OH, LOOK ... A SQUIRREL.
I ADMIRE YOU, MR. SQUIRREL. YOU'RE IN PERFECT HARMONY WITH NATURE.
I AM ALSO ONE WITH NATURE.
IN FACT, I WROTE A POEM ABOUT
BEING ONE WITH NATURE.
AHEM!
"A BROW OF GRASS
AND HAIR OF MOSS,
PUDDLES ARE MY DIPPING SAUCE.
A PETAL, A WING, AN ARM OR TWO
YOU."
MM.
OW! OHH!
OHH!
OHH.
WHY, NATURE? WHY?
SURFERS LOVE RIDING THE
WAVES, BUT THEY ALSO LOVE
HAVING FUN.
AH, BRAH, YOU SEE DUKE ON
THAT LAST WAVE, BRAH?
BRAH, I TRIED TO PULL OUT,
BRAH.
DUDE, BRAH, YOU WERE JUST SO
DEEP IN THAT BARREL, I WAS
LIKE, BRAH.
IS THAT REALLY HOW THEY TALK?
YEAH.
BRAH, HEY, BRAH. 'SUP, BRAH?
BRAH, BRAH, BRAH, BRAH, BRAH.
YEAH.
WHAT A BUNCH OF LOSERS.
DUDE, DID YOU JUST EAT THE LAST
OF THE CHIPS, DUDE?
RELAX, DUDE.
IT WAS JUST CRUMBS.
YEAH, DUDE, BUT YOU
YOU ATE THE LAST OF THE CRUMBS,
DUDE.
CHIP ON?
WHOA, POPS.
WHAT'S WRONG?
OH, I'M JUST HAVING A
BAD DAY WITH NATURE, I SUPPOSE.
GUYS FOR A WHILE?
OF COURSE NOT.
YEAH, TAKE A LOAD OFF.
CATCHING YOUR FIRST WAVE ...
>IT'S JUST LIKE ... AHH!
CATCHING YOUR FIRST WAVE ... IT'S JUST LIKE ... AHH! I MEAN, I DON'T WANT TO SOUND
LIKE I'M BRAGGING OR WHATEVER,
FOR DUDES WHO CAN'T RIDE WAVES,
'CAUSE YOU JUST POP UP ON THAT
BOARD, AND YOU'RE JUST IN IT ...
JUST TOTALLY ONE WITH NATURE.
OH, BOY!
THAT'S WHAT I HAVE TO DO TO BE
ONE WITH NATURE ... SURFING!
"'PEACHY' PERRY'S THREE P's TO
SURFING PERFECT."
THE THREE P's ARE PADDLING,
SURFING PERFECT." THE THREE P's ARE PADDLING, PIVOTING, POPPING UP.
SEEMS EASY ENOUGH.
PADDLING.
PIVOTING.
WHOA! AAH!
GRAMPS CAN'T EVEN GET UP ON HIS
BOARD.
SALUTATIONS, FELLOWS.
MY NAME IS POPS.
WHAT KIND OF STUPID NAME IS
THAT?
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
HURL HURLBUTT, AND THESE ARE
MY ASSOCIATES, MERLE AND BURL.
HEY, WE SHOULD CALL THIS GUY
"MONDO CABEZO."
HEY, MONDO CABEZO, CAN I RUB
YOUR HEAD FOR GOOD LUCK?
HEY, MONDO, I THINK I SEE
YOUR FAMILY OUT IN THE WATER.
MADE ME, SIR.
MOTHER NATURE GAVE YOU THE
WORST BODY FOR SURFING EVER,
BRAH.
PRACTICE.
UH, YEAH, PEACHY'S DEAD.
WHOO!
PRIMO SURF.
WHOO! YEAH!
UGH, GET OUT OF HERE, MONDO.
YOU'RE GONNA HARSH OUR RIDE.
NO!
PADDLE.
AAH!
PIVOT.
POP UP!
AAH!
I'M TRYING TO FOCUS.
WHOA!
UH, HOW'D SURFING WORK
OUT FOR YOU, POPS?
HIDEOUS.
OUT FOR YOU, POPS? HIDEOUS.
WITH NATURE, BUT I MADE SURFER
ENEMIES.
MAYBE IT'S BETTER
SURFING THING.
YEAH, TRY STICKING TO
LOLLIPOPS AND FANCINESS ... YOUR
COMFORT ZONE.
I MEAN, LOOK AT ME.
I'VE NEVER LEFT MY COMFORT ZONE,
AND I'M DOING GREAT.
PLUS, THOSE JERK
SURFERS BASICALLY PROVED THEY'RE
PLUS, THOSE JERK SURFERS BASICALLY PROVED THEY'RE
YOU OFF THE BEACH.
