About seagulls getting lost in a fog and flying in towards the lights.

[ Sebastian ] We don't have fog this time of year! [ Mitch ] Make our own fog!

How do you figure to do that ? We can use smoke pots, the way the Army uses them.

- Look! - [ Seagull Crying ]

They're attacking again. Melanie, you stay in here. Come on, Al !

[ Seagulls Crying ]

Look out !

[ Gull Crying ]

[ Muffled ] Look at the gas. That man's lighting a cigar !

[ All Shouting ] Hey, you ! Watch out ! Don't drop that match !

- Get out of there! - Mister, run !

[ Screaming, Warnings Continue ]

[ Shouting, Indistinct ]

[ Calling ]

[ Screeching ]