Green computer text on a black, starry background. In the foreground, the ship has landed on the nearby asteroid. The Oysters are piling out of it in a long line, and ahead of them, the Walrus and the Carpenter have set up a glass dome, in which the Carpenter is unrolling a picnic blanket and the Walrus is admiring a bottle, just pulled out of an open picnic basket sitting on the blanket. Next to the dome is a rather smaller wooden crate marked INSTA-DOME. Green tentacle-y things are beginning to encroach on the edges of the comic from off-screen.

Narrator: 0103 "But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,

Narrator: 0104 "Before we have our chat;

Narrator: 0105 For some of us are out of breath,

Narrator: 0106 And all of us are fat!"

Narrator: 0107 "No hurry!" said the Carpenter.

Narrator: 0110 They thanked him much for that.

Narrator: 0111 "A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,

Narrator: 0112 "Is what we chiefly need:

Narrator: 0113 Pepper and vinegar besides

Narrator: 0114 Are very good indeed--

Narrator: 0115 Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,

Narrator: 0116 We can begin to feed."

Cut to a close-up view. The Oysters face the Walrus and the Carpenter, who have their backs turned to the camera. The Oysters have gone from violet to blue. The Walrus and the Carpenter are both holding knives and forks behind their backs. The green things linger over their shoulders, still mostly off-screen.

Narrator: 0117 "But not on us!" the Oysters cried,

Narrator: 0120 Turning a little blue.

Narrator: 0121 "After such kindness, that would be

Narrator: 0122 A dismal thing to do!"

Narrator: 0123 "The night is fine," the Walrus said.

Narrator: 0124 "Do you admire the view?