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In the kingdom of Fyredor, there was a terrible plague. | 0:00:02 | 0:00:06 | |
Princes Dick and Dom dropped the only cure. | 0:00:06 | 0:00:11 | |
GET OUT! | 0:00:11 | 0:00:12 | |
Banished along with their mage Mannitol and servant Lutin, | 0:00:12 | 0:00:15 | |
they set about collecting the ingredients to remake the potion - | 0:00:15 | 0:00:19 | |
milk from a giant cow, | 0:00:19 | 0:00:21 | |
sick from a vampire baby, dandruff from Princess Gladys | 0:00:21 | 0:00:25 | |
and nothing at all from this fat, purple man. | 0:00:25 | 0:00:28 | |
Eventually, they returned home with a new antidote. | 0:00:29 | 0:00:33 | |
Sadly, due to Mannitol's ineptitude, | 0:00:33 | 0:00:36 | |
they mucked the whole thing up and made the wrong potion. | 0:00:36 | 0:00:40 | |
..continues. | 0:00:42 | 0:00:45 | |
Can we please stop this childish nonsense? | 0:00:45 | 0:00:49 | |
Is nobody going to talk to me? | 0:00:49 | 0:00:51 | |
How many times do I have to say I'm sorry? | 0:00:51 | 0:00:54 | |
-306. -Oh. Right. And, er, how many times have I... -217. | 0:00:58 | 0:01:04 | |
-Er, well, I'm sorry. -18. | 0:01:04 | 0:01:06 | |
-I'm sorry. -19. -Sorry, sorry, sorry. | 0:01:06 | 0:01:09 | |
-20, 21, 22. -Sorry, sorry! | 0:01:09 | 0:01:11 | |
-Sorry! -304. | 0:01:16 | 0:01:18 | |
-Sorry. -305. | 0:01:18 | 0:01:20 | |
-Sorry! -306. | 0:01:20 | 0:01:22 | |
-So, that's... -..306. | 0:01:22 | 0:01:24 | |
I think we can consider the matter closed. | 0:01:24 | 0:01:27 | |
Good. Well, nice to be back on the team. | 0:01:30 | 0:01:34 | |
And I'm sure the people of Fyredor will be equally forgiving. | 0:01:34 | 0:01:39 | |
COUGHING | 0:01:46 | 0:01:48 | |
The stupid idiots! | 0:01:48 | 0:01:51 | |
Oh, dear. | 0:01:51 | 0:01:54 | |
Oh, 'ere they come. | 0:01:54 | 0:01:56 | |
You bungling nincompoop! | 0:01:56 | 0:01:59 | |
Oh, me arm, Dennis! It's come off. | 0:01:59 | 0:02:01 | |
What have you done to us? | 0:02:01 | 0:02:03 | |
Well, it seems the plague might have got a little bit worse. | 0:02:03 | 0:02:07 | |
COUGHING | 0:02:07 | 0:02:09 | |
Oh, Dennis, your head's come off. | 0:02:12 | 0:02:15 | |
OK, maybe a lot worse. Let's go. | 0:02:15 | 0:02:20 | |
Sorry. | 0:02:20 | 0:02:21 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:02:22 | 0:02:24 | |
COUGHING | 0:02:30 | 0:02:32 | |
Right, meet at the town gates at two. | 0:02:45 | 0:02:47 | |
Mannitol? Go and get changed. | 0:02:47 | 0:02:50 | |
You stink of goat. | 0:02:50 | 0:02:52 | |
-Hi, Dad. -All right, Dad? | 0:03:12 | 0:03:14 | |
Don't call me Dad! I've told you before, it's "King". | 0:03:14 | 0:03:18 | |
-What about King Dad? -Er, Big Daddy King? | 0:03:18 | 0:03:21 | |
-Daddy Cuddle King. -Doo-Wah Daddy-Waddy. -Call me King! | 0:03:21 | 0:03:24 | |
-Sorry, Dad. -He means King! -Yeah. | 0:03:24 | 0:03:26 | |
So, you've come back. | 0:03:27 | 0:03:31 | |
Shut up! | 0:03:32 | 0:03:34 | |
You took fifteen months, | 0:03:36 | 0:03:40 | |
you wasted all our gold, | 0:03:40 | 0:03:43 | |
and instead of bringing us a cure, | 0:03:43 | 0:03:46 | |
you brought us a balm for scabby feet. Now listen to me. | 0:03:46 | 0:03:51 | |
This plague has taken a terrible turn for the worst. | 0:03:51 | 0:03:55 | |
It's started turning us all into beasts. Yes, yes, yes. | 0:03:55 | 0:03:58 | |
