Animated series. When Willi discovers that a Gumble captured years earlier may still be being held under Snike Hill, he launches a solo rescue mission.
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You dare me, huh? Well, I double dare you.
Oh, yeah? OK, Tink-bum. I double bubble dare you.
-Fine. I'll do it!
-Willi, no, no, no, no.
OK. But watch it, grublit.
Get your claws off him.
Try this, lizard-gizzard.
Snivelling little grub-munchers!
Sure, it's funny now, but it was touch and go for a minute there.
You mean when Willi went into fraidy-toot mode? Classic!
You did a real toot, in more ways than one!
I'm not a fraidy-toot.
-What about the tin? What's inside?
They're Gumbledex cards.
Really old ones.
Looks like Happi's History of Amazing Gumbles is a hero short.
The Unnamed Gumble.
When the Bottersnikes first came to the junkyard
with their vicious ways,
this brave gumble devised a daring peace plan,
and shot himself across the valley into the Snikes' layer.
He told The King Snike that the gumbles only wanted peace
and begged for harmony between them,
but the King had other ideas...
and locked him in an underground cell and threw away the key.
Then what?! What happened to The Unnamed Gumble?
He escaped, right? He must have.
Or what if he's still down there locked up to this day?
There must be more cards. I have to know what happened.
Breakfast, O flatulent one.
Oh, yuck! Bah!
Are you trying to poison me?! What is this?
Breakfast, your vileness, rusty nuts and bolts.
I don't see any rust.
Sincere apologies, disgusting one. It seems one or two are inferior.
I don't want excuses! I want filth.
This whole place is a squeaky-clean atrocity.
Well, no more.
I'm making you Minister of Mess.
It's your job to keep Snike Hill rank and disgusting.
-Oh, I will do my utmost, Prince of Putrescence.
Cos I'm doing a snap inspection.
If you've been slack, I'll find out and make you pay.
With the deepest respect, your heinous,
-I was only given the job moments ago.
-More excuses, Chank?
-Do I need to get my bottom out?
-Have you seen Happi?
-I need to ask him about these.
-You know, about The Unnamed Gumble. Is he real?
-And was he rescued?
Why can't you talk about it? Is he still down there?
He is, isn't he? We've got to rescue him.
Willi, what are you up to?
You know about The Unnamed Gumble.
Why hasn't he been rescued? And why doesn't he have a name?
And who hid these cards?
There are reasons we don't talk about this.
A grublit shouldn't pry! Let sleeping gumbles lie.
Grublit? Why not just call me fraidy-toot?
Well, OK. Fine.
I'm going to find The Unnamed Gumble and rescue him all by myself.
Come on, Grubby. No-one's ever going to call me fraidy-toot again.
Mmm! Gubbo's hut, filthy!
Weathersnike's lab, mucky!
Well, the whole place is a mess.
Thank you, O foul one. I am but a humble...
But it should be absolutely, horribly, gut-bustingly vile!
To the Mattress Mine and it had better be rank, Chank.
OK, Grubby. This is it.
Huh? Snike Hill seems a bit snike-less.
OK, Grubby. The Unnamed Gumble needs us.
So stop being fraidy-toot and gumble up.
Hey, have you seen Willi? I promised him a grub hunt.
Not since he ran off to show those Gumbledex cards to Happi.
-I looked up there first. I've pretty much looked everywhere.
-Snike Hill? Why would Willi be there?
Toot-toot, toot-toot, toot-toot!
-Rescuing The Unnamed Gumble? Oh, spitting snikes!
OK, Grubby, you're a bright guy. Which tunnel?
Call that dirty? Pathetic! Look at this grime, Chank.
Why isn't it twice as thick?
You are the worst Minister of Mess ever.
Sincere apologies, your stinkiness.
OTHER SNIKES LAUGH, CHANK SIGHS
Hey, this was on the Gumbledex cards. This way!
-Oh, gumble! Grab it!
Oh! Bum brains!
SNIKE LAUGHS, WILLI WHIMPERS
-Ugh! Let me go, death breath.
Oh, a cheeky one, aren't you?
Haven't seen attitude like that since that gumble I ended up eating.
Um... I assume the arrival of this bendy weasel
-means the inspection is over?
Why? Something to hide, have we?
Nice try but complete inspection
means I'm inspecting everything.
Lock it up. I'll spang it as soon as we've finished.
This is it, The Unnamed Gumble's cell.
But he's not here.
Now, I'll never find out what happened.
Oh, Grubby. Why didn't I tell anyone what I was doing?
It wasn't brave, just stupid.
I'd rather be called fraidy-toot than get spanged.
Did you hear that?
The Unnamed Gumble!
-Come on, Willi. Time to go.
Thank you, guys. How did you ever find me down here?
Toot did. It was like he knew where you'd be.
-How did you know, Toot?
Look at that hubcap, Chank. I can practically see my face in it.
I'll fix it immediately.
(The less places we see your face the better.)
Gumbles! Grab 'em!
Whoa! Put me down, you idiots!
Get 'em! Get 'em all!
You snivelling gumble hairballs.
I've had it with the lot of you!
I fear you're forgetting the last gumble you ate,
the one who tried to make peace.
Remember the tummy ache and, uh, other symptoms?
I don't care. It's worth it just to get rid of one.
Bottoms up! Ha!
Guys, move your gumble bums!
Oh, stupid, stinking gumbles!
-COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS
-Filthy enough now, your effluence?
Oh! Ah! Oh! Oh!
-You're welcome. But you rescued me first.
I just wish I could thank whoever dug that escape tunnel
all those years ago.
A true hero, whoever he was.
When Willi, tired of not being taken seriously, discovers that a heroic Gumble captured years earlier may still be being held under Snike Hill, he launches an ill-fated solo rescue mission.