We are the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks
We're the spirits from the forest moon
We are the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks
We're the spirits from the forest moon
We are brave, we are bold
Like our storytellers told
That we're strong and we will fight
And we'll stand up for our rights
We're the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks
We're the spirits from the forest moon
We are the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks
We're the spirits from the forest moon
Yes, we're home on the ground
And on highways in the trees
When we want to fly high
we just sail out on the breeze
We are the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks
Yeah, we're one big happy family
We are the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks
One big happy, happy family
(GIGGLING)
- Yahoo!
- Yahoo!
Oh! (GRUNTS)
(LAUGHING)
CHIEF CHIRPA: The leadership of the tribe,
is a privilege to be earned.
Before one is leader,
three lessons must be learned.
The lesson of the hand
will teach both strength and speed.
The lesson of the head is learned
when hands do not succeed.
But the lesson of the heart
will make the leader strong.
With head and heart together,
the hand is never wrong.
But what does it all mean?
Well, perhaps Logray
can explain it better.
Don't worry Kneesaa,
all will be clear in time.
But right now,
I must show your father something.
It will give Kneesaa a chance to study.
We won't be gone long.
- Hmm.
- (LAUGHING)
The others are having fun
and I have to study.
But Father wouldn't mind
if I took a quick break.
(GAPS) Oops!
There. That's better.
(GIGGLING)
(BOTH CONTINUE GIGGLING)
(CHEERS)
Whoa!
Thanks.
(GASPS) Whoa!
Where did that come from?
Stand back, Ewoks, I'll save you.
No vine is a match for the mighty Paploo.
Ha-cha!
- (GRUNTS)
- (SPEAKING EWOKESE)
Ooh! (SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS) Get me out of here!
Need some help, mighty Paploo?
God, lift me up.
Guys, I don't know where it came from,
but it looks like he brought his family.
(ALL SCREAMING)
You're not afraid
of an overgrown vegetable, are you?
Ooh!
(GULPS)
Ay yi yi!
And so with this device,
one Ewok can lift an entire cartload.
Excellent, Logray.
- KNEESAA: Help!
- What? By the great trees.
Kneesaa, what has happened here?
Well, I was studying
and then I heard some music...
Kneesaa, did you touch
that potion I was working on?
Well, I did knock over
a few bottles, but...
I was afraid of that.
The plant growth formula I was developing
must have infected
my strangle thorn plant.
- Is there an antidote?
- Yes.
A mixture of kete nectar,
ganga root and trome sap.
I have some in my hut.
Master Logray, I don't think
anyone is going to get into your hut.
Chief Chirpa, the vine is blocking
all the exit ramps.
LOGRAY: It's heading for the ground.
If it takes root,
there will be no stopping it.
Kneesaa, Wicket, guard the supply lift.
Oh!
This is all my fault.
If I had been studying,
this never would have happened.
But Kneesaa...
- (GROWLING IN BACKGROUND)
- (SPEAKING EWOKESE)
WICKET: That vine is trying to get
to the ground.
We've got to stop it.
Acha, vine!
(SCREAMING)
Kneesaa!
(GRUNTS)
- (SCREAMING)
- No!
- Whoa!
- Jump!
Phew!
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
But look at the village.
It's all covered in vines.
It's all my fault.
So it's up to me to stop it.
Kneesaa, where are you going?
I'm going to get the ingredients
Logray needs to stop the vine.
But it'll be dangerous.
I'll come with you.
- Thanks, Wicket.
- Yeah, well.
We better hurry.
KNEESAA: We'll need to get kete nectar,
and ganga root and trome sap.
At last, a kete hive.
Now we have to get some royal nectar
from the heart of it.
How are we ever going to climb that?
I don't know. The sides are too smooth.
(GASPS) A kete! Get down!
Oh, yuck!
He's walking right through that icky goo.
He can't walk through that.
It's too sticky.
