♪
(Cups clinking)
(Crowd cheering)
(Laughing)
♪
Redwall!
♪
♪
(Rumbling)
(Gasping)
What’s happened?
Come on!
(Rumbling)
Did you hear that?
Hear what?
A sound like distant thunder?
Your mind’s starting to play
tricks on you, old one!
Hmm, perhaps.
(Laughing)
We must’ve brought the whole
mountain down!
(Laughing)
How deliciously wonderful!
♪ I k*lled them
♪ I k*lled them all
♪ I’ve k*lled them ♪
(Laughing)
You’re right, there, chief!
k*lled ’em all, you did!
Silence!
MATTIMEOCome on!
(Growling)
Start digging!
Father, can you hear me?
Daddy, it’s Auma!
Where did they come from?
Um, where did who come from,
chief?
Them!
(Groaning)
I thought you had them under
lock and chain!
Well, uh, they must’ve
escaped!
Really, and how might that
have happened?
Blockhead!
You two get the others, then
bring them back here!
Aren’t you afraid they’ll dig
their friends out of the cave
while we’re away?
Nothing on Earth could move
that lot!
It isn’t a cave anymore, it’s a
grave!
♪
How incredible!
After all these seasons of
fruitless searching, Baby Rollo
finds the tomb of our founder,
Abbess Germaine!
Aye, t’were amazement,
indeed, sir!
Not a sight I expected to see!
Yes, yes, it’s all very
exciting, but can we get on with
this?
What does the writing say?
Writin’?
All I see’s is lot ’un funny
scratches!
It’s Loamscript!
What in the name in fur and
feathers is Loamscript?
In ages past, the Abbess
Germaine lived in a place known
as Loamhedge.
The land she was driven from
before she founded Redwall
Abbey!
Very good, Cornflower!
And because Redwall’s first
inhabitants came from Loamhedge,
all our early records were
written in...
Loamscript!
Now I remember.
Can you read it, Abbot?
Alas, no.
However, I seem to remember that
Brother Methuselah did pass this
skill onto one of our number.
But... but who now?
Who was it?
John Churchmouse was his
name.
John!
You shouldn’t be out of bed!
Couldn’t sleep, y’see,
wondering if Matthias and the
others have found my Tess and
Tim.
I feel so helpless!
Not at all, John.
Here’s something that may help
to bring your young ones back.
Loamscript!
So, that’s what you were talking
about!
Can you read it, John?
Oh, dear, it’s been so long!
Might as well be written in
butterfly-ese!
It’ll come back to you.
"Take this graven page and seek
what my words and stone could
mean".
"Somewhere ’twixt our Earth
and sky, birds and gentle
breezes roam".
"What can’t fly yet has a
beak, mixed up letters ever
green".
"Good fortune now and on
your way".
Very pretty, but what does it
mean?
What it means is that we’re
not about to solve a long and
complicated riddle at this hour
of the night.
I second that!
Tomorrow morning we’ll bring
clear minds.
Until then, good night, all.
(Sighing)
Martin, we’ve found the
message, but it’s going to take
time to decipher.
If only there was some way to
let him know that help was on
the way.
Please help him to be strong,
Martin.
He must be strong.
CORNFLOWER, ECHOINGBe
strong...
Be strong...
Be strong...
(Groaning)
Oh!
(Groaning)
Is everybeast all right?
(Groaning)
Uh-huh.
(Coughing)
I think so!
All right?
A fellow can hardly be all right
when he’s buried up to his
middle in rocks and whatnot!
He looks all right.
You’re right, but what kind
of magic lets us see him in
total darkness?
Many caves have a natural
glow in their walls.
Then let’s put it to good use
and start by freeing Basil.
Ah, greatly appreciated,
don’t you know!
Orlando, can you put your
back to this rock and push it
away from him?
The rest of you, grab his paws
and start pulling while I dig
the loose stuff away.
Strange this hillside would
stand for ages then suddenly
decide to slide for no good
reason.
(Grunting)
Oh, easy there, lads!
Yep, seems to me we’ve been
lured in here and trapped!
Agreed, Stump, old lad!
Ouch!
And I’ll bet a salad to a soup
bowl it was old sly boots, the
masked pygmy!
What do you say, Matthias?
I say keep still, Basil!
We’ve almost got you out!
Ready, everyone?
Heave ho, old Sir Hare!
Out you come!
(Groaning)
Hurry, now!
I can’t hold this much longer!
Oh!
