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EXT. SOMEWHERE IN THE NORTH PACIFIC - NIGHT

A TINY CRAB BOAT (CRABBY) crests over massive swells.

CRABBY: Alright buddy, we're here. Right where you paid me to bring you. Question is, why?

A metallic blue sports car, circa the '60s, emerges from the 2 shadows. Cagey, smooth, he'd turn heads driving through any intersection in the world. Meet FINN MCMISSILE.

FINN: I'm looking for a car

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FINN: I'm looking for a car.

CRABBY: A car? Hey pal, you can't get any further away from land than out here.

FINN: Exactly where I want to be.

CRABBY: Well I got news for you, buddy. There's nobody out here but us.

Suddenly, a HORN -- a COMBAT SHIP, the size of most cruise ships. FINN quickly backs into the shadows, out of sight.

 FINN quickly backs into the shadows, out of sight

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COMBAT SHIP: What are you doing out here?

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COMBAT SHIP: What are you doing out here?

CRABBY: What does it look like, genius? I'm crabbing!

COMBAT SHIP: Well turn around and go back where you came from.

CRABBY: Yeah? And who's gonna make me? A laser sight hits Crabby between the eyes.

CRABBY: Alright, alright! Don't get your prop in a twist. (as he turns to leave.) What a jerk. Sorry, buddy. Looks like it's the end of the line. Buddy?

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