I mean, look what it's done to your mother. | 0:03:58 | 0:04:02 | |
Mummy? | 0:04:08 | 0:04:10 | |
-Is that really you? -Yeah, same floppy face. | 0:04:10 | 0:04:14 | |
Ah! | 0:04:14 | 0:04:15 | |
We don't know why, but this plague is turning us all into animals. | 0:04:15 | 0:04:20 | |
I mean, your Uncle Mick grew a tail and he's turning into a donkey! | 0:04:20 | 0:04:25 | |
And your Aunt Maureen's got hair all over her face! | 0:04:25 | 0:04:30 | |
What's she turning into? | 0:04:30 | 0:04:32 | |
Actually, our Maureen's always had hair all over her face. | 0:04:32 | 0:04:36 | |
It was a bad example. This is serious! | 0:04:36 | 0:04:38 | |
Nobody knows how long we've got left. So it's up to you. | 0:04:38 | 0:04:43 | |
You are our last, last, last, last, last, last, L-A-S-T, | 0:04:43 | 0:04:50 | |
last hope! | 0:04:50 | 0:04:52 | |
HE BARKS AND HOWLS | 0:04:52 | 0:04:54 | |
So get out there and make a proper antidote before it's too late. | 0:04:58 | 0:05:04 | |
Yes, Dad. King! | 0:05:04 | 0:05:06 | |
Princes? You've been away for months. | 0:05:06 | 0:05:09 | |
Are you not going to kiss your mother goodbye? | 0:05:09 | 0:05:12 | |
-Things have really taken a turn for the worse. -You're telling me. | 0:05:20 | 0:05:24 | |
I can still taste the dog food. | 0:05:24 | 0:05:25 | |
No, I'm talking about the plague! | 0:05:25 | 0:05:27 | |
-Oh. -If everyone's turning into beasts, | 0:05:27 | 0:05:29 | |
then we need to get the antidote made, and... | 0:05:29 | 0:05:32 | |
Don't move! | 0:05:32 | 0:05:35 | |
You've got something in your hair. | 0:05:35 | 0:05:38 | |
-Oh, right, yeah, that's me nits. -What? | 0:05:38 | 0:05:40 | |
I got nits. Well, I've only got one, actually. Do you want to meet him? | 0:05:40 | 0:05:44 | |
Ahh! | 0:05:46 | 0:05:48 | |
Hang on. | 0:05:49 | 0:05:50 | |
-I'll try and get him for you. -I wouldn't. | 0:05:50 | 0:05:52 | |
CRUNCH! | 0:05:57 | 0:05:59 | |
-You little... -I told you. | 0:05:59 | 0:06:00 | |
I think he quite likes you. I've grown quite attached to Stanley. | 0:06:00 | 0:06:04 | |
-That's his name. -Come on. We're running late. | 0:06:04 | 0:06:07 | |
So the two princes headed for the Fyredor town gates | 0:06:07 | 0:06:11 | |
to meet up with their companions and set off once again. | 0:06:11 | 0:06:15 | |
There you are! Right, we need to get going. | 0:06:15 | 0:06:17 | |
I know, because of the quest! | 0:06:17 | 0:06:19 | |
No, we need to get going cos I've nicked all this! | 0:06:19 | 0:06:21 | |
What? Oh, right. | 0:06:21 | 0:06:23 | |
Yes. Well, er, we've nearly finished packing. Haven't we, Dick? | 0:06:23 | 0:06:26 | |
Seconds away. | 0:06:26 | 0:06:28 | |
But we're still waiting for Mannitol. | 0:06:28 | 0:06:31 | |
-Really? -Mm. -It's not like Mannitol. | 0:06:31 | 0:06:33 | |
He's never late. Useless, but never late. | 0:06:33 | 0:06:36 | |
-Mm. -Help! Help! I can't breathe! | 0:06:36 | 0:06:38 | |
I think I've got a peg up me nose! | 0:06:38 | 0:06:41 | |
Oh, for goodness sake. | 0:06:41 | 0:06:42 | |
Your brozzer seems in need of wescue. | 0:06:42 | 0:06:44 | |
-Rescue? -Ja. As I say, wescue. | 0:06:44 | 0:06:48 | |
Vorsprung durch Technik. | 0:06:48 | 0:06:50 | |
Zere. Now you are all weady for your qvest. | 0:06:56 | 0:06:59 | |
Wow! | 0:06:59 | 0:07:00 | |
-Thanks! I've never seen a spell work properly. -Hm! | 0:07:00 | 0:07:05 | |
