Susie: Oh, yes. I saw them near the bank this morning, but I didn’t realize what they were going to do.
Phineas: I’ll go tell the Sheriff. He’ll throw out the fishnet.
Susie: (wailing) Oh, don’t leave me! Stur-geon-na be trouble.
Phineas: Don’t you fret, Susie, gal. Hide behind that clump of seagrass till I come back. (PHINEAS leaves, RIGHT. SUSIE also leaves, LEFT, apparently to hide. OLIVER enters RIGHT and LOUIE, LEFT.)
Oliver: Well, we made our get-away all right.
Louie: Yep, but I’m scared, boss. We’ve got to catch that little starfish before she talks.
Oliver: Well, where is she? She came this way.
Louie: ’Course I kinda hate to hurt her. Gosh, she’s purtier than Marlin Monroe!
Oliver: Forget it! Don’t be a sucker for a pretty fish.
Louie: Reckon you’re right. I’ll go look that-a-way. (leaves, LEFT.)