In the Disney Castle, The King Mickey, in the comfort of his bedroom, has a conversation with his TV, or, to be more accurate, Yen Sid's image on the TV.
"I see you've hardly taken care of the business we've discussed," Yen Sid states quite discontently.
"No need to rub it in, Master Yen Sid, sir," The King Mickey responds. "I'll deal with that situation as soon as Sora and the others get back."
This doesn't ease Yen Sid's skepticism one bit. "Will you indeed, Mickey? I wonder. I have my doubts. I and others have come to believe that your heart is not in this, that you haven't the testicular fortitude for it."
"Just give me one more chance to prove it, Master Yen Sid," begs The King Mickey. "That's all I ask."
"Sora and the others appear to be stronger than you imagined, my closed-minded student," says Yen Sid. "Somewhat more resourceful. They seem to have got the better of you."
"For the moment, Master Yen Sid," assures The King Mickey. "Only for the moment."
Yen Sid nods disapprovingly. "I'm afraid you will have to prove your coolness in a more humane manner, my young apprentice. I fear that is the only thing to do."
"There's nothing I'd look forward to with greater pleasure, Master Yen Sid," fibs The King Mickey.
"You give your word on that view, young Mickey?" asks Yen Sid, raising an eyebrow.
Unbeknownst to Yen Sid, The King Mickey has his fingers crossed behind his back. "I give you my word."
After a short silence between them, Yen Sid's head disappears from the TV screen, leaving nothing but static. The King Mickey gets on his knees and sobs inconsolably.
"I miss my TV so much! How am I supposed to feel great if I can't watch innocent children descend into sleep-deprivation-induced madness?! How?!"
Having overheard The King Mickey, a Worker Broom peeks its head into The King Mickey's bedroom. "There's always video games."
"This doesn't concern you, Wilfred!" yells The King Mickey. "Go jump into a fire or something!"
"Yes, my liege." Wilfred shuts the door and goes off to do just what The King ordered.
The King Mickey stands up, walks towards his staticy, hissing television, and begins to pet it delicately.
"Don't cry, Telly," The King Mickey whispers compassionately. "I'll have you fixed up in no time, and soon, you and I will share many quenchy moments together, laughing at hapless cactus juice addicts 'till our sides are sore." The King Mickey reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a lint-covered cellphone. "Until then, I'm going to have to start taking drastic measures to get you back."
The King Mickey opens the cellphone up and bangs on the keyboard once. He holds the phone up to his ear.
"Hello, operator? I'd like to get a few numbers."

