Quentin was unable to convince his lovely wife to accompany him on his quest to prove that Anti wasn't actually dead. There were no other possibilities that he could think of other than that somehow through pure spite, the yellow rabbit had resuscitated himself and was returning to his normal means of trolling. Armed with a mighty shovel, the director waited until after dark to ensure that there would be as few other Toons at the graveyard as possible. Fortunately for him, the attendant at the gate was an idiot, and likely wouldn't question his motives. As the black cat approached the front gate, a yellow pig scurried outside of his small office and began prying open the steel fencing. "Good evening, sir. You're here late, you do know we close in twenty minutes, right?"

Without as much as a feigned care, Quentin shrugged. "I'll do what I need to do, you just sit there and look pretty. I have important matters to attend to." Lugging the garden tool over his shoulder, the feline crossed paths with the confused swine, who was grateful to just head back inside and continue watching TV. Trudging into the muddy paths and half-trimmed grass of the graveyard, Quentin snickered. "How poor and worthless one must be to end up here." Quentin had purchased a grave plot for himself and Crayon in the more elite areas of the cemetery, where the likes of Flippy Doggenbottom and Smitty Werberjagermanjensen III rested peacefully.

"Hmm. Antoine, Anthony… Ah here we go. Anti." The multi-colored corpse's gravestone was easily identifiable through its lack of flowers or other mementos. Nobody cared to visit the mostly hated rabbit. Quentin knew surely that people would visit his grave several times a day, if not more. "Welp, here we go…" He wouldn't admit it, but the black cat was terrified to find out the truth. In the back of his mind, he knew there was no possibility that Anti was alive, but what if he was? His skin crawled as he kicked the shovel's blade into the damp dirt. The minutes passed eerily as he launched piles of dirt and grass over his shoulder. It just made him wonder how it was possible somebody could escape here. Had Anti really died? Was it all an elaborate prank? Even in death, Anti had to make Quentin's life a living Hell. A little under an hour later, the director finally hit paydirt as his shovel blade clanged off of something, alerting him that he had been successful. Throwing the shovel out of the hole he had dug himself into, the cat decided to handle the rest with his own hands. Dirtying his pure white gloves, Quentin dropped to his knees on top of the coffin and began wiping away the last bits of dirt and muck on top of the basic wooden coffin. "Heh, wood. My coffin will be made from diamonds. A loser in life and death, Anti." Even when confidently comparing himself to his foe, he still felt the icy grip of fear on his normally cold heart. This was the moment of truth; he would finally know what he didn't ever want to believe.

With a deep breath, Quentin released the clasps on the side of the coffin and closed his eyes. Counting down in his mind, the beleaguered cat made one swift motion and ripped the top open to reveal… An absolutely terrifying stench. Inside of the coffin was the remains and bones of what appeared to be a large rabbit… "Geez, that smells awful." Quentin had to plug his nose to avoid vomiting. His own eyes could not deceive him. This was certainly the master troll, his greatest enemy – Anti. He was assuredly dead. Taking out his whisper device, the director muttered to himself. "Haha, see. Ha – he's definitely dead. You're just imagining things, Quentin." Snapping a picture as a reminder, the black cat shut the coffin and took a breath of somewhat fresher air. "Figures you'd smell awful even in death."

Readying himself to climb out of the hole, Quentin turned around and felt a large pile of dirt descend upon his head and into his nose and mouth. "You'll never truly kill me, Quentin!" A voice boomed out overhead as another batch of the disgusting material dropped onto him. Clearing his face and spitting out the dirt, Quentin looked up to see a shovel, seemingly moving on its own, pushing dirt piles down back into the grave.

The voice sounded intensely familiar, but how could it be? He had just confirmed Anti's dead body with his own eyes. He had photographic evidence! Who was this? He needed to know. Looking for a grip to return to the surface, every time Quentin clenched a piece of the earth, it quickly crumbled, dropping him back down. The pile of dirt beneath him was causing a steep enough hill that the cat would be able to reach up and make his escape. One last attack from his faceless foe had sent him tumbling backwards in. "Hey, this is a six-thousand jellybean shirt! You'll be paying for my dry-cleaning!"

"I'll pee on your grave before I ever give you a cent, loser!" A sniveling, whiny voice cried back. The shovel was then tossed down, narrowly avoiding clonking Quentin's noggin. Using the tool as a vault, Quentin was able to lift himself from the half-filled grave and circled around, looking for what or who was the cause of this attack. Wiping dirt from his eyes and adjusting his hat, Quentin eventually noticed a long-legged figure sprinting away at the edges of the darkness.

"You mother…" The black cat hissed as he made his chase. Tossing the shovel aside, the furious feline ran with a ferocity unseen of most Toons. A blood-rage had replaced the dirt in his eyes, and all the cat could think about was sending Anti back to a grave. The director's speed was ridiculous. Taking strides almost the length of his own body each step, Quentin could see himself gaining ground on the mysterious figure. "Get back here so I can destroy you, Anti!"

