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Legend says that this worm species migrates home to

the Lost Island of Titans, even l'il Squiggles here,

if that is his real name.

Well, you named him.

A-hem.

As I was saying, no matter how much you turn 'im around,

Squiggles always stays the course,

like the world's cutest compass.

Aw, you're cute too, Sprog,

but not sure you can lead us to any Titans.

Weird mist.

Huh, weird worm? LANA?!

Get rid of that stowaway before it leads us into

the MIST OF MISTRUST!

Uh, too late. We're already in it.

Where exactly did you find that worm?

It wriggled out during Hugo's routine ear exam.

Makes you wonder what else could be in there?

Er, whaddya' mean? What else could be in here? WHAT! ELSE?!

Hah, the Mist of Mistrust is already gettin' to ya', Hugo!

C'mon, how can mist cause mistrust? I don't buy it.

Tell that to the only sailor who made it back,

telling tales of a crew tearing each other apart,

and never finding the Island of Titans.

Bo, why didn't you tell me that?!

Cuz you hate when I interrupt you narrating.

There's no way out, but DOOM! DOOM!

But the other crews were never as tight as us, right?

Then let's find those Titans together, and become LEGENDS!

Uh, we better, 'cuz the only other choice is shlepping

in this pea soup forever

and ever and ever and ever...

As we sailed into the unknown, Doc Chopov insisted

on rationing, since we didn't know when we'd make it out.

A small sacrifice for glory, if you ask me.

Aw c'mon, THAT SMALL?!

Hope there's bigger food on Titan Island,

if that know-it-all worm knows how to get us there.

Speaking of which, shouldn't you be steering right now?

Morning, Dad! Morning, Squiggles--Huh?

SQUIGGLES? Dad?

HEY, WAKE UP! - Huh, what?

- Where'd it go?? - Oh, fishsticks.

WHAT DID YOU DO TO SQUIGGLES?

Trust me, I...I was just getting some shut-eye!

But I'll find him--

Not sure we can trust you anymore,

Cheater Cheater McFake Steerer. Leave it to me and Bo.

This tub is now a crime scene!

The mist was growing as thick as the mystery.

Where was Squiggles? Was he worm-napped? And by whom?

YOU DID WHAT?!

YOU SHALL PAY!

That's my medical journal!

In which you wrote:

Greta slurps cocoa like an annoying sea anemone.

And that I have the memory of a goldfish!

Wait, lemme read that again:

Helmet Hugo has the memory of a goldfish.

Wait, lemme read that again.

As your therapist, may I remind you

my diagnoses are confidential!

Day 433: Lana's enthusiasm will lead us to certain doom.

Day 583: Ditto.

Today: See all previous entries +regarding Lana. What?! AGRRRR!

Hey! Hey!

Shouldn't you be finding that worm to avoid certain doom?!

I'm busy enough trying to find us food--

All this food, and you were rationing us?!

Only because I couldn't trust the crew's portion control!

All of you are ALWAYS hungry, you EXHAUST ME!

Ahem.

What? I'm gathering evidence.

Well, did ya' hear Helmet Hugo get up

in the middle of the night?

Uh, what's happening?

I told you, I can't remember where I was

between 9:53 and now.

But you're here, now.

Uh, where's that?

On the Mighty Windbreaker!

Oh, I thought I was in jail.

Well, g'night!

Tell us where Squiggly is before

Sprog licks the truth out of you!

This crew is more tight-lipped than

an eel scared of public speaking.

Speaking of which...

Hmmm.

Admit it, Greta!

You never wanted to find the Titans, didya'?

I don't care.

Cuz it would mean fame, speeches,

all the things you dread!

Can I go now?

So you sprung the worm, didn't ya?!

Ok, I'm going.

- Ugh. - Give it a rest, partner.

Yuck!

Could this be from...Squiggly?

Fine, I admit it.

I knew it! Ha, you took Squiggles!

Throw her in the brig! Do we have a brig?

BUILD YOURSELF A BRIG, GRETA!

STOP! I admit I painted Hugo

in the middle of the night to help me relax

since he always wakes me up with his sleepwalking.

This mistrust is getting to everyone.

At least we got each other, right, partner?

You betcha, chief.

UGH!! What's in here?

Just maple syrup?

Well I'm not sure I can trust

your judgment in hot drinks anymore.

And I'm not sure I can trust your taste

in delicious hot drinks.

Y'know what? I'm gonna go

blow off some steam with target practice.

Huh?? Where's Boomie??

My hammer's missing from its cozy!

My food stash is gone!

My lucky paintbrush!

My lucky undies! I think.

Hm, lucky I'm not missing anything.

Then I've seen enough to solve the case.

EVERYONE TO THE READY ROOM!

Bravo. Great performances

everyone. You nearly had me,

but I know what really happened to Squiggles.

What?

--Asks my dad innocently.

Let me set the scene: It was a dark and misty night...

Dad can't take directions at the best of times,

and certainly not from a worm.

But before you could harm Squiggles you were interrupted-

Giving Greta the chance to paint something other than Hugo,

disappointing Dr. Chopov, who was hoping to

take his place as model...

No.

But none was as jealous as sweet Sprog,

who felt her cuteness challenged by our wormy guest!

You all did it!

And took Boomie when I got too close to the truth!

Er, Lana, everyone here lost their stuff too.

A-ha! Except you!

Uh, Lana, I think the Mist of Mistrust has gotten to you.

Ohohohohoh, my mind's never been clearer!

You're all guilty, so I'm gonna find Squiggles myself!

Lana!

LANA!!

Squiggles?!

SQUIGGLES?!

How'm I ever gonna find a tiny worm in the wide-open ocean?

Squiggles?

Boomie?!

Squiggles? You ate all our stuff? But why?!

Oh, cuz you needed to grow

to reach the Island of Titans!

Of course, but, erm,

could you spit me out now? Please.

Huh?

SQUIGGLES?! WHERE'S. MY. LANA!

IN HERE!

Not only did Squiggles eat Lana

but it's impersonating her voice?

ANNIHILATE SQUIGGLES!

No, wait!

It is me, Lana, inside Squiggles!

I'm sorry I mistrusted you,

but I need you to trust me!

Oh wait, is that my ukulele? Haha, cool!

- Yeah, that sounds like Lana. - Checks out.

- Hundo P. - Lana!

AAAH! Get outta there, quick!

Not without you, Cap'n Dad!

Wait! We all want the same thing:

to quest to the Island of Titans.

Hey Squiggles, still hungry? How 'bout something

more fitting for your massive appetite?

WOW!

The Island of Titans!

- And lumpy mountains! - That's no mountain.

That is a titan!

We'll be legends!

Great. We're right back where we started.

And still un-legendary.

At least we know Titans are really real.

And we can return cuz we survived the Mist of Mistrust.

We're tighter than ever, amirite?

Another secret stash?!

What better way to bring a crew together than a personal pinata?