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------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Opening Screen
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Deep in the Caribbean
The Island of Mêlée
The Secret of Monkey Island
TM & (c) 1990 LucasArts Entertainment Company.
All Rights Reserved.
Created and Designed by Ron Gilbert
Written and Programmed by Ron Gilbert, Dave Grossman
and Tim Schafer
Background Art by Steve Purcell, Mark Ferrari
and Mike Ebert
Animation by Steve Purcell, Mike Ebert
and Martin Cameron as "Bucky"
256 Color Art by Tami Borrowick, James Dolar, Bill Eaken,
Avril Harrison, Iain McCaig, Jim McLeod,
Michael Stemmle, and Sean Turner
Original Music by Michael Land...
...Barney Jones and Andy Newell of earwax productions...
...and Patrick Mundy
Lead testing by Judith Lucero, Kirk Roulston and Matt Wood
Testers
Brett Barett, Mark Cartwright, Wayne Cline, Jim Current,
Dave Dahle, Justin Graham, Carla Green, James Hampton,
Howard Harrison, Ari Hollander, Mike Kerry,
Kirk Lesser, David Maxwell, Bret Mogilefsky,
Aaron Muszalski, Liz Nagy, Ezra Palmer-Persen, Dave Popovich,
Darrel Parker, Joe Pinney, Dave Ruedger,
Matt Schneider, Damon Tripodi, John Van and J. Anthony White
Produced by Greg Hammond
"SCUMM" Story system by Ron Gilbert, Aric Wilmunder and Brad Taylor
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Epilogue
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Our hero, Guybrush Threepwood, appears on the screen and greets and old man.
Guybrush : Hi! My name's Guybrush Threepwood, and I want to be a pirate!
Old Man : Yikes! Don't sneak up on me like that!
Guybrush : Er... I'm over this way.
Old Man : Ah! Well, then, Triftweed--
Guybrush : THREEPWOOD. Guybrush THREEPWOOD.
Old Man : I see. So, you want to be a pirate, eh? You look more like a
flooring inspector. But if you're serious about pirating, go talk
to the pirate leaders. You'll find them in the Scumm Bar.
Guybrush : Gosh, thanks! I'll do that! Bye, now. I'm off to seek my fortune.
Old Man : Good luck.
Guybrush : (walks away, but suddenly stops)
Um... Where did you say those pirate leaders were?
Old Man : The SCUMM BAR.
Guybrush : Right. Thanks.
(leaves the screen)
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Part One: The Three Trials
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Guybrush walks down the dock. Eventually, he finds the Scumm Bar and enters.
Then he talks to the pirate nearby the door.
Pirate : Ahoy there, stranger. New in town?
Guybrush : My name's Guybrush Threepwood. I'm new in town.
Pirate : Guybrush Threepwood? Ha ha ha!!! That's the stupidest name I've
ever heard!
Guybrush : I don't know... I kind of like 'Guybrush.'
Pirate : But it's not even a name!
Guybrush : Well, what's YOUR name?
Pirate : My name is Mancomb Seepgood. So, what brings you to Mêlée Island
anyway?
Guybrush : I want to be a pirate!
Mancomb : Oh, really? You should go talk to the important-looking pirates in
the next room. They're pretty much in charge around here. They can
tell you where to go and what to do.
Guybrush : Where can I find the Governor?
Mancomb : Governor Marley? Her mansion is on the other side of town. But
pirates aren't as welcome around her place as they used to be.
Guybrush : Why not?
Mancomb : Well, the last time she had a pirate over for dinner, he fell in
love with her. It's made things rather uncomfortable for everybody.
Guybrush : How's that?
Mancomb : Well, there's a whole big story about what happened next... But I
don't believe a word of it. Estevan over there at the other table
might tell you about it. He takes the whole thing seriously. VERY
seriously. Uh-oh, it looks like my grog is going flat, so you'll
have to excuse me. Nice talking to you. Have fun on Mêlée Island.
Guybrush walks off and talks to Estevan, who has a scar on his face.
Estevan : What are you looking at me for?
