02x03 - Where the Little Folk Go
Posted: 03/14/24 14:57
♪
(Cups clinking)
(Crowd cheering)
(Laughing)
♪
Redwall!
♪
♪
Redwall!
(Screaming)
(Gasping)
Strike me rudder, I didn’t
steal your rotten old cart.
I only wanted to play on it.
Shiver me mast, I ain’t messed
it up or broke nothin’.
On me affidavit, I haven’t.
Oh!
(Laughing)
Oh!
Oh, be still, you little
wretch.
(Screaming)
Or I’ll run you up a tall oak
and drop you off the top.
A little water pirate, eh?
Right, laddie, quick as you like
and no fibs, what have you done
with our young ’uns?
(Giggling)
Speak up, you blinkin’
rapscallion.
(Laughing)
So, me hearties, a funny
rabbit, that one.
Talks nice though.
Funny rabbit?
(Laughing)
No manners at all, these water
wallopers.
Hmph.
♪
Come and talk to me, young
’un.
You’ve no need to be frightened.
Don’t like the rain, eh?
Odd for an otter.
Now, what do they call you,
young ’un?
Cheek.
BASILHmph, Cheek, not
surprised.
What’s your name?
Matthias, Matthias of
Redwall.
So tell me something, Cheek.
Maybe.
Were there any other
creatures with this cart when
you first saw it?
Stow me oars, I say there
was.
Two wicked old weasels.
Deadnose and Fengal, they called
themselves.
So, what’s your names?
We’ll ask the questions,
laddie.
(Laughing)
Tell you nothing ’til you
tell me your name.
Why you impudent little--
(Thudding)
(Laughing)
Basil, just tell him your
name.
Oh, all right.
Basil Stag Hare, veteran scout
and retired foot soldier, don’t
you know.
(Laughing)
Barrel Stick Chair?
That’s a silly name.
That’s it!
(Screaming)
Let him go, Basil.
We’ve just enough time for a
late lunch, then we’ll be on our
way.
What do you say to a vegetable
pasty and a drop of cider?
Thanks, but I think I’d
rather down a couple of bilberry
muffins.
Mm.
JESSAnd a nice thick chunk
of cheese.
Quick slice of nut bread and
candied chestnuts.
Yes, that should do it for me.
Huh?
I’m hungry.
Funny, I thought you were
Cheek.
(Laughing)
He’s funny, he is.
Information first, then food,
all right?
This is what I heard.
This Fengal says, "Let’s stop
the cart and get back to the
others."
Right, mate.
I’m sick of trailing this old
thing.
If we leave now, we can be
back with Slagar and the others
by tomorrow night.
Nobody will come after us in--
"Weather like this."
Then he goes that-a-way.
And that’s all I know.
Ah, ah.
And my name is?
Basil Stag Hare, don’t you
know.
And don’t you forget it.
(Laughing)
Mm!
Oh, that’s good.
So it was a false trail.
Yes, and heaven only knows
how far Slagar’s got by now.
Agreed, so we best be on our
way, and hastily.
Right, then.
Off with you now.
Go on, back to your mum and dad.
Cheek doesn’t have mums and
dads.
I wanna go with you.
You can’t come with us.
We’re on a long and dangerous
journey, and you might get hurt.
Cheek doesn’t get hurt.
And Cheek has more information.
Mm, mm.
Something only Cheek knows at
the moment.
Hm.
Huh?
All right.
Tell us something we don’t know,
and maybe we’ll let you come
along.
Mm.
It stopped raining.
Tracking time.
How’s that for good
information?
(Clapping)
Top ho, Cheek, old lad.
A very ingenious answer.
Matthias, I think we need a
brainy fellow like this.
What do you say, hm?
Well, you just be sure you
behave yourself, understand?
(Laughing)
Oh, we’re going to regret this.
(Basil laughing)
♪
No sign of the young ones?
No, but the others may have
had more luck.
We found this on the trail.
