(When we last left off, Lt. Joseph Skimble had made his way to the island where all our other characters live... and was introducing himself, but has another question to ask the toms already on the island...)

POUNCE: Can we go now?

MATT: NO, NOT THAT!

SKIMBLE: Say, I wonder if any of you know a French planter named de Munk?

TUGGER: Emile de Munk? I think he's the tom lives on top of that hill. Do you know him?

SKIMBLE: No, but I'm going to.

(Bloody Grizzy follows Skimble, trying to sell him some of her souvenirs...and he asks her where she got them, and she tells them she got them from Bali Ha'i, and begins to sing...)

JULIE: And Munkustrap, I know you got Mistoffolees to fix your cell phone. I sure hope for your sake you turned it off!

MUNKU: But what if my agent calls?!

(Juliet draws her claws, and Munk quickly turns off his cell phone.)

GRIZ: (sings)

Most cats live on a lonely island

Lost in the middle of a foggy sea

Most cats long for another island

One where they know they would like to be...

Bali Ha'i may call you

Any night, any day

In your heart, you'll hear it call you

"Come away, come away"

POUNCE: Well, Bali Ha'i better not call collect!

GRIZ: (hisses at Pouncival and continues)

Bali Ha'i will whisper

On the wind, of the sea

"Here am I, your special island

Come to me, come to me."

Your own special hopes

Your own special dreams

Bloom on the hillside

And shine in the streams...

TUMBLE: So we can find our own hopes and dreams on this island?

CET: I guess if we go there we won't have to do any more parodies!

GRIZ: If you try, you'll find me

Where the sky meets the sea,

"Here am I, your special island,

Come to me, come to me."

Bali Ha'i!

Bali Ha'i!

Bali Ha'i!

Some day, you'll see me,

Floatin' in the sunshine,

My head stickin' out

From a low-flyin' cloud

You'll hear me call you

Singin' through the sunshine

Sweet and clear as can be,

"Come to me,

Here am I,

Come to me..."

If you try, you'll find me

Where the sky meets the sea

"Here am I, your special island,

Come to me, come to me"

Bali Ha'i,

Bali Ha'i,

Bali Ha'i!

MUNKU: Oh, great song. Can I turn my cell phone back on now?

JULIE: (hisses at Munkustrap)

(So anyway, Tugger Billis tries to get Lt. Skimble to get a boat so they can go to Bali Ha'i, but it doesn't work. Soon enough, two commanding officers show up, and Bloody Grizzy stands in front of her kiosk. These two toms are "Iron Belly", Captain Bustett, and his executive officer, Commander Rumpuson.)

POUNCE: IRON BELLY?! HA! More like "Lard Belly"!

BUSTOPHER: GRRRR!

TUMBLE: Come now, Pounce, that's no way to treat a *HA!* commanding officer!

(Anyhow, they are a bit miffed about the Seabees paying the natives to make the souvenirs, not to mention the fact that Tugger Billis is a bit of a smart-aleck, so they make everyone move their merchandise past Navy property. Lt. Skimble knocks over Bloody Grizzy's stand, but she doesn't care. The other Seabees leave, with only Bustett, Rumpuson, and Skimble remaining.)

BUSTOPHER: Lieutenant, who are you, anyway?

SKIMBLE: I'm Lieutenant Joseph Skimble, sir. I just flew in on that PBY.

BUSTOPHER: A joy ride?

POUNCE: With Matt directing? No ride--no joy!

SKIMBLE: No, sir. Orders.

BUSTOPHER: A Marine under orders to me?

SKIMBLE: Yes, sir.

BUSTOPHER: I'm Captain Bustett.

SKIMBLE: How do you do, sir?

BUSTOPHER: This is Commander Rumpuson, my Executive Officer.

(Anyhow, after the hellos and handshakes, Lt. Skimble explains why he's there... for a coast watch. He would go to Japanese-occupied islands and send signals as their boats went out, taking the Japanese by surprise, and he wants to tap Emile de Munk for help. Meanwhile, elsewhere, the Seabees have their own problems. They're working on a stage for an upcoming show, but that's the last thing on Tugger Billis's mind...)