- KNEESAA: That's it!
- Huh!
Just tie these leaves
to your feet and follow me.
Come on, Wicket. Yub nub!
See, Wicket, there's nothing to it.
Ee chee wa wa, Kneesaa.
You're a regular kete.
We better take off these shoes now.
It'll be easier to make our way.
Chak. But we better keep them.
They might come in handy.
(EXCLAIMS IN EWOKESE)
This way.
Wicket, look,
that's the kete nectar we need.
Yub nub! Let's sneak down and...
(BOTH SCREAM)
Ee chee wa wa!
(KNEESAA SCREAMS)
Uh, Goopa eat?
You're probably wondering
what we're doing here.
Our village is in danger.
And to save it,
we need one of your nectar pearls.
I don't think they care, Kneesaa.
Whoa!
This way.
Come on.
(BOTH PANTING)
I think we lost them.
Yub nub. In here.
Ee chee wa wa!
Just look at all these nectar pearls.
KNEESAA: Come on, let's take one and go.
Here's a nice one.
No, Wicket, not that one.
- What do you mean?
- Wicket!
- (RUMBLING)
- Oh, no!
Let's get out of here.
No!
(BOTH GASP)
Uh, here's your nectar pearl.
Hey, what's happening?
- (RUMBLING)
- (KNEESAA SCREAMS)
(BOTH CONTINUE SCREAMING)
WICKET: A doorway!
(BOTH CONTINUE SCREAMING)
Ugh...
Uh, yuck!
Huh?
Yeah, yeah, real funny, you lurdos.
Come on, Kneesaa,
let's go find a ganga root.
(KETE'S LAUGH)
(ALL SCREAM)
Dangar Ewoks, I am coming.
Hiya!
Help!
(SCREAMS) Save us!
Malani, help!
Let go of them, you miserable weed!
Stand aside, Malani.
Let me handle this.
Oh!
All right, buster, I'll give you
to the count of three
to put those woklings back.
One... Two... Three...
(SCREAMS)
Put me down.
I said, put me...
Hey, don't do that.
(LAUGHING)
Stop. Stop! (CONTINUES LAUGHING)
My hero.
Huh?
(SCREAMS)
- (CRYING)
- There, there Wiley.
Everything's gonna be all right.
- Malani!
- You've come to save us.
Well, not exactly.
Hurry, Kneesaa and Wicket,
wherever you are.
(SCREAMING)
Wicket, look.
Ganga roots.
(STRUGGLES) Huh?
(STRUGGLES)
Phew!
Ooh!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
BOTH: Whoa! (GRUNT)
Maybe we're going
about this the wrong way.
A barber bird.
Oh! So that's how it's done.
Yub nub!
We got it.
Just in time, too.
That barber bird has eaten all the others.
- (GASPS)
- Oh, no.
- Run!
- (SCREAMS)
Hey! Stop that.
Ahhh!
KNEESAA: Now all we need
is sap from a trome tree.
(GRUNTING)
There's your trome tree, Kneesaa.
There's only one branch left.
KNEESAA: That's all we need. Yub Nub!
Hey, what does the sign say?
"Welcome to the famous trome tree.
"Now go home! Trespassers will be tromed!"
Tromed?
Hey, Wicket, I need a boost.
Okay.
I can't quite...
Hurry, Kneesaa. You're heavy.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Ahhh!
(GASPS)
So you've come to cut down
the trome tree, have you?
Well, actually,
just one little branch, sir.
I knew it!
- Prepare to be tromed.
- No, wait! We can explain.
Our village needs the sap.
(GROWLS)
(GROWLS)
Prepare to be tromed.
Danvay, you big bully.
(SCREAMS)
You're just little guys.
And I suppose you're a flog or something.
We fooled them! We fooled them!
Once again we fooled them.
(GIGGLING EXCITEDLY)
No, we didn't, they're still here.
Oh! So they are.
