One Piece: The white cat pirates

Fennel: Wait a minute, man... I don't like fighting, and I can heal wounds by touching them.... I can be the cook!

Vii: Depends if you can cook a decent meal, Mister Funnel.
Mishka: Fennel.
Vii: Fennel... If not, you'll just be our doctor and I'll continue cooking our meals.

Fennel: I dunno, it sounds pretty complicated. Why don't I just be the doctor?

Mishka: Doctor Fennel it is then!
Vii: Alright. Tunnel can be our doctor. Good, good.
Mishka: Fennel.

Fennel: Hey this works out, I think I might actually be a doctor! Either that or a navy admiral...

Vii: If nothing else, you've got a job as a member of our crew, Mr. Funnel.
Mishka: Fennel.
Vii: That.

Fennel: It's okay, man. Sometimes I can't remember my name. So where's your guys' ship?

Mark:We're right in front of it.

Vii: Well, our ship isn't a typical ship so to speak. Say, where is it anyway? *looks at he empty harbor*
Mishka: Right, right. Security measure. Automatically dives after a few minutes of being surface. *pulls out a remote, pressing the switch*
The submarine surfaces, revealing the port entrance and much of the top portion of it to the surface, a deep green color clashing against the blue waters.
Vii: Ah, there's our big pickle.
Mishka: I've told you thousands of times now, the paint is special and allows the hull to stay intact at deeper sea levels! If I had access to any other color with this paint, I would've repainted it by now. So DON'T call it a pickle! >.<

Mark: Think I should shift to human form? So I can fit better.

Fennel: Woah, cool! So how does this pickle thing work?

Mishka: Not a pickle... Anyway, it uses pressurized cow flatus to make itself raise and lower into the ocean and it has motorized propellers on the back to propel it forward. No need for winds.
Vii: Why cow farts?
Mishka: Because that was the only way I could capture the kind of gas I needed to use in the submarine's internal pressure system. Really, I just need a lot of CO2, but I don't know where to get that. So farts it is.
Vii: Anyway. We need to get the supplies down first.
Mishka: Yeah. *presses another button and a cyan tractor beam pulls the crates and barrels into the ship*
Vii: Now why don't you have one for us?
Mishka: Yeah sure, I had the components to transport living, breathing people via tractor beam. You take what I can get you.

Mark: Co2 you say. what about Cola?

Mishka: Cola? *rubs her chin* Hmmm. That could actually work. Plus it's much easier to pour cola into the pressure system than it is to trap cow flatus in jars.

Mark: Plus if you have extra you have have a tasty beverage.

Vii: No thanks, cola gives me gas.
Mishka: That'd be the whole point of it in the pressure system!

Mark: How do you put up with her?

Fennel: Do I get my own room and stuff?

Mark: Yeah what's the bed arrangements?

Mishka: Yeah, there's individual rooms. But most of the living space is a couple halls of bunks. I'd assume from the schematics, the individual rooms are meant for the upper echelons of the ship's supposed crew. I dunno. I couldn't afford to wing the plans in the event that I'd screw up a measurement somewhere. This ship wasn't my idea after all. Was to build it from the blueprints though.

Mark:I think i'll stay in human form while on the sub.

Fennel: Yeah I'll stay in human form, too.

Vii: Yes, both of you stay in human form. *walks along the gang plank toward the hatch, opening it and climbing down the ladder to the inside*

Mark:*shifts to human form* You don't transform like i do Fennel.

Fennel: So are you part dinosaur or something?