Fiddler Crabs Octonauts

-SIREN WAILS

-'Octonauts, to your stations!'

Barnacles!

Kwazii!

Peso!

-Explore!

-Rescue!

-Protect!

Octonauts!

The Octonauts And The Fiddler Crabs.

Woohoo! It's a wild one, mateys.

-We need to secure the Octopod.

-Already on it, Captain.

That should keep us safe.

Now, let's see how everybody else is doing out there.

Activate Octo-scope.

-That little island is really getting pounded by the storm.

-Zoom in, Dashi.

-Look, fiddler crabs.

-I hope they're all right.

The fiddler crabs will use their claws

to tunnel into the sand to stay safe.

But their beach is getting destroyed by this storm.

-Captain, the Octo-scope is gone.

-Can you track it on the radar?

There it is.

THEY CHIRRUP

-Uh-oh!

-It must be somewhere on that island.

Let's find our Octo-scope and clean up that beach.

Kwazii, Peso, to the GUPs.

FRENCH ACCENT: Fiddler crabs, the storm is over.

But our beach, it's a mess!

CRABS ALL TALK AT ONCE

Silence!

We have claws, do we not?

-CRABS:

-Oui, we do.

-We will use them to clean this up.

Let me show you how it's done.

HE STRAINS Just warming up.

CRABS ALL GASP

It is a giant crab!

Ho-ho, you, what business do you have on our beach?

I'm warning you, stand back.

Whaa! To the tunnels!

No sign of the crabs yet.

It will be quite a job finding the Octo-scope in this mess.

We had better clear it all away first.

Look at these tiny balls of sand.

Shellington, what do you make of these?

It looks like they were made by the fiddler crabs.

They put sand in their mouths, eat tiny bits of food from it

and then spit the rest out in little balls.

Then we must be near their tunnels, we'll have to be extra careful.

Octonauts, let's clean up this beach.

Our beach looks good enough to eat!

This is no time to eat.

This giant crab may not be our friend.

This seaweed just won't come off.

But look, he's giving us a friendly wave.

-Hello. Bonjour.

-CRABS: Bonjour!

Maybe this will get it loose.

Ah-ha! That is no friendly hello, that is a challenge.

The giant crab thinks he can take over our beach

with a snap of his giant claw.

Will we surrender our home to this giant nincompoop?

-CRABS:

-No!

-Then, sideways march!

That's better. Octonauts, the beach looks great.

I'm sending you a scan of the beach, I've found the Octo-scope.

Those must be the fiddler crabs' tunnels.

And there's the Octo-scope, buried in the sand.

We'll have to dig it out by hand so we don't disturb their homes.

If we start digging right there and we are very careful to avoid...

Hey, giant crab, I saw you wave your claw.

I accept your challenge.

HE COUGHS: I said, I accept your challenge.

You think you can ignore me, you yellow-bellied crab cake?

Take that, and that and that! Chop, chop, chop!

Oh, and now you are trying to eat me, you sorry excuse for a crab!

Shiver me whiskers!

-It's the fiddler crabs.

-And somehow they're being chased by the GUP-D.

We have to stop it before they get hurt.

-Ouch, my claw!

-I'm a medic, I'll help...

-We've got to catch up with...

-Ow! Calm down, you scurvy...

Ow!

Time to sound the Octo-alert. Octonauts, to the HQ!

Octonauts, we have cleaned up the beach and found the fiddler crabs.

-Hello.

-But we have a big problem. The GUP-D

is out of control, it's tunnelling under the sand.

-Dashi, can you track it?

-Looks like the GUP-D's moving fast.

The fiddler crabs' tunnels, they'll be destroyed!

Then we need to stop it fast, but... Ouch!

These fiddler crabs aren't making things easy for us.

They like to keep their homes to themselves.

They wave their claws and snap at strangers who get too close.

Unless they let us help them, they won't have any homes at all.

I will never surrender!

Shiver me whiskers, one of those crabs is inside the GUP-D!

-Give us back our leader, giant crab!

-That's not a giant crab.

-That's our GUP.

-Whatever it is, it ate our leader.

Fiddler crabs, we are the Octonauts.

We need to work together to stop our GUP and save your leader.

If we don't, your homes will be destroyed.

CRABS ALL GASP

We will let you help us. No more snapping.

And you may tend to my claw.

Stop that GUP!

There's only one way to catch it now.

Kwazii, jump!

-Yes!

-Please, stop pressing buttons.

Peso, look out!

Flappety flippers!

Victory is mine!

-Captain!

-The GUP-D made too many tunnels under the sand,

it's created a sinkhole.

Hold on, Peso.

Kwazii, give me your paws.

Excuse me. Allow me, mon ami.

The Octo-scope. Octonauts, grab on.

Well, we found the Octo-scope. What now, Captain?

-We'll have to swing for it. Ready?

-ALL: Ready!

Good work, Octonauts.

None of the fiddler crabs' tunnels were destroyed by the sinkhole.

Thank you. You saved us.

Our beach is clean, the giant crab is defeated and our homes are safe.

This calls for a celebration.

But what about the sinkhole?

Don't worry, we will fill it up in no time.

Fiddler crabs, let's eat.

Eat and spit, eat and spit, eat and spit, eat and spit,

eat and spit, eat and spit, eat and spit.

-Wow!

-You don't see that every day.

There, no more sinkholes.

THE CRABS ALL CHEER

-You little mateys must really like that sand.

-But of course.

-CRAB BURPS

-Excusez-moi.

THEY ALL LAUGH

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