01x09 - The A-Moooo-Zing Race

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Where am I? What's happening?

Hello?

Someone help me!

Whoever you are, you don't scare me, okay?

I'm a real handful.
Just wait and see.

Eight of my last nine captors
k*lled themselves.

The ninth one d*ed of gout.

God dammit,
do you know who I am?

Oh, I know exactly who you are,

Princess Blossom.

The question you should be asking
is who am I?

Welcome to the womb of the maze
to which I am banished for eternity.

The labyrinth of death
where I feast upon the souls

who dare to venture its depths!

Much as I'd love to gobble you up
in this very moment,

I've given my word to wait.

But only for one day's time.
And then...

you will be mine!

And... scene.

‐ And when our carriage
arrived at the academy,

they told us Princess Blossom
wasn't there.

‐ She must have just disappeared
on the road between here and school.

‐ Why weren't you riding with her?

‐ She won't let us.
Fern gets carsick.

‐ Out of both ends.

‐ My sweet petal!
We must find her.

‐ This is awful, Broth.

If someone's kidnapping beautiful maidens,
my girlfriend Sloane could be next.

‐ Uh, I think you're fine.

‐ Your majesties.
A letter from Blossom's captor.

‐ "You have 24 hours to abdicate
the throne

or your daughter will be eaten."

Oh God!

‐ I'm not playing any damn games.
I'm sending in special ops.

‐ We don't know where to send them.
‐ The return address says...

"Minotaur's Labyrinth"?

‐ Send in the whole g*dd*mn army.

‐ The army was nearly
wiped out by the plague.

And if we lost the remainder,
the kingdom would be defenseless.

‐ Time's running out. Merriman,
we've got to do something, anything!

‐ All right, the plan man's
got a new plan.

‐ Huh. Whoever saves the princess
from the labyrinth

gets one million dollars?

Whoo‐hoo!
I can finally go to college.

Time is the cruelest master,

unforgiving in its constant‐‐

Aaah! f*ck, f*ck!
I b*rned my f*cking hoof.

sh*t. This isn't my usual torch.

I'm not‐‐ ‐ Amateur.

A real performer would never blame props
for their shitty performance.

‐ You don't know the pressure
of delivering an epic monologue.

‐ Oh, you think I don't know your world?

‐
I'm Princess f*cking Blossom.

I've been kidnapped by the best

and witnessed villainous diatribes
from them all.

The derivative.

The brilliant.

The guy who d*ed of gout halfway through.

He left it all on the stage.

You think I can't recognize talent?

I could take your sorry ass
from Minotaur to Minostar,

but you're not worth it!

‐ Please. Teach me!

‐ Get me a new pee bucket
and I'll consider it.

‐ Mmm...

‐ Oh, Patrick.

I can't believe you're risking your neck
to save that little psychopath.

‐ It's my job, Sloane.

‐ You're so brave.

‐ It would be rude to disagree.

‐ Ugh.

‐ Broth,
the princess is so f*ckin' dead.

I'm the worst squire alive.
I've cocked up every single assignment.

‐ Patrick, when in doubt,
just remember the Viking motto:

"Fake it until you make it."

‐ Is that really the Viking motto?

‐ I have in fact forgot the Viking motto,

however I am faking it
until I am making it.

‐ Blarney?
What are you doing here?

‐ Can I interest anyone
in a minotaur balloon animal?

‐ ‐

‐ Weird group.

There's that psychopath
who sells yeti pelts.

‐ Mama's sleepin' under
a silky smooth minotaur blanket tonight.

Yeah‐eah!

Slapjack Flip!

‐ He rides alone.

‐ Ho‐ho‐ho! Mr. Slapjack.
Do you want to be partners with me?

‐ I ride alone.

He rides alone, Trina.
Jesus!

‐ Gather round.

The Million Dollar Minotaur Challenge
is about to commence.

On my mark,
the contestants will enter the‐‐

‐ Trina Franklins!

‐
‐ Oh, what the hell!

‐ Hold up now.
Listen up, squires.

I don't think you're ready
for the labyrinth

and you will 1,000 percent die in there,

but if you should rescue the princess,

you'll earn
this Damsel‐in‐Distress merit badge.

‐ Oh, wow! ‐ I want it so much!

‐ It's mine.

‐ This was a bad idea.
We're out.

‐ Last chance to back out.

‐ Blossom needs us.
Maybe if we all stick together‐‐

‐ As much fun as that sounds,
there's no way I'm splitting that million.

‐ Let's go get that ménage à trois!

‐ Minotaur. Idiot.

‐ Minotaur made out of balloons?

‐ f*cking assh*le!

‐ This is fun.
It reminds me of a school field trip.

‐ Yeah, my school field trips
always sucked pretty hard.

Most of the kids
were on an agriculture track.

And lastly,
don't ever lead a cow upstairs.

They can't get back down.
You might think it's a fun prank,

and then there's a dead cow
in your third‐floor walk‐up.

Oh!

‐ Blehh!

‐ Still think this is a fun field trip?

Tell that to ol' No‐Face over there.

‐ Kitty!

