Road to Bali Page #2

I don't do the actual diving myself.

I have a boy for that. I remain on

deck and I operate the pump.

- Oh, but excellent.

- Your hand.

Yes sir, I'll have that treasure up in

two shakes of a lamb's tail. Believe

me, I know how to shake a lamb's tail.

Oh, there is one little thing I must explain.

You see, I'm not actually the diver. I'm the

top man. I have a friend who does the diving.

Is your friend experienced?

He's been underwater half of his

life. He used to be a lifeguard in a carwash.

Where is this island of yours

Prince?

A few days journey, across the sea

on the road to Bali. You will love that too.

- It is an island paradise.

- Girls, huh?

- Could it be a paradise without girls?

- Welcome to the club.

Oh, I must cable mother to send my

other lips.

- Boy did I make a terrific deal.

-I knew you would. You little genius you.

- Congratulations.

- It's a deal boys.

Well, these threads are a little deep

for shoving off to paradise. We

ought to slip into our lines huh?

John will take care of your needs.

We will sail at sundown.

Sundown. Ah, that's perfect. I

freckle you know. Girls, paradise,

money......what a jackpot.

- And you did it all with your own

little....... - my own little head.

- Take our luggage will you?

- Here you are.

Now don't get these mixed up.

Mine is blue for boy.

Hey Sam. Is that the way all the

natives dress on your island?

Really?

- George, do you suppose?

- Not a chance.

Stick around folks....he could be

wrong you know!

- Cast off.

- Who?

Isn't it beautiful?

It's the tarplan of my father's clan.

Highness your cousin, Prince

Kenarock is here.

I will see him alone. You girls may

leave.

Hey, things are picking up.

- Taste the local architecture.

- Built like brick begodas.

- Welcome to Batu.

- They look like Americans.

- They look like Kenarock boys.

- They're not bad.

Do you think they are sailors?

- They've been expecting us. They must have

got our wires. - Well, we got to ration

ourselves down here you know.

- Let's forget the box and just head for the

high country. - I don't know which way

to turn, everything looks so good.

Well don't get tied down. This may

just be the older stuff you know.

- Oh no!

- What's that?

Eroll Flynn, he can't stand it.

Make yourselves available, huh kids?

Stand by, you'll hear from our local branch.

I'll sell you my suit size and everything with it.

Isn't it nice to know that we still have it.

- We got that old magic.

- That sea air must have recharged

our batteries.

- I feel like I've had a complete overhaul.

- Yeah, and if we can get our

speedometers turned back, we're in business.

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