(Clearing throat)
"East through woods.
Signs of cart.
B.S. Hare."
They found tracks, good.
Still, it’s funny the tracks
lead east.
They started off going north.
If they were going east, why
didn’t they leave that way to
begin with?
It would have got them where
they were going a lot quicker.
If they really were going
east.
You think Slagar has laid a
false trail?
Perhaps.
And if he has, what direction
have the slavers really gone?
We must find a way to answer
that question.
There’s little we can do in
Redwall.
There is always something we
can do, Constance.
Our brave searchers are the
doers, but we are the thinkers.
But how do we find the
children by thinking?
Not by thinking, but by
dreaming, old friend.
Sleep and dream.
Then come and see me in the
morning, and we’ll tell each
other what visions we’ve seen.
Good night, Father Abbot.
He wants us to dream?
That doesn’t mean we can’t
make plans of our own.
Tell the others to prepare
supplies for another search.
We’ll start with the morning
sun.
♪
(Grunting)
(Sobbing)
I can’t take any more.
We have to stop.
Hush now, Cynthia, don’t you
fret.
There’s probably a whole army
from Redwall out to find us.
I’m sure they’ll be here soon.
Don’t give her false hope,
Tess.
After all this rain, not even
Basil Stag Hare could follow our
trail.
I think Mattimeo is right.
We can’t count on the others
saving us.
No, we’ll have to do it
ourselves.
Agreed, no silly moves, but
if any creature sees the chance
of an escape, let us know so we
can organize it properly.
(Gasping)
Talking’s not allowed,
squirrel.
It’s time you learned some
manners.
(Growling)
One day I’m going to get free
of these chains, rat, and when I
do, all the canes in the forest
won’t stop me from getting you.
(Laughing)
You won’t get loose where
you’re going.
(Growling)
Help, m*rder!
Oof!
Stow the noise, addle-brained
whiner.
Didn’t I tell you--
(Choking)
Sh, quiet.
(Sniffing)
Chain the prisoners between
those trees and feed them,
understood?
Wartclaw, you and Badrag are in
charge.
Threeclaws, come with me.
Right, chief.
But where are we going?
Hunting.
(Laughing)
Hunting for slaves.
Oh!
Little striped dog, all
chained up, silly beast.
Why’d you let ’em do that to
you?
We’ve been captured by
Slagar.
Who are you?
Scurl Droptail’s the name.
Too clever to let them chain me
up.
Scurl Droptail, can you help
us?
Why’d Scurl help you silly
beasts?
(Laughing)
Not lending you my keys.
Matty, keys, he’s got keys to
our locks.
Scurl, if you’ve got keys, we
really need your help.
Okay, but it’ll cost you.
Whatcha got, eh?
Come on, whatcha got?
We need something to bargain
with, anything.
My father gave this to me.
I bet he’s never seen a blue
flower before.
This is my Season Day gift
from Mum.
It’s all I’ve got.
Mum’s champion climber tail
bracelet.
It’s my most precious thing.
Suppose I better throw this
in too.
Dad said it belonged to old
Abbot Mortimer, long before my
time.
It’s all we have.
Hm, not much, not much.
Oh, funny bell, though.
Ooh, and white rope would be
nice on Scurl.
Oh, yes, now try the bracelet
on your tail.
Well, Scurl, do we have a
deal?
Uh, deal.
So where are the keys?
Uh, don’t carry ’em.
Gotta go for ’em.
All right, but be quick about
it.
(Laughing)
Silly beasts, silly beasts,
trusting me.
(Laughing)
Made you think I had a key.
Stupid you, clever me.
(Blowing raspberry)
Scurl has pretty gifts for free.
(Laughing)
(Groaning)
(Laughing)
The stinking, lying, cheating
thief!
(Growling)
(Sobbing)
Come on, we must be strong.
We must--
(Sobbing)
Try to be strong.
(Humming)
Oh!
(Humming)
(Sniffing)
Oh, yes, m’hm.
