Surf II: The End of the Trilogy

Oh no.

No, no.

No!

- Okay, my name's Freddy Snakeskin

here on Cahill, we're going to be giving away those tickets

for the killer pussy show, tonight at the Form.

But let's check in with the score man,

with the alleged surf report.

- Well, thank you, Snake

and this is the surf report, brought to you by Buzzz.

This really sucks.

Let's go.

Whoa!

Oh, what's that?

That's a girl.

Girl.

Can you say girl?

We'll explain later.

Big Head.

- Oh no, it's Mr. Beaker.

Hold it!

Going somewhere Chuck?

Bob.

Bob.

Chuck.

Cindy Lou.

Lindy Sue.

Wendy Sue.

Cindy Lou.

And Mr. Big Head.

Yeah, dude.

We're going crazy listening to this lousy high school band.

- Well, we'll just have to bring that

up with our principal, Mr. Daddy-O.

Hey, Daddy-O!

Quiet!

Go home!

Yo mama!

I have some terrible news.

I can't hear!

- I said I have some terrible news.

What?

- Couple of our students have been seriously injured.

Big deal!

The boys cut the class

and met with a terrible surfing accident.

What?

- I said, they'd met with a terrible surfing accident.

Surfs up!

What is that out there?

I guess it's nothing.

Could have been a sub.

Can't be too careful, you know.

Hey Daddy-O.

What have we here, ship?

Well, I'm not sure, but nobody goes near the water

until I get to the bottom of it and don't call me ship.

Inspector Underwear.

Get over here.

Asshole.

I want you to dust the beach for prints.

Excuse me son.

All right.

The way I see it,

either we've got several hundred maniacs running loose

or we've got a serious problem.

- What makes you think that? - How else could two boys

be attacked out there in the middle of the ocean

during broad daylight.

Could be a great white.

Never thought of that.

No, this looks like it was clone by professionals.

I want you to keep all those kids

in school until I crack this case.

Gosh.

In the school.

But it's the weekend.

That's your problem.

I've got enough trouble on my own around here.

I don't believe it.

A couple of guys get wasted and what do they do?

Close the beach.

What a bummer.

Kids.

Oh, here it is.

Clear the area.

All right, everybody clear the area.

Hey, no problemo, Chief.

Let's bail.

Yeah, Buzzz Cola.

Yeah, what do you want?

You're being a jerk O'Finlay.

That's got nothing to do with the Cola.

Listen, wasn't my advice right?

Didn't I advise you to put the fruit juices

next to the gay magazines?

Didn't it work?

Well then what the?

What the hell are you talking about it?

Look.

Stop whining, will ya?

- Oh yeah, one more thing O'Finlay, shlong.

What an asshole.

Oh here, good, good.

Watch this.

This is great.

All right.

This is great.

Here he goes.

This is great.

He loves it.

He loves it, look at that.

Here he goes.

Hi boys.

Popcorn?

Hey.

Hey, all right.

Whip it wet, ha.

Hanger living.

Tuber city.

Buzzz power.

Right.

Right this way.

Nice looking group of boys.

Good point.

I think there's a couple extra cases in the back.

I love meeting new clients.

Don't forget to stock up for the holidays, you know.

That's right.

- There's Super Bowl and World Series.

Yeah, Pro Bowl.

Kentucky Derby, Indy 500.

He's loaded, Indy 600.

Whatever you want. This is a school job, hey son.

Yeah, Jesus.

Oh yeah, right this way.

Mother's Day.

- Just put that down anywhere, that's fine.

Thanksgiving.

Oh, he's a strong one.

Right over there Hercules.

Amazing.

Guys got shoulders like the Parthenon, look at that.

Extraordinary.

Can I get some of this, it's gonna have to be washed.

You got company coming maybe.

- I can't believe they drink that shit.

Well they got no taste,

look at the way they dress.

Would you mellow out?

Come on guys, cheer up.

They can't keep the beach closed forever.

It's bound to be open for the big surf contest.

Yeah.

But what are we supposed to do in the meantime?

- You could pay little bit more attention to us.

Check it out.

Hey look, it's her again.

The new girl.

Her name is, Sparkle.

Sparkle.

Sparkle.

I can't believe it,

after all this time, you can't even remember our names.

Pretty radical.

Must be from LA, a bow, bow.

No doubt.

No one else would be crazy enough to drink that crap

our dads call Cola.

- You have to drive to stay alive.

Johnny you can't.

It says it's out of order.

Don't matter.

I can't read.

He's got an IQ of 53.

That's impossible.

I know.

I cheated.

A bow, bow.

Hi, you guys.

Hey.

Hello, Sparkle.

- Nice night for a walk on the beach.

You bet.

- How about starting with a long walk on a short pier?

- Excuse us, it's past their bedtime.

Jocko, dad said 10.

Hey Becker, get two pal.

- Gee, I hope I didn't say anything wrong.

- Forget it, you can come with us.

Yeah.

It's full moon out, perfect for night surfing.

You wanna come watch?

- I don't think that's a very good idea.

Aren't you worried about those two guys who got mutilated

out there today?

No, we'll surf around them.

Bitchin'.

Whoa, looks like a big one.

- I hate this, everywhere I go, your punks follow me around.