All aboard for the transcribed premiere production, the crews of the Paul Parrot, that thrilling story of wailing days and buried treasure.
Old Ezekiel Kipp, the man who years ago had sold his rights to the treasure to Ezra Grange and was believed dead, has shown up very much alive.
And with his new companion, Red Mulhollay, have seized the old one-legged sailor Dickon, promising to do him harm if Ezra Grange and Captain Dalton and his crew do not leave the island at once.
As soon as he received the threatening note, Captain Dalton tells Mr. Grange and little Sue Grange and Johnny Robbins, who are quartered in his cabin ashore, that he will immediately collect all his men and set out to find Dickon.
But at this time, the rumbling of the volcano on the island grows louder and louder, and an eruption seems ready to occur any moment.
As fire starts streaming from the crater, it is obviously necessary for everyone to get off the island at once. And yet, Dickon must be found.
It is now the middle of the night, and the beach is a scene of much activity as the men make ready to return to the ship.
Captain Dalton hurries to and fro, barking orders, and over the whole scene, the scarlet light of the rumbling volcano falls, making a weird picture.
Lively there, men. Loose the painter on the other whale boat. Mr. Buscara, Mr. Grange, and the two young lads will go back to the ship in your boat. Step lively, me hearties. When we get aboard the power parrot, we'll have to weigh anchor and stand out to sea a bit.
Tell them how far that burning ash may fall when old Smokeymouth gets started. Johnny, isn't that the scariest sight you ever saw? Everything looks like it's on fire with that red light all around.
Oh, it's not so scary.
Don't those awful rumblings even scare you, Johnny? The whole island feels like it's shaken.
Well, it is sort of creepy. But Sue, I don't want to leave the island.
You don't? Why not?
I'm afraid something may happen to Dickon. Gee, I wish I could find him.
But we'll be back after old Smokeymouth has swiped it, Johnny.
Yes, but Sue, you can't tell how much lava and fire and ash will come out of the volcano. Dickon might get hurt.
Yes, you're right. Look, there goes the first boatload of men back to the ship. We'll have to go too any minute now.
Sue, do you think maybe while they're not looking, we might creep away into the trees over there and try to find Dickon? In all the excitement, they may not miss us.
They would too, Mrs. Johnny. You know that. Listen, my brother and Captain Dalton are arguing about something.
Now look here, Captain Dalton. We can't leave you here on this island.
Mr. Grange, I want to stay ashore until the last possible moment. But I want to make sure every hand is aboard first.
If I can find Dickon in those last few seconds before the lava starts coming down the mountainside, it may mean saving his life.
But Captain, you're risking your own life. We can't lose the most valuable man aboard the ship.
Mr. Grange, I owe my life to Dickon. He once knocked a gun out of that swab I'll test his hand just as he was about to shoot me.
And by the North Star, until my last breath, I'll try to save him.
Very well. I see there's no use to argue with you, but be careful, Captain. And come back as soon as that ash starts to fall.
Aye, aye, sir. As soon as the goan gets heavy, I'll put him out and come aboard. This little dory here's all I need. I can handle her by myself back to the ship.
Well, good luck, Captain. And may you find the black-hearted swab that's holding Dickon and pay him off for good and all.
Aye, sir, that I shall. And... Oh, that!
Throw me down! There's the spare whale boat from the foul parrot coming ashore with one man in it.
Aye, Captain, it's First Mate Wainwright.
Flash me to a yarder. He's supposed to be in charge of the ship.
Ahoy, Wainwright! What's in the wind?
Ahoy, Captain! Wainwright, be careful.
To port, mate, to port, to port! Port your helm, mate, for that smooth stretch.
Aye, aye, mate, that does it, that does it.
Aye, Captain, I saw all hands on beach here and old Smokeymouth spitting fire.
And I guessed you were planning to stand off from shore till the volcano is quieted down.
I lowered the spare boat ready to come ashore if needed.
And when Nicholson's boat made the ship and he told me what happened to Dickon, I had to come.
I've asked George there's no need to tour to stay on ashore.
Let's not risk more lives than we must.
You go back with some of the men in your boat. It'll lighten the load in the other boats.
Roy, mate, are you figured on staying here?
I've got to hunt for Dickon. I won't leave till the last second. You may later that.
There's no telling what may happen to old Dickon when Smokeymouth really breaks loose.
