Josh Kirby: Time Warrior! Chap. 2: The Human Pets (1995) - full transcript
Josh and his friends become pets of a giant alien.
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(alarm clock rings)
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- [Josh] My name is Josh Kirby.
I was just your
average ninth grader,
my biggest problem was
getting good grades.
And my idea of excitement
was racing my bicycle.
(bell rings)
Yes!
I never thought time
would catch up with me.
I couldn't even imagine
that hundreds of years from now,
many kind would
invent the Nullifier.
A device capable of controlling,
or destroying the universe.
- [Zoetrope] Prepare
for the storm.
- [Josh] A scientist
name Erwin 1138
tried to disassemble
and hide the Nullifier.
Even he he couldn't stop,
- [Irwin] Dr Zoetrope?
- [Zoetrope] Give
me the Nullifier.
- [Irwin] You're
too late, Zoetrope.
- [Zoetrope] It's
never too late for me.
- [Josh] Irwin and Zoetrope
have been chasing each
other across the time stream,
trying to be the first to
find the Nullifier's pieces.
This time, they
will land in 1995.
The place?
My front yard.
Now, I'm going along for
the ride of all time.
What's going on?
Where are we?
- [Irwin] I hope you're
prepared to do battle young man.
This will be a war through time,
and Dr Zoetrope will
take no prisoners.
(dramatic music)
- [Josh] We've got
help from a warrior.
- My name is Azabeth Siege.
- Oh, she's amazing.
And a magical creature called
Prism to show us the way.
Together, we're on a
quest through time.
Visiting different worlds
to fight for the
Nullifier's pieces.
- [Zoetrope] I'm obviously
in the right place.
And the right time.
- [Josh] Because if Zoetrope
ever assembles the Nullifier,
he'll conquer time it's self.
I've got to try and
save the universe.
(dramatic music)
I was just a 14 year old kid
before my adventure began.
But now, I'm Josh
Kirby, Time Warrior.
- [Announcer] On the last
chapter of Josh Kirby,
Time Warrior.
(yelling)
- Look mister, I've
got to get out of here.
- Such petty concerns.
I've got to catch Zoetrope
before it's too late.
Location is, England.
1205 AD.
You think they mean us harm?
- I'd say that's pretty
much an affirmative.
- It's a dinosaur.
- I think it thinks we're lunch.
- We must rescue them.
- Who are you guys?
- I might ask you
the same question.
(smack)
- Azabeth.
- No, we must run now
boy, or we are lost too.
- Take her.
- New comers, Lord?
- Yes, three of them.
I have one imprisoned in
the dungeon right now.
- We got to organize
another rescue pronto.
- Rescue?
Out of the question.
- I know where there's
another dragon.
- [Josh] Another
dragon, are you serious?
- It followed you, Josh.
- [Josh] Maybe now you'll
consider my other idea.
- We should launch an
assault against the castle
and my brother with the
aide of this creature?
- We could take 'em.
I know we could.
- Are you with me in a
push against the castle?
(crowd clamors agreement)
(dramatic music)
- Guards!
Guards!
Court yard, you idiots.
(dramatic music)
(sword clanks)
- Return her to the dungeon.
(struggling)
Wake the royal executioner.
She dies on the chopping
block in the morning.
- [Guard] Why not feed her
to the royal dragon, sire?
- What?
And deny myself the
trophy of her head?
You see, this is
why I'm a Barron,
and you're an idiot.
Besides, come tomorrow
the royal dragon can fest
on all the peasant
villager he likes.
After her execution,
we sack the village.
No more Mr Nice Knight.
(grunting)
(door clangs shut)
- Try the left.
(laughter)
And try the right.
(metal groans)
Excellent.
Time pod in full working order.
- Great.
Now I'll see you later.
I got to talk to
William about something.
- Oh, alright.
(singing to self)
(sighs)
(light music)
- Sire, it's me, Josh.
(door squeaks open)
- Sire now, is it?
I'm glad you've
come, Josh Kirby.
I want to tank you.
- For what?
- Modest as well as brave, eh?
I think you know what for.
I was practically a broken
man before you came.
You've given us all new hope,
- Well actually I came
here to ask you a favor.
- Anything in my power, lad.
- I need a sword for tomorrow.
And a few lessons.
- Tomorrows battle
is not yours, Josh.
We can not ask you
to fight it for us.
- Yeah but I want too.
Our friend is still your
brother's prisoner, remember?
(sorrowful music)
- Alright.
- It's yours.
- And now yours.
Take it.
(uplifting music)
Feels good, doesn't it?
- Yeah, real D&D.
- What?
- D&D.
Dungeons and Dragons?
- Dungeons, dragons?
- Skip it.
- That sword was forged in
the time of the Vikings,
and handed down in my
family for generations.
From eldest son to eldest son.
Henry hated my father
for giving it to me.
The Norsemen gave their
weapons names in those days.
You're holding Salvation
of the Realm in your hands.
Appropriate, wouldn't you say?
Now.
Come at me with your blade.
Oh my.
Again.
The other way.
(upbeat music)
Oh dear.
And again.
Oh, are you sure you've never
used a broad sword before?
You seem to have a flare
for this, Josh Kirby.
Yes, quite a flare.
Very interesting maneuver, that.
(solemn music)
- Feels good.
Familiar somehow.
Like I've done this before.
- In another life perhaps.
Just a word of caution.
You have a stomach
for the site of blood?
- Blood?
- I thought not.
Many's the knight
who's been unmanned
after drawing the
blood of his enemy.
Some even give up
their breakfasts,
if you take my meaning.
So, if you don't have
the stomach for carnage,
strike to dull the senses.
A blow to the skull with
the flat of your blade
is enough to take any
man out of the fray.
- I got it.
- Troops assembled to go over
the plan of attack, sire.
- Good.
I've drawn a map of
the castle for us.
(roaring)
- Who's there?
- Shh, quite.
You'll wake the jailer.
(door creaks)
Are you quite alright?
- How do I look?
What do you want?
- I just came to see
if they hurt you.
- I am fine.
No thanks to you.
Oh, but you can go now.
You've done your good
turn for the day.
- Oh, I'm sorry Azabeth.
But I can do no more.
- Yes you can.
- What?
- Help me.
Free me.
- Free you?
Are you mad?
Henry would have
my head on a pike.
- And he's to have
mine in the morning.
(sorrowful music)
- I knew not of this.
- You are a slave, you know.
As much as slave as I
ever was on my own world.
- What is this, your own world?
- Never mind.
- Ha, how am I a slave?
I come as I please.
I go as I please.
I own many beautiful things.
- And you are a beautiful thing,
own yourself.
Jennifer, don't you see?
You belong to Lord Henry,
and all you own
belongs to Lord Henry.
You mean no more to him
than one of his horses.
You are his kept toy
and nothing more.
And the pity of it
is, you have a choice.
There's a saying
where I come from.
The worse prisons are the
ones we make for ourselves.
- Yes.
Another of your Codes of Kong.
- Kang, Codes of Kang.
The 16th to be exact.
- Yes well, I can not free you.
That would be suicide for me.
But I can do this much.
I will get a message
to your friends
in the village this evening.
And tell them that
you're to die tomorrow,
and they must come.
Oh yes, I must do
this on my own though.
I can not trust anybody here.
- Thank you.
But I must ask one last favor.
- What?
- My weapons, I need them.
Can you bring them to me?
- Well not tonight.
I will think of something, yes.
I must go now if I'm to
reach your friends in time.
Good night, Azabeth.
(door creaks)
- Good night.
- Henry's dragon guards
the castle's right flank.
And the castle's
other battlements
have guards a plenty.
- How do we get in then?
- A secret way, blacksmith.
A way known only to myself.
And now to the rest of you.
Travel east along the
Moors of Blackwater,
till you reach the sheer
rock face of Killbourn cliff.
There you will find a
passageway covered by brush.
This leads to a secret entrance
inside the castle's stables.
Once inside make your way to
the castle's main entrance,
and throw open the gates.
Gwen, you and the
rest will wait with me
outside the of castle
in Shepard's Field.
- We'll be ready.
- We advance on
Theodore's signal.
- How wide is this
passage, sire?
Big enough for Theodore, I hope.
(laughter)
- Yes it's big enough
round for Theodore.
Now listen lads,
once inside the castle I
will ride against my brother
and his dragon atop
our own great beast.
I was always the victor in
the joust against Henry.
And I ought to be able to
make quick work of him.
That's the plan, lads.
We march at dawn.
To tomorrow.
And victory.
(uplifting music)
- [All] To victory!
(fast paced music)
(laughing and jeering)
- Hello Jennifer.
- Hello Jack.
- How you've been?
- Well, thank you.
- Can't a man get any rest?
Who's this?
- I being a message
from Azabeth Siege.
- I know no Azabeth Siege.
- We do.
She's our friend.
She's the one your brother
captured this morning.
So what's the message?
How is she?
Where is she?
- She's being held in
Lord Henry's dungeon.
- Is she alright?
- For the moment.
Henry has ordered her
execution at dawn.
- Oh.
- She asked for her
weapons, and your help.
- And who might you be?
- I am the lady.
I am Jennifer.
I am Henry of
Dearborn's concubine.
- Well, Henry's concubine.
You've taken a great
risk coming here.
We could hold you
for ransom you know.
- I'm none too
valuable to the Barron,
as I have only recently
come to realize.
