03x09 - Rupert and the Sea Serpent

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Yahoo!

Whee!

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Whoa! Look at that!

Rupert, I'd say this is the best kite

we've ever built.

It's super, Dad.

Any chance I'll get a turn, Mr. Bear?

Of course, Bill, in a minute.

Uh-oh,

it looks like there's a storm on the way.

Careful, Bill,

I've got to give it some slack!

Hmmm... it is looking rather nasty.

We'd better reel it in, boys!

But I didn't get my turn!

Strange, there wasn't any mention of rain

in the weather forecast.

Good for the garden though.

Look at this!

A baby cloud!

How did you get in here?

He must have followed us home.

Hmmm... we'd better fetch

a mop and bucket.

I think he likes you, Rupert.

He needs a name.

How about Fluffy?

All right, all right, Fluffy's out.

I know! Dewey!

Do you like Dewey?

(Laughing)

Dewey it is.

Can I keep him, Dad? Er... well, Rupert,

I think he might be happier outdoors,

up in the sky, where he belongs.

I think Dewey's waterlogged.

He does want to go home.

But how do we get him there?

Er... perhaps you should take

Dewey 'walkies', Rupert.

Do you really think the professor will take

his balloon up on a day like this? I hope so, Bill.

Dewey's just too heavy to make it back home on his own.

PROFESSOROh, dear me, no, Rupert.

Most unsuitable weather for flying.

Sorry, Dewey.

Now, now, boys, no need to despair.

Behind every cloud, there's always a silver lining.

(Laughing)

Ah, here we are.

My Potential Precipitation Initiation Formula!

You mean, a rain making formula?

Precisely!

We'll have a rare opportunity for a close hand look

at a fascinating meteorological phenomenon.

Ah!

Perhaps we should have done this outside, Professor.

Dewey?

He's rained himself away!

There he is!

You see, boys?

Dewey is now as light as a... well, a cloud.

(Laughing)

Off you go, Dewey.

That's right.

Home. Off you go.

What's wrong with him now?

Hey!

What are you doing!?

Wait!

I've heard of being on cloud nine,

but this is ridiculous!

There's no need to panic, Bill.

Well, not yet anyway.

Look at that! Amazing!

A ship! What's it doing up here?

There's only one way to find out.

Ahoy there!

Ahoy yourself!

Welcome aboard the Nimbus.

Captain Peebles at your service.

What port do you call home?

We're from Nutwood, down below.

Ah, yes, Nutwood.

Terribly sorry about this weather.

We should be over Zanzibar right now,

headed for Asia,

to deliver these monsoon rains.

Not so much as a zephyr.

I can't imagine where the Four Winds have got to.

But without them,

I'm stranded over Nutwood.

A monsoon? In Nutwood?

If this rain doesn't let up,

we're going to be completely under water.

I should have planted water lilies.

RUPERTIsn't the Clerk of the Weather


in charge of the winds and things? Hmm... yes,

but he seems to be off on the world's longest tea break.

Perhaps Bill and I could check with him.

He must know where the winds have gone.

How about it, Dewey?

Are you up to a little trip?

Tell the Clerk

if he doesn't get the winds blowing soon,

he's going to answer to Captain Horatio Tiberius

Peebles!

BILLI had no idea there were so many people about

with their heads in the clouds.

Hello, weather office. Yes, I know. Thank you.

Hello, weather office. No, I can't explain it.

Hello, weather office.

Yes, thanks for the information.

Hello. Yes, terribly sorry. Hello?

Oh, Rupert! How are you? I'm fine, Sir.

More to the point, how are you?

At my wits end, my boy. Frazzled!

Snow in the Sahara, sunshine in Patagonia.

It's a meteorological mess, a climactic conundrum!

In other words, the weather is wonky,

and it's all because the Four Winds

have disappeared, completely!

And without the winds, there's no weather.

Bang on, my boy.

Normally I'd just fly the whole office over

to the Valley of Storms and have a look,

but, without the winds, I can't.

So I'm in a bit of a jam.

Don't tell me.

We'd be delighted to go to The Valley Of Storms.

Perhaps if we ask them politely,

the Four Winds would get back to work.

It's worth a try.

You'll need a map to find the Valley of Storms...

and the authorization to go there.

There.

Now you're official Junior Weather Scouts.

Good luck, men!

Not much of a Valley of Storms, is it?

There it is!

The Cave of the Winds.

Hello?

(Echoing) Hello. Hello.

Any winds at home?

(Echoing) Any winds at home? Any winds at home?