Guybrush : I'd like to introduce myself... my name's Guybrush.
Estevan : Yeah, so what?
Guybrush : Who's this pirate that's bugging the Governor?
Estevan : LeChuck? He's the guy that went to the Governor's for dinner and
never wanted to leave. He fell for her in a big way, but she told
him to drop dead. So he did. Then things really got ugly.
Guybrush : What's so scary about this LeChuck guy?
Estevan : LeChuck was a fearsome pirate. He tried to impress the Governor by
sailing off to find the Secret of Monkey Island™. But a
mysterious came up and sank his ship, leaving no survivors. We
thought that was the end of the fearsome pirate LeChuck. We were
wrong.
Guybrush : What happened then?
Estevan : He still sails the waters between here and Monkey Island™. His
ghost ship is an unholy terror upon the sea. That's why we're all
in here and not out pirating.
Guybrush : What happened to your eye?
Estevan : Well, I was putting in my contact lens when--Hey, wait a second!
That's none of your business!
Guybrush : Excuse me, but I'm looking for the dart board.
Estevan : Dart board? We don't have one anymore. There was a horrible
accident. Drinking and darts don't mix.
Guybrush : Where can I get a drink?
Estevan : A drink? You could wait for the cook to notice you... but that
could take all day. Just find a mug and sneak into the kitchen.
That's what we all do. Look, this whole LeChuck thing has me pretty
shaken up. So if you don't mind...
Guybrush leaves and talks to another pirate, a bald one with funny hat. The
pirate has an "Ask me about LOOM" badge on his clothes.
Pirate : Aye!
Guybrush : Aye, yourself.
Pirate : Aye.
Guybrush : Nice hat.
Pirate : Aye.
Guybrush : So, tell me about LOOM.
Pirate : (Face brightens)
("<ADVERTISEMENT>" text blinks down the screen)
You mean the latest masterpiece of fantasy storytelling from
Lucasfilm's™ Brian Moriarty™? Why it's an extraordinary
adventure with an interface on magic... stunning, high-resolution,
3D landscapes... sophisticated score and musical effects. Not to
mention the detailed animation and special effects, elegant point
'n' click control of characters, objects, and magic spells. Beat
the rush! Go out and buy Loom™ today!
Guybrush : Geeze, what an obvious sales pitch.
Pirate : Sorry, but on some topics I just get carried away.
Guybrush : Nice talking to you.
Pirate : Aye.
Guybrush approaches a dog and, whew, talks to it too.
Dog : Grrrrrrrr.
Guybrush : Woof.
Dog : WOOF? Aruff roof! Woof-woof arf woof... ...warroof, Mêlée
Island™! ...a-roof wuf: ...LeChuck! Grrrrrrr!
Guybrush : Wuf, 'LeChuck?'
Dog : Worf woof woof ruff-ruff... Wor-roof wuf? Ruff arf-arf, bow-ruff...
...Governor Marley! A-OOOOOOO! A-OOOOOOO! (ruff ruff ruff) Bow-roo
wuf rowwf-- --Arrooof-- --LeChuck! GRRRRRRRRR! Arf, oof-oof, Monkey
Island™! *sniff* *sniff*
Guybrush leaves to the next screen and talks to the important-looking pirates.
Green P. : What be ye wantin' boy?
Guybrush : I want to be a fireman.
Blue P. : Get lost, boy, you bother us.
Guybrush : I mean to kill you all!
Blue P. : Get lost, boy, you bother us.
Guybrush : I want to be a pirate.
Blue P. : So what?
Green P. : Why bother us?
Black P. : Hey, don't forget we're short on help because of this whole LeChuck
thing.
Blue P. : So?
Black P. : So, no pirates means no swag, and no swag means no grog, and we're
getting dangerously low on grog...
Blue P. : Hmm... Do you have any special skills?
Guybrush : I can hold my breath for ten minutes!
Blue P. : Well... All right, but you don't become a pirate just by ASKING.
Black P. : You'll have to go through...
All : The three trials!
Guybrush : Er... What three trials are those?
Green P. : There are three trials every pirate must pass.