Meanwhile, in the Gummi Ship (the whereabouts of which are at the moment unknown), the Gaang sleep soundly in random spots and uncomfortable positions. Out of the blue, Sora jolts awake, sweating quite profusely.
"BUNNIES!!!"
Everyone else is awoken by Sora's involuntary vocal outburst. Scrooge wakes up a second later.
"I swear, officer! She was at least 16 years old!"
"What happened, Sora?!" asks Buzz. "Are space rabbits attacking our ship again?"
"No," Sora answered. "I dreampt that Kairi dumped me for Riku, and then they disappeared into an instant cup of noodles. Guys, I think Riku's putting the moves on Kairi behind my back."
"Don't be ridiculous, Sora," Goofy says, attempting to make Sora feel better. "Riku would never hit on Kairi behind your back because he's your friend. Just like Donald wouldn't set Scrooge on fire without me because he's my friend. Isn't that right, Donald?"
Goofy turns around to see Scrooge tied up, doused in gasoline and surrounded by firecrackers, barrels of overproof rum, and wax candles. Donald is trying to light a match right next to Scrooge. "Huh?" Donald emits, paying no heed to Goofy.
"Dinner," Scrooge spurts.
"I knew you guys would agree with me," says Goofy. "So why don't you say we open up a door here and give Sora some fresh air."
Goofy walks towards the Gummi Ship door and reaches for it. Buzz gasps in fear. "Goofy, stop! We don't even know where we are!"
Goofy opens the door, only to be met with a gigantic burst of saltwater that now threatens to fill the entire Gummi Ship. A few fish are mixed into the burst.
"Donald, do something!" Sora shouts over the roaring water.
"I'm on it, I'm on it! Omengni dnif!"
Donald raises his staff over his head. The staff emits a black gas that fills the entire Gummi Ship. The group emerges from the submerged Gummi Ship as sea creature-related freaks: Besides, being stripped of his shirt, Sora leg's have been replaced with a dolphin's tail. Likewise, Donald's and Scrooge's legs have been replaced with octopus tentacles. Goofy's body has been turned into a sea turtle shell, and Buzz is a yellow toy submarine. The waterlogged Gummi Ship sinks behind them.
"How did the Gummi Ship end up in Atlantica?" Sora asks himself.
"I think that's Rafiki's fault," guesses Goofy.
As Sora makes a mental note to himself to avoid crazy old men at all costs, Buzz watches as the Gummi Ship hits the ocean floor below them. "Well, I don't see any way we can get out of here now."
"I do!" says Scrooge. "Just pop the Gummi Ship's drain and let all the water out!"
"Is anyone else glad Scrooge is on the team?" Sora asks sarcastically. "Because I'm very glad that Scrooge is on the team."
Buzz, not too adept at sarcasm, hopes that Sora's kidding. "Really?"
"NO!! Now lemme think. How can I get the mad skills needed to win over Kairi and rule over noobs?"
As Sora goes into deep thought, a small clownfish swims up to his vicinity. "Have you seen my dad?"
"No. Now buzz off," says Sora, swatting the clownfish away with the back of his hand. After a few more seconds of thinking, the little light bulb implanted into Sora's brain lights up.
"Yeah... I know! I gotta believe!"
Goofy doesn't quite follow. "Believe in what, Sora?"
Sora gives off a frustrated sigh. "Just come with me."

Sora takes the Gaang to Ariel's Grotto, a shack-sized rock with an entrance blocked by another rock, which acts as a makeshift door.
Goofy has his doubts. "Are you sure you'll learn how to fight from Ariel? I mean, with her being a girl and all?"
"Relax, Goofy," assures Sora. "With all the feminist sentiment around these parts, I'm sure to learn something from the Princess."
"Like knitting?" comments Donald.
"Yeah, Donald!" says Sora. "I'm gonna learn how to knit a blanket, so that way Riku will have to outknit me, which he can't!"
Scrooge begins to ramble. "I like blankets with little-"
"NOT... KNITTING!!!" Sora screams at the top of his lungs. "I'm gonna learn all kinds of fighting styles that Riku doesn't know, like mee krob and moo goo gai pan. Those are fighting styles, right?"
Buzz knows the answer "No they're n-"
"My point exactly," Sora interrupts. "Now let's get in there and learn how to fight! See you guys later."
Sora pushes aside the boulder leading inside Ariel's Grotto and enters the premises.
"Close that door behind you!" shouts Ariel from inside the grotto. "It's bad feng shui."
"Oh, sorry," apologizes Sora, turning around to pull the rock back into place. The rest of the Gaang stand idly in front of the boulder.
"So now what do we do?" Donald asks of the others.
"Contemplate our place in the universe?" suggests Scrooge.
"You don't even know what that means, Scrooge," remarks Goofy.
Scrooge struggles to come up with a response. "Uh... cherry toppings!"

===Ariel's Rap===
Ariel and Sora bow to each other before proceeding with the lesson.
"Now, Sora," says Ariel. "It is time for some 'finny fu'."
"What?!" Sora uneasily braces himself for whatever is in store.

Time to teach you some of my new moves.
Just pay close attention and stick to my grooves.
You will have plenty of faces to wreck.
I learned all these moves from watching
Shrek.

Fish kick. Fish punch.
Throw brick. Now for lunch.
Fish chop. Fish fight.
P0wn shop. Pasta might.

I've got the voice of Dion and the mad skillz of Rocky,
so don't go putting me down, ya disc jockey!
To all who get ideas, you better start to run,
before I give you a whole new brand of finny fun.

