01x10 - An Uphill Battle

[bunniefuu]

[eerie music]

Anything, Uncle Budrick?

- Uh, I see some trees,

some more trees.

Wait!

No, just more trees.

- Uncle Budrick,

forget the trees!

- Do you see Fendra?

- Nope.

- Still no sorceress.

- Okay, good.

But stay alert.

That witch could wake

up from Millie's spell

- and be here any second.

- [moans]

Millie, you doing okay?

- Mm-mm.

- Look!

We're out of the woods!

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

Oh, that looks cold.

Please tell me we're

not climbing that.

I'm a goose, not

a mountain goat.

Sorry, Uncle Budrick.

The dagger is pointing

straight to the top.

And, yeah, it looks tough,

but you know who else is tough?

We are!

We are climbing this mountain

because we

are Max and the "Nothing

Can Stop Us" Midknights!

Also because we're being

chased by an evil sorceress,

so we don't really

have a choice.

Now, are you with me?

- both: Yeah!

- [honks]

- [weakly] Yeah.

- Good!

Then let's do this!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

♪

Help.

[upbeat music]

- Lotta people tellin' me

what I should be ♪

But I wanna make

my own destiny ♪

- [growls]

- Got a feelin' ♪

That it might be time

for me ♪

- To find my own way ♪

- [grunts]

- '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 ♪

[snores, grunting]

Max?

Midknights?

Where am I?

[spooky music]

Oh!

[music plays on TV]

[shouts] Back, beast!

- Oi!

Down in front!

- Yeah!

Move it, mister.

You're blocking

our favorite show.

Sir Gadabout, you rascal!

Oh, you're awake!

Mumblin, is it really you?

- Yes, it is!

It is!

- Oh, seeing you warms

my heart, old friend.

My, the last time I laid eyes

on you was--

well, it was that fateful day

I rode out with King Conrad

to slay the dragon.

Slay the dragon?

Oh, I'm afraid

I can't remember that day.

Why can I remember you

but not the last time we spoke?

Oh!

You see, Doris, yet another

memory that I'm missing.

[bleating]

- Oh, forgive me.

Where are my manners?

Sir Gadabout, this is Doris.

Doris, Sir Gadabout.

Mm. Charmed, m'lady.

[bleating shyly]

- But this place,

it's so strange.

- Where am I?

- Oh, yes, allow me to explain.

- You're in the future!

- Mm-hmm.

What?

The future?

What do you mean,

the--the future?

- Max sent you here

when she slipped this ring

- onto your finger.

- Max?

Mumblin, we must

get back to our time

in order to help

her and the others!

A sorceress is after them!

Yes, yes, Fendra, I know.

The good news is that they've

eluded Fendra and are safe

- Oh.

- For now.

The bad news is we cannot

get back to help them.

The blasted time-travel portal

is still broken.

But there may be

something else I can do.

You see, when Fendra

showed up here--

- The witch was here?

In the future?

- She was, indeed,

and she seemed to know me,

though I don't recall

ever meeting her.

Clearly, parts of my past

are missing.

- [bleating urgently]

- Yes, exactly, Doris.

I'm afraid you're right.

Unless I can remember

what I've forgotten,

I won't be able to help

Max and the others.

- Mumblin, I will do

whatever I can to assist you.

My sword is yours!

- Hey!

Look what you did!

- You schnook!

- Whoops.

[static whirring]

[wind whipping]

[dramatic music]

Egad!

- What a tortuous gale!

- [honks]

- Come on.

Got to keep up the pace.

Millie, you hanging in there?

Millie?

This pillow is so cold.

What's the thread count?

It's not a pillow, Millie.

Come on!

We have to keep walking.

But, Simon, I'm so tired.

Everyone okay?

- No!

K-kind of the opposite!

Max, Millie can't take

much more of this!

[moaning]

- I'm sorry, but Fendra

could be here any second.

We have to keep moving,

or we're sitting ducks.

- [honks]

You mean sitting geese!

- Max is correct!

- [sneezes]

We're quite vulnerable here!

- Millie, do you think

you can keep walking?

- [weakly]

I got this.

- Millie!

- Whoa!

♪

Don't worry!

I'll tie my rope around her

so I can keep her close.

Good thinking.

Come on, everyone,

onward and upward!

[wind whipping]

♪

[pants]

This is a lot.

I was ready to do whatever it

takes to complete this quest--

slay a dragon,

find King Conrad,

and save Byjovia.

But the prophecy

didn't say anything

about battling an evil witch

and leading my friends up

this insane mountain!

[groans]

That's it, guys!

Keep moving!

- [weakly]

Onward and up.

- Why did we have to get on the

bad side of an evil sorceress?

♪

[birds cawing]

[grunts]

Some wretched pipsqueak

stealing my book

changes nothing!

I am still its rightful

mistress and owner.

I command it, and you open!

Aah! Mm!

[grunts]

[grunts]

[electricity crackles]

Aah!

[grunts]

Let! Me! Out!

Aah!

[groans]

Aah!

And on top of that, junk mail?

I hate junk mail!

"Pete the Repairman--

"specializing in portals,

magical force fields,

and aboveground pools."

