Are you all right? Are you hurt?

He's taunting us! Listen!

[laughing]

Stop laughing at us, you solar twit!

Captain Bligh, sir! Are the ice cream cones ready?

The crew, they're on the verge of mutiny.

Nigel, please.

If you don't give us ice creams pretty quick,

you're gonna walk the plank, sir!

- Nigel. - I don't care if I drown,

I'm getting off this death cruise right now.

- Ahhh! - Whoa! Oooh!

Iceberg!

Permission to go down with the ship, sir.

[grunts] Hang on! Stuff that!

Run! Swim! [yells]

Nigel?

Look, I'm a starfish. [chuckles]

Guys, look.

Gosh. Must feel like a lifetime since you've been here.