Break his hands. Smash his face.
Kick his can. Show him disgrace.
Fish style. Fill him with doom.
Take him to trial. Hit him with a broom.

I'm the teacher and you are my student,
so you should know that I am really prudent.
We assert superiority any way we can
to defeat the evil forces of man.

Do a butterfly flutter. Cut him up like butter.
Eat him up whole. Do a barrel roll.
Fish punching. Fish chopping.
Fool munching. They be dropping.

Now it comes to this, the final chapter.
You've got the ferocity of a raptor.
You will definitely make your lover's day.
As for that other friend, you can hit him with a sleigh.

Fish kicking, punching and pose.
It's hot, so take off some clothes.
Give it a twist, then a shove.
Now a kiss, and then make love.

A panting and sweating Sora stops right there in his tracks. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! I got what I came here for, lady! I almost lost my virginity once this week already! I'm outta here!"

Outside Ariel's Grotto, the rest of the Gaang are playing Parcheezi to pass the time. Sora emerges from the grotto to meet up with them.
"Oh hey, Sora," greets Goofy. "Didja learn what you needed to learn?"
"Sure did, Goofy!" enthusiastically replies Sora, having decided not to tell them about his near sexual encounter with Ariel. "I learned all sorts of mad fighting skillz! Check this out!"
Sora starts roundhouse kicking (how do you do that with a fish tail?) around the area, making wild, shrieking vocalizations for emphasis. Shortly after, King Triton floats towards Sora.
"I say there, Sora! Do you know the times?"
Sora, without looking, kicks Triton square in the mouth, knocking a few of his teeth out. Sora discovers what he's done and sees Triton gripping his mouth in pain. Sora looks around frantically for a solution.
"Uh... uh... Donald! Lightning 3 attack!"
Donald, on the same mindset as Sora, is quick to raise his staff and cast a spell. "Eiwob xonnel!"
A bolt of lightning strikes King Triton, reducing him to a smoking, charred corpse. Sora stares at Triton's body long enough to confirm that he is truly dead. He leans toward his Gaangmates and whispers. "Guys, let's get out of here."
"Good plan," agrees Buzz.
Sora and the Gaang dash hastily off the scene as a great white shark, a mako shark, and a hammerhead shark promptly appear to graphically devour King Triton's dead body.

At the Undersea Gorge, the "hub" of Atlantica, Sora and Gaang catch their breath and comtemplate their situation.
"Oh, man," Sora says hopelessly. "How are we gonna tell Ariel that we killed her dad?"
"Here's an idea," Donald declares. "Let's not tell her about it and just go back to finding and/or beating up The King Mickey. And by 'or', I mean another 'and'."
"That would be the logical course of action," says Buzz. "But you're forgetting one obstacle: the Gummi Ship's still sunk."
"I've got an idea!" announces Scrooge.
"And I've got a brain tumor," Sora mutters to himself, plugging his ears.
"Let's get some more money!"
Sora unplugs his ears. "Has he stopped talking yet?"
"Actually, that's not such a bad idea..."
Sora is incredulous. "What?!Please tell me you just acting OOC!"
"No, think about it, Sora. What better way to heal emotional scars than by throwing money around?"
Sora has to admit that idea has some merit. "Hmm, great idea. Except for one problem: how are we supposed to get that kind of money?"
After a few seconds of deep thought, the little light bulb implanted into Sora's brain lights up.
"Yeah... I know! I gotta believe!"
Buzz feels the need to question him on that. "Does that even mean anything?"
Sora gives off a frustrated sigh, unable to really answer that question. "Never mind. Just come with me."

