principal conferences were a success
and I'm officially rich. Time to rent a speed boat."
And what a speedy little boat she is.
Speeding me toward my destiny.
So, just to be clear,
we're going to an island you bought online sight unseen?
Not just any island, the island of my dreams.
And I'm not an idiot, I only gave them half upfront.
Who exactly is "them"?
A Venezuelan general, known as...
El Fantasma Cibernética.
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
-♪ (MUSIC STOPS) ♪ -Pretty sure that means cyber-ghost.
So cool, right? How fun is buying islands?
♪ ("CLONE HIGH THEME SONG" BY ABANDONED POOLS PLAYING) ♪
♪ Way, way back in the 1980s Secret government employees ♪
♪ Dug up famous guys And ladies ♪
♪ And made amusing Genetic copies ♪
♪ Then the clones as teens Were frozen ♪
♪ Thawed out decades later Why? ♪
♪ Back for reasons They're not disclosin' ♪
♪ Giving high school Another try ♪
♪ It's time to watch Clone High ♪
♪ Energetic and engaging Clone High ♪
♪ Our angst is entertaining Clone High ♪
♪ (THEME SONG CONCLUDES) ♪
I knew he stole the school's money.
That bastard!
And he immediately got it stolen. That dumb bastard.
Why'd he want an island in the first place?
Probably 'cause he's a dumb bastard.
Hey. Anyone else notice this weird leak in the wall?
-CLONES: Shh. -Rude.
-Can I continue? -CLONES: Yes!
"My lifelong dream was in reach."
I negotiated quite a deal on the island,
leaving me plenty of cash to build my precious theme park.
I wish anything meant as much to me
as the theme parks mean to you, sir.
Oh, they've meant everything to me,
since I was a pre-pubescent boy.
♪ (DREAMY MUSIC PLAYS, STOPS) ♪
JFK: Wait, are we about to go from a flashback
into a deeper flashback?
-CLONES: Shh. JFK! -(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
JOAN OF ARC: It's like Inception. Duh!
JFK: Whoa, sorry. Flashback inside a flashback.
-Here we go. -♪ (DREAMY MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
PRINCIPAL SCUDWORTH: Every weekend, my parents would take me
to Yesterworld Theme Park,
where history comes alive!
But alas, I only got as far as the gates.
MR. BUTLERTRON: How tragic. You were crippled.
SCUDWORTH: Only emotionally.
-My legs were fine. -♪ (SORROWFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
SCUDWORTH: My parents were ruthless grifters
and this was their most lucrative grift.
They never even let me go inside the park
or try one of their famous one-foot-long hot dogs.
And when it was all over,
-I didn't get so much as a warm hug. -(BOTH LAUGH)
Whoa. I didn't know Scudworth had evil parents.
You thought that guy had normal parents?
What is normal, Joan?
You don't like it when parents steal money,
but you also don't like it when they give you money?
I'm just trying to keep up here.
Holy shit, are you guys, like, reading Scudworth's journal?
Okay, we're not starting over.
That was directed towards them and you, Frida.
-(GROANS) -Allow me.
Okay. So, Mr. B's driving the boat and he goes...
(IMITATES MR. B) "Did you eventually go to Yesterworld..."
...after your parents died in that freak accident?
I had nothing to do
with their banana-peel on-the-edge-of-the-Grand-Canyon freak accident!
But yes, I did go to the park directly from the funeral.
(HUMS CHEERFUL TUNE)
I was finally free to enter Yesterworld
as an unaccompanied minor with dead parents.
(CONTINUES HUMMING)
I desperately wanted those historical figures
to give me the love...
-(GROANS) -...my parents never did.
-(ROBOTIC VOICE) Four score and seven years ago... -(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
-...our fathers brought forth... -SCUDWORTH: But I soon discovered,
they weren't historical figures at all.
ANIMATRONIC: Chop, chop, chop.
I need wood for teeth. I need wood for teeth.
Let them eat cake.
SCUDWORTH: They were cold, unfeeling, animatronic fakes!
And then I saw the foot-long hot dog.
(ECHOING) Gasp!
I vowed I would build a theme park
to put Yesterworld to shame!
Where the historical figures were flesh and blood!
And where the foot-long hot dogs measured three feet in length!
Uh, now, slow down.
-We should be getting close to Jagged Rock Point. -To what now?
SCUDWORTH: (SCREAMS) Flip! (GROANS)
(DOLPHIN SQUEAKING)
I did it.
(KISSES, SPITS)
I'm finally here!
The future home... (SHOUTING) ...of Cloney Island!
