♪
(Cups clinking)
(Crowd cheering)
♪
(Laughing)
♪
Redwall!
♪
♪
♪
(Groaning)
What’s this?
What’s happened?
Cornflower?
(Groaning)
What’s the matter?
Cornflower.
(Groaning)
Are you all right?
(Groaning)
Constance?
Oh!
Constance, wake up!
Something terrible has happened.
We have to get everyone out of
the rain.
Right.
Oh, my head.
Foremole, wake up.
Wake up!
(Coughing)
Come on, you all.
Too much trifle, I reckons.
Not trifle, old dirt digger.
Something much worse.
Feel like I got bonked on the
bean.
Basil, ring the bells and
search the grounds.
We’ve got to find out what’s
happened here.
Right-o.
Dirty work at the crossroads,
eh, what?
(Sniffing)
Dashed odd stink.
Hm.
(Rollo crying)
By the north wall gate.
Mama!
Oh, no!
What’s happened, Constance?
Cornflower, over here!
It’s Lettie Bankvole.
(Gasping)
Who did this?
(Bell ringing)
(Sobbing)
There, there, poor little
Rollo.
Have you seen Mattimeo?
Probably hiding with the
others.
Why would anyone want to
hurt such a harmless creature?
Stop them!
Get back, Mrs. Bankvole!
Oh, stop!
Hugo, where’s Hugo?
(Sobbing)
Take him inside.
I’ll try to find Hugo.
Right, and keep an eye out
for the young ones.
I haven’t seen any of them.
Search Cavern Hole.
I’ll get some help and search
outside the gates.
♪
BASILCome on out, young
’uns.
JESSSam!
MATTHIASMattimeo!
Tess!
Tim, Tess!
Mattimeo!
Maybe we should start back,
Matthias.
I don’t think Friar Hugo could
have run farther than this.
You’re probably right.
BASILOver here, quickly!
Hugo, me old lad, what did they
do to you?
Oh, no.
Why this?
Why?
Why is right.
And who?
(Thundering)
(Groaning)
(Arguing)
All right, everyone.
We’ve been att*cked.
We were fooled.
Taken in by that rotten fox and
his g*ng.
Filthy cowards.
Ah, it was them rascally
dirt-bag foxes and the like.
Them magicked us to sleepin’.
It wasn’t magic, Foremole, it
was this.
Hm.
We were drugged, my dears.
Some sleeping potion or other.
(Gasping)
(Arguing)
Enough!
(Thumping)
ALLHuh?
Excuse the outburst, my
friends, but time is of the
essence.
We must try to make sense of
what has happened here.
I too believe that the fox
magician drugged us, then fled.
The question is why?
Perhaps John Churchmouse
knows something.
(Sipping)
(Groaning)
(Kissing)
(Kissing)
Any sign of Mattimeo?
They’re still looking.
Mattimeo, Mattimeo, Mattimeo,
is that you?
No, John, it’s Matthias.
Matthias.
MATTHIASCan you tell us
what happened?
We were so busy at the feast,
neither of us had taken the time
to eat or drink anything.
Then we saw them.
(Gasping)
On my oath, Matthias, we fought.
Lettie, Hugo, but they were too
many to stop them from their
awful plan.
What plan, John?
What was it they wanted?
Our young ones, Matthias.
They took my Tim and Tess.
(Gasping)
They took Sam Squirrel and
Cynthia Bankvole and...and your
Mattimeo.
(Gasping)
(Sobbing)
(Crying)
Mattimeo gone, Sammy gone.
(Sobbing)
I’ll bring him back,
Cornflower.
I’ll bring them all back.
I swear it on Martin’s sword.
To me, to me, Redwall to me!
(Groaning)
Oy, mouse.
Come on, spoiled baby, little
abbey pet.
What are you gonna do now, eh?
(Laughing)
(Grunting)
Help, m*rder, he’s k*lling me!
(Growling)
No noise, from any of you.
(Whimpering)
You showed that little rat.
