Calypso, Salty, and their new friend Daeya returned to the small section of beach where they had left the other two crewmates. Fortunately for the hungry Toons, Pig In A Blanket and the Naval Orange had started a fire and were getting dinner ready. "Hey guys, we're back!" The blue duck shouted.

The orange monkey had been in the middle of sticking a cream pie over the fire when he heard the familiar voice. Turning around, he nearly flung himself backwards into the fire when he saw the other two were accompanied by a new deer. "What the heck is going on here? I think I see a ghost! Oh, Cog! Do I have Ocean Madness?" the simian cried out.

"Ey, calm down matey. Tis ain't no vision of the mind. This just be a washed-up sailor like us, harr harr!" Salty staggered over and took a seat in the sand, ignoring everything else. "Mmm, smells like this be fresh. Although, think I could really go for some Piano Tuna. Y'all reckon there be any around this land?"

"No Piano Tuna, unfortunately. At least not that I've found. At best there are some scrawny Clown Fish or All Star Fish. Nothing that's going to fill your bellies, for sure." Daeya stood off, still anxious about joining the others around the fire. "I'd recommend hunting for food on the island. Less likely to waste your time that way."

The pink pig scratched her head. "Wait, are you saying you guys found another Toon just laying around? Isn't that a bit concerning? That means someone else has gotten stuck here and hasn't been able to escape. Are we doomed?"

Contemplating everything, the blue duck tried to calm down the swine. "Just hold on a second, Blanket. We don't know the whole story. Besides, there are four of us compared to only one of her when she was here alone. That's more power we can use to build a better ship."

"Ain't worry about the ship right now. We need ta fill our bellies and get this lass some rest. Looks like she ain't got a proper nights sleep in a fortnight." The old blue dog could feel his stomach grumbling with hunger. "Would still like ta hear yer story Miss Daeya, if it ain't too much trouble."

"Well if you insist. Was really not too different than what happened to you folks I'd imagine." Feeling slightly more comfortable, the maroon deer walked and sat down next to everybody. While the weather was tropical and warm, something about the fire was relaxing and rejuvenating for the exhausted fawn. "T'was the boatswain for the ship The Majestic Investigator. We were a relatively small crew of twenty-eight who went searching for the "Ship-Shop-Shape." About two weeks in some weird stuff started happening and the crew started going crazy."

The Naval Orange stood up, eyes nearly bulging from his head. "Wha-what! Did you say going crazy? Do you think…" He cut his own words off as the haunting images returned to his mind.

Calypso stuck his foot into the ground and began tracing nothing. "It sounds like it, man." Pausing, he looked over to Daeya. "Wait, did you ever run across the ship?"

"Nah, couldn't find the bloody thing. Once the first few started going bananas, we started turning around. One night however, the helmsman started acting all wacky – and not in a good way. Started screaming and locked himself in the steering chambers. Started taking the ship all'over the place. We couldn't break the door down 'til it was too late. The mad Toon steered us directly into a giant archipelago, caused the ship to start sinking. The rest of us who hadn't gone crazy started jumpin' ship and takin' what we could. Only had one lifeboat and had to six nine of us inside. Not sure what happened to everyone else, assume they're probably sittin' at the bottom of the sea. Real sad, a lot of them had families too."

"That sounds exactly what happened to us though!" Pig In A Blanket exclaimed, horrified. "Does that mean that we're destined to become like them? I don't want to scoop my eyes out!"

Daeya looked over confused at the mention of the eyes. Salty just shook his head and tried his best to maintain a calm in the storm. "Alright, alright. Enough of that fear speakin'. None of us gonna get the Ocean Madness. If'n it was gonna happen, ya best believe we'd all be talkin' crazy right now." Standing up and walking to the edge of the beach, the blue dog rubbed his chin. "Now, there'd be an important thing we'd hadn't considered. It doesn't appear that they ever encountered the missing crew, however we did."

Calypso looked to Daeya and nodded. "Oh yeah, I guess we didn't tell you that yet. We actually found the Ship-Shop-Shape… Er, well what was left of it. It was actually right after that when things started to go downhill."