Well, er, none of Mannitol's, anyway. | 0:07:05 | 0:07:07 | |
Ah, ja. Poor Mannitol. | 0:07:07 | 0:07:09 | |
I fear I have some sad news. | 0:07:09 | 0:07:13 | |
He told me to give you zis. | 0:07:13 | 0:07:16 | |
Oh! | 0:07:16 | 0:07:17 | |
MANNITOL'S VOICE: 'Dear Princes, | 0:07:17 | 0:07:19 | |
'I have failed you utterly and have decided to withdraw from the quest. | 0:07:19 | 0:07:23 | |
'The people of Fyredor are right. | 0:07:23 | 0:07:26 | |
-'I am a terrible wizard and you deserve better.' -Erm, | 0:07:26 | 0:07:29 | |
-how are you doing that? -'Don't know. | 0:07:29 | 0:07:33 | |
'So, to replace me, I'm sending you a new, powerful wizard named Hans. | 0:07:33 | 0:07:39 | |
'Please make him welcome. | 0:07:39 | 0:07:41 | |
'I shall be retiring to the sunny beaches of Throll. | 0:07:41 | 0:07:43 | |
'Do not try to find me. I'm sorry. Mannitol.' | 0:07:43 | 0:07:47 | |
Mm! Poor Mannitol. | 0:07:47 | 0:07:49 | |
But it doesn't make sense. | 0:07:49 | 0:07:51 | |
Mannitol wouldn't abandon the quest for anything. | 0:07:51 | 0:07:54 | |
Maybe he was worried about messing up again. | 0:07:54 | 0:07:57 | |
I know zis must be difficult for you, but ze kingdom is in such danger. | 0:07:57 | 0:08:03 | |
You need ze very best vizard you can get. | 0:08:03 | 0:08:06 | |
Und so, good princes, I am at your service. | 0:08:06 | 0:08:09 | |
It is an honour! | 0:08:09 | 0:08:11 | |
But I didn't even get to say goodbye to Mannitol. | 0:08:13 | 0:08:16 | |
I understand your weluctance, Fwaulein. | 0:08:16 | 0:08:19 | |
Maybe it is too early for a weplacement wizard. | 0:08:19 | 0:08:23 | |
Maybe I should leave. | 0:08:23 | 0:08:25 | |
No, no, no! Hans, you're on the team! Come on, Lutin. | 0:08:25 | 0:08:31 | |
The people of Fyredor are counting on us, with or without Mannitol. | 0:08:31 | 0:08:35 | |
Hm? Hm? | 0:08:35 | 0:08:37 | |
-All for one and one for all! Yes? -Yes. -Ja. | 0:08:38 | 0:08:43 | |
Fine. | 0:08:43 | 0:08:44 | |
-Ausgezeichnet! -OW! | 0:08:44 | 0:08:46 | |
Right, let us go! | 0:08:46 | 0:08:48 | |
-Right, so, the... -So zis is ze fabled scroll. | 0:08:55 | 0:09:00 | |
How amazing. | 0:09:01 | 0:09:04 | |
So, ze next ingwedient you need for your qvest | 0:09:04 | 0:09:08 | |
is a sigh from ze Pit of Despair. | 0:09:08 | 0:09:11 | |
Hm, I have heard of zis place... | 0:09:11 | 0:09:14 | |
Oh, Mannitol used to say that. | 0:09:14 | 0:09:17 | |
..a tewwible, dark chasm where men fear to twead... | 0:09:17 | 0:09:21 | |
He used to say that, too! | 0:09:21 | 0:09:22 | |
..a gaping hole where even waliant men may wanish. | 0:09:22 | 0:09:26 | |
Oh. He never said that. | 0:09:26 | 0:09:28 | |
Er, it does sound a little dangerous. | 0:09:28 | 0:09:33 | |
Ja. It is tewwibly dangerous. | 0:09:34 | 0:09:37 | |
But fear not, for I vill guide you zere und protect you. | 0:09:37 | 0:09:40 | |
Ho-wah! | 0:09:40 | 0:09:41 | |
Rah... | 0:09:41 | 0:09:44 | |
If we leave now, ve can camp halfway. | 0:09:44 | 0:09:46 | |
Let's go. | 0:09:46 | 0:09:47 | |
Ah, wait. This sounds an odd ingredient. | 0:09:47 | 0:09:49 | |
Are you sure you checked that properly? Can I just... | 0:09:49 | 0:09:52 | |
Now, now, Lutin, zis is important business, not for a servant. | 0:09:52 | 0:09:58 | |
-I'm no servant! -Er, you are. You are. | 0:09:58 | 0:10:00 | |
