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Hit it. ♪ Hey-Oh, yah, hah ♪

♪ Oh, Hey-Oh ♪

Yeah, dance!

♪ Hey-Oh ♪ Yeah.

♪ Oh-Hey-Oh ♪

Cute and cuddly, boys.

♪ The sea mammal on a roll ♪

♪ Evil swims in his soul ♪

♪ You will fear his flipper's clutch ♪

♪ Surprisingly smooth to the touch ♪

♪ Look out below for a fluke-tailed foe ♪

♪ He's Dr. Blowhole ♪

Anti-gravity socks field test.

Activating now.

Oh, sweet.

Yeah... oh, whoa.

OK, nobody saw.

Hey.

You Kowalski?

Yes.

Yes, yes, I am.

Come with me.

Excuse me, sir, but I don't just

wonder off with strange platypuses.

Or is it platypi?

Platypuseses?

You'll come if I say the right word.

And what word would that be?

I don't know when I'll be back.

Maybe never.

Nice knowing you.

All right.

What was that about?

Well, let's find that.

We'll check the surveillance tapes.

You watch everything Kowalski does?

Well, yeah.

But, uh, just Kowalski, because, you know,

he's kind of a nut job.

I mean, you're cool.

I'd never do that to, uh, you guys.

Hark, skipper, give the option for being a fuddy duddy.

Oh.

You'll come if I say the right word.

And what word would that be?

Doris.

That is 10 pounds of trouble in a three-pound bag.

You do watch everything we do.

She needs me?

Her very words.

Said you're the smartest guy she's ever met.

Ah, always knew Doris would come to her senses some day.

It's the casual confidence I exude,

my effortless aplomb, a sense of suave.

Kowalski.

Hey you.

Doris?

Kowalski.

You... you still got the, ah, pretty.

You haven't changed a bit.

Oh, Kowalski.

It's really nice to see you.

Now take a deep breath then respond.

OK.

Nice to see you, too.

Didn't I tell you he's great, baby?

Baby?

Oh yeah, guy's got it going on, just like you said, sweetie.

Sweetie?

I hope we're not too late to talk.

And/or pound some sense into Kowalski's oblong head.

Duck!

Really, Skipper, Doris can't be that bad, can she?

Private, the first time Doris rejected Kowalski,

he refused to leave his bunk for six months.

Duck!

Six months?

Yup.

Didn't even move once.

Believe you me, that duty was not pleasant.

Duck!

Oh, it'll never work, Doris.

Is he bird?

Is he mammal?

If he can't commit to a species, how can he commit to you?

Listen, I've heard this all before, except then it

was about Doug the Porpoise or Harry

the Octopus or Pete the Manatee.

He was ugly on the inside, too.

Listen, Kowalski.

I like you.

I do.

I really like you.

I like you.

But I'm never going to like you like you?

Can you understand that?

Get Kowalski away from her, men.

Excessive force is approved and encouraged.

Oh boy.

Force, excessive or otherwise, won't be necessary, Skipper.

Oh really?

Because Rico hocked up a lead pipe.

And I've got a hankering to use this thing.

Sorry.

I just want to go home and be forever alone in my bunk.

Eww.

Hold on, pal.

Doris didn't bring you here just to rip your heart out.

Oh.

There's more?

What, is she going to compost it for a victory garden she's

planting that consists entirely of broccoli, which, by the way,

I despite?

Have you tried it with cheese?

No, I haven't.

Quite good with cheese.

No, I need your help, Kowalski.

It's my brother, Francis.

He's a prisoner.

A prisoner of Seaville.

Seaville Aqua Fun Park.

Security is beyond state-of-the-art.

It's the Fort Knox of aqua fun parks.

That's why we need you, ace.

You got the tech skills we need to free Doris's brother.

All this time, I never even knew she had a brother.

Francis.

Likes... seaweed and swimming.

Dislikes... nets.

Any other pointless facts you need to know?

Um, no.

Then here's what I need to know... you in?

Just, uh, give me a moment to discuss with my compatriots.

Upside... if I can rescue Doris's brother,

I can shove that right in Parker's smug duck face.

Downside... the only fortress harder

to penetrate than Seaville is Doris's own heart.

And my side... we do this, you're

not fulfilling your own bunk.

We're in.

They're in.

Yes!

What, what??

No, no, forget it, boys.

Turn off the dancing waters.

The penguins totally upstaged us with their trained fish.

Stupid penguins.

Skipper's log.

We run site, we run deep, right up to Seaville's back door.

Covert assault team launch.

Do I have to be on a team with him?

Here we go.

Kowalski, Rico's hypnotized by the ping machine.

Ping, ping, ping.

And I promised Private I'd let him steer.

Look at me.

I'm doing a bang-up job, aren't I, Skipper?

Yes, Private, bang-up job.

So Parker's your man.

Now covert assault team launch.

Pronto.

Security control is this way.

Follow me, if you can.

How about you follow me?

They're using AES encryption?

Pfft.