Hmm.

- Oh, my, my, my,

there must be some way

- to get my memories back.

- [bleating]

- both: Oh!

- [bleats]

- Doris, you have an idea?

- [bleats]

An umbrella?

Well, color me intrigued.

What does that contraption do?

[bleating]

Ah, ha ha ha.

Lady Doris, you're trying

to hypnotize him.

- Hypnotize?

What a ridiculous--

[groans]

- Look into the spinning wheel,

Mumblin.

All your memories

will come flooding back.

- Yes, flooding back.

Yes, yes, I-I feel it.

I feel something flooding.

I feel--

[retching]

[groans]

- Should have stood

behind the umbrella thing.

[dramatic music]

♪

I can't feel my wings.

- [shivering]

I believe that's a sign

of early-stage frostbite!

Luckily, I can still feel

my limbs.

Oh, never mind.

There they go.

Simon

I don't think I can keep going.

Also, I may have drooled

a little on your shoulder,

but it froze.

[both shiver]

- Hey, Max!

Look! A cave!

- We should stop and rest.

- [shivers] Yes, please.

- [shivering]

I c-c-concur.

Guys, we can't stop.

Max, we have to stop!

Millie's sick,

Uncle Budrick's beak

has icicles on it,

and Kevyn's so cold,

he can't even use big words!

- Affirma--affirma--

affirma--affirm--

What--what he said!

- Look, I know

we're all cold and tired,

but if Fendra finds us--

- If Fendra finds us,

we'll already be popsicles!

So what's the point?

Mmm, popsicles.

I say we take a vote!

All those who want to stop

and rest, raise your hand!

- Millie, raise your hand.

- Whatever Simon says.

Oh, I love Simon Says!

We don't play that enough.

- We would vote yea,

but, unfortunately,

we are unable to

ge--gesticulate.

Yea. I said it.

Wait--

- I guess that's that.

Three to two.

The people have spoken.

Let's keep moving.

- Come on, Max!

You're being ridiculous!

- Hey, you wanted a vote,

and you lost!

Now, come on, Simon.

Stop arguing with me and move!

[echoing]

[rumbling]

What's happening?

The mountain is speaking.

And it's mad!

[all screaming]

- Ava--ava--ava--

- Avalanche!

[all scream]

♪

- Okay, cave it is!

Go!

[honking]

♪

[snow rumbling]

- Doris?

Gadabout?

Where could those

two have gone?

both: Boo!

- [yelping]

What on Earth are you doing?

You scared me half to death!

- Exactly. We thought

if we gave you a good jolt,

it could bring

back your memories.

- You frighten someone

to get rid of the hiccups.

Absolutely no connection

between scaring and memories.

both: Oh.

- Oh, oh, right.

You did say that, lady Doris.

- Oh, yes, now you--

[hiccups]

Oh, no, you gave me hiccu--

[hiccups]

Everyone knows

that a wizard with hiccups

is incredibly danger--

[hiccups] Oh, no.

Where did Lenny go?

- Hey, you schnooks!

[grumbling]

Get me out of here!

[wind whipping]

[soft music]

♪

Hmm.

Max, why don't you

warm up a little?

- I'm fine over here.

I need to keep watch.

You and the mutiny crew

enjoy your fire.

Jeez. Ooh.

Maybe a joke

would lighten the mood?

Oh, allow me.

My enunciation has undergone

a full rehabilitation

due to this warming flame.

[clears throat]

So a knight walks

into a tavern and says

goodness, that hurt!

Into the tavern.

Oh! Good one, Kev!

[laughs]

- [sighs]

- Ha ha. Ha ha.

- Note to self--

tavern witticism

needs substantial improvement.

- Well, I think

we can all agree

that coming in here

was the right move.

- If you think you can lead us

better, just say so.

- I'm sorry.

What was that?

- I said, if you think you can

lead us better, just say so!

- I never said that!

- You may as well have!

- Okay, time-out!

It is clearly time for Uncle B

to put on his parent pants.

Max, I'm sure it feels

like you've got the weight

of this whole mountain

on your shoulders right now.

But, remember,

you're not alone.

We're all with you

on this journey.

I know that!

But the prophecy is about me,

which means it's my job

to keep you all safe.

But I can't do that

when people don't listen!

Now, come on,

we've warmed up enough.

Time to get moving.

[ice cracking]

- Max, stop!

- Seriously, Simon?

What? Do you want to have

another vote?

Because I vote

for Fendra not to find us!

No, stop walking, and look!

[cracking continues]

Walk to me very slowly.

- [grunts]

Aah!

- Max!

- Max!

- [both straining]

- Hold on!

I'm trying!

[grunting]

- Aah!

all: Max!

- [echoing] Max! Max!

Can you hear me?

[dramatic music]

It's my fault!

If we hadn't come to this cave,

if I had held on tighter

Don't think like that, Simon.

Let's just focus

on finding her.

Max, if you're down there,

hang on!

- Millie?

Come now.

Time to wake up.

Huh?

Did those icicles just move?

[all whimpering]

[Millie moaning]

- Egad!