(Sniffing)
Oh!
(Gasping)
Whoa!
(Laughing)
(Sobbing)
Tess, are you all right?
Yes, I’m sorry.
It’s just that my Season Day
present was the last thing I had
to remind me of my mother and
father.
Do you think we’ll ever see them
again, Matty?
I promise you we will, Tess.
Now, try and get some sleep
while you still can.
I’m not afraid of you.
(Gasping)
You big bully!
I’ve got a huge family.
Ow, ow, ow!
Wait until they get a hold of
you, they’ll tear you limb from
limb.
Silence, you little
pipsqueak, or I’ll have you for
breakfast.
(Grunting)
(Growling)
(Gnawing)
Who are you?
My full name’s Jubilation,
but they call me Jube.
All right, that’s enough
rest.
Back on your feet, all of you.
GUARDMove it, yah!
(Groaning)
No sign of Fengal and
Deadnose?
No, not that it matters.
You think they ran into that
little hedgehog’s family?
(Growling)
Who cares?
But you and Browntooth stop at
the rear and cover our tracks,
just in case.
Move out, double time!
(Groaning)
And in silence!
(Moaning)
What, oh...
(Laughing)
(Hawk screeching)
(Laughing)
(Exploding)
(Laughing)
Oh, oh!
(Mumbling)
What?
What are you saying?
Please, what are you trying to
tell me?
What, where am I?
Oh!
Oh, nearly got something.
But what?
My old friend who never grows
old, help me to help Matthias.
Which way must he go?
Where are the answers to be
found?
♪
MARTIN THE WARRIORSeek the
founder in the stones where the
little folk go.
(Yawning)
Oh, Abbot Mordalfus.
Are you all right?
What are you doing here?
(Groaning)
Martin spoke to me,
Constance.
He did?
What did he say?
"Seek the founder in the
stones."
"Where the little folk go"?
How did you know?
I heard it, in my dreams.
But what does it mean?
I’m sure I have no idea.
No matter.
If we all put our minds to it,
we will unravel this riddle.
And Matthias and his friends
must know too.
Up, up, up, everyone!
Martin has sent us a clue.
"Seek the founder in the stones
where the little folk go."
What does that mean to you?
CHEEKCome on, you three.
It’ll be the middle of next
season before we get anywhere,
the way you plod along.
(Gasping)
(Sniffing)
Ya ha!
Out of my way, scallywag,
you’re jumping on the paw
prints.
See here, there’s two of those
weasels.
I know that.
I’ve already found the paw
prints up ahead.
But they just stop.
What?
Well, why didn’t you tell us?
’Cause you’re always too busy
telling me off.
"Don’t run, come here, go
there."
You’ve made your point,
Cheek, so show us.
(Laughing)
♪
BASILStop!
Huh?
What’s the matter?
(Sniffing)
Hm.
(Gasping)
Quicksand.
Suck you down like a brick in
treacle.
(Sniffing)
So, now we know where Fengal and
Deadnose have gone.
Yuck, swallowed by quicksand.
What a horrible way to die.
Yes, but what drove them
here?
What manner of creature has
the strength to do this?
Just a minute, just a minute.
(Yelling)
What do you hear?
Battle, fighting, some sort
of scuffle going on.
Over that way, I think.
Cheek, you stay here.
Let’s go take a look.
What’s he looking for?
More slaves?
THREECLAWSThat’s Slagar’s
business.
Ha, you’re only saying that
’cause you don’t know where
we’re going either.
(Laughing)
Do you?
(Screaming)
All you need to know is that
when we get these slaves to
where they’re going, you’ll
either end up very rich, or very
dead if you keep asking about
things that don’t concern you.
Did you hear that?
Nobody knows where we’re going.
We’re going south.
That’s the way the sl*ve
caravans go.
Someplace they called Malkariss.
Malkariss?
(Yelling)
ORLANDOGet off me!
Oh, you great stripy
varmint.