(CRYING)
These little squirts are nuts.
We only wanted to frighten you away.
Huh?
Please, don't cut down our home.
KNEESAA: I'm sorry, but I need that branch
for its magic sap.
No, you don't understand.
Everybody comes
and picks a branch off our tree.
If the last one goes, our tree will die.
We'll be tromes with no home.
(ALL CRYING)
We can't destroy their home, Wicket.
Not even to save ours.
(SNIFFLES)
But where are we supposed to live then?
- You could live with us.
- Yes, yes.
Stay with us.
(TROMES GIGGLING)
There's always room for two more.
- Or four more.
- Or ten more.
(TROMES GIGGLING)
Wait, I got an idea.
- Uh-oh! She's been thinking again.
- Never think. That's what I say.
That's what I do.
(GIGGLING)
I think we can save our village
without using your branch.
But we're going to need your help.
Help?
ALL: Hmm.
Hmm.
Okay. What do we have to do?
Return with us to our village.
- Let's go.
- Right.
Go!
(TROMES GIGGLE)
Lead on.
Kneesaa, you sure you know
what you're doing?
I hope so.
Oh, I hope so.
Ya-ow!
KNEESAA: Oh, no!
Ee chee wa wa!
I hope we're not too late.
Yub nub!
Take that.
Huh?
Oh, no, not the bakery.
Ahhh!
(GASPS)
(GULPS)
Ahhh!
It must not reach the ground.
Father! Logray! All ready.
Praise the light spirit.
You've returned.
- Hello.
- Hello.
(HIGH-PITCHED) Hello.
They're our friends. The tromes.
Did you bring the things Logray requested?
Um...
No, Father. Not all of them.
Oh, no.
Master Logray, you said there was
a potion in your hut.
Chak, but there's no way to get in there.
But I have a plan.
And the tromes are going to help.
Ta-da!
Help!
- Help!
- Help! Somebody!
- Wicket.
- Yup. Yup.
- Tromes.
- Yup.
- Yup.
- Yup.
You get that potion.
I'll help the woklings.
Be careful.
You guys know what to do.
Gotcha!
Yoo-hoo!
(CHEERING)
(TROMES CONTINUE CHEERING)
(WHISTLING)
ALL: Ta-da!
- (SCREAMS)
- Uh-oh!
(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHING)
Somebody help us!
Help!
(GASPS) Uh-oh!
Here.
Arandee, woklings!
- Kneesaa!
- Kneesaa!
I'm gonna teach you to walk down trees.
Huh?
Ee chee wa wa!
Master Logray!
I've got it.
We must distribute the potion.
A tiny drop in each mouth will do.
I know.
Wicket, this is no time
to be gathering acorns.
Okay, guys, grab a handful of nuts.
It's feeding time.
It's working.
Ooh! Yum, yum!
(SCREECHING)
Ah!
(SCREECHES)
Gotcha.
Kitchy-kitchy!
- Kitchy-kitchy!
- (GIGGLING)
Ha!
(GRUNTS)
- You've done it, Wicket.
- Yeah!
(ALL CHEERING)
Goopa, everybody.
Come on, slowpoke.
Goon dah, Kneesaa.
Yeah, goon dah.
Whoever that is.
And I promise to stay at my studies
and learn the three lessons.
It was wrong to ignore your studies,
but, in fact,
you've already learned your three lessons.
I have?
By entering and escaping
from the kete hive,
you showed agility,
the lesson of the hands.
By figuring a way to retrieve
the ganga roots,
you learned the lesson of the head.
By using it.
And lastly, by sparing the tromes' tree,
you learned the most important
lesson of all,
that of the heart.
Well, what do you know?
Congratulations, daughter.
You'll make a fine chieftess someday.
- Hip, hip, hooray!
- Hip, hip, hooray!
Hey, where did Master Logray go?
(GASPS) Look!
Well, I'll be a Munyip's uncle.
It really works.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)