>> Flapjack: NOW, WHEN I START RUNNING, YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES AND
COUNT TO 100, AND THEN YOU HAVE TO FIND ME.
>> K'nuckles: OKAY.
>> Flapjack: NO MATTER WHERE I AM.
>> K'nuckles: FINE.
>> Flapjack: NO MATTER HOW SECRET.
>> K'nuckles: FLAPJACK, I'M AN EXPERIENCED ADVENTURER.
I'LL FIND YOU.
>> Flapjack: [ LAUGHS ] >> K'nuckles: LET'S SEE, NOW.
1...2...3.
>> Flapjack: [ Thinking ] I'M READY, CAP'N.
[ Whispering ] FIND ME.
>> K'nuckles: UH, 3.
UH, 3.
UH...1?
>> Flapjack: WELL, HE IS A GREAT ADVENTURER.
HE MUST HAVE GOT BUSY AND FORGOT ABOUT LITTLE JACKERS.
AT LEAST I'VE GOT YOU GUYS.
AND YOU GUYS?
[ GRUNTING ] [ GASPS ]
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ] [ GASPS ]
[ THUD! WHOOSH! ] >> HAVE A LOOK AT THIS.
I CAUGHT HIM PEEPING THROUGH THE SIDE WINDOW.
>> PEEPING?
THEN HE PEEPED OUR PLAN FOR STORMALONG.
>> Flapjack: YOU DIRTY PIRATES WILL NEVER TAKE STORMALONG!
CAP'N K'NUCKLES WILL STOP YOU!
UNLESS HE FORGETS.
[ LAUGHTER ] >> LAUGHTER.
WE'RE NOT PIRATES.
WE'RE...
[ CLEARS THROAT ] ...CENSUS TAKERS.
>> Flapjack: HUH?
>> [ GRUNTS ] [ SWORD UNSHEATHES ]
[ CLANK! ] [ CLANK! ]
>> WE'RE DRESSED AS PIRATES TO MAKE PEOPLE FEEL MORE
COMFORTABLE SO THEY'LL ANSWER OUR QUESTIONS MORE TRUTHFULLY --
QUESTIONS LIKE, "HOW MANY PEOPLE LIVE IN STORMALONG?"
"WHAT DO THEY WEIGH?" "WHAT IS THE AVERAGE INCOME
PER CAPITA?" >> Flapjack: WHO CARES ABOUT
THAT STUFF?
[ ALL GASP ] >> IT IS OUR JOB TO CARE.
MY 100 MEN AND I TRAVEL THE WORLD TAKING THE CENSUS TO MAKE
SURE THAT EVERYONE IS ACCOUNTED FOR AND NO ONE IS FORGOTTEN, NOT
EVEN THE LITTLEST CHILD.
[ DING! ] >> Flapjack: ♪ I WANT TO JOIN
THE CENSUS ♪ >> NO!
OR...YES.
TAKE THESE QUESTIONNAIRES AND THIS PENCIL.
IF YOU CAN ACCOUNT FOR EVERYONE IN STORMALONG, I'LL MAKE YOU A
JUNIOR CENSUS CADET.
>> Bubbie: I AM SO PROUD OF MY LITTLE WORKING MAN.
>> Flapjack: WHERE'S K'NUCKLES?
>> Bubbie: HE'S INSIDE, SUGAR, BUT HE'S ACTING KIND OF...
[ POP! ] >> K'nuckles: 3.
3.
3!
FLAPJACK, I FORGOT ALL ABOUT YOU.
>> Flapjack: IT'S OKAY, CAP'N.
THAT'S WHY THERE'S A CENSUS.
>> K'nuckles: WHAT'S A CENSUS?
>> Flapjack: IT MAKES EVERYONE ACCOUNTED FOR.
>> K'nuckles: I CAN COUNT TO FOUR, FLAPJACK.
I CAN COUNT TO FOUR!
[ SOBBING ] [ CLATTER! ]
>> Flapjack: OH, I JUST WANTED TO TAKE HIS CENSUS.
>> Bubbie: NEVER MIND HIM, CHILD.
TAKE MY CENSUS.
>> Flapjack: OKAY.
[ CLEARS THROAT ] GOOD DAY, MADAM.
>> Bubbie: OH, MY.
>> Flapjack: FIRST NAME -- BUBBIE, LAST NAME -- BUBBIE?
>> Bubbie: YES.
>> Flapjack: MM-HMM, MM-HMM.
AND YOU'RE A WHALE?
>> Bubbie: YES.
>> Flapjack: HMM.
>> Bubbie: YOU'RE DOING GREAT, BABY.
>> Flapjack: SO, YOU'RE THE LARGEST THING IN STORMALONG?
[ CREAK! ] >> Bubbie: BUBBIE'S TIRED, BABY.
>> Flapjack: WELL, I SHOULD GET CRACKING.
THIS TOWN'S GOT TO COME TO ITS "CENSUS."
BARBER-COMMA-DOCTOR?
>> SPEAKING.
>> Flapjack: DO YOU SHARE YOUR HOUSE WITH ANYONE?
>> NO.
>> I BEG YOUR PARDON, HMM?
>> DON'T BE SILLY, MOTHER.
A SOCK DRAWER ISN'T A HOUSE.
>> Flapjack: DO YOU HAVE ANY WEAPONS?
>> JUST MY CARAMEL CANNON.
[ SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH! ] WHOO-HOO-HOO!
[ BOOM! ] [ WHIR! ]
[ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ] [ ALL MUNCHING ]
>> THOSE SAILORS LOVE THEIR CARAMEL.
[ LIGHTHEARTED MUSIC PLAYING ] [ MUSIC CONTINUES ]
[ MUSIC CONTINUES ] [ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ]
>> HEY, THIS CENSUS IS PRETTY GREAT.