Give us back our Jubilation, or
we’ll spike you dead, so we
will.
Ha, get off.
I don’t want to use this axe
properly.
Keep away!
Something’s wrong here.
Woodlanders don’t fight each
other.
Let’s break it up and find out
what’s going on.
(Yelling)
Redwall!
Steady in the ranks there,
chaps.
Or Matthias, Warrior of Redwall
will dispense punishment of
fearsome kinds.
You heard him.
What is happening here?
He stole our Jubilation.
Oh, rubbish.
I’ve never seen a Jubilation.
You great stripy old liar!
Ooh, liar yourself.
Call her a liar again, and
I’ll break that--
Quiet!
Thank you.
Now, one at a time.
You first, sir, if you’ll be so
kind.
My name is Orlando the Axe,
from the Western Plain.
I was searching for my daughter,
Auma, when these mad hedgehogs
att*cked me for no reason.
We aren’t mad.
Quiet, noble hedgehog.
Is your daughter lost?
No, she was taken by Slagar
and his slavers.
(Laughing)
So that’s it.
Slagar and his slavers, I mighta
knowed it.
He’s the one that stole our
Jubilation too.
Who are you?
And what is a Jubilation?
Jabez Stump’s the name, and
this here is my wife, Rosyqueen.
And these are my ten daughters.
Jubilation is my only son.
Or at least he was my son, until
that thieving fox passed these
ways.
I have also lost a son to
Slagar.
So correct me if I’m wrong, but
are we not all on the same side?
You’re right.
Well, then, as it seems that
we all have a reason to catch up
with that foul blot, Slagar, I
suggest we join forces.
Sound proposal.
I admit, I need more help than
anybeast.
I’m hopelessly lost in these
woods.
Though by my axe, I’ll be
extremely useful when we catch
those slavers.
So be it.
We search together, in harmony.
We of Redwall solemnly join
forces with you as brothers.
And sisters.
And sisters, in our quest to
pursue Slagar to the end of his
days, to rescue our loved ones,
together.
ALLTogether!
♪
♪
(Cups clinking)
(Crowd cheering)
(Laughing)
♪
Redwall!
♪
♪
Redwall!
(Screaming)
(Gasping)
Strike me rudder, I didn’t
steal your rotten old cart.
I only wanted to play on it.
Shiver me mast, I ain’t messed
it up or broke nothin’.
On me affidavit, I haven’t.
Oh!
(Laughing)
Oh!
Oh, be still, you little
wretch.
(Screaming)
Or I’ll run you up a tall oak
and drop you off the top.
A little water pirate, eh?
Right, laddie, quick as you like
and no fibs, what have you done
with our young ’uns?
(Giggling)
Speak up, you blinkin’
rapscallion.
(Laughing)
So, me hearties, a funny
rabbit, that one.
Talks nice though.
Funny rabbit?
(Laughing)
No manners at all, these water
wallopers.
Hmph.
♪
Come and talk to me, young
’un.
You’ve no need to be frightened.
Don’t like the rain, eh?
Odd for an otter.
Now, what do they call you,
young ’un?
Cheek.
BASILHmph, Cheek, not
surprised.
What’s your name?
Matthias, Matthias of
Redwall.
So tell me something, Cheek.
Maybe.
Were there any other
creatures with this cart when
you first saw it?
Stow me oars, I say there
was.
Two wicked old weasels.
Deadnose and Fengal, they called
themselves.
So, what’s your names?
We’ll ask the questions,
laddie.
(Laughing)
Tell you nothing ’til you
tell me your name.
Why you impudent little--
(Thudding)
(Laughing)
Basil, just tell him your
name.
Oh, all right.
Basil Stag Hare, veteran scout
and retired foot soldier, don’t
you know.
(Laughing)
Barrel Stick Chair?
That’s a silly name.
That’s it!
(Screaming)
Let him go, Basil.
We’ve just enough time for a
late lunch, then we’ll be on our
way.