HARRIET: Hold on, Cloney Island?
What's that? Like a clone-themed amusement park?
Oh, my God.
He wants us to give him the love his family never did.
That's, like, so sad.
Maybe we should stop and just respect his privacy.
Ooh! There's sand in this page.
-CLONES: Ooh! -HARRIET: Ooh! Sand!
I don't think we're going to get our boat rental deposit back.
What do we need a boat for? We're here!
Where's my murse with all the cash?
Found it.
-♪ (DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING) ♪ -What is this?
SCUDWORTH: Not that one!
That's my murse with the light weights
for workouts on the go.
Ah, yes! There's my money murse.
Now, let's do like Dora and explor-a.
Vamos!
I'm the map!
SCUDWORTH: The air was sticky hot
and smelled of citrus,
like a freshly deodorized armpit.
The island's untouched beauty, the perfect canvas
for my masterpiece.
♪ (MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
What's this?
Turnstiles?
An under construction roller coaster?
Classic theme park signage?
This wasn't mentioned in the listing.
-♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -What was that?
I heard a rustle.
Ooh, which one? Crowe? Brand? Keri? The love muscle?
Westbrook? Kurt? Oh, please, let it be Kurt.
-(RUSTLING) -Roll for your lives!
-(BOTH MUMBLING FRANTICALLY) -(GROANS)
Gasp!
(SQUEALS, SCREAMS)
(BOTH GASP)
(BOTH PANT)
(SCUDWORTH GROANING)
-(YELPS) Wha... -♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
♪ (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Cinnamon Scudworth?
Sandra Sandria?
You came for me, my lover! You came!
-JFK: (LAUGHS) Scudworth came! -CLONES: Shh! JFK!
Is it really you after all these years?
There's one way to find out.
♪ (UPBEAT ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
You have matching tattoos of pi!
We stopped at 69 for obvious reasons.
Yes, because Dr. Denton Cooley implanted the first temporary
artificial heart on April 4, 1969. We all know this!
Oh, my studly Scudly.
I never thought I'd see you again.
I find that hard to believe
since you're standing on my island.
Your island? But I've owned this island for years.
SCUDWORTH: I've got the deed right here.
That's signed by someone named Cyber Ghost.
It says you're the proud owner of jack shit.
-What? -I mean, it's written on a Long John Silver's menu.
(BELL RINGING)
Oh, who cares, Scuddy. All that matters is you're here!
Hey, I have someone I want you to meet.
Come out, Mrs. C, and meet my college sweetheart!
♪ (ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(BOING)
(WOLF-WHISTLING)
Spit-spot, you two.
You're just as practically perfect as Sandra described.
Oh my God. Do you see what's happening here?
Yeah, two weirdo ex-lovers
now both have robot best friends.
No! The reason Scudworth's been acting so strange
is because he just reunited with the love of his life.
It's actually kind of sweet.
The leak's getting worse, you guys.
-CLONES: Shh. -You sound just like the leak.
You stole my idea of having a British robot sidekick.
Was stealing my heart and my dreams not enough?
I remember it like it was right now.
You see, Sandra and I
both majored in Mad Science with a minor in Theme Parks.
-(FAST-FORWARDING SQUEAKING) -JFK: Nerds being nerds.
Nerderly, nerderly nerdle.
Nerd, nerd, nerd. Nerdy, nerd, nerd.
-Now here we go. Okay, here we go. -♪ (TENDER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
SCUDWORTH: Our theme park dreams bonded us.
Me, Cloney Island, and her, Texasland.
A theme park like Texas, where everything is too big,
the infrastructure is crumbling,
you need no permission to buy a gun,
and every permission to see a doctor!
Whilst on a paddle boat, I romantically told her
I had saved up enough money to make our dreams come true
and buy my C-shaped island for Cloney Island.
(THUNDER CLAPPING)
SCUDWORTH: That was when she said that she thought
we should use the money for Texasland.
-(INAUDIBLE) -♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
SCUDWORTH: I was completely blindsided.
Cloney Island meant everything to me,
and she knew it!
-(KNIFE SLASHING) -(CRIES)
SCUDWORTH: So I told her...
-(IN SLOW MOTION) No. -(THUNDER CLAPPING)
SCUDWORTH: When I woke up the next morning,
Sandra and the money were gone.
And I was heartbroken, and broke broken.
First, his parents let him down, then the theme park characters,
and now the love of his life!
(SCOFFS) This was not supposed to make me feel this way.
Should we stop?
-Don't you dare. -Keep reading.
Make with the words and the talking.
