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MARTIN THE WARRIORI am that
is.
My sword shall wield for me.
(Pan flute music)
♪
You know, Constance, I still
half expect to find old
Methuselah at dinner.
Matthias has taken his death
very hard.
I worry about him.
I worry about the whole
Abbey.
Our spirit is gone.
And, it’s not just because of
old Methuselah.
We need Martin the Warrior back.
And, I wish we knew what Cluny
was up to.
Since that circus left, we’ve
seen nothing of him...or his
rats.
Hmm, I don’t believe
we’ve had one new visitor.
I wonder, could there be a
connection?
Cluny is surrounding the
abbey, cutting us off.
It’s my acorn.
Yar be dreamin’, mousey, me
see ’em first.
And I say, you didn’t.
Certain, I did.
Did not.
Certain, I did!
Did not!
Please, you two, stop this.
By gar, Abbot, be not my
fault, it is, me see ’em first!
Did not.
Did.
Did not.
Did!
It doesn’t matter who saw it
first, our rule is to share.
Can’t you see what's happening
here?
It’s not natural for us to be
always locked up inside four
walls, and Cluny knows it.
He’s using it to wear us down.
But, we must be strong.
If Redwall Abbey is to have any
hope of survival, we must work
together.
Sorry, Father Abbot.
Let an Abbey down, we won’t,
Father Abbot.
I know you won’t.
♪
But, I still say me see ’em,
first.
Didn’t.
Did.
Didn’t.
Did.
Since Cluny stole Martin the
Warrior, he’s had terrible power
over us.
Yes, it is as if he’s stole
our very spirit.
No passage.
Not for anyone, understand?
But, but, this is how I make
my living!
Besides, this food must reach
Redwall, or everyone inside will
starve to death.
Death?
Exactly.
(Choking)
Seize his wagon and take the
food to my kitchen.
Yes, Chief.
And, what should we do with the
mouse?
Get rid of it.
(Laughing)
And, get rid of those two
brainless guards.
I need real guards on the
roadblocks.
BOTHYes, Chief.
If this plan is to work, not
one kernel of corn, not one
grain of wheat, is to reach
Redwall Abbey.
Understand?
BOTHYes, Chief.
(Growling)
(Crow cawing)
Anyone thirsty up here?
What?
Oh, yes, how terribly kind, dear
girl.
Still nothing?
Nothing.
Not so much as a flea.
Yes, and I tell you all, I
don’t like it.
I don’t like it one little bit.
Maybe, they really have gone.
Hmphf.
Hmm, that is devoutly to be
wished, my dear.
But, the woods are simply far
too quiet.
Downright unnatural, it is.
What’s Cluny up to?
m*llitary ploy.
Force the besieged to sweat,
fall out amongst themselves.
I’ve seen it used before.
Effective tactic.
Hmm, maybe you’d be happier
fighting on his side.
Are you questioning my
loyalty?
Please, don’t argue.
Don’t you see?
It’s his plan; everyone's
getting so upset with each
other.
Sorry, Basil.
Thoughtless.
My fault.
No offense, taken.
Not much we can do, but wait.
’Fraid you're right, old
girl.
He’s out there, all right.
And, close, too, I’d wager.
It’s a matter of when, and how.
♪
Matthias.
Any sign of life?
Nothing.
Things are getting pretty tense
up there.
How are they holding up in
Cavern Hole?
Not well.
It’s this waiting that's making
everybody edgy.
I’ve never seen morale so
low.
Constance almost accused Basil
of treachery, and--
That wretched sea rat is
winning without f*ring a single
sh*t.
Smart fellow, outsmarting us.
But, what can we do?
Dashed if I know.
That’s where the problem
started, don’t you know.
Since Martin was stolen, morale
has floundered.
You’re right.
We must get it back.
It’s that, or abandon the
Abbey.
BOTHAbandon Redwall?
If militarily appropriate.
Not a pleasant thought, to be
sure.