Get the baggage. | 0:10:00 | 0:10:02 | |
Ja, it really works the muscles here, ja? | 0:10:08 | 0:10:11 | |
Yeah! Hans, you make this so easy. | 0:10:11 | 0:10:13 | |
-I don't know why moaned about walking so much. -Hm. | 0:10:13 | 0:10:16 | |
Come on, Lutin! | 0:10:16 | 0:10:18 | |
Oh, ja, ja, ja. | 0:10:20 | 0:10:21 | |
Zere is one ozzer thing. In order to make ze antidote properly, | 0:10:21 | 0:10:26 | |
I require one further thing. | 0:10:26 | 0:10:29 | |
I need one hair from each of you. | 0:10:29 | 0:10:31 | |
-Oh, OK. Have one of Dom's. -Oh, no! | 0:10:31 | 0:10:34 | |
No, I've got a very sensitive scalp! | 0:10:34 | 0:10:36 | |
Oh, no! Oh, let me know when you're going to pull it. | 0:10:36 | 0:10:39 | |
I know it's going to hurt! | 0:10:39 | 0:10:41 | |
I pulled it out ages ago. | 0:10:41 | 0:10:43 | |
Did you? Oh. | 0:10:43 | 0:10:45 | |
Danke schoen. And, Prince Dick, may I? | 0:10:45 | 0:10:48 | |
Oh, yeah, but watch out... | 0:10:48 | 0:10:50 | |
CRUNCH Ohh! | 0:10:50 | 0:10:52 | |
My hand! My poor hand! | 0:10:52 | 0:10:55 | |
I've got a nit. It's partial to a finger or two. | 0:10:55 | 0:10:59 | |
Here, have this hair. It's not from me head. | 0:10:59 | 0:11:03 | |
That's why it's got a bogey on it. | 0:11:03 | 0:11:05 | |
Ugh...oh! | 0:11:06 | 0:11:08 | |
Oh! | 0:11:08 | 0:11:09 | |
I think I've broken something! | 0:11:09 | 0:11:12 | |
-I hope it's not my antique soap dish. -I meant a bone! | 0:11:12 | 0:11:15 | |
Oh. Right. | 0:11:15 | 0:11:17 | |
Why are you lazing awound down zere? Right! Let's roll! | 0:11:17 | 0:11:21 | |
Oh, wait! | 0:11:22 | 0:11:25 | |
I hope you're having a lovely time | 0:11:25 | 0:11:29 | |
on your bloomin' beach holiday, Mannitol... | 0:11:29 | 0:11:33 | |
Help! Help! | 0:11:40 | 0:11:43 | |
Oh, please help! I have been kidnapped by a man called Hans! | 0:11:43 | 0:11:51 | |
Fyredor is in terrible trouble! | 0:11:51 | 0:11:54 | |
These chains are chafing my delicate wrists! | 0:11:54 | 0:11:59 | |
Help! Help! | 0:12:01 | 0:12:03 | |
Chin up, mate, it might never 'appen. | 0:12:05 | 0:12:07 | |
You have to help me! | 0:12:09 | 0:12:12 | |
I'm trapped, | 0:12:12 | 0:12:13 | |
-and I can't cast an escape spell with my hands chained up. -Escape? | 0:12:13 | 0:12:18 | |
-You must be joking. Practically impossible. -Oh. | 0:12:18 | 0:12:21 | |
Well, there is one way. | 0:12:21 | 0:12:24 | |
-Really? What? -First things first. | 0:12:24 | 0:12:27 | |
I'm Maurice. Hello. Do you fancy playing a game or something? | 0:12:27 | 0:12:31 | |
How about a game of hangman? Geddit? | 0:12:31 | 0:12:34 | |
Hangman? | 0:12:34 | 0:12:35 | |
-No, what you were saying before about escape. -Eh? | 0:12:37 | 0:12:41 | |
-Please, this is urgent! -Oh, OK, yeah. | 0:12:41 | 0:12:46 | |
You bang on the wall, the jailer comes downstairs. | 0:12:46 | 0:12:49 | |
When he gets here - and this is the good bit - | 0:12:49 | 0:12:51 | |
you persuade him that you're mad, they take you away. | 0:12:51 | 0:12:54 | |
-Easy way out. -Really? Yeah. | 0:12:54 | 0:12:57 | |
And that's what you've been doing, pretending you are mad, yes? | 0:12:57 | 0:13:00 | |
Oh, no, I actually am mad. | 0:13:00 | 0:13:03 | |
To be honest, I'm not even sure if there is a jailer. | 0:13:03 | 0:13:06 | |
Do you like bacon? | 0:13:06 | 0:13:07 | |