Blue P. : You must master the sword...
Green P. : ...and the art of thievery...
Black P. : ...and the quest.
Green P. : The what?
Black P. : Treasure huntin', ya sea urchin!
Green P. : Right. You must prove yourself in each of these three areas:
swordplay, thievery, and, er, treasure huntery; then return with
proof that you've done it.
Blue P. : And then ye must drink grog with us!!
All : GROG!!!
Guybrush : Tell me more about mastering the sword.
Blue P. : First, get ye a sword. You must seek out and defeat the Sword
Master. Someone in town can probably direct you. Oh! You'll want to
find someone to train you first.
Black P. : Ha ha. Imagine trying to take on the Sword Master without any
training!
All : Har Har Har
Guybrush : Tell me more about mastering the art of thievery.
Green P. : We want you to procure a small item for us...
Blue P. : The Idol of Many Hands...
Black P. : In the Governor's Mansion!
Green P. : The Governor keeps the Idol o' Many Hands in a display case in the
mansion outside the town.
Blue P. : You'll have to get past the guards, naturally.
Black P. : The tricky part will be getting past the dogs outside.
Blue P. : They're a particularly vicious breed... ...you might be able to
drug them or something.
Guybrush : Tell me more about treasure hunting.
Black P. : Legend has it that there's a treasure buried here on the island...
Blue P. : All you must do is find the Legendary Lost Treasure of Mêlée
Island™ and bring it back here.
Guybrush : Should I have a map or something?
Blue P. : Ye can hardly expect to find a treasure without a map!
Green P. : ...and don't forget: X marks the spot!
All : Har Har Har
Guybrush : You're a bunch of foul-smelling, grog-swilling pigs!
Blue P. : To be a pirate ye must also be a foul-smelling, grog-swilling pig.
Guybrush : What's in that grog stuff, anyway?
Green P. : Grog is a secret mixture which contains one or more of the
following:
Blue P. : kerosene
Green P. : propylene glycol
Black P. : artificial sweeteners
Blue P. : sulphuric acid
Green P. : rum
Black P. : acetone
Blue P. : red dye #2
Green P. : scumm
Black P. : axle grease
Blue P. : battery acid
Green P. : and/or pepperoni
As you can probably imagine, it's one of the most caustic, volatile
substances known to man.
Blue P. : The stuff eats right through these mugs and the cook is losing a
fortune replacing them.
All : Har Har Har
Guybrush : I'll just be running along now.
Blue P. : Leave us to our grog.
Green P. : Come back later and tell us how ye're doing.
Ready for the first quest on swordmastery, Guybrush sneaks into the kitchen
while the cook is busy serving the pirates and doesn't notice. In there, he
picks a hunk of meat, a pot, and a fish after tricking out a bird who's also
interested with the poor creature. He puts the meat into the pot o' stew and
picks up a stewed meat. Having nothing else to plunder, Guybrush goes outside
the bar and into the town.
Meanwhile...
Deep beneath Monkey Island, the ghost pirate LeChuck's ship lies anchored in a
river of lava.
LeChuck is standing on his room while a bone pirate approaches.
Bone : Captain LeChuck...sir...I...
LeChuck : Ah... There's nothin' like the hot winds of hell blowin' in your
face.
Bone : No sir... Nothing like it... Ah... Sir... I...
LeChuck : (turns around)
It's days like this that makes you glad to be dead.
Bone : Oh yes sir...glad to be dead...
LeChuck : Ye are glad to be dead, RIGHT?
Bone : Oh yes sir. I feel so lucky that you happened to capture my ship,
then murdered me and everyone on board... ...yes sir... lucky.
LeChuck : Glad to hear it. Now what was it you disturbed me for?
Bone : Ah...yes sir...well, you see, we might have a problem on Mêlée
Island™.
LeChuck : PROBLEM?!? What possible problem could there be!? I've got those
sissy pirates so scared of the sea they're afraid to take a bath!
Bone : Well... There seems to be a new pirate in town. Actually, he's a
pirate wannabe. Young. Inexperienced. Probably nothing to worry
'bout. Don't know why I bothered you with it. I'll have him taken
care of myself.
