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Stop beating yourself up, Lance.

It's just a race.

It's a regatta, Kelsey.

And we've never lost one before.

Well, I'm sure the Commodore

will forgive you.

He already did.

Gave me one of his famous

consolation prizes to cheer me

up... a coin from his private collection.

He knows how important I am to the team.

Well, I have a consolation

prize for you, as well, Lance.

A kiss.

Lance?

Lance, what's that noise?

It's nothing.

Lance?

Lance?

Are you there?

Lance?! Are you there?!

Lance!

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Morning, sleepy head.

Mom, what are you doing out of bed?

Well, I couldn't lie in bed forever.

I'm making your favorite breakfast.

After what you've been

through in that place?

You should be able to stay in

bed for a year.

I told you, it's all fading

away like a bad dream.

I don't want to talk about it or

think about it.

I'm back here now.

You still feel a little warm.

Stop that.

I am the mom here.

You and your dad have been

taking care of me long enough.

It's time for me to start taking

care of... you.

Mom, what is it?

Oh, nothing.

I'm just so glad to be home, honey.

Ahh.

How do I look?

Like a million bucks.

What is with this place?

It seems like a wax museum in here.

Pumpkin, this is a very big

deal for your father and me.

Yeah, it could be a real

game changer for us.

We've been waiting 10 years for this.

Well, at least there's free food.

Oh, honey, I don't think... Salty!

That's the worst jelly ever.

It's called caviar, honey.

Better known as fish eggs.

Adam, get that.

Mom!

Okay, I got it. I got it.

Whoa!

Oh, I'm making such a mess.

It's just been a while since I

made breakfast, guys.

It's okay.

I'll, uh, get a mop.

Whew.

Well, I guess things aren't

completely back to normal.

It's not bad.

Thank you. Please be seated.

Welcome, welcome.

I stand before you next to my

pride and joy... a perfect

replica of the Glen Carrig, the

most famous tall ship in

Springville's somewhat dubious

maritime history... a ship that

belonged to a buccaneer that

cost me some bucks from here.

How does this Whale-Pants

guy have so much money, anyway?

His name is not "Whale-Pants."

It's... something different.

And I always keep it close as

a reminder to me that some

ships, just like people, are a

little more special than the rest.

That's why I've invited all of

our new potential members here today.

As you all know, we've recently

had an opening, and every single

one of you are here today

because us folks at the yacht

club saw something very special

in each one of you.

They say a Commodore is only as

good as his crew, and I look

forward to sail the high seas

with whichever one of you proves

to be the best.

Cheers!

Cheers!

Brunch is served.

Hello!

Well, she was always a wreck

in the kitchen, anyway.

It's gonna take some time, son.

Y-you don't instantly bounce

back from having amnesia and

wandering the streets for two years.

And the fact that you found

her... it's a miracle, and I

will always be grateful to you for that.

Just be glad we have her back.

I am.

Psst! Psst!

Hey.

Can I help you?

You know, if you made it into

the yacht club, we could be, uh,

married someday.

It's just kind of the way it

works around here.

Yeah, that's... not gonna happen.

I see.

Playing hard to get.

Impossible to get.

And I'm not playing.

Well, this family certainly

looks like they're cut from the

yacht-club cloth.

Commodore Whalpenz, this is

our daughter Sally.

Sally!

Oh, uh, nice to meet you, Captain.

It's Commodore.

Oh, buoy.

I am sorry a-boat that.

Well, isn't she a peach?

Why don't you run along and get

yourself a special treat with a

special Commodore coin?

All right.

I will "sea" you guys later.

Don't be so "shellfish."

Thanks.

Well, at least today won't be a

complete waste.

Yacht-club pier, Sunday.

Scene of the alleged disappearance.

No sign of a struggle.

Who are you talking to?

You again.

Kind of, uh, romantic down

here, just the... just the two of us.

Don't you think?

I have dismantled boys much

more capable than you, so why

don't you leave me alone?

Look, I-I know it takes time

to, uh... to reel in a good catch.

Oh, you're about to catch...

Hey, you know what?

Why don't you take this and get

us a pair of tiramisu on a stick?