I'm afraid I would net
you precious little.
(sorrowful music)
- Jennifer?
Here.
It's Azabeth's silver piece.
Just tell her we'll be there,
and tell her not to worry.
- You must be Josh.
I'll tell her.
- Jennifer, could I inquire?
Is the Barron's alchemist
a tall, dark, brooding man,
with a little, creature that
follows him wherever he goes?
- Yes, the royal alchemist
Zoetrope is such a man.
Why do you ask?
- Oh no particular reason,
we just have an old score
to settle, that's all.
Thank you for the information.
- Be on guard, all.
Henry plans to march
on your village
after the execution at dawn.
He and his men will be
armed and ready for battle
well before sun up.
- Thank you, Jennifer.
See that she has safe
passage back to the castle.
- I wish not for
your thanks, sire.
For I will do what
I can on the morrow.
I have much to atone for.
Perhaps when all this is over.
- You'll be welcome.
- Good luck.
(roaring)
(dramatic music)
- It looks a bit
narrow in there.
Perhaps I'd best
go with the others.
- Get going, Theodore.
You're holding up the party.
(dramatic music)
- It is time,
my child.
(sorrowful music)
(heavy sigh)
(dramatic music)
- Is that meant for us?
- There, the Lady Jennifer.
- Let's not keep the
lady waiting, gents.
- Well you won't get
me on that thing.
Alright, you go ahead
and I'll see you inside.
- Alright, be careful.
(dramatic music)
(drum in background)
(people chatting and
whispering in background)
- Come on, get up.
Get up.
They want us in the square.
(chickens clucking)
(dramatic music)
- Have you anything to say
before you meet your maker?
Careful how you
answer, Azabeth Siege.
It's not too late to
show me the gratitude you
denied me last night.
(people whispering
in background)
(dramatic music)
- You're just a glutton
for gratitude, aren't you?
- Let the execution begin.
(dramatic music)
- Yes, that's it Josh.
- Thank you, Jennifer.
Oh no, that's Azabeth.
- Suite yourself.
- Lend me your sling shot.
- What?
(people whispering
in background)
- Don't move.
(dramatic music)
(screams)
- Oh Azabeth.
(uplifting music)
(dramatic music)
(screams)
(dramatic music)
- Attack!
(yelling)
(swords clang)
(dramatic music)
- Attack!
- Attack, attack!
- Attack!
(clamoring and yelling)
Attack!
(swords clang and clash)
(punches landing)
(fighters yelling)
(punches landing)
(swords clang and clash)
(yelling fiercely)
(punches landing)
(horse neighs)
(yelling savagely)
- What took you so long?
- Oh you're very welcome.
- Seriously, thank
you for the rescue.
It seems once again
I'm in your debt.
- And you can't leave my
side until it's repaid.
The old 12th code
of Kangaroonie.
- Don't rub it in.
(yells viciously)
(dragons roar)
(dramatic music)
(swords clanging in background)
(roars)
(dramatic music)
(dragons roar)
(smacks)
- What will you fight
with now, brother?
- Bare skin if it comes to that.
Brother.
(growls)
(smacks)
(roars in pain)
(roars in pain)
(sorrowful music)
- Damn.
(swords clanging in background)
- What is that?
(yelling out fiercely)
- Josh Kirby.
(giggles)
(poof)
(chirping)
(poof)
- Fight on brothers.
The day's almost ours.
(swords clanging)
- It was you Lady, wasn't it
who dropped the rope
ladder down to the enemy?
- No you're mistaken.
Stop, I--
(dramatic music)
(soft music)
Jack?
(dramatic music)
(yelling and clashing)
(laser shot)
(laser shot)
(dramatic music)
- Azabeth Siege, you're alive.
I'm so pleased.
- Where have you been?
- Have you seen Dr Zoetrope?
Now, we understand that
he's the Barron's alchemist.
And he has little Prism
under some kind of spell.
(poof)
(trills)
Prism.
Well this is getting to
be some kind of reunion.
What's that you have
there, my little friend?
(chirping and trilling)
Oh, well done Prism.
Now what about the
Nullifier component
that was sent into this time?
Is it near?
(squeaks)
(dramatic music)
(chickens clucking)
- Excuse me.
I think those are
mine, baby brother.
- Then take them back.
Just try.
(dramatic music)
(sword swooshes)
(swords clang)
(dramatic music)
- Congestion brother?
(smacks)
- Now you've made me angry.
(yells savagely)
(dramatic music)
- I will make quick work
of you, tub of lard.
(sobs)
(dramatic music)
(grunting)
(smacks)
- Lay down your
weapon, good knight.
Or else it's good night.
(chuckles)
- Well that about
wraps it up then.
- All in a days work.
- Where's William?
- [Both] Don't know.
(dramatic music)
(swords clash)
(dramatic music)
(intense music)
(sword swooshes)
(smacks)
(grunting)
(crowd clamors in fear)
- Sire!
(dramatic music)
- That's mine.
- Father's sword
was the one thing
you could never
take from me, Henry.
- You were always his favorite.
- He tried to love you,
but your jealousy
and your hatred
always blinded you to that.
(sorrowful music)
(yells out)
(screams then thud)
(sorrowful music)
(sputtering)
- Hail William!
- [Crowd] Hail William!
(cheering)
- Hail William!
(cheering)
(uplifting music)
(dramatic music)
- Hail William!
(laughter)
- Hail William!
- Hail William!
(dramatic music)
(cheering)
(regal music)
(cheering and applause)
- [Crowd] Hail William!
- Father?
Father, is William going
to give us a baby dragon?
You said he might.
- We'll see, Jamie.
Dragons eat a lot, you know.
- I'll grow a garden
just to feed it.
- As reward for helping
us win this day,
I hereby make my
first official decree.
One of our dragon's off
spring shall go to Jamie
and the Blacksmith.
(laughter)
My friends,
please kneel.
In the absence of his
Royal Majesty the King,
and by the power invested in
me as Barron of this region,
for your part in helping
us to victory this day,
I knight each of you.
Thank you,
Josh Kirby.
Irwin 1137.
- Eight, sire.
- 11378.
And Azabeth Siege.
We will forever be in your debt.
(cheering and applause)
(uplifting music)
- Where's Prism?
- [Prism] (muttering)
- Oh stop playing games, Prism.
We still have the
Nullifier to find.
- No wait, I get it.
- Get what?
I mean Prism is
hungry, that's all.
I'll bet Zoetrope hasn't fed
his a single morsel of food
then entire time he's
kept him prisoner.
- No.
He's not hungry.
He's trying to tell
us that the dinosaur
ate the Nullifier component.
- [Prism] (chirping)
- Isn't that it, Prism?
- (Squeaks)
- My friends, may I
speak with you privately
for a moment?
Let's be frank with one another.
I don't know where
you come from,
and I don't think
that I wish to know.
I fear it might be
harmful somehow.
But know that I am grateful
for your intervention.
However it was
arranged by providence.
God speed and protect
you in your travels.
In your food
storage compartment?
Farewell Josh Kirby.
- My lord.
- Bye Josh.
- Bye lad.
- So,
how do we get the component
back without major surgery?
- Well I want you to
find me the largest
mixing bowl in the
entire village.
And prune juice.
Lots and lots of prune juice.
- Ugh, what is that?
- Well let's just
call it dino laxative.
- [Prism] (trilling)
- That's right dinosaur,
drink it all up.
(slurping and chomping)
- Sure gave that triceratops
a bad case of
indigestion, Irwin.
- She'll be fine.
I don't know where
Dr Zoetrope could be,
but I strongly suggest
we vacate this area
as quickly as possible.
- Yeah.
(laser fires, people screaming)
- [Irwin] Get the
platform, quickly.
(lasers fire)
(dramatic music)
- You're no match
for me, Josh Kirby.
Put that weapon down before
I'm forced to hurt you.
(laser fires)
(suspenseful music)
- Oh no.
(yelling)
- [Josh] Holy moly.
- [Irwin] What on earth is that.
(screaming)
- [Prism] (cooing)
(suspenseful music)
- Hey.
- Keep off.
Oh give me a break.
You were the one
who was all over me.
- You really don't expect
me to believe that, do you?
- (Trilling)
- What's going on?
Picked the wrong time
to loose my helmet.
That's the second time I've
been knocked out today.
Hey, get a load of Prism.
There must be a Nullifier
component near by.
Where's my power staff?
- That giant alien
must have taken it
while we were out cold.
- My weapons are gone as well.
- What was that thing?
I thought we were
still on earth.
- We are still on earth, Josh.
But the earth of the far future.
I can only deduce that by
the time the year 70,379
rolls by, my current's been
defeated by these alien giants.
That,
or these mutant
behemoths are our
distant evolutionary
descendants.
Either way we're in
rather big trouble.
- (Groaning)
- Oh no.
(moaning)
- [Azabeth] They're
enormous, Josh Kirby.
They're coming this way.
(yelling)
(suspenseful music)
- He's a kid.
The one who found
us, he's a kid.
And those are his parents.
- [Irwin] Oh.
(moaning)
- Oh no.
The second most intelligent
man of the 25th century,
reduced to the status
of a human pet.
- Oh no.
They're leaving him all alone.
Remain calm.
We have to remain calm.
- [Irwin] What's he doing?
- [Josh] This is not good.
- [Irwin] Put us down
you (mumbles) child.
- [Josh] Come on.