Not exactly homey, is it?

Beware!

Who's there? It is I!

Wendel the Weathercock!

Beware the return of the Cloud Pirate!

Why, Wendel? He stole the Four Winds!

That makes him someone to beware of!

So... beware!

Buk buk. He's got a point.

We'd better go! Wait, Bill,

if this cloud Pirate's stolen the Four Winds,

we've got to rescue them!

I knew you were going to say that.

But where do we start looking?

That way, North East.

Thank you very much, Wendel.

Mind if I tag along?

After all, I'm a bit

at loose ends without the winds.

Don't know which way to turn.

(Clucking)

My, it's nice to stretch the old wings.

That's the only drawback to the weathervane business:

too much time spent going round in circles.

(Clucking) There! Up ahead!

It looks like a pirate ship!

Ahoy, the ship!

Rupert and Bill, Junior Weather Scouts

request permission--

Ah!

I don't think

that pirate has a lot of respect for the Junior Weather Scouts.

Arrr!

Try to skulk up on Ezekiel Stubbs, will ye?

"Ye sneaks on Stubbs, ye're in for a blast!

"This broadside for breakfast will be yer last"!

A-ha-har!

Whoaa!

Whoaa!

Charge!

I guess we bring up the rear, Dewey.

Charge!

A-ha-har!

Yaaa!

Whoa!

Arrr!

Buk!

I'll teach ye ta trifle

with the Master of the Four Winds!

Get them!

Do as I tell ye!

And if ye're thinkin' of escapin'


or any other low treachery,

remember cross me,

and it'll be all the worse for the rest o' yer family here.

Now get 'em,

blast ye!

Buk! The East and West Winds!

Normally, the twain never meet,

and with good reason.

Hold on!

Yaaa!

Hey, you big windbags, leave them alone!

Over here!

Oops. That worked a bit too well.

Aahhh!

Oh, no!

Bill!

Grab my hand!

Whoaaa!

Bill! Whoa!

Whoaaa!

Oof!

Buk!

Buk!

Bill!

Whoaaa!

A-ha-ha-har!

BILLRupert!

Aahhh! Help!

Good as new. Thank you, Rupert.

You're welcome.

Now, can you point us in the right direction?

South.

That's back towards Nutwood!

Whoa!

Hurry it up there, ye bilge rat!

All done, Captain Stubbs!

Whoa!

Oof!

We'll test her out on a gentle south breeze

to see if she holds.

Fill the sails, ye glowerin' gust of hot air!

And, remember, yer brothers are at my mercy.

A fine job.

Now, onto the plank with ye.

Hang on.

Perhaps I could, um, join the crew.

I always wanted to be a pirate.

A-har. How about it?

Captain Stubbs needs no help!

"The flag I fly is the skull and bones.

"The ship I sails, I sails alone ...s."

A-har-har-har! Another fine rhyme

from the poetical pen of Captain Stubbs!

So, um, you... like... poetry, do you?

Tis me only pleasure, aside from pillagin', that is.

"He rules the wind, he rules the rain.

"His might and muscles match his brain."

Um, "he's so great,

"I'd like to join his club

"because there's none can match as Ezekiel Stubb ...s."

Well, by the skull and crossbones!

You just made that up, did ye?

♪ Oh, the pirate's life is a jolly old life, ♪

♪ and there's none like Captain Stubbs. ♪

♪ He's fierce, he's brave, he's got a big knife ♪

♪ and he washes his feet in a tub...s. ♪

Aaar, ye got talent, lad.

Keep me entertained, and ye won't be takin'

any long walks off a short plank, got it?

(Gulping) Got it.

The fish are at the turnips, dear.

Rupert will be pleased to hear that.

Hello there.

Hello, Elgin.

What brings you out in this weather?

Bit of an emergency, I'm afraid.

Brambleberry Bridge is looking a little chancy.

Can you lend a hand to shore it up?

Certainly.

(Panting)

Sitting around on a brass pole all day...

doesn't exactly... keep you fit.

Keep going, Wendel! You can do it!

There's Captain Stubbs!

Say Captain Stubbs,

ever go fishing with your father?

No, Bill, I always use worms.

Bah! That 'uns as old as a Jolly Roger's gym socks!

Give me a soothin' ballad,

before I turn ye into ballast!

Heh, heh, sure. Um ...

any requests?

Let's have another song about me,

one about my raid

on Captain Peebles cloud clipper.

What raid?

The one coming up shortly, to steal the monsoons!

