Rocky opened a single bloodshot eye.
The seagulls were gone, all that remained was a calm, black ocean and a cloudy night sky with only stars to illuminate the way.
He felt too tired to move, Max had finally finished singing "999,000 cans of Beer on the wall" and had passed out like a drunkard after Happy Hour. Only Sam, bless his heart, had managed to stay awake, still rowing with a sleeping Bullwinkle next to him.
"Y'know squirrel?" Sam whispered to Rocky, trying to keep the boat extra steady for the little squirrel's sensitive stomach. "You're not half bad."
Rocky smiled before closing his eye and going back to sleep.
Perhaps this adventure wouldn't be as weird as he thought it would.
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After a few more hours of sailing, daybreak came and Sam and Max and Rocky and Bullwinkle had finally reached land. More specifically, somewhere in Da Nang, Vietnam.
"Ooo-HOOOO BOY!" Max exclaimed, excitedly rubbing his little hands together. "Think I know where I'M goin' on this vacation!"
"Not now, chowderhead--" Sam stopped Max.
"We've gotta find some kind of transport now that we're on land..." Rocky spoke, gazing around.
"Hey, how bout there?" Bullwinkle asked, pointing directly at a Vietnamese market.
And so, the four talking, walking animals set off through the market. Eventually, after Max scared the vendor off, Sam, Rocky and Bullwinkle were able to find transport—a motorcycle with a sidecar that was filled to the brim with gas. Sam rode up front with Max clinging to his back like a deranged baby koala, Rocky rode in the sidecar with Bullwinkle.
"It AIN'T MEEE,
IT AIN'T MEE-EEE!" Max exclaimed, belting out "Fortunate Son".
"I AIN'T NO SENATOR'S SOOON,
SON!"
"Max will ya give it a rest?" Rocky exclaimed. "The war here ended like 50 years ago!"
"Hey it's War-O'Clock somewhere my friend!" Max exclaimed, laughing and pretending to fire a machine gun.