(yelling)
Irwin look!
- I wish he wouldn't
squeeze so hard.
- Incredible.
The child has a collection
of time displaced humans.
They must be the flotsam
and jetsam left in the wake
of Zoetrope manic time trek.
Poor souls randomly plucked
from their own worlds,
and catapulted through
the time stream to this
god forsaken place.
- Put how can people
from other times be here?
I thought you said time travel
was impossible
for living things.
- Man made time travel.
These people have been brought
here by nature it's self.
A nature which has been
interfered with by Dr Zoetrope.
(humming and mumbling)
- Forcing us to fight
for his amusement.
Just like back home.
- [Giant] (giggling)
- Wait a sec, these guys are
stuck here just like we are.
We have no reason to fight.
(gun shots)
(yelling)
- How about to avoid being
splattered against something.
- Oh, yeah that's a
pretty good reason.
(moans)
(gun shots in background)
- Viva la France!
(dramatic music)
- (Chirps)
- Enguard.
(fast paced music)
(weapons clash)
- She's amazing.
(gun shot in background)
- (Chirping)
- Oh, take it, Prism.
(gun shots)
- (Speaking giant language)
- Leave us alone,
you overgrown infant.
- He wants us to
fight each other.
- [Azabeth] (yells
in background)
- I won't hear of it.
- Well we've got
to do something,
otherwise we'll end
up as wall paper.
Why don't you blast him
with your power staff.
(whines)
- [Giant] (chuckles)
- I'm afraid my power staff is
a rather delicate instrument
which has been damaged
by the jostling of these
fleshy headed mutants.
- In other words we're up
a creek without a paddle.
(dramatic music)
(gun shots)
(weapons clangs and clash)
I've got an idea.
- What?
- Follow my lead.
- What in heaven's
name are you doing?
- What they don't have kung
fu movies int he 25th century?
- Oh I see, we are gonna
fake an intimate knowledge
of the marshal arts, ha ha!
Oh , sorry.
- (Whining)
(dramatic music)
(gun shots)
- Oh you Shea Ling
pragmatic style is good,
but still I must destroy you.
- Oh no.
No, my quantum particle
acceleration style
is more than a match
for the likes of you.
(dramatic music)
(weapons clang)
(guns click empty)
- You two can stop your
ridiculous gyrations, I've won.
(dramatic music)
- (Giggles and cheers)
- I owe you my life.
In solemn accordance with
the 12th code of Kang,
I pledge not to leave your
side until this debt is repaid.
- You don't have too.
Oh, yeah, the 12th code.
My dad always told me you
got to play by the rules.
(giggling)
- This is a fine weapon.
Much like the shriek
of the draconian guard.
You must teach me
to use it someday.
- Sure.
It's a date.
(yelling)
- [Josh] Oh no,
put us back down.
- [Azabeth] Put us
down you (mumbles).
(dramatic music)
- Stay back Josh Kirby,
I'll finish off this pathetic
excuse for a warrior.
- No.
There's no reason for
us to fight anymore.
Are you okay?
Look, I'm sorry about the
bump on the head D'Artagnan.
Here.
- (Speaks French)
- Oh, y'all speak English?
Woo wee!
Gave up hoping I'd meet
anyone in this crazy town
which savvy my lingo.
Names Willie Pooch, out
of Dry Gulch, Kansas.
What's your handle half pint?
- Josh, Josh Kirby.
- Well howdy.
- These are my
friends, Irwin 1138.
- Howdy.
- Howdy, howdy.
- Azabeth Siege.
- Oh, mama.
- And this down here is Prism.
- Oh cute little coyote.
Puts me in mind of that
time I was pond for turmoil
out by Sassafras Creek.
Creature just like
him sprung upon me
from out of the dim night
and my heart nearly stopped.
Before I realized it
was just Midget McCarthy
back from panning for gold.
He'd been up in
the hills so long
his whiskers had grown
clean down to his toes.
- I thought he said
he spoke English?
- If you gentlemen
are quite finished
telling these tall tales,
I suggest we move on to
the more pressing matter
of planning our escape.
- Woo wee, you
speak English too.
How come you never said nothing?
- Well in your case
I prefer to let my
pistol do the talking.
- Not a very friendly
fellow, are you?
- Friendship is not the issue.
We all share the
same predicament.
We were all struck
by lightening,
and somehow transported
into the clutches
of this over fed, kent,
Unt we must escape.
- You sure talk
mighty funny, bud.
Where you from anyhow?
- Heidelberg.
- Oh, Heidelberg?
Is that south of the border?
- Nein, dummkoff.
(all speaking at once)
- Alright now listen up.
I don't care what
language you speak,
but we all have to shut
up and work together
so we can get out of this mess.
- Perhaps I can be
of some assistance.
(speaking French)
(uplifting music)
(all talking at once)
- What was that all about?
Are they just mad
because she's a girl
and she can fight
better than they can.
- Beats me.
I gave up trying to understand
human behavior years ago.
That's why I'm a physicists.
(staff whirs)
(soft music)
- What's wrong, Azabeth?
- Nothing.
Nothing is wrong, this
is how it always is.
- What do you mean?
- Where I come from
all of my people
are traded as property.
We are forced to fight
each other in arenas of war
just because we are different.
- Different, I don't get it.
- Don't try and tell
me you haven't noticed.
- Noticed what?
- This.
And this.
I'm not like you and
those others Josh Kirby.
I'm only half human.
Pure humans think me and
my people are freaks.
Twisted, weird.
- Look, some people
think I'm weird too.
- Really?
- Sure.
But that's their problem.
I admit I used to
worry about this a lot.
Especially Mrs Manabalm's
social studies class.
You see there was
this girl, Beth.
Every time I tried to
make eye contact with her,
she'd turn and look at me like
I was some sort of disease.
She was friendly to everybody.
Except yours truly.
Man she was beautiful.
(school bell rings)
And believe me, girls
weren't my only problem.
A couple of guys on
the junior varsity team
thought they owned the place.
- Don't you know who I am?
- Duke.
- Duke Dunkington.
Quarterback of
the football team.
- Captain of the wrestling team.
Anchor of the track team, and
God's gift to Green Oaks High.
- If I tell you, do
my homework geek,
- Maggot.
- Worm.
- You do my homework.
- [Josh] I think high
school isn't so much a place
for learning, as it is for
maybe an organized attempt
to make each and every
student feel like a worm.
(school bell rings)
It gets to me some days.
It gets to me a lot.
(whimsical music)
But the truth is,
it doesn't matter.
The only thing that matters
is what I think of myself.
If I'm happy with me,
I don't have to go out and
buy some special sneakers,
or listen to the
most popular music,
or live in some big fancy house
just to make people
think I'm cool.
- For one so young you posses
a great wisdom, Josh Kirby.
Here.
Here take this.
To protect yourself in case
something happens to me.
- Thanks.
(clears throat)
- Excuse me, Josh.
These gentlemen would like to
apologies to Azabeth Siege.
Monsieur Don Joure thought
you were a hellish sorceress
conjured up by his arch enemy.
Cardinal Arigleou.
- Oh yeah, sweet cakes,
I thought you were was some
kind of Siamese witch woman
out to put the hoo ju on me.
It was all just a
misunderstanding.
Give us a second
chance, what do you say?
- Could we please put
an end to this love fest
und get back to
the matter at hand.
Macht schnell!
- Yelling won't help matters.
But perhaps this will.
Excuse me.
(dramatic music)
- A cane?
And what do you
suggest we do, old man?
Limp our way out?
- My power staff may require
a little re-calibrating
from time to time.
Once that's done.
- These magic tricks may
impress these creatures,
but I am a man of the world.
- Oh.
(staff beeping)
(glass shatters)
Any more comments,
man of the world?
- Nien.
- You're all welcome to
join us, if you wish.
(speaking French)
(dramatic music)
- Well wait for me.
(glass clinking)
Where to, partners?
- Don't worry.
He's got it all figured out.
He's the second most brilliant
man of the 25th century.
- Josh, I have a
confession to make.
I acted rather prematurely
in order to shut up
that loud mouth German.
In fact, I've no idea
what our next move is.
- We've got to
find the time pod.
- But how?
We could be thousands of mils
away from where we landed.
Could take us years to find
that giant kids foot print.
- Now listen to me Irwin 1138,
I was a kid once myself.
I know how they think.
No kid, not even a
giant mutant kid,
could take a collection
of action figures home
and leave their super cool
scale model vehicle behind.
- Look, up there.
It's my beloved Brunhilde.
- Yes!
- Where?
Where is this Brunhilde?
I don't see no girlie up there.
Brunhilde is mine
plane, you idiot.
- But plane or fancy I
still don't see no girlie.
- But how are we going to
get up to the time pod?
It's a sheer cliff,
50 feet high.
- I have an idea.
Follow me.
We'll use this to make a rope.
- Monsieur Don Joure.
- Oh it's disgusting.
It's a kids underwear.
Alright, lets help
her out D'Artagnan.
- You know.
Oh, sorry Pierre.
I was champion cow
roper of Wabash County
three years running.
I'll knot those suckers up.
- Oh you sure
about this Azabeth?
- I scaled a 1000 foot wall
in Gouldren Fortress of Quan
when I was seven.
I think I know what I'm doing.
- I'm sorry.
(fabric ripping)
- My Brunhilde is the
finest fighter plane
on the entire western front.
(fabric tearing)
- You must be very proud.
