Duration: 41.1s

Once inside, their path ended at a heavily bolted door, naturally. But Dolittle still had questionable contacts on the island. Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut... The opening bid will suffice. You have my attention. Don Carpenterino, I'm here on behalf of these humans. They will pay you handsomely for your family's lock-picking skills. You come to me for this, on the day of my daughter's wedding? Wait a minute. Which daughter? It's not... Sh-Sheila? My Sheila? She's getting married? - To a scorpion named Dylan. - Sorry, Boy Scout. I guess Sheila's into bad boys now.