I've waited another year. Luckily for me, this gang of seafaring sailors return for their 4th adventure. Their vistas just seems to get more deep in detail, layers, and dimension, but still retain the innocent sparkle of shiny white teeth, newly brushed with the corrective application of childlike wonder. If Crest could bottle that, I'd be the first to sign up. In the meantime, serve me another story of Octo-goodness and I'll go to sleep thinking that the world can still be a very nice place to be.