It's all part of my ongoing curiosity and fascination with marine life and oceanography.

Blunt away.

The establishment you dropped your pants in, Mr. Peterson, has been under surveillance for some time now.

We know they've been selling counterfeit merchandise.

Everything from chronosync watches to Maine lobsters.

Counterfeit seafood?

Why, those unscrupulous bastards.

The store itself is small potatoes.

What we're really after is their supplier.

The big potato.

Unfortunately, he rarely shows his face unless he's making a big delivery.

Now, if we had the proper bait, I think we could catch him.

But so far, he's managed to elude us.

That's a bummer.

Hey, wait a minute.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

He's perfect.

No one would ever suspect someone as goofy looking as him.

No, we can't.

It's too dangerous.