But, there may be no other
choice.
Indeed, it may already be too
late.
This is terrible.
Even Basil is thinking of giving
up.
I don’t think he really means
it.
If Basil deserts, it could be
the final straw.
(Sighing)
(Gasping)
♪
Jess, too?
Pick your feet up, you
lily-livered slime!
(Yelling)
(Swords clashing)
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Chief...Chief!
Chief?
Chief!
Are you all right, Chief?
Argh, what are you all
staring at?
Lift that ram proper, you
idle devils.
(Crowd Yelling)
(Groaning)
Imbeciles!
(Crowd Yelling)
You idiots.
Stop tunnelling under the parade
ground.
Pick your feet up, you lily
livered--
Stop!
I’ll hang the next rat who
moves!
Morons, I leave you in charge
for one day, and look at them.
Useless, like mad frogs in a
bucket.
I hate failure!
There is only one punishment for
failure.
What is it?
(Gasping)
Death...
Death, by execution.
Give me one good reason why I
shouldn’t add two more heads to
my banner.
We’ll try much harder next
time, Chief.
Definitely, much harder.
That’s the best you can come
up with?
We’re not that good with
words.
Silence!
I don’t have time to train new
Commanders.
You live, because the day I’ve
been waiting for has arrived.
Oh, thank you, Chief, you’ll
never regret it!
We’ll make you proud.
Today, with their own
standard turned against them, we
shall march on Redwall Abbey.
On to Redwall!
(Cheering)
(Crowd chanting "Cluny, Cluny!")
Anything happening out there?
I can’t believe what I'm
seeing, Cornflower.
Uh, I thought Basil was the
staunchest of us all.
Those two think our cause is
hopeless.
Maybe the time has come to
realize that it is.
Matthias!
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(Bell ringing)
(Crowd chattering)
Ran into Mossflower Woods,
tails between their legs, they
was.
Both of ’em?
So, it’s over, then.
Doomed, we are, for sure.
We’re not doomed until I say
we are!
Everyone, please, there is no
cause for alarm; and even less
cause for talk of doom.
Hmphf.
I’ll tell you what we know
about the absence of our two
friends.
Hah, some friends!
Quiet!
Thank you, Constance.
You have all heard about Basil
and Jess’ departure, but
whatever their reason for
leaving, I’m sure it is one that
we will all understand in due
course.
They wanted to escape
from Cluny.
(Crowd Chattering)
Everyone, please.
You must understand, nothing has
changed.
We are in no immediate danger.
(Bird screeching)
DUNWINGKillee, killee,
Cluny killee!
Dunwing, slower.
We don’t understand what you're
saying.
Squawk, big rat fella!
Cluny?
Yes, him Cluny fella.
Him, Cluny fella, and lots and
lots of other fella, by the
church.
St. Ninian’s?
Yes, St. Ninian’s.
Many bad rat fella come this
way.
Killee, killee all!
(Crowd chattering)
Cluny is coming?
It’s the att*ck!
And, if they’re at St.
Ninian’s, they're almost here.
Get ready, everybody.
We’ve lost our friends, not our
hearts.
We must remain calm.
The worst thing we could do is
panic.
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What are you thinking, Abbot?
We have defended ourselves
bravely, but our hearts aren’t
in it, anymore.
If I allow another battle, more
terrible bloodshed...I can not.
I can not!
You’re going to ask Cluny for
terms of surrender...
I must protect those in my
care, even if it means losing
our beloved Redwall.
I need your support in this, my
dear friend.
Hmphf...
I will never surrender
Redwall.
Cornflower, haven’t you heard?
Cluny’s coming.
Yes, I’ve heard.
So, why are you doing the
dishes?
I don’t want the others to
panic, so, help me dry.
They’ll feel better if
everything seems normal.
Father Abbot is talking about
surrender.
He must think that’s what's
best for us.
What do you think?
He’s wrong.
Cluny will accept our surrender,
then make us his slaves.
