The scene opens with Ned wandering in what appears to be the cavernous insides of a whale. He is eventually approached by Pons and others.
Ned: Land o' Goshin! Dis here's da innards of a whale! I been swallered by Maybe Dick!
Pons: Hey, Ned. Funny meeting you here.
Ned: Jumpin' Gehosophat, Pons! You got yerself ate by Maybe Dick too?
Pons: You must be dreaming, Ned.
Ned: I ain't never seen no whale's insides, Pons. How'd I know what ta dream?
Pons: Some kind of cartoon idea of what it might be like.
Ned: Oh? Ya mean like Pin-o-chee-oh? Dat wood kid what got drunk in by a big ol' whale?
Pons: Monstro.
Ned: So we're in Monsteroh's belly, huh? Ain't dat somethin' ?
Pons: More likely, Ned, you're only dreaming you're here.
Ned: But I got dis fishin' pole. Why would I a brung dis if I were just dreamin' ?
Pons: Dreams are random, Ned. Things just show up out of your subconscious so your brain can discharge pent up thoughts. That way you won't go crazy.
Ned: Now wait a gall dang minute dere, Pons. I got no ideer what da heck you just said. How could I be dreamin dat?
Pons: It could be nonsense words that only seem to have meaning in your dream state.
Ned: Well dat dang near resemblifies how it is when I'm waked.
Jonah: Either of you boys know how to get to Albuquerque?
Ned: Lordy, Pons! Dis here's dat ol' boy what got swallered by da whale in the Bible.
Pons: You mean Jonah?
Ned: No. Dat other dude what built da big boat den filled it full a all da animals aseptn dinosaurs an' unicorns.
Pons: That was Noah, Ned, not Jonah.
Ned: Ain't dat what I said?
Pons: But Noah wasn't eaten by a big fish.
Noah: Yes I was.
Pons: What happened to Jonah.
Moses: Who?
Pons: Oh wow, Ned. Your dream is getting a bit weird.
Ned: Weirderer dan being in the belly of a gia-gantic whale?
Geppetto: Have you boys seen my son?
Pons: Pinocchio?
Geppetto: We pronounce his name - Pin-o-chee-oh.
Pons: Well, of course. In Ned's dream you would.
Ned: Don't it smell fishy in here, Pons?
Pons: It does. Did you eat fish before you went to sleep?
Ned: I 'member eatin' some leftover tuner fish.
Pons: How LEFT over was it?
Ned: Well I put it on some bread fer a sammich on Tuesdee; left it on da counter fer a day; put 'er in the frigatater on Thursdee; pulled it out an' left it on da windersill 'til Saturdee.
Pons: A week!?
Ned: Well, I meant the Saturdee afore dis lassun.
Pons: It's a wonder it didn't kill you.
Ned: Gee willickers, Pons! Ya think I might be in one of dem co-mers?
Pons: Let's just say that rancid tuna is causing this odd dream.
Ned: Glad I didn't pick one a dem cent'ry eggs ta eat.
Pons: You have hundred year old eggs?
Ned: Naw. Dey about a year dough.
Pons: Right. Good thing you didn't eat one of those.
Ned: We mighta ended up inside a dang chicken.
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Author Notes
Whale World 9
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