Quentin didn't realize how exhausting it was to chase a corpse. This seemed like a brilliant idea for his movie though… Maybe the main antagonist and the hero could have a chase scene through a graveyard. Maybe turn it into a drama-comedy about a serial killer. Wait, this was no time to think! Every breath became sharp and painful as the cat's lungs were pushed to their absolute limit. "You'll never catch m-!" The fleeing fiends' voice cut off as a smashing sound emanated through the air. The idiot had not been paying attention and stumbled into the path of an enormous tree. Lying on the ground, groaning in pain, they could no longer escape.

With a renewed energy, Quentin kicked into overdrive and made the final sprint. The attacker's body was coming more into view… and the cat could not believe it. Just several yards away, he had a clear vision of the idiot who had taunted him. Sure enough it was a tall, fat yellow rabbit with large periwinkle legs. It was almost a carbon-copy of Anti. This had to be the costume from the set. It was perfect. "Aha, I knew it was you. Thought you could torture me because of how I treated you on set? Just know that you'll never work in cinema again, you idiot! Actors are truly morons, sometimes." Kneeling next to the faux-bunny, Quentin chuckled and reached for the face. "This mask is absolutely ugly, let's just go ahead and remove this." The black cat's fingers grabbed the flabs of the rabbit's cheek and began tugging as hard as he could. No matter how he tried, the resistance was palpable. "Argh, how is this thing on so tight!"

"Ow! That hurts! You're pulling my face you idiot!" The rabbit's hand went up and slapped towards Quentin's. Shuffling around on the ground, the hare managed to get himself turned around to better face his adversary. Kicking himself away, the rabbit breathed heavily as he rubbed his face. "Ugh, who puts a giant tree in the middle of a graveyard?"

"Oh, shut up. I knew I couldn't trust you the second I hired you for this role. Never know with you Old World Toons. I never believed you'd try and pull off something this ridiculous though. I gotta say, you really got into character though. Hmm, maybe I should keep you on…" Quentin went back and forth with himself in his accusations and appreciations for the actor. "So, tell me why you thought this was a good idea?"

The rabbit scowled at him and shook his head sarcastically. "Dad was right, you are a total moron. I don't know who you think I am, but I would never work for someone like you. You're lucky I dropped my rotten-mayo pies when I was fleeing. I was totally going to cream you back there!" Dusting himself off, the Anti-clone sneered. "I'm not telling you anything else though. Now, you better let me go, or you're going to pay!"

"Yeah, and next you're going to tell me that…" The words the rabbit said finally set off a lightbulb in Quentin's brain. "Wait, did you say… dad? What are you talking about?"

"Er, nothing!" The hare flung himself up and began escaping, before foolishly sprinting right back into the same tree he had plunged into just minutes ago. Dropping to the ground in agony, the rabbit's ears twitched, and his fists pounded the ground. "Stupid tree!"

Quentin's mind was too caught off guard to make fun of the other Toon. "Wait, who are you? Why did you say dad? I demand you tell me! I am Quentin Tarintoono, and you will tell me who you are!"

The black cat didn't expect what happened next. Just seconds after his declaration, a disgusting texture splatted his face. The horrible smell of rotten mayonnaise – almost as bad as the corpse of his foe – permeated his nose. From the slits of openness in the cream, he could see the rabbit stand up. The imitator put his hands on his hips and yelled proudly. "My name is Dense Dense Dense Rabbit! You will remember that name and perish, Mr, Quentin!" Flinging himself into the darkness, the rabbit sped off with the speed of a Roadster into the night.

"Wait a minute… This couldn't be real, could it?" Wiping the remnants of the prank from his face, it was all becoming very clear… and very terrifying to think about. His mind had gone blank, and all the director could do was stand up and slowly trudge his way back home. After all he had confirmed the death of his greatest enemy… and had realized a brand new one…

The crew getting back together (sans Calypso) proved to be even more of an experience than everybody had imagined. Edmund had finally shown up about twenty minutes after the phone call and was met with wild excitement. Horsenado had the brilliant idea of turning off all of the lights and hiding behind tables and in the kitchen. They wanted to really surprise the brown dog when he arrived. The moment finally came when a knock was heard on the door. Everybody stifled their laughter as they remained silent. "Hello, is there anybody here?" A voice called from outside. Eventually the lanky Toon entered the building and stared into the darkness. Did everybody actually start heading over to his house, or was this some kind of prank? Looking around the establishment, Edmund scratched his head and frowned. "Hey, if you guys are here, I'm not messing around. I'm gonna accidentally knock one of you on the head if you jump out and scare me!"

All of the remaining crew paid no meaning to the idle threat, and almost perfectly in sync, everybody jumped out with the lights exploding on. "Welcome home, Edmund!" They shouted out in near unison. Mariner flew out from underneath a table and gave his best friend a bear hug. "Didn't think we'd ever see you again, buddy. Where have you been? We were worried!"