What do you say to a vegetable
pasty and a drop of cider?
Thanks, but I think I’d
rather down a couple of bilberry
muffins.
Mm.
JESSAnd a nice thick chunk
of cheese.
Quick slice of nut bread and
candied chestnuts.
Yes, that should do it for me.
Huh?
I’m hungry.
Funny, I thought you were
Cheek.
(Laughing)
He’s funny, he is.
Information first, then food,
all right?
This is what I heard.
This Fengal says, "Let’s stop
the cart and get back to the
others."
Right, mate.
I’m sick of trailing this old
thing.
If we leave now, we can be
back with Slagar and the others
by tomorrow night.
Nobody will come after us in--
"Weather like this."
Then he goes that-a-way.
And that’s all I know.
Ah, ah.
And my name is?
Basil Stag Hare, don’t you
know.
And don’t you forget it.
(Laughing)
Mm!
Oh, that’s good.
So it was a false trail.
Yes, and heaven only knows
how far Slagar’s got by now.
Agreed, so we best be on our
way, and hastily.
Right, then.
Off with you now.
Go on, back to your mum and dad.
Cheek doesn’t have mums and
dads.
I wanna go with you.
You can’t come with us.
We’re on a long and dangerous
journey, and you might get hurt.
Cheek doesn’t get hurt.
And Cheek has more information.
Mm, mm.
Something only Cheek knows at
the moment.
Hm.
Huh?
All right.
Tell us something we don’t know,
and maybe we’ll let you come
along.
Mm.
It stopped raining.
Tracking time.
How’s that for good
information?
(Clapping)
Top ho, Cheek, old lad.
A very ingenious answer.
Matthias, I think we need a
brainy fellow like this.
What do you say, hm?
Well, you just be sure you
behave yourself, understand?
(Laughing)
Oh, we’re going to regret this.
(Basil laughing)
♪
No sign of the young ones?
No, but the others may have
had more luck.
We found this on the trail.
(Clearing throat)
"East through woods.
Signs of cart.
B.S. Hare."
They found tracks, good.
Still, it’s funny the tracks
lead east.
They started off going north.
If they were going east, why
didn’t they leave that way to
begin with?
It would have got them where
they were going a lot quicker.
If they really were going
east.
You think Slagar has laid a
false trail?
Perhaps.
And if he has, what direction
have the slavers really gone?
We must find a way to answer
that question.
There’s little we can do in
Redwall.
There is always something we
can do, Constance.
Our brave searchers are the
doers, but we are the thinkers.
But how do we find the
children by thinking?
Not by thinking, but by
dreaming, old friend.
Sleep and dream.
Then come and see me in the
morning, and we’ll tell each
other what visions we’ve seen.
Good night, Father Abbot.
He wants us to dream?
That doesn’t mean we can’t
make plans of our own.
Tell the others to prepare
supplies for another search.
We’ll start with the morning
sun.
♪
(Grunting)
(Sobbing)
I can’t take any more.
We have to stop.
Hush now, Cynthia, don’t you
fret.
There’s probably a whole army
from Redwall out to find us.
I’m sure they’ll be here soon.
Don’t give her false hope,
Tess.
After all this rain, not even
Basil Stag Hare could follow our
trail.
I think Mattimeo is right.
We can’t count on the others
saving us.
No, we’ll have to do it
ourselves.
Agreed, no silly moves, but
if any creature sees the chance
of an escape, let us know so we
can organize it properly.
(Gasping)
Talking’s not allowed,
squirrel.
It’s time you learned some
manners.
(Growling)
One day I’m going to get free
of these chains, rat, and when I
do, all the canes in the forest
won’t stop me from getting you.
(Laughing)
You won’t get loose where
you’re going.
(Growling)
Help, m*rder!
Oof!
Stow the noise, addle-brained
whiner.
Didn’t I tell you--
(Choking)
Sh, quiet.
(Sniffing)
Chain the prisoners between
those trees and feed them,
understood?
