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(Yelling)
♪
(Cackling)
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(Yelling)
(Gasping)
(Squirrels chanting:)
Gawtrybe, Gawtrybe!
You started without me!
(Growling)
(Squirrels chanting:)
Gawtrybe!
(Cackling)
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(Squirrels chanting:)
Gawtrybe, Gawtrybe!
I’d a bet the ants don’t
play fair.
(Squirrels chanting:)
Fight, fight!
Come on, then.
(Groaning)
Martin!
Well done, Martin!
Had enough, squirrel?
(Squirrels chanting:)
Gawtrybe!
Oh, don’t.
They’re dirty fighters, those
squirrels.
(Squirrels chanting:)
Gawtrybe, Gawtrybe!!
(Screeching)
Now have you had enough,
squirrel?
Enough.
(Chittering)
Enough.
We can’t hear you.
Enough!
(Gasping)
Are you badly hurt?
I’ll be fine.
Well done!
(Chittering)
Let’s get out of here.
I’m afraid we haven’t seen the
last of them.
I agree.
Time is running out, and there’s
much ground to cover before we
get to Noonvale.
It’s beginning to feel like
we’ll never reach home to get
help for Brome and the others.
We’ll do it, Rose.
Trapped!
Help!
We’re all going to die down
here!
(All chattering)
Stay calm, we’re nearly out.
KEYLAHelp!
It’s just the exit that’s
caved in.
Get out of my way!
We never came down here to
suffocate.
Give him some space.
I’ll show you how Keyla digs.
Like this, and this and--
Keyla, you did it!
Keyla, you rogue, you got us
free!
Shows what you can do when
you have to.
The sun’s getting high.
We’ve lost a lot of time.
Badrang’s lot is sure to spot
us now.
(Gasping)
We shouldn’t have tried to
escape.
(Sobbing)
I’m going to run for help.
You follow with the others as
fast as you can.
Ho, Bluehide!
Wake up.
Stumpy, disturb me beauty
rest, will ya?
’Tis gonna be a sweating
scorcher of a day.
Aye, you and the slaves in
the prison pit ought to be dead
before sun down.
Huh?
Ain’t no slaves in the prison
pit.
I looks down there every morning
when I passes.
Oh, what a joker you are,
Stumpy.
Oh, me stumps, I ain’t
joking, mate.
(Gasping)
It’s empty!
But they was there last
night!
Escape!
Escape!
(Bell tolling)
The slaves have escaped!
Escape!
I want to know how many
slaves have escaped, and from
where.
Blather brained beasts!
Gurrad, you nimwit!
You were supposed to k*ll Clogg,
not let that slimy sea rat k*ll
you!
(Sighing)
There’s a big hole in the
side of the pit.
Well?
It’s an escape tunnel, sir.
By whose orders were the
slaves in the prison pit?
I don’t know who put them in
there, your worship.
I mean--
Nipwort, you numbskull!
Don’t report back ’til you find
the exit to that tunnel.
Hisk, Fleabane!
Get the hoard together, now!
He’s dead for sure, Captain.
Poisoned.
Oilback, me bucko!
You were supposed to k*ll
Badrang, not get yourself done
in.
If Badrang’s discovered our plot
to assassinate him, he’ll be out
for revenge right quick.
(Clattering)
Here he comes.
With trouble aplenty.
Get the others.
Ahoy, matey!
What’s the trouble?
The rest of the slaves
escaped during the night.
Why, the rotten bunch of
scallywags!
We’ll never get a new ship built
now.
Aye, Chief.
Absolutely.
(All chattering)
What say, Badrang, me matey,
we call a truce between us?
’Til we catch them.
Hmmm...they’re probably
headed south to the cliffs.
That’s the way we’re going.
Ah, that’s what they want you
to think, matey.
They probably went north to fool
ya.
Come on, you flotsam.
If you ever want to feel a deck
meet your paws again, you’ll
have to find them smarmy slaves.
What are you waiting for?
I want every last one of those
slaves back!
So stay, ya stumps, or face me
wrath!
Look around casual like,
matey, and see if Badrang’s
following us.
No beast in sight, Captain.
Perfect.
Let’s double back, me fine
buckos.
Why, Captain?
Because Marshank’s empty.
And ripe for the taking!
(Seagulls squawking)
Ah, there they are!
Sir, over there!
Sir, I can see them!
Come on, we’ve got ’em!
Over there!
They could have been captured
at Marshank!
Or had everyone smothered in
that tunnel.
Matter of opinion, old lad.
If you fail, you’re a bally
fool.
If you win, you’re a jolly hero.
I’d say if he pulls this off,
he’s a reckless hero.
Who would have thought it,
a young Brome?
Sometimes you just have to do
what’s right, wherever that
choice leads you.
There they are!
Yes, but look who’s hot on
their tails.
Badrang!
