(Or "Here's my number, so Call Me, Wavy?")
"WELL, THE LAST TIME YOU REMEMBER, ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE HAD JUST SPENT PART OF THEIR FIRST DAY ON THE CRUISE IN THE BEAUTIFUL ON-DECK POOL…but Boris and Natasha nearly caught them, leaving Rocky slightly nervous, even as he and Bullwinkle lounged about within the hot tub nearest the pool."
(*steel drum instrumental version of the theme song plays in background*)
"I love this cruise and everything…" Rocky spoke, taking a sip of an appletini. "But I can't shake the feeling we're being watched right now.."
"Nonsense, Rock—" Bullwinkle drank from his own appletini. "Ooh, these appletinis are the best! Rock, you're probably stressed out. It's no problem! Leave all that ails ya' back on dry land, Y'know?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Rocky replied.
"Imma go dry off and maybe hit the arcade." Bullwinkle spoke, walking over to the locker room.
"Cool." Rocky replied, drinking the rest of his appletini. "I'm gettin' a little buzz now that I think about it…"
"ROCKY CONTINUED TO RELAX IN THE HOT TUB WHILE BULLWINKLE PULLED OUT A TOWEL AND TIED IT OVER HIS ANTLERS. SUDDENLY, HE REALIZED HE HAD COMPANY IN THAT LOCKER ROOM…"
"DAAGH!" He exclaimed, dropping his towel, then quickly picking it back up.
"Allow me to eentroduce myself, de name is—" Boris searched around for something that could be a suitable alias, he happened to view a chimichanga on a plate in the dining area. "—JIMMY CHANGA, CAPTAIN OF THE S.S. TOM! Dis ees my co-Captain, Marina T. Rench--"
"Dey say I cahn go all de vay down, dollink..." Natasha's voice got sensually lower, she briefly touched Bullwinkle's chin.
"--And YU, are our MEELIONTH customer, so ve'd like to geeve yu dis all-access pass to cruise's slot machines!" Boris replied.
"Free gamblin'?! Didn't we do this story already?" Bullwinkle asked. "In Vegas?"
"Yes, but this time ees on cruise so ees deeferent!" Natasha replied, whispering in Bullwinkle's ear.
"Well hot DOG!" Bullwinkle exclaimed.
"BULLWINKLE RAN DOWN TO THE SHIP'S CASINO AREA, BUT ROCKY JUST SO HAPPENED TO NOTICE THIS TRICKERY AND GOT OUT OF THE HOT TUB, APPROACHING THE DISGUISED BORIS AND NATASHA."
"Now wait just a minute, who do you think you—AAGH!" Rocky exclaimed, before Natasha drugged the poor squirrel with chloroform and placed a bag over his head.
"WHILE BULLWINKLE WAS OBLIVIOUS, ROCKY HAD BEEN TIED UP TO A CHAIR, WHICH IN TURN WAS ATTACHED TO AN ANCHOR."
"You'll never fulfill your evil plot!" Rocky exclaimed.
"I'm preety certain I have." Boris shoved a piece of cotton in Rocky's mouth. "WEIGH DE ANCHOR!" Boris hollered to Natasha.
"NATASHA SHOVED THE ROPE OFF DECK AND IT TOOK THE TIED AND GAGGED ROCKY INTO THE OCEAN BELOW. ROCKY COULD BARELY BREATHE AS HE WAS SENT DEEPER AND DEEPER INTO THE WATER, UNTIL HE STOPPED."
"BENEATH DE' OCEAN,
BENEATH DE' OCEAN!" A crab and a chorus of other fish started singing.
"Song ees commotion,
plot nuh in motion,
BENEATH DE' OCEAN!"
"BLLLLBGHBGHBGLLBGH!!" Rocky screamed at his underwater torture, but only bubbles came from his mouth.
"OH SHOOT! ROCKY'S ABOUT TO SLEEP WITH THE FISHES IN A VERY LITERAL MANNER! WILL HE ESCAPE THIS WATERY GRAVE?! WILL BULLWINKLE HELP HIM OUT OF THIS PREDICAMENT?! FIND OUT AFTER THIS SHORT BREAK, FOR "Johnny Depth" OR "I'm not Shore!"!"
