As I swung the ship's steering wheel hard to the left and turned the Roaring Plankton leeward, I tried my best to tune out the constant obnoxious chatter of that scaramouche Hanrahan to my right, as he yammered on and on about there are no animal crackers left in the galley, and why aren't there any animal crackers left in the galley, and oh, by the way: the peanut-butter supply is dangerously low as well, and anyway, who ate all the friggin' animal crackers, and yada yada yada (I later pilloried the garrulous milliner by forcing him to walk the plank wearing nothing but a pair of water-wings and a strategically-placed clown-nose--though I stopped short of actually pushing the obstreperous hunchback into the deadly flounder-infested waters).