Part 19: Throw Me The Book
Alright you fat bastard, you and I have to have a little talk.
A civilised discussion if you will.
About my foot and your ass. And their impending collision.
And the possible consequences and ramifications of such a meeting.
Hey, aren't you supposed to be in jail?
Not now. I'm busy.
Yes, but I broke out.
Ha ha. That's a good one. Walt would've chewed you to bits.
you don't scare me with your 'muscles' and your 'towering size' and your 'gun'.
Look behind you, a three-headed monkey!
This man could single assedly feed africa.
And what's this tube fo... oh... oh god.
Ah, here we go.
Now if I could just reach over his gigantic bulbous posterior...
Oh come on. It's going to take a little more than removing his book to bring him out of his food induced coma.
I know, a little cheap irony should take care of this.
I may need to visit my local mountaineering store before I can scale such a peak as this.
This is going to take some serious grace, finesse, and shameless ripping off of movies...
Now's my chance!
Wait a minute... I've seen this somewhere before... Surely.
Yes, I remember, and then that giant bould...
Oh shit the bed is cracking! Runaway!
Damn, that was a close one.
Now that that's over with, it's onto my perfect plan.
Phase one, use trickery and deceit to lure her into my domain.
Aren't you Guybrush Threepwood?
No, my name is Kate Capsize. You must have me confused with someone else.
Kate, eh. That's an unusual name. Perhaps you have some identification?
My ID is on my ship. Wait here while I go and get it.
And now, phase two.
Paw through her garbage...
...And then seduce her.
Thanks for letting me out of there! You'll have to excuse me if I don't stick around.
I think it went pretty well.
Guess I'll be needing this back.
Might as well check on the ol' rap sheet while I'm here.
For the murder of G.P LeChuck...
Also the use of witchcraft on one Largo LaGrande...
The thievery of clothing and medically prescribed hair supplements for such witchcraft...
Larceny without a permit...
Exceeding FDA limit for rodent parts in a vichyssoise...
Premature entombment of a non-dead individual...
Vandalising a historican miniature...
Impersonating a woman to evade prosecution...
Two count of unauthorised exiting from a penal institution...
Possesion of library books not checked out to oneself...
and Releasing a dangerous reptile into a populated area.
Also wanted for questioning regarding the disappearance of prescription eyeware.
Reward offered for information leading to the suspects apprehension.
Damn, I've gotta start writing this down...
That's better. Now then, what was it I was doing again?
Oh yeah... I forgot about that book the voodoo lady gave me...
Plot alert, feel free to skip.
This is fascinating! It says here there were four pirates: Rapp Scallion (The cook)... Young lindy (The cabin boy)... Mister Rogers (The first mate)... And captain --good heavens--, Captain Marley.
They buried their treasure along with plenty of booby traps on a place believed to be called Inky Island. They made a map which they divided into four pieces, each taking one.
Rapp Scallion later opened the steamin' weenie hut on Scabb Island. It was a huge success but fell into disrepair when Rapp died in a flash fire.
Young Lindy drifted aimlessly down on his luck until he mysteriously came into money while panhandling on Booty Island. He used the cash to bankroll an advertising firm which failed after its gross mishandling of the Gangrene n' Honey account.
Mister Rogers retired off the coast of Phatt Island. He marketing homemade contest brewed in a bathtub until his recent disappearance.
Captain Marley vanished while sailing in the Americas cup race. His boat was leading at the time.
Alright, so one map piece is on Scabb with a Mr. Rapp Scallion, one is on Phatt with Mister Rogers, one must be with Elaine, and the last is in the boutique on booty.