OH, MORDECAI.
I DON'T MEAN TO OFFEND YOUR
REASONING, BUT SURFERS ARE MOST
CERTAINLY ONE WITH NATURE.
LIE.
UH, NO OFFENSE
TAKEN, BUT MAYBE YOU CAN AT
OTHER SURFERS FOR A WHILE, UNTIL
YOU GET THE HANG OF IT?
OTHER SURFERS FOR A WHILE, UNTIL YOU GET THE HANG OF IT? YEAH, YOU'RE RICH.
WHY DON'T YOU JUST BUILD A BEACH
HERE AT THE PARK?
OH, RIGBY, THAT'S
BRILLIANT!
DOLPHINS FOR ATMOSPHERE.
OKAY.
THE LAKE?
WAVE ON!
IS GONNA WORK?
AAH!
IS GONNA WORK? AAH!
LOOKING GOOD, POPS!
YEAH, THIS IS NEVER GONNA WORK.
WHOA. WHOA!
AAH!
SURFING OUT ON THE PARK LAKE?
YES.
HE, UH, WANTED TO BE ONE WITH
NATURE OR SOMETHING.
I DON'T KNOW.
WELL, WE CAN'T HAVE THAT.
JUST LOOK AT THIS X-RAY.
SPINE ... LIKE TRYING TO HOLD A
ANGEL-HAIR PASTA.
POPS, I HAVE TO RECOMMEND THAT
YOU STAY ON LAND.
BUT ... BUT I'LL NEVER
BECOME ONE WITH NATURE ON LAND.
LET ME PUT THIS IN TERMS
YOU'LL UNDERSTAND.
THIS IS YOUR BODY.
SURFING.
ANY QUESTIONS?
WELL, I THANK YOU FOR
YOUR MEDICAL OPINION, DR. HENRY,
DOWN AND THEN RIDE IT.
BUT I'M TRUSTING YOU BOYS TO
MORNING.
DON'T WORRY.
WE'LL STAY UP ALL NIGHT AND
GUARD THE DOOR.
YEAH, HE'LL NEVER MAKE
IT PAST OUR SECURITY TEAM.
YEAH, HE'LL NEVER MAKE IT PAST OUR SECURITY TEAM. HM-HM-HM-HM-HM-HM!
WHOO-HOO-HOO!
BREAK AT THIS PLACE, BRAH!
WHOA!
WHOO!
NO CHOP, NO SHARKS.
AW!
HOW'D MONDO CABEZO FIND OUT
ABOUT OUR WAVE, BRAH?
THIS IS MY WAVE.
AAH!
AAH! WHAT?
WE FELL ASLEEP!
DUDE, THERE'S NO WAY
HE GOT PAST US.
PLUS, HIS HEAD IS TOO BIG TO FIT
THROUGH THE WIN...
GET OFF OUR WAVE, MONDO!
WHOA! AAH!
WHAT'S GOING ON?
POPS IS IN TROUBLE!
TO THE LAKE BOATS!
HEY!
GET AWAY FROM HIM!
BRACE, BRAHS!
HURL, WE GOT TO CALL FOR REINFORCEMENTS.
LET US PERFORM THE ANCIENT
CALL OF THE SURFERS.
WIPE OUT!
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AAH!
11.
PIVOT.
POP. WHOA!
WE GOT TO HELP POPS!
MONDO?
GET HIM OFF OF THERE.
MONDO? GET HIM OFF OF THERE. POP. AAH!
HEY!
HAND IT OVER!
NO, BRAHS.
IT'S SUICIDE TO RIDE THAT WAVE.
LET MONDO HAVE THIS ONE.
AAH!
POPS!
IF YOU WIPE OUT, YOU'LL DIE!
POP UP, POPS.
RIDE THE WAVE, POPS.
BUT ... BUT I'M SO AFRAID ...
AFRAID OF THOSE RUFFIANS ...
AFRAID OF MY BODY FAILING.
BUT MOSTLY I'M ... I'M AFRAID OF
YOU, NATURE!
WHY HAVE YOU BEEN SO MEAN TO ME?
WELL, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR
NOT, I'M GONNA RIDE THIS WAVE!
FINALLY, I'M ONE WITH NATURE!
NO WAY.
WHOO-HOO-HOO!
LET'S NEVER FIGHT AGAIN! OHH!
MAN, THIS WAS A BUST. LET'S GO GET SOME FISH TACOS.
DO YOU THINK HE'LL
EVER BE BACK?
HE'S WITH NATURE NOW,
MORDECAI.
HE'S WITH NATURE.