♪
(Cups clinking)
(Crowd cheering)
♪
(Laughing)
♪
Redwall!
♪
♪
(Sniffing)
Ah, you will love this one,
little daughter.
It's as bright and beautiful as
you are, Auma.
(Sniffing)
(Sighing)
(Crows calling)
(Sniffing)
(Gasping)
Auma!
Auma!
Auma!
Who has taken you?
(Growling)
Slagar!
The fox, Slagar the Slaver!
(Screaming)
♪
I will find you, Auma.
I'll follow you to the end of
your days, Slagar!
Orlando the Axe will follow you
to the end of your days!
♪
(Groaning)
(Whipping)
Revenge.
(Grunting)
Liar, you're no warrior's
son!
You're just a skinny little rat!
I'm not a rat, I'm a mouse.
Rat, rat, rat!
(Grunting)
It's his fault!
He pulled my tail and called me
names.
CONSTANCESilence!
(Sighing)
Vitch, you are a newcomer to our
abbey.
Here, v*olence is never an
answer to a quarrel.
It was Mattimeo!
He hit me first.
Son of Matthias the Warrior,
look at me.
Vitch is a newcomer.
A guest in our abbey.
You were born here and should
know better.
He said I wasn't a warrior.
Well, I am.
Shame on you, Mattimeo!
(Sighing)
You shame your father and your
mother.
Go to your father immediately.
Let him deal with you.
(Laughing)
Ow!
And I will not have
whimpering and whining and
blaming others.
Ow, ow, ow!
CONSTANCEYou will scrub
pans as a punishment, Vitch.
(Growling)
(Gasping)
Tess, Tim, Sam, get back to
your duties.
Yes, Constance.
(Sighing)
♪
(Doors slamming)
Quiet!
You want all of Mossflower to
know I'm here?
Right, chief.
Oh, please, could we have
some water?
Water?
How about a tasty cane?
(Gasping)
Halftail!
I want slaves to sell, not dead
meat.
Give 'em water.
But chief...
(Growling)
(Groaning)
♪
Tell Threeclaws to watch for
my spy.
Soon I will have my revenge.
Right then.
Us moles be diggin' that cooker
pit for tomorrow's feast, just
like you be wantin'.
Matthias?
Right, thanks, Foremole.
Sorry, my mind was on other
things.
(Chuckling)
I understand.
Don't whack him too hard now,
young Matthias.
(Door opening)
Ahem, mind you give him a
darn good whacking, now.
(Giggling)
Come in, son.
Your mother tells me that
everybody thinks you are
spoiled, because you are my son.
You think that you can get away
with not working, disobeying
orders, fighting guests.
What have you got to say for
yourself?
He insulted me!
Mattimeo!
I'm sorry.
I should hope you are.
Why do you do these things?
Why?
Dunno.
Mattimeo!
Leave this to me, Cornflower.
It's for the best.
(Kissing)
Here, Matty, see if you can
wield the sword of the Warrior
of Redwall.
Whoops!
(Grunting)
I can nearly swing it.
Nearly.
(Gasping)
♪
Huh?
(Laughing)
Thanks, Dad.
It is only a sword, Matty.
And one day it will be yours.
But only if you become good,
gentle and honest.
And strong.
Strong too.
But real strength is not about
lashing out at others just as
you please.
That is the way of the bully,
not a warrior.
Do you understand that, son?
I will not whack you.
I have never laid a paw on you,
and never will.
But you att*cked little Vitch, a
guest, and you must be punished.
But Father...
No more!
I have decided that you will do
Vitch's duties in the kitchen.
(Gasping)
Yes, the son of the Warrior of
Redwall will work as a pan
scrubber.
It might knock some sense of
proportion into you.
I'll do as you have asked,
Father.
Good mouse.
Obedience is a mark of a warrior
in training.
Off you go now.
But there is something wrong
about Vitch, I just know it.
(Sighing)
I know you're watching me,
Martin.
I had to fight Vitch, because he
said things about my father.
He insulted my family.
If Father had known, he wouldn't
have punished me.
But he's my father, and I can't
talk to him like I talk to you.
It'd just sound like an excuse.
I've got to go or I'll be in
more trouble.
At last, my spy.
He's waiting, where have you
been?
Mind your business, fatty.
(Gasping)
You took your time getting
here, spy.
When is the feast to begin?
Tomorrow, around sunset.
But you won't get me back there.
Won't I?
No, I got set on by a nasty
piece of work called Mattimeo--
Mattimeo?
Yes, sly one.
He's the one!
He's the one we'll take
tomorrow.
Are they the ones that hurt
your face?
Get your grubby paw away from
my face!
Get back to your spying.
Get back into Redwall.
Revenge!
I will have my sweet revenge!
(Humming)
MATTIMEOExcuse me, Brother
Ambrose.
Blow me down, young
Matty, don't sneak up on me like
that.
Sorry, Brother Ambrose.
Friar Hugo sent me to get
strawberry cordial, sir.
You?
Matthias the Warrior's son?
(Laughing)
So, what wickedness have you
been up to, young 'un?
(Growling)
Uh, next section.
Careful not to disturb the
elderberry, or it'll go cloudy.
Elderberry, elderberry.
Black currant wine.