I knew that you would come around.

Don't go anywhere, I will be right back.

Okay.

What the what?!

Oh, hey, Watch.

Um... hi.

Would Adam be around, possibly?

Mm.

Adam, Watch is here.

Hey.

Well, your mom certainly seems mom-like.

And un-ninja-like.

I'm not gonna talk about that.

She barely remembers anything,

and we're gonna keep it that way.

Did you not get Sally's texts?

Yeah, I can't go to the yacht club.

I'm not much of a beach

person myself, but she really

needs our help.

Well, mom's here now and I

have to take care of her.

Adam?

I didn't mean to eavesdrop.

Um, I want you to go.

It's not your job to take care of me.

I'm the mom.

I'm fine.

Go have fun with your friends.

But, mom... Go. Mom's orders.

Hey!

You two lost?

No, we're just looking for our friend.

Well, uh, this here's private

property, my friend.

You have some identifications?

Hey, you keep your hands where I

can see them.

Hey, what is with all the watches?

You some kind of hacker?

10-4, we might have a breach

down here, vector 11.

Over.

I think you mean "sector."

And 10-4 is something you say

when you've gotten a radio transmission.

Quiet.

Mom, dad, we've got to get

out of here right now.

Keep your voice down.

Where have you been?

It doesn't matter, okay?

Something weird is going on.

There is a snob-eating

crustacean on the loose down by the pier.

Honey, we know you have quite

the imagination, but this is

serious business.

The Commodore's making his

decision in the next hour.

I am serious!

Can you just act normal for

once in your life?

Please?

Normal? Normal.

Okay.

If this is what you call normal,

I'm gonna act as not normal as

possible, okay?

Honey...

Hq?

I bet no one's on the other line, anyway.

Shh!

Are there even any batteries in that thing?

That is enough lip out of you.

Officer, is there a problem?

Oh, hello, there, ma'am.

We got a couple of boys down

here that aren't playing by the rules.

But I'm just following protocol

and waiting for backup.

My apologies, officer.

They're just here to wax my family's yawl.

Forgot to add them to the list.

Oh, they didn't cause you any

trouble, did they?

Oh, nothing I can't handle, ma'am.

Good help is so hard to find nowadays.

Well ma'am.

Let's go, boys.

"Good help is so hard to find"?

"Wax the family's yawl"?

Really?

What's a yawl, anyway?

Y'all better buckle up.

We got big crustacean problems.

Big problems?

No. Big crustacean.

And the claws disappeared under

the water, leaving these tracks.

And that is all that's left of

my smarmy admirer.

May he rest in peace.

So, let me get this

straight... some random kid from

the yacht club asks you to marry

him, afterwards following you

all the way to the beach, then

getting dragged in the water by

a giant crab claw.

Yeah, that's pretty much it, more or less.

What?

You don't believe me?

We believe the part about the crab.

You know, this place wasn't

always called Pike's Bay.

I want to check something out.

Come on.

"The Maritime of our Lives,"

"The Arm-Chair Navigator,"

"Adventures in Nautical-Knot Tying."

The yacht club has one of the

finest collections of nautical

literature in the state.

Focus.

Here we go... "Legends of the Deep."

Bill, Dotty, just the two

I've been looking for.

I'd like to invite you for a

private meeting with the Commodore.

Follow me.

This could be it.

1813, our local pirate,

Blackjack Hodgson, is trapped by

the Navy at Pike's Bay.

He refuses to surrender, and his

ship, the Glen Carrig, is shot

to pieces at his feet.

As it sank, he cursed his own

treasure, vowing vengeance on

anyone who dare touch his ill-gotten booty.

Booty is pirate treasure.

Anyway... The ship was swarmed by an army

of angry crabs on its way down.

Some old salts say that Hodgson

himself turned into the meanest

crab of all, haunting his treasure forever.

I told you.

We said we believed the part

about the crab.

You know, Bill, I like the cut of your jib.

How about we make a toast?

To the yacht club.

Um, Commodore, are you... are

you saying what I think you're saying?

I think I am, Bill.

Welcome aboard.

We make sure to take care of our

members, hmm?

