01x05 - Escape from Byjovia

[bunniefuu]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- I can't believe

my Royal Guards

have been bested more than once

by a bunch of

treacherous orphans.

Ugh. No, no, no.

The redhead's eyes were

smaller, downright beady.

You must get her poster right

above all!

She's the nasty little

ringleader.

Ugh, no, no.

Just--just--just give it here.

The set of her mouth: Insolent.

Jawline: Irritating.

Bangs: obstinate.

Ready the guillotine!

And the junior guillotine!

- Oh, uh--

[chuckles]

I'm sorry, Your Majesty,

but we don't have

a junior guillotine.

- Well then, you better

build one, hadn't you?

[groans]

Finished!

I want these posters put on

every vertical surface

in the kingdom,

and the horizontal surfaces

too.

This is serious!

[thrilling rock music]

- Lot of people telling me

what I should be ♪

But I want to make

my own destiny ♪

Got a feeling that

it might be time for me ♪

To find my own way ♪

'Cause I can feel it

in my heart ♪

It takes a lot to be brave,

but just a little to start ♪

Let's go take

a million chances ♪

Let's go change

our circumstances ♪

I'm gonna write my own story

and the hero is me ♪

♪

[flames whoosh]

[horse neighs]

- So if King Conrad is alive,

where the heck is he?

- That is indeed

the mystery at hand.

Neither Gastley nor Fendra

seemed to be aware of

his whereabouts either.

- I'm curious about

this Fendra woman,

or rather,

disembodied voice, you say?

[pants]

There are wanted posters for

you hanging all over town.

At first, I wasn't worried

because they were crudely drawn

stick figures.

But then those posters

were replaced with these.

- Boy, they really captured

my excellent cheekbones.

Forget your cheekbones!

This means you're Byjovia's

most wanted.

[pounding on door]

Hide, quickly!

- [bleats]

[horse neighs]

- Oi, don't you hear us

knocking?

- Knocking? No.

[chuckles]

We're looking for fugitives

and demand a head count of

every resident of this barn.

- Yes. As you can see,

it's just us here.

[horse snorts]

Uh, then who's that?

- Uh, uh, hello.

[clears throat]

Er, um,

I was just inspecting that.

It looked, um, crumbly.

[sneezes]

all: Gezundheit!

- Ah. [sniffles]

Hay fever.

- Bean, look,

he's got a peg leg.

Uh. [chuckles] Yep, sure do.

Just one of many, many

Byjovians with a prosthetic.

Hmm, well, might be our man,

but it's hard to tell.

Bean, bring in the print.

Hmm.

[dog barks]

[distant clanking]

[grunting]

'Tis one of the fearsome

giant's peg prints.

[thuds]

[panting]

- Place your peg leg in

to see if it's a match.

Hup, there we are.

Hmm. Not a match. Okay.

Uh, well, do you recognize

this dastardly orphan?

- No, sirree.

- Nope.

- No. I thought redheads were

a myth.

- Aww.

Well, keep your eyes peeled

for any suspicious-looking

children, giants, or singers,

- and report 'em.

- Mm-hmm. Will do.

- Oh, yes.

- Oh, I hate singers.

- On three.

- Great.

both: One, two, three.

[both straining]

- Here, I'll get the door

for you fine gentlemen.

- Ah!

- [gasps]

- Look like a fence,

look like a fence.

Ah!

♪

[honking]

[guards straining]

- Oh.

- [gasps]

[panicked honking]

- I think something's wrong

with your goose.

Hurry. In, in!

[sighs]

- Hmm?

- Oh, Max!

What's happening to me?

What happened to my hands?

Oh! And my feet?

And my--wow!

And there's feathers there!

There should not

be feathers there.

- Uncle Budrick!

- [honking]

Mumblin! What did you do?

- Change me back, [honks]

you daffy wizard.

- Quick,

undo this goosely sham.

Make him once again a man.

[honks]

- Dragon's scale and

rich man's schooner,

- turn this goose into a crooner.

- [honks]

- Right the wrong

that I just did.

Give the uncle back to the kid.

- [honks]

- D'oh!

This blasted wand is

out of juice.

Absolutely useless!

I have no intention of

leaving you like this forever.

I will figure something out.

Hopefully.

Hopefully? [honks]

At least you're safe.

They'll never recognize you

like this.

Yeah!

Mumblin, turn me

into a goose too!

- Max, coming to

Byjovia was a disaster!

We oughta go back on the road.

With you as a goose?

- We never planned on

staying here for good, anyway.

Oh, man.

How am I supposed to tell

Uncle Gooserick--

I mean, Budrick--that the

troubadour life isn't for me?

Especially now that

I have real friends!

Your uncle's right, Max.

You'll be safer

outside Byjovia.

