01x01 - Rupert and Pong Ping

[bunniefuu]

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(Humming)

Bye!

Now, don’t be late, Rupert.

I won’t, Mom!

Oof!

Oops.

Sorry, Dad.

Didn’t see you.

No damage done, Son.

Just be more careful next time.

I’ll try, Dad.

Bye!

(Rustling)

I’m not sure which is more

funflying kites or climbing up

after them.

There!

Look, there’s my friend.

Pong Ping!

Up here!

Pong Ping!

Yah!

(Grunting)

An earthquake!

Pong Ping!

Stop!

They’re taking Pong Ping.

Hang on, Pong Ping!

I’m coming!

No!

Rupert.

Pong Ping, what’s happening?

Are you all right?

Of course.

Why shouldn’t I be?

I thought you were being

kidnapped.

I think, sometimes friends

see frame but wrong picture

inside.

We’re going to China for dinner.

We’re digging right through

the earth to China?

For dinner?!

We don’t want to be late.

I have a personal invitation

from the Emperor himself.

And since his digging machine

has no reverse, you’re invited

too.

Actually, I am a little

hungry.

So the Emperor is a good friend

of yours?

Yes, he used to bounce me on

his knee.

I haven’t seen him since I was a

baby.

(Speaking in Chinese)

There, blow the trumpet.

The Emperor’s travel birds will

take us from here.

(Trumpet sounding)

(Laughing)

Yippee!

There it is, Rupert, the

Emperor’s secret palace.

It’s wonderful.

Pong Ping!

(Speaking in Chinese)

A friend’s visit brings a light

of , fireflies to a dark

house.

(Speaking in Chinese)

The warmth of a friend’s

welcome rekindles the forgotten

fires of long ago.

Uh, a man without friends is

like, uh, a fish without scales.

This is my friend Rupert.

He’s a little unsure of the

proper customs and procedures.

Oh, he has much to learn.

Welcome, friend of Pong Ping.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Oh, how you have grown.

(Speaking in Chinese)

I’ll get it right next time.

You have to tell me

everything about yourself and

this place you now live.

Here, sit beside me.

An honour.

(Hissing)

Whoa!

Hey.

(Coughing)

(Growling)

You have been away too long,


Pong Ping.

And now, a feast!

(Yelling)

(Chuckling)

(Speaking in Chinese)

(Laughing)

(Pong Ping speaking in Chinese)

(Emperor laughing)

You still the same Pong Ping!

Even as an infant, you were

always able to make me laugh.

Your visit brings me much

happiness.

(Coughing)

PONG PINGTo me as well,

Your Excellency.

Now, to celebrate your

illustrious visit.

(Gasping)

Now I will have your likeness

with me always.

(Coughing)

(Laughing)

An honour.

Was there something wrong with

your food, Rupert?

Wrong?

Oh, no, Pong Ping.

It looked delicious.

But you didn’t eat anything.

I think I need a little more

practice with those chopsticks.

And all that smoke from the

Emperor’s pet dragon didn't help

either.

Yes, pet dragon thinks he is

steam locomotive trying to get

uphill.

Steamed-up is more like it.

He doesn’t like you, Pong Ping.

He’s jealous.

And who knows what a jealous

dragon might do.

Friend seeing wrong picture

again.

Cut it out, Pong Ping.

I’m not imagining it.

I think we should try to make

friends with him.

It is said that if

opportunity knocks on door, he

is fool who does not open it.

Good, then you’ll try?

No, I’m going to sleep.

Wake me if you hear a knock.

(Speaking in Chinese), Rupert.

Good night, Pong Ping.

(Stomach grumbling)

All I hear is my empty stomach.

(Snoring)

I know as much about dragons as

I do about chopsticks, but I

don’t see how trying to be

friendly could hurt.

(Hissing)

Huh?

Now, what could that be?

(Hissing)

Excuse me.

What luck!

And not a chopstick in sight.

Huh?

What was that strange flapping

sound?

(Hissing)

Huh?

It better to leave now and

never know.

What?

Leave, or you will meet

similar fate as Emperor’s new

favourite.

You mean Pong Ping?

He’s not the Emperor's new

favourite, they’re just good

friends.

That’s what I want to talk to

you about.

Do you mind?

My first try with chopsticks was

a disaster.

You have much to learn.

No argument there.

A bite?

No!

Thank you.

Delicious.

As I was saying, you’re not the

only one who feels left out.

Since we arrived, Pong Ping has


hardly said two words to me.

Yes, you too must be angry.

No, let Pong Ping and the

Emperor have their time

together.

I’m sure I could find more

exciting things to do than

listen to them chat all day.

With some help.

Let’s be friends.

You, me, friends?

Why not?

I have a lot to learn.

You could teach me.

What do you say?

Shake hands?

It’s a friendly custom where I

come from.

Is possible...

we be friends.

Yes, yes!

(Growling)

Oh, no!

Too late!

What is that?

(Pong Ping yelling)

Pong Ping!

Rupert, help!

Help!

Let him go!

(Roaring)

Help, Rupert!

No!

The Great Dragon!

Pong Ping!

EMPEROROh, I invite Pong

Ping for dinner, a flying dragon

have him for breakfast.

If you hurry and get your

army, we might still be able to

save Pong Ping.

If the flying dragon refuses

to give him back, there’s

nothing even Emperor’s army can

do.

But there must be something--

Great Dragon only keep Pong

Ping prisoner, will not harm

him.

I think.

What do you know about this?!

I-- I asked Great Dragon,

"Take him away!"

I thought Pong Ping was

Emperor’s new favourite.

Aiya.

How could you think such things?