"Goodness, that all sounds like a nightmare if I hadn't lived through it myself. Although, don't speak too soon about not being affected. I got to this island with eight others, and I'm the only one left. Others either wandered off or went crazy too. Already been here for more days that I can remember. I'd be joining the rest if I hadn't found you guys."

"Wait, hold on – back up a second there. The others went crazy too? Does that mean they're still possibly alive here?" The Naval Orange inquired. "Should we be worried…?"

The pig began shivering. "Hey, I don't know if we should have this fire going. What if it just attracts someone who comes and attacks us?"

Both Pig and Naval began digging dirt and tossing it onto the fire in an effort to extinguish it. "Woah, just stop!" Calypso yelled out, surprised by his own ability to project his voice. "We all just need to move on from all of that. What's done is done. Nothing is coming to attack us. We need to focus on surviving and for now that means finding food and building a ship. Okay?"

"Alright, alright. No need to get angry. We're all just worried is all." The chimp squeaked out. "So, we have enough supplies to get five Toons through about three days. I think tomorrow we should all set out and start looking for supplies in groups again. One can stay here and fish, and the other two go out for wood, and food. We can start making a ship better equipped to handle the waters here. Maybe if we're lucky we'll make it home."

Quentin barely made a sound as he squeaked through the front door of his extravagant abode. It was nearly eleven at night when he finally arrived back. He had sat in the graveyard for nearly an hour, simply collecting his thoughts and doing his best to comprehend everything. This entire time, he had never known his greatest enemy had a son – one who seemed to be a carbon copy of his enemy. A yipping from his doodle Watchamacallit stirred the household alive a bit, as Crayon entered the living room in her fuzzy robe. Yawning she walked over and wiped some dried cream from Quentin's face. "Finally made it home. Did you stop by Toonfest or something? You look like a mess."

Usually ready with a quip, today Quentin found himself unable to speak. The talkative cat's tongue had been pierced by an untasteful truth. "Crayon, I have some bad news…"

"Hmm, bad news? I don't hear that from you very often. Let me get a wet towel for you and we can talk about it. You smell pretty bad." A few minutes later, the black cat returned with a warm towel and handed it to her spouse. "Clean yourself off and tell me what's going on."

"Well, I went to the graveyard. You know, to make sure Anti was truly dead?" Quentin jumped up onto a bar stool and began rubbing his face, feeling the immediate relief of cleanliness.

Crayon rolled her eyes. "We're still on that? So what did you find out?"

Quentin rolled up the towel and tossed it aside. "Anti is definitely dead."

"I could have told you that and saved you the time of going. So, is that the bad news? Seems like you should be pretty happy."

"Crayon, Anti has a son!" Quentin shouted tepidly, causing a ripple effect through the room that even the doodle could feel. "He has a son… and they look exactly the same."

The younger cat took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, yawning. "Alright? I guess that's not super surprising. Toons have kids all the time. Is that the bad news?"

Quentin stood up and began pacing back and forth. "You're not understanding what I'm saying Crayon, he has a son. An identical looking, sounding, and acting son. The little bastard even splatted me with one of those rotten pies!"

"Ah, so that explains that…" Crayon nodded and walked over to the fridge. Opening it, she pulled out a fancy looking bottle of fruit juice and snagged two glasses from the counter. Sitting down next to her agonized husband, she pulled the top off the bottle and poured two fizzy drinks. "So, how old is he anyways? Can't be much older than a teenager, right?"

"Seventeen, I think. Certainly not much older than that. The crazy thing is, I couldn't tell them apart if I tried. I guess he's the one whose been terrorizing my shoot. Certainly not what I was execting. Dense Dense Dense Rabbit. What a fitting name for a moron like him."

Taking a sip of her drink, the more mature feline was lost in thought. "Quentin, you're talking about a kid, you know. I mean, he's like half our age. He probably doesn't know any better, just what his troll father taught him. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if that rabbit's final decree was for his son to troll you at any time possible. Maybe you should try talking to him and be a more mature adult about things."

Quentin nearly fell from his seat at the suggestion. "Be mature, with him? Do you see what he did to me? He hit me with a pie!"