Amateurs.

So you can crack it?

Is unaquatium a noble gas?

It totally is!

You were like, what?

And you wonder why Doris doesn't like you like you.

Nice work, Kowalski.

Ahem, don't you mean, "exceptional work," Skipper?

I mean, really, who else could have done this?

Answer, nobody but this guy right here... me,

the brainy guy.

Geez, yeah, OK.

Don't dislocate a flipper patting yourself on the back.

Ahem, Oris-day.

Huh?

Oh.

I mean, yeah.

Kowalski, way to go.

Gold star for you, buddy.

Huh?

What the hay?

We got a situation.

Oh heck.

No.

Hold your ground.

You guys see that?

How'd you do that, man?

Toxic spurs.

Really, like standard equipment?

Yep.

I'm evolutions grab bag.

Nice!

Kowalski, why don't you have toxic spurs?

I mean, not like you need them.

I mean, you did a good job.

I do recall a gold star or...

Francis?

Francis, are you in there?

Oh man, I can't see squat through this icky black murk.

Rico shed some light on the subject.

Got ya.

It can't be.

The mind boggles.

It's Dr. Blowhole.

Hey, penguins.

You guys new to the park?

You should get back to your tanks.

They are crazy strict here.

I don't know what your game is, Blowhole.

But I will you burn.

You hear me?

Burn in the pits of Hades.

Blowhole?

No, sorry.

I'm Flippy, Seaville's second-most popular performer.

Three shows a day, four on weekends.

Kowalski, uh, analyze this freak show.

Did you say "free show"?

OK, fine.

A few hoop jumps, but that's it.

Skipper, the last we saw of Blowhole,

he was a victim of his own mind-jacking.

He may actually still believe he is Flippy.

Here comes the triple backflip.

Woohoo!

He's not Flippy, and he's not... what did you call him?

Dr. Blowhole?

No, he's my brother Francis.

Sorry, Doris.

That's not Francis.

That is the Sixth Svengali of the Seventh

Sea, my arch-nemesis... Dr. Blowhole.

Let me straighten this out.

You're all right.

He's both Doris's brother, Francis, and Dr. Blowhole.

Ah c'mon.

I'm shaking it down here.

The least you could do is pay attention.

And yeah, he's Flippy, too.

How would you know?

Because I work for him.

Skipper!

I mean, the evil him, Dr. Blowhole.

Doris?

Kowalski, I want to thank you.

I couldn't have done this without you.

Parker.

Heckuva job there, Parker.

Bringing back Dr. Blowhole and whatnot.

Even if you is a little, uh, different.

Wow, look at the size of this place.

Bet you guys have some parties in here, am I right?

Just pay me and I'll be on my way.

Eh, yeah, so here's the thing.

We would love to pay you your money...

But we can't.

Start making sense now or I go thermador on your tails.

It's not our fault.

Only Dr. Blowhole can sign off on expenditures over $50.

But just as soon as his mind is de-jacked, getting you

paid... priority one.

Actually, priority number one will be Project Bad Tidings.

That energy canon is a rental.

What about my vacation request form?

Don't forget the snacks for the break room

The Cheesy Bits are wicked stale.

Point is, getting you paid is in the top five priorities

just as soon as we get Dr. Blowhole back.

Whoo, hey guys.

Did you check out my dive?

Back one and a half somersault tuck awesome rip

entry, no splash, like a knife.

Oh yeah.

Hey.

Whoa.

Hey.

Warn a guy when you're going to do that.

Restoring Dr. Blowhole is as simple as pushing a button.

Plunger.

Heh, wrong button.

MacGuffium, library card,

confetti cannon, chrome claw.

Oo, go back to the confetti cannon.

I can use that in my routine.

This here, uh, might take a while.

Ah, Doris.

Glad you're here.

There's a small matter I've been meaning to take up with you

regarding your boyfriend, Parker.

Told ya!.

Oh please.

You've been suspicious of every boyfriend I've ever had.

How was I to know that this was the one

time that you were actually right.

Seaville Amusement Park

is pleased to present Dottie the Dolphin

and her four foppish fish, The Nautics.

Foppish?

Us?

I know. of that.

Think you can do this?

We only get one shot.

I can.

Just hold on to the rope.

Ladies and gentlemen, prepare

yourselves for the ring of fire.

Ohhh.

This is it, man.

Hey, Manfredi.

Yeah, what's that, Johnson?

Was that Skipper?

And the guys?

Skipper!

Guys!

It's us!

Come back!

Whew, that cesspool made Hoboken

look like the French Riviera.

Let's never go there again.

There you are showing off your idea for chrome claw.

Do you remember that?

No, but nice slide.

I like the composition.

Oh, planning Project Bad Tidings.

Remember that?

By the by, that's totally ready to go

whenever you give the word.

Here we are on that three-day weekend in Cancun.

Good times.

Anything bells?

Fellas, I appreciate your thinking I'm this Doc Blowhole

guy, but I'm not an evil aquatic overlord.