- But what about Kevyn,

and Simon, and Millie?

- We'll hide them here

in the stable.

Hopefully, King Gastley will

get bored with the search

and move on to

some other poor souls.

- I can help with the animals!

- [bleats]

- And I can help Simon help

with the animals.

- Or we could help restore

the true King of Byjovia

- to the throne!

- Yeah!

Wait, what?

- It's right here in

this book I stole--

uh, borrowed--

from the castle library.

- I've discovered a prophecy.

- [gasps]

- A prophecy about you, Max!

- [gasps]

- Say what now?

- Listen!

"A wicked man will

rule the land

"and call the crown his own.

"But if our realm is

to survive,

"he must be overthrown.

"One day,

a rescuing force will rise

"to set our kingdom free.

"The hero's name will be

a boy's,

but so much more they'll be."

- Sure, Max could be

a boy's name, but--

- "A mane of ginger hair

they'll have

"with eyes of sparkling jade.

"And in their small,

but steadfast hand,

they'll hold a royal blade."

That's you, Max.

Red hair, green eyes, blade?

- It all adds up.

- No way.

- "They have courage

first and foremost,

"but kindness in their heart.

"While knowing is

half the battle,

"magic will do its part.

"They will surprise us

with their size,

"for youth will save the day.

"When they take flight

at dawn's first light,

the blade shall point the way."

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're off your rocker,

book boy.

Everything in that is

just a coincidence.

And I don't even

have a royal blade.

It's just some dagger

I "borrowed"

from a road bandit. See?

[magical whoosh]

Ah!

[magical thrumming]

- [all gasp]

- [honks]

Max, are you seeing this?

- As I live and breathe.

- Holy moly!

- [stammering] What? I bet lots

of daggers glow spontaneously.

Okay, that sounded ridiculous

even to me.

My little Max is a hero!

Let me see that blade.

[sniffs]

[licks] Mmm.

- Yeah, that's how

you lose a tongue.

Cool.

Oh, my.

This dagger has been imbued

with a very special

enchantment.

A-ha!

As I suspected,

there's an inscription.

"This blade shall point to

King Conrad."

- But I took it from

someone else.

I wasn't even meant to have it.

I think you were.

- The dagger went to

great lengths

to find its way

into the right hands,

the hands of a hero.

A hero? Me?

[scoffs]

No way!

Sorry, dagger, but you've

clearly got the wrong--

- Wait, there's something else

written here.

So small I almost missed it.

"They must slay a dragon

to become a knight.

Then restore the king

to end the kingdom's plight."

- Slay a dragon

and become a knight?

Slay a dragon

and become a knight!

Hold on, is this

really happening?

Yes, it's happening!

This is exactly the life

I've always wanted!

But wait, I'm just a kid.

A kid who's never backed down

from a challenge!

Yeah, but this is

a huge challenge.

The stakes are so high.

You're darn right they're high!

Byjovia needs me!

Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh.

Am I actually doing this?

Of course you're gonna do this.

You're Max.

Just--it's a dragon.

It's not so big.

You just take your little sword

and go dagger-dagger,

stab-stab,

and then it's done. Easy!

Easy-peasy.

- Uh, you okay, Max?

- Huh? Oh!

Yeah, I'm better than okay,

actually. You know why?

Because I'm going on a quest.

Who's with me?

- I am!

- Definitely!

- Me!

- Us!

- We are!

- [honks]

- The important thing is,

we're all in this together.

Now, how do we escape Byjovia

undetected?

[guards stomping]

- Darn! If we could only get

to the well,

- we could wish for a way out.

- The well.

[gasps] I think you're onto

something, Millie.

What if we sneak out

through the well?

The water in there is coming

from somewhere, right?

Ah! I have a map for that.

[grunting]

- It's a map of

all the waterways in Byjovia.

As you can see,

the well in the main square

- connects to the river, here.

- And if we reach the river,

we can get out of Byjovia

through the main shipping gate.

- Yes, yes.

The gate's usually open

so the trade ships

can come and go.

- This just might work!

- Yeah!

While Gastley is searching

the streets,

we'll be escaping by boat.

There's just one problem.

Mom, Dad,

both you and Mumblin are

too big to fit in the well.

I'm afraid this means I must

withdraw from this quest.

I cannot leave my parents.

I'm sorry, Midknights.

Please take notes so

I can write an account

of your adventures

when you return.

- No.

- But, Mom--

- what are you saying?

- You have to go.

Kevyn, you and your friends

are the future of Byjovia.

Your mom's right.

You kids are really

something together.

But the key word is "together."

You'll have an easier time

finding King Conrad

- by working as a team.

- Really?

- Also,

your handsome little mug

is on every wall in Byjovia.

Too many people are

looking for you here.

- Thank you for believing

in me

in us.

