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MARTINI am that is
My sword shall wield for me.
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(Snarling)
He made it, Chief.
Shadow’s over the-- oh!
Shut your trap, fool!
He hasn’t made it until I have
the tapestry of their famous
hero in my hands!
(Snarling)
Thank you, Cornflower.
I’ll try to be worthy of your
colours.
I know you will be, Matthias.
I’ll go see where I can help
out.
Now, I must find Methuselah.
If anyone understands the
meaning of this tapestry, it’s
him.
(Whooshing)
(Chewing)
I fear for them in Mossflower
Woods, I do.
Those rats’ll stop at nothing,
they won’t.
Well, if they all come into
Redwall, we’re in for it.
There’s little enough food, as
it is!
Nonsense, we’ve plenty.
We’ll just need to be careful.
"And nap with a butter
sauce."
This will be my finest creation!
Father Hugo!
Oh, Constance!
I-I wish you’d be a little more
delicate.
Father Abbot wants an
inventory of our food stocks.
Inventory?
I’ve never heard of such a
thing!
The bins are full, the nuts are
stored, the--
The woods are full of rats,
and if they stay there, we’ll be
eating potato peelings in a
month.
See?
Didn’t I tell you?
We’re sieged, we are, forever!
How does Father Abbot want
the list, Constance?
Whatever you think is best,
dear.
You’re in charge.
Brother Ralph!
Tell Father Abbot we’ll have
a list by morning!
Jennie, you and May count
acorns.
Saffron, find your brothers and
start to weigh the corn.
I’ll round up some help.
(Chewing)
(Footsteps approaching)
(Snarling)
(Chewing)
Turn around!
Find everybody you can, and get
them to the kitchen.
Inventory for a long siege!
Yes, sir!
MARTINMatthias.
Yes?
Matthias!
Matthias!
Martin?
Don’t let them take me.
Martin?
(Fabric ripping)
(Gasping)
Rats!
They’re stealing Martin the
Warrior!
Ugh!
Help!
Rats, help!
(Gasping)
Help, Constance!
Matthias, keep away from that
rat!
Argh!
(Grunting)
Ahh!
(Snarling)
Argh!
(Grunting)
(Tapestry ripping)
Ahhh!
Ha!
Ahhh!
(Crashing)
(Gasping)
Ha!
(Laughing)
Oh, Cluny!
Don’t leave me... chief.
I have no sea room for
bunglers.
Ha, ha, ha!
Too late, mouse.
Martin is with Cluny now.
(Moaning)
(Rats laughing)
I have your hero!
Now, we’ll see how well you
fight!
I didn’t want to hurt him,
Father Abbot.
I was just trying to stop him.
Fighting always leads to
something terrible.
I just didn’t have time to
think.
You did the right thing,
Matthias.
We must clean those wounds.
(Bell sounding)
Until we know Cluny’s real
intentions, we will give
shelter to any in need, and
preserve our food supplies
carefully.
But I hope there will be no talk
of fighting.
There’ll be talk of little
else if we do nothing until it’s
too late.
It was Cluny that k*lled my
family!
I know, but never talk of
revenge, Matthias.
Remember, a warrior fights only
when he has no other choice.
There’s no other choice now!
Matthias, no more talk of
fighting.
Sorry, Father Abbot.
Our duty is only to protect.
We must not invite trouble.
(Bell sounding)
(Bell sounding)
(Giggling)
Come on, Colin!
We’ve got to get to Redwall
Abbey!
Better safe than sorry, eh?
That’s what I always say.
Yeah, we always say summat.
Come on, Ragear, we’re late!
The chief’ll have our guts for
garters!
My end’s heavier than yours.
Whining scum!
Do it yourself, argh!
Oh!
(Baby crying)
There’s Redwall!
We’re safe!
Yah!
Rowr!
(Colin giggling)
Colin!
Run, baby, run!
That’s why we're late, chief!
I thought you’d need some
prisoners, chief.
Silence!
Hostages.
That fool of an abbot will
barter for ’em if we come
unstuck.
Take them back to the old church
and lock them up!
If they get away, it’ll be your
throat!
Get high aloft, you scum!
Signal when the coast is clear!
Get the plank in position.
Now, we will see how well
they’ll fight.
That old tapestry weaves many
secrets.
Some say it’s all coincidence,
but I think there’s more to it
than that.
It’s almost mystical!
Tell us more about his great
sword.
Where is it now?
Well, some accounts say that
the sparrows stole it from where
Martin hid it.
Others claim they lost it again.
Then, one old writer thinks
Martin’s great sword is still
here, somewhere secret in
Redwall Abbey.
If only we could find it!
Then, we could fight Cluny.
Sit still!
We could, couldn’t we, old
Methuselah?
The sword would guarantee
victory.
The sword isn’t magic, you
know.
No, no, no.
But when the time comes, and the
right one appears to take over
Martin’s place, then the sword
will be found... if the code is
broken.
Code?
What is it?
"I am that is."
(Gasping)
That’s what I heard!
That’s what Martin said!
Martin said?
Hmm, bless me, what do you mean?
Cluny has the Vole family.
(Colin sobbing)
Don’t worry, Colin.
We’ll get your family back.
Here, Matthias.
You’ll need this.
How did you know?
Your eyes.
They’re like when you saw Cluny
yesterday.
They... change.
We have to get Colin’s family
from Cluny!
I know.
But I couldn’t stain your
kitchen Kn*fe on a rat.
A warrior needs a sword.
I’ll get one.
Don’t worry, Matthias.
I won’t tell anyone where you've
gone.
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Colin!
Colin, baby!
Heh, heh, heh.
(Sniffing)
A mouse!
