The spell which creates this force
is five mystic words.
"These words are...
"engraved on the star that was
always worn by the sorcerer Astoroth".
But where are the words of the spell?
I assumed they'd be
in your half of the manuscript.
I thought they'd be in yours.
Once again, a dead end.
I shall never know the secret.
Isn't that old Astoroth?
And there's his star.
It's a pity it's so small
you can't read the writing.
But why the animals?
Towards the end of his life,
Astoroth kept animals in cages
in search for the spells that
would make them more like humans.
The legend is that finally
the animals rebelled at the experiment,
killed Astoroth
and stole many of his powers.
Including the star
with the spell on it.
Possibly.
They found a ship, sailed away
and were never heard of again.
However, there is a final notation
in my half of the book
saying that in the 17th century
a shipwrecked lascar
was taken from the sea,
half mad with thirst
and exposure to the sun.
Before he died, he swore he had seen
an island ruled by animals.
Where?
There is,
I regret to say, no such island.
I looked for it in every chart.
The Isle of Naboombu does not exist.
It does too! Got me own...
- What is he trying to say?
- Nothing.
When he don't say nothing,
he mumbles.
I wish the child to speak.
- Now you've done it.
- There is too such a place.
Got me own book. There.
Real pretty letters, ain't it?
- Let me see it.
- You're not interested, Bookman.
- It's just a children's book.
- I'll be the judge of that.
- Give it to me.
- No.
Please don't annoy me.
Give me the book, boy.
Not likely.
Bit of a stalemate, isn't it?
If it's all the same to you,
I'd rather use me own.
Sentiment, you know.
Come along, Paul. It's time to go.
Go? How, my dear?
The door is locked.
Observe the fundamental weakness
of the criminal mind.
- It will believe no one or anything.
- I understand.
- The knob, Paul.
- Course you do, my dear.
We can tell them the complete truth.
They will believe nothing.
He's up to something, you know.
Before your very eyes,
I shall cause this bed and
all the occupants on it to disappear.
Disappear?
I should like to see a cheapjack
tenth-rate entertainer
do a trick like that.
"Cheapjack entertainer".
That was naughty.
- All right, Paul.
- Where to?
To the Island of Naboombu.
I'm very curious about that place.
Good. Bed, take us
to the Island of Naboombu.
Enough of this nonsense.
Get the book.
Beastly climate.
I never did fancy the sea.
- Where are we?
- Naboombu, of course.
I've never seen
no island like this before.
I'm afraid we may have
fallen into the lagoon.
That's right.
Here we are on page three.
Oi, Mr. Codfish.
Hello, young fellow.
Welcome to Naboombu Lagoon.
Now I'm hearing things.
Fish don't talk.
Not too bright, is he?
- He's me brother.
- Oh? Sorry.
Mr. Codfish,
where is the Island of Naboombu?
You mean the land part? Oh, that.
Straight up. You can't miss it.
None of my business, of course,
but I shouldn't go there if I were you.
Having troubles, they are.
Troubles?
He's right, you know.
A lot of trouble.
Trouble or not,
we should be getting along.
I wish to see who is in charge.
What's the rush?
It's rather splendid down here.
For you, my dear.
Thank you.
How pleasant.
Bobbing along
Bobbing along on the bottom
Of the beautiful briny sea
What a chance to get a better peep
At the plants and creatures of the deep
We glide
Far below the rolling tide
Serene
Through the bubbly blue and green
It's lovely bobbing along
Bobbing along on the bottom
Of the beautiful briny sea
What if the octopus
The flounder and the cod
Think we're rather odd?
It's fun to promenade
Bobbing along, singing a song
On the bottom
Of the beautiful briny sea
Look!
It's lovely bobbing along
Bobbing along on the bottom
Of the beautiful briny sea
What a chance to get a better peep
At the plants and creatures of the deep