06x15 - Trading Faces

[bunniefuu]

Dashing and daring


Courageous and caring


Faithful and friendly
With stories to share


All through the forest
They sing out in chorus


Marching along
As their song fills the air


Gummi Bears


Bouncing here and there
And everywhere


High adventure
That's beyond compare


They are the Gummi Bears


Magic and mystery
Are part of their history


Along with the secret
Of gummiberry juice


Their legend is growing
They take pride in knowing


They'll fight
For what's right


In whatever they do


Gummi Bears


Bouncing here and there
And everywhere


High adventure
That's beyond compare


They are the Gummi Bears


They are the Gummi Bears


[horses snorting]


I always enjoy our annual
inspection of the granaries.


Don't you, Sir Tuxford?


Indeed, sire. In fact, I--


[horses whinny]


By Jove!


Lovely day for an ambush,
wouldn't you say, Greg?


Igthorn.


Now, I know you're
a busy monarch,


so I won't keep you.


I just need
your signature...


On the conveniently
dotted line.


[mutters]


"Waiver of the crown"?


It simply states that you're
signing over your crown to me.


And you expect me to sign
such a document? Never!


Oh. Then we'll just have to
do this the hard way.


Hmm, why can't the humans
picnic somewhere else?


I'm tired of always
picking up after them.


-[Igthorn] Get him!
-[indistinct shouting]


Oh, dear.
It sounds like trouble.


[Gruffi]
Yeah, trouble for us.


[Tuxford]
Behind you, my liege.


Grab him,
you numbskulls.


[Zook]
Gotcha.


Unhand us, blaggard.


Uh-uh.


[Cubbi]
Look, they've got King Gregor.


Not for long.


[rumbling]


Aah!


[groans]


Stop that kingy!


You not get away.


Now, Zummi.


Whoa!


Ooh, that smart.


And so will this,
if you don't surrender.


Uh-oh. Got to go.


Come back here,
you cowards.


Aah!


[King Gregor]
Give them what for, men.


Run, Dukie.


You haven't seen
the last of me, Gregor.


[Tuxford laughs]


We've got them
on the run now.


Whoa!


Now that wasn't so hard,
was it, Gruffi?


What in the...?


Oof!


I say...


Sir Tuxford,
what happened?


You see, I was just...


Oh!


My leg!


Easy, old friend. We'd better
have a doctor look at that.


Poor Sir Tuxford.


What about poor me?
Oh...


Honestly, sometimes
defending humans


isn't worth the trouble.


Oh, but, Gruffi,


if we Gummies don't
defend Dunwyn, who will?


[fanfare plays]


[Victor]
Whoa, Destiny!


-Whoa!
-[whinnies]


Welcome, Sir Victor.


You remember
my daughter, Calla?


Indeed.


Thy beauty is a blossom


which doth grow
with each passing day.


Mwah.


[sighs]


Oh, if only I could fell
villains with similar ease.


Good Sir Victor,
I summoned you here


because during your evil
brother's latest attempt


against my crown,


brave Tuxford was injured.


Until he recovers, Dunwyn
is in need of a protector.


Fear not, good king.


So long as I am in
thine presence,


my dastardly brother Sigmund
shall bring no harm


unto a single hair
on thine royal head.


I tell you, we're getting
too involved with those humans.


Oh, but, Gruffi,
they needed our help.


Hey, someone's coming.


Not again.


Don't worry, Gruffi.


It's just a laundry wagon
on its way to Dunwyn.


[sneezes]


Bless you.


Did you see that?


Oh, my. We'd better stop Igthorn
before he reaches Dunwyn.


Oh, swell.


Here we go again.


[Gruffi screams]


See, Toadwart? I told you this
disguise was foolproof.


Hmm.


Something foul's afoot.


[whinnies]


Hark, kind mistress.


What? I know that voice.


Dukie, it's your brother.


