Ickis: This is gonna be great,
Chef: Got you.
Ickis: Live boiled monster! They're eating monsters.
Ickis: I got you buddy.
Oblina: Ickis, these are not monsters. They're lobsters. Humans eat them.
Ickis: No wonder why they didn't talk much.
Oblina: They're also sea creatures.
Ickis: The ocean?
Krumm: What's wrong?
Ickis: She's right.
Ickis: Yeah, Buddy.
Ickis: Where did he go?
Ickis: Thanks guys.
Krumm: Hey, that tickles!
Zimbo: What is going on here?
Ickis: No! Buddy where are you? We got to get out of here before this...gets ugly.
Krumm: Oblina, help me!
Oblina: I'm busy. Nice lobster. Give me my lips!
Krumm: Go, Oblina!
Ickis: Here lobster. Here buddy!
Zimbo: Stop this nonsense right now! Or I'll tell the Gromble. Then I'll look forward to you all being snorched.
[He blows a raspberry at the monsters and then gets knocked down by sludge thrown by em.]
Ickis: Buddy come back! I got you! Where is he?
Ickis: Oh, I've got a bad feeling about this.
Oblina: Don't even think about it. [The Gromble enters the dorm room with Ickis and the Lobster caught in his hand.] Gromble.
Gromble: So this is what you were hiding! I told you before Ickis, no pets! Or you're going to be in deep trouble for this. A snorching is good for you. Far far too good for you. No kind of disobedience deserves something much worse!
[Ickis whimpers in fear.]
Oblina: But sir. These are not pets. They are refuges and Ickis has bravely risk his life to save form a fate worse then death. Being eaten by humans.
Krumm: That's right. He made a promise. A vow.
Gromble: Ickis, is this true?
Ickis: Yes sir. I promise to get them safely home. I just didn't know that home was the ocean.
Gromble: Well in that case, Ickis. I'm... proud of you.
Ickis: You are?
[Cuts to the beach.]
Ickis: I guess this is it little buddy.