On the surface of the ocean stands a big rock coated with cheap, worthless stuff such as bent forks and smoking pipes. Scuttle, the overseer of this establishment, stands lethargically by his goods, trying not to fall asleep amidst the slow business of his market. The silence is broken by the surfacing of Sora and the Gaang in front of the market. Scuttle snaps out of his boredom and reacts enthusiastically to the appearance of potential customers.
"Finally, I made a friend!! Err, I mean, I have a customer! If I had a fish head for every time I had one of those, I'd only have half a fish head! What kind of stuff can I sell you today?" Scuttle searches through his inventory and picks up a discarded bobbin, holding it up for his clients to see. "How about this magical 'massagimabobber'? Oh, so beautiful, so rare, it makes you just want to hurl!"
As if Scuttle unintentionally beckoned them, a flock of smaller seagulls flap down to Scuttle's level and try to get at the bobbin, all the while barking out an annoying "Mine!" throughout the assault. Scuttle agressively swats at the seagulls in an attempt to fend them off, dropping his precious bobbin in the process.
"Get back, you little rats with wings! It's my expensive stuff! It's not yours! I need this STUFF to SELL for MONEY!"
Sora picks up those key words in Scuttle's speech and becomes eager. "Great! Stuff! If we sell enough of this 'stuff', we'll get enough money to heal Ariel's emotional wounds."
As Sora approaches Scuttle, the seagulls fly away, leaving Scuttle huffing heavily. "Scuttle, can I sell this stuff with you?"
Scuttle looks over Sora's person and decides that the boy has a marketable physique, which should serve to attract customers. "All right, fine. I could use some sex appeal to reel in the jerks, anyhow."
Sora pumps his fists with joy. "Oh boy! Once this is over, I'll be swimming around with a pocketful of shells! See you after work, guys."
Sora climbs onto Scuttle's market while the rest of the Gaang submerge themselves and go off to do their own thing.

===Scuttle's Rap===
Now that Sora has situated himself near the market, Scuttle digs through his inventory.

I sell this stuff to pay off my bills.
I don't go makin' mountains out of anthills.
So find your own style that's true-blue for you.
And don't forget the turtles when you do.
Scuttle picks up a dented bottle cap.

By digging my way through all this crap,
I found this klingbon to use as a cap.
This oh-so-human thing is so very divine,
I'm willing to sell it for only 3.99!
A small sky-blue fish emerges in front of the market. His speech is marred by a distracting lisp.

Now lithten up thtraight, y'all chicken legth.
I'd like a piethe o' Thwith toatht with thcrambled eggth
and a thide o' hash brown, make it ekthtra-crithpy.
And while you're at it, make my voithe leth lithpy!

Scuttle shakes his fist and talks down on the lisping fish.

You fool! This ain't no restaurant!
Tell you what, why don't ya swim to Vermont?!
That way, you can swim in maple syrup,
and while you're at it, choke on a turnip!

Scuttle takes a ripe turnip from his inventory and chucks it at the fish, forcing him to go under. Scuttle then picks up a severed skunk's tail from the inventory. A foul aroma still surrounds it.

Now what we have here is a real stinker.
You can use it as a real stain shrinker.
Who d'ya think will buy it? Who could it be?
This thing is gonna sell for 5.93!
A sophisticated catfish wearing a monocle emerges.

Your rhymes, though quite intricate,
promote values that are cheaper than Easter chocolate.
This is the worst rap I've heard by far.
I give it a negative one-and-a-half star.

Scuttle doesn't take this intrusion well.

Do you mind?! I'm trying to sell stuff here!
My profits aren't enough to last me a year!
So to you, I'm gonna say "Au revoir".
I'm gonna hit you with this here pickled egg jar!

Scuttle takes a glass jar full of pickled eggs and chucks it at the catfish, forcing him to go under. Finally, Scuttle picks up a sheet of paper, which has Ariel's signature at the bottom.

I have a last resort, just so you know.
I have the deed to Ariel's Grotto!
The ownership of this is so very nice,
I'm gonna let the next jerk name the price!

A coelacanth emerges.

I'm a representative of Glue, Inc.
Just so you know, we look pretty in pink.
For a million clams, we want to buy from you
that deed as to make a factory of glue.

Scuttle's eyes gleam with greed.

