It's late one night in Santa Carla, and the coven of vampires known as the Lost Boys are sat watching the people mill about the boardwalk, looking for their next meal. "David, I'm starving, man! can't you just pick some surf-nazi already?" Paul whines. David shakes his head. "Nah, we'll find just the right meal. I can smell it." He takes a sniff of the air. Dwayne sits silently behind him, watching as Paul pouts at Marko. "Hey, we can grab a surfer snack later." Marko teases, and Paul nods.