(All the snorks are at Governor Wetworth's house for a social gathering)
Junior: If my father says he really led the snorks to Snorkland, then he did, didn't you dad?
Governor Wetworth: Of course I did. *knocks on door* That's him, Cheif Featherfin's here, just act natural. *opens closet door and they all laugh*
Junior: That's the closet, dad.
Governor Wetworth: I knew it was the closet, just wanted to make sure it was clean. *opens door*
Chief Featherfin: How!
Governor Wetowrth: Ooh, and how yourself!
All: Howdy, Featherfin!
Featherfin: Snorks run from many a snorky since we were all together.
Mrs. Kelp: Oh Chief, how simply wonderful to see you again.
Featherfin: *scratches her chin* Too bad you run away. You are pretty snork-squah.
George: And she still is, Cheif Featherfin.
Mrs. Kelp: Oh George, now stop it! *giggles*
Junior: So, my dad tells my that the two of you and Davy Snorkett led the snorks to Snorkland.
Featherfin: That true.
Junior: He did? He did! See, I told you so. Dad, plase tell us the story of Davy Snorkett, and how the snorks were won.
Governor Wetworth: Well, once upon a time, many snork years ago, most of us lived in a place in the east called Shellguard.
Governor POV: We were not happy with the way things were being run. We were forced to work in the kelp mines, and give most of our food to the tax gimme-grabbers. We also lived in cosntant fear of the slimemamanders.
Junior: Slimamanders? They sound worse than the snorkeaters.
Governor Past: Slimemamanders! Snork for your life! *all swim away*
Governor POV: We were at our snorks end, and had to do something.
Governor Past: I just think it's time that we snorks moved out west to Conk Cove, where there's plenty of kelp for ever snork.
George Past: You can count me in.
Governor Past: And we'll have the freedom to pick any job we want. But the best thing is that there are no slimemamanders out west.
George Past: But, who wil lead us to the west?
Davy Snorkett: *arrives on his seahorse* Davy Snorkett's my name, snork scountin's my game!
Governor Past: May I present our guide?
Mrs. Kelp Past: Is it dangerous?
Davy: Never fear, Snorkett's here.
George Past: How long will it take to get there?
Davy: Ooh, it'll take many a night to get there. The trail may be rough, and you'll wanna turn back.
Mrs. Kelp Past: I'll never wanna come back.
Governor Past: So, do we go west, young snorks?
(later, they push the wagons and leave Shellguard)
Davy: Move 'em out!
Governor Past: Westward ho, snorks!
Mrs. Kelp Past: I wanna go back!
Davy: Don't be scared, Mrs. Kelp.
Governor Past: We jsut have to get over this hill.
Mrs. Kelp Past: I'm afraid, I'm afraid!
Davy: Come on, come on, we can make it.
Governor Past: Now what, Snorkett?
Davy: Beats me. Never had this happen before.
George Past: I have an idea. *feeds them the kelpcakes*
Governor Past: You're feeding them our kelp cakes.
George Past: We've got to get over the hill.
Davy: Well, don't that beat all? The old snork nose back! *pushes it* What goes up must come down.
(all go downhill from here)
George Past: I can't watch!
Davy: Hault! I knew I could still do it. It's time to let the dust settle, and camp for the night.
Governor Past: *hands them food* There's not much felt, those kelp eating seahorses ate too many.
George Past: It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Davy: *takes a sea cactus* Nothin' to worry about with these sea cactus around. Not only can you drink from it, you can eat from it, too. Here, try it for yourself.
Mrs. Kelp Past: *tastes it, and is disgusted* Tastes worse than it looks!
Governor Past: What is it?
Davy: There's somethin out there. And whatever it was, it's gone now.
Governor Past: First a runaway wagon, then no food. What could possibly happen next?
(all stranded in high wind)
George Past: Now we'll never find Conk Cove.
Mrs. Kelp Past: You mean we're lost?
Davy: Never fear, Snorkett's here. We're almost there.
Governor Past: Well, which way?
Davy: Well let's see, uh, it's that way. *points at a diferent direction* Oh, it's that a way, I'm sure of it. Follow me, snorks. *he disappears into the sand and seaweed*
Mrs. Kelp Past: Well at least we know it isn't a slimeamander.
(come across seaweed field)
George Past: Well, we have plenty to eat now.