That's the best deal in my whole life!
Now I can forget about my worries and my strife!
Trust me, you will not regret this!
Thank you for making my life a bliss!
As Scuttle and the coelacanth trade money and the deed, Scuttle turns to Sora with a smile. "Sora, thanks to you, I've made a bundle! Here! Take half the profits! You earned it!"
"Wow!" says Sora, amazed by the ease of his job. "I didn't even have to do anything! Thanks a lot!"

Sora, cradling 500,000 clams in his arms, returns to the underwaters to meet up with the rest of the Gaang, once again playing Parcheezi. Buzz looks up to Sora. "So how much did you get?"
Sora holds out the clams for the others to see. "Check it out: 500,000 clams!"
"Wow!" Goofy exclaims. "500,000 buckaroonis?! That's enough to emotionally heal two people!"
"C'mon, everyone!" says Sora. "Let's go find Ariel and make her filthy rich."

Sora and Gaang, under the assumption that Ariel is still at her grotto, swim over to that general area.
"Hey, Ariel, I got a... whoa."
Sora and Gaang stop and find that Ariel's Grotto has been replaced by a Gehry-esque, smog-producing glue factory depositing barrels of glue onto the ocean floor. Distraught, Ariel can only stare horrifically. Sora rushes to Ariel's side, attempting to reassure her.
"Listen. It was all Scuttle's fault. He was the one who sold the deed to your Grotto, so if you want someone to piledrive, Scuttle's your man, and I promise that I had nothing to do with-"
Fighting back tears, Ariel swims away to the direction of Scuttle's market without a word. Disappointed with himself, Sora drops the huge amount of clams and slumps over.
"What a mess. I guess I'm not as good as talking to girls as I thought I was."
"Yup. You're pretty much a corn dog," Scrooge bluntly states.
"Gee. Thanks a lot, Scrooge."
"Dinner again."
Sora begins to swim in the direction of the Gummi Ship. "C'mon guys. Let's head back to the Gummi Ship. Dunno how we're gonna get the water out, but-"
Sora stops to find that a timid-looking royal gramma carrying a small, battery-operated television is standing right in his path.
"Aw, cool!" Sora says delightedly. "A random fish with a television! This oughta solve our problems. Hey, is your name Dewey?"
"No," the gramma responds.
"Because I'm gonna call ya Dewey Ex Machinima!"
The gramma tries to object. "But... that's not my name. It's Gu-"
"Yeah, whatever. It's Dewey Ex Machinima from now on," Sora interrupts.
"If you insist," Dewey says, sighing with depression. "Oh, my life blows. Jacques."
A tiny, suspiciously French-looking cleaner shrimp comes out of hiding from behind Dewey. Dewey holds out the TV in front of him, allowing Jacques to press a button on it. Crackling video static appears on the screen. A moment later, the Gaang is met with a close-up of two cardboard cutouts of anorexic supermodels, a certain crab's mouth superimposed over theirs as a happy-go-lively tune plays in the background.
"Love dat Sebastian!" the supermodels say in a voice that is obviously Sebastian's own voice in falsetto.
The TV Dinner-style music continues as a small, Jamaican pitchcrab, Sebastian, pushes his shopping cart down the aisle of a supermarket. The shelves are filled to the brim with foodstuffs bearing his cartoony visage. Sebastian waves merrily in time to the music.
"New and improved Sebastian brand foodstuffs! Now with 100% imitation crab meat, so dis time it isn't poisonous to anybody!"
"That we know of," an off-screen voice adds quickly.
"Let's go to our blind taste test," Sebastian continues.
The commercial cuts to an anonymous merman, gagged and blindfolded, tied to a chair, squirming and struggling. On the table before him is a package labelled "BRAND X". A superimposed title reads "NOT AN ACTOR". Sebastian looks upon the scene with pity.
"Ooh, dis one's tense. Irritable. Outta sorts." Sebastian wags a claw condensatingly. "He's been using Brand X! But with new and improved Sebastian brand..."
The camera pans to a blindfolded merman, sitting perfectly still in his chair, grinning widely as sparkles surround his head.
"...it's a smile every time!"
The commercial cuts to an idyllic, pastoral coral field, where Sebastian now looms. On a picnic blanket before him are two sexually-uninterested, lethargic-looking stonefish, one male, one female.
"And de world smiles with you!" says Sebastian. "Irresistable... and oh-so-kissable!"
Sebastian grabs the two stonefish by their heads, forcing them into each other for an unwanted kiss. The Gaang looks on with a puzzled look as Sebastian's promo continues.
"I know what you're thinking. Where can I buy dese fine, fine products? Well, dat's de gimmick, folks! I have nowhere to sell 'em, so I'm throwing dem out in random spots in de ocean for all to buy!"
The commercial cuts back to the supermarket aisle, where Sebastian resumes pushing a shopping cart.
"Now on your grocer's shelf. Or on de ground! Wherevah you find it first. So remembah, eat Sebastian's foodstuffs, and put on a happy face!"
Sebastian gives the camera a big, juicy wink before the cleaner shrimp turns the miniature TV off. Sora has only a second to process what he just saw before a small cardboard box bearing Sebastian's face hits his head, tossed by a grumpy-looking orange octopus in an apron.
"Would anyone care to explain to me how this is relevant to any of our problems?" asks Buzz.
Scrooge begins to dance in place. "What a wonderful day to bake a cake! A cake we will bake and we'll do it with a rake!"
"Anyone besides Scrooge?"
"Naw, I think Scrooge has a point," says Goofy. "A cake will probably make Ariel feel a little better about her house being taken away."
"Oh yeah, what a great idea," says Sora sarcastically. "We can ruin her life and her figure on the same day. Now if only we could find where Sebastian is."
Sora looks to Dewey for answers. "Don't look at me. I'm just a plot device."
Dewey and Jacques swim away, leaving Sora to think for himself. The little light bulb implanted into Sora's brain lights up.
"Yeah... I know! I gotta believe!"
"All right, you're gonna have to explain that to us," Donald inquires.
Sora still doesn't quite has the answers himself. "Uh... how about not."

