The sun beats down onto the sands of the Jersey shore, the summer and tourist season having just begun. Under the boardwalk and away from prying humans, sea crabs and hermit crabs alike scuttle about, still a bit wary of each other but much less than in years prior.

"Ay, oh!" A few happy shouts can be heard, and the bulking crab form of Bobby Marinara can be seen roughhousing with a smaller green haired crab. "Cmon, manny, don't be a chump. I know you can break outta 'dis!" He calls out. As he's waved off and Manny scuttles of, he smiles. Few people know it other than Armens girlfriend lil' sister Shelley, but he's a softie at heart. "Little punk don't know what's good for em'." He says with a smile, shaking his head. He can already see Manny picking another fight, and Jimmy I'd backing him up.

Seeing a few fellow crabs lifting, he cracks his claws and flexes a bit. "Eh, might as well getta few good reps in befo' clubbing ta' night. I'm sure Armen's uncle Bobby will let us in dis' time, we been so good lately." Just as he goes to step to the little weight set made of bolts and screws discarded by humans, he sees a flash of radiant color further away in the sand dunes. Squinting, he follows forward. "Wat da..."