-What? -I once made a collage out of lettuce. | 0:13:07 | 0:13:10 | |
Didn't look much like my mum, though. Do you fancy a prawn ring? | 0:13:10 | 0:13:14 | |
HE BARKS LIKE A DOG | 0:13:14 | 0:13:16 | |
-Oh, heavens! -Do you know another thing that passes the time nicely? | 0:13:16 | 0:13:21 | |
-What? -The joy of song. -Oh, no. | 0:13:21 | 0:13:25 | |
# If you're happy and you know it, shake your chains | 0:13:25 | 0:13:29 | |
# If you're happy and you know it, shake your chains... # | 0:13:29 | 0:13:33 | |
I think I might actually be in hell. | 0:13:33 | 0:13:36 | |
# ..and you really want to show it | 0:13:36 | 0:13:39 | |
# If you're happy and you know it, clink your chains! # | 0:13:39 | 0:13:44 | |
Help! | 0:13:44 | 0:13:45 | |
Well, I'm full. | 0:13:54 | 0:13:57 | |
-I'm full. -Yeah. Couldn't eat another thing. | 0:13:57 | 0:14:00 | |
-Yeah. -It was certainly an interesting dinner, Lutin. | 0:14:00 | 0:14:03 | |
Yeah, well, I've never actually cooked this recipe before. | 0:14:03 | 0:14:06 | |
Or any recipe, if you must know. | 0:14:06 | 0:14:09 | |
Vell, ve are halfway to ze Pit of Despair. | 0:14:09 | 0:14:12 | |
Tomorrow, it vill be an early start. | 0:14:12 | 0:14:15 | |
So I shall wetire to my tent for some light weading. | 0:14:15 | 0:14:20 | |
-Creep. -Lutin! Don't be rude. Apologise. | 0:14:20 | 0:14:23 | |
It is all right. It takes some people time to...adjust. | 0:14:23 | 0:14:28 | |
Good night, Fraulein! | 0:14:29 | 0:14:31 | |
Ze fools! Ze stupid, foolish fools! | 0:14:35 | 0:14:39 | |
< Er, we can still hear you, y'know. | 0:14:39 | 0:14:42 | |
Er, just weading my book. | 0:14:42 | 0:14:45 | |
Ze stupid fools. | 0:14:49 | 0:14:53 | |
By giving me zeir hair, zey have allowed me to vork my evil woodoo. | 0:14:53 | 0:14:59 | |
Let us see how you liked your dinner now, Pwince Dom. | 0:15:10 | 0:15:14 | |
Oh, my stomach! | 0:15:16 | 0:15:19 | |
-I know the food wasn't that great, so there's no need to be smart. -I'm not! | 0:15:20 | 0:15:25 | |
AHH! I'm in agony! | 0:15:25 | 0:15:27 | |
Come on, Dom, leave her alone. | 0:15:27 | 0:15:28 | |
You don't hear me complaining. | 0:15:28 | 0:15:30 | |
Ja, baby, ja! | 0:15:34 | 0:15:36 | |
Oh, hilarious(!) | 0:15:38 | 0:15:40 | |
Ja, lap it up, baby! Ja! | 0:15:54 | 0:15:57 | |
Help! I can't stop eating! | 0:15:57 | 0:16:00 | |
Have you two finished? | 0:16:07 | 0:16:09 | |
Help! I can't see! | 0:16:16 | 0:16:18 | |
-LUTIN: -Hans? | 0:16:23 | 0:16:25 | |
What are you doing? | 0:16:28 | 0:16:29 | |
Just weading. | 0:16:29 | 0:16:32 | |
Weally(?) | 0:16:32 | 0:16:34 | |
Ja. Ooh! | 0:16:34 | 0:16:37 | |
I don't know why it happened. | 0:16:41 | 0:16:42 | |
Maybe it was a dream. | 0:16:42 | 0:16:44 | |
Oh. No. | 0:16:44 | 0:16:46 | |
It wasn't a dream. There's my sick. | 0:16:46 | 0:16:49 | |
Pssst! | 0:16:49 | 0:16:50 | |
I need to talk to you both. | 0:16:50 | 0:16:52 | |
-It's about Hans. -Oh, come on, Lutin, give him a chance! | 0:16:52 | 0:16:55 | |
Let me finish! | 0:16:55 | 0:16:57 | |
I know you think I'm being daft, but I really think he might be dangerous. | 0:16:57 | 0:17:02 | |
And I can prove it! | 0:17:02 | 0:17:04 | |
Go on. | 0:17:04 | 0:17:05 | |
He's hiding something, | 0:17:05 | 0:17:06 | |
something really dark and freaky, and he keeps it in his cauldron. | 0:17:06 | 0:17:11 | |
