That's the last of Snipe's posse!
Great job, Finn! Now it's just Snipe and us!
Wow. Things might actually be looking... good.
[to Snipe] Think you can take us all on?
Don't have to. I'll let my new friend do it! [laughs]
[Snipe presses a button on a remote control. A giant fan appears]
Eh, yeah. That's the last time I ever get optimistic.
[After Snipe's fan broke down]
One of these days, Snipe's gonna come up with a weapon that actually works and then we'll be in real danger.
[Stork is lying on the couch, a bag of ice on his head]
It was a close enough call for me. [whispering softly] I can still feel the breeze...
Uh, Stork... that's not the wind.
[As Stork opens one eye, he sees a Merbian carrier pigeon floating above him, a rolled-up piece of parchment held in its claws; naturally, he screams in panic]
[After reading the scroll, Finn wonders aloud what the "rites of Elp" is, asking, "Does it hurt?"]
More than you could ever imagine! For one day each year, every Merb, no matter where they are, must submit themselves for the most punishing task imaginable! [gasps dramatically] We must... [whispering menacingly] volunteer!
That's it? What's the big deal?
But it could be anything! Like cleaning hairy snoz-blat drains, or feeding the mouthless maggle-throps...
Does it have to be something terrible?
[A transport vessel arrives. A Merb in a red uniform steps out to hand Stork a form]
MMerb
They're all yours. [he quickly detaches the trailer, and departs]
[after reading the aforementioned form] Um, it says I'm supposed to go camping at some place called Terra Fauna, with 3 young Sky Scouts!? As their...
[The door on the trailer opens loudly, and three young Merbs yell in excitement, then zip over in front of Stork]
YMYoung Merbs
[in unison] Are you our new Sky Scout master!?
[dejectedly] Yes... no-no! Ehhhgh! [faints]
[Aerrow is standing over Stork, who fainted after seeing what he had "volunteered" for]
Everything's fine, Stork.
Oh... Aerrow, what a relief... I had a dream that I was- [hears the scouts chatting excitedly] Ugh... So, uh.. it wasn't a dream.
[After each name, the scene cuts to the kid who's named, starting with one boy wearing a red hankerchief and matching socks, jumping over the table then standing up triumphantly]
Huh... oh, I could do lotsa cool moves if this place were bigger!
[Cuts to a boy wearing an orange hankerchief and matching socks]
[points to random levers, then pulls them] Hey, what's this do? And this? Oh, I know a lot about machines and stuff...
[Piper begins chasing after him]
What's that thing? [tightens a bolt on one of the cannons] I could make this way better.
[The cannon springs forward, followed closely by a frustrated Piper who groans in protest]
[Cuts to a boy wearing a blue hankerchief and matching socks]
[hugging Radarr tightly] I love animals... I-I, I can talk to them... [imitates Radarr's growls]
[Radarr looks horrified, then runs away, with Pydge chasing after him excitedly]
Oh, hey, where ya goin'? Come back, I wanna talk to ya...
[to Stork] You should get going... now...
[to Stork] The manual says you're supposed to teach us.
[points to a tree Griffin is climbing] Well, I know that that type of tree is where the poisonous bark-snark usually lives.
[Griffin jumps down. Pydge makes an animal call]
Go ahead, make that sound again, and see what happens when a Bog Howler answers you...
[Owlsley is drilling into a tree trunk]
And that could be a tree trunk, but it also might be a giant galumpous foot...
[Owlsley stops drilling]
[holds up a brown paper bag, shaking it menacingly] And what's this?
That's my lunch! Gimme that! [takes it from him]
A harmless tree snake? [motions to a purple snake climbing a tree]
Yes, but if it had a red spot on its head, it would be a venomous scapper serpent.
[A Bog Howler is up a tree]
And is that ugly thing harmless, or is it something scary like a Bog Howler?
[calmly] Um, no, that is a Bog Howler.
[referring to a Bog Howler ready to attack them] How do we stop it?
I'm going with throwing stuff at it!
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]
Not my lunch! Not my radio!
Well, I think we lost the Howler.
Aww, I never got to talk to it!
Yeah, I think that's one voice you never need to hear again.
[Snipe laughs somewhere offscreen]