You won't be coming either?

I'm afraid not, dear girl.

Well or no well,

I'm troubled by

the signs of dark magic

I've been seeing.

This Fendra appears to be

a powerful sorceress.

If she's working with Gastley,

I must learn more about her

and from where she came.

And let's face it, I need to

brush up on my own magic, too.

- Don't worry, I'll be there

to watch over the kids.

Thanks, Uncle Budrick.

- Okay, we're all set

on the plan?

- [bleats]

- Oop! No, hold on! Hold on!

I forgot about

the bestowing of the gifts.

The what now?

- Wizards are contractually

obligated

to bestow gifts upon those

embarking on a quest.

It's in the bylaws.

Let me see here. Let me see.

[objects clattering]

Aha!

First, to Max,

the Ring of Return.

Should the need arise

for one of you to reach me,

put on the ring and zap.

It will ring--uh, I mean,

bring you straight to me.

Hey! [giggles]

- To Kevyn, I bestow upon you

a Mirroring Book.

Whatever you write

within these pages

will appear as text in a book

that I will give to

your parents

so they can follow along with

your journey.

- And for posterity!

- Sure, that too.

And your parents can write

messages back to you

in their book.

For Millie.

[laughter]

[grunts]

It's not working anymore,

but I know you're a fan, so I--

I thought you might

want to hang on to it

- as a little souvenir.

- [gasps]

I shall call it Wanda!

- And for Simon,

I've saved the best of all,

gum!

[flatly] Wow.

[sniffs]

Minty.

- Uhoh!

And some rope, too.

- [gasps]

Magic rope?

- Barn rope.

- Oh.

Ooh, and what do I get?

- I've already given you

the gift of anonymity.

- So enjoy.

- Yeah, great.

- Mumblin, could you do me

a favor

and take Doris with you

wherever it is you live,

out of danger?

[bleats]

- Make her think it's 'cause

you want her help though.

I don't want it to

affect her self-esteem.

It would be my honor.

[bleats]

Thus ends the bestowing

of the gifts.

The quest may commence!

[panting]

Where could those fugitives

have gone, Barley?

Hmm?

[bleats]

Ah! Did you see that?

It was the peg leg giant,

turned into a sheep using

dark forbidden magic!

I saw it with my own eyes!

- I knew the giant was hiding

in a different form!

- Why, you never said that?

- Well, I thought it!

Hey! Follow that sheep!

- Let's go.

- Get her.

She's so fast!

Hurry, dears!

They'll only chase after Doris

for so long.

[all grunting]

Be brave, my darling.

Stay safe.

- Thank you for

everything you did

- for me and Uncle Budrick.

- And for me.

Besides Millie, I've never had

any other family before.

Me neither.

Oh, come here.

[weeping]

[honks]

- - This way!

- Huh?

- Come on, this way!

Time to go, Midknights.

- [yelps]

[distant splash]

Hmm.

[sentimental flute melody]

[energetic rock music]

- [sniffles]

- [sobs]

♪

[all shouting and laughing]

♪

[all shrieking]

[water splashing]

[all coughing and gasping]

- The docks are

just over yonder.

[panting] Make for that pier!

[gasps]

[all groan and thud]

[grunts]

[sneaky music]

Huh?

♪

[grunts]

[whispering] Hold up.

If we're gonna steal this boat,

the least we can do

is leave an I-O--

- Oi!

- [yelps]

- [screams]

- What are you kids doing?

Uh, oh, there you are.

We've been looking

all over for you.

We need to rent this boat,

my good boat renting man.

- [whispers]

Rent with what exactly?

[normally]

Do you accept IOUs?

- I'm halfway through the O.

- It's coin or nothing, kid.

- Oh, yeah? Well, you might

change your tune

when you see this!

A toenail?

- [gasps]

Millie, your toenail?

- [whispering]

Millie, what are you doing?

- Not just any toenail.

A lucky toenail.

Is this some kind of prank?

- Sir, I promise you,

it's no prank.

This toenail has saved my life

and brought me good fortune.

Why, just the other day,

I fell at least 50 feet

from the air,

and yet, here I am.

- Oh, that--that's right, sir!

I've seen incredible things

happen to her

ever since she got

that toenail.

It's made her impervious

to harm,

and she's won contest

after contest.

- No, I haven't--

- Aged a day since getting it.

That's right,

she hasn't aged a day.

By natural law,

she should be 29 by now.

29?

- Blimey! Give it here.

Give it here!

Take whichever boat you like.

Say, aren't you those kids

King Gastley's looking for?

- [all denying]

- [honks]

[tense music]

- Okay, if you say so.

[rope snaps]

[water splashes]

[triumphant music]

[whistles]

[all sigh]

- That was some quick thinking,

Millie.

