[Jonah exits the tent the next morning, when...]

Morning, Jonah! What's the word?

What? Nothing! There is no word! [starts runs away]

Uh, nothing? At all?

No! Nothing at all! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm very bu-

Morning, Jonah. What's the word?

Ah, stop it! There is no word! Nothing! I've got to get out of here! [continues running away] There is no word! I have no new messages! And above all, I am not... going... to Nineveh!

[Because he's not looking where he's going, he bumps into a sign and it hits him, knocking him back. He looks and sees that it's a map of the Mediterranean Sea.]

Sorry, sir! I can't sell you a ticket to Nineveh!

What? Who are you?

The name's Angus. I sell cruise tickets. There's nothing like a cruise on the Great Sea to clean the sand out of your wicket, aye?! [Jonah slightly jumps.] But ya can't sail to Nineveh! It's land-locked! See? [Angus points to a star surrounded entirely by orange, symbolizing only land.] You can't go by sea! Ya got to go by land!

But I don't want to go to-

[as she and Mabel spot Jonah]

Oh, hello, Mr. Jonah! What's the word?

He's going to Nineveh!

Oh, really?

[frustrated]

I am not going to Nineveh! Why on earth would I wanna go to Nineveh?! In fact, I'm going in the opposite direction! [looks at map] What's the farthest thing in the world from Nineveh?

Well, if you have a few days, you could sail down to Egypt. It's lovely this time of year.

[Jonah isn't paying attention to what he's saying, instead directing his attention toward a star on the far left edge of the map.]

There! I want to go there!

Huh?! Tarshish?! Why, that would take weeks! It's the other end of the world!

Perfect! How much?

Even if you had the money, no one around here has the time to sail all the way to Tarshi-
[Then they suddenly hear Larry, Pa Grape and Mr. Lunt singing "The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything".]