But watch out for Threeclaws.
He’s a cruel one.
Thanks.
My name is Auma.
Daughter of Orlando the Axe from
the Western Plains.
Mattimeo, son of Matthias the
Warrior from Redwall Abbey.
So you’re the one he wanted
so badly.
Who wanted me?
The one who stole us all
away.
Slagar the Cruel.
Don’t worry, my dad will
rescue us.
He’ll be out searching already.
My dad too.
But they won’t find us.
I’ve seen things.
Slagar clears his tracks and
makes false ones.
Our rescuers will all go the
wrong way.
Don’t tell the others.
Listen carefully.
Our main group will head south.
Meanwhile, Fengal and Deadnose
will take the cart and lay a
false trail to the north.
Afterwards, they can circle back
east to rejoin us.
(Laughing)
By the claw, even the weather is
on my side.
The Redwallers won’t have any
idea which way we’ve gone.
Now let’s get them moving.
(Gasping)
I am Slagar the Cruel, and you
are my slaves.
(Sobbing)
Understand this.
If I say walk, you walk.
If I say run, you run.
If I decide that you may live,
then you may live.
If I take it into my head that
you may not live, then you will
die.
(Gasping)
Now, move!
♪
We’ve been up the north road,
but the rain is too heavy, so
there are no tracks.
Couldn’t make out a
confounded thing with all that
sky juice pouring down.
(Sighing)
You’d better read this.
Sister Agnes found it by the
north wall gate.
It seems young Vitch, whom we
took in and cared for, was
spying on the abbey, assisting
the fox.
It’s Vitch’s writing, all
right.
And it’s all about us.
No wonder the foxy blighter
knew I was a stomach on legs.
Mattimeo never did take to
Vitch.
There is something wrong
about Vitch, I just know it.
I’m sorry, Matty.
I should have trusted you.
Right, dawn tomorrow, rain or no
rain.
We strike north.
We’ll make that masked fox wish
he’d never seen our gates.
I agree.
But first, the light is failing.
And before it goes, we must pay
our respects to two of our
valiant comrades.
I’ll find you, Matty, if it
takes the rest of my life.
I will find you.
♪
♪
(Groaning)
Tess!
Get up!
You can do it, Tess.
(Grunting)
You little backslider.
Up on your paws, mouse.
(Gasping)
(Growling)
(Sniffing)
Sorry.
I’ll be fine now.
Listen, here’s a tip.
Don’t let the running line drag
behind you.
Hold it in your paws like this,
and you won’t trip.
It makes it a bit easier for us
all.
Thanks for your help, Auma.
You’re tough.
Not really.
My mom d*ed three years ago, so
Dad and me had to look after
ourselves.
You know how it is.
♪
(Sweeping)
♪
Be strong, Mattimeo.
Find a way to be strong.
I know you have it in you.
And I’m sorry I didn’t listen to
what was inside you, my son.
(Sobbing)
I can’t go on.
Why won’t they let us sleep?
I’m so tired.
(Sobbing)
Stop snivelling, Cynthia.
You’ve done nothing but moan and
cry all day.
Mattimeo, don’t.
Why not?
She’s a whining nuisance.
(Sobbing)
Your father would never talk
to another creature like that.
(Growling)
Why should I have to be like
my father anyway?
Because you are the son of
the Redwall Warrior.
And others not as strong as you
need your leadership and
protection.
I, uh...
Shut up over here.
Just think, if it wasn’t for
Matt the Brat here, the rest of
you might be safe and cosy back
at the abbey.
(Laughing)
Ow, ow!
(Laughing)
(Grunting)
(Growling)
You Redwall lot think you’re so
clever, don’t you?
Well, let me tell you something
to cheer you up.
Slagar and I took care of the
cook and that loudmouth Mrs.
Bankvole.
And that dozy father of yours
too.
We k*lled ’em all, good and
proper.
(Growling)
Back in line!
Get up!
You are the troublemaker, son
of Matthias.
All Redwall knows that.
