[Cartoon opens up with a high-angle shot of the clouds, which move to reveal The Pequod as "Blow the Man Down" plays in the background. Cut to a shot of The Pequod. Cut to the deck. Ishmael is wiping the deck]
[popping out of a barrel] So this is The Love Boat. [he and his siblings pull out lounge chairs and sunbathe; to Ishmael] You must be Doc.
Call me Ishmael.
Call me Ishtar.
Call me irresponsible.
Call me any time, but not collect, okay, big fella?
[The Warners walk off as Ishmael shrugs to the camera]
[to Queequeg] Hi, we're stowaways. Are you gopher?
No, I Queequeg.
[The Warner Siblings sniff him]
Sorry to hear that. Next time, don't eat so many prunes.
[pointing to a flag with a prohibition symbol over Moby Dick] Hey, look! They've got miniature golf onboard!
[The Warner Siblings hit the golf balls]
Fore!
[The golf balls bounce all over The Pequod until they hit Captain Ahab's door]
[emerges] Who dares disturb my brooding? [grabs Starbuck by his collar] Starbuck, have you sighted Moby Dick?
Ach! Negative, Captain. We must quit this mad quest.
Ye craven bilge rat. We'll search for Moby Dick until- what?
Captain Stubing, you mind if I steered the boat so we can go water-skiing?
What? Yes. Go away. [as the Warners run up to the helm] We'll search for Moby Dick until the seas dry up and the fish flop around in their underwear because all the water's gone. We'll search until - huh? [the Pequod tilts] What in the name of Neptune's pantry?! [sees Yakko steering the wheel at the helm, and runs up to him] Give me that wheel at once!
You're the captain. [spins the wheel and gives it to Captain Ahab, who spins around]
Whoa! [then spins towards the barrels knocking them down like bowling pins at a bowling alley. The Warner Siblings help him up] Who are ye?!
We're The Warner Brothers, Captain Stubing.
And The Warner Sister. Say, would you see if there's anything stuck in my teeth?
You know, if you shaved your beard, you'd look just like Ernest Borgnine.
Mark ye well that I am Captain Ahab. Cursed by vengeance to roam the seas until I find Moby Dick. You stowaways earn your keep aboard The Pequod. Now find me a white whale!
Okay.
Look! A white whale!
Where?! Where?!
[singing] Monkeys always look! Monkeys always look!
Stop your tomfoolery! Find me that whale!
Thar she blows!
Where?! Where?!
[plays the trumpet; as Louis Armstrong ] That's high C on the high seas. Yeah.
So, what do you say, Cap? Let's look for something else now.
[in normal voice] Yeah. Who cares about a white whale? Let's dress up like ghosts and scare the crew.
Don't ye understand? All I live for is to catch Moby, and destroy him for his oil, conquer him for his blubber, stomp on his big whale head and make perfume from his brain.
Captain, you've gotta go on shore leave more often.