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MARTIN THE WARRIORI am that
is.
My sword shall wield for
me.
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♪
Abbot thought we shouldn’t
tell Matthias.
Yes, Matthias loves him very
much.
That’s fixed it all nice, eh?
Just in time, by sounds of
it.
(Wagon rattling)
Oh, someone’s coming.
♪
It’s a circus.
Where are you going?
Redwall Abbey, my friend.
"Come one, come all, by
Redwall Abbey this nightfall."
(Owl calling)
(Gasping)
Owl messenger.
Many from Mossflower Wood
will be there.
Come and see us.
Oh, that we will.
(Gasping)
Rats!
By heck, Cluny’s still about.
(Laughing)
(Grunting)
That’s tight enough, Basil.
Ha, phew!
Well done, my boy!
Nifty work, all round.
That shall give Cluny a shock.
Any sign of the bounder, Cluny,
and his ratty hordes?
No.
BASILQuestion is, why is
the blighter lying low all of a
sudden?
But we’ll be able to hit them
before they get too close now.
BASILBy Jove, look at this,
refreshments.
Where’d you get the idea,
Matthias?
There’s this picture in one
of Old Methuselah’s books.
He said he’d come up and see it.
Wonder where he is.
He’s resting.
It’s too hot for him.
Oh, yes, quite right, far too
hot, what, eh?
Mm.
(Laughing)
Don’t you dare lose my scarf,
Matthias.
You’re supposed to carry it for
me all the time, like a knight.
I hung it up there so it
wouldn’t get dirty while I was
working.
Courageous and considerate.
What a noble mouse.
Come along, Cornflower.
Leave them to their work.
There’s other mouths to feed.
(Yawning)
Spiffing pair, chock full of
fun.
Dear boy?
(Snoring)
♪
(Cluny laughing)
(Gasping)
Oh, mm, ah!
(Eating)
I just had a dream.
About swords, and about Cluny.
Blame the hot sun, and the
surfeit of strawberry cordial,
m’lad.
(Pounding)
(Gasping)
Look!
Bags of leaping, juggling and
clowns and whatnot.
Travelling circus, old boy.
(Wind blowing)
(Gasping)
Cornflower will never forgive
me.
Great nifty knives!
What a throw.
Quick as a bean, young ’un.
Hop in.
Mind your manners.
Don’t forget to say "thank you"
to the nifty knifer.
It’s like the ones in the
dream.
It’s just like Martin the
Warrior’s sword.
Your Kn*fe, um...
Wild Ivy.
Hm.
Thank you for saving my colours.
You’re a fantastic sh*t.
Well, that’s what I do, isn't
it.
Uh...
Is that a real abbey?
I mean, with a fat abbot and
everything.
Uh, yes.
Think I could have a look
inside?
I bet you could get me in,
couldn’t you?
I mean, I did save your hanky.
It’s not a handkerchief, it's
my warrior’s colours.
Warrior, eh?
Well, if you say so.
Do you know the abbot, personal
like?
Father Mortimer?
Yes.
I’ve never met a real abbot.
Will you introduce me to him?
Well, it’s...
That’s the Mighty Clodd.
What’s your name?
Matthias.
That’s funny, I had a dream
about somebody called Matthias.
Course, I come from a very
psychic family.
You’re great at throwing
knives.
I’ll teach you if you like.
For getting me into the abbey.
But you’ll have to practise a
lot.
I will.
I’m learning to be a warrior.
(Groaning)
What’s the matter?
Someone stole me trunk.
(Sniffing)
Cluny.
Who?
Cluny the Scourge.
He’s a terrible rat with an army
of rats and weasels.
He stole a piece of our
tapestry, Martin the Warrior.
I don’t care how terrible he
is or what he stole, he’ll need
more than an army if he messes
about stealing my stuff.
But Ivy, please, you’ve got
to move the circus into the
abbey.
If Cluny’s close, we've got to
get them all inside.
You’re right, Matthias.
Yes, you’re absolutely right.
We need to be inside the abbey.
Safe like.
(Flies buzzing)
I sent you foraging for food,
like the rest.
We were, chief.
Then we saw this.
Must have been of ’em
guarding it, chief.
CLUNYFool!
But we got you treasure,
chief.
Treasure for you.
And promotion for you.
(Gasping)
Promotion, yes, promotion.
Promotion to chief...idiots and
clowns!
(Owl calling)
(Screaming)
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(Growling)
Rats done it.
Ah, hacked it off with
cutlasses, they did.
Oh, we come quick like, but
they was all over the place, so
we come in crafty.
I have to find Abbot
Mortimer.
If Cluny’s rats are this close,
we need to get ready.
You said you’d introduce me
to the abbot.
I’ll come with you.
Cluny might have persuaded
some Woodlanders to work for
him.
Everybody coming in will have
to be searched.
It will be a great
inconvenience, Constance.
They are all our friends.
One is enough to open an
outside door.
Then Cluny’s in.
(Sighing)
Very well, we’ll do as you
advise.
Right, I’ll pop aloft and man
the catapult, in case Cluny
tries to jump us in mid juggle,
as it were.
(Laughing)
WILD IVYBut you’ll miss my
show.
Father Abbot, this is Wild
Ivy.
I’ve never met an abbot
before.
Honoured, I’m sure, Your
Abbotship.