(Rumbling)
Dashed close!
Thanks, one and all!
When I get my hands on that fox,
I swear I’ll--
Don’t get all excited, Basil!
You’ll use up the air before we
get a chance to plan our escape!
You’re right, Matthias.
If those slavers meant this to
be our tomb, they’ve done a good
job of it.
Our tomb?
Are we going to die?
Now, then, young otter, me
lad!
Never say die!
You shall be walloping around in
the river again before the
night’s over, don’t you agree,
Matthias?
Only if we start digging,
Basil.
(Groaning)
Oh, this is impossible!
Every time you dig a bit out,
the earth slides in and fills
the gap again!
Doesn’t matter!
Our families are in there, so
we’ve got to keep trying!
(Groaning)
(Laughing)
Dig all you want, little
fools, but you’ll never see your
friends or your parents again,
ever!
JOHN"To that place I once
called home"...
This line has to be the key!
Yes, if the Abbess did write
this, "the place I once called
home" must be Loamhedge!
And if the past riddles of
Redwall are any indication,
Loamhedge may be the place that
vile fox is taking our young
ones!
Agreed, but that doesn’t help
us unless we know where
Loamhedge is!
The answer must be in the
rhyme.
But how do you make sense of
words such as, "Somewhere ’twixt
our Earth and sky, birds and
gentle breezes roam"?
What else is there between Earth
and sky?
I don’t know.
Let’s look!
Treetops is all I see.
Ah!
What better place for our
founder to leave a clue than in
the top of the very building she
designed!
Yes, but where?
Patience, John.
The answers will be in the
riddle!
(Laughing)
Words cut in stone?
Something that can’t fly but
has a beak?
Got me on that one!
What about mixed up letters
ever green?
Green!
(Giggling)
Oh, this is getting us
nowhere!
(Laughing)
I fail to see what’s so funny,
Cornflower!
I’m not laughing at you,
John, I’m laughing at Baby
Rollo!
While we’ve been puzzling our
brains out, he’s found the
answer again!
Green, green, green!
Mixed up letters ever green!
Some of the letters are dyed
green!
All we have to do is get the
green letters in the right
order!
Then, let’s be quick about
it, for I have a terrible
feeling that time is running
out.
(Groaning)
(Coughing)
Truth is, Matthias, I don’t
think we’re making a dent!
And we’re becoming weaker all
the time.
That’s because the air is
running out.
I don’t think it will do any
good to let the others know.
Young Cheek will panic, and
Basil will just start jumping
around trying to think up
schemes to get us out.
(Laughing)
I doubt that, old chum.
I used up all me energy on those
bally old rocks.
Basil, you were listening.
Say no more, old lad, I
understand the situation.
Backs to the wall and all that!
So what do we do?
Think hard, breathe light,
and, uh, hope for a miracle.
(Groaning)
By the fur, can’t you stop
dumping muck on top of me!
Drink this and cool down!
We’ll get nowhere yelling at
each other!
It’s all right for you to
talk!
Your father isn’t buried in
there, is he?
And where in the name of claw
has that hedgehog Jude got to?
Over here, little hero!
Here are your friends!
(Sobbing)
We’ve got ’em outnumbered!
Charge ’em!
Redwall!
My my, aren’t we the bold
one?
Surrender, mouse, and do it or
I’ll smash little missy’s skull
to a pulp!
And I never miss.
(Gasping)
Right, then, let’s be on our
way, and we can take our time
now.
There’s nobody following us
anymore!
(Laughing)
And don’t forget, now, the
first person to put the letters
in the right order will receive
a prize of pink iced Woodland
plum and spice cake!
All upside backways, if’n
you’re askin’ I!
How about, coop water bib?
ABBOT ALFCot abbey prow?
(Laughing)
Well, we’ll keep that as a
possibility, John!
Cot abbey prow?
No, but change these letters
around and...
Got it!
Top abbey crow?
Crow on the abbey top?
Well, at least that’s something
we can investigate!
Well done, Baby Rollo!
And your helpers!
I declare you... the winners!
Cake!
Which we will share with
everyone.
Okay!
What are you staring at,
mouse?
You should’ve k*lled me while
you could, fox!
No, I’ve decided to let you
live... to suffer!
Then you’re not only cowardly
murdering scum, you’re a fool,
because from now on, I live with
one purpose onlyto k*ll you!
Mouse, you need to learn some
manners!
(Grunting)
(Panting)
Get another cane and try
harder, half face!
