Sunday June 22, 2003
Book 3: Under New Management — Part III: Board of Accidental Tourism
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Narrator: Following the stone-age map, Sergeant Schlock's squad reaches the spot marked by the engraved 'X.'
Schlock: We're here! Let's land and look around.
Shep: Geez...
Legs: Whoa...
Schlock: Eeew...
Nick: Der's bones everywhere. Dem pirates musta killed each other over da treasure...
Nick: Well, I'm gonna start diggin'.
Legs: Sarge... These bones... Do they remind you of anything?
Schlock: No. They just look boney.
Schlock: Of course, just 'cause I don't have bones of my own doesn't mean I can't do some anatomy.
Schlock: These long ones are from arms or legs. That's gotta be a skull. And the x-shaped thing must be like ribs.
Schlock: X-shaped. Ribs. Hmmm...
Legs: X marks the spot.
Schlock: The spot is a sacred burial ground?
Legs: Or maybe a sacred Barbecue pit.
Nick: Oooh, pretty. Giant flowers!