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t emthe music)
I, Lana Longbeard, have battled many beasts,
but none so ferocious as the sea serpents of...
my breakfast. GAH! Way too fresh. Way too fresh!
Lana, stop playing with your food.
This counts as self defense, Dad.
Well have a bowl of tears cuz all I have to cook is
whatever Helmet Hugo dredges up.
More snerks, extra snerky!
I hate it when food frowns at me.
Why is mine smiling?
In my day, Questers ate what we got.
So slurp up, get questin', and let's remind
Admiral Lovejoy we're heroes!
Fine. Let's stop for takeout.
Whoa!
So many croconuts!
What realm is this?
The realm of the forgotten.
As in, I've forgotten why it fills me with dread,
and I ain't sticking around to find out!
Hm, never a good sign when our most reckless warrior
runs away. We should take heed.
Heed. Heed! Weird word.
All I know is I ain't heeding those snerks.
Then cut the chatter and start picking croconuts, crew.
Er, I'm the captain of the ship, Doctor Chopov,
so I give the orders.
And I'm the captain of food, so pick.
Go on. Pick, pick, pick, pick, pick.
- Psst... - Psssssst...
If I've learned anything from Orc tales of yore,
never follow a psst .
Psst. Bo, check out this talking plant.
Ooh!
So you're telling me that there's a fruit even sweeter
than croconuts?
Mama Durian is like all your
birthday cakes smooshed into one.
Hmm, Mama Durian, huh? Well, if that's true--
Why are we not there right now?
Several reasons. A, we just met this plant.
And two, Orcs don't do birthday cakes.
No birthday cakes?! Poor Bo, you haven't lived!
You have to taste this fruit for your sake. Also mine.
- Come on, everyone. - Give it a shout.
Mama Durian is what it's all about.
What's up with the rhyming?
Just go with it. We don't wanna insult their culture.
Where exactly are you taking us?
To Mama Durian, why so suss?
So generous with juicy sweetness.
Oh, to taste her is a must.
But how do we know it's safe for consumption?
No one's ever left a bad review.
At least to our recollection.
You never know what you'll miss out on
if you always keep a frown on.
But nature is never that cheerful.
Maybe a sample would convince you?
Ooooooh!
There's more delight where that came from.
Scrumptious, sumptuous, and oh, so toothsome.
That oughta last us a year!
If you want food poisoning.
Go on. Pick, pick, pick, pick. Pick, pick.
What am I forgetting?
Weird rhyming plants... a man eating--
Here. Put this on. I must paint you.
Sounds fun.
Ready for the main course?
Of course! Bad rhyme, but I'm in.
Uh-oh! Wait! Now I have some questions.
Oh, come on, Lana. When life gives you bones,
turn them into a ladder of adventure!
Cool slogan, Bo. But aren't you worried about
where and who these bones came from?
Probably travelers who loved Mama Durian so much
they stayed till they kicked it from natural causes.
And could any of those natural causes be...that?
- Oh, nonsense. - I'm as sweet as sugar.
Just the mere thought of anything sour makes me
wanna shrivel. Now come give Mama Durian a taste!
Pleased to meet ya!
By Poseidon's pajamas! It was a people-eating plant,
or was it just people eating plants?
Don't move. You're perfect.
Come on back to Mama Durian and stay for a bite!
Alas, all that birthday taste... gone to waste.
At least we're alive to celebrate another birthday,
right? Oh, sorry. Forgot Orcs don't do cakes.
We should head back to the others.
Yes, you should, while I stay here for, uh,
research purposes.
What research purposes and why are your fingers tap dancing?
Just excited to classify
this species, decode genomes...
Oh, so fun! See you at the beach!
Hey. How'd it go? Wait. That's it?
I'll have you know I quality controlled these croconuts
exhaustingly for you.
Alright, people, let's load up
and hit the high seas! Chop chop!
Boreas, I give the ship's orders.
Sure, sure, sure, sure, sure!
But we're not on the ship yet.
Hugo, help me crack some croconuts.
No can do. I'm all cramped up from posing for Greta.
I made an art. I call it Helmet Hugo's Mermaid Dream.
He better not have stretched out my mermaid outfit.
Bo, where are you going?
I'll...be right back. And no peeking.
You heard the girl.
Does anyone realize I'm Captain?!
Bo, I'm worried. Why are you so happy?
Wait. Did you eat that psycho plant?
Pffft, no.
Maybe. Okay, fine.
And you were right. I was missing out!
I want a birthday cake every day!
That's not how birthdays work.
But Mama Durian's gone in my tum-tum,
so win-win. Right-right?
Mama might be making a comeback.
This is weirder than normal. Ah!
Oh, an Orc body. This gonna be fun!
Who's taking over my command now?!
Just lil ol' Mama Durian! Hiya!
Now I remember! She's a people-eating plant that once
spread all over the Ten Realms. Those were bad times.
But where is she taking Bo?!
My guess, Weymouth. Plants spread by bursting out pollen,
right? And Weymouth's is center of the realm,
so prime location for spreading out.
I do the talking here, suga'.
As a doctor, I don't think
bursting will bode well for Boreas.
Or the Guild. Lovejoy will have our hides!
Everyone, prune that plant!
Why'd I have to drag Bo into following
a talking plant in search of super fruit?
You did WHAT?!
I was just trying to give Bo a taste of the good life!
Also me. I'm sorry, Bo, for all, well, this.
But you must resist!
Trying that, not working.
I should have never eaten this thing.
Unless you go for seconds.
Hey, stop that.
So close.
It's...beautiful.
Aww, I wanted to see that.
Y'all be putting me in a sour mood.
Sour?
Just the mere thought of
anything sour makes me wanna shrivel.
Doc, snerk soup! Extra sour!
Order up, oh, Captain, my Captain.
Finally, some respect!
Are you kidding me?!
Okay. You win. But let Bo go - take me instead.
Don't matter, cuz once I blow up in Weymouth,
my seedlings gonna glow up over the Ten Realms.
Dare I MWOU-HA-HA prematurely? I surely shall.
MWOU-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!
Eat that, Mama!
ANDAR!
Admiral Lovejoy.
Weymouth is not your trash can.
Who do you think you are, rowing around like you own
the Ten Realms, wreaking havoc everywhere you go?
Croconut?
Crew, reverse course, and vamoose!
After defeating Mama Durian,
the Mighty Windbreaker embarks on its next quest.
But I have my own side quest for morale's sake.
Ta-da!
Thanks, Lana, but I've sworn off sweets for now.
I figured. So I made this from barnacles.
That's really all the food we have left right now.
Hmmm. Crunchy!
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