"Aye, can't be missing one of the crew without expecting us ta worry, matey." Scurvy added. Heading over to the bar area, the blue cat grabbed a glass and poured Edmund a frosty soda. "Drink up, its on the house."

"Hey, I didn't agree to this!" Horsenado joked, causing an uproar of laughter.

Edmund who had started off a bit uneasy, couldn't help but grin at the hijinks. "Thanks everybody. It's just been a rough few days or so. Ever since Calypso went missing, I've been a bit fixated on that and I guess I didn't realize where the time went."

John who had taken Scurvy's lead to grab himself a drink, chugged down an entire glass of root beer in one swig, before slamming the glass down on the table, shaking himself off. "Hey man, no need to bring the mood down. We're all depressed about Calypso, but what can we do except hope and wait for the best?"

"I mean, we could go after him ourselves…" Cross said sarcastically, sitting back at the table and nibbling on her seventh slice of pizza.

"That's actually what I've been fixated on…" Edmund admitted, taking a seat at the table and plating himself some of the famous Horsenado pie. "I mean, he is a big reason that any of us are where we are now. Without his book, none of us would have become rich and famous. I feel like we owe him. I've been trying to find a crew who would be willing to try and set sail immediately… Unfortunately, when I tell them where we're going nobody will agree anymore. It's been difficult and the rejections have been eating at me."

Southern Cross scowled and slapped her hand down on the wooden table. "Well, no duh! I wasn't being serious when I said that. Why would anybody risk their lives when they've heard about everything that's happened!"

Cotton Candy Cutie, who had been sitting confused the whole time, raised his hand. "Sorry, I don't mean to butt in, but why don't you guys all go? You seem like you have a pretty good camaraderie, and experience together. Who better to go save their friend?"

"T'aint a bad idea, Cotton Candy Cutie. Although, I don't think ye be understanding the destitute task t'would be takin' to do so. Almost be a death wish based on everything that be happenin' lately." Scurvy mentioned sadly. They wanted as badly as anybody to save Calypso, but knew the massive undertaking it would be.

"Yeah, but that didn't stop Calypso! He went out and was willing to lose everything to go help find that other crew! Why can't we do the same? It isn't like we're a bunch of know-nothings going out on a dinghy. We are experienced, and have everything we need." Mariner could feel the pressure to stick up for Edmund. "I mean, I understand how terrifying it is, but at the same time isn't it a bit exhilarating? Getting back on the open sea? Plus it would be cool to see us in a sequel…"

Edmund nodded. "I had thought about asking you guys, but I didn't want to put that pressure on you. Besides, I couldn't forgive myself if anything happened to someone because of me."

The cream mouse looked around scatterbrained. "I can't believe what I'm hearing. Did you guys not hear the news? How many ships have gone missing?"

"Hey, to be fair, how many ships had discovered the Old World we visited? None before us. No reason we couldn't do it again. I'm all in!" Horsenado clapped his hands and pumped his fists excitedly.

"I guess I would make four of us." John chimed in. "Ain't nothing an old man like me has to do around here now anyways. My son and grandchildren are going to be off for a few weeks anyways. Might as well get some quality time in with my other family!"

Melville elbowed the other older Toon and laughed. "You're just looking to get more of this pizza, aren't you?" The horse winked at the crocodile and they both laughed. Looking to Scurvy, his attitude changed to more of a serious tone. "Well honey, this is completely up to you. I'm going to be by your side either way. I will say, if it wasn't for Calypso and everybody, I likely would never have seen you again. I do feel a bit of a debt, but I also would never ask you to do such a thing."

The blue captain stroked their chin and thought about things. The call to adventure was practically screaming in their ear. They had been lacking a bit since they had returned home and taken on their new life. Besides, they would have the crew back together, and they would be doing so for unselfish reasons as well. "I'll do it if everyone else be joinin'."

"Well, I mean that is basically just me then, right?" Crossing her arms, Cross rolled her eyes. "Putting me right on the spot, aren't you?" Tapping her fingers quickly on the table, the rodent gave in and accepted her seemingly beleaguered fate. "Fine, I guess I can go. But after this, I'm never taking a life-risking cruise with you guys again. Next time we are on a boat, it better be to somewhere tropical and beautiful!"

Cotton Candy Cutie once again rose his hand. "Would it be okay if I came with as well? I don't know if I know a lot about being a shiphand, and I have never really been out on the water… but I feel like I can fit a quota of a blue Toon, and I am somewhat good at other things. Anyways, since my club is currently under construction in the next few weeks, I won't have much to do. Wouldn't mind spending it with some wonderful new friends!"

Edmund teared up seeing everybody coming together, especially the horse who had absolutely no reason to care about him or Calypso. "We're bringing Calypso home to see his son!" Putting his hand in the middle. He was joined by a group of multi-colored hands who once again joined in unison. "For Calypso!" They all yelled. Everything was confirmed. In just a few days, the group would be out on the high seas and hopefully with enough luck they would be returning home with a blue duck in hand.