Psst, Mattimeo, over here.
We sneaked past old Ambrose
when he was dozing.
Here.
(Giggling)
(Drinking)
But Mattimeo promised his
father he'd help me gather
these.
Oh, dear, in trouble again,
is he?
When isn't he in trouble
these days?
Allow me, ladies.
Whoa!
Two handsome young fillies,
toting all this shrubbery.
Taking garlands, wot, wot?
(Laughing)
Basil Stag Hare, you'll be
the death of us, you will.
(Giggling)
Ah, here's the little fellow,
come to do his duty, I'll be
bound.
Sorry I'm a bit late.
I was helping Brother Ambrose
with the strawberry cordial.
Strawberry cordial, eh?
(Laughing)
Not a word.
Hello, Basil.
What ho, Matthias, old
warrior.
Off fishing, eh?
(Laughing)
Yes, the traditional dish for
the feast.
Well, off to the kitchen for
tiffin.
Toodle, pip, all.
(Giggling)
I never understand half he
says, I don't.
(Laughing)
Hello, hello.
Sorry I'm late.
Come on, Matthias.
Fish to catch!
(Laughing)
Fleaback, Bageye, Skinpaw,
you'll be tumblers.
Halftail, you'll be the
balancing act.
What will you be doing?
I will be Lunar Stellaris,
lord of light and shadow.
(Laughing)
Now you see me, now you don't.
(Sobbing)
Lunar Stellaris, lord of light
and dark.
(Sobbing)
Tonight, Redwall will discover
the meaning of pain.
Throw down any weapons you are
carrying right now.
What, no weapons, chief?
We are performers, not
slavers, you clown.
Drop them!
So when the time is right, do
we take over the abbey?
Capture 'em all?
No.
We take their children.
I'm scared.
I wanna go home.
Don't be afraid.
My father will come for us,
you'll see.
He won't let these terrible
creatures harm us.
Silence, there.
Save your breath for when we get
you to Malkariss.
(Laughing)
Here, pass I that trifle, my
lovely.
(Laughing)
I dearly do love trifle.
You're not saying much,
Basil.
Mm, mm, action, mm, speaks
louder than, mm, words, mum, eh,
what?
Oh, stomach on legs.
(Laughing)
Ready?
(Knocking)
Bit more trifle, my dear?
(Thumping)
I'd like to propose a toast.
A toast to all the abbots past,
and in particular our own abbot
present, Abbot Mordalfus.
(Cheering)
Hear, hear!
A noble toast, Ambrose.
To Abbot Mordalfus and
Redwall Abbey.
ALLTo Abbot Mordalfus and
Redwall Abbey.
(Cheering)
As regimental buffer,
retired, I'd like to toast
anything on toast.
Cheese, mushrooms, beans and all
that.
ALLA toast to toast.
Hear, hear, to strawberry
cordial.
Oops!
(Laughing)
To sugar and cinnamon on
toast.
To honey on toast.
(Music playing)
Hello, what's this?
(Music playing)
I say, bally strolling
players, what luck!
♪ We travel afar
♪ Carry on dale, o'er valley
and hill ♪
♪ Strolling players magic
bring ♪
♪ Your lordships for to thrill
What can we do for you
travellers?
Aha!
Happy midsummer's eve, my lords.
I, Stellar Lunaris, master of
moon and stars, bring you magic.
(Gasping)
Clowns, tumblers and
magicians!
Oh, can we see them,
Constance?
CHILDRENPlease?
Alas, sad and untrusting
times we live in, Abbot.
Forgive us, friend, merely a
precaution.
We want to see!
We want the show!
CHILDRENWe want to see!
We want the show!
Scruffy, but safe enough.
And outnumbered to ,
Matthias.
ALLPlease?
(Cheering)
ALLOoh!
♪
CHILDLook out, look out!
(Laughing)
Ooh, oh, my.
(Laughing)
(Laughing)
(Gasping)
(Laughing)
Hooray!
Look out!
Behind you!
(Cheering)
(Gasping)
Stellar Lunaris, Lunar
Stellaris, he who knows all
things.
(Gasping)
Is there one Ambrose Spike here?
Aye, there is.
Keeper of the cellars,
creator of October Ale.
(Gasping)
Well, blow me down.
Well, well, the jolly old
fire jumper knows all about you,
Spike, me lad.
And is that Basil Stag Hare,
famed scout and foot fighter,
retired?
And stomach on legs?
Dashed impudent fellow.
(Laughing)
Do I hear Mrs. Churchmouse,
mother of Tess and Tim?
(Gasping)
How could he know that?
Because the lord of magic
knows all things.
A toast, a toast to the fish
catcher.
The great one of Redwall.
To Matthias the Warrior.
ALLTo Matthias the Warrior.
(Laughing)
(Groaning)
BOTHOh.
See, the stars and moon are
turning.
Like a great mandala wheel.
Spinning as the fire is burning.
What is false, and what is real?
(Moaning)
Oh, something wrong.
Yes!
(Groaning)
(Laughing)
Yes!
Yes!
(Laughing maniacally)
(Thunder booming)
Curse you, Matthias the Warrior!
Now you will feel my revenge.
Now you will understand my pain!
(Drum b*ating)
(Thunder crashing)
♪
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