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(Cups clinking)
(Crowd cheering)
(Laughing)
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Redwall!
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(Birds chirping)
(Grunting)
Quiet, isn't it?
Aye, not a beak or feather
have stirred since early this
noon.
Very odd.
I was sure that devil
Ironbeak would lay some kind of
trap.
Odd, or not, the sun's going
down, so we'd best get our
prisoners outside, if we want
this exchange to be done.
Foremole, just to be safe, see
that archers and javelins fill
the main doorway behind us.
Don't you worry, marm, I
shall give 'em billy-o if any of
'em moves a claw.
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Take them down.
(Squawking)
(Screaming)
♪
Why are these birds bound
like this?
We have not tethered your
creatures.
Probably because mice don't
have beaks or wings, puddin'
head.
I will not stand here and be
insulted by this hedgepig.
Then stand somewhere else,
and I'll insult you there,
feather bag.
Don't provoke them,
Ambrose.
Let's just get this exchange
over with.
(Cawing)
Not so fast, stripedog, I
make no exchanges while we are
faced with weapons.
Tell your creatures to put down
their arms.
So, you can spring your trap
the moment we drop them?
In fairness, Ambrose, he is
unarmed.
And, he has kept his word.
So far...
All right.
But, if the raven or his pal
make one false move, turn the
pair of 'em into pincushions.
Do as you will.
We have come here only to trade
hostages.
No tricks.
Let's get to it, or we'll be
here 'til dawn break.
Let the exchange begin.
But one at a time.
What?
First, the infant for
Quickbill.
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(Blowing a raspberry)
(Giggling)
Now, the church mouse for
Diptail.
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And, finally, the troublesome
one you call Cornflower, for
Brightback.
Are you all right,
Cornflower?
I am, now.
(Squawking)
Understand clearly.
My att*ck continues, and I will
rule the great red stone house.
It is my destiny!
Warriors greater than you
have tried, but we're still
here.
And our own warriors will
return and drive you off.
That's your real destiny.
(Squawking)
You think you are such clever
beasts.
Well, didn't it seem strange
that my fighters were not with
me to witness the exchange?
Oh, nuts and acorns, I knew
it.
While this tiresome exchange
was taking place, some of my
birds were in your orchards
loading up on supplies.
(Gasping)
The rest of my army took over
your infirmary and dormitories.
So, all you earth crawlers have
left, is the place you call
Cavern Hole.
I hope you like it, 'cause if
you leave, we'll slaughter you!
No one outsmarts General
Ironbeak.
No one!
(Water lapping)
It certainly is desolate.
Yes, but Slagar's tracks are
still quite visible.
How far ahead do you think
they are?
About a day and a night, I
reckon.
So, there's no time to rest,
then.
'Fraid not, old chum.
Fire the left, quick!
March!
(Chains jangling)
There's something up ahead.
Can you see what it is, Sam?
All I can make out is some
sort of a shadow, with a dark
line in front of it.
It might be a mirage, or...
could it be an oasis?
An oasis?
Maybe, but whatever it is, we
should be there in a couple of
hours.
Let's keep moving.
It is an oasis!
Hooray!
Yeah!
Hooray!
Let 'em run.
They're not going anywhere.
(Laughing)
Whoa!
Cynthia!
Look out!
No!
(Crying)
(Laughing)
Frightening, isn't it?
(Grunting)
(Gasping)
(Crying)
(Maniacal laughing)
Gee, Chief, we never
bargained for anything like
this.
Bargained?
You either cross this bridge,
or stay on this side and die of
thirst.
Decide!
Now!
(Screaming)
Well, don't stop!
Come on, you rots, step lively!
You heard the Chief.
Move, slaves.
Cynthia, we've got to get
moving.
I can't!
(Growling)
(Gasping)
What are you doing?
It's the only way, Cynthia.
Just hold my hand, and trust me.
Good.
You're doing very well, Cynthia.
Are we there yet?
Almost.
(Screaming)
It's all right, Cynthia!
Stop struggling.
(Grunting)
(Crying)
Almost there.
Just a few more steps.
We made it!
Oh, thank you!
Thank you, Mattimeo!
(Laughing)
Ooh, my hero.
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(Laughing)
No beast can follow us now.
(Maniacal laughing)
What's it all about, then?
(Crowd chattering)
I don't know.
Order!
Order, please!
I know everyone is concerned
about our situation, but, we
can't do anything about it until
we have order.
Thank you.
Now, Constance, what is our
situation?
Well, Ironbeak's birds have
taken over the upper floors of
the Abbey, but, we are still
quite safe in Cavern Hole.
We have plenty of stores, the
larders are full, and we have a
well-stocked wine cellar.
Our only shortage is fresh
water.
There's enough for drinking, but
not for bathing.
Yay, no baths!
No baths!
I'm glad someone approves.
Well, then, it sounds like we
can hold out for quite a long
time.
Hold out, yes.
But, how do we get out of here?
(Crowd chattering)
Plans
Out of the mouths of baby
beasts.
Plans, yes.
That is what Matthias would say.
We need a good plan.
I was thinkin', Sir.
If'n you can't go out of Abbey,
why don't me and my moles tunnel
out?
Why, Mr. Foremole, I think
that's a splendid idea.
Indeed, it is.
There's no telling what damage
we could do if we tunnel out
without Ironbeak knowing.
Yes, but in the meantime, I
suggest we barricade the stairs
into Cavern Hole.