One of them from the abbey.
Got to grab him!
"There were six of ’em, chief.
Was gonna finish them all, I
was, then I said to myself, I
said, ’Better keep one alive for
questioning!’"
"Why, Ragear, my own shipmate.
I knew I could depend on Ragear
the Brave," he’ll say!
"Have a medal, lad.
Extra rations."
Argh!
Where’d he go?
All right, " there were,
chief.
I got , but one escaped!"
Ha, ha, yes, that’s it.
I let one go as a warning to
the others.
That’s it!
Ugh!
The bigger they are, the
harder they fall.
Ha!
(Leaves rustling)
Uh, come out!
Show yourself!
BASILShow myself?
How many pairs of eyes do you
need, what?
Huh, huh?
I’m in no mood for games.
Come out!
Basil Stag Hare, sir!
At your service!
Expert scout, hind-leg fighter,
wilderness guide and...
camouflage expert.
Read your mind, sir!
Neither mad nor dangerous.
Delighted to meet you, dear!
Uh, eh...
Matthias.
I’m a novice at Redwall Abbey.
Novice, eh?
Hmm, not a novice when it comes
to felling rats, hey, what?
Ha, ha, ha!
A top hole, fellowed, as it
were.
(Laughing)
Now, what’s your business
whacking rats with such
commendable enthusiasm?
They stole our tapestry and
captured the Vole family, and
I’m going to rescue them and--
Hold hard, little warrior.
Who stole and captured
aforementioned as described?
Cluny the Scourge.
Cluny!
That vermin!
Well, what are we waiting for?
You’ll help me?
At your service, sir.
Never backward, coming forward!
No reeking rodent’s going to
incarcerate innocents in my
countryside!
Come on, old bean!
Uh...
Lead on, young’un!
Uh...
Which bally way is their
H.Q.?
Saint Ninian’s Church.
Ah!
(Groaning)
(Grunting)
"I played dead, chief.
Spied on ’em, I did.
(Chewing)
Came to warn you, chief."
Extra rations for every mouse
tail you take!
Keep the end up!
Cheesethief, you bungling moron!
Up, curse you!
(Grunting)
Scragg, take over.
Ugh!
Oh!
I’ll get ya for that, Scragg!
Almost ready, chief.
Start the diversion!
att*ck!
(Rats shouting)
Strange, not many about.
Hmm, call it luck!
Right, diversionary tactics.
Once they’re clear, you pop in
and take a peek!
(Snoring)
Hello, stinkers!
Oh, what a smell!
Ha, ha!
Argh!
Don’t you ever bathe?
Yuck!
Oh, what a stench!
Argh!
You crazy stinkers!
Get your darn claws in him!
Language!
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
If your mother could hear you.
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You’re not too hot at this,
are you, Scraggy-pants?
Oh!
Quick!
Thanks.
Absolute pleasure, dear boy.
Argh, get him!
Come on!
My compliments to your boss.
Cluny the Loony, or whatever the
dast fellow’s called!
(Chewing, snarling)
Ah!
No rope can keep Ragear the
Resourceful for long.
"Fifty of ’em had me prisoner,
chief!"
Oh!
(Hissing)
Asmodeus-s-s.
Come with Asmodeus-s-s.
I will show you eternity.
(Hissing)
No one’s chasing us!
I don’t like it.
Don’t like it at all, old chap.
We’ll make the one I tied up
talk.
(Sniffing)
Asmodeus.
What’s a "smodeus"?
Move on!
Quickly now!
What’s a smodeus?
My gad!
(Horns sounding)
Hold hard, little warrior.
(Shouting, chaos)
Where are you, Matthias?
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(Gasping)
It’s a diversion!
Matthias!
Constance, Constance!
Stop!
They’re over there!
And Matthias is back!
I’ll let Matthias in.
Otters, come with me!
Keep those rats clean down.
Go back to the other wall!
Go, go!
Quickly!
They’re opening the gate!
They’re coming out!
(Rats shouting)
(Banging)
(Shouting, chaos)
Matthias!
Come on!
Matthias, Cluny’s getting in
over the other wall.
Basil Stag Hare, at your--
No time!
Understand your intention,
but need to cover and divert.
Standard tactics, hey, what?
Who’s this?
He’s a friend, and a good
one.
Basil Stag Hare, ma’am, at
your--
Cluny!
Surrender, you scum!
Or I’ll kebab my hostages!
You mean these hostages?
(Blowing raspberries)
Ahhh!
Charge!
Now, chaps!
On the double!
Rrrr!
Who darest challenge Cluny
the Scourge shall perish!
Ugh!
Watch out, chief!
Cheesethief has ya!
Fire!
Protect the chief!
Rat!
(Grunting, shouting)
Oh!
(Cluny screaming)
Argh!
That was the most bullish,
and most brave thing I have ever
seen!
Thank you.
Oh, absolutely top-hole
heroics all around, I’d say.
I’m not at all sure about
heroics.
Basil Stag Hare, at your--
Look at these poor creatures.
I’d like a private word,
Father Abbot.
Nice chap, eh?
Hates v*olence, what?
Hmm, hmm, very wise.
Basil, what’s a smodeus?
Asmodeus, fearful serpent
tongue, known locally as old
Poisonteeth.
(Chomping teeth)
Lethal, eats mice.
Talking of which, I’m a bit
peckish myself!
Ha, ha!
I’ll show you where the
kitchens are.
Come on, Friar Hugo is preparing
a victory feast.
(Rats groaning, mumbling)
(Gasping)
You scared me.
(Blade dragging)
Ugh!
(Cluny growling)
(Gasping)
Cluny is still alive!
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