High above the Manhattan skyline, Olive D'Oyle looked over a geologist's report. She had changed. For years she had endured the hairbrained schemes of a sailor that promised her the moon but never made any money. Surely Popeye couldn't keep her in the lifestyle she was accustomed to back in Sweetwater. Bluto had gone on to bigger and better things too. He was elected to public office (under the usuall conditions of threat of bodily injury)the congressman from Sweetwater. She grew tired of being the damsel in distress. To secure a future for herself she went into investment banking and made millions. She looked over the project report for drilling on Skull Island. Only one person stood in the way a little old lady named Cleopatra Hagee. (C Haggee for short) It was her island and she wouldn't budge. "I'll have to get her off the island myself", Olive said to herself. "Get me Peepye, Pipeye and Poopye my attourneys" she yelled out her office door to her secretary. "Yes mam, right away" "Nothing's gonna stop me from getting that oil",she said, "Or nobody either".