TUGGER: Did you tell those toms at the shop to stop making those grass skirts?

PLATO: Sure, they just turned out one of these. (hands Tugger something that looks like a rock.) What do you think of it?

TUGGER: That don't look like a dried up human head. It looks like an old orange painted with shoe polish!

PLATO: That's what it is.

TUGGER: Go back to the shop and tell them to try again. If I order a dried up human head, I want a human head...DRIED UP!

JEM: EWWWWWWW!

PLATO: But...

TUGGER: Fade. Here he comes...(Lt. Skimble enters) Don't change your expression, Lieutenant. Just act like we're talking casual. I got the boat.

SKIMBLE: What boat?!

TUGGER: Keep walking down the company street...

GUS: (sings) I play it the company way!

MATT: WRONG SONG! WRONG SHOW! Well, at least he said something involving the word "company"... maybe that hearing aid's battery still has some juice in it.

TUGGER: (continues) Keep your voice down. I signed out a boat in your name. We're shoving off for Bali Ha'i in forty-five minutes.

SKIMBLE: NO WE'RE NOT. I've got to see Captain Bustett.

TUGGER: Lieutenant! What are you doing to me? I signed this boat out in your name.

SKIMBLE: THen you're just the tom to go back and cancel it. Forget the whole thing. Okay?

TUGGER: Lieutenant, you and me are going on a boat trip whether you like it or not.

(he takes the orange and throws it offstage. It hits Munkustrap on the head. Fortunately, these next two lines are scripted, but something tells me they're not acting...)

MUNKU: HEY! WHO THE HECK THREW THAT!

TUGGER: I THREW IT! What are you gonna do about it? (struts offstage, but what he says here isn't in the script)...You spoiled, egotistical, gray and silver son of a...

MUNKU: Don't throw things at me, you balloon-headed furball!

TUGGER: IT WAS IN THE SCRIPT! I WAS SUPPOSED TO THROW IT!

MUNKU: But you weren't supposed to hit me!

TUGGER: *HISSSSSS*

MUNKU: *HISSSSSSS*

BOMB: Guys! Cool off! Let's go to the next scene, before someone does something they'll regret!

POUNCE: We already have done something we regret. We said we'd do this parody.

(We go inside the Island Commander's office, where Bustett, Rumpuson, and Skimble are discussing strategy and Emile de Munk...)

BUSTOPHER: Skimble, we've got some dope on your Frenchtom. (reads a paper) Marie Louise Island... moved down here sixteen years ago...lived with a Polynesian queen for about five years...two kittens by her. She died...here's one thing we've got to clear up. Seems he left France in a hurry. Killed a tom. What do you think of that?

SKIMBLE: Might be a handy tom to have around.

(A phone rings. Munkustrap quickly answers his cell phone, thinking it's his agent, but it turns out to be the prop phone onstage. He sheepishly puts his cell phone away. Needless to say, on stage, Bustett answers the phone and finds out that Demmie Forbush is waiting for him. She comes inside...and after some small talk, comes the questioning.)

BUSTOPHER: About a week ago, you had lunch with a French planter, Emile de Munk.

DEM: Yes, sir.

BUSTOPHER: What do you know about him?

DEM: Well, I, er...what do I know about him?

BUSTOPHER: That's right.

DEM: I...we...met at the Officers' Club dance. He was there and I met him. Then I had lunch with him that day...

BUSTOPHER: Yes! Now, what kind of a tom is he?

DEM: He's very nice...he's kind...he's attractive. I, er, I just don't know what you want to know, sir.

RUMPUS CAT: Miss Forbush, Captain Bustett wants to know, did you discuss politics?

DEM: No, sir.

POUNCE: MUNKUSTRAP? Discussing POLITICS?! HA! The only thing he's concerned about now is if his agent got him any good parts!

BUSTOPHER: Would you have discussed politics, Commander?

(Eventually they get Demmie to sort of "spy" on Emile so she can tell them his background.)

ALL: THE PLOT THICKENS!

VERONI: And the HTML break becons...

TUGGER: And that was almost a rhyme.