I swear to you, it's evil. | 0:17:11 | 0:17:14 | |
I think it might be some sort of, some sort of... | 0:17:14 | 0:17:16 | |
HANS: Vat do I have to do to be fwiends wiz you, Lutin? | 0:17:16 | 0:17:19 | |
-I twy everything, und yet you still spwead these wumours. -Eh? | 0:17:19 | 0:17:24 | |
Ze only thing I care about is getting ze pwinces to ze Pit of Despair. | 0:17:24 | 0:17:31 | |
Oh. | 0:17:31 | 0:17:33 | |
Er, so ve can cure ze plague, obviously. | 0:17:33 | 0:17:37 | |
-Er, Hans? We do believe you. But... -SQUELCH | 0:17:39 | 0:17:43 | |
Oh. | 0:17:43 | 0:17:44 | |
..but I suppose we could just ask to have a little look in your cauldron. | 0:17:44 | 0:17:49 | |
-Sorry. -All right. Zere is something zat I did not vant you to know about. | 0:17:49 | 0:17:55 | |
I knew it! | 0:17:55 | 0:17:57 | |
It was meant to be a surpwise to thank you | 0:18:01 | 0:18:05 | |
for being ze gweatest pwinces I have ever served! | 0:18:05 | 0:18:08 | |
No! But that isn't it! | 0:18:08 | 0:18:10 | |
-He had these freaky puppets, and they... -Lutin? | 0:18:10 | 0:18:14 | |
-I think you owe Hans an apology. -Ja. | 0:18:14 | 0:18:16 | |
-Yeah, come over here and shake Hans'...hands. -No! | 0:18:16 | 0:18:21 | |
Never! There's something going on here, and if you two don't believe me | 0:18:21 | 0:18:25 | |
then, well, I'm going back to Fyredor to find somebody who will! | 0:18:25 | 0:18:29 | |
# Eyes and ears and mouth and nose, whoo! | 0:18:36 | 0:18:39 | |
# Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes! # | 0:18:39 | 0:18:43 | |
Right, your turn. | 0:18:43 | 0:18:45 | |
HE SNIFFS | 0:18:45 | 0:18:46 | |
-Can you smell hummus? -No. No, no! No, no, listen to me! | 0:18:46 | 0:18:51 | |
My friends are in danger. | 0:18:51 | 0:18:53 | |
I need to escape! | 0:18:53 | 0:18:56 | |
Well, why didn't you just say so? | 0:18:56 | 0:18:58 | |
-You need the key to unlock your shackles. -There's a key? What key? | 0:18:58 | 0:19:03 | |
Oh, praise the heavens! | 0:19:03 | 0:19:06 | |
-Where? -Up there in the corner. | 0:19:06 | 0:19:09 | |
Well, not always. | 0:19:09 | 0:19:10 | |
It comes and sits there. It goes... | 0:19:10 | 0:19:14 | |
"Oo, oo, ah, ah, ah, ah!" | 0:19:14 | 0:19:17 | |
You mean... | 0:19:21 | 0:19:22 | |
-a monkey? -Yes! A monkey! | 0:19:22 | 0:19:26 | |
How about this one? | 0:19:26 | 0:19:28 | |
# One million green flagons hangin' on the green flagon hanger | 0:19:28 | 0:19:32 | |
# One million green flagons hangin' on the green flagon hanger | 0:19:32 | 0:19:36 | |
# And if one green flagon should accidentally fall... # | 0:19:36 | 0:19:42 | |
Oh, Mannitol! I'm never going to find him! | 0:19:42 | 0:19:46 | |
He's gone forever. | 0:19:46 | 0:19:49 | |
All I've got is this staff to remember him by. | 0:19:49 | 0:19:53 | |
Wait a minute. | 0:19:56 | 0:19:58 | |
It's Mannitol's staff! | 0:19:58 | 0:20:00 | |
Mannitol? | 0:20:00 | 0:20:02 | |
Mannitol! FAINT SINGING | 0:20:03 | 0:20:06 | |
Are you singing? | 0:20:06 | 0:20:07 | |
-# ..should accidentally fall... # -Get me out of here! | 0:20:07 | 0:20:11 | |
Yeah, all right, keep your hair on! | 0:20:11 | 0:20:14 | |
# ..hangin' on the green flagon hanger | 0:20:14 | 0:20:16 | |
# Ba ba ba ba bom. Bah-deh! Brum, brum, brum, brum, brum, brum, POW! # | 0:20:16 | 0:20:22 | |
-I... -Sh! | 0:20:22 | 0:20:24 | |
Oh, thank goodness! | 0:20:26 | 0:20:29 | |
