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We find our friends on a really big boat they built, 

cruising the ocean. Stanley moans at Sammy, who is 

hogging down on some watermelons, "Don't eat all 

of them, or else you will destroy our stock of 

watermelons." Sammy mumbles something, and 

continues eating the watermelons, but slower.Hoppy 

is sipping some rum, fresh from some kegs, and is 

suddenly startled by a loud shout. "ANTS!!! ANTS ON 

THE DECK!!!" Stanley fumbles and drops his 

magazine, and turns his head to look at Hoofy, who 

is swatting some ants that just came to munch on 

watermelon rinds, and slurp down some rum stuck in 

the bottoms of some bottles. Stanley sighs, "Neat 

freak..." and scoops up his magazine while Hoppy 

teased, "The clean pony..." and pours himself 

another bottle.

Stanley opened his magazine, and flicked through 

some pages. Then, he found an advertisement that 

said, "HAWAII, 04829-38348, Call Dolphin Travel 

Services Today!" "Interesting.." thinks Stanley. He 

then shouts, "Hey guys, look at this!". Everybody 

scrambled to see the magazine. "It's just a dumb 

travel flier..." says Sammy, sucking his paws after 

chomping a bit of the watermelon slice he was 

holding."Well, we could go there for our next 

adventure." interrupts Stanley. "Yeah, yeah. 

Whatever." snarls Sammy as he slices another bit of 

his watermelon. "Let's go pack!" hinted Hoppy. "And 

you...Stop that!" warned Hoppy as he clambered 

down the ladder leading to the storage room. 

Sammy tried to spit watermelon seeds at him, but 

the trapdoor closed before he could.

Then, the friends took a plane ride to Hawaii. At the 

gates, Sammy hid in his suitcase. He had an idea, 

and was planning a surprise, and he didn't want 

anybody to know about it.On the plane, Hoofy asked, 

"Has anybody seen Sammy?" "He's probably begging 

the pilot for more food." joked Hoppy as he snacked 

down on his plane meal. Stanley shrugged, and 

continued reading the magazine he had produced out 

of the seat pocket. Hoofy was busy rubbing his 

hooves up and down with some baby wipes, until 

they sparkled and shone. "This plane is infected with 

germs..." groaned Hoofy, as he threw the baby wipe 

into the trash can, and grabbed a new one from the 

packet. Meanwhile, Sammy had unzipped the 

suitcase, climbed out, and began preparing. A few 

hours into the ride, Sammy had finished, and zipped 

himself, and everything back into his suitcase.

After they get out of the airport, our friends clump 

themselves into a jeep, going to their hotel. Stanley 

talks with the driver, a grasshopper, about the island, 

while Hoppy and Hoofy chat with each other. "The 

island is pretty big." says Hare, as he slumps deeper 

into the comfy seats. "Yeah, but talk about those 

palm trees!" shouts Hoofy, pointing his well-polished 

hoof at a bunch of palm trees nearby."And, and 

these seats, they have diiirt...wedged between the 

edgeeess..." moaned Hoofy, shifting his rump left 

and right on the seats. "No need to worry about that, 

Hoofy. I've got just the thing for you." sighs Stanley, 

as he takes a piece of folded tissue out of his pocket. 

"You didn't stain it?" asked Hoofy. "Yes." sighs 

Stanley. "No germs?" "Yes." "No dirt?" "Yesss." "Not 

been used as a face wipe?" "YES!!!" "Okay then." 

Hoofy takes the tissue, and carefully wipes the seats.