(snoring)
(dramatic music)
(ripping)
(loud snoring)
- There you go, darlin'.
- Now are you certain that these
knots will hold our weight?
- Sweet cakes this baby
is strong enough to hog
tie a herd of wild
buffalo, ugh-huh.
- (Chirps)
(yelling)
- Well done, Prism.
- Thanks Prism.
- Woo wee!
(intense music)
(rope thuds to floor)
- Last one up is a
desert cockroach from the
barren planets of Rinmar seven.
- You got a head
start, sweet cakes.
(intense music)
- Be careful Josh Kirby,
and remember number 14
of the 21 codes of Kang.
- Yeah, what's that.
- [Azabeth] Never look down.
- Alright, come on.
- This is dirty infantry work.
I should be flying above it all.
But I will do anything to get
back to my beloved Brunhilde.
- You certainly have an
interesting relationship
with your plane.
- Woo wee, I ain't
see this much rope
since Judge Parker strung up
all 12 of the Algebers at once.
(speaking French)
- Oh you said it, Lucky Pierre.
Don't know what you
said, but you did say it.
(pane groaning)
- Did you feel that?
- What?
- The rope.
It slipped.
(grunting and straining)
Quick, Josh Kirby
stop the plane.
(clamoring)
it's slipping.
Hold on Josh Kirby.
- [Cowboy] Hurry up now.
(dramatic music)
(yelling)
- Well done.
(breathing heavy)
- My compliments.
You all deserve the Iron
Cross for saving Brunhilde.
(speaking German)
- Oh that Heidelberg dude is
not playing with a full deck.
- Oh cool.
- What's that?
- This is a mountain bike.
It's excellent.
I had a bike at home,
but nothing like this.
All my dad could afford
was a rusty old one speed.
Oh man, I hope he's
not worried about me.
You know I can just
imagine him coming home
the night I took off
on this crazy mission.
It probably seemed like
any other night, really.
He would have been bushed
from another hard
day at the plant.
- Josh.
- [Josh] My dad is always
worried about my future.
How was I gonna do on the SATs?
Are college costs going up
faster than his credit line?
Or was I gonna totally flake out
and decide not to go
to college at all?
- Josh, I'm home.
(suspenseful music)
For crying out loud Josh,
do you know what time it is?
- He never used to let
me do anything dangerous.
Anything physical
at all, really.
He was afraid I
would hurt myself
and ruin my chances to
go to Harvard and Yale.
If I pass this AP test,
well they're having tryouts
after school next week
for the football team.
Yeah, I'm pretty
fast and I know--
- Team sports cut too
deep into homework time
- But dad.
- Besides, you don't want
to hang out with those guys.
They're all dumb jocks.
One out of a 1000 will
land a $1 million contract
the rest will end up with
me down at the plant.
Or worse, getting grease
stains from french fries
down at burger world.
You just stick to the books.
You'll earn a big scholarship
and then we won't have
to worry about how
were gonna have to pay your
tuition to Harvard and Yale.
- Dad I cant' go to
Harvard and Yale.
- First time for
everything, son.
- Every morning on
my way to school
I would ride my
bike like a maniac.
(fast paced music)
For a kid riding a
bike is like flying.
Sometimes I pretend
I'm flying an F16.
Or driving an Indy car.
Or doing a motor cross.
Spokes spinning, the
wind in your hair,
the leaves in your face.
There are few things more
fun than riding a bike.
Sorry.
(fast paced music)
It was my one real
chance for adventure.
After all my dad couldn't
keep me from going to school.
- Will you show me how it works?
- Yeah, sure.
(speaking German)
- Y'alls don't get out
much, do ya Heidelberg?
(speaking German)
(suspenseful music)
- What's the trouble?
- The storm which
brought me here
seems to have injured Brunhilde.
- You mean the
engine isn't working?
- I mean the engine is dead.
- Hey, is that a parachute?
Oh how do you work this thing?
- Why do you ask such
stupid questions?
You count to three,
and you pull the cord.
(speaking German)
- Hey, this is what they
use to go sky diving with.
- What's sky diving?
Is it anything
like riding a bike?
- Don't you idiots
understand what this means?
Without mine plane
I am stuck up here.
- Join the club, Heidi.
- Hey maybe you'll just have
to leave your plane here
and come with the rest of us.
- Josh, it's not
as simple as that.
My time pod wasn't designed
to transport this many people
through the fourth dimension.
And even if it was, where
would we transport them too?
Their native temporal zones
must be just as
screwed up as yours.
- We can't just leave 'em here.
(giant groans)
(dramatic music)
- He seems upset.
- I set my buetocks he's
angrier than a pole cat
in a hornets nest.
And we are as doomed as a
tender foot in Tomb Stone.
- We can not give up now.
The battle is not lost if the
warrior still has the courage
to fight on, that's
clearly stated
in the third code of Kang.
- Viva la Kang.
- Yeah, you said it Azabeth.
And it sure ain't over yet.
- Josh what are you doing?
- I'm gonna get his attention.
Divert him away from you guys.
- What are we
supposed to do then?
- You'll think of something.
(giant muttering)
(dramatic music)
- What are you doing old man?
- Josh put himself
into danger in order
to buy us some more time.
We must make full use of it.
Now if I can locate the
appropriate circuitry,
I can perform what you 20th
century primitives call
a jump start.
- Come on.
- Be careful Josh Kirby!
- Yee ha!
- Come on, you big bully.
Catch me if you can.
(mumbling and groaning)
(dramatic music)
- Over here shorty.
(crying)
- (Speaking giant)
(crying)
- Oh thank god.
- [Zoetrope] Joshua.
Over here, help me Joshua.
(dramatic music)
- Dr Zoetrope?
- [Zoetrope] Josh
you must free me
so that I can save the universe.
- What do you think I am?
An idiot?
You want to destroy
the universe.
Everything that ever did exist,
does exist or will exist.
I saw what you did to my
time just by showing up.
And you've already found a
second Nullifier component.
- Listen to me boy.
There are forces at work here
which you cannot understand.
Help me out of my
unfortunate predicament,
and I will give you power
you have never dreamed of.
- What good is power if you
don't have your friends?
Or your family, or your home?
No, I'll never help you.
- Then you've sealed your
own doom, Josh Kirby.
(squishing)
- Oh yuck.
I'll help you out of this mess,
but only so Irwin
1138 can take you back
to the 25th century nut
house, where you belong.
- Only a little fool could be
taken in by that
jealous old man.
- Sticks and stones
may break my bones,
but words can never hurt me.
- How about giant mutant
spiders of 70,000 AD?
- Don't try that trick on me.
Maybe I'll quite this
nice guy routine,
and leave you stuck
in this web until
your friend spider
really does come back.
(dramatic music)
(growling)
(laser blast)
- We must hurry.
The kid could return
at any moment.
- Hey Irwin, you think
he'll be okay up here?
- Yes his time armor will
protect him from the rigors
of chronoal displacement.
Besides he's too big to
go into the time pod.
And I can't figure out
how to get him out of
that blasted thing.
- [Zoetrope] I'm still
smarter than you Irwin.
Nothing you can do
can change that.
- Oh.
(beeping)
- Well have you
made up your minds?
- Yeah.
We took a vote and
it was unanimous.
Even my Nordic ancestor Guntag
Muntag over here agreed.
After he regained his senses.
- Yeah.
- That was my idea.
Democracy in action.
- Stupidity in action would
be closer to the truth.
None the less your jump
start seems to have given
Brunhilde an endless
power supply.
So it shouldn't be
that dangerous for us.
After all we could live for
a year off the table scraps
from one of these creatures
between meal snacks.
We will explore far and wide.
Seeking for others,
others such as ourselves.
Perhaps I will even
find Heidelberg again.
There is, however, one problem.
Brunhilde simply cannot
carry more than four persons.
And that's stripped bare
and with this cow poker
strapped to the wing.
- Now that sounds
right fun, Heidi.
What part is the wing?
- Josh if your own
theory is correct.
Once we've traced Dr
Zoetrope steps back through
time to the 25th century,
Azabeth Siege will be
blinked back to her own time
where ever that is, and
you'll never see her again.
- Well at least
we'll get a chance
to hang out with each other.
- Well put.
- Yeah, thanks.
- Listen Azabeth,
if you want to come
with Irwin and me,
it's no trouble, really.
I mean I think it would
be great if you came.
But it's all up to you.
- Of course I'm coming with you.
Josh Kirby how many
times must I tell you,
in solemn accordance with
the 12th code of Kang,
I must remain by your side
until I have saved your life.
In return for you saving mine.
- What if you never get
the chance to save my life?
- Then we must spend the
rest of our days together.
- Well.
Yeah, I can live with that.
All aboard, all aboard.
- Schnell.
- Azabeth is coming with us.
- Au Revoir, mes amis.
- Au Revoir.
- Nice knowing you, buckaroos.
Hope we cross paths
again sometime.
- Yeah.
- Well come along you two.
Time is one thing we
can't afford to waste.
(dramatic music)
- You think they'll make it?
- Well as long as they
don't strangle each other
they should be okay.
(plane propeller humming)
- Woo!
(plane whooshes by)
(crying)
(beeps and bops)
- Prepare for the storm.
(time pod humming)
(dramatic music)
(yells and cries)
(engines blast)
- Here you are young lady.
Now it's perfectly safe
for you to go out in time
periods other than your own.