Good lady, canst thou
advise me


how to make my own linens
whiter than white?


Linens? Uh...


Boiling water,
plenty of soap,


and a scoche
of cow's milk.


Yes, a scoche
of cow's milk.


Wrong, treacherous villain!


'Tis a scoche
of goat's milk.


[all yelp]


So you can cook and clean,
Vic, but can you fight?


I'll let thou be the judge,
Sigmund.


Now, listen carefully.
First thing we have to do is--


-[swords clashing]
-[grunting]


It doesn't look like
we'll have to do anything.


Look.


[Cubbi]
Wow, it's Sir Victor.


Whoa!


[both scream]


[screaming]


And stay out,
foul fiend.


You don't scare me, you--
You clothes-washer.


At least I wash mine,
Siggy Soggy Shorts.


Oh!


You're going to pay
for that, Vic.


When I'm king--


Thou shalt never be king,
Sigmund,


for I have vowed
to protect good King Gregor,


every moment of every day
and night.


Wow. Did you see that?


Yeah. With him defending Dunwyn,
we won't have to.


And I won't have
to get clobbered, anymore.


But, Gruffi, we all made
the decision to defend Dunwyn.


And I say it's gotten
too dangerous.


From now on,
Dunwyn will just have


to take care of itself.


End of subject.


Well, if that's how
you really feel, Gruffi,


you'd better go tell Cavin
and Calla the news.


Me? Well, I, uh...


It was your idea.


Oh, all right.


But why do I always
have to do the dirty work?


Oh, dear,
this is terrible.


Grammi, we can't just
let Gruffi go.


Trust me, Cubbi dear.


Gruffi's all bark.


When he sees their faces,
he'll never have the heart


to go through with it.


[Igthorn] It's obvious,
taking Gregor's crown


isn't going to be easy


with that Goody Two-shoes
brother of mine around.


Painfully obvious.


"Thou shalt never
be king, Sigmund."


Ha!


[clapping]


Say, that's a pretty
nifty impression.


Except for blackhearted
Dukie's beard,


you two could almost
be twins.


What did you say?


Sorry. You're much more
handsome.


Toadwart.


Mwah!


-You're brilliant.
-I am?


Quick, I need a shave.


[grunts]


[King Gregor]
You seem troubled, Sir Victor.


This courtly life
is not for me, Your Majesty.


Ah, what I wouldn't give to be
trouncing a vandal right now.


Zounds! A missive!


[muttering]


[gasps]


A maiden fair is being
distressed by a dragon.


My Lord, if I could
trounce that beast,


I'd meet my good deed quota
for the week.


Then, go forth, Sir Victor.


But remember, tonight's banquet
is in your honor.


Worry not,
gracious Gregor.


I shall return
in good time.


Ride, Destiny. Ride.


[voice]
Help. Save me.


Won't somebody save me?


[Victor]
There she is, Destiny.


Courage, sweet maiden.


I shall rescue thee!


[chuckles]


One gullible ka-niggit,
coming right up.


[air hissing]


Yeah. We fry him good.


[Toadwart]
Hey, watch it.


Back, monster.


This fair damsel
is under my protection.


And if thou harm so much
as one golden tress--


Zounds!


I warned thee.


Take that, rank reptile!


[trolls scream]


[expl*si*n]


Thou art safe now,
milady.


Thank you,
you big hunk of he-stuff.


[sniffing]


What is that haunting scent
thou art wearing?


Eau de Lilac?


Nope. Eau de Lights Out.


Night, mama.


Night-night,
White Knight.


Here, you won't
be needing these anymore.


[whinnies]


And now for the final touch.


Well, how do I look,
Toadwart?


Incredibly wholesome
and virtuous.


Excellent. Gregor won't know the
difference until it's too late.


Now, take Vic and his stupid
horse back to Drekmore


and do away with them.


I've got a date in Dunwyn.


[laughs]


Now where is that old windbag
Gregor?