I'm master of the Four Winds now,

and the world's weather is mine for the takin'!

Now sing!


♪ Captain Stubbs, Captain Stubbs ♪

♪ plans to steal the monsoons

♪ Captain Stubbs, Captain Stubbs, ♪

♪ I hope you like my tunes ♪

(Panting)

Phew!

You two stay down here, out of sight.

(snoring)

(Humming Brahms Lullaby softly)

(Whispering) Psst! Bill!

(Humming)

♪ Get the key for the chests

♪ it's around his fat neck

♪ He's out to steal ♪

♪ Captain Peebles' monsoons ♪

♪ We've got to let the winds go soon ♪

Don't stop, lad.

Ye've got a voice like...

... like a thievin' sea dog!

Whoa!

Run!

Where are ye, ye scurrilous sprats!?

Quick, unlock the chests!

So, it's Mutiny, is it!?

Aarrhhh! A-har!

Yaaa!

A-ha-har-har!

Bandy with me, will ye?

This plan isn't working very well.

What I want to know is,

what happens when we reach the top?

Buk awk!

I don't like the direction this fight is going in.

Come on, Dewey.

Think it'll hold?

Not if this rain doesn't let up shortly.

My word!

(Clucking)

Isn't that Dewey?

I thought there was something familiar

about that little cumulonimbus.

(Clucking)

Poor old Nutwood.

What a mess.

If we don't get a wind soon, they'll... Eh? What's this?

It's that scurvy sky scavenger, Ezekiel Stubbs!

And me without a breath of wind!

Arrr!

Ahhh!

The key,

or it's happy landin's fer the both of ye!

A-har-har-har!

Har-har-har!

Buk!

Let him have it, Dewey!

Ow! Hey! Ow! Ooh! Ah! Ah! Ooh!

Going my direction?

(Clucking)

Ow! Yow!

Belay that foul weather!

We've got to warn Captain Peebles!

Run if ye want, ye wretches!

You won't get far!

"Kelp is red, the Nimbus is blue,

"the Master of the Winds is comin' fer you"!

A-har!

He's after you,

Captain Peebles!

He's going to steal the monsoons!

Calm down, lads.

I've bumped heads with Stubbs before,

and he's always got the bigger bruise.

(Laughing)

But, Captain,

he's got the Four Winds under his command!

Hmmm... now that's a different kettle of fish altogether.

Buk! The North Wind! Strongest of them all!

Peebles! Ye've got seconds

to give up yer monsoons!

I shall never surrender!

Can we beat him?

Outgunned, and him with the Four Winds

to do his bidding?

I doubt it, Rupert.

But we'll go down fighting!

I'd rather win.

Whoa!

Buk!

Surrender

yer cargo, Peebles!

Never!

Captain Peebles doesn't stand a chance

if he can't maneuver!

Wait a minute!

I think I know a way to...

precipitate the defeat of Captain Stubbs.

Come on, Dewey!

Whoaa!

Oh, don't worry about me, Rupert, I'll be fine.

It won't last much longer!


Professor!

I need your special mixture! The one you used on Dewey!

Don't you think we've had enough rain, Rupert?

What are you and Dewey up to, son?

Sorry, there's no time to explain.

Yaa! Yaa!

One more like that and he'll send us to the bottom!

Just get me close enough, Dewey!

A raiding party!

It's working, Dewey!

The thunderclap is starting to rain!

Avast, we've sprung a leak!

By Jove, that Rupert's a smart lad.

He does have his moments.

Abandon ship! Captain Stubbs first!

No!

My plunder!

I've heard of it raining cats and dogs,

but this is ridiculous!

Look, buckos, I was only doin' what pirates do.

Ye're not goin' to get ugly about it, are you?

Good riddance to a bad bit of cargo.

(Laughing)

CAPTAIN PEEBLESQuick!

Over you go, lads!

There's a fair wind for Asia!

Take care, Dewey!

And you, Wendel, safe journey.

(Clucking)

Much as I've enjoyed my outing,

it'll be nice to get back to the Valley of Storms.

Calmer there, you know.

(Clucking)

Goodbye, Captain Peebles!

Goodbye!

I believe these are the biggest

and best roses we've ever had!

Nothing like a little shower to bring them along, dear.

I wonder how the Captain and Dewey made out

on the Monsoon run.

Oh, no, not again!

Bill, look at this!

"Thank you, Rupert and Bill.

"The monsoons came off like a charm.

"Signed Captain Peebles and Dewey."

"Rain Cloud First Class"!

You're welcome!

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