Sora and Gaang make their way to King Triton's chamber, which now acts as Sebastian's refinery floor for his unique brand of foodstuffs. Sebastian watches over all of his mindless drones like a middle-class manager as they, in this order, take anything that looks remotely edible, coat it with a thin layering of bat guano (apparently the special ingredient), put the individual foodthings in boxes, and give the boxes to hapless cronies to toss about randomly.
"Keep it coming, boys! More food, more guano, more money!" Sebastian yells to his employees.
Sora creeps towards Sebastian, who looks quite busy as it is. Sebastian jolts around and glares at Sora, looking quite piffed. "What?!"
Sora, taken aback by Sebastian's hostile demeanor, becomes meek under his glare. "Oh, um, sorry to have bothered you, but I kinda need to make a cake for-"
"You're takin' time outta my scehedule for a cake?" Sebastian says impatiently. "Well, whatevah. Let's just get dis ovahwith, because you're cutting into my siesta time."
"Whoa, that was quick," says Sora. "But anyway, let's get started!"
The rest of the Gaang take this as their cue to leave the factory.

===Sebastian's Rap===
People think I cannot cook 'cuz I'm a crab,
but dey don't know what I do in my lab.
Just check out dese bangahs! No wire hangahs!
We'll turn dat body from fab into flab.

Let's put some caviar into de bowl.
De unborn fetuses give it soul.
Next, we're gonna put in some flouah.
Sugars and starches give it some powah.

I'm gonna tell you dis, I'm not gonna lie:
Bakin' cake is easiah while eatin' some rye.
Let us not mutter. Clean up de clutter,
'cause now it's time to add in de butter!

Now we're gonna preheat the stove.
Betcha didn't know, my favorite color's mauve!
For now, we're gonna put in de cake
and leave it inside de oven to bake.

For sitting around I am not paid.
To save up on time, I had one premade.
Take out de scabs and de fake crabs.
Let's see that jerk put THAT on our tabs.

