For the town in the belly of the whale. Blubburbs! Colombia? Intriguing. Is it sugar? Maybe it’s baking soda! Hmm… Unmistakably has some baking soda. *sniffing* What was that? Oh, um, my oxygen tank must be leaking! *more sniffing* Oh, seasonal allergies. It’s, uh, been terribly dusty in this whale, huh? *even more sniffing* THAR BE BLOW! *more indistinguishable pirate music* You mean cocaine? Talkative talcom powder? The devil’s dandruff? Yowie’s yeyo? We gotta get rid of it! NO!!! Uh, dumping it, would hurt the whale. No! No! If you want to hurt the whale, just use a harpoon. Yeah, don’t kill the party. I love parties! You better let the adults handle this Whalen. Who wants to read my new screenplay? I just wrote it! Pinnochio! You bad boy! I’m gonna write a sequel! We can divide it up. And sell it for gold! Sell it for gold! It’s mine! I need more samples! Keep your hands off my stash. Let go. I found it first! Back off! I’ll run ya through! Stop it, you pleebs! *arguing* I’m an immortal fuck machine! Whalen! It’s gone! You did all the cocaine, you little shit! So, who owes us six hundred thousand dollars for our cocaine? Well, those men were very reasonable. *creepy giggling* They took my kidneys. And my kid knees. Blubburbs! Blubburbs!