♪
(Cups clinking)
(Crowd cheering)
(Laughing)
♪
Redwall!
♪
♪
If it gets any hotter, we’ll
roast.
We should have tried to cross
the river at dawn, rat.
You would have been caught
out on the open water in
daylight.
That means death.
(Crying)
Silence, vole!
No!
You’ll take my life before you
take hers.
We’ll all be dead if she
gives away our hiding place with
that racket.
Then leave her to me.
(Growling)
Your mob had better be ready
as soon as the sun sets.
They will be.
♪
(Birds chirping)
♪
(Grunting)
(Grunting)
Bollywoggled.
That’s what we are, old lad.
Flummocated, and flippin’
bollywoggled.
VOICEBollywoggled?
Bellyhobbled.
(Screaming)
Someone’s had their jelly
wobbled.
Don’t cower so low; I’m friend,
not foe.
Good morning, I am called
Matthias, Warrior of Redwall.
Sir Harry the Muse is the
name that I use.
That’s funny, why are you
called The Muse?
Why, pray, do you suppose?
I am master of poetry and prose.
No equal have I in field or
wood.
No creature a smidgen, a
fraction as good.
So, if you need a poet to
choose, I suggest the owl, Sir
Harry the Muse.
(Laughing)
Bravo, bravo, sir, well said.
Well said, indeed.
Unfortunately, we are not
looking for a poet at the
moment, sir Harry.
We’re looking for someone who
can get us up there.
We’re following a nasty fox.
A slaver, who has our friends
and family as captors.
Hmmm.
I might be able to help.
Cake.
Do you have any cake?
Hey, you didn’t talk in
rhyme, then.
Why not?
Wah!
Because this is business.
Verse is for conversation and
pleasantry.
Business is business.
Straight speaking.
Business, for goodness sake.
Perhaps, we can find some cake.
Maybe, my friend will bring to
you a shrew cake, baked by a
shrew.
Ho-ho-ho, not bad!
Not bad at all.
At least, it made me smile.
For a warrior, I’d say, quite
good.
You have a certain style.
Wait here, sir, I will be
back in a short while, and then
we’ll talk business.
♪
Right, troops, here’s the
drill!
I want to see how many archers
and sling throwers we can raise.
Sling throwers he can raise.
Now, when I give the command,
fire away at the bell tower.
But, mind, keep an eye on those
missiles.
What goes up, must come down!
What come down...
Redwall defence volunteers,
ready...
(Crowd chattering)
I can see this is going to be a
very long practice.
Now this, I have to see.
Let’s take a closer look.
♪
(Sighing)
(Laughing)
Do they dare even to attempt
to thr*aten us?
Our next att*ck will be a
pleasure.
Ha-ha-ha.
Ahh!
Our party is spread far apart
in the darkness of night, but I
found Log-a-log, and he’s
prepared a fine shrew cake for
you, sir.
Excellent!
Hmm...
Perhaps, now you can help us
find Slagar and our little ones.
Of course.
I watched the fox and his band
taking a sl*ve line-up to the
top, there, yesterday.
They were here yesterday?
How on earth did they get up
there?
There are rope ladders on the
top.
They pulled them up, so you
couldn’t follow.
Now, stand aside.
(Singing)
Now, for only the fifteenth
time.
Redwall defence volunteers...
Ready...
Aim...
Fire...
Ooh!
(Laughing)
They are not trained in the
ways of the warrior.
True, Ironbeak.
They can not hope to defeat us,
like this.
Let them waste their energy.
When they tire, we will strike.
k*ll if you must, but I want
hostages.
Then, they will see it is no use
trying to defy General Ironbeak.
♪
Be careful on the plateau.
There is danger, there.
Your journey ahead is perilous.
Good fortune go with you!
Ready...
Aim...
Fire...
(Laughing)
(Hammering)
Lay it on, good and heavy
across them stairs.
Rooter, you sprinkle a-plenty of
stone dust o’er the top.
Here, slap ’er on, Gaffer.
Hear, hear, we won’t have to
listen to ’em crows after this.
That’s right, Loamdog.
Now, if we’s all ready, give ’em
the signal.
♪
(Grunting)
(Crows screeching)
(Laughing)
That’ll teach ’em to laugh at
our army.
Quickly, you lot, before they
catch on to our plan.
Get that root trapdoor open,
quickly.
We’ll fly inside to the upper
gallery, and b*at them to the
stairs.
b*at what chairs, Chief?
I said, b*at them to the
stairs, ant brain.
Now, get that trap door open!
(Door squeaking)
♪
(Squawking)
Let go, you’re pulling me over!
Get off me, you’re all slimy!
(Laughing)
What a bunch of ninnies.
Here, hello, greasy beak!
How would you like a taste of
more grease?
There she goes!
They don’t know a
diversionary tactic when they
see one.
Some warriors...
It’s clear.
We move on.
The rats will join us by
darkness.
Matti, I’m scared that this
is the last sunset we’ll all
see.
I promise it’s not, Tess.
I’ll get us out of here, sooner
than you think.
Chief, I have news from the
slaves that may interest you.
(Chains jingling)
Ha, I’ve told Slagar about your
foolish plan to escape.
Ha-ha-ha.
He says we’ll be meeting
Stonefleck’s rats soon, and you
lot won’t stand a chance.
Ha-ha-ha
Woo, scared, are we?
(Sighing)
(Animals squeaking)
(Gasping)
Ahhh, help!
I can’t see them!
We must save Cheek.
Take cover.
CHEEKAhhh, help!
Save me!
Don’t leave me!
(Animals squeaking)
Treetops and timber!
Savages!
Cannibals!
