The scene: Under the Pacific, where Doktor Zymm’s yuuuge RV rolls across the ocean floor. Inside, the DFOers are as yet unaware of their underwater journey, as they descend the stairs from the RV’s upper level.

Doktor Zymm: I must zay…a mazzage ist just vat I needed. I did not realize how tense I vas.

Pirate Sloth: Arr, I think I’ll be takin’s a dip in ye olde hot tub, if ye don’t mind.

Horatio Cornblower (riding on Moosemas Gorilla’s shoulder): No problem. Moosemas Gorilla and I can take over driving for awhile.

Doktor Zymm: Vas? Horatio, ve have talked about zis…

Horatio Cornblower: Relax, Zymm. It’s not like he’s Ezekiel Elliot. Besides, we have the auto-pilot, remember?

Doktor Zymm: Vell, all right…but you two behave. No monkeying around!

Moosemas Gorilla (offended): Ook!

Horatio Cornblower: Uncool, Zymm. You know he hates that.

Doktor Zymm (walking off): Fine, fine. Everyone else gets to make ze funnies, but I make vone little joke…

Moosemas Gorilla: Ook-ook.

Horatio Cornblower: I know. But she is a brilliant scientist.

Moosemas Gorilla: Ook?

Horatio Cornblower: Yup. First in her class at Miskatonic University.

Cut to: Pirate Sloth, in his pirate-themed swimming trunks, settling into the hot tub.

Pirate Sloth: Arr, that be relaxin’ after…

Pirate Sloth frown. He moves around trying to get comfortable. Finally he reaches down, searches around, and pulls up Otto’s Brain.

Pirate Sloth: Arr…

Otto’s Brain (angry): You sat on me.

Pirate Sloth: Arr, my apologies, Otto. I did not know ye were in here.

Otto’s Brain: Oh, sure. You guys just run off and leave the brain-guy in the tub. I could’ve boiled!

Doktor Zymm (walking up): Oh, don’t be zo dramatic, Otto. Your globe is heatproof.

Otto’s Brain: Really?

Doktor Zymm: Oh, ja. Short of, perhaps, dropping you in a volcano or…

Pirate Sloth (looking at Otto’s Brain): Arr?

Otto’s Brain (to Pirate Sloth): Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

Pirate Sloth (scrabbling out of the hot tub, still holding Otto’s Brain): Aye! I’m thinkin’ thar be a blowtorch somewhere in the galley!

Otto’s Brain: Let’s test this sucker out!

Doktor Zymm (watching them go): Ach, boys vill be boys…

Cut to: Moosemas Gorilla, sitting in the driver’s seat, Horatio Cornblower still on his shoulder. They are looking out the front windshield.

Moosemas Gorilla: Ook?

Horatio Cornblower: Yeah, it is dark out there. Hey, uh…car?

RV Auto Pilot: Affirmative.

Horatio Cornblower: Great. Um…do we need lights?

RV Auto Pilot: Negative. Sensors are fully operational.

Horatio Cornblower: Okay, good to know.

Horatio Cornblower and Moosemas Gorilla attempt to peer through the darkness. Something silver flashes by.

Moosemas Gorilla: Ook-ook?

Horatio Cornblower: That is weird. Hey…car? How about turning on the lights anyway?

RV Auto Pilot: Affirmative.

The multiple headlights turn on, illuminating the immediate area in front of the RV.

Moosemas Gorilla: Ook…

Horatio Cornblower: It sure looks wet out…

Out of the deep, dark blue a mako shark darts into view and swims past the RV.

Horatio Cornblower: Well that’s not right…

Moosemas Gorilla: Ook-ook! Ook!

Horatio Cornblower: No, I don’t think it’s a sharknado. Those don’t really exist.

Moosemas Gorilla points as a school of bluefin tuna swim by in the headlights.

Moosemas Gorilla: Ook!

Horatio Cornblower: Well, see, that just proves my point. There’s no way you’d find tuna in a sharknado. Hey, car, how about turning on the high beams?

RV Auto Pilot: Affirmative.

The high beams come on, lighting up a wide swath of the sea floor.

Horatio Cornblower: Huh. Um, Zymm… Zymm…?

Doktor Zymm: Ja, ja, Horatio, vat iz it?

Horatio Cornblower (pointing out the front window): Umm…

Doktor Zymm (staring out the windshield): Vell, zat ist not right. Vere are ve?

RV Auto Pilot: Current location: 26 degrees north, 141 degrees west.

Horatio Cornblower: So that puts us…

Doktor Zymm: In ze Pazific Ocean.

Horatio Cornblower: Car…are you trying to kill us, or is this just the world’s worst detour?

RV Auto Pilot: Negative. Destination: Hawaii.

Horatio Cornblower: Oh. Well, that explains…nothing.

RV Auto Pilot: Alert. Oxygen levels at 23%.

Doktor Zymm: Vas…?

RV Auto Pilot: Alert. Oxygen levels at 18%.

Moosemas Gorilla: Ook!

Horatio Cornblower: Should we start panicking now, or save that for later?

Suddenly Otto’s Brain rolls in, long trails of smoke billowing behind.

Otto’s Brain: Hey, Zymm! You’re right….I didn’t feel a thing!

Pirate Sloth (following Otto’s Brain in, butane blowtorch in hand): Arr, do ye be wantin’ to test the deep fryer now, Otto?

Doktor Zymm: Nein! No more fire! Ve need to conzerve our oxygen.

Horatio Cornblower (pointing at the ocean floor): Seems like we took the scenic route.

Pirate Sloth: Arr…

Otto’s Brain: Crap! We’re gonna drown, aren’t we?

Doktor Zymm: You cannot drown, Otto. You are in a zelf-contained, nigh invulnerable biosystem.

Otto’s Brain (calming down): Really? Cool! I mean, I’ll miss you guys and all, but…

Doktor Zymm: No vone is drowning. Car, can ve surface?

RV Auto Pilot: Affirmative.

Horatio Cornblower: I vote we do that!

Moosemas Gorilla: Ook-ook!

Doktor Zymm (holding up a finger): Ja. Make it zo.

Otto’s Brain: Picarding, Zymm? Really?

Everyone Else: Shut up, Otto!

To be continued…