♪
(Crowd cheering)
(Cackling)
♪
Redwall!
♪
♪
(Matthias and friends shouting)
CHEEKHelp!
Father!
Oh, no!
(Shouting)
Oh, somebeast stop them!
Ow!
(Shouting)
(Laughing)
Well, that’s enough of that.
Don’t you want to watch them
die?
No time, rat.
They’re done for!
And my sl*ve line has a full
day’s march ahead.
Threeclaws, form them up!
Come on, you lot!
Be strong, my father.
Enough of this sport!
Let’s finish ’em.
♪
Oh, ah, ow!
♪
(Humming)
I’m glad Warbeak can’t see
what these invaders have done to
her home.
Look at little Rollo.
Bless him.
Reminds me of Mattimeo when he
was little.
Aye, those were the best of
times.
Will we ever see our young ones
again, Cornflower?
(Crying)
Or do you suppose that raven
will really throw us from the
roof?
I’m sure our abbey friends
are making plans to save us.
You’ll see.
Warbeak, please find him!
If I die, Matthias must survive
to raise the children.
Ah!
(Splashing)
(Coughing)
(Panting, gasping)
Oh!
Master Cheek!
Ouch!
Bah!
Come on, master!
Do it now, sir.
No!
Ah!
Master Cheek!
Ouch!
You little nuisance!
(Coughing)
Get up, I say!
Ow!
Log-a-Log, if we’re going to get
back on this raft, we have to
get out of range of the arches.
Everybeast, big paddle!
Head for mid-stream!
(Splashing)
You have to get off the raft
and help us push, Cheek!
You have to swim!
No, I’m not going into that
river!
Argh!
Oh!
All right, that’s enough!
Ahhh!
Oh, no!
(Holding breath)
Everybeast, kick for your
lives!
Cheek!
♪
Eek!
No find them!
Crazy mouse friend.
Brave-um Sparra!
Listen Queen Warbeak!
Scribbles big important!
Us flap-um more quick fast!
Save our many moral good friend!
Go-um, faster!
Crazy mouse, where you be?
♪
They’re getting away.
sh**t!
♪
More arrows!
sh**t before they get out of
reach!
Keep f*ring!
BASILOoh!
Ow!
Ooh, dastardly demons!
Ow!
Ow, ow!
Mm!
♪
I say, chaps.
The fish seem to have stopped
biting!
Mm!
Tiny fishes taste lovely!
(Chuckling)
Really, Master Cheek, you
shouldn’t talk with your mouth
full.
(Laughing)
Ow, ow, Cheek!
Over here!
This way, Otter!
Cheek to the rescue!
Ha ha, Cheek the hero!
Personally, old boy, I’ve
always admired a hero with a
good appetite.
What, hey?
(Laughing)
CHEEKMm!
It’s that otter!
He’s eating those k*ller fish
like a pig going at acorns!
(Snickering)
On pain of death, do not let
them get away!
Get the ferry!
What are you waiting for?
Do it now!
Queen call-um all Sparra!
Me see-um many all brave beak
and claw warriors!
But wind much strong blow, and
mighty Sparra need safe rest!
All-a warriors listen!
You fly free home now!
Still, all brave!
Nearest bring-um scribbles, and
catch-um bad one by self.
Yes?
Much long ago, mouse friend
Matthias set-um me free.
Now, me set-um you free!
All brave Sparra, majesty self
say go now!
Good w*r pack!
(Sparrows chirping)
Warbeak, Warbeak!
Warbeak, Warbeak!
Ah, Warbeak much lucky queen.
So many are brave, stay at side.
Matthias Mouse!
Old worm friend, wherever-um be,
mighty Sparra will save-um folk
now!
That for certain be!
♪
(Indistinct chattering)
It’s not up to Mrs.
Churchmouse’s standards, but--
(Fist pounding)
Who does this Ironbeak think
he is?
Redwall isn’t conquered that
easily.
Redwallers, please!
We must remember our priorities.
Despite my bluff this morning, I
would rather surrender the
abbey than lose one hostage.
The raven will never
surrender the hostages, even if
we do give up the abbey.
(Worried murmuring)
Er, him be a crafty old
bird-bag, that’un.
We gotta be thinking hard,
wrasslin’ with us brains.
Well, none of us can think
properly on an empty stomach.
Let’s everyone have a nice piece
of John’s fruit pie.
Pie!
That’s it!
They’re the magpies I saw.
Bird thieves!
Oh, yes, I saw three magpies
robbing our orchard early this
morning.
(Gasping)
They guzzled down a load of ripe
strawberries, then carried as
much as they could back up to
the eaves.
So, those thieving magpies
are Ironbeak’s supply line.
Aye, vittles be of more use
to bird-bags and hostages.
Otherwise, they’d be a-starved
from hunger.
(Coughing)
Exactly.
So, we capture the three
magpies--
And exchange them for the
hostages!
Hmm, I’m about wonderin’ how
we catch ’em bird-bags.
Um, we could sprinkle some of
our ripest berries with
knock-out drops, then leave them
in the orchard.
I have some special roots and
herbs in the infirmary, and I’ve
always wanted to try my paw at
knock-out dropping!