I'm Flippy, Seaville's second-most popular performer.

Enough already.

I want what's coming to me and I want it now.

Happy to oblige, Parker.

You take Blowhole.

The platypus is mine.

Hey, you could hurt a guy like that.

Give it up, Blowhole.

Why does everyone call me that?

I'm Flippy.

F-L-I double-P Y.

Wait, your mind's not de-jacked yet?

What's the hold up?

Please don't fight me.

My health care coverage hasn't kicked in yet.

Fight him.

Oh, well this hardly seems fair.

Told you it wasn't fair.

How could you do it?

You had the devotion of that aquatic goddess,

and you betrayed her.

I didn't want her, never did.

You know, kind of like how she doesn't want you.

Your words hurt far more than any punch possibly could.

Ow.

Punch definitely hurts more.

Stupid land-based fighting.

Hey, what's this?

A-ha.

I am in the game.

Sorry!

OK, how do you drive this thing?

My fault.

That was totally me.

Stop.

Stop.

Why won't you stop?

Mind-jacker.

What?

Eh, huh?

Eh, who am I?

Ah-ha, the mind-jacker was in the backup scooter.

Hehe.

I am totally blushing right now.

Yeah, it's hard to tell.

Er, uh, what were we talking about?

Wha... what?

Do I know you?

No idea.

What are we doing anyway?

Looks like, uh, we were dancing.

We've got to get you out of here, Flippy.

If I get blasted, you get your memory back, then... then what?

Who are you?

Flippy.

Seaville's second-most popular performer.

Three shows a day, four on weekends.

Oo, a real live celebrity.

Oh, what was my brother thinking with this thing?

Mammals are meant for water.

Sorry, sweetheart.

Just business.

Wha?

Oh.

I am Dr. Blowhole.

Blowhole is back.

Good.

Great.

Now about my fee.

Do I know you?

Kidding, Parker.

I'll pay up, you little natural disaster.

First, let's take care of these penguins.

Francis?

Sis.

Nice to see you.

But around here, it's Dr. Blowhole.

Commands a little more respect.

Mum's going to be so disappointed in you.

And doctor?

How's that work, exactly?

Internet courses through the teaching annex, thank you.

Hello everybody.

Who'd like to play a game?

Me.

Me.

Me.

Me.

Excellent.

It's called capture the penguins.

Did we win?

Yes.

Mind-jacker.

You're restoring their minds?

Of course.

What's the point of dominating the world

if your arch-rivals don't even know you did it?

Blowhole, you fiendish, finned freak.

Missed you, too, Skipper.

Good news, though.

You get to watch as I enact Project...

Bad Tidings.

Let me guess.

You're using a giant tractor beam

to bring the moon closer to the Earth,

thus creating massive tidal wave chaos

which will flood the entire world.

Well, thank you, Professor Spoiler.

But you left out the part where I then rule the entire world.

It's an important part.

It's my favourite part.

You do that, Francis, and I swear I will never have you

over for Thanksgiving ever again.

Don't worry, Doris.

Not gonna happen.

Oh, yes it is.

Red One, power up the cannon.

I mean, you'll try, but it won't work.

Of course it'll work.

Open the blast way.

What?

No, no.

What? Why don't you think it'll work?

Cavitation.

I accounted for cavitation.

And centripetal force.

I accounted for centripetal force.

Plus axis tilt.

I accounted for that, too.

Then I guess it's just balance.

Balance?

Yeah.

As in, you've got none.

Super, Kowalski.

You are not paying me enough for this.

I will.

Promise.

Dolphin exchange.

Let's go.

No.

No.

No, no, no, no.

By the way, Project Bad Tidings would totally work.

Crab cakes.

I knew it.

Fire the cannon.

No!

Shut it off!

Shut it off!

Oh, that's no good.

Skipper, that thing's going to blow.

Evacuate.

Oh dear Look.

Thanks for the ride, jerks.

Oh!

Consider us officially broken up.

Doris, lead the way.

So, is your name really Francis?

Sorry that your boyfriend turned out to be evil.

Not really.

I guess next time I should listen to you, Kowalski.

You know, I've never seen you in action before.

You were so brave and smart and confident.

It was kinda hot.

Yeah?

I mean, uh, yeah.

What I'm trying to say is I like you Kowalski.

Like you like you.

Ooh, I like you like you like you like you, too.

Oh, sorry.

I just... um Whoops.

Just...

Maybe if we... whoops.

Tilt your head a little.

Tilt your head a little.

No... ah.

Aww.

Finally.

Skipper, do you suppose we've finally

seen the last of Dr. Blowhole.

What a delightfully naive question, Private.

Nope.

Blowhole is my arch-enemy, and arch-enemies always return.

It wouldn't surprise me in the least

if he isn't this very moment rebuilding his evil empire.

I can't pay you.

My check book got destroyed.

What can I do?

OK, OK.

I've got some gift cards you can have.

You like the Pasta Barn?

They've got bottomless salad and infinite breadsticks.