You think I took your money and left?
No, you see...
I kept thinking about our fight, so I did predictive formulas.
You were right, Texasland was never gonna work.
An island of cloned historical figures
was obviously much more rational.
I borrowed your money to surprise you
by purchasing the C-shaped tropical paradise
and getting a head start on Cloney Island.
-Unfortunately, I crashed my boat... -(SCREAMS)
-(DOLPHIN SQUEAKING) -...on some jagged rocks, stranding me here
for the past 30 to 50 years.
I used the ship's wreckage to construct Mrs. C.
-And did my best to build... -Yay!
...Cloney Island with the resources at my disposal.
-All while dreaming you'd come for me. -(HAMMERING)
-(SIGHS) -And you finally did!
SCUDWORTH: Preposterous!
You clearly stole my money to build Texasland
and leave me forever.
I can prove everything is true.
Sir, may I have a word?
(WHEELS SQUEAKING)
She stole your money and your virginity.
What if she tries to steal one of those things again?
I'm not some naive, little babe-of-the-wood.
You gave your money to a cyber ghost.
That's different! This woman tore my heart out.
There's zero chance I'm letting my guard down again.
SANDRA SANDRIA: Oh, Scudly.
I have something I wanna show you.
Coming, my love.
-(GROANS) -(WHEELS SQUEAKING)
Oh, relax, I call everyone "my love."
I don't know why you think this will change my mind.
Look around you, Scudworth. What do you see?
-OFF-SCREEN MAN: Yee-haw! -(WHIP CRACKING)
You built Texasland, which proves you grifted me!
Texasland? No, this is Cloney Island.
Well, what about that ten-gallon hat?
♪ (TENDER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-Is that-- -A three-foot long hot dog stand?
You bet your sweet ass it is!
I made all of this for you.
She's clearly telling the truth.
-I don't believe her. -What? Why not?
I don't know. Maybe because my family
was never around while I was growing up,
and now I'm terrified the people I care about most
will abandon me.
Wait, are you talking about me again?
Should I be, Joan? Should I be?
Okay, can you please stop making this about you,
when it's so clearly about me and Frida.
Shh! Be quiet, this part's about the robots.
If you find the element of fun in any task then snap,
the job's a game. Might I have a go?
Knock yourself out, Julie Android.
♪ (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Just a spoonful of oil makes the lubrication sound.
Is anything else lubricated?
♪ (SENSUAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
You're making me rust.
Hee-hee-hee. Ooh, ooh.
♪ (SENSUAL MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
My God, is this a love cabana? (CHUCKLES)
Sorry Sandy, I can't be seduced like some F-boy
on some F-boy island.
I just need you to see this.
To cope with missing you, I wrote you hundreds of letters!
I built a detailed coconut version of you
I call Coconutworth
that I keep having to rebuild
because after a lot of French kissing,
-the husk starts to rot. -I see.
So, you've had a fair bit of practice with me over the years.
I know you inside and out,
top to bottom, stem to stern,
from the hairy husk to the milky interior.
Oh, my!
-CONFUCIUS: Tropical sex montage! -JOAN: Ew, old people, gross!
-♪ (UPBEAT SONG PLAYING) ♪ -♪ Making love On a tropical island ♪
♪ It's such a special Island feeling ♪
-♪ But when the sun Beats down on my bare butt ♪ -(PANTS)
♪ My crispy bun skin Will be peeling ♪
♪ Just make your way On down to the equator ♪
♪ Then down a little further ♪
♪ Discover a place That's fun to explore ♪
♪ And find yourself Your hidden treasure ♪
-♪ On a tropical island Where sex marks the spot ♪ -(MOANING AND SCREAMING)
♪ There's not much to do So we do it a lot ♪
-♪ Fire ants making All our crevices hot ♪ -(BOTH SCREAM IN PAIN)
♪ On a tropical island Where sex marks the spot ♪
♪ My papaya goes Into your coconut ♪
-(BOTH MOANING) -♪ On a tropical island ♪
-(ALL MOAN) -♪ Where sex marks the spot ♪
-MRS. C: Yes. Yes. Yes! -(BEEPING RAPIDLY)
-♪ (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪ -(EXPLOSION)
Oh, Sandy-Andy, it's been so long,
but much like my balls,
our love has grown deeper and hairier.
Oh, I've been waiting for this moment for 30 to 50 years.
Coconutworth could never love me like you do.
Oh, don't get me wrong, he tried.
He wanted it something awful.
But it was never you.
(SQUELCHING KISSING)
-CLONES: Aw. -What's wrong with you all?