A lucky toenail?

[laughs]

What a whopper!

- Oh, I wasn't lying.

My toenail clippings are lucky.

[laughs] Sorry, what?

- I always keep a toenail

clipping in my pocket

and I'm always lucky.

How do you think I survived

getting dropped by

that gargoyle?

And how do we keep

escaping Gastley?

Guys, it's pretty obvious.

I mean, what other explanation

could there be?

Millie, I believe our success

has been the result of chance

and our own efforts.

- Pfft. Chance, schmance.

Tell 'em, Simon.

These babies have gotten you

out of a few scrapes

- over the years, am I right?

- What can I say?

I learned to stop questioning

the toenail a long time ago.

- The water gate is

just up ahead.

[deep rumbling]

[squeals]

Oh, my word!

The creature!

She got

a taste for me in the moat.

She's come to finish

what she started!

Uh, Your Majesty?

Ugh, not you again.

Bring him in, Bean!

Come on, you. [grunts]

What did you eat?

See, this old geezer's been

bragging 'round the pub

about a group of kids

giving him a lucky toenail

in exchange for a boat.

Says the toenail led him to

a discarded sack of coins.

Ha! 'Tis my lucky day!

I knew toenails were lucky.

- Why, you never said that.

- Well, I thought it!

So let me just recap.

You gave them a boat

in exchange for a toenail?

[chuckles, inhales deeply]

Close the ports now!

No one goes in or out

of this kingdom

until I have those criminals

in hand.

[roars, squeals]

[rock music]

[screaming]

[monster screeches]

- Oof!

- [yelps]

- Loose lips sink ships,

I come equipped ♪

I got eight arms

to hold you down ♪

Battle cry ♪

[monster roars]

- Do or die, I got

eight arms to hold you down ♪

Nothing's easy,

getting queasy ♪

But questing's the best

and I'm feeling beastly ♪

[all screaming]

- I'll never let you go ♪

Oh, ay, oh ♪

I've got eight arms to hold

you down ♪

- [screams]

Kevyn!

I knew it remembered me!

- I got eight arms

to hold you down ♪

I'm a beast, I'm a beast ♪

I'm ripping off my leash ♪

[monster snarls]

[boat creaking]

♪

The gate's closing!

- We have to go for

the gate now,

or we're not gonna make it.

- Either way, I got eight

arms to hold you down ♪

I'm a beast, I'm off my

leash, so come with me ♪

I got eight arms

to hold you down ♪

[monster rumbling]

[magical shimmering]

[monster roars]

- Oh, ay, oh,

I hope you always know ♪

Oh, ay, oh, I got eight arms

to hold you down ♪

[monster roars]

♪

[all screaming]

[all grunt]

Millie!

You're not just lucky,

you're magic!

- Astonishing!

- Try something else.

- Change Uncle Budrick

back into a man.

- Yes, change

Uncle Budrick back!

[grunting]

[sighs]

I don't understand.

In the water,

the wand just seemed

to know what I was thinking.

- Maybe it's because

you're a beginner?

- Yes! Perhaps the magic has

always been within you,

but without proper training,

it only comes out during

moments of duress!

That would explain

the narrow escapes

you've had in the past.

- So I guess

my toenail clippings

aren't lucky after all.

- Better than that;

they're magic! Just like you.

- You're right! I can do magic!

[exited scream]

- Whoa, whoa, keep it down.

We're still on the run here.

- Speaking of which

[magical whoosh]

Okay, dagger, what now?

Welp, I guess we've got

our marching orders.

[charming folk rock music]

♪

And with that simple gesture,

our five heroes set off

on their adventure,

filled with a million

conflicting emotions:

excitement, fear, trepidation,

doubt, hope

- Uh, what you doin', Kevyn?

- Narrating!

It's the start of our quest

and I'm getting

the creative juices flowing

for what will become my book

about our adventures.

Oh.

- The crisp dawn air was

pregnant with possibility.

What lay in wait for the

Midknights on the road ahead?

What people would

become friends?

What people would

become enemies?

What friends would

become enemies?

What people would become

the friends of the enemies,

- of the people, and enemies?

- [groans]

It's just, uh--

are you gonna do this

the whole quest?

- Haven't decided.

- Right.

[charming folk rock music]

[distant rooster crows]

- Lost in thought,

our heroes reflected on

the personal experiences

that had brought them to

this very moment.

[all groaning]

Okay, executive decision:

you cannot do this

the whole time.

Oh, thank goodness.

- [quietly]

The prophecy weighed on Max,

causing her to say things

she didn't mean,

when deep down,

she understood this moment,

this very moment,

belonged to history

and needed to be preserved

for future generations.

- all: Kevyn!

- [honks]

[thrilling rock music]

[energetic rock music]

♪