Like our next stop, 1994.
That's where I'm from, you know.
- That'll be interesting to see.
- Well, it's not exactly
how it's supposed to be.
But we're gonna fix all that.
Right, Irwin 1138?
- Right.
Prism, don't touch that button.
(dramatic music)
Grab him, Josh.
- Prism stop!
(whoosh)
(beeps)
- I don't believe it.
Prism's gone wrong.
- It just goes to prove number
18 of the 21 codes of Kang.
Anything too cute
can't be trusted.
(dramatic music)
- Help, help.
(alarm blaring)
- Josh Kirby.
Hold on, Josh Kirby.
- Azabeth!
Come on, reach.
(alarm blares)
- Josh.
- Josh Kirby.
- You can do it.
(yelling)
Reach.
- Hold on.
- [Josh] Come on, come on.
- [Irwin] Well done, Azabeth.
- Josh Kirby, are you alright?
Are you hurt?
(chirps)
- I don't know.
I could have grabbed for him,
but my side kind of hurts.
- Where?
- No, no lower.
No lower.
Lower.
Right there.
Yeah.
Owe.
- That's what you get
for faking an injury.
- Okay, okay geeze.
- Look, will you two
stop fooling around.
Zoetrope is gone.
And so are the
Nullifier components.
- I saved your life
just now Josh Kirby.
My debt to you have been repaid.
- Yeah.
You know I don't get it.
I thought Prism was on our side.
- Yeah was on our side.
But somehow Zoetrope
must have turned him.
This is terrible.
What's worse there's
no way of telling which
time period they've fled too.
- Excuse me.
- What?
- I think I know
where we need to go.
(computer beeps)
Yeah, yeah I did this right.
Didn't I?
- Brace yourselves.
Prepare for the storm.
(explosion)
(yells)
- [Announcer] On
the next chapter of
Josh Kirby, Time Warrior.
(yelling)
- Look my name's Josh,
and I'm afraid I'm lost.
- Don't be afraid, Josh.
(growls)
- [Josh] This place
is really weird.
- [Doll] No it's not, you silly.
It's toy world.
(cheering)
- I have tried every trick
in the time travel book
to locate Josh.
- I've got to get
back to the time pod.
- There is an off chance
that Zoetrope's slightly
superior intellect may
enhance his ability
to pinpoint Josh's location.
- [Zoetrope] I'm
here for one reason,
and one reason only.
- What is it?
- It's a piece of the Nullifier.
- [Zoetrope] The
component, Josh.
Now.
- Alright.
New game everyone.
Keep this glass bulb away
from the big scary guy,
what do you say?
(laughing and clamoring)
(laughter)
- This is getting really good.
- [Zoetrope] Come
back here, Joshua.
- Josh and I are going
into Nightmare Forest.
- Nightmare Forest?
- Nightmare Forest?
Isn't there some way
we could talk this out?
- [Zoetrope] It's true,
he is a time warrior.
- Whoa.
I'm some kind of warrior.
Call me Time Lord.
- Wait a minute.
- [Josh] Unless you
toys are with me.
The universe is
doomed for destruction
at the hands of this mad man.
(dramatic music)
There's some way out of here.
- Well I say we
take care of that
big bully once and for all.
(boing)
(smack)
(yelling)
(squelch)
(squish)
(laughter)
(dramatic music)
(whimsical music)
(MultiCom Jingle)
(explosions)
(alarm clock rings)
(dramatic music)
- [Josh] My name is Josh Kirby.
I was just your
average ninth grader,
my biggest problem was
getting good grades.
And my idea of excitement
was racing my bicycle.
(bell rings)
Yes!
I never thought time
would catch up with me.
I couldn't even imagine
that hundreds of years from now,
many kind would
invent the Nullifier.
A device capable of controlling,
or destroying the universe.
- [Zoetrope] Prepare
for the storm.
- [Josh] A scientist
name Erwin 1138
tried to disassemble
and hide the Nullifier.
Even he he couldn't stop,
- [Irwin] Dr Zoetrope?
- [Zoetrope] Give
me the Nullifier.
- [Irwin] You're
too late, Zoetrope.
- [Zoetrope] It's
never too late for me.
- [Josh] Irwin and Zoetrope
have been chasing each
other across the time stream,
trying to be the first to
find the Nullifier's pieces.
This time, they
will land in 1995.
The place?
My front yard.
Now, I'm going along for
the ride of all time.
What's going on?
Where are we?
- [Irwin] I hope you're
prepared to do battle young man.
This will be a war through time,
and Dr Zoetrope will
take no prisoners.
(dramatic music)
- [Josh] We've got
help from a warrior.
- My name is Azabeth Siege.
- Oh, she's amazing.
And a magical creature called
Prism to show us the way.
Together, we're on a
quest through time.
Visiting different worlds
to fight for the
Nullifier's pieces.
- [Zoetrope] I'm obviously
in the right place.
And the right time.
- [Josh] Because if Zoetrope
ever assembles the Nullifier,
he'll conquer time it's self.
I've got to try and
save the universe.
(dramatic music)
I was just a 14 year old kid
before my adventure began.
But now, I'm Josh
Kirby, Time Warrior.
- [Announcer] On the last
chapter of Josh Kirby,
Time Warrior.
(yelling)
- Look mister, I've
got to get out of here.
- Such petty concerns.
I've got to catch Zoetrope
before it's too late.
Location is, England.
1205 AD.
You think they mean us harm?
- I'd say that's pretty
much an affirmative.
- It's a dinosaur.
- I think it thinks we're lunch.
- We must rescue them.
- Who are you guys?
- I might ask you
the same question.
(smack)
- Azabeth.
- No, we must run now
boy, or we are lost too.
- Take her.
- New comers, Lord?
- Yes, three of them.
I have one imprisoned in
the dungeon right now.
- We got to organize
another rescue pronto.
- Rescue?
Out of the question.
- I know where there's
another dragon.
- [Josh] Another
dragon, are you serious?
- It followed you, Josh.
- [Josh] Maybe now you'll
consider my other idea.
- We should launch an
assault against the castle
and my brother with the
aide of this creature?
- We could take 'em.
I know we could.
- Are you with me in a
push against the castle?
(crowd clamors agreement)
(dramatic music)
- Guards!
Guards!
Court yard, you idiots.
(dramatic music)
(sword clanks)
- Return her to the dungeon.
(struggling)
Wake the royal executioner.
She dies on the chopping
block in the morning.
- [Guard] Why not feed her
to the royal dragon, sire?
- What?
And deny myself the
trophy of her head?
You see, this is
why I'm a Barron,
and you're an idiot.
Besides, come tomorrow
the royal dragon can fest
on all the peasant
villager he likes.
After her execution,
we sack the village.
No more Mr Nice Knight.
(grunting)
(door clangs shut)
- Try the left.
(laughter)
And try the right.
(metal groans)
Excellent.
Time pod in full working order.
- Great.
Now I'll see you later.
I got to talk to
William about something.
- Oh, alright.
(singing to self)
(sighs)
(light music)
- Sire, it's me, Josh.
(door squeaks open)
- Sire now, is it?
I'm glad you've
come, Josh Kirby.
I want to tank you.
- For what?
- Modest as well as brave, eh?
I think you know what for.
I was practically a broken
man before you came.
You've given us all new hope,
- Well actually I came
here to ask you a favor.
- Anything in my power, lad.
- I need a sword for tomorrow.
And a few lessons.
- Tomorrows battle
is not yours, Josh.
We can not ask you
to fight it for us.
- Yeah but I want too.
Our friend is still your
brother's prisoner, remember?
(sorrowful music)
- Alright.
- It's yours.
- And now yours.
Take it.
(uplifting music)
Feels good, doesn't it?
- Yeah, real D&D.
- What?
- D&D.
Dungeons and Dragons?
- Dungeons, dragons?
- Skip it.
- That sword was forged in
the time of the Vikings,
and handed down in my
family for generations.
From eldest son to eldest son.
Henry hated my father
for giving it to me.
The Norsemen gave their
weapons names in those days.
You're holding Salvation
of the Realm in your hands.
Appropriate, wouldn't you say?
Now.
Come at me with your blade.
Oh my.
Again.
The other way.
(upbeat music)
Oh dear.
And again.
Oh, are you sure you've never
used a broad sword before?
You seem to have a flare
for this, Josh Kirby.
Yes, quite a flare.
Very interesting maneuver, that.
(solemn music)
- Feels good.
Familiar somehow.
Like I've done this before.
- In another life perhaps.
Just a word of caution.
You have a stomach
for the site of blood?
- Blood?
- I thought not.
Many's the knight
who's been unmanned
after drawing the
blood of his enemy.
Some even give up
their breakfasts,
if you take my meaning.
So, if you don't have
the stomach for carnage,
strike to dull the senses.
A blow to the skull with
the flat of your blade
is enough to take any
man out of the fray.
- I got it.
- Troops assembled to go over
the plan of attack, sire.
- Good.
I've drawn a map of
the castle for us.
(roaring)
- Who's there?
- Shh, quite.
You'll wake the jailer.
(door creaks)
Are you quite alright?
- How do I look?
What do you want?
- I just came to see
if they hurt you.
- I am fine.
No thanks to you.
Oh, but you can go now.
You've done your good
turn for the day.
- Oh, I'm sorry Azabeth.
But I can do no more.
- Yes you can.
- What?