"You dug up his dad's grave. You're making a movie where his father looks like a complete fool. I know how you feel about Anti, and believe me I don't like him either, but you have to look at it from his son's perspective. All he knows is this famous director is making fun of his dad years after his death. It isn't the greatest look, and to be fair if someone did this to Aunt Rainbow or Aunt Val, I'd be pretty miffed too, you know." Crayon's words cut deep into her husband's ego. Quentin knew she was right but didn't want to admit it.

"I mean, that is still no reason to show up on set and destroy things…" Quentin mewed out pathetically, knowing he had no argument. "Anyways, what is talking to him going to accomplish? I wouldn't even know how to get in touch with him. Where would we meet at? What would I say?"

Pointing to the glass and instructing Tarintoono to drink, Crayon closed her eyes and laced her fingers together. "Just pretend you're talking to one of your actors. Have a heart to heart and just be honest about your history together. Maybe you can apologize." Crayon rolled her eyes once again as Quentin cringed at the idea. "You don't have to mean it… Just do it to get things over with. Then maybe he'll stop harassing you."

Biting his lip, Quentin rolled the flap of skin back and forth between his teeth. "What if I just had him arrested by the Rangers? That'd get the trick done."

"I'm sure that'd look good. Plus, you'd have to tell them you broke into a cemetery and dug up a corpse. Maybe we should just skip that…" Crayon responded sarcastically.

"Ugh, fine. I guess I can try. I still don't know where exactly I'm going to find that little dork at. He could be anywhere!"

Finishing her drink, the black cat stood up and wrapped her arms around her husband. Resting her head on his shoulder, the feline purred gently and rubbed Quentin's back. "You're smart when you're not being an idiot. He's a kid, he's likely in school. I'm sure you could probably find his record at Toontown Central's records. After shooting tomorrow just head down and ask someone. Or just wait, he'll probably show up to annoy you again, that could also work."

Quentin knew he couldn't argue with his wife. While he was an artistic genius, he could be quite a dolt in other aspects of life, his obsessive personality not allowing him to give up control or power to anything usually, except for Crayon. "Alright. But if he hits me with another pie I'm going to put him in the movie as the idiot's son, got it?" Downing his entire drink in one fell swoop, the director grinned and stretched. "Anyways, I guess I should get some sleep. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. Hopefully we can actually get some of the film done and get back on schedule."

Getting The Melville from its normal landing spot in Donald's Dock down to the oceanside has proven to be more difficult than imagined for Captain Scurvy. Since their retirement, they had rarely taken the boat out at all, usually preferring to take a smaller dinghy when going out on the waters. The dark blue cat was excited, yet nervous about their next adventure. Last time they didn't have the company of their best friend, but the realization of what they were doing, and the stakes it entailed were massive. Melville and Mariner were the first two others awake and helping to get things packed. Most of the Toons had came and stayed the night on the ship so they would all be ready in the morning, yet most were still stuck in sleeping habits that didn't wake them up at five in the morning. "Aye, can't say I'm not going to miss the beautiful mornin' sunlight mateys. Tis a thing of a miracle ta this old scallywag." Scurvy watched the multiple colored sky as it hit sunrise. "Toontown be a wonderful sight. Just hope that we all get to see it again."

"I'm sure we'll be fine, sweetie. You just need to have your coffee, it'll calm those nerves." The brown horse who towered over the feline, bent down and planted a kiss on the old cat's forehead. "I think someone should go wake up the rest of the crew so they can enjoy the beautiful morning sky… and it would be nice getting some help. These crates are heavy. We're both old, we shouldn't be doing all this."

"I thought I saw Edmund leave to go somewhere this morning…" Mariner went into a thoughtful pose. "I think he mentioned something last night about needing to grab a book or something, so he'll likely be back soon. He's the whole reason we're going. Well, I mean besides Calypso."

As the trio conversed, a speck of brown appeared in the distance, and soon became bigger. "Ahoy, mateys! Permission to board?" As if on schedule, a familiar face was soon onboarding the ship sure as rain. "Sorry everyone, I thought you'd all still be asleep. Had to slip home and grab something." Looking around, Edmund was surprised to not see any of his other friends. "Where's John, Cross, and everyone else?"