De scabs go here, de crabs go there,
and de bat guano goes everywhere.
De bat guano gives it dat special taste.
I give it to you all, tastes bettah than paste.

Sora pokes Sebastians shoulder with an uncertain look on his face. "Hey, um, Sebastian, the fake crabs in my cake don't smell very... fake."
"What d'ya mean? Lemme smell dat." Sebastian goes over to Sora's cake and takes a whiff at it. He suddenly becomes horrified and sickened.
"MOM!"
"Uh-oh..."

The Gaang sit outside Sebastian's factory playing (you guessed it) Parcheezi. Buzz makes his move. "Your turn, fogey," he says to Scrooge.
Scrooge makes a turn. "Your turn, pancake," he says back to Buzz.
Goofy hears the sound of Sora screaming from inside Sebastian's factory. Sure enough, he sees Sora swimming for his life from the facility.
"Hey look, it's Sora! Hey, Sora! How's challenges?"
Sora dashes past the Gaang at high speed, heeding no word to Goofy's polite greeting. His sheer velocity is enough to send everyone spinning in place four or five times. Scrooge raises his arms into the air.
"Wheeeee!"
Sora rushes a short distance further before he rams himself into Ariel at the Undersea Gorge. Sora embarrassedly peels his head out of Ariel's bosom to come face-to-face with her infuriated visage.
"Uh... hello, Ariel," he says abashedly.
Ariel slaps Sora, hard, across the face, leaving a large, red, hand-shaped mark on his cheek. The rest of the Gaang finally catch up to Sora in time to see this occur.
"I'm guessing you didn't deserve that one?" asks Buzz.
"Nah, I deserved that one," replies Sora.
"You sold... my... house!" Ariel fumes.
Scuttle, wearing a fish bowl over his head, swims down to everyone else's level, looking just as piffed as Ariel is.
"Ariel here sued me out of my hard-earned money, and now I'm gonna be two years behind my rent, and it's all your fault for ratting me out!"
Donald swims forward to defend Sora. "So Sora made a couple of mistakes! Cut him some slack! It's not like anyone got hurt! Physically, that is."
Sebastian swims over to the others, looking the most furious of all. "You served my muddah and my two bruddahs in a guano-covered cake!! I was gonna blackmail 'em for food supplies!"
"Never mind," Donald mutters as Ariel, Scuttle and Sebastian advance on Sora.
"I should've known better than to lull every male outsider into my world!"
"Let's lynch the tar outta 'im!"
"Yeah, go for his tiny tail!"
Sora backs up and gives himself some room. "Why does this always happen to me?!"

===All Masters Rap===
Ariel nears Sora to deal with him through fisticuffs.

I'm a homeless bum, and it's because of you!
Now I won't be able to get that new tattoo!

Kick, punch, chop, and the fight!
Give me pasta power, give me pasta might!
If I had a bigger stomach, I'd eat you whole!
But for now, I'll just do a barrel roll!

Sora, having learned the same moves from Ariel herself, easily retaliates.

Brick, lunch, shop, and the might!
I'm the Keybearer of the Light!
Like a butterfly I will flutter!
Now I smooth you up like butter!

Sora "finny fu"s Ariel until she stops thinking conscious thoughts. With Ariel out of commission, Scuttle comes in to confront Sora with a broken bottle.

I just got sued right outta my ass!
I'm gonna hit you know with this bottle o' glass!

This bottle o' glass that I got right here
came all the way, I say, from Zaire,
but since you sued me out of a job,
I'm gonna violate you, yes, real macabre!

Sora, having aided Scuttle in selling his junk, is well aware of his low tolerance to criticism.

That piece o' glass ain't all that nice.
That thing ain't gonna sell for any price.
You're the worst salesman I've met so far.
I give your mad skillz a total of one star!

Sora snatches Scuttle's glass bottle and smashes it against his fish bowl, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Scuttle, being an air creature, grabs his throat and floats to the surface, leaving Sebastian to take over, holding two steak knives.