- Help me.
Free me.
- Free you?
Are you mad?
Henry would have
my head on a pike.
- And he's to have
mine in the morning.
(sorrowful music)
- I knew not of this.
- You are a slave, you know.
As much as slave as I
ever was on my own world.
- What is this, your own world?
- Never mind.
- Ha, how am I a slave?
I come as I please.
I go as I please.
I own many beautiful things.
- And you are a beautiful thing,
own yourself.
Jennifer, don't you see?
You belong to Lord Henry,
and all you own
belongs to Lord Henry.
You mean no more to him
than one of his horses.
You are his kept toy
and nothing more.
And the pity of it
is, you have a choice.
There's a saying
where I come from.
The worse prisons are the
ones we make for ourselves.
- Yes.
Another of your Codes of Kong.
- Kang, Codes of Kang.
The 16th to be exact.
- Yes well, I can not free you.
That would be suicide for me.
But I can do this much.
I will get a message
to your friends
in the village this evening.
And tell them that
you're to die tomorrow,
and they must come.
Oh yes, I must do
this on my own though.
I can not trust anybody here.
- Thank you.
But I must ask one last favor.
- What?
- My weapons, I need them.
Can you bring them to me?
- Well not tonight.
I will think of something, yes.
I must go now if I'm to
reach your friends in time.
Good night, Azabeth.
(door creaks)
- Good night.
- Henry's dragon guards
the castle's right flank.
And the castle's
other battlements
have guards a plenty.
- How do we get in then?
- A secret way, blacksmith.
A way known only to myself.
And now to the rest of you.
Travel east along the
Moors of Blackwater,
till you reach the sheer
rock face of Killbourn cliff.
There you will find a
passageway covered by brush.
This leads to a secret entrance
inside the castle's stables.
Once inside make your way to
the castle's main entrance,
and throw open the gates.
Gwen, you and the
rest will wait with me
outside the of castle
in Shepard's Field.
- We'll be ready.
- We advance on
Theodore's signal.
- How wide is this
passage, sire?
Big enough for Theodore, I hope.
(laughter)
- Yes it's big enough
round for Theodore.
Now listen lads,
once inside the castle I
will ride against my brother
and his dragon atop
our own great beast.
I was always the victor in
the joust against Henry.
And I ought to be able to
make quick work of him.
That's the plan, lads.
We march at dawn.
To tomorrow.
And victory.
(uplifting music)
- [All] To victory!
(fast paced music)
(laughing and jeering)
- Hello Jennifer.
- Hello Jack.
- How you've been?
- Well, thank you.
- Can't a man get any rest?
Who's this?
- I being a message
from Azabeth Siege.
- I know no Azabeth Siege.
- We do.
She's our friend.
She's the one your brother
captured this morning.
So what's the message?
How is she?
Where is she?
- She's being held in
Lord Henry's dungeon.
- Is she alright?
- For the moment.
Henry has ordered her
execution at dawn.
- Oh.
- She asked for her
weapons, and your help.
- And who might you be?
- I am the lady.
I am Jennifer.
I am Henry of
Dearborn's concubine.
- Well, Henry's concubine.
You've taken a great
risk coming here.
We could hold you
for ransom you know.
- I'm none too
valuable to the Barron,
as I have only recently
come to realize.
I'm afraid I would net
you precious little.
(sorrowful music)
- Jennifer?
Here.
It's Azabeth's silver piece.
Just tell her we'll be there,
and tell her not to worry.
- You must be Josh.
I'll tell her.
- Jennifer, could I inquire?
Is the Barron's alchemist
a tall, dark, brooding man,
with a little, creature that
follows him wherever he goes?
- Yes, the royal alchemist
Zoetrope is such a man.
Why do you ask?
- Oh no particular reason,
we just have an old score
to settle, that's all.
Thank you for the information.
- Be on guard, all.
Henry plans to march
on your village
after the execution at dawn.
He and his men will be
armed and ready for battle
well before sun up.
- Thank you, Jennifer.
See that she has safe
passage back to the castle.
- I wish not for
your thanks, sire.
For I will do what
I can on the morrow.
I have much to atone for.
Perhaps when all this is over.
- You'll be welcome.
- Good luck.
(roaring)
(dramatic music)
- It looks a bit
narrow in there.
Perhaps I'd best
go with the others.
- Get going, Theodore.
You're holding up the party.
(dramatic music)
- It is time,
my child.
(sorrowful music)
(heavy sigh)
(dramatic music)
- Is that meant for us?
- There, the Lady Jennifer.
- Let's not keep the
lady waiting, gents.
- Well you won't get
me on that thing.
Alright, you go ahead
and I'll see you inside.
- Alright, be careful.
(dramatic music)
(drum in background)
(people chatting and
whispering in background)
- Come on, get up.
Get up.
They want us in the square.
(chickens clucking)
(dramatic music)
- Have you anything to say
before you meet your maker?
Careful how you
answer, Azabeth Siege.
It's not too late to
show me the gratitude you
denied me last night.
(people whispering
in background)
(dramatic music)
- You're just a glutton
for gratitude, aren't you?
- Let the execution begin.
(dramatic music)
- Yes, that's it Josh.
- Thank you, Jennifer.
Oh no, that's Azabeth.
- Suite yourself.
- Lend me your sling shot.
- What?
(people whispering
in background)
- Don't move.
(dramatic music)
(screams)
- Oh Azabeth.
(uplifting music)
(dramatic music)
(screams)
(dramatic music)
- Attack!
(yelling)
(swords clang)
(dramatic music)
- Attack!
- Attack, attack!
- Attack!
(clamoring and yelling)
Attack!
(swords clang and clash)
(punches landing)
(fighters yelling)
(punches landing)
(swords clang and clash)
(yelling fiercely)
(punches landing)
(horse neighs)
(yelling savagely)
- What took you so long?
- Oh you're very welcome.
- Seriously, thank
you for the rescue.
It seems once again
I'm in your debt.
- And you can't leave my
side until it's repaid.
The old 12th code
of Kangaroonie.
- Don't rub it in.
(yells viciously)
(dragons roar)
(dramatic music)
(swords clanging in background)
(roars)
(dramatic music)
(dragons roar)
(smacks)
- What will you fight
with now, brother?
- Bare skin if it comes to that.
Brother.
(growls)
(smacks)
(roars in pain)
(roars in pain)
(sorrowful music)
- Damn.
(swords clanging in background)
- What is that?
(yelling out fiercely)
- Josh Kirby.
(giggles)
(poof)
(chirping)
(poof)
- Fight on brothers.
The day's almost ours.
(swords clanging)
- It was you Lady, wasn't it
who dropped the rope
ladder down to the enemy?
- No you're mistaken.
Stop, I--
(dramatic music)
(soft music)
Jack?
(dramatic music)
(yelling and clashing)
(laser shot)
(laser shot)
(dramatic music)
- Azabeth Siege, you're alive.
I'm so pleased.
- Where have you been?
- Have you seen Dr Zoetrope?
Now, we understand that
he's the Barron's alchemist.
And he has little Prism
under some kind of spell.
(poof)
(trills)
Prism.
Well this is getting to
be some kind of reunion.
What's that you have
there, my little friend?
(chirping and trilling)
Oh, well done Prism.
Now what about the
Nullifier component
that was sent into this time?
Is it near?
(squeaks)
(dramatic music)
(chickens clucking)
- Excuse me.
I think those are
mine, baby brother.
- Then take them back.
Just try.
(dramatic music)
(sword swooshes)
(swords clang)
(dramatic music)
- Congestion brother?
(smacks)
- Now you've made me angry.
(yells savagely)
(dramatic music)
- I will make quick work
of you, tub of lard.
(sobs)
(dramatic music)
(grunting)
(smacks)
- Lay down your
weapon, good knight.
Or else it's good night.
(chuckles)
- Well that about
wraps it up then.
- All in a days work.
- Where's William?
- [Both] Don't know.
(dramatic music)
(swords clash)
(dramatic music)
(intense music)
(sword swooshes)
(smacks)
(grunting)
(crowd clamors in fear)
- Sire!
(dramatic music)
- That's mine.
- Father's sword
was the one thing
you could never
take from me, Henry.
- You were always his favorite.
- He tried to love you,
but your jealousy
and your hatred
always blinded you to that.
(sorrowful music)
(yells out)
(screams then thud)
(sorrowful music)
(sputtering)
- Hail William!
- [Crowd] Hail William!
(cheering)
- Hail William!
(cheering)
(uplifting music)
(dramatic music)
- Hail William!
(laughter)
- Hail William!
- Hail William!
(dramatic music)
(cheering)
(regal music)
(cheering and applause)
- [Crowd] Hail William!
- Father?
Father, is William going
to give us a baby dragon?
You said he might.
- We'll see, Jamie.
Dragons eat a lot, you know.
- I'll grow a garden
just to feed it.
- As reward for helping
us win this day,
I hereby make my
first official decree.
One of our dragon's off
spring shall go to Jamie
and the Blacksmith.
(laughter)
My friends,
please kneel.
In the absence of his
Royal Majesty the King,
and by the power invested in
me as Barron of this region,
for your part in helping
us to victory this day,
I knight each of you.
Thank you,
Josh Kirby.
Irwin 1137.
- Eight, sire.
- 11378.
And Azabeth Siege.
We will forever be in your debt.
(cheering and applause)
(uplifting music)
- Where's Prism?