She stole his money and now she's gaslighting him.
What are you talking about?
She tried to do a big romantic gesture,
and he was too insecure to see it.
Here, I'll prove it. Okay, so Scudworth's all...
(IMITATES SCUDWORTH) "You're the only person in the world
that understands me, my little poopsy cake."
Sandra, I never want to lose you again.
If only we could be together forever, but well...
-Never mind. -What is it, my love? Tell me.
It's just, you dream of staying here
and building Cloney Island.
And now, I dream of getting off this island.
I wanna go home.
Well, that's where we'll go.
Texasland and Cloney Island be damned!
-Then they have sex again... -CLONES: Ew!
-Then they have sex again. -CLONES: Ew.
Then the robots have sex
for like eighteen hours apparently.
-(CLONES GROANING) -Then-- Okay, they're finished.
JFK: Well, that's impressive.
MRS. C: Sigh.
Oh, Mrs. C, I never dreamed I'd find someone like you,
because I can't dream.
Maybe I shouldn't have been so reluctant to trust Sandra.
Oh.
What is it, my love?
Sandra's grifting Scudworth, again.
She said she'd unplug me if I said anything.
But I can't lie to you, Mr. B. She just wants his money
and a ride home.
You can't let her get away with it.
Gasp!
We're going home, Mr. B, and it was all my idea.
It came to me clearly after climax.
She's just trying to steal your money again
and escape in our boat.
You're not listening, you little Pish-Posh-Spice!
Sandra's an angel
with flirty fat deposits where Daddy likey.
I have nothing to worry about.
My money murse hasn't left my sight.
It was a very helpful cushion during our love that we made.
Sir, you're making a mistake!
Humans don't make mistakes in love!
My decision is final.
Poor Scudworth.
That's what happens when you let your guard down.
When I let my guard down more water gets in. (SCREAMS)
-If a guy can't trust a woman with a matching butt tattoo... -(ABE LINCOLN SCREAMING)
...what hope do the rest of us have?
(SCOFFS) Listen to you all. Bunch of downers, man.
Scudworth's story isn't even over.
And I for one am not giving up on love just yet.
Now give me that thing. Let's finish this.
♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Goodbye, Cloney Island.
Thank you for not killing my future wife.
-M'lady. -M'sir.
Anchor up, Mr. B.
Hurry, Cinnamon! Here! Throw me your murse
so it doesn't get wet.
Oh, sure.
That doesn't sound suspicious at all
because of our strong, betrayal-proof love...
-♪ (DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING) ♪ -...is what I would say
if this wasn't all part of your plan, Sandra Sandria!
-♪ (DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING) ♪ -What?
-Twist! -♪ (DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING) ♪
I'll admit you had me fooled at first.
I really wanted to believe that you weren't after my money.
And you would've gotten away with it too,
if it weren't for the lies on your feet.
2018 second-edition Reeboks.
If you had been here for 30 to 50 years,
you wouldn't have those.
So last night while you were sleeping,
I switched my money murse
with my weighted-for-workouts on-the-go murse.
Because you'd obviously switched them
while I was sleeping the night before.
Now, I have the money murse and you look stupid!
Wrong!
I didn't switch your murses the night before last.
And those were new Reeboks.
They washed ashore after a Reebok-sponsored party catamaran
sunk because it was weighed down by too many bottle girls.
Wait! You didn't switch the murses? (GASPS)
-Twist! -♪ (DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING) ♪
SANDRA: I only switched the murses this morning,
while you were sleeping.
Not because I was grifting you,
-but because I was worried about your back. -(SNORES)
SANDRA: You wouldn't stop carrying your murse,
and I noticed your scoliosis is kind of out of control.
So I switched it out with a lighter murse.
I'm just trying to figure out why your workout murse
is lighter than your money murse.
But you wanted me to throw you my murse, to steal it.
I was trying to help.
A leather murse wouldn't survive salt water.
Wait, if I-- and then-- and she-- which means...
Realization!
If there was no first switch,
that means my switch was the first switch,
and then you switched it back,
so this should still be my money murse.
(SCREAMS) This can't be. It's just full of lady weights.
I mean, small-sized man weights for men.
Oh, no!
-I too have a twist. -♪ (DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING) ♪
MR. B: I was trying to save your money,
-so at last night's Hibachi dinner... -SCUDWORTH: Gimme that shrimp.
...while you were busy choking on hilarious shrimp,
-I switched the murses. -(CHOKING)
MR. B: You didn't even notice
because you're so frigging obsessed with shrimp.