Okay, kitty, whose voice
I can hear in my head, I'll come with you.

‐ Broth, the cat's an illusion.
The labyrinth wants to lure you away.

‐ He says his name is Branmilk.

- Broth!
- Branmilk! Wait up for Daddy!

‐ Uhh... He's gone.

‐ Honestly, f*ck this maze.

‐ So are we ever gonna talk about
how we got past the smashy things?

‐ No, we are not.

Uh... say you win this contest, Patrick.

What would you spend the million bucks on?

‐ Oh. You‐you know the king
doesn't have a million dollars, right?

‐ Sorry, what?

‐ Yeah. The kingdom is super broke.

‐ So you walked into this hellhole
out of a sense of duty?

‐ Of course.
The princess needs us.

‐ Damn. I'm impressed.

We could use more squires
like you, Patrick.

‐ Wow. Thanks.

Wait, aren't you here
out of a sense of duty too?

‐ I have five kids, so no,
I was absolutely doing it for the money.

Good luck saving Princess Twatsnatch.

Ah, sh*t!

‐ Sergeant Meghan! No!

‐ Sands pass, marking the hours of the...

I mean, the dwindling hours of the...

‐ "Marking the dwindling hours
of your youth."

God dammit! Get off‐book
or get off the stage, all right?

Oh, God, you make me sick.

‐ I'm trying.

‐ I thought I was training an actor,
not a trier!

Again!

‐ Who dares...?
‐ En garde!

Oh. It's just a squire.

‐ And you're one
of those forest dwelling antiheroes.

Going to give the reward money
to the poor?

‐ Ha. Psych. That was a fake laugh.
I'd rather set the money on fire.

But I suppose you're here
out of the goodness of your heart.

‐ Ha. If I win, I'm going to...

...commission a marble statue
of myself doing pushups

to promote my lifestyle brand, which I'll
then leverage into my own talk show

dedicated to poorly researched
health and beauty tips.

‐ The name's Ruben.

‐ Holden.

Well, see you around.

Guess I'm going your way instead.
Try to keep up, old man.

‐ Old? I dare you to find
one gray pube on this body.

Is that painting flirting with me?

Hmm. Nope. I don't get art.

Welcome to the hall

of emotional destruction, Patrick.

We'll destroy you
until you destroy yourself!

You're a failure, Patrick.

Look at the sadness
and destruction you've caused.

I heard you blackmailed your king.

‐ Technically, yes.

You crushed our father's dreams.

‐ All he ever wanted was to see
a Kraken, and I blew it up.

You discovered
a democracy in the clouds,

and it ended in genocide.

‐ It's true! We k*lled them all.

You m*rder*d the one true love
of the girl you're trying to save.

‐ Oh my god.
How long do these career highlights go on?

Oh, no!

‐ Damn, I'm impressed.

We could use more squires
like you, Patrick.

‐ You're wrong, Sergeant Meghan.
You're wrong and...

You're never wrong.

That blackmail?

That was to save you,
you f*ckin' ingrate. Hyah!

I didn't ruin Dad's big dream.

His big dream was about to eat his ass.

Hyah!

And I didn't slaughter those Wispies.

Hyah!
I was chasing our runaway King.

Hyah! And I didn't k*ll Keefer.

I saved Blossom.

Keefer just happened to perform
in a f*ckin' death trap

on a nightly basis.

Maybe I'm not perfect,

but I'd rather be an imperfect squire
than a successful pirate.

Or bandit. Or grifter.

So you can all f*ck off!

Noooo!

He's immune to our psychological warfare!

‐ Whew. That was cathartic.

Oh sh*t.

‐ Admiral Javier Killgore.

‐ Coral the Pirate Queen.

‐ How's your warship doing?

‐ Well, Mrs. Rhetorical.

It f*cking sank after you sh*t it.

‐ Hmm.

‐ Ooh! I'm lost.

I did not have a good plan.

‐ Sorry, kid. I ride alone.

‐ But why? Whoops!

Ohh, that's why he rode alone.

Over to the peach tree. Hup, hup.

Whoo! Good thing I stretched.

Ooh. Peach?

‐ Magical maze fruit?

You sure you should eat that?

‐ What, are you scared?

‐ Yecch!

Uggh! Oh, my God.
What the f*ck is in that?

‐ Ooop. That is not peach juice.
It's semen.

The peaches are filled with semen.
All of them.

Semen‐filled peaches.

g*dd*mn, this maze is a freakshow.

‐ You've, um, got some jizz on your shirt.

Hey now? We having an ab‐off?

‐ Where'd you get that gorgeous scar?

‐ A real assh*le named Patrick.

‐ I hate a guy named Patrick too.

‐ Ladies first.

Aha!

‐ The joke's on you.

I've got your wallet!

‐ Damn it. I have your wallet.

‐ Oh! Oh!
‐ Oh, yeah, yeah, f*ck!

Use the peach!
Use it! Use the peach!

Oh, f*ck! Hah! Hah! Hah!

Oh, f*ck, that feels good!

‐

Well, there's no way
that bridge isn't evil.

Oh...