Our own stash of Commodore coins.

For good luck.

Make sure to keep them close to

you at all times.

Oh, I'll guard them with my life.

Good.

Now, to our newest members...

Bill and Doddy.

Dotty.

Yes. Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Mm.

Ahh. Ahh.

Hmm.

Is it just me, or is it getting

a little warm in here?

So, a greedy pirate turns

into a giant crab.

That part I get.

Right.

But why would he be picking kids

off the yacht-club beach?

Other than the fact that

they're horrible, chichi, froufrou snobs.

But hey, that looks like...

Whalpenz gives out these corny

Commodore coins.

They look just like this.

I gave mine to Chadsworth just

before he disappeared.

That crab wants those coins.

It's the pirate's treasure.

That someone stole, and now

he wants it back.

Who else did he give the coins to?

Where is everybody?

Probably at the annual croquet tournament.

Sally, we don't know for sure

that the crab pirate got your parents.

Sure we do.

Look, the Commodore's giving

out these coins, right?

He wouldn't part with them

unless he had a pretty big supply.

He must be hiding the treasure

somewhere else.

But where?

Wow.

Look at this thing.

Hand-carved oak.

The brass trims are gold-plated.

I wonder.

The Glen Carrig.

Watch, what was the name of

Blackjack's ship?

What are you doing?

How did you know it was in here?

It would have to be a pretty

small treasure to fit on the ship.

What the...?

Honey, what...?

I don't know.

Okay, how is this gonna help

find my parents?

Your parents, they're just chum.

This is a veritable feast.

Of course they're chum...

Buddies, pals, mates... wh-what

does that have to do with this?

I think he meant chum like they're bait.

More specifically, crab food.

W-w-whoa, my parents are not crab food.

But the Commodore thinks they are.

He's using people as bait to

make sure that the crab doesn't

come after him.

Am I right, Watch?

I'm impressed.

Your skills of deduction are

getting sharper.

But why my parents?

Because, my little townie,

they're just not yacht-club material.

It's okay! It's okay!

Where are my parents, Whalpenz?

I've seen your type a thousand times...

Social-climbing, yacht-club wannabes.

Springville yacht club is the

last beacon of perfection in this town.

So much riffraff running around these days.

That's why I keep the beast at

bay with a steady diet of

Commodore coins, while removing

undesirable elements from our

beloved Springfield.

No!

You found it!

You stole it from a dead pirate!

I salvaged it.

It's mine, all mine.

Wait, Commodore. Wait.

What?

Let me show you something.

Ooh. Nice bow line.

I'm not one of them.

The only reason I'm hanging out

with these people is because I

didn't know anyone when I moved

to Springville.

But now that I've met you and I

know what this yacht club is all

about, I think I found my proper place.

You traitor!

Shh!

You know, my boy, it takes

some courage to stand up for who

you really are, and I respect that.

Come, join me.

Get back!

I think I'll just give old

Blackjack a moment to digest his

main course, and then feed him dessert.

Good one, Commodore.

But there's only one problem...

You're supposed to wait at least

20 minutes after eating before

going into the water.

Oh.

What have you done, you fool?

What are you doing?

I won't go back to being like

the rest of you.

I won't do it.

Curse this town!

Aah!

Somebody already beat you to it, skipper.

Mine. Mine.

Mine! All mine!

Yes, there you are.

Oh.

Come to daddy.

Ow! Aah!

Guess the monster got his treasure back.

He'll just have to share it

with the giant crab.

Sally, someone's here to see you.

Sally?!

Mom! Dad!

Sally!

Sally!

Mom! Dad!

Your dad is a hero.

Maybe.

More likely, the two of us were

just never meant to drink champagne.

Come on, kids.

Let's get you home.

Back where we belong.

Hey, honey.

How was the beach day with your friends?

Know what?

It was more fun than I thought

it was gonna be.

Taste.

I know it's not perfect.

You know what, mom?

From what I've seen, perfect is

way overrated.

I'm sure it'll be great.

What you making, anyway?

Yum, steamed crabs.

Maybe we should go out to eat.

You know what?

That's a great idea.

Okay.

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