Lt. Singh: The Commissioner begs that you accompany me to his office with the utmost speed.
Dr. Benton C. Quest: Oh? What seems to be the trouble?
Lt. Singh: This lowly person can not reveal. Must see Commissioner Wah.
Commissioner Wah: Lately, many people living in the Swamp Lake area have become sick eating the Quetong fish from the lake, the same fish they have been catching and using for food for centuries.
Dr. Benton C. Quest: Strange.
Commissioner Wah: And stranger still is fact that no investigator sent to the lake has returned.
Dr. Benton C. Quest: You say you've lost four men in this area?
Commissioner Wah: Yes, Dr. Quest. We feel something sinister, something criminal, is going on, but we've made no progress. We are completely baffled. We need your help.
Dr. Benton C. Quest: There's something about the orient - captivating but at the same time sinister, like this fish.
Dr. Benton C. Quest: You boys are staying here.
Jonny Quest: [glumly] I know... "where we'll be safe."
Dr. Benton C. Quest: So, Singh is an enemy.
Roger T. 'Race' Bannon: And he's got the boys.
Dr. Benton C. Quest: We've got to hurry. He doesn't know we saw the tape. We'll trick him into leading us to the boys.
Commissioner Wah: Is he dead.
Dr. Benton C. Quest: No, not yet. You'd better get him to the hospital.
Commissioner Wah: It would be best if he were to die. If he lives, he will be shot as a traitor.
Roger T. 'Race' Bannon: What do ya think, Doctor? Singh was pretty incoherent with his babbling about block houses, plans to set up secret missile bases...
Dr. Benton C. Quest: I know, Race. It's not much to go on, but we've got to find the boys.
Roger T. 'Race' Bannon: I wonder what Singh meant when he said that "the trees have eyes."
Sentry Post 6: Post Number 6 calling Post Number 5. Answer. Is anything wrong? Over. Post 5, come in. Come in. Over.
Roger T. 'Race' Bannon: Uh... Post 5 here. Everything under control.
Sentry Post 6: You know the rules. Strict silence must be maintained. Out.
Dr. Benton C. Quest: [spotting a sentry seated on a block house] Look, Race. There's the block house. Think you can get him from here?
Roger T. 'Race' Bannon: I don't know. I'll switch to full power.
[Race shoots; no visible reaction]
Dr. Benton C. Quest: Afraid he's out of range, Race.
Roger T. 'Race' Bannon: Yeah. I guess we'll have to take care of him the hard way.
Dr. Benton C. Quest: [as the Quests' swamp boat is fired upon] How 'bout a little more speed, Race.
Roger T. 'Race' Bannon: Sorry, Doctor. This electric job's built for silence, not speed.