An arctic arachnid!

A what?

An ice spider!

Nice ice spider.

- Cuddly spider.

- "Cuddly"? Really?

- [shrieking angrily]

[all scream]

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

[all whimpering]

- Where did it go?

- I have no idea!

- Oh, I got a bad feeling

about this.

♪

- W-whoa!

- Actually, you know what?

I think we're good.

[all screaming]

- Millie?

Wake up! We got to go!

- Another ten minutes.

- Millie!

[growls]

♪

Mm.

Aah!

[moaning]

Ugh!

Simon, your breath stinks.

Mm.

Get away from her!

- Yeah!

[all grunting]

♪

- We're running low

on snowballs!

- I suggest we make our exit

most expeditiously!

- Great suggestion!

- Wait! Where's Millie?

- [weakly]

Coming, Simon.

Millie, no!

[both scream]

♪

It is no use!

We will never get

my memories back.

There must be a way.

But do you suppose

we could take a quick break

from brainstorming

so that I can use the, uh--

the privy chamber?

- Oh, yes.

Of course, of course.

It's just up the stairs there.

Oh, here, I'll show you.

Yes, down the hall,

last door on your left.

All right, very good, then.

Good luck.

- [chuckles] This is awkward.

- [bleats]

Uh

Um

how does one, uh,

use that thing in there?

- The toilet?

Oh, it's simple.

You just do your business,

then push down the silver

flusher on the side.

Oh. Cheers.

- [laughs] Yes, yes, yes.

[toilet flushes]

Cheers.

- [laughing]

This thing is amazing!

- [flushing continues]

- [bleats]

- Agreed. It does beat pooping

in the pasture.

What's that you say?

There's been

a beet-soup disaster?

Oh, I've been there.

That's happened to me.

I understand.

- No, Agnes, pooping

in a pasture!

- [object shatters]

- Oh, yes, I-I understand.

- Hmm.

- Yes, pooping.

Pooping in a pasture.

[object shatters]

That's happened to me, too.

O-oh.

- Sir Gadabout,

is everything okay in there?

I think I broke the toilet.

[clears throat]

Apologies.

I got so excited,

I kept jiggling the handle.

- No, no, no,

Sir Gadabout, Sir Gadabout,

that is way too much flushing,

way too much.

[chuckles]

- What is this?

- Oh!

Not only is this a privy, it's

also storage for tasty treats!

Mmm!

[gulping] Aah!

[laughing wildly]

Happy birthday, Mumblin!

[nose honks]

[gasping]

Ooh, did the pudding go bad?

Maybe next time,

you'll think twice before you--

No, no, no, no, no.

For some reason,

I just saw a terrifying clown

wishing you happy birthday!

- "A terrifying clown"?

Well, that is strange.

Unless

Oh, no, no, no, it couldn't be.

Could it?

Oh, my.

I can't believe

I'm about to do this, but--

[gulping]

- [laughing wildly]

[nose honking]

- [gasping]

Mr. Juggles!

My mother hired him

for my sixth birthday party,

which, sadly, led

to six years of nightmares.

But yes, yes, it's all coming

back to me,

which means--

That's it! My memories are

in the pudding cups.

We did it!

We found them!

[all cheer]

Come on!

I've got a lot

of old toilet pudding to eat.

Pete, how's the portal coming?

Working on it!

Sorry about that, ma'am.

And have you tried turning it

off and turning it back on?

- Turn it off

and turn it back on?

That is not how this

force field works,

you stumbling simpleton!

The key element

is a magic book,

but it was taken by a child!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Why'd you give this kid the

book if you knew you needed it?

She stole it!

And if I have to answer

another idiotic question,

I'm going to put my foot

up your portal!

- Hey, lady,

if you're gonna be rude,

you can help yourself!

Ciao!

[line clicks,

dial tone drones]

- Hello?

Oh!

[gasps] What's this?

People nearby?

Stupid people.

- Okay, okay, never have

I never picked my no--

Oh, wait.

I have picked my nose.

[chuckles] Darn, I lose again.

Ha ha, I win!

- Go again?

- [gasps] Bean, wait!

Look!

[gasps] Cake?

- Now, where did that come from?

- No idea, butdibs!

[grunting]

- Whoo-hoo!

- Look at that!

I guess we just needed

the proper motivation

- to get out of those ropes.

- Yeah, I'd say.

- I love cake.

- Yeah, me too.

[both munching]

[dramatic music]

[cackles] It worked!

- Thanks for freeing me, boys.

- Huh?

- No, wait!

Aah! Ugh!

- Oh!

- And do get comfy,

because you're going

to be trapped in here

for a long, long time.

[cackles] Enjoy the cake!

[cackling]

- [snoring]

- Oh.

- Millie!

Millie, wake up!

[grunting]

Oh, Max, where are you?

[continues grunting]

♪

[breathing heavily]

Man, lucky

I didn't break my neck.

[whoosh]

[gasps]

[panting]

Hoo!

Now, how the heck

do we get out of here?

[growling softly]

- Oh. Please tell me

that was my stomach.

[roaring]

[screaming]

Not my stomach.