Sister May!
I’m shocked and surprised at
you!
Oh!
But what a good idea!
(Chuckling)
You’m a proper little fiend
and no mistake, ma’am!
I’ll escort ya up to ’firmary
and pick up your potions and
such-like.
Well, at least those bally
fish have finally given it a
rest.
You’ve got me to thank for
that.
(All laughing)
Matthias, those rats are up
to something.
They have a ferry, and
they’re heading this way!
(Splashing)
♪
Hurry, everybeast!
Kick as hard as you can.
They’re gaining on us!
Push those poles!
Keep after them!
(Taking deep breath)
♪
Faster!
They’re gaining on us!
Just another few feet and
we’ve got ’em!
Did you hear that, Guosim?
Keep low!
Kick for your very lives!
Prepare to board!
Good try, chaps, but
they’re on us!
Come on, then, rats!
Show us what you’re made of!
(Rats shouting)
Argh!
Why didn’t somebeast untie the
ropes?
Heads will roll for this!
(Cheering)
Jolly good, yes!
♪
Matti, I’m sorry about your
father.
There’s no one to save us but
ourselves now.
We’ll come through it all
somehow, Matti.
You wait and see.
Have you noticed how
strangely the guards are
behaving?
It’s as if they’re afraid of
something.
I don’t blame them.
What sort of land is it that
harbours no creatures?
Not even a bird to sing to at
dawn.
Wake up, sleepy birds!
Ha, ha!
Time to fly!
(Cheering)
Jess, make sure we’re alone.
And Jabez, cover all paw prints
on the bank.
(Branch snapping)
Well, here’s one soldier who
won’t complain to see the back
of that river.
So, any chance of a bite of
breakfast before we press on,
hmm?
There’s movement in the
bushes upstream!
Thanks, Jess.
We’d better move, or we’ll have
company.
(All gasping)
That’s the trouble being my
size.
You make a great target!
Let’s run for it!
They’re heading south through
the trees.
Follow me, and we’ll cut them
off!
(Panting)
♪
(Metal clanging)
Ambush!
Take cover!
Charge!
(Rats shouting)
Ha!
Ahh!
Ugh!
Keep running!
We’ll hold them off!
(Shouting battle cries)
(Shouting, fighting)
(Swords clashing)
Ahh!
(Rats gasping)
(Shouting)
Rush them!
There’s only two!
Come on!
(Snarling in distance)
Why did you stop?
Couldn’t leave you
outnumbered to one, old chap!
You should have kept going,
old friend.
(Rats shouting distantly)
Sling!
Fire!
First rank, reload!
Second rank, fire!
I’m out of stones.
Have you got many left?
Fire!
If we stay, they’ll soon
realize we have no amm*nit*on
and rush us!
If we run, they’ll follow us
and pick us off one-by-one.
LOG-A-LOGFire!
(Rats shouting, grumbling)
I hate to die this far from
Redwall.
Me too, Jess.
Finish them!
RATSArgh!
This is it.
(Rats shouting)
BASILWhat on Earth?
Not on Earth, Basil.
Above it!
It’s Warbeak and all her
Sparras.
(Chirping)
Sparra, k*ll it!
Eek!
(Shouting)
Warbeak save-um crazy mouse!
Heh, Warbeak!
(Rats shouting)
What are we waiting for?
Charge!
Log-a-log, a-log-a-log!
Treetops and timber!
Eulalia!
Give ’em blood and vinegar!
(Birds chirping)
♪
(Squawking)
(Yawning)
(Yawning)
(Burping)
(Snoring)
Quickly now!
Bag all three at once!
Ho, there!
Iron-trousers, or whatever you
call yourself!
Get down here!
Ready to surrender, striped
dog?
Go and boil your beak,
feather bag!
Enough!
If you have not come to
surrender, the hostages will
die.
I don’t think so.
We propose an exchange.
Our three hostages for your
three.
(Squawking)
There are others who can
forage.
Not anymore.
Your supply line is cut off,
Ironbeak.
You’ll starve up there.
Now surrender, or I’ll drown
your magpies.
What?
These earth-crawlers are
peaceful.
They could not do such a thing.
Grrr!
(Growling)
Argh!
(Splashing)
(Squawking)
All right!
Caw!
The exchange of hostages will
take place in front of the red
stone house at sunset.
Agreed?
Agreed.
That was too easy.
What trickery do you suppose the
invaders are planning this time?
Oh, I wish Matthias were here to
help us.
(Shouting, growling)
The day may be ours, after
all.
Thanks to your feathered
pals!
(Chirping)
(Rats shouting)
Ugh!
(Swords clashing, growling)
Argh!
Oh!
(Groaning)
Well thrown, Log-a-Log!
RATSRetreat!
Hooray!
We’ve done it!
JESSOh, no.
Warbeak?
Crazy mouse, that you?
Yes, my old friend.
(Warbeak groaning)
’Bout time.
Make-um abbey vow.
Bring-um scribbles.
Mighty Sparra Queen Warbeak,
all brave.
Save many old good friend.
(Gasping)
Good worm and...
Friend.