- [Prism] (muttering)
- Oh stop playing games, Prism.
We still have the
Nullifier to find.
- No wait, I get it.
- Get what?
I mean Prism is
hungry, that's all.
I'll bet Zoetrope hasn't fed
his a single morsel of food
then entire time he's
kept him prisoner.
- No.
He's not hungry.
He's trying to tell
us that the dinosaur
ate the Nullifier component.
- [Prism] (chirping)
- Isn't that it, Prism?
- (Squeaks)
- My friends, may I
speak with you privately
for a moment?
Let's be frank with one another.
I don't know where
you come from,
and I don't think
that I wish to know.
I fear it might be
harmful somehow.
But know that I am grateful
for your intervention.
However it was
arranged by providence.
God speed and protect
you in your travels.
In your food
storage compartment?
Farewell Josh Kirby.
- My lord.
- Bye Josh.
- Bye lad.
- So,
how do we get the component
back without major surgery?
- Well I want you to
find me the largest
mixing bowl in the
entire village.
And prune juice.
Lots and lots of prune juice.
- Ugh, what is that?
- Well let's just
call it dino laxative.
- [Prism] (trilling)
- That's right dinosaur,
drink it all up.
(slurping and chomping)
- Sure gave that triceratops
a bad case of
indigestion, Irwin.
- She'll be fine.
I don't know where
Dr Zoetrope could be,
but I strongly suggest
we vacate this area
as quickly as possible.
- Yeah.
(laser fires, people screaming)
- [Irwin] Get the
platform, quickly.
(lasers fire)
(dramatic music)
- You're no match
for me, Josh Kirby.
Put that weapon down before
I'm forced to hurt you.
(laser fires)
(suspenseful music)
- Oh no.
(yelling)
- [Josh] Holy moly.
- [Irwin] What on earth is that.
(screaming)
- [Prism] (cooing)
(suspenseful music)
- Hey.
- Keep off.
Oh give me a break.
You were the one
who was all over me.
- You really don't expect
me to believe that, do you?
- (Trilling)
- What's going on?
Picked the wrong time
to loose my helmet.
That's the second time I've
been knocked out today.
Hey, get a load of Prism.
There must be a Nullifier
component near by.
Where's my power staff?
- That giant alien
must have taken it
while we were out cold.
- My weapons are gone as well.
- What was that thing?
I thought we were
still on earth.
- We are still on earth, Josh.
But the earth of the far future.
I can only deduce that by
the time the year 70,379
rolls by, my current's been
defeated by these alien giants.
That,
or these mutant
behemoths are our
distant evolutionary
descendants.
Either way we're in
rather big trouble.
- (Groaning)
- Oh no.
(moaning)
- [Azabeth] They're
enormous, Josh Kirby.
They're coming this way.
(yelling)
(suspenseful music)
- He's a kid.
The one who found
us, he's a kid.
And those are his parents.
- [Irwin] Oh.
(moaning)
- Oh no.
The second most intelligent
man of the 25th century,
reduced to the status
of a human pet.
- Oh no.
They're leaving him all alone.
Remain calm.
We have to remain calm.
- [Irwin] What's he doing?
- [Josh] This is not good.
- [Irwin] Put us down
you (mumbles) child.
- [Josh] Come on.
(yelling)
Irwin look!
- I wish he wouldn't
squeeze so hard.
- Incredible.
The child has a collection
of time displaced humans.
They must be the flotsam
and jetsam left in the wake
of Zoetrope manic time trek.
Poor souls randomly plucked
from their own worlds,
and catapulted through
the time stream to this
god forsaken place.
- Put how can people
from other times be here?
I thought you said time travel
was impossible
for living things.
- Man made time travel.
These people have been brought
here by nature it's self.
A nature which has been
interfered with by Dr Zoetrope.
(humming and mumbling)
- Forcing us to fight
for his amusement.
Just like back home.
- [Giant] (giggling)
- Wait a sec, these guys are
stuck here just like we are.
We have no reason to fight.
(gun shots)
(yelling)
- How about to avoid being
splattered against something.
- Oh, yeah that's a
pretty good reason.
(moans)
(gun shots in background)
- Viva la France!
(dramatic music)
- (Chirps)
- Enguard.
(fast paced music)
(weapons clash)
- She's amazing.
(gun shot in background)
- (Chirping)
- Oh, take it, Prism.
(gun shots)
- (Speaking giant language)
- Leave us alone,
you overgrown infant.
- He wants us to
fight each other.
- [Azabeth] (yells
in background)
- I won't hear of it.
- Well we've got
to do something,
otherwise we'll end
up as wall paper.
Why don't you blast him
with your power staff.
(whines)
- [Giant] (chuckles)
- I'm afraid my power staff is
a rather delicate instrument
which has been damaged
by the jostling of these
fleshy headed mutants.
- In other words we're up
a creek without a paddle.
(dramatic music)
(gun shots)
(weapons clangs and clash)
I've got an idea.
- What?
- Follow my lead.
- What in heaven's
name are you doing?
- What they don't have kung
fu movies int he 25th century?
- Oh I see, we are gonna
fake an intimate knowledge
of the marshal arts, ha ha!
Oh , sorry.
- (Whining)
(dramatic music)
(gun shots)
- Oh you Shea Ling
pragmatic style is good,
but still I must destroy you.
- Oh no.
No, my quantum particle
acceleration style
is more than a match
for the likes of you.
(dramatic music)
(weapons clang)
(guns click empty)
- You two can stop your
ridiculous gyrations, I've won.
(dramatic music)
- (Giggles and cheers)
- I owe you my life.
In solemn accordance with
the 12th code of Kang,
I pledge not to leave your
side until this debt is repaid.
- You don't have too.
Oh, yeah, the 12th code.
My dad always told me you
got to play by the rules.
(giggling)
- This is a fine weapon.
Much like the shriek
of the draconian guard.
You must teach me
to use it someday.
- Sure.
It's a date.
(yelling)
- [Josh] Oh no,
put us back down.
- [Azabeth] Put us
down you (mumbles).
(dramatic music)
- Stay back Josh Kirby,
I'll finish off this pathetic
excuse for a warrior.
- No.
There's no reason for
us to fight anymore.
Are you okay?
Look, I'm sorry about the
bump on the head D'Artagnan.
Here.
- (Speaks French)
- Oh, y'all speak English?
Woo wee!
Gave up hoping I'd meet
anyone in this crazy town
which savvy my lingo.
Names Willie Pooch, out
of Dry Gulch, Kansas.
What's your handle half pint?
- Josh, Josh Kirby.
- Well howdy.
- These are my
friends, Irwin 1138.
- Howdy.
- Howdy, howdy.
- Azabeth Siege.
- Oh, mama.
- And this down here is Prism.
- Oh cute little coyote.
Puts me in mind of that
time I was pond for turmoil
out by Sassafras Creek.
Creature just like
him sprung upon me
from out of the dim night
and my heart nearly stopped.
Before I realized it
was just Midget McCarthy
back from panning for gold.
He'd been up in
the hills so long
his whiskers had grown
clean down to his toes.
- I thought he said
he spoke English?
- If you gentlemen
are quite finished
telling these tall tales,
I suggest we move on to
the more pressing matter
of planning our escape.
- Woo wee, you
speak English too.
How come you never said nothing?
- Well in your case
I prefer to let my
pistol do the talking.
- Not a very friendly
fellow, are you?
- Friendship is not the issue.
We all share the
same predicament.
We were all struck
by lightening,
and somehow transported
into the clutches
of this over fed, kent,
Unt we must escape.
- You sure talk
mighty funny, bud.
Where you from anyhow?
- Heidelberg.
- Oh, Heidelberg?
Is that south of the border?
- Nein, dummkoff.
(all speaking at once)
- Alright now listen up.
I don't care what
language you speak,
but we all have to shut
up and work together
so we can get out of this mess.
- Perhaps I can be
of some assistance.
(speaking French)
(uplifting music)
(all talking at once)
- What was that all about?
Are they just mad
because she's a girl
and she can fight
better than they can.
- Beats me.
I gave up trying to understand
human behavior years ago.
That's why I'm a physicists.
(staff whirs)
(soft music)
- What's wrong, Azabeth?
- Nothing.
Nothing is wrong, this
is how it always is.
- What do you mean?
- Where I come from
all of my people
are traded as property.
We are forced to fight
each other in arenas of war
just because we are different.
- Different, I don't get it.
- Don't try and tell
me you haven't noticed.
- Noticed what?
- This.
And this.
I'm not like you and
those others Josh Kirby.
I'm only half human.
Pure humans think me and
my people are freaks.
Twisted, weird.
- Look, some people
think I'm weird too.
- Really?
- Sure.
But that's their problem.
I admit I used to
worry about this a lot.
Especially Mrs Manabalm's
social studies class.
You see there was
this girl, Beth.
Every time I tried to
make eye contact with her,
she'd turn and look at me like
I was some sort of disease.
She was friendly to everybody.
Except yours truly.
Man she was beautiful.
(school bell rings)
And believe me, girls
weren't my only problem.
A couple of guys on
the junior varsity team
thought they owned the place.
- Don't you know who I am?
- Duke.
- Duke Dunkington.
Quarterback of
the football team.
- Captain of the wrestling team.
Anchor of the track team, and
God's gift to Green Oaks High.
- If I tell you, do
my homework geek,
- Maggot.