Encore? Encore? | 0:20:29 | 0:20:31 | |
No. No! | 0:20:31 | 0:20:33 | |
-# One million green flagons hangin' on the green flagon hanger... # -NO! | 0:20:33 | 0:20:38 | |
Oh, Mannitol! | 0:20:39 | 0:20:41 | |
Oh, Lutin! | 0:20:41 | 0:20:43 | |
There is a spare sock in my belt. | 0:20:43 | 0:20:45 | |
-Oh, right. Is the key in there? -No, no, no. | 0:20:45 | 0:20:48 | |
-I want you to stick it in his mouth. -Oh, OK. | 0:20:48 | 0:20:52 | |
# ..hangin' on... # | 0:20:53 | 0:20:55 | |
That's better. | 0:20:56 | 0:20:57 | |
NOW GET ME DOWN! | 0:20:59 | 0:21:03 | |
All right... | 0:21:03 | 0:21:04 | |
Zis is ze Great Plain of Balacor. | 0:21:08 | 0:21:12 | |
Ze Pit of Despair is just over zere. | 0:21:12 | 0:21:15 | |
It is an enchanted pit, cursed to moan und sigh forever. | 0:21:17 | 0:21:23 | |
THE PIT MOANS | 0:21:23 | 0:21:25 | |
Sounds a bit like our dad. | 0:21:26 | 0:21:28 | |
Und now zat ve are finally here, zere is one last thing I have to tell you. | 0:21:28 | 0:21:32 | |
You are both complete idiots! | 0:21:34 | 0:21:37 | |
-Oh, thank you! What?! -Total fools. | 0:21:37 | 0:21:40 | |
To think zat you believed I would help you in your qvest. | 0:21:40 | 0:21:43 | |
-Hang on a minute! -Shut up. Shut up, shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! | 0:21:43 | 0:21:47 | |
-'Ere, you can't tell him to shut up. -I can do vatever I vant. | 0:21:47 | 0:21:51 | |
Ooh, ze things I've had to put up with zese past two days. | 0:21:51 | 0:21:54 | |
You und your stupid over-attention to detail, | 0:21:54 | 0:21:57 | |
insisting zat all ze tents have to face ze same vay. | 0:21:57 | 0:22:00 | |
Well, that does actually decrease wind resistance. | 0:22:00 | 0:22:04 | |
Und you! | 0:22:04 | 0:22:06 | |
viz your silly jokes about ze spoons | 0:22:06 | 0:22:08 | |
and thinking zat farting dwarves are funny. | 0:22:08 | 0:22:12 | |
I never intended to help you pwinces. | 0:22:14 | 0:22:17 | |
I... | 0:22:17 | 0:22:18 | |
I am svorn to destwoy you und your pathetic little kingdom. | 0:22:18 | 0:22:25 | |
Ze plague vill flourish und everyone vill be twansformed into beasts! | 0:22:25 | 0:22:32 | |
Why, I oughta... I oughta pull your hair! | 0:22:32 | 0:22:36 | |
No way. | 0:22:36 | 0:22:38 | |
Mm! | 0:22:38 | 0:22:39 | |
What are they? | 0:22:40 | 0:22:42 | |
I think perhaps it is your own hair you vant to be pulling, nein? | 0:22:42 | 0:22:46 | |
-Ow! -'Ere, get off him! | 0:22:46 | 0:22:48 | |
Awww, what's ze matter, Pwince Dick? | 0:22:48 | 0:22:50 | |
I heard a wumour zat you vere ticklish. | 0:22:50 | 0:22:55 | |
Leave him alone! You stop this! | 0:22:58 | 0:23:01 | |
Look at you. | 0:23:01 | 0:23:02 | |
It is pathetic, so soon after your qvest has begun. | 0:23:02 | 0:23:08 | |
But for you gentlemen, | 0:23:08 | 0:23:11 | |
ze qvest is over! | 0:23:11 | 0:23:14 | |
Me legs! I can't feel me legs! | 0:23:16 | 0:23:19 | |
Now vitness ze full power of my woodoo. | 0:23:21 | 0:23:25 | |
-Voodoo? -Woodoo. -You do? -Yes, I do. -Dick, it's the Pit of Despair! | 0:23:25 | 0:23:29 | |
Soon you will know why it is called ze Pit of Despair. | 0:23:29 | 0:23:34 | |
HE LAUGHS MANICALLY | 0:23:34 | 0:23:36 | |
Eins, zwei, | 0:23:36 | 0:23:38 | |
-eins, zwei... -As Dick and Dom marched to their doom, | 0:23:38 | 0:23:42 | |