I’ll teach you a lesson you
won’t forget before you’re much
older.
(Gasping)
One more stunt like that, and
you’ll be chained in with them.
What are you waiting for?
Get these slaves moving.
And pick up the pace!
(Birds calling)
My friends, we march north.
(Eating)
Filthy stuff, rain, not much
fun to drink.
Sooner have October Ale any day,
what, what?
Stop chattering, you great
old feedbag, and get tracking
for signs.
Right-o, sir.
Eyes front and all that.
Listen up, troops, quick’s the
word, sharp’s the action.
This rain is going to make
tracking harder than ever.
(Groaning)
Ugh!
Huh?
Slaver wants ya.
(Sniffing)
Bally rain’s washed the
evidence away, old bean.
It’s like tracking fish in a
river.
Can’t give up, Basil.
Can’t and won’t.
♪
Walloping weasels, what’s
all this laying about like a
load of saturated stoats?
A pile of moonstruck moles?
Come on!
Chins in, chests out, jump to
attention.
Ow, ouch, bally ho!
Basil, are you hurt?
Hurt?
I think I’ve been skewered by a
tree trunk.
Take a gander, that’s a good old
lad.
Jess, give us a hand, will
you?
The rest of you carry on up the
road.
We’ll catch up later.
Give ’er mud and vinegar,
mum, just like me own mum used
to give ’em.
Ouch!
What you doing, Jess, trying to
hack me whole paw off?
Stay still, you flop-eared
food bin.
It’s just a splinter.
A splinter?
More like a javelin or an enemy
spear, you tiny tree walloper.
Ow!
Hm.
What do you make of this,
Matthias?
Blue paint.
I’d bet a bushel of acorns
to a cask of ale, it’s from that
fox’s cart.
Looks like our large and loud
friend here was right, Jess.
It is an enemy spear.
See the trouble and pain I go
through to find clues for you
butters?
I say, isn’t that a piece of the
fox fellow’s cape?
Yes, and here’s a broken
branch.
The rain didn’t do that.
And here, axle grease.
Look, these don’t line up
north-south.
They’re travelling east through
the forest.
Let’s get a move on.
That cart will slow those
blighters down.
We may surprise them yet.
Well, what about the others?
They’ll come back eventually.
I’ll leave them a note.
Come on, hauling the cart will
slow them down.
Mattimeo and the others might be
close by.
Listen closely to my story,
mouse.
Many seasons ago, during the
wars against Cluny the Scourge,
Matthias, the great Redwall
Warrior, betrayed my sainted
mother.
Your mother?
They sent her to her doom.
To horrible, undeserving death.
And she was no more than a
humble healer.
A healer?
Wait a minute.
My father told me this story.
It didn’t go like that.
Silence when I speak!
(Gasping)
How would you know what
happened?
I was there.
I was denied my liberty.
Imprisoned in what they jokingly
called an infirmary.
No Redwaller would imprison
an innocent creature.
Our infirmary is for the sick,
not for captives.
Is that what they told you?
(Growling)
Lies, all lies!
I was forced to flee for my
life.
Hunted down like a common
criminal.
And I had done nothing.
Sela the Fox.
That was the healer’s name, and
she had a son.
Sela’s son, m*rder*r of
Methuselah.
But he was k*lled.
(Growling)
Not k*lled.
I ran, but the warrior, he
chased me.
I had to hide.
I am Chickenhound.
And your father did this to me!
(Gasping)
No, I know the truth.
You did it to yourself.
The truth?
You want to know the truth,
mouse?
Matthias, Warrior of Redwall,
will know pain, when his only
son is made to suffer as Slagar
has suffered.
(Grunting)
That is the truth, mouse.
And that is a promise.
BASILToo blinking obvious.
Not enough paw prints.
Jolly suspicious.
(Whistling)
I found the cart.
It’s just up ahead.
Dash my whiskers.
Good work, Jess.
But let’s move in carefully.
It might be a trap.
I’d bet a hot dinner on it.
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Redwall!
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