You cooked my family and my friends!
I'm gonna shove dese knives right up your ends!

Now dat we tenderized de teenagah,
it's time to slice up de little buggah.
Let's cut 'im up before he goes on de run!
Would ya like him rare, medium, or well done?

Sora goes on to display the newfound knowledge of cooking that Sebastian gave him.

I cooked your moms, and I can cook up you!
I can serve you right up in witch's brew
with a little good side of hash'n brown!
I serve you back to Hoboken, so get down!

Sora takes Sebastian's steak knives and impales him with both of them. When all of his past masters have been defeated, Ursula appears out of nowhere to do in impromptu rap.

You think you defeated me? I laugh at your face!
Of all that is skinniness I'll leave no trace!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
who's the fattest one of them all?
Why, that would be yours truly, that's me!
Moss grows thick on the north of a tree!

Sora, having bested all his teachers, lays down what he has learned.

Ursula, you just don't understand
how to get a good man. Lemme lend you a hand
'Cuz you're so fat, you oughta be dead.
The girls really want someone with a face and head.
That way you'll have someone to hug ya n' kiss ya.
Take that from me, your number-one teachah!

And I am out!

Sora and the others swim towards the Gummi Ship, leaving Ursula utterly defeated.
"Well I sure learned a lot today," says Sora. "I learned finny fu, how to sell useless stuff and how to make guano dishes all on the same day! This is sure to win over Kairi!"
"But I thought you said that the ladies wanted people with faces and heads," remarks Goofy, having remembered Sora's rap.
"Yeah, well... shut up, Goofy."
"Aww..."
Just then, a large Keyhole-shaped glow radiates on Triton's castle. Sora's Keyblade takes a life of its own and points at the castle, firing off a small ray of light. The Keyhole disappears with a bright flash.
"I suppose we should get going," Sora decides. "I can't wait to serve The King Mickey soon."

The Gaang swim to where their Gummi Ship sank. However, they find that the Gummi Ship is missing.
"Hey, where'd the Gummi Ship go?" Sora asks.
"Come to think of it, where's Scrooge?" Goofy adds.
Just as the others discover that Scrooge is missing, the Gummi Ship hovers down to their level from above. It turns towards the Gaang to reveal that Scrooge is in the seat eating salami. "Eating salami in the mornin' mornin'!"
Sora shivers, trying his best not to throttle anybody. "Two things. One: who left the Ship unlocked? And two... how the hell did Scrooge get that thing flying?!"
"Simple, my little turduckens!" responds Scrooge triumphantly. "I found the drain in the floor, removed the plug and let all the water out! Elementary, my dear Flatson!"
"Y'know, I'm really glad that Scrooge is on the team," says Buzz in a tone that makes it difficult to determine whether he's being sarcastic or genuine.
"Seashells seashells by the Seashell Four!" replies Scrooge.
Sora, however, won't stand for any of this. "No! I'm not gonna hear this! I can't risk getting yet another ulcer! Someone just shove Scrooge in the broom closet and let me at the wheel!"
Sora and the others swim to the Gummi Ship. Sora swings open the door and lets gallons of water in, but due to the physics-warping powers of Scrooge's senility, the Ship doesn't sink. As the Gaang boards and prepares to leave, a clownfish and a regal tang, Marlin and Dory, swim towards the Gummi Ship in a hurry. Marlin calls out to them urgently.
"Wait! Hold on! You gotta help me find my son!"
Buzz peaks his head out from the Gummi Ship window. "Sorry! Can't help you! Only one adventure per world!"
The Gummi Ship turns up at a 90-degree angle and blasts off, leaving the fish and the world behind. Marlin turns to Dory, trying not to scream. "I'm gonna be stuck with you forever, aren't I?"
"How did we get out here in the middle of the ocean?" Dory asks.
Marlin drearily swims towards a rock wall and bangs his head against it in unfathomable frustration, sickened by his apparent fate as Dory wonders how they can breath underwater.