‐ Only those who are
true of heart may pass.

‐ Really? That's it?
Not even a cover charge?

Okay, one true heart, coming through.

Waah!

‐ Whaaa!

My heart is true, you dumb f*ckin' bridge!

Right?

‐ As I said, only those
who are true of heart may pass.

‐ What are you talking about?

I've been sh1tting my pants all day
in a haunted m*rder maze

and there isn't even any reward.

‐ No reward?

Isn't a knighthood what you covet most?

Saving the princess would sure help.

‐ Oh, my God.

I only want to be a knight
to help people in need.

‐ Oh? You're not trying to impress
your parents?

‐ Everyone, literally everyone,
wants to impress their parents.

‐ You say you're true of heart,
but aren't you really down here

trying to look like a big sh*t
in front of Sloane?

‐ Haven't you ever heard of a win‐win,
you dumbass f*ckin' water wall?

Let me through.

Waaaah!

Five minutes, curtains up.

‐ Thank you five.
‐ Alright, let's warm up your instrument.

Ha... ha... ha...

Haaaaaaaaa!

‐ Only those who are true of heart

‐ You made your point, dickhead.
I'm human garbage.

But how does anyone ever pass your test?
It's impossible.

Blossom! She needs help. Please!

Look, I don't need a reward,
or glory, or anything.

I'll prove it.
Take my life instead of hers.

I'll die an anonymous pile of bones.

I don't care. I don't need credit,
no fancy statues in my honor.

She's scared and in danger
and saving her is all I care about.

And that's the truth.

‐ It turns out your heart is true.
You may pass.

‐ So, we have a deal?

‐ I'm merely a gatekeeper, Patrick.

Who lives and who dies
is now in your hands.

‐ Princess! I'm here to save you.

‐ Showtime, baby.

You're ready.

‐ Oh sh*t.

‐ You've faced yourself,

but now you face the final challenge,

the invincible nightmare men call

the mighty Minotaur!

Oh, how embarrassing for you.

You've wet your knickers.

‐ What? No I haven't.

‐ Oh, well, I'll... just keep going.

Soon your screams will fill the air
and your flesh shall fill my belly!

Now? How about now?
A little pee?

‐ Do you want me to pee my pants?

‐ It's not gonna happen.
Move on!

‐ He should be drowning
in his own pee by now.

‐ Oh my God, this is a train wreck.
Can you just stay on script?

‐ Stop yelling at me!

Pee for me, you little sh*t!

What do I do?
Think, Patrick, think.

‐ Yaah!

Olé, bitch!

Huh?

‐ Uh, now what?

‐ Don't ever lead a cow upstairs...
upstairs... upstairs.

‐ Minotaurs are half bull.
That's basically a cow. I hope.

Come and get me!

‐ Haaa!

‐ Haaah!

‐ Ooh‐ooh‐ooh‐ooh...

This is exactly how my cousin Ron d*ed
in that third‐floor walk‐up.

‐ Aw, Branmilk doesn't want to get wet.
I'll keep you dry, dude.

‐ I get it, man, I hate baths too.

‐ Thanks, Broth.
‐ You got it, Broth.

‐ Eh...

And easy does it.

There we go. Gently.

‐ You fail! F‐minus.

You're still holding back on me.

‐ No, I'm not!

I am a star...

I wasn't built for stairs.

‐ That's the Assassin's insignia.

Are you working together?

‐ While the kingdom's heroes
rescued Blossom...

who was defending the castle?

For years, I stumbled in darkness,
but now I see the light.

‐ Yes, yes. Bring it home.

‐ You kneel to false gods,
who sit on stolen thrones.

No longer will we live in the shadows.

All hail the one true queen.

All hail

Gimme that pelt!

‐ What the f*ck?!
‐ Jesus Christ!

‐ Yes! Yes!

‐ Uh... um, I'll get you out of there.

‐ Was I teaching him?

Or was he teaching me all along?

‐
‐

‐ Oh. That's what you wanted.

Ah, I mean, uh, if you say so.

Mm, mm...

Yaah!

‐ For his final curtain call,
he really slayed it.

Bravo!

‐ Blossom, snap out of it.
The castle is in danger.

‐ Look, getting kidnapped
is very traumatic.

Don't judge my coping mechanism.

‐ What the?

Attention visitors.
The Minotaur has been defeated.

The labyrinth is now closed.

‐ Cut me loose, assh*le!

If you're still alive,
please find the nearest exit.

Thank you.
And we hope you enjoyed your visit.

‐ I did!

‐ Alright, for serious.

We'll both throw them back on three.
Promise?

One, two, three.

See ya, sucker!

‐ God dammit!

‐ Oh no!

- The Assassin is here.

‐ If anyone touched my stuff,
I'm literally going to k*ll somebody!

‐ Where are you going?

‐ It's been fun,
but I have a life outside the maze.

‐ Holden, don't do this.
Don't leave.

‐ I... I have a fiancée.

‐ What? ‐ Ruben‐‐

‐ Just go, man. Go!

‐ This maze will always be ours.

Whew...

Those peaches were pretty gross.

That was amazing.