So help me, Roy, if you stay ashore, I will too.
It'll need both of us to roll your dory back.
Mr. Wainwright, are you forgetting I'm your captain?
Blow me down, you'll take orders from me.
Roy, are you forgetting I'm your friend? We've got a weather to blow together, mate.
Well, I...
Oh, vast, you're grizzled, old Walrus. I guess you're right.
We're mates, fair weather and foul.
Good, Roy. Two sets of keen eyes searching for Dickon will be better this time of year.
Oh, Johnny, Mr. Wainwright's going to stay ashore with Captain Dalton.
Let us stay too.
Let's do, Sue. Nobody's looking right now. Let's run for the trees.
All right, let's go.
All hands put to sea. Make for the ship.
Mr. Wainwright's staying with me, Mr. Grange.
We'll join you when we find Dickon, or when it gets too hot for us here.
Very well, you're a master, Captain.
Oh, but wait. Where are Sue and Johnny?
Blow me down, they're gone. I haven't been keeping an eye on them.
Surfer and whitefish. I'll bet they ran back in the woods to hunt for Dickon too.
You know how much they like that, old soul.
Good Lord. They're in terrible danger. I'm staying ashore too.
Hold on, Mr. Grange. There's no sense in putting yourself in danger too.
They've gone the same way we'll be traveling. We'll catch up with them.
We'll take them back to the beach. They'll wait in the boat until we come back.
Oh, this is a horrible business. This confounded treasure is costing us dearly.
Captain, you've got to find them.
We will, sir. You may lay to that. Come ahead, George.
Aye, aye, sir.
Now our job's doubled, Roy. We've got to find the youngins too.
Aye. I didn't dare show Grange how worried I am, but there's no point in getting him lost too.
Batten down my hatch, Roy. We've got to find Johnny and Sue. We've got to.
Aye, George, I know it. Let's head for the other side of the island.
That's the only place our men haven't explored.
That's the only place anybody could be hiding, old Dickon.
A bass there. Footprints. Little ones.
Blow me down, George. We're right on the heels of Johnny and Sue. Hurry, hurry.
I can't help wondering what's happening to Dickon right now.
I tell you, Kip, I don't like it. I don't want to be caught in a bloody furnace when that blooming volcano starts to rip.
Easy, matey. Easy, I say.
Old Smokey Mouth has been doing that for many a day since I've been here.
His bark is worse than his bite, I tell you. He's never erupted yet. Just like showing off a bit.
I don't like it. The air is full of sulfur so you can't even draw your breath. I don't like it.
I say leave the old man here and let's us roll off the sea till the worst is over.
Let me tell you something, you big rawhouse.
The kind of volcano that splits out a lot of fire and smoke usually sends out burning ashes falling far away from the volcano itself.
It seldom rolls molten lava down its slopes. Them's the quieter ones and them's the most dangerous.
The safest place here is close to the foot. Right here where I've built my cabin.
How can we be safer here in the lee of that fire-breathing monster than out to the sea?
You can't tell how far out to sea them ashes will fall.
Sitting out there in the boat watching the fireworks, you're just as apt to get a red-hot clinker on your head as not.
You better be right, Blasher. I tell you old man, if things start falling on the roof of this shack, I'll... I'll flay you alive, you old buzzard.
Ah, Red, let's stow this blasted argument. Let's go out and see how the one-legged swab is getting along outside.
Ah, he won't be doing nothing, mate. When Red Mulhollay lashes them up, they stay laced. He won't get them ropes off.
No, sir. Ah, see? There he lays, just like we left him.
Blast, you bill scum. Why, if I get all of these ropes, I'll stave in your sights for you with the pig leg and you can lay to that.
Now, now, me hearty, strong talk will get you nowhere. When your mates leave the island, you'll be set free. You'll not be harmed.
You blatant albatross. You'll suffer plenty of harm if you don't batten down your hats.
Well, you... you... you blooming rats, I'll... I'll scuttle your dicks for you.
Ah, scuttle the ship, make him walk the plank.
Ah, stow that, you crazy pelican. I don't see why we didn't get rid of that parrot. I never did like he's squawking.
It was no business of ours if he followed along when we reaped in Dick End, was it? His squawking don't bother me none.
Ah, bash the redhead to the ardor and boil him in blubber.
That's enough out of that bird. I'm gonna finish him. Where's my gun?
