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Lana, Boreas!

The fate of the Mighty Windbreaker rests in your hands,

for I must abandon ship!

Snerk sausages ahoy!

Gottam fuel up for our day in Weymouth.

Relax Dad, you're just running errands before Admiral Lovejoy's

inspection, and the Mighty Windbreaker's ship-shape!

Except for that hole from when you arm-wrestled Helmet Hugo.

I'm gonna have to get a big tube of wood-putty

to fix that one, it's a doozy.

I demand a rematch!

After my haircut - I can't see a snoogity thing.

Aww. Here, I'll guide you on my way to get my medical license.

The one I made from baloney is turning green.

Good thing I'm taking Sprog to a real doctor.

DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!

Lovejoy can spot a flaw 20 leagues away.

C'mon, it's not like we can break the Mighty Windbreaker.

Hmm. Gee, ever notice how weirdly this ship is decorated?

Uh huh. Yeah, it's a weird ship.

Everyone's put their own touch on the ship,

Chopov, Greta, Dad, even Sprog's hairballs.

The only thing missing is-- A TOUCH OF LANA!

But Captain Andar told us to not touch anything.

Wait, my butt is touching the hammock!

Now I'm touching the deck!

Adventurers! Looking to make your mark on the world?

Be right back!

Hey, Mr. Junk Imp! Got anything that says "Lana Longbeard"?

Flashy? Fun? Y'know, decor you can't ignore?

What you need, strange girl, is...Sparklespores!

Trade ya' for that bendy stick?

My boomerang? Hard no!

I'd give my two front teeth before Boomie.

Oho! You got a deal.

Uh, how about my ukulele?

Ya-huuu.

YO, BO! Check out these Sparklespores!

Hm? what's going on here?

Me, trying not to touch anything.

What are Sparklespores?

No idea, but they're very me, apparently!

Now let's see--

That's a little much.

Also like you.

But we'd better scrub it off before the Admiral's inspection-

grab the sponge-suit.

Ugh.

Never again!

I'll just trade Junk-Imp for a faster cleaner-upper.

Not Junk-Imp! That dude's a reeeaaal--

MIRACLE WORKER! Now how does this thing work...

Oh well, you just pull the trigger and--AAAAAAAAAH!

Oh no, I've broken the Mighty Windbreaker!

Don't panic! We'll just trade a few more trinkets for tools

and fix everything up lickity-snerk!

Good luck with your errands,

and let's meet back here lickety-snerk.

I said go, VAMOOSE!

But my medical exam's right here.

So is my barber.

And Sprog's vet.

And my wood-putty guy!

That's me, Jackalope of all trades!

Let's start with Chopov's medical license.

Do you want me to make soup out of these?

Pleasure doing business with ya!

See? Now we've got all we need to get the ship ship-shape.

Yeah, there's just one teeny problem.

We traded away half the ship.

I'll send a message to Captain Andar - he'll know what to do!

Bo, drop the fish!

If he finds out, he'll send us back to OUR HOME TOWNS!

Mr. Junk-Imp, I'm calling take-backsies on everything

we traded, or we'll fail the Guild inspection!

Oh no, how tragic!

Here, lemme give you what I can...!

A little music for your misery

but the rest of your junk already sold out.

Nuh-uh-uh, Junk-Imp-Client privilege.

But I guess I could trade you my list for...

Boomie.

Just a little off the entire face.

Ooh, marry me!

Now to get our stuff back from these vultures--

Oh, Captain Hiromu!

Your ship looks amazing just the way it is, so lemme just

take our anchor and Dr. Chopov's salad grabbers back.

I need a new first mate,

since S.T.O.N.K is clearly on the fritz.

Hmm, robots are like parents, you just gotta

grease 'em up in exchange for favours.

- Ah, my favorite wood-putty! - Wood-putty.

What the...?

Next stop, Flap Shack! Lana Longbeard territory.

Eyes on the prize, Lana, we're just here for ship parts.

Forget the ship. Shrink me down

so I may live among the pancakes!

What my associate means is that we need our figurehead back.

Ok soz, I need it to scare customers away...

unless, you two do a delivery for me, to the Dodgy Docks!

Hey, you're one pancake short!

Gimme my pancake!

I'm deducing, metal-belly.

If ya' can't be a bona-fide doctor, at least look like one!

Only two items left, in the hands

of your sworn enemy, Horatius.

No biggie, this'll just take a lil Lana diplomacy.

Hand over our stuff, Ho-ho! We gotta fix our ship, Ho-ho!

Our sail is not a robe, Ho-ho!

I'll consider it...for a trade.

But we got nothing left, except the clothes on our backs--

--Which I wouldn't be caught dead in.

Nay, I want Lana to call me by my

full name, not Ho-Ho, 'kay?

Pfft, easy, Ho-uh--

I mean, Mr. Heroi--Hero--

The Heroic Horatius Hoffenstance!

There, I said it! OWWW!

Once more, with less crying.

It's really quite insulting.

We had a deal, get over yerself!

My underwear's somewhere in there!

HA HA VICTORY IS MINE!

ONLY THE PURE MAY POSSESS THE PUTTY!

Everyone ready to get back to the Windbreaker for inspection?

Ok, just a few quick major repairs

and nobody will suspect a--

LANAAA! What in the Ten Realms happened to my ship?!

What!? OUAAHHHH!

I just wanted to give the ship my own touch,

but the Junk-Imp traded away everything except this--

--But we got everything back, so yay!

Why didn't you send a distress fish?

Dads and Captains are here to help fix giant mess-ups

so we don't get booted out of the Guild!

Cuz we knew you'd send us back home. I'll go pack my shovel.

And Uncle Doop's favourite applesauce...

Stop, I can't let you go-- that easily!

Lovejoy's on the move, so fix the ship while I stall her!

- You better impress me, Andar! - Especially after my last exam.

Er, why don't we start with the gangplank,

look how planky it is! Huh?

Oh fishsticks, this is impossible.

Lana, did you just say impossible?

Cuz as a totally legit doctor, you need your head checked.

But, but it is. I just wanted to add my own touch

to the Windbreaker and look, disaster!

Oh sweetie sure, but just think of how many disasters

you've gotten us out of since you joined the crew.

Like helping us out of that whirlpool.

Yeah!

Or like when you got everyone to save me from Mama Durian.

Or that time I lost my sight,

but you told me, "Go get a haircut, Hugo!"

And look at me now!

Huh, so I guess saving everyone's

butts is the Lana touch?

Big-headed much?

But I meant you inspire us to save our own butts.

Aw, thanks crew!

Now let's pass this inspection! And save the wheel for me.

Bring me my sponge suit!

And I mean just count the wood grain on this baby,

1, 2 grains, 3 grains-- I mean, it's nice.

Well well well, this is a surprise.

Everything is... not bad.

The Mighty Windbreaker passes!

It took a LOT OF scrubbing, which I shoulda done earlier.

Nice touch, Lana.

Your father looks fetching.

Whoah, how'd you get Boomie back?

I pulled the ol' switcheroo back on the sub.

Junk Imp's got a fake.

AAAHHH!!