Ironbeak will soon realize that
if he is to conquer Redwall, he
must att*ck us down here.
Agreed.
So, let's get to work.
Right then, up and at it,
boys.
C'mon, moles!
(Excited chattering)
(Sighing)
Beastly hot, don't you know?
Hah, quick march, indeed.
We should have traveled by
night, instead of listening to
you, old floppy ears.
There isn't enough time,
Cheek.
We need every available minute
we can muster, if we're going to
catch up to Slagar and our young
ones.
(Buzzards screeching)
(Gasping)
Get down!
Log-a-log-a-log-a-log!
(Grunting)
Heat, thirst, desert...
Buzzards...what's next?
They're coming back!
(Gasping)
(Screaming)
Log-a-log!
And, look, now there's three
of them!
That's not a buzzard, its--
(Birds screeching)
Sir Harry the Muse!
(Screaming)
I've got him!
Well caught, Sir.
My pleasure, don't you know.
(Laughing)
Oh, pray, accept my
apologies, Sir.
My conscience was bothering me,
so I had to take to the air.
Now, I am back, as you see.
Well timed, Sir Harry.
Thank you for your help.
But, you must have another
reason for flying all this way
to be with us.
I get tired of being alone.
Can I come along with you?
I've heard you talk of your
home.
Could I live at Redwall, too?
Hmm...
Pesky bird would eat us out of
the blinkin' Abbey.
Basil, courtesy and good
manners cost us nothing.
Aw, well, in for an acorn, in
for an oak.
I suppose he could join us at
Redwall.
Save me getting the blame every
time a mouthful of food goes
missing, wot?
I knew you'd see things my
way.
It's settled then, it's done,
and if the food goes missing,
I'll say, "Blame me, sir, I'm
the one."
Ha-ha-ha, count on it, old
chap.
Matthias, remember that line
we saw on the map?
(Birds screeching)
Mangiz, my seer.
Are the pictures becoming clear
in your mind, again?
My vision is still clouded by
the mouse that wears armour.
I am not relying on dreams,
anymore.
Soon, now, I will think of an
idea.
Then think, quickly, Mangiz.
By the time the brown leaves
blow, and the wind grows cold,
I want those earth crawlers to
be only a memory as I rule in my
great red stone house.
(Birds calling)
(Scratching)
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Now, as water's a thing we's
needed most, I'm a thinkin' I
should better tunnel to pool,
next.
By the fur and claw.
MATTHIASHow are we going to
cross that?
Though, I'm the most poetic
of birds, right now I'm at a
loss for words.
(Hammering)
(Sighing)
(Gasping)
Shh!
Do you hear something?
(Gasping)
(Grunting)
Stand back, if'n you please!
Lookit here, Mordalfus, sir.
Fresh water aplenty!
Well done, Foremole!
As much water as we need.
Aye, sir.
Enough for drinkin'.
Enough for scrubbin', too.
(Gasping)
♪
No!
My General, last time I was
in the Great Hall, I saw a
picture of the mouse in armour
on a great cloth, fastened to
the wall.
So?
How can this help us?
The earth crawlers; they seem
to value this picture highly.
If they saw us trying to take
the big cloth--
They would come out of hiding
to protect it!
This is a good plan, Mangiz.
My strong right wing.
Now, come with me.
(Screeching)
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The time has come to put an end
to this siege!
Prepare yourselves for the final
battle, and victory!
(Birds screeching)
You two.
See that picture?
Destroy it.
I swear it would be easier to
float a stone across a river
than to get these creatures
across this great, dark pit.
That fox thought of
everything, didn't he?
Matthias, I have an idea.
Do you think our owl friend
could fly down into the gorge,
and cast his eye about for the
remains of the bridge?
The work of a moment, dear
Sir, to a useful fellow like me.
I'll chance a flight down there,
we'll see what we shall see.
(Singing)
The bridge cast over the edge,
complete with slats and all,
hangs from a rocky shelf, which
juts from the canyon wall.
Well done, Sir Harry.
All I need is one of the long
ropes.
Do you need a Kn*fe, Sir Harry?
What need of a blade have I?
No sword or Kn*fe do I seek.
I am monarch of the sky, with
fearsome talon and beak.
Why are there no birds
singing?
You're right, Cynthia.
There's no sound at all.
Even Slagar doesn't look too
happy about this place.
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(Grunting)
But, how's it supposed to
work, Jess?
Ready to show him, Matthias?
Ready.
All right.
Hold tight, now.
(Grunting)
Nothing to it!
I don't know, Jess.
I'm awfully big and heavy.
Oh, stop fussing, you great
lump.
We'll do the others, first.
ALLWhoa!
Whoa!
Ahh!
Na-na!
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(Screaming)
Whoa!
(Grunting)
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Treetops and Timber!
Hooray!
Hooray!
(Cheering)
Ha-ha, yes, well done, Jess!
Now, let us reap our reward.
(Laughing)
(Cheering)
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Nothing to worry about,
Matthias.
My scouts have picked up the
trail.
Yes, it looks like plain
traveling.
What are those two dark rocks
out there?
(Birds cawing)
Oh, no!
(Cloth ripping)
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Alarm, alarm!
Them birds be stealin' our
tapestry!
(Gasping)
Get archers, slings, and
javelins, and pull the barricade
aside.
Now!
How dare you?
(Grunting)
That was too easy.
Hmm...
(Gasping)
(Birds cawing)
It's a trap!
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