(about to leave)
LeChuck : Wait! I'll handle this personally. My plans are too important to be
messed up by amateurs.
Bone : Yes sir.
The screen switches back to Guybrush, who walks through the archway and talks
to the Citizen of Mêlée.
Citizen : Excuse me, but do you have a cousing named Sven?
Guybrush : No, but I once had a barber named Dominique.
Citizen : Close enough. Let's talk business. You want to buy a map to the
Legendary Lost Treasure of Mêlée Island™? Only one in existence.
Rare. Very rare. Only 100 pieces of eight...
Guybrush : No thanks. I don't have enough money.
Citizen : Well then, buzz off kid, it's bad for business.
Guybrush then approaches the gang of pirates on the other corner. They are the
pirate sitting on a barrel, a fat one, and a tall one. There's a rat in front
of them.
Guybrush : Hey, nice rat!
Barrel P.: Do you like rats?
Guybrush : Yes, I love rats!
Barrel P.: They're very intelligent creatures!
Fat P. : Ha ha ha ha!!
Tall P. : (hits Fat P. on the head)
Fat P. : -- dpk --
Barrel P.: More intelligent than HIM. Why, there's a story around these parts
that a bunch of rats actually crewed a ship here from fabled Monkey
Island™.
Tall P. : No, that's not right. It was actually a group of monkeys.
Guybrush : That's amazing!
Tall P. : But true. When they arrived, they sold the ship for a pretty penny.
Only time I've seen anyone get the better of ol' Stan in a deal.
Barrel P.: I thought it was rats...
Guybrush : Do you guys know the sneaky-looking man on the opposite corner?
Tall P. : Wanna buy a map, eh? OUR maps are top quality, not like the
birdcage liners you get from that clown across the street.
(looks around)
Fat P. : (laughs)
Tall P. : No, just kidding. These are actually copies of the minutes of the
last meeting of the Mêlée Island™ PTA. Can't even GIVE them
away.
(hits Fat Pirate on the head)
Fat P. : -- tdk --
Tall P. : Want one?
Guybrush : No, but I'll take one if you give me two pieces of eight.
Tall P. : OK, that's fair.
Guybrush receives the minutes and 2 pieces of eight.
Guybrush : Say, are you guys pirates?
Tall P. : No, we're a wandering circus troupe.
Fat P. : (Laughs)
Barrel P.: But this rat scared away the elephant.
Tall P. : Shut up!
(hits Fat Pirate on the head)
Fat P. : -- yqk --
Tall P. : Of course we're pirates! You can't buy clothes like these off the
rack!
Barrel P.: What do you want?
Guybrush : What's in the keg?
Tall P. : Jam Barrel P. : Rum
Tall P : Rum Barrel P. : Jam
Tall P. : Er... rum and jam. It's an old pirate favorite, everybody knows
that.
Guybrush : I'm really interested in this pirating thing.
Barrel P.: What do you want?
Guybrush : How come you're on this street corner and not on a ship, looting,
pillaging, sacking, that sort of thing?
Tall P. : Well, pirating hasn't been panning out so well for us...
Barrel P.: There are some UNNATURALLY talented pirates in the area right
now...
Tall P. : Operating out of Monkey Island™.
Barrel P.: So we've been pursuing alternate means of self-support. We're
trying to start up a circus.
Tall P. : It was working out well, until the rat scared off the elephant.
(looking around, nobody laughs)
Now you've depressed us. Go home.
As Guybrush enters a house, he picks up a chicken thing from the table.
Guybrush : Maybe no one will miss just this one thing.
Then, he goes in and meets with the Voodoo Lady.
Lady : What may I help you with, son?
Guybrush : (How much for this keen-looking chicken?)
Lady : Aah... I sense the guilt of stealing my chicken grows. Take it.
It's yours.
Guybrush : Why don't you want it? Is it jinxed with an ancient voodoo curse?
Lady : No... the pulley squeaks.
Guybrush : (My name is Guybrush Threepwood and I'm a mighty pirate.)
