Horror:
[singing] Sixteen men on a dead man's stomach.
Fantasy:
No, no! Chest! Chest!
Horror:
Oh, uh, chest. Chest. Ah, hee, hee, hee, ha, ha, ha, ha! [singing] Yo, ho, ho! And a bottle of rum!
Richard Tyler:
Aah! Aaaaaah...!
Tom Morgan:
Evil spirits!
Horror:
Hee, hee! [jumping off the tree with a vine] SANCTUARY!! [knocks the pirates down, then landed on the ground] Huh!
Richard Tyler:
Horror, you are alive!
Tom Morgan:
[using the gun with Horror] Not for long! Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee!
Horror:
Aaaaaaaaaaah!