I’m tired of this mouse!
Skinpaw!
CONSTANCEWell done!
Oh!
Yum!
(Laughing)
Top abbey crow?
What do you suppose they’re up
to?
♪
Round top of roof!
More stone birds!
What kind of birds, Warbeak?
Upbird, gooseflyer, elbird,
crowbird...
What can’t fly yet has a
beak!
Why, a crow made of stone, of
course!
Crowbird!
The top abbey crow!
And each bird faces a
different direction!
Warbeak, on which side was
the crowbird?
That side!
South!
South, to Loamhedge?
Perhaps, but how do we know
for sure?
Match wormsign under
crowbird!
Wormsign?
There’s writing under the
crowbird?
If Jess or Sam Squirrel were
here, they could climb up and
investigate!
No need squirrel, sparrows
can fly!
Yes, Warbeak, but you can’t
read... what did you call it?
Wormsign?
True...
But we could teach her how to do
a rubbing!
What?
If the sparrows held a piece
of parchment flat against the
writing, Queen Warbeak could rub
over it with charcoal and bring
us back a copy!
Could you do that, Warbeak?
We go... we do!
(Panting)
No... air... must... stay
awake... but... can’t...
Can’t...
♪
Orlando’s battle axe!
Martin, old friend!
(Gasping)
Martin, it’s me, Matthias!
Why are you attacking me?
(Gasping)
(Screaming)
(Groaning)
The handle!
(Groaning)
(Rumbling)
Oh...
Air!
Thank you, Martin!
Basil, Orlando, everybody!
Air!
LOG-A-LOGCome on, shrews!
It can’t be!
So that’s what made all the
noise!
Apparently so!
And now you’ve taken us far out
of our way to investigate,
without a vote, I might add!
May we please proceed to our
destination?!
Uh-huh.
MATHIASHelp...!
Wait, did you hear that?
Hear what?
MATTHIASCan anyone hear me?
There it is again!
There what is?
Voices, coming from these
rocks!
The rocks are talking?
In that case, Log-a-log,
perhaps it’s time to call for a
leadership review under section
, paragraph A of the Guosim
collective agreement on--
Look, there!
Do you think they saw it?
Yes!
Who’s in there?
Log-a-log, is that you, old
bossy whiskers?
It’s me, Matthias of Redwall!
Well, crumble my cake!
Matthias, you old sword swinger,
aren’t you in a pickle!
BASILPlenty of pickles,
with no cheese!
MATTHIASCan you get us out?
Could be tricky, but don’t
worry!
We’ll have you out in time for
supper, Basil!
Did you hear that?
Yes, supper!
(Laughing)
Very good!
Sparrow no miss a thing!
Get ’em all wormsign!
Hrr, hrr!
That you’m have, clever old
bird!
Well, that’s the lot of it,
and quite a lot there is!
More than twenty pages!
Yes, but what is it?
As far as I can tell, it’s a
crude map and a very long poem.
Far too long to work out all at
once!
But I think we can make sense of
the opening passage!
"Those who wish to challenge
fate, to a jumbled shout walk
straight".
"Sunset fires in dexteree, find
where Loamhedge used to be".
A jumbled shout?
I’ve got it!
Un-jumble the letters in shout!
And you get...
South!
The same message the abbey top
crow gave us!
So, Loamhedge is south!
Yes, and no doubt the rest of
this poem gives the exact route!
And maybe even tells us of
dangers along the way!
If only we could get it to
Matthias!
Make copies for each sparrow!
Birds spread out in all
directions!
Some sparrow find him, you see!
It just might work!
Oh, I think I may actually be
full!
(Laughing)
If it were slavers who did
this, then we’re going with you.
Now he thinks you’re dead, this
Slagar won’t be so careful!
We’ll track them easy and put an
end to their evil trade!
I’m not sure everyone agrees,
Log-a-log!
That one looks like trouble!
Skan?
He wants to be the new
Log-a-log, so he’ll probably
stay behind, but that’s my
problem.
We leave at sun up.
(Growling)
(Laughing)
Slagar says no food for you
escapers!
A taste of real hunger will make
you more obedient!
Are you all right?
You seem to have changed since
we were recaptured.
I’ve been thinking.
I was born the son of the
Redwall Warrior, and one day
that is what I will be.
(Laughing)
I promise I will not rest until
you and all the others are
returned safely to your homes
and families.
I know you will.
But you’re wrong about one
thing, Mattimeo; as of today,
you are a warrior!
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