Lady : Wait... ...don't say anything. I can sense your name is... ...is...
...Guybrush... ...Guybrush Nosehair. No... ...Threepwood. Guybrush
Threepwood. Am I not right?
Guybrush : Lucky guess. Half the people I know are named Guybrush.
Lady : I suggest you open your mind. It will help you in your coming
journey.
Guybrush : Journey? What can you tell me about my journey?
Lady : I am getting a vision... ...I see you taking a voyage, a long
voyage. I see you captaining a ship.
Guybrush : Yeah!
Lady : I see...
Guybrush : What? See what?
Lady : I see a giant monkey.
Guybrush : Yikes!
Lady : I see you inside the giant monkey.
Guybrush : Gross.
Lady : Wait... it is all becoming clear. Your journey will have many
parts. You will see things better left unseen. You will hear things
better left unheard. You will learn things better left unlearned.
Guybrush : What kind of things? I hate surprises.
Lady : NO! The time is not right to know. When you know your purpose, come
see me... ...I will let you know then.
(suddenly disappears)
Guybrush : Yikes!
As he explores to the next town part, a weird whisper is heard.
Whisper : Pssssst.
Guybrush walks into the alley, from which the whisper seems to come.
Guybrush : Hello? Anybody in here? HELLO???
Person : (sneaking up from behind)
You know, bad things could happen to a person in a dark, deserted
alley like this one. And at this time of night, nobody would be
around to see it.
Guybrush : Yeah, and bad things happen to people who sneak up on other people
from behind.
Person : So, you're going to give me a little attitude, eh? I'd better get
your name.
Guybrush : I'm Guybrush Threepwood, and I'm a mighty pirate.
Person : Listen Peepwood--
Guybrush : Threepwood! Guybrush Threepwood!
Person : Whatever your name is, listen: I'm the sheriff around here. Sheriff
Fester Shinetop. Take it from me--This is a bad time to be visiting
Mêlée Island™. A very BAD time. My advice to you is to find
somewhere else to take your vacation.
(walks away) Somewhere safer.
(leaves)
Guybrush : Boy, I feel much better knowing there's an officer of the law
around.
Guybrush walks into what seemed to be the town's jail. He talks to a man held
in one of the cell.
Man : You gotta get me out of here! I'm a victim of society.
Guybrush : Not to mention halitosis.
(walks away) Yuck!
Man : Hey, it's hard to keep my breath minty-fresh when there's nothing
to eat in here but rats.
Next, Guybrush attempts to do something with the death-breath prisoner, so he
walks to the shop to find something that may be of a help.
Strkeeper: Ahoy there, fancy pants. Waddya want?
Guybrush : I could really use a breath mint.
Strkeeper: You're telling me! Here take one... ...please. Take a whole roll!
That'll be one piece of eight.
Guybrush : (gives the money)
Strkeeper: What else do you want?
Guybrush : I think I'd just like to browse.
Strkeeper: Okay, but don't put your lips on anything.
Guybrush returns to the prisoner and hands the breath mints.
Man : Ooooh! Grog-o-Mint! How refreshing! Thanks. So, have you come to
release me?
Guybrush : Who are you?
Man : My name is Otis. At least, I think it is. I've been in here so long
I can hardly remember. You've got to get me out of here before I
lose my mind completely! Can't you see I'm innocent?
Guybrush : But why are you in jail, if you're innocent?
Otis : I was framed! I didn't touch the stupid flowers!
Guybrush : What flowers?
Otis : The yellow Caniche Endormi flowers in the forest--It's against the
law to pick them.
Guybrush : Can I get you anything?
Otis : Yes... YOU CAN GET ME OUT OF HERE! Actually, something to get rid
of these rats would be nice. I'd trade you this carrot cake my
Aunt Tillie made. I hate carrot cake.
Guybrush : So, how's the food in there?
Otis : Oh, you know, the usual... Slop, grog, gruel... Rats, bugs, and
body lice if I can catch them. I have a carrot cake my Aunt Tillie
made, even though she knows I detest carrot cake. Actually, the
cook at the bar is an old friend of mine, and sometimes he sneaks
me food. Like pork trimmings--mostly feet and lips--but once in a
while... ...he brings this really odd rump roast...
