>opening credits are a silhouette of a surfer against the full moon set to some gnarly alt rock
>our heroes are a bunch of beachbums, in the opening they make their way to the beach, picking up each character along the way and introducing them
>they reach the beach and start to surf, but almost collide mid-wave with some snooty rich yuppie surfer named Thaddington the Third
>he puts them down, and explains that his dad is going to buy the beach and turn it into a private resort and that the riff-raff will never surf there again
>our dude goes forehead-to-forehead with him
>"you don't even know what surfing is all about, with your fancy $2000 surf board and your armani trunks and your butler serving you gatorade from a silver cup!"
>"oh yeah? I could outsurf you pond-life any day of the week. in fact, why don't we make it interesting? surf competition. two weeks. if you win you can have the beach. if I win, you losers will have to serve me as butlers at the new resort, for free, and you'll never surf again."
>he drives away on a golf cart
>"dude, why did you agree to that? you saw how stable they were on all those fancy boards. heart isn't everything you know!"
>dude stays behind after everyone leaves, sadly surfing as the sun sets. once it gets dark he returns to the shore and begins packing up
>"bleh!"
>he scans the horizon for the strange sound
>"radical! bleh!"
>it's Surf Dracula, hanging ten on the midnight waves, riding his board like a coffin
>"those were some sweet moves, mr...?"
>"dracoola, dhey call me dhe count"
>"you're amazing! will you surf for us in the competition?"
>"I vould be happy to... but alas, I can only surf at sundown. dhe sun, she burns my icy flesh..."
>"damnit! if we don't win that competition in two weeks they're gonna steal the beach!"
>"two weeks? you mean dhe day of the great eclipse, not seen for 1000 years?"

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Alright, I'm listening. Who plays the hot chick being coerced into dating Thaddington until she warms up to the local boys?