Tree freaks!
(Squealing)
Treetops and timber!
Quick thinking, Jess.
You deserve a mention in
dispatches for that lot.
It’s not over, yet, Basil.
We’ve not got Cheek back yet,
and we don’t speak these
hooligans’ language.
She’s right, you know.
We’re caught in a bloomin’ old
stand-off.
The moment we let this chap go,
we’ll have the whole silly tribe
down on our heads.
Log-a-log, you go that way.
Just hide in the grass around
me, like that.
See if you can make them
understand we want to trade
their leader for Cheek.
Leave the rest to me, I’ve got
an idea.
♪
(Grunting)
(Squealing)
Stay close together.
They are definitely up to
something.
Log-a-log-a-log-a-log-a-log!
Look at them; they’re terrified
of fire.
Stay close to Log-a-log, and
don’t let the torches go out.
Don’t turn your backs on them.
Cornflower, I do wish you’d
tell me what you think you and I
can do alone to defeat those
wretched crows.
Shh, or the others will hear
us.
Mind that trip-wire by your left
paw.
(Gasping)
(Laughing)
The crows will still be cleaning
themselves up.
They’ll not be expecting another
att*ck, so soon.
(Laughing)
With the roof covered in grease,
the pesky birds won’t be able to
spot on our roof anymore.
(Singing)
When I say, pull both buckets at
the same time.
Ready.
Boo!
(Gasping)
Baby Rollo, what are you
doing?
Surprise!
(Crows cawing)
Get them!
(Screaming)
(Panting)
No time!
This way, quick!
(Crow cawing)
(Screaming)
Excellent.
Hostages.
Grubclaw, fly down and tell them
in the Abbey, I want a meeting.
Now, we’ve got the upper talon.
How much further, Stonefleck?
Be patient.
The rats meet us here.
This is it.
They’ll be here soon.
Shh!
Get ready.
(Rock thumping)
I think I hear the rats
coming.
My comrades are here.
Now!
Get them.
Chase them.
Seize them!
(Panting)
♪
We’re out of the woods.
You saved us, Matti.
We’ve a long way to go,
before we’re out of trouble.
But, it’s a start.
(Laughing)
(Gasping)
Well, me hearties, what have
we here?
And, what might the likes of you
horrible lot be doing out this
time of the night?
Leave us alone, and we’ll
cause you no trouble.
Cut ’em up, boys, ha-ha-ha.
(Crying)
Drop your knives, you
snivelling scum.
Those are the very creatures you
came to ferry across the water.
Stonefleck.
It is you.
(Laughing)
Out of the stewing pot, and
into the fire.
Good morning.
Do you wish to come inside?
What I have to say, can be
said out here, earth crawlers.
I hold the upper claw, now, so
we meet on my terms.
Then, speak.
What do you want of us?
Complete surrender, old
mouse.
I’m sorry, but that is
impossible.
Nothing is impossible, if you
hold dear the lives of your
creatures.
(Gasping)
Oh, dear, no.
I told you they’d try to
escape.
They’ll try it, again!
They could just jump overboard
and swim, if they wanted.
Impossible.
These waters are home to a
vicious breed of flesh-nibbling
fish.
They wouldn’t survive a minute.
It’s a long way down, isn’t
it?
If you don’t hit the sides, or
bounce off a few gutters.
Ha-ha-ha!
Imagine all that happening to a
baby mouse.
Then, as far as I’m
concerned, you have our
surrender.
But, not completely.
I am only the voice of one, and
the Abbey belongs to us all.
We must have time to consider
your offer, and then, a vote is
to be taken.
I will have your complete
surrender now!
I am sorry, but it is not my
decision.
Throw the captors from the roof,
if you must.
You will only lose the upper
talon.
For, then we’ll have nothing to
lose.
We need time to take a ballot.
How much time?
Oh, at least three sunsets.
That is too long.
Two sunsets, not three.
You will have two sunsets.
Thank you, Ironbeak.
You shall have our answer in two
sunsets from now.
Dash it!
We’ve missed the blighters.
What are we going to do, now?
No time to waste.
Leave this to me.
Rafting is my specialty.
Now, Orlando, can you cut me
down a nice, tall, straight
tree?
(Grunting)
Flugg, bring those ropes over
here.
Gurn, soak that moss, and mix it
with soil; I want a good
caulking that won’t leak.
The rest of you, gather the
biggest driftwood logs you can
find.
Ratbane, look, they’re on our
tail!
Fear not, I have more
fighters at my command than
leaves on the trees, fox.
She’s a stout raft,
Log-a-log.
I couldn’t ask for better.
What are you so worried about,
Cheek?
It’s uh...well...
Um, you see...
Well, it’s the water.
I’ve always been a bit
frightened of it.
Just, look at the size of that
river.
(Laughing)
Well, I’ve heard everything,
now.
A bally otter who’s frightened
of rivers.
Curl my whiskers, that’s a good
one.
Now, now, Basil, you’re not
too fond of the water, yourself.
Ah, yes, point taken, Jess.
Here, young otter, m’lad, what
say you and I stay together in
the middle of the raft?
♪
Stand ready.
Take aim.
Fire.
(Gasping)
Everybeast, overboard!
(Screaming)
(Laughing)
Let’s watch, and enjoy the
sport.
Ambushed!
Where in the name of fur and
claw did that lot spring from?
Ow, I’m being bitten!
Ow!
Come off the raft!
You’ll be sh*t!
We’ve got them.
They’re heading right for us.
Those that aren’t eaten by the
fish will be sh*t.
(Laughing)
(Grunting)
(Screeching in pain)
Ow, by the fur!
Ow!
♪
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