Guybrush : What was so odd about the rump roast?
Otis : Well, it's the only rump roast I've ever seen with a prehensile
tail.
Guybrush : Sheriff Shinetop sure is a jerk, isn't he?
Otis : No kidding. Fester Shinetop is the meanest man on Mêlée Island™.
Luckily, the Governor keeps him in check most of the time. We used
to have a fair, decent man for a sheriff--but he recently died
under mysterious circumstances. If you aske me, I think the new
sheriff had something to do with it.
Suddenly, the sheriff appears.
Sheriff : I think you've said enough, Otis!
Otis : Whoops. (leaves)
Sheriff : I hope you haven't been taking this filthy vagrant too seriously.
He'd say anything to avoid paying his debt to society.
Guybrush : He IS filthy. And he smells bad too.
Otis : Hey, thanks a lot.
Sheriff : You've got a lot of nerve coming into this town and passing
judgement on the locals. If there's something you don't like about
the way we smell, you're welcome to leave anytime.
Guybrush : Sorry.
Sheriff : Look, I don't know what you're up to... ...but whatever it is, it's
probably illegal. So forget it. (leaves)
Wherever you go on Mêlée™, I'll be watching. And if you try any
monkey business, you'll end up in here for good.
The Sheriff leaves.
Otis : Man, is he a pill or what. You see what I have to put up with?
You'd better go before you get us both in trouble.
Guybrush leaves completely off of the town and wanders to a place in the map
called a "clearing". There appears to be a circus tent down there, and he
attempts to enter. Inside...
Man 1 : I'd get in the cannon, but the gunpowder makes me sneeze.
Man 2 : Well, I can't do it, I hurt my hand taming the lion last week.
Man 1 : I hardly think that little scratch compares to my chronic allergy.
You get in the cannon.
Man 2 : You don't have any allergies, you faker. YOU get in the cannon.
Man 1 : No, YOU get in the cannon!
Man 2 : No, YOU get in the cannon!
Man 1 : Slacker!
Man 2 : Loser!
Man 1 : Ruffian!
Man 2 : Fop!
Man 1 : Weasel!
Man 2 : Weevil!
Man 1 : Miscreant!
Man 2 : Toady!
Man 1 : Ne'er-do-well!
Man 2 : Scofflaw!
Man 1 : Mullet-head!
Man 2 : Millet-head!
Man 1 : Pencil-head!
Man 2 : Half-head!
Man 1 : Cheese-head!
Man 2 : Harpy!
Man 1 : What?
Man 2 : Just get in the cannon!
Man 1 : No, YOU get in the cannon!
Man 2 : No, YOU get in the cannon!
Man 1 : Your mother wears combat slippers!
Man 2 : Leave our mother out of it! Get in the cannon!
Man 1 : No, YOU get in the cannon!
Man 2 : No, YOU get in the cannon!
Man 1 : You're a chicken!
Man 2 : You're a dead chicken!
Man 1 : Well, you're a dead chicken with a pulley in the middle!
Man 2 : What?
Man 1 : Just get in the cannon.
Man 2 : No, YOU get in the cannon!
Man 1 : No, YOU get in the cannon!
Guybrush : (interrupts) Why are you guys dressed up in those ridiculous
outfits?
The two men suddenly approaches in an amazing pace.
Man 1 : Say there, son, how'd you like a chance--
Man 2 : --A once in a lifetime chance--
Man 1 : --To perform an amazing feat--
Man 2 : --A death-defying feat--
Man 1 : --Well, not so death-defying, really--
Man 2 : --A dangerous feat--
Man 1 : --No, not dangerous at all--
Man 2 : --An easy feat--
Man 1 : --But exciting!--
Man 2 : --With the Amazing--
Man 1 : --Adventurous, Acrobatic--
Man 2 : --And Exceedingly Well-Known--
Man 1 : --Fabulous, Flying--
Man 2 : --Fettucini Brothers!
Man 1 : That's us.