You have always been my

favourite.

I’m sorry, I--

No excuses!

You are banished from my

kingdom!

Go!

And never return.

But surely--

I have spoken.

Rupert!

Where are you going?

To help Pong Ping.

Oh, you have much to learn,

little bear.

Great Dragon’s fire breath can

melt even the bravest heart.

I have to try.

If that is your decision,

friend of friend, I can only

wish you luck and a safe return.

Travel bird will take you.

I sorry for friend Pong Ping.

What if you told the flying

dragon there’d been a terrible

mistake?

Then Great Dragon have me for

breakfast!

He is like Emperoronce mind is

made up, it never change.

I thought as much.

Rupert, wise old woman live

in cave near dragon lair.

Maybe help.

How will I find her?

If she want to help, she find

you.

Don’t worry, the Emperor's

bound to change his mind.

No, the Emperor’s word is

law.

Must go.

The old woman’s cave must be


around here somewhere.

Whoa!

Phew.

Where am I?

Ah!

Wise old woman!

Take this, Rupert Bear.

What is it?

A potion that will bring

sleep to the Great Dragon.

Wait, how did you know my

name?

This is the path you seek.

But once I find him, how do I

get the dragon to drink?

Hello?

I suppose I’ll just have to work

it out for myself.

Thank you!

(Roaring)

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How am I going to get him to

drink this sleeping potion?

I’ll be toasted before I can get

a drop into him.

That’s it!

His watering hole.

I wouldn’t do that if I were

you, Mr. Bear.

Huh?

I got a riddle for you!

Want to hear it?

What do fire-breathing dragons

breathe?

Oops!

I gave away the answer!

You did?

(Giggling)

Yes!

Dragons breathe fire, silly.

(Hissing)

(Laughing)

Okay, bet you can’t guess this

onewhat would happen if a

dragon drank anything, hmm?

It would put out his fire?

Of course!

Dragons don’t drink!

You guessed it!

My turn.

You ask me.

What am I going to do?

Oh, that’s a tough one.

How many guesses do I get?

How many?

Dragons may not drink water,

but they certainly eat leaves.

Is that a hint?

Is it, is it?

All I have to do is wipe

those leaves with the potion.

No, don’t tell me!

Don’t tell me!

Um...

(Pong Ping coughing)

Huh?

Pong Ping!

Pong Ping?

What’s a Pong Ping?

Off you go, now.

But I didn’t get the riddle.

Thanks for all your help.

Oh, you’re no fun.

(Coughing)

(Snorting)

Don’t worry, I'm just getting

some air.

It smells like a zoo in there!

(Gasping)

Rupert.

(Gasping)

(Roaring)

Hey, I’m talking to you!

Whoa!

(Growling)

Are you listening to me?

I said, it smells like a zoo.

That’s it, Pong Ping.

Keep him busy.

Hey, you!

Furnace face!

Just a little more.

Whoa!

Phew.

You, you son of salamander.

(Roaring)

(Yawning)

(Snoring)

It’s all right, Pong Ping.

He’s sleeping like a baby.


That’s no baby, Rupert.

It is said that only fool put

head in dragon’s mouth, but I

say, sometimes, fools make the

best friends.

You’re welcome, Pong Ping.

Come on, let’s go.

(Roaring)

Oh!

Looks like someone woke the

baby!

Faster!

(Yelling in Chinese)

(Both yelling)

Whoa!

Pong Ping!

Whoa!

Rupert, we’re at the palace.

Quick, Your Excellency,

summon your guards!

(Yelling)

(Yelling)

We are doomed!

There is no escape!

(Roaring)

No!

(Speaking foreign language)

(Roaring)

I tried.

He say, must teach us lesson.

Tell him-- Tell him that--

Tell me yourself, little

bear.

And choose your words wisely,

for they will be your last.

Well, I think you’re making a

terrible mistake.

The mistake has been yours!

All must learn that no one

escapes the fire of the Great

Dragon and lives to tell about

it!

Exactly what I mean.

Don’t you see?

How can anyone learn that nobody

escapes the Great Dragon and

lives to tell about it if you

roast everyone who escapes

before they can tell anyone?

Because if I--

If you-- Hmm.

Yes, I will spare you.

Go, whisper my words in every

ear.

No one escapes

the Great Dragon!

As you wish, oh, Great

Dragon.

You did well, friend of Pong

Ping.

Thank you.

Lucky for us, your pet dragon

returned.

I have broken Emperor’s Law.

I humbly await my punishment,

master.

Punishment?

But he only came back to help

us.

For that, I am thankful.

But he has broken Emperor’s Law.

But you were angry.

You said something you didn’t

mean.

I have no choice.

Is it not said that a wise

man can be blinded by his

wisdom, but it is a wiser man

still who can see his mistakes?

Emperor’s wisdom cannot be

questioned.

He has much to learn.

No, Pong Ping, your friend

has learned much.

I choose to be the wiser man.

Emperor made a mistake!

You have served your master

well, pet dragon.

You will forever sit beside me

in the rightful place of

Emperor’s favourite.

I am honoured, Master.

A feast in honour of pet

dragon, Pong Ping and Rupert.

(Cheering)

Chopsticks again?

Don’t worry, Rupert.

Some things take longer to learn

than others.

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It’s no use.

I’m afraid I'll never get the

hang of these things.

Could you show us again,

Rupert?

It’s very simple.

See?

Whoops!

Oh.

Sorry!

No damage done, Son.

MRS. BEARI guess it just

takes practice.

Would you like another cup of

tea, dear?

MR. BEARYes, thank you.

And could you pass the forks,

please?

(All laughing)

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