Mrs. Kelp Past: You mean we have to eat our way through this seaweed?!
Davy: I hope not.
Governor Past: Then what?
Davy: Well don't look at me. I'm a leader, not a thinker.
George Kelp Past: You know, Wetworth, you're full of hot air.
Governor Past: Huh?
George Past: We're all full of hot air. Look. *Gallio blows it with snork* That's how we'll do it, we'll use our snorks.
(all do so)
Governor Past: Yeah, we'll huff then we'll puff, then we'll blow these weeds down.
Mrs. Kelp: *sings* On to Conk Cove, to Conk Cove, we will go! *runs into snorkeater* Yao, what are you?
Snorkeater: I'm a snorkeater!
All: A snorkeater?!
Snorkeater: Yeah, get it? That means I eat snorks.
George Past: Oh, that's what I was afraid of.
(all leave except Mrs. Kelp)
Mrs. Kelp Past: Sorry, we can't stay for dinner.
Governor Past: Why don't you try a slimeamander?
Mrs. Kelp Past: I'm having a real bad day!
Snorkeater: And it's about to get worse!
(swim from him)
Snorkeater: Drat! These little eastern snorks are fast!
George Past: *throws rocks at him* Take that, you slippary seamonster!
(He tries eating George, but gets caught and they are saved by indian snorks)
Mrs. Kelp Past: Catch me, I'm going to faint! *does so*
George Past: Indian fish, by golly!
Governor Past: How? I was just going to ask you the same thing.
Featherfin: Me, Chief Featherfin!
Governor Past: Me, uh, I'm Wetworth.
Davy: Davy Snorkett, my chief, I knew someone was followin' us.
Featherfin: Did not know if you be friend or be enemy.
Governor Past: Please, we're were friends.
George Past: We don't need any more enemies.
Featherfin: Any enemy of snorkeater are friends of indian fish. We must make plan - snorkeater will be back.
Snorkeater: Those sneaky Indian fish! They're always poiling my fun!
Davy: You should get a kick out of this! *chases him around*
Featherfin: Get ready, here they come! Do not miss this time!
Davy: Don't worry, I won't!
Snorkeater: *they miss* Hah, you missed me!
Mrs. Kelp past: Well I didn't! *hits him*
Snorkeater: Ow, that hurt!
Mrs. Kelp past: Serves you right!
(Governor gets on horse)
Snorkeater: Give it up, snorks! You want this? You're too wrapped up in your work!
Davy: Prepare for defeat! *wraps him up*
Snorkeater: Take a flyer! *smacks him away*
Davy: *flies away* Honey, why always me?
Featherfin: Let a pro handle this.
George Past: If at first you don't succeed. *ties him up*
Snorkeater: Give it up, snork squirt!
Featherfin: Do your thing, octopus! *it smacks him* The bigger they are!
(all defeat him and cheer)
Mrs. Kelp: *is in his arms* Oh, you made my day! *kisses him*
Featherfin: *he blushes* Oh, excuse me, I have to see a - man about snorkeater. *swims away*
Governor Past: Thank you, Chief Featherfin and Davy Snorkett, you're the greatest.
(Mrs. Kelp kisses him again)
Davy: What about me?
Marina Past: You're okay, too, thanks, Davy. *she kisses him and he smiles*
(all together now)
Governor Past: Chief, we've decided to take your advice and settle right here.
Featherfin: Old Indian fish custon - when you gather with friends in new place, you play Indian pipefish.
Governor Past: Well, we need a new name for this place.
Featherfin: Why not call it Snorkland?
Governor Past: Yeah, I like that. Welcome to Snorkland!
(cheer, and then Davy leaves)
Davy: Well, I'm off to lead more snorks to Snorkland! Adios!
All: So long, Davy!
(back to the present)
Governor Wetworth: And that is how we came to settle in Snorkland.
Junior: Gee, you were all so brave to leave your homes and start all over.
Governor Wetworth: Yeah, thanks, son. We had a lot of help from our friends.
Featherfin: And how!
Junior: But, weren't you scared?
Mrs. Kelp: Oh no, we weren't scared at all, were we, Chiefy?
Featherfin: Snorks never scared!
(weird noise, Mrs. Kelp jumps in Featherfin's arms)
Junior: *shows up with Indian feather hat* Thanks for the present, Chief. *all laugh*
Featherfin: Like I said, snorks never scared - just friendly.
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