Good evening,
Sir Victor.


Huh?


I mean, good evening,
kind fellow.


Ugh! How can he talk this way?


[Calla]
Sir Victor?


Oh! Ah, Princess Calla.


You look more lovely than...


than a field of daffodils
on the first day of spring.


Mwah.


Yuck.


Are you feeling okay,
Calla?


Well, I...


Excuse me, lad,


couldst thou tellst me where
I might locate the good king?


He's probably preparing
for the banquet.


Why, of course, heh-heh.


I wouldn't want to miss that
for the world.


Cavin, Calla,
I'm sorry.


But we can't defend
Dunwyn anymore and that's that.


Oh, phooey, I can't
go through with this.


But I have to.


Oh, swell.


Now I got to wait for him
to come back.


Gregor's got to be
around here somewhere.


[screams]


Ah, Sir Victor.


I've been looking
all over for you.


And I've been looking
for thee, milord.


I say, your voice
sounds a trifle odd.


Uh, I fear I've caught
a dreadful cold


whilst out
slaying that dragon.


[sniffles]


Ah. So it went well then?


I'd say things are definitely
looking up for me.


[King Gregor]
Good.


Because I sincerely hope


you've been looking forward
to this moment.


Thou hast no idea


just how much I've been
looking forward to this.


[crowd cheering]


What?


Let us welcome our noble
guest of honor,


Sir Victor the White Knight.


[crowd]
Hooray!


Darn castleflies.


There, I got him.


Come, Sir Victor.
We've much to celebrate tonight.


[minstrel] He's fought
a dragon With his fists


And rescued many damsels


A Mongol horde
He's hacked to bits


And trounced
A lot of Vandals


He's good and pure
And does what's right


There's never been a hero


Quite so conscientious
And polite


Sir Victor, he's the great
White Knight


Oh! Oh, so sorry.


Sir Victor,
I'd love to hear


one of your splendidly spun
tales of derring-do.


Yeah, tell us how you smote
the boar beast of Bensonhurst.


With a very big stick.


Oh.


Sir Victor, could you please
sign this for me?


[all chattering]


What t*rture.


What t*rture!


[snickers]


Once I am King of Dunwyn,
Toadwart,


you will no longer
be a lowly bootlicker.


You will be
a royal bootlicker.


[Victor] Have mercy,
you villainous vermin.


I would sooner brave the perils
of thine pit


than tolerate thine
ear-piercing performance.


If it's good enough for Dukie,
it's good enough for me.


Enough of this nonsense.


I demand to speak
to my brother.


No can do.


Dear Dukems is busy knocking
kingy off his throne.


-[crowd clamoring]
-[man] Oh, just one more...


[woman]
Just one more signature.


Sorry, dear friends.


Methinks the party
is over.


But I assure you,
it hath been a real pleasure.


Ta-ta.


Oh, I thought they would
never leave.


I can understand
how tiring


all this attention must be
for you, Sir Victor.


It's a shame you weren't
in the mood for storytelling.


Why, I'll tell thee a story,
dear king.


But I don't think you'll find
the ending to be a happy one.


Sir Victor!


[muffled protests]


[Zummi] Oh, but, Gruffi,
it's just not right.


We can't burn our tracks on--


I mean, turn our backs
on our friends.


Look, Zummi, we've been
through this already,


and it's up to me
to tell Cavin and Calla.


Gruffi, Zummi.


What are you doing here?


There's something I've got
to tell you, Cavin.


We're not...


-What I mean to say is--
-[Cavin] Excuse me, Gruffi,


but there's something
bothering me too.


Sir Victor's been acting
very strange,


and I'm not sure why.


He's probably overworked,
like us.


Well, defending Dunwyn
is a big job.


Maybe Sir Victor
would let me help him.


Do you think
we should help too?


No way.


We've done enough already.


[Cavin]
Gruffi. Zummi.


Sir Victor's gone.