(Panting)
Look, it’s the cave!
Halfway up the mountainside!
Well spotted, Pallum.
That’s our safe camp site.
If we hurry, we might make it by
nightfall.
This’d be a might cooler
underground, eh, Ms. Roser?
Poor Grumm.
Martin, you must be tired after
battling that big squirrel.
Don’t worry about me, Rose.
We have to hurry, and I can
still keep up.
You’re wounded!
Grumm, Pallum!
Huh?
Martin’s hurt!
He needs rest, and a dressing
for his wound.
I saw some healing herbs back
aways.
I’m fine, Rose.
We’ve got to keep going.
Shhh, hush now.
Here they are.
I won’t believe us to be safe
here.
No, sir.
Especially if and we be caught
again by--
Oh, I don’t know what.
You worry too much, grumpy
Grumm.
There’s far too many of them
for us.
Their only hope is to get up
here before Badrang reaches
them.
I say, chaps, let’s give it a
try!
Down here!
The old ones will never make
it up the ropes on time.
I’ll shimmy down to help.
I’ll go with you.
They’re trapped against the
cliffs; let’s get ’em!
Move it, move it!
Quick little rats, aren’t
they?
What?
Time for a bit of dissuasion,
I’d say.
Whoa!
He’s got me, help!
(Gasping)
Get on those ropes!
Move, you dolts!
Get climbing!
The nervy blighters are
climbing our ropes!
Off, get off the ropes!
Now!
On my cue...now!
No!
(Screaming)
No!
That ought to hold them for
awhile, eh, what?
Time we weren’t here,
Felldoh.
You did it, hero.
We all did it!
(Groaning)
Hisk!
Yes, sir?
Listen carefully, Hisk.
Take ten trackers, find out
where the slaves have gone.
Don’t fight.
Don’t even show yourselves.
Just report back to me, got it?
I’ll do exactly as you say,
sir.
Good.
We’ll ambush them later, when
they least expect it.
They’ve been lucky so far.
They’re not warriors, after all.
Just actors, and escaped slaves.
How hard can it be?
Um...
Back to Marshank with ya, ya
lousy lot.
Be quick about it!
(Chuckling)
(Eating)
(Burping)
Brains!
That’s what you need to out sail
your enemies!
Brains!
You sure fooled old Badrang,
Captain.
I’ll help you find the
slaves says I?
And I go straight round and
captures Marshank for me self.
(Laughing)
Poor little Badrang will soon
come and visit, and all
unawares.
With his tail atwixt his legs,
and a flea in his ear!
(Scuffling)
(Glass breaking)
♪ Some creatures call us hedge
pigs ♪
♪ And others says hedge dogs
♪ But I do know
♪ That fox is fox
♪ And hedgehogs is hedgehogs
Oh, no.
Have I been dozing the day away?
Now we’ll never make it the cave
by nightfall.
Drink this, and you’ll feel
better.
Come on, then.
Perhaps you’ll be happier on the
move.
(Gasping)
Not you lot again.
What do you want now?
Wanna play?
And, go play on your own!
We want you to play.
And what if we don’t want to
play?
Then the Gawtrybe k*ll you.
(Chittering)
Aye if’n play it it’s the
only wait out in here, then so
be it.
Lead on, we trust you.
Whatever you say, Martin,
we’re with you.
All right, we’ll play.
What’s your game?
You run up the mountain, we
catch you.
Good!
That’s the way we were
travelling anyway.
What happens next?
When we catch you, we throw
you off.
(Cackling)
But the Gawtrybe are
exceptional squirrels.
Very strong.
Very fleet of paw.
Very, very fast.
And we are slow and weary.
Not much fun to chase.
Perhaps if you gave us a head
start, it would be a really good
game.
(Squirrels chanting:)
Really good game!
Let us climb to that ledge
before you start chasing us.
I will shout "Gawtrybe."
That is your signal.
(Chanting:)
Gawtrybe, Gawtrybe!
If we can make the cave, we
may have a chance to hold them
off.
(Unclear)
Oh, no, sir.
(Chanting:)
Gawtrybe, Gawtrybe!
I don’t think we’re going to
like this game.
Try to put it out of your
mind.
Yes, sir, I am.
Oh, sirs!
Ah!
Just two more small ledges to
go, Grumm.
Whoa!
(Squirrels chanting:)
Gawtrybe, fight!
Mad cruel beasts playing
games with other creatures
lives.
We’ll show them!
That’s my brave Rose.
(Grunting)
Pallum!
I ain’t too fond of this
here.
Thanks, Rose.
(Squirrels chanting:)
Gawtrybe, fight!
This it it.
The cave is just above us.
Are we ready?
Right, Martin.
Give them the signal.
I won’t waste my breath on
that lot.
So, my friends, we climb for our
very lives.
Get them!
(Squirrels chanting:)
Fight, fight!
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