Morph? [He's tired about Morph has the Jim's boot] Morph, knock it off, is too early. [Morph got boot and kicks to Jim's butt] Ow! HEY, MORPH! [Morph his shoe stick your tongue raspberry to him and switch purp and laughing and take Jim's boot, but Jim catch his boot to Morph] Hey, come back here!
Come back here!
GOTCHA! [Morph turns into angler fish and spits out at him] That's it, you little squid!
You little squid! You little squid! You little squid, little-little squid-squid-squid-squid-squid!
Ha! busted!
Look, all I'm saying is, we're sick of all this waiting!
So, there's only three of them left.
We are wanting to move!
We don't move we got the treasure in hand!
I say we kill them all now. [Silver steps on one of his six feet with his mechanical leg] OWWW!!!
"I say"?! What's this "I say"?! Disobey my orders again, like that stunt you pulled with Mr. Arrow, and so help me, you'll be JOINING HIM! [furiously throws him at the barrel]
Strong talk... but I know otherwise.
You got something to say, Scroop?
It's that boy. [Silver is unnerved] Methinks you have a soft... [pierces the fruit with his pincer] spot for him.
Now mark me, the lot of ya! I care about one thing and one thing only - Flint's trove! You think I'd risk it all for the sake of some... nose-whiping little whelp?! [Into the barrel, Jim is shocked and hurt]
What was it now? "Oh, you got the makings of greatness in ya..."
SHUT YOUR YAP! I cozied up to the kid to keep him off our scent. But I ain't gone soft!
PLANET HO!
There it is! Feast eyes and click heels, if you got 'em!
Where the devil's me glass? [telescope to Jim, it looks hurtin and run offs; Silver surprised] Jimbo! Playing games... are we?
Yeah. Yeah, we're playing games.
Oh, I see. Well, I was never much good at games. Always hated to lose.
Me too!
Right-o-- [He's got warning eye in sighting to find him and close the door] Ohh, blast it all...! [Silver blow whistle; after Jim discovers him and his crew planning mutiny] Change in plan, lads! WE MOVE NOW! [the cheering to crew planning mutiny] Strike our colors, Mr. Onus!
With pleasure, Captain.
[The Hands breaks his door discovered and all the guns with the mutiny cheering to find Jim]