Yum. (CHOKES)
I had to do something after Mrs. C said Sandra was evil.
Mrs. C said what?
Who cares? I'm just happy that no one was grifting
and the money is securely on the boat.
You mean, securely in...
-me? -♪ (DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING) ♪
-I twist your twist... -♪ (DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING) ♪
(IN COCKNEY ACCENT) ...ya bloody wank stains!
-♪ (DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING) ♪ -(BOTH GASP)
Gasp!
CLEO: Oh my God!
-JOAN: Mrs. C is a bitch! -Holy Rancho Cucamonga!
And a cockney accent?
-Talk about My Unfair Lady. -(LAUGHS, SCREAMS)
MRS. C: For 30 to 50 years, all she did...
-(INAUDIBLE) -...was talk about that gormless knob, Scudworth.
You know what people don't talk about in Cast Away?
The blasted mental health of Wilson.
That poor fuckin' volleyball.
(WATER SPLASHES)
MRS. C: I realized that dumb twat Sandra
would never leave this fuckin' island,
always holdin' onto hope that Scudworth
would come back for her one day.
-Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. -ABE: Would it be offensive to ask for subtitles?
MRS. C:
-♪ (THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -MRS. C:
-♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -MRS. C:
Now, I've got the funds I need
to launch a startup in Silicon Valley, yeah.
Because no one can tell you're launching a robot uprising
if you say it's an app for weight loss, innit?
My God. The grift to end all grifts.
How could you, Mrs. C?
Scudworth, I'm staying with you!
(GASPS, GRUNTS)
♪ (TENDER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-Oliver twist, bitch! -♪ (DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING) ♪
I love America!
Fuck off.
Oh, piss off, ya sod!
I'll always love you, Cinnamon!
-♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -Ditto, Sandra! Ditto.
Final twist! I 'id the deed with Coconutworth.
-Right in his coconut butt! -What?
(BOAT ENGINE REVVING)
Sir, I'm so sorry.
(SOBS) No, Mr. B, I'm sorry. If only I'd trusted Sandra,
I'd still have my money.
And now, we're stranded on this island,
and worst of all, my love did the deed with Coconutworth
right in his coconut butt. I'll kill him. (GRUNTS)
-(GRUNTS) -Sir, stop.
She didn't say she did the deed with Coconutworth.
Of course she did, Mr. B. Don't gaslight me!
She said she hid the deed with Coconutworth!
Hid the deed with Coconutworth?
-Right in his coconut butt. -Right in his coconut butt.
(GRUNTS) Ha!
-Spread 'em. -♪ (HEAVENLY MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
(GASPS) She gave me the island after all.
I guess true love and generosity were the real grift all along.
♪ (SORROWFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(VOICE BREAKING) To be continued.
CLONES: Aw.
♪ (SORROWFUL MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
FRIDA KAHLO: Cleo.
I don't want that to be us in 30 to 50 years.
Full of unresolved issues and hooking up
with coconut versions of ourselves.
Maybe we could start over as friends?
Just say like, "Hi, bitch" to each other in the hallways.
Which I was gonna do anyway,
but instead of... (STERNLY) "Hi, bitch,"
more like... (SOFTLY) "Hi, bitch."
Sounds good, bitch.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
And I see now that not taking money is a sign
of how much you care about someone.
Sorry it took me so long to realize that, Joan.
Thanks for not taking money from my parents.
You realize the circumstances are completely different.
They are?
You know what? You learned a lesson.
That's all that matters.
I'm actually heartbroken for Scudworth.
How's that even possible?
What I wanna know is, how'd his journal get back here
if he's stuck on an island somewhere?
And what is the deal with all the water seeping in here?
-(LOUD CRASH) -(ALL SCREAM)
And what the fuck was that?
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
What the...
SCUDWORTH: (OVER SPEAKER) Final twist!
-(LAUGHS) -♪ (DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING) ♪
SCUDWORTH: I knew you meddling teens
wouldn't be able to resist nosing around in my secrets,
keeping you all in one place long enough
to put the entire school in a submarine!
-Okay, not heartbroken anymore. -I knew it!
That explains the earthquake! And the dripping water!
And the coelacanth.
Just say fish, yo.
-(LOUD CRASH) -(CLONES YELLING)
SCUDWORTH: Next stop,
Cloney Island.
-♪ (DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING) ♪ -Oh, boy, my ears are popping. Yikes!
(SLURPS)
(CUP AND PHONE CLATTER)
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
Submarine tracks?
-Scudworth! -♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CRESCENDOES) ♪
♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