>> WE ARE NO LONGER A TOWN OF STRANGERS.
>> IT REMINDED ME I HAD A SON.
>> WE'RE FINALLY ACCOUNTED FOR.
>> Flapjack: [ LAUGHS ] >> EVERYONE EXCEPT THAT GUY.
TAKE THE CENSUS.
GET ACCOUNTED FOR.
[ ALL CHEER ] >> YEAH.
THAT'S WHAT IT'S FOR.
>> WHY DIDN'T YOU DO IT BEFORE?
>> MAYBE HE FORGOT.
>> DON'T MAKE US USE FORCE.
>> Flapjack: COME ON, CAP'N, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
>> K'nuckles: [ GRUNTING ] AAAAAAAAH!
GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!
>> Flapjack: BUT YOU'RE MY FRIEND, AND FRIENDS WANT THEIR
FRIENDS TO BE ACCOUNTED FOR.
>> K'nuckles: REAL FRIENDS DON'T ASK EACH OTHER TO COUNT TO FOUR.
>> Flapjack: WELL, IF YOU DIDN'T WANT TO BE ACCOUNTED FOR,
THEN MAYBE YOU'RE NOT MY FRIEND.
>> K'nuckles: MAYBE I'M NOT.
>> Flapjack: MAYBE I SHOULD LIVE WITH THE CENSUS TAKERS AND BE
HAPPY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE TAKING CENSUSES.
>> K'nuckles: AND COUNTING TO FOUR.
>> Flapjack: MAYBE I WILL.
>> K'nuckles: FINE! GO!
>> Flapjack: [ CRYING ] [ WAILING ]
>> K'nuckles: HMM?
>> GOOD.
WELL DONE, FLAPJACK.
THIS IS GREAT STUFF.
IS THIS EVERYONE IN STORMALONG?
>> Flapjack: YEAH.
>> YOU'RE QUITE CERTAIN YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ANYONE OFF THIS
LIST?
>> K'nuckles: PBHT! PBHT! PBHT!
PBHT! PBHT! PBHT! PBHT! PBHT!
[ POOF! ] >> Flapjack: YES, I'M QUITE
CERTAIN.
THAT'S EVERYONE -- ALL 99 PEOPLE IN STORMALONG.
>> GOOD.
'CAUSE THERE'S 100 OF US AND ONLY 99 OF YOU.
LET'S TAKE OVER STORMALONG.
[ CHEERS ] >> Flapjack: YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT
CENSUS TAKERS?!
>> NOPE.
PIRATES.
>> Flapjack: CENSUS PIRATES?
>> SENSELESS PIRATES.
>> AAH!
>> THE WORST KIND.
[ WHOOSH! ] [ CHEERING ]
ROUND UP THE PEOPLE AND BRING THEM TO ME.
>> AAH!
AAH!
>> LOOKING FOR THIS?
[ STAMMERING ] [ SPLASH! ]
>> [ SCREAMS ] [ CLANK! ]
>> COME WITH ME OR THE OLD LADY GETS BEAT.
>> I'VE NEVER SEEN THAT WOMAN IN MY LIFE.
>> HOLD THEM DOWN.
[ THUD! ] DON'T TRY TO STRUGGLE.
WE'VE GOT YOU OUTNUMBERED BY ONE.
>> LOOKS LIKE YOU FORGOT ALL ABOUT DASHING DANNY.
>> HALF-PINT, TAKE CARE OF HIM.
>> HALF-PINT.
[ BOTH GRUNTING ] [ GULPING ]
>> K'nuckles: I DON'T NEED FLAPJACK.
I'M THE FUN ONE ANYWAY.
WHEE!
[ SQUEAK! ] [ SPLASH! ]
I MISS YOU, BOY.
[ DING! ] OKAY, FLAP, I'LL DO IT.
I'LL LEARN TO COUNT TO FOUR.
[ BOTH GRUNTING ] >> AAAAAH!
>> GOT HIM.
>> WE'VE TAKEN OVER STORMALONG.
[ ALL CHEER ] [ FOOTSTEPS ]
>> WHO'S THIS, THEN?
>> HE'S NOT BEEN ACCOUNTED FOR.
[ ALL GRUNTING ] >> WAIT.
NO, THIS CAN'T BE RIGHT.
>> K'nuckles: I DID IT, FLAPJACK.
I FILLED IT OUT.
>> LET ME SEE THAT.
PBHT!
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO READ OR WRITE.
OR DRAW.
HA.
YOU PROBABLY CAN'T EVEN COUNT TO FOUR.
[ LAUGHTER ] >> K'nuckles: I CAN'T COUNT TO
FOUR, BUT I CAN COUNT TO THREE.
1...2...3!
>> AAH!
[ SPLASH! ] >> K'nuckles: 1...
2...
3!
1, 2, 3.
1, 2, 3.
[ ALL GROANING ] >> I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS.
>> K'nuckles: AHHH, HA HA.
>> SO, THAT WAS THE TIME STORMALONG WAS ALMOST TAKEN OVER
BY 100 PIRATES.
>> Flapjack: DON'T YOU MEAN THREE?
[ BOTH LAUGH ]
>> JUST MY FUDGE CANNON.
JUST MY CHOCOLATE CANNON.
JUST MY CARAMEL CANNON.
JUST MY PECAN-LOG CANNON.
THOSE SAILORS LOVE THEIR FUDGE.
THOSE SAILORS LOVE THEIR CHOCOLATE.
THOSE SAILORS LOVE THEIR CARAMEL.
THOSE SAILORS LOVE THEIR PECAN LOGS.
WHOO-HOO-HOO!