Man 2 : My brother Alfredo...
Alfredo : And my brother Bill.
Bill : Sound good?
Alfredo : Good.
Bill : It's very simple, really.
Alfredo : See that cannon over there? All you have to do--
Bill : --Is get in the cannon--
Alfredo : --And we'll shoot you out of it--
Bill : --Across the room--
Alfredo : --Quite safe, actually--
Bill : --So, what do you say?
Guybrush : How much will you pay me?
Alfredo : How about 478 pieces of eight?
Guybrush : OK, sounds good.
Alfredo : Have you got a helmet?
Guybrush : Er... no, I don't have a helmet. Will I need one?
Bill : No helmet?
Alfredo : Oh, you've got to have a helmet--
Bill : --Can't do the cannon trick without a helmet--
Alfredo : --Nosiree!
Bill : Go get a helmet, and then we can do the trick.
Guybrush leaves, but returns again as he actually does have some sort of, euh,
helm-thing in his inventory.
Alfredo : Have you got a helmet?
Guybrush : Of course I have a helmet. What sort of idiot do you take me for?
Bill : Well, let's have it.
Alfredo : We want to be sure--
Bill : --That it's safe--
Alfredo : --Wouldn't want you hurt--
Bill : --Nosiree!
Guybrush shows the brothers the pot he acquired earlier from the bar.
Bill : Ah, that will work as a helmet!
Alfredo : Now we can do the trick.
Bill : Step right over here, son.
They all walk to the cannon.
Alfredo : Now, put on your helmet--
Bill : --and get in the cannon--
Alfredo : --and we'll take care of the rest.
Guybrush : (talks into the cannon)
ECHO
echo
(wears the helmet and gets into the cannon)
In a second, the cannon bursts, throwing Guybrush across the room--smacking
him right onto the wooden pillar supporting the tent from the inside.
Alfredo : It works!
Bill : I'm so relieved!
The two brothers approach the still-upside-down Guybrush.
Alfredo : Hey...
Bill : Are you OK?
Guybrush : (written--err, spoken--in upside-down words)
I'm Bobbin. Are you my mother?
Alfredo : He's all right!
Bill : Hooray! We are spared an embarassing and financially debilitating
lawsuit!
Alfredo : Here's your money, sir.
Bill : Just recompense for aiding us. We just need to change the aim a
bit.
Alfredo : I'll try it next!
Bill : No, I'LL do it next!
Alfredo : No, me!
Bill : No, ME!
Alfredo : Slacker!
Bill : Loser!
Alfredo : Ruffian!
Bill : Fop!
Guybrush leaves the circus. Now, with the money in hand, he returns to the
shop to get some stuff.
Strkeeper: Ahoy there, fancy pants.
Guybrush : (Picks the sword and the shovel)
Strkeeper: Are you waiting for me to fall asleep or something?
Guybrush : (Approaches the storekeeper)
Strkeeper: Waddya want?
Guybrush : About this sword...
Strkeeper: What about it?
Guybrush : How much is it?
Strkeeper: That's 100 pieces of eight. Take it or leave it.
Guybrush : I'll take it.
Strkeeper: Great. Best 100 pieces of eight you ever spent. What else do you
want?
Guybrush : I'd like some rat repellent, please.
Strkeeper: Hah! I'll bet you would. But I haven't got any. What else do you
want?
Guybrush : About this shovel...
Strkeeper: What about it?
Guybrush : How much is it?
Strkeeper: Another would-be treasure hunter, eh? That'll cost you 75 pieces of
eight.
Guybrush : I'll take it.
Strkeeper: Great. It'll pay for itself, believe me. You'll dig up 75 pieces of
eight in no time. But hey, save some treasure for the rest of us,
would ya? Ha ha ha! What else do you want?
Guybrush : I think I'd just like to browse.
Strkeeper: Be my guest, fancy pants.
Having the sword in hand, Guybrush seeks some form of training that would
prepare him against the Sword Master. He goes out of the town and to the
bridge. There, he sees a Troll guarding the bridge.
Troll : NONE SHALL PASS!!
Guybrush talks to it.