(Laughing)
And I have never met a circus
performer before.
It is my honour.
Right, well, must aloft.
Work before play, what?
Sorry to miss your show.
You don’t have to.
Hup, hup, hup.
ALLOh.
Ta-da!
(Cheering)
Now, what’s your big plan to
defend us against this thieving
rat, Cluny?
Who is she?
By Jove, get your point.
Total stranger looking at our
defence plans.
(Laughing)
Very good, chief.
Very fearsome.
Not treasure though.
Not as such, chief.
But clowns are treasure, eh?
Clowns are very fine treasure.
Clowns are in circuses.
You’re going to join the circus.
♪
This is where Martin the
Warrior used to be.
Long ago, he saved the abbey
from a whole army of rats.
And that’s what this rat,
Cluny, stole from you?
Yes, everybody’s very
unhappy.
Martin’s our hero.
And you’re gonna try to be
like him?
Yes, but there’s a special
thing I have to do, that will
help me defeat Cluny.
And what’s that, exactly?
It’s Martin's sword, I have
to find it.
It’s sort of my fate.
Fate’s a very q*eer thing.
We better start your Kn*fe
lessons, fast.
Why?
’Cause there's a big break in
your line of destiny, is why.
Somebody’s going to die.
(Gasping)
And soon.
Very good.
Don’t aim, feel.
(Grunting)
(Sighing)
It’s practice.
Don’t aim, feel.
She’s very good at throwing
knives.
As we’ve already seen.
The bally question is...
Who is she going to throw
them at next?
Hm.
I can’t make them stick the
right way in.
You’ll need these knives.
That’s why they was in your
dream.
How did you know about my
dream?
Psychic.
Bet you miss.
See, I’m never wrong.
Never?
♪
(Laughing)
(Groaning)
Matthias.
I am that is.
Beware.
(Cheering)
(Gasping)
(Cheering)
♪
(Gasping)
(Laughing)
Where is Old Methuselah?
He’d enjoy this.
♪
Hm.
(Gasping)
(Screaming)
(Cheering)
(Laughing)
(Cheering)
Where’d he go?
Where’d he go?
(Laughing)
There you are.
(Gasping)
It’s a rat!
Rat!
(Growling)
Matthias!
Tell them to open the abbey
gates, or I’ll slit your
gizzard.
Open the gates, as he asks.
(Cheering)
att*ck!
Get back, badger.
Ha ha!
Tally ho!
(Screaming)
(Gasping)
Good sh*t.
My question is, why didn’t
you spike the blighter, eh?
(Sighing)
Hm.
Close the gates.
Jump to it.
(Screaming)
Imbeciles!
Matthias, enemy, close by.
(Pounding)
Let me out of here!
(Screaming)
I’m frightened, I am, Miss
Cornflower.
We’ll just leave it outside.
He’ll be given it later.
It’s quite safe.
(Crashing)
(Gasping)
(Screaming)
(Laughing)
Please, Ivy, try to
understand.
This is our home, and it’s in
terrible danger.
And your friends think I’m
helping this Cluny, do they?
They aren’t sure.
Well, that’s nice, isn't it?
I come in, do a free show, and
this is my thanks?
Ivy, no.
CORNFLOWERHelp!
Head for the ramparts.
We’ll show 'em to the chief,
then kick ’em off.
(Laughing)
Matthias!
(Gasping)
Don’t you dare hurt her!
Which one?
This one?
This one?
Open the gates, or they flies to
the ground.
(Laughing)
Run for it, Ivy!
Open the gates!
Open the gates!
The circus is leaving the abbey.
Give them safe passage.
Let them pass.
Let them spread the story of the
triumph of Cluny the Scourge.
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Redwall is mine!
Advance!
(Yelling)
Take Redwall!
(Owl calling)
♪
Go on, finish him.
Shove ’em off!
(Laughing)
(Screaming)
Cornflower!
(Screaming)
No!
(Gasping)
(Laughing)
Oh!
(Laughing)
(Screaming)
(Grunting)
♪
(Screaming)
Cornflower!
♪
There, just like your hero,
Martin.
Strategy.
(Gasping)
(Grunting)
MARTIN THE WARRIORMatthias.
I am that is.
My sword shall wield for me.
I hear you, Martin.
Let him go.
Take him out.
Tell everyone in Mossflower that
Redwall spared his life.
Maybe it’s just as well you
could never throw this the
right way round.
They were my father’s.
He told me if I ever used them
to hurt anybody, they’ll hurt
me.
I’m glad you reminded me.
I’m proud to have met you.
And you, Cornflower.
I’m sorry you thought I was a
bad one.
Oh, I couldn’t.
Especially when I got you all
wrong.
I’m so sorry.
Cornflower, I’ll be hurt if
you refuse me gift.
It’s our circus way of staying
behind when we leave.
It’s a tradition.
I envy you, having a real
warrior to carry your colours.
Goodbye.
Hey, Matthias, forget your line
of fate.
I was wrong.
Fate is what you decide to do
next.
(Blowing kiss)
Remember me.
BASILClose the bally gates,
chaps.
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Matthias, my child, I’m
afraid I have grave news.
I’m proud of you.
A true warrior does not strike
his enemy when he has fallen.
You have far to go to find your
destiny.
Trust yourself, Matthias.
And follow your dreams.
I love you, Methuselah.
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