"Sleepin' like barnacles on a rock, I be guessin'. Was actually about to go'n wake em all up." Investigating the book in Edmund's hand, Scurvy pointed to the object and scrunched their face. "What ya bringin' there Edmund? Looks real nice like."

"Ah, this? It's actually a copy of Calypso's book. You know, the one about us? I wanted to re-read it while we were out. I was feeling kind of nostalgic and all that." Edmund scratched his head, embarrassed.

A fifth voice eventually came and joined the group. "Morning, everyone. Sorry I'm a tad late. My alarm croc didn't go off on time." John B. meandered over and yawned. "Looks like you guys got most of the work done. Ain't going to be much for the rest for me to help with."

Melville chuckled. "Eh, your old bones probably need the rest too, buddy. Really we should have Horsenado and his friend helping out. They're both strapping young lads. Where do you reckon they are?"

"I'm not sure, but I think they were working out pretty hard last night, so they're probably exhausted." Mariner chimed in. "I saw Horsenado heading out onto the deck last night from his room and he was drenched in sweat. Guy must really like exercising or something. I don't know, maybe he couldn't sleep. Sometimes when I can't sleep I like to go for a walk or a run to wear myself out."

"Er, anyways. I don't mind finishing up with John if the rest of you need to take a break. I don't want to be like Cross and laze around too much. We'll have plenty of time for that on the journey." Edmund smiled and put his book down.

About an hour passed, eventually the rest of the crew woke up and came to join the party. The remainder of the equipment and supplies had been onboarded and the crew assigned their roles. "Ain't gonna be quite the same without Calypso here, however we be just fine 'til we find him. Was able to get some record of where the ship was headed from the Ranger's office. Looks like we be headin' latitude forty-eight degrees, longitude nine degrees." Everybody except Melville stood confused, not understanding a single word their Captain had said. "We be headed southwest."

Melville chuckled and patted Horsenado on the back. "Don't worry. You're just here to make us some delicious meals, no need to worry about any of the nautical stuff."

"So, do you guys already have a note-taker? If so, I could do that on top of my other duties." Cotton Candy Cutie was energetic and excited to help. "I do a lot of administrative stuff running the club, so this should be pretty easy."

"That's a great idea. I wouldn't know where to begin with that." Southern Cross – who was in charge of basic maintenance sniffed. "Everything looks pretty good so I think I better head to my cabin and get some more sleep. Don't want to be too tired in case an emergency strikes. Let me know when lunch is ready." The cream colored mouse began high-tailing it to her room when she was stopped by Horsenado.

The red horse put on a sarcastic grin, knowing just how to tease his friend. "Ah, now that you mention it, I'm pretty sure that the oven was acting up. It wasn't turning on and I'm not really sure why. I thought maybe it was because I unplugged it, but I think I'll need some expertise on this. Come on down with me, could you?"

The cream mouse stuck her tongue out and mumbled. "Ugh, but I'll remember this you rapscallion." The horse led his companion along to the kitchen.

"I guess I'll head up to the lookout tower. Should be a pretty cold day so I'm gonna bring myself a blanket. Don't keep breakfast too long, a croc needs to warm his gullet sometime."

"So, it sounds like we're all locked and ready to go. Thanks again everybody for doing this. I really can't show my appreciation enough." Edmund teared up as he was surrounded by his friends, reaching his hand out and patting John on the back as the green gator began ascending the tower.

Mariner kept himself composed and smiled. "Man, we all want to save Calypso. We wouldn't leave a friend behind. Not you, not Calypso… not even Cross. Well, maybe Cross…" The rest of the group chuckled. "Anyways, I guess the rest of us should get to our positions. Once we're out on the sea things should be pretty good, I reckon. How long do you think it'll take us Captain?"

Scurvy whipped out their map and ran a finger over the flimsy paper. "Aye, would say about three hours or so. Probably right around time ta eat, wouldn't ya say? We're comin' for ya Calypso, just gotta hold on tight matey!"