Wartclaw, you and Badrag are in
charge.
Threeclaws, come with me.
Right, chief.
But where are we going?
Hunting.
(Laughing)
Hunting for slaves.
Oh!
Little striped dog, all
chained up, silly beast.
Why’d you let ’em do that to
you?
We’ve been captured by
Slagar.
Who are you?
Scurl Droptail’s the name.
Too clever to let them chain me
up.
Scurl Droptail, can you help
us?
Why’d Scurl help you silly
beasts?
(Laughing)
Not lending you my keys.
Matty, keys, he’s got keys to
our locks.
Scurl, if you’ve got keys, we
really need your help.
Okay, but it’ll cost you.
Whatcha got, eh?
Come on, whatcha got?
We need something to bargain
with, anything.
My father gave this to me.
I bet he’s never seen a blue
flower before.
This is my Season Day gift
from Mum.
It’s all I’ve got.
Mum’s champion climber tail
bracelet.
It’s my most precious thing.
Suppose I better throw this
in too.
Dad said it belonged to old
Abbot Mortimer, long before my
time.
It’s all we have.
Hm, not much, not much.
Oh, funny bell, though.
Ooh, and white rope would be
nice on Scurl.
Oh, yes, now try the bracelet
on your tail.
Well, Scurl, do we have a
deal?
Uh, deal.
So where are the keys?
Uh, don’t carry ’em.
Gotta go for ’em.
All right, but be quick about
it.
(Laughing)
Silly beasts, silly beasts,
trusting me.
(Laughing)
Made you think I had a key.
Stupid you, clever me.
(Blowing raspberry)
Scurl has pretty gifts for free.
(Laughing)
(Groaning)
(Laughing)
The stinking, lying, cheating
thief!
(Growling)
(Sobbing)
Come on, we must be strong.
We must--
(Sobbing)
Try to be strong.
(Humming)
Oh!
(Humming)
(Sniffing)
Oh, yes, m’hm.
(Sniffing)
Oh!
(Gasping)
Whoa!
(Laughing)
(Sobbing)
Tess, are you all right?
Yes, I’m sorry.
It’s just that my Season Day
present was the last thing I had
to remind me of my mother and
father.
Do you think we’ll ever see them
again, Matty?
I promise you we will, Tess.
Now, try and get some sleep
while you still can.
I’m not afraid of you.
(Gasping)
You big bully!
I’ve got a huge family.
Ow, ow, ow!
Wait until they get a hold of
you, they’ll tear you limb from
limb.
Silence, you little
pipsqueak, or I’ll have you for
breakfast.
(Grunting)
(Growling)
(Gnawing)
Who are you?
My full name’s Jubilation,
but they call me Jube.
All right, that’s enough
rest.
Back on your feet, all of you.
GUARDMove it, yah!
(Groaning)
No sign of Fengal and
Deadnose?
No, not that it matters.
You think they ran into that
little hedgehog’s family?
(Growling)
Who cares?
But you and Browntooth stop at
the rear and cover our tracks,
just in case.
Move out, double time!
(Groaning)
And in silence!
(Moaning)
What, oh...
(Laughing)
(Hawk screeching)
(Laughing)
(Exploding)
(Laughing)
Oh, oh!
(Mumbling)
What?
What are you saying?
Please, what are you trying to
tell me?
What, where am I?
Oh!
Oh, nearly got something.
But what?
My old friend who never grows
old, help me to help Matthias.
Which way must he go?
Where are the answers to be
found?
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MARTIN THE WARRIORSeek the
founder in the stones where the
little folk go.
(Yawning)
Oh, Abbot Mordalfus.
Are you all right?
What are you doing here?
(Groaning)
Martin spoke to me,
Constance.
He did?
What did he say?
"Seek the founder in the
stones."
"Where the little folk go"?
How did you know?
I heard it, in my dreams.
But what does it mean?
I’m sure I have no idea.
No matter.
If we all put our minds to it,
we will unravel this riddle.