In your pocket, you lubber. But I see no use wasting ammunition on a parrot.
Redmull Hooley, if you shoot Paul Parrott, you'll never raise your hand to do another act and you may lay to that.
Ah, still it. Here's where you squawk your last squawk, bird.
Paul, Paul the Bast, look lightly. Look lightly there.
Did you get him?
Nah, he's fluttering away. May have winged him, I don't know, but at least he's gone.
Well, you... you... you... you big lump of blubber. If that bird's been harmed, you'll never stop regretting it.
I know a certain one-legged bird that's gonna get shot if he don't stop his squawking.
The Bast, look, there's somebody coming through the woods.
You all right, Kip? What should we do now?
I knew they'd come. That'll be me mates come to fetch me, you swabs. Now you'll pay.
Put the gag in Dickens' mouth so he can't call out and drag him in the hut.
We can go up a bit the mountain slope and lie and wait.
When they come close, they'll see the cabin and come up and we'll have them covered with our guns.
It's just what I was thinking, Kip. I use my kershift to gag him.
Don't you try that filthy rag...
A Bast, whoever it is that's coming, that blasted parrot is guiding them here.
I knew I should have shot that bird. There, he's in the cabin. Let's go.
Right behind the cabin and up the slope, matey.
Blast it, I don't like climbing up this slope.
You never know when that volcano's gonna rain hot coals down our necks.
We're safe, I tell you.
You better be right, Kip. You better be right. Here they come.
Ahoy! Blowers in that cabin, come out or we'll shoot!
Don't let them see you till you get up close.
It's that Blumenkampen Dalton himself that made Wainwright blast me.
I'd like to put a shot into that Blumenkampen. I swear I'll get him sometime.
You will, you will. Wait till he gets closer. Look, the parrot's flying into the hot...
That bird sure likes that one-legged sailor.
Come out, I sailor. Blow me down, I'll fire.
Let me shoot at him, Kip.
Wait till they get just a little bit closer, Red. We can't afford to miss.
Look out! There's rocks falling down on us.
He hit that bloody volcano. I knew you was crazy, you bastard old bosser.
I might get killed. I'll show you.
Run, Red, run! A bass! Don't hit me! I never thought it would...
I've got to save my skin while I run.
A bass, look up the hill. There goes that lover Red.
Stop or I'll shoot!
Get him.
I can't see. He has so full of smoke and sulphur from old Smokeymouth.
Our parrot's calling from the hut. Maybe Dickens in there.
All right, Roy.
Come here. Aye, aye, George.
Look, there he is on the floor. Trust up.
I'll loosen the gank in his mouth.
Blow me down. He's got as much rope wound around him as a full-rigged ship.
I knew you wouldn't fail me, Captain.
You have filed parrot to thank for us finding you, Dickens.
He led us right through the woods to the hut.
Batten down me, Hatch. Look there in the doorway.
Hello, Captain. Dickens. Gee, I'm glad we found you.
Johnny and Sue.
Oh, you had no right to leave the beach when you were to go aboard.
Mr. Grange has worried sick over you.
And so have we all.
But we helped you. Those two men might have shot you.
We crept up the side of the mountain when we saw Red and that old man was Dickens down here at the hut.
And then when you came out of the woods and they came part way up the hill,
they were just ready to shoot at you.
Yes, but you see, we were just a bit behind them and we rolled rocks down on them.
They were frightened and Red hit the whole man and knocked him out.
And then ran away when you fired at him.
Captain, we're the luckiest lovers on land or sea to have two such brave young souls with us.
Aye, aye, Dickens, right you are. It's lucky for us you did run away from the beach.
All together again, me hearties. Way ain't your problem.
Oh, Paul's right. We'd better get on our way back to the harbor.
There's no telling what may happen next.
The volcano. She's really starting now.
Clouds of hot ashes are falling.
There's a cave over there behind the hut. It'll be safer there than in the hut.
Make for it. The volcano's loose and we're in for it now.
Rocks, rocks, ships, powdering, rocks.
Now our friends are in danger.
They're all united again, but old Smokey Mouth is really starting to go into action.
Will the cave in the hillside afford them enough protection?
What has happened to Red and old Ezekiel Kipp?
We must tune in for the next adventure in this exciting cruise of the Paul Parrot.
Your Paul Parrot announcer is Dave Ward.