It had been three days since that awful trip, but the crew was recovering. Paul and Robbie helped Reverend BigDawg set up three huts. There was one for the guys, one for the girls, and one for the holy puppets. Paul had continued with his Phillip Ruffu-like ways, and it had gotten him a broken arm and a fractured collarbone. They'd constructed him a sling, but Paul still couldn't use his left arm. Luckily, he was right handed. Pastor Penguin and Bishop BigFrawg had gone out and had caught two or three fish. They would've caught more, but Bishop BigFrawg kept jumping in the lagoon and chasing the fish shouting: "I am Bishop-a Big-aFrawg!!!!" Presently, Robbie was talking to Arthur Fonzerelli.
  "Aaaaaaaay," Fonzerelli shouted, "don't call me, Arthur. I'm the Fonze. You ever watch Happy Days? You nerd!"
  "No, that show sucks." Robbie laughed.
  "Aaaaaay!" The Fonze cracked his knuckles, "I guess it's time for a rumble. Put'em up, you nerd."
  "This isn't peachy keen, man!" Robbie patronized. "Don't be a hood, you punk!"
  "Hey, wait a sec, here." The Fonze turned. "There are three chicks on this island, and we're just standing around fighting? Now, I think that we all know what to do here?"
  "Heh, heh." Robbie said in a low tone.
  "Dat's right," the Fonze snapped his fingers, "go pick wildflowers. Ay, whoa, ay!"
  "Crazy!" Robbie walked back to the hut where Rachel and Marie were bawling like itsy-bitsy babies.
  "Hey, hey, hey!" Robbie stammered-oo, big word, "what's wrong?"
  "Shut up, Robbie!" Rachel continued crying as Marie explained. "Paul and BigDawg were captured by natives out for their morning shout cession!"
  "That's ok." Robbie continued on his way. "What! They were good, and now..."
  Their wails rose higher and higher until they were an ear-piercing squeal.
  "Ok, ok, ok," Robbie shouted over their screams, "the Fonze, me, and Pastor Penguin will go out, and we'll bring back Paul and Reverend BigDawg."
  "Hey!" John appeared in a tree. "Aaaaaaaaaah!"
  He fell from the highest branch, carrying a coconut.
  "John, this is your story!" Robbie laughed. "What the ---- possessed you to come here?"
  "Hey, it's my story. Bye!" John vanished, and in his place, stood a magical dove.
  "Quick, Dower, the arrows!" Marie shouted.
  No sooner had she said this, had seven arrows gone straight through the dove, and continued on, until they split a palm tree in two.
  "Whoa!" Fonzy came over, "Ay!"
  He walked off.
  "Good kill, Dower!" Rachel shouted.
  "You idiots!" John materialized, "This dove lays golden crap. If you take of the golden crap, it will bring you good luck. But not any more, now you shall receive bad luck, for I have foreseen-ouch!"
  Rachel, Robbie, and Marie had chucked two coconuts each at John's head. John collapsed, and then disappeared.
  "What was-a that-a for!" BigFrawg demanded, hopping up to them. "What did-a he ever do to you?"
  "He puts crazy messages on my answering machine!" replied Robbie.
  "He bugs the ---- out of me in orchestra," replied Rachel.
  "He insulted me by calling me Marie "Pimento"!" replied Marie.
  "But, but, but, who cares!" Bishop BigFrawg turned to the Fonze and Robbie, "Go get Pastor Penguin and fetch my cousin and that Phillip Ruffu imitator."
  "Yes sir, Bishop sir!" Robbie shouted, "Shall we take von coffee?"
  "Nonononononono!!!!!!!" Bishop BigFrawg shouted, "I love-a the coffee. You take-a the coffee, you get-a a shmackey. Do not-a take-a the coffee. Never-a!!!"

  Paul pulled again at the ropes of seaweed that bound him and the large reverend to the large boulder.
  "Uh man!" BigDawg clasped his hands in prayer, "Lord! This is Reverend George BigDawg. Help me, Lord! Get me out of this here mess! Oh man, my tail hurts! I call upon your name Lord! You are my God, and I am to serve you throughout my days. Remove me and this little boy from this boulder of Satan. Save us from the savages that you have sent forth. Amen!"
  Nothing happened.
  "Dagnab it!" BigDawg laid back. "Oh no, here they come."
  "Kill man and dog! Kill man and dog!" They formed a circle and ran around the boulder chanting. "They must die, D, I, die. They must die, D, I, die!"
  "Ay!" The Fonze ran up. "Whoa, ay ay, whoa!"
  "No kill dog! No kill man, ay whoa ay, whoa ay, whoa ay!" The natives ran in terror as the Fonze cracked his knuckles in their direction.
  "I still got it." Fonzy looked embarrassed. "No, that's Malph's catch phrase. I got it made in the shade. No, that's Potsie's, oo, Potsy. Ok, umm, I found my thrill. Wow, that's Cunningham! Umm, sit on it! Ay, whoa!"
  A giant snake appeared in front of the Fonze.
  "Whoa!" The Fonze snapped his fingers. "That should've done it. Uh oh! Whoa, whoa, aaaaaaaaaaaaay!"
  The snake transformed into a twenty-foot tall hawk. The hawk caught the Fonze in one of its talons and then put all its weight upon him, instantly crushing him beneath itself. It let out a low squawk and flew away with the Fonze limply dangling beneath it.
  "Ok." Paul murmured.
  "Oh man!" Robbie shouted as he came up. "That hawk can really yell! You guys ok?"
  "Thank duh Lord!" BigDawg grinned. "Hey wait! They're coming back, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"
  "You thought we listen to Fonze?" One asked. "We have no want listen to Fonze. We want kill you!"
  Just before they came upon them, Robbie dashed out through some underbrush and away from Pastor Penguin.
  "Now listen here!" Penguin squeaked. "I know karate, kung fu, and how to operate a microwave, yeah! I can also open a door."
  "Kill penguin first!" Three natives leapt upon the penguin's back, hammering his small head with their mallets.
  "That kind of hoits." Penguin fell forward. "Ouch, stop it, ok? Hmmmmm, the boys at the home will hear about this. Ah, that also hoits. You's better stop that!"
  "Ay!" BigDawg broke through the chains. "That is my good buddy, Perry Penguin. You mess wi' duh penguin, you mess wi' duh me!"
  The overgrown chiwawa ran at the three startled natives, beating them against trees, rocks, and just about anything he could throw them against. Within about twenty seconds, all were unconscious.
  "Alright!" BigDawg helped Paul out of his chains, and then they went back to the hut.
  "I am-a Bishop-a BigFrawg!" BigFrawg shouted. "I love-a the coffee. I will do my happy dance now!"
  Pixy fairies appeared, and Rachel and Robbie served up a delightful tea party, and there was fun had by all. They discussed the queen's latest decree that stated: "All who do not wear pants will be thrown into a vat of steaming vanilla ice cream." Then, they conquered the world.

  Just sit right back and you'll here a tale, a tale of a tiny plane that started off with a co-pilot and a pilot who was insane, a pilot who was insane. The cap was a holy reverend man, whose name's Rev BigDawg. His co-pilot, an Italian guy named Bishop BigFrawg, Bishop BigFrawg. Conditions started getting rough the tiny plane was tossed. If not for the numerous parachutes, the crew would all be lost; the crew would all be lost. They landed on the shore of this uncharted desert isle: with Rev BigDawg, Pastor Penguin too, Bishop BigFrawg, Robbie and Paul, Rachel T, a couple other people are, here on some crappy isle.