Mannitol and Lutin were desperately racing to their rescue. | 0:23:42 | 0:23:46 | |
Oh, look! There they are! | 0:23:48 | 0:23:51 | |
I'm too young to die! | 0:23:51 | 0:23:52 | |
What about me? I'm seven seconds younger! | 0:23:52 | 0:23:55 | |
Today Fyredor, tomorrow Bottom World! | 0:23:55 | 0:23:58 | |
I fear we may be too late. | 0:23:58 | 0:24:00 | |
-Goodbye, Dick. -Goodbye, Dom. | 0:24:00 | 0:24:02 | |
-Ah! -Ah! | 0:24:02 | 0:24:03 | |
Stop, driver, stop! | 0:24:05 | 0:24:08 | |
Whoa! | 0:24:08 | 0:24:10 | |
-Lutin? -Mannitol? | 0:24:11 | 0:24:13 | |
Get off me! | 0:24:15 | 0:24:18 | |
Give me those puppets! | 0:24:18 | 0:24:20 | |
-Ahh! -Whoa! | 0:24:20 | 0:24:22 | |
You weally think a lazy, good-for-nothing servant | 0:24:22 | 0:24:24 | |
vill get ze better of Hans? | 0:24:24 | 0:24:27 | |
Ooh. O-o-o-ooh! | 0:24:28 | 0:24:32 | |
Ah-h-h! | 0:24:33 | 0:24:36 | |
Arr! | 0:24:36 | 0:24:37 | |
Ahh.. | 0:24:41 | 0:24:43 | |
This is for locking up Mannitol. | 0:24:47 | 0:24:50 | |
And this is for your stupid accent. | 0:24:50 | 0:24:54 | |
ARGH! | 0:25:04 | 0:25:06 | |
Oh, vell, who needs ze puppets anyway? | 0:25:23 | 0:25:26 | |
I can simply throw zem into ze pit. | 0:25:26 | 0:25:30 | |
Oh, ja, Hans, feel ze burn. | 0:25:38 | 0:25:40 | |
Vork ze upper body! | 0:25:40 | 0:25:42 | |
Oh, this is a nice one, this. Ooh, yes. | 0:25:55 | 0:25:57 | |
Oh, yes! | 0:25:59 | 0:26:01 | |
..and then he came crashing down. You were both brilliant. | 0:26:07 | 0:26:12 | |
-You should have seen your right hook. -I had a hook? | 0:26:12 | 0:26:15 | |
Not lit... Oh, don't worry. | 0:26:15 | 0:26:17 | |
We did all this whilst passed out? | 0:26:17 | 0:26:19 | |
Yeah. Well, with a little help from your friends. | 0:26:19 | 0:26:21 | |
I was something of a street fighter in my youth. | 0:26:23 | 0:26:26 | |
Always comes in handy for busting a few moves. | 0:26:26 | 0:26:30 | |
SQUELCH Ah! | 0:26:31 | 0:26:34 | |
It's good to have you back, Mannitol. | 0:26:34 | 0:26:36 | |
No-one will ever replace you. | 0:26:36 | 0:26:39 | |
Not even a half-decent wizard. | 0:26:39 | 0:26:41 | |
Well, looks like he won't be troubling anyone for a while. | 0:26:41 | 0:26:44 | |
SPEECH MUFFLED | 0:26:44 | 0:26:46 | |
Well, let's see what the first item on our list really is. | 0:26:46 | 0:26:51 | |
Ah! | 0:26:51 | 0:26:53 | |
A royal nit. | 0:26:53 | 0:26:55 | |
Perfect. | 0:26:55 | 0:26:57 | |
No. No, no, no. Not Stanley. | 0:26:57 | 0:26:59 | |
-Please, no. No. -Come on! | 0:26:59 | 0:27:01 | |
It's not going to hurt one bit. | 0:27:01 | 0:27:04 | |
-No, don't. No... -Lutin? -No! No! | 0:27:04 | 0:27:08 | |
-Got him! -Got him! -Got him! -OW! | 0:27:11 | 0:27:14 | |
You! Ow! | 0:27:14 | 0:27:18 | |
Ha-ha-ha! | 0:27:27 | 0:27:29 | |
United again, and with the first ingredient safely in the vial, | 0:27:29 | 0:27:34 | |
Prince Dick, Prince Dom and their faithful servants, | 0:27:34 | 0:27:37 | |
Lutin and Mannitol, set off to re-remake the antidote, | 0:27:37 | 0:27:41 | |
the cure so desperately needed by the people of Fyredor. | 0:27:41 | 0:27:45 | |
The legend of Dick and Dom continues! | 0:27:45 | 0:27:49 | |
No! Mercy, please! | 0:27:53 | 0:27:56 | |
ARGHHH! | 0:27:56 | 0:27:58 | |
EVIL LAUGH | 0:28:00 | 0:28:03 | |
Verflixt und zugenaeht! | 0:28:04 | 0:28:07 | |
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