And Matthias and his friends
must know too.
Up, up, up, everyone!
Martin has sent us a clue.
"Seek the founder in the stones
where the little folk go."
What does that mean to you?
CHEEKCome on, you three.
It’ll be the middle of next
season before we get anywhere,
the way you plod along.
(Gasping)
(Sniffing)
Ya ha!
Out of my way, scallywag,
you’re jumping on the paw
prints.
See here, there’s two of those
weasels.
I know that.
I’ve already found the paw
prints up ahead.
But they just stop.
What?
Well, why didn’t you tell us?
’Cause you’re always too busy
telling me off.
"Don’t run, come here, go
there."
You’ve made your point,
Cheek, so show us.
(Laughing)
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BASILStop!
Huh?
What’s the matter?
(Sniffing)
Hm.
(Gasping)
Quicksand.
Suck you down like a brick in
treacle.
(Sniffing)
So, now we know where Fengal and
Deadnose have gone.
Yuck, swallowed by quicksand.
What a horrible way to die.
Yes, but what drove them
here?
What manner of creature has
the strength to do this?
Just a minute, just a minute.
(Yelling)
What do you hear?
Battle, fighting, some sort
of scuffle going on.
Over that way, I think.
Cheek, you stay here.
Let’s go take a look.
What’s he looking for?
More slaves?
THREECLAWSThat’s Slagar’s
business.
Ha, you’re only saying that
’cause you don’t know where
we’re going either.
(Laughing)
Do you?
(Screaming)
All you need to know is that
when we get these slaves to
where they’re going, you’ll
either end up very rich, or very
dead if you keep asking about
things that don’t concern you.
Did you hear that?
Nobody knows where we’re going.
We’re going south.
That’s the way the sl*ve
caravans go.
Someplace they called Malkariss.
Malkariss?
(Yelling)
ORLANDOGet off me!
Oh, you great stripy
varmint.
Give us back our Jubilation, or
we’ll spike you dead, so we
will.
Ha, get off.
I don’t want to use this axe
properly.
Keep away!
Something’s wrong here.
Woodlanders don’t fight each
other.
Let’s break it up and find out
what’s going on.
(Yelling)
Redwall!
Steady in the ranks there,
chaps.
Or Matthias, Warrior of Redwall
will dispense punishment of
fearsome kinds.
You heard him.
What is happening here?
He stole our Jubilation.
Oh, rubbish.
I’ve never seen a Jubilation.
You great stripy old liar!
Ooh, liar yourself.
Call her a liar again, and
I’ll break that--
Quiet!
Thank you.
Now, one at a time.
You first, sir, if you’ll be so
kind.
My name is Orlando the Axe,
from the Western Plain.
I was searching for my daughter,
Auma, when these mad hedgehogs
att*cked me for no reason.
We aren’t mad.
Quiet, noble hedgehog.
Is your daughter lost?
No, she was taken by Slagar
and his slavers.
(Laughing)
So that’s it.
Slagar and his slavers, I mighta
knowed it.
He’s the one that stole our
Jubilation too.
Who are you?
And what is a Jubilation?
Jabez Stump’s the name, and
this here is my wife, Rosyqueen.
And these are my ten daughters.
Jubilation is my only son.
Or at least he was my son, until
that thieving fox passed these
ways.
I have also lost a son to
Slagar.
So correct me if I’m wrong, but
are we not all on the same side?
You’re right.
Well, then, as it seems that
we all have a reason to catch up
with that foul blot, Slagar, I
suggest we join forces.
Sound proposal.
I admit, I need more help than
anybeast.
I’m hopelessly lost in these
woods.
Though by my axe, I’ll be
extremely useful when we catch
those slavers.
So be it.
We search together, in harmony.
We of Redwall solemnly join
forces with you as brothers.
And sisters.
And sisters, in our quest to
pursue Slagar to the end of his
days, to rescue our loved ones,
together.
ALLTogether!
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