We have to stop him in terms he
understands.
The Abbot is gentle, but I
think he’s mistaken, and you are
right.
But, what can I do?
You know when things started
to go bad.
When Cluny stole the
tapestry.
Exactly!
So, we have to get the tapestry
back.
Easier to say than to do.
You’ll think of something.
Hm, I will?
Who else?
Martin the Warrior expects it,
Matthias, and Redwall needs you.
Thanks, Cornflower.
I won’t let you, or Martin down.
(Dunwing screeching)
Him Cluny fella be near.
Thank you, Dunwing.
We know.
Can you tell me where he is?
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Come on, cheer up!
Don’t let old Cluny win before
we’ve even started.
Can we b*at him, Matthias?
If you think you can.
Even better if he thinks you
can.
Come on, show Cluny hasn’t
broken us.
(Crowd cheering)
Yeah!
That’s it, right!
♪
(Gasping)
I’ll pull up the rope once
you’re on the ground.
No, drop it to me.
How did you know?
You have to hurry.
Thanks, Cornflower.
Take care...warrior.
♪
(Crowd chanting "Cluny, Cluny!")
Ha!
First inside the Abbey dines
alongside me in the great hall!
Redwall!
I’ll put you on the spit,
mouse!
(Laughing)
Ow!
What?
Jess!
Keep going, Matthias, I’ve got
you covered!
Up there!
A squirrel!
Never mind the squirrel, get
the mouse!
Tsk tsk, officer striking an
enlisted creature.
Bouncing bad form, old chap.
Get him!
Grab that hare!
(Grunting)
I want his head!
What’s the matter?
Own head not good enough?
No, it’s "dubious..."
(Yelling)
Ugly looking brute, aren’t you?
Basil!
What, ho, young’un!
Appears we all had the same
idea.
Get old Martin back-- What?
(Grunting)
Look out!
You’re awfully slow, vermin.
Climb, Matthias!
I’ll meet you in the treetops.
To Redwall!
Get my tapestry!
(Groaning)
Get the hare, get the mouse,
get the tapestry...
Your flea-bitten old chief
should make up his mind.
It’s jolly confusing for
stupid types like yourself.
(Laughing)
(Grunting)
You...are...dead.
(Screaming)
Why aren’t you climbing that
tree?
Ah-ha!
(Laughing)
You’re finished, mouse.
It’s all over!
A deal...
Throw down the tapestry, and
I’ll let you live.
I give you my word.
How do I know you’ll keep
your word?
I gave it to you, didn’t I?
(Laughing)
All right, I’ll do anything
you say.
Just, please don’t hurt me.
(Laughing)
♪
Matthias, what have you done?
Kept a deal with Cluny.
Can we get away?
Climb on my back, and hold on
tight.
Easy, fools, you’ll damage
it.
(Crowd chanting "Cluny, Cluny!")
(Gasping)
A dish cloth?
(Screaming)
(Crowd cheering)
Well done, all of you!
That’s my Matthias.
Very well done, young man.
Bravo!
(Applauding)
I ask your forgiveness.
Some of us did succumb to
doubts.
Absolutely understandable.
Us sneaking off like thieves in
the night, and whatnot.
Still, no harm done.
Morale restored, hey, what?
Well done!
Well done!
(Grunting)
Very kind.
Very kind, old girl.
Traitors!
Snivelling cowards!
Someone will pay for this.
Those two!
They helped the enemy.
Get them.
Bring them to my blade.
(Screaming)
(Bell tolling)
(Crowd chattering)
Careful, now.
It must be perfect.
No seams.
Now, that looks better, don’t
you think?
Ha-ha, I knew you’d do it.
Not alone.
Jess and Basil risked our trust
to do the right thing.
It’s shameful that I doubted
them for a second.
That was Cluny’s doing.
Divide and rule.
And, it almost worked.
Well, he’s just made us
stronger than ever.
Yes, he made us all stronger
than he could ever imagine.
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