And so is King Gregor.


[Gruffi]
This doesn't make any sense.


Why is Sir Victor
going to Drekmore?


And what's he hiding
under that tapestry?


I suppose there's only
one way to find out.


[Victor]
In the name of taste
and decency, man,


end this mockery!


Eat your words, mushmouth,


or feel the wrath
of King--


-[Igthorn] Toadwart?
-[teeth chatter]


-Where are you?
-...Dukie.


Trembling Toadie
in big trouble.


Nauseating brother and stupid
horse not done away with yet.


[Victor]
Thou can call me names,


but no one calls
my horse stupid.


Welcome home,
oh, master of disguise.


Why, thank you.


You two-faced toad.


Whoa!


So, did you dispose
of my brainless brother?


Affirmative,
oh heavy-handed one.


Excellent.


Now just sign on the dotted
line and you'll be a free,


though crownless, man.


This is preposterous.


I won't sign a thing.


Suit yourself, old man.


There are many other ways
to convince you.


[Gruffi]
This is useless.


That so-called Sir Victor
could be anywhere.


He must be hiding the king.
We've got to find him.


Oh, we might as well
ask an ogre.


Ask me what?


Move it, kid!


Get them! Get them!
After them!


Get Gummi Bears.
Get them. Get Gummies.


Let's split up.


[chattering stops]


We split up.


[both grunt]


[whimpering]


Uh, where they go?


-[all grunt]
-[crash]


Well done, Destiny.


Away!


[all shout]


And Sir Victor thinks
he does it all by himself.


Hmph!


Hurry up, Toadwart.


My "squash and stretch" machine
ought to limber up


the king's fingers nicely.


[Cavin]
Sir Victor!


Cavin?
Why art thou here, lad?


We've got to find the king.
There are ogres everywhere.


Really? Then we must escape.


But that's a closet.


I know. Ha-ha!


King Gregor!


Thank goodness
I have found thee.


[grunts]


That was for impersonating
my dear friend Sir Victor,


you rapscallion.


My new toy will do splendid
things for your finger, Greg...


I thought you did away
with him, mush-for-brains.


Whoa! Oof!


Ogres, get me that king.


Get off me,
you little ne'er-do-well.


Aah!


Oof!


Yup, they're brothers,
all right.


[Cavin]
Hey, get me out of here! Help!


Cavin?


Is that you?


We've got to stop Igthorn.


He's the phony Sir Victor.


But how can we tell
who the real Sir Victor is?


Easy. He's the one running
around without his clothes.


This is so embarrassing.


-[all yelling and grunting]
-[whinnies]


Blast!


[all grunt]


[all gasp]


Cavin!


Am I glad to see thee.


Hast thou seen
my blackhearted brother?


I've seen him,
all right.


And he's pretending
that he's you.


If only there were some way
I could turn the tables.


Hmm, maybe there is a way.


What ho?


By Jove, I've found the answer
to my problem.


There must be some way
out of this dreadful place.


[Igthorn]
There is.


But not for you.


Igthorn.


Give it up, Greg.


[both yelling]


No, you blockheads!
It's me!


-Oops.
-Sorry, Dukie.


Now, look, don't mangle
Sir Victor


or anyone who looks like him


till I give the order.


[Victor]
All right, you looney g*ons.


Now I'm giving the order.


Mangle him!


Okey-dokey, Dukie.


No, you fools. No!


It's me!


Dukie!


Thank goodness
thou art safe, milord.


Likewise, good knight.


Likewise.


For service performed above
and beyond the call of duty,


I hereby present you
with this medal of honor.


[all cheer]


You know that Sir Victor
couldn't have saved the day


without your help.


You can say that again.


I do hope you will come back
to Dunwyn soon, Sir Victor.


Soon will not
be soon enough.


And to thee, sweet princess,
farewell.


Mwah.


Now that's more like it.


[sighs]


[theme music plays]