[referring to a Bog Howler ready to attack them] How do we stop it?
Stork
I'm going with throwing stuff at it!
Stork
Here's a little conversation starter.
[Stork throws a rock at the Bog Howler. The Sky Scouts join in, picking up random things to lob at it]
Stork
Not my lunch! Not my radio!
Well, I think we lost the Howler.
Aww, I never got to talk to it!
Stork
Yeah, I think that's one voice you never need to hear again.
[Snipe laughs somewhere offscreen]
Stork
Goik! That's another...
Now, any idea where we are?
Way off course. [points at a section of a map] Here. We're at the very edge of the charted Atmos, Aerrow. A place called "Sky's End".
Stork
Yeah, our end, more likely.
[After Eyeball saw the baby dragons that the Storm Hawks need to protect]
I think Radarr's trying to tell us something.
RRadarr
The sentence I said has four words. [Radarr holds up four fingers]
RRadarr
First word. [Radarr holds up one finger]
RRadarr
Eyeball. [Radarr points at his eye]
RRadarr
[Radarr shakes his head "No"] No.
Stork
Uh-uh. See!
RRadarr
Nah. EYEBALL. [Radarr points at his eye again]
RRadarr
[Radarr nods his head "Yes"] Yes. Second word. [Radarr holds up two fingers]
RRadarr
Saw. [Radarr waves his finger near his eye]
RRadarr
[Radarr shakes his head "No"] Uh-uh.
RRadarr
Saw. [Radarr pretends use a saw]
Stork
Oh, oh, oh - the death throes of a three-armed swamp gobbler?
RRadarr
[Radarr shakes his head "No"] No, No, No, No! SAW. [Radarr pretends to use a saw again]
RRadarr
[Radarr makes a positive gesture] Absolutely!
Stork
Eyeball saw? Is that some kind of torture device?
RRadarr
[Radarr shakes his head "No"] Certainly not. Fourth word. [Radarr holds up four fingers]
Straight to the fourth word.
RRadarr
Dragons. [Radarr points at the baby dragons]
RRadarr
[Radarr gives Junko a thumbs-up] Definitely!
Stork
Eyeball saw dragons?
Eyeball saw the dragons! That means this place is about to be swarming with Murk Raiders!
[Radarr runs in, chattering excitedly]
[Radarr points toward Aerrow and scratches wildly]
Stork
[gasps] Radarr has fleas!
[Radarr growls and points at Aerrow more forcefully]
Stork
Aerrow has fleas!?
[Stork is reading from his poetry book to help Aerrow pass the time]
Stork
Now, for the next verse from "Darkness, Total Darkness, Purest Black"...
[Just as he is about to begin, Junko and Piper come in with Aerrow's meal, much to Stork's dismay]
Uh, guys... Fresh plate of Numby-Numby Scrool Bugs!
[disliking the look of the bugs] You know, guys, I've got a better idea. I've been noticing a slight knock developing in the left engine pod. Junko, could you check on that?
And Stork, I think the Condor is listing about a tenth of a degree to the port side.
Stork
[noticably saddened] Fine... I'll read to myself...
Junko, I'm still hearing the engine click.
[Junko growls and hits a pipe with a spanner]
Now I call it more of a "clack".
[Junko growls]
And Stork, we're on keel now, but maybe, like, two degrees of yaw.
Stork
[feeling a draught] What was that? [closes an air hole]
Stork, are you letting in a draught?
Stork
You know, I'll be really glad when Captain Notice Everything has better things to do than notice everything.
Stork, do you really need to buy another venomous cricket?
Stork
Um... I need the venom to make anti-venom, which is important since the first cricket is still loose somewhere on the ship.
[Pause]
Uh, maybe we better buy two.
...assuming a diminished capacity on a part of the Dark Ace.
It means he won't be himself.
[Piper rolls down a drawing of the Dark Ace with ghosts around him]
The best way to find a weakness is to try and confuse him.
[Junko laughs]
Stork
By... dressing up as ghosts. [slaps his face]
[After Noob nearly crashes the Condor]
Stork
Who are you? More importantly, where have you been? And do you carry any rare communicable diseases?
[Noob spots a Frost Crystal]
A Frost Crystal that was actually touched by Piper! [grabs the crystal's holder] Can I have it?
Don't touch it! It's highly...
[A beam shoots out of the crystal and turns Junko's teddy bear, Mr Bitsy, into ice]
[Junko accidentally drops Mr Bitsy, shattering him into pieces]
Mr Bitsy! [his eyes well up with tears]
That's a priceless Storm Hawks collectible! It's irreplaceable!
[heartbroken] Tell me about it!
[The Storm Hawks have sent Noob back home, unaware of the danger he is in]
We can't leave him hating us. It's bad karma, or something.
Stork
And there's no fury like a superfan scorned. Torches, pitchforks... [shudders] It gets ugly.