- Worm.
- You do my homework.
- [Josh] I think high
school isn't so much a place
for learning, as it is for
maybe an organized attempt
to make each and every
student feel like a worm.
(school bell rings)
It gets to me some days.
It gets to me a lot.
(whimsical music)
But the truth is,
it doesn't matter.
The only thing that matters
is what I think of myself.
If I'm happy with me,
I don't have to go out and
buy some special sneakers,
or listen to the
most popular music,
or live in some big fancy house
just to make people
think I'm cool.
- For one so young you posses
a great wisdom, Josh Kirby.
Here.
Here take this.
To protect yourself in case
something happens to me.
- Thanks.
(clears throat)
- Excuse me, Josh.
These gentlemen would like to
apologies to Azabeth Siege.
Monsieur Don Joure thought
you were a hellish sorceress
conjured up by his arch enemy.
Cardinal Arigleou.
- Oh yeah, sweet cakes,
I thought you were was some
kind of Siamese witch woman
out to put the hoo ju on me.
It was all just a
misunderstanding.
Give us a second
chance, what do you say?
- Could we please put
an end to this love fest
und get back to
the matter at hand.
Macht schnell!
- Yelling won't help matters.
But perhaps this will.
Excuse me.
(dramatic music)
- A cane?
And what do you
suggest we do, old man?
Limp our way out?
- My power staff may require
a little re-calibrating
from time to time.
Once that's done.
- These magic tricks may
impress these creatures,
but I am a man of the world.
- Oh.
(staff beeping)
(glass shatters)
Any more comments,
man of the world?
- Nien.
- You're all welcome to
join us, if you wish.
(speaking French)
(dramatic music)
- Well wait for me.
(glass clinking)
Where to, partners?
- Don't worry.
He's got it all figured out.
He's the second most brilliant
man of the 25th century.
- Josh, I have a
confession to make.
I acted rather prematurely
in order to shut up
that loud mouth German.
In fact, I've no idea
what our next move is.
- We've got to
find the time pod.
- But how?
We could be thousands of mils
away from where we landed.
Could take us years to find
that giant kids foot print.
- Now listen to me Irwin 1138,
I was a kid once myself.
I know how they think.
No kid, not even a
giant mutant kid,
could take a collection
of action figures home
and leave their super cool
scale model vehicle behind.
- Look, up there.
It's my beloved Brunhilde.
- Yes!
- Where?
Where is this Brunhilde?
I don't see no girlie up there.
Brunhilde is mine
plane, you idiot.
- But plane or fancy I
still don't see no girlie.
- But how are we going to
get up to the time pod?
It's a sheer cliff,
50 feet high.
- I have an idea.
Follow me.
We'll use this to make a rope.
- Monsieur Don Joure.
- Oh it's disgusting.
It's a kids underwear.
Alright, lets help
her out D'Artagnan.
- You know.
Oh, sorry Pierre.
I was champion cow
roper of Wabash County
three years running.
I'll knot those suckers up.
- Oh you sure
about this Azabeth?
- I scaled a 1000 foot wall
in Gouldren Fortress of Quan
when I was seven.
I think I know what I'm doing.
- I'm sorry.
(fabric ripping)
- My Brunhilde is the
finest fighter plane
on the entire western front.
(fabric tearing)
- You must be very proud.
(snoring)
(dramatic music)
(ripping)
(loud snoring)
- There you go, darlin'.
- Now are you certain that these
knots will hold our weight?
- Sweet cakes this baby
is strong enough to hog
tie a herd of wild
buffalo, ugh-huh.
- (Chirps)
(yelling)
- Well done, Prism.
- Thanks Prism.
- Woo wee!
(intense music)
(rope thuds to floor)
- Last one up is a
desert cockroach from the
barren planets of Rinmar seven.
- You got a head
start, sweet cakes.
(intense music)
- Be careful Josh Kirby,
and remember number 14
of the 21 codes of Kang.
- Yeah, what's that.
- [Azabeth] Never look down.
- Alright, come on.
- This is dirty infantry work.
I should be flying above it all.
But I will do anything to get
back to my beloved Brunhilde.
- You certainly have an
interesting relationship
with your plane.
- Woo wee, I ain't
see this much rope
since Judge Parker strung up
all 12 of the Algebers at once.
(speaking French)
- Oh you said it, Lucky Pierre.
Don't know what you
said, but you did say it.
(pane groaning)
- Did you feel that?
- What?
- The rope.
It slipped.
(grunting and straining)
Quick, Josh Kirby
stop the plane.
(clamoring)
it's slipping.
Hold on Josh Kirby.
- [Cowboy] Hurry up now.
(dramatic music)
(yelling)
- Well done.
(breathing heavy)
- My compliments.
You all deserve the Iron
Cross for saving Brunhilde.
(speaking German)
- Oh that Heidelberg dude is
not playing with a full deck.
- Oh cool.
- What's that?
- This is a mountain bike.
It's excellent.
I had a bike at home,
but nothing like this.
All my dad could afford
was a rusty old one speed.
Oh man, I hope he's
not worried about me.
You know I can just
imagine him coming home
the night I took off
on this crazy mission.
It probably seemed like
any other night, really.
He would have been bushed
from another hard
day at the plant.
- Josh.
- [Josh] My dad is always
worried about my future.
How was I gonna do on the SATs?
Are college costs going up
faster than his credit line?
Or was I gonna totally flake out
and decide not to go
to college at all?
- Josh, I'm home.
(suspenseful music)
For crying out loud Josh,
do you know what time it is?
- He never used to let
me do anything dangerous.
Anything physical
at all, really.
He was afraid I
would hurt myself
and ruin my chances to
go to Harvard and Yale.
If I pass this AP test,
well they're having tryouts
after school next week
for the football team.
Yeah, I'm pretty
fast and I know--
- Team sports cut too
deep into homework time
- But dad.
- Besides, you don't want
to hang out with those guys.
They're all dumb jocks.
One out of a 1000 will
land a $1 million contract
the rest will end up with
me down at the plant.
Or worse, getting grease
stains from french fries
down at burger world.
You just stick to the books.
You'll earn a big scholarship
and then we won't have
to worry about how
were gonna have to pay your
tuition to Harvard and Yale.
- Dad I cant' go to
Harvard and Yale.
- First time for
everything, son.
- Every morning on
my way to school
I would ride my
bike like a maniac.
(fast paced music)
For a kid riding a
bike is like flying.
Sometimes I pretend
I'm flying an F16.
Or driving an Indy car.
Or doing a motor cross.
Spokes spinning, the
wind in your hair,
the leaves in your face.
There are few things more
fun than riding a bike.
Sorry.
(fast paced music)
It was my one real
chance for adventure.
After all my dad couldn't
keep me from going to school.
- Will you show me how it works?
- Yeah, sure.
(speaking German)
- Y'alls don't get out
much, do ya Heidelberg?
(speaking German)
(suspenseful music)
- What's the trouble?
- The storm which
brought me here
seems to have injured Brunhilde.
- You mean the
engine isn't working?
- I mean the engine is dead.
- Hey, is that a parachute?
Oh how do you work this thing?
- Why do you ask such
stupid questions?
You count to three,
and you pull the cord.
(speaking German)
- Hey, this is what they
use to go sky diving with.
- What's sky diving?
Is it anything
like riding a bike?
- Don't you idiots
understand what this means?
Without mine plane
I am stuck up here.
- Join the club, Heidi.
- Hey maybe you'll just have
to leave your plane here
and come with the rest of us.
- Josh, it's not
as simple as that.
My time pod wasn't designed
to transport this many people
through the fourth dimension.
And even if it was, where
would we transport them too?
Their native temporal zones
must be just as
screwed up as yours.
- We can't just leave 'em here.
(giant groans)
(dramatic music)
- He seems upset.
- I set my buetocks he's
angrier than a pole cat
in a hornets nest.
And we are as doomed as a
tender foot in Tomb Stone.
- We can not give up now.
The battle is not lost if the
warrior still has the courage
to fight on, that's
clearly stated
in the third code of Kang.
- Viva la Kang.
- Yeah, you said it Azabeth.
And it sure ain't over yet.
- Josh what are you doing?
- I'm gonna get his attention.
Divert him away from you guys.
- What are we
supposed to do then?
- You'll think of something.
(giant muttering)
(dramatic music)
- What are you doing old man?
- Josh put himself
into danger in order
to buy us some more time.
We must make full use of it.
Now if I can locate the
appropriate circuitry,
I can perform what you 20th
century primitives call
a jump start.
- Come on.
- Be careful Josh Kirby!
- Yee ha!
- Come on, you big bully.
Catch me if you can.
(mumbling and groaning)
(dramatic music)
- Over here shorty.
(crying)
- (Speaking giant)
(crying)
- Oh thank god.
- [Zoetrope] Joshua.
Over here, help me Joshua.
(dramatic music)
- Dr Zoetrope?
- [Zoetrope] Josh
you must free me
so that I can save the universe.
- What do you think I am?
An idiot?
You want to destroy
the universe.
Everything that ever did exist,
does exist or will exist.
I saw what you did to my
time just by showing up.
And you've already found a
second Nullifier component.
- Listen to me boy.
There are forces at work here
which you cannot understand.
Help me out of my
unfortunate predicament,
and I will give you power
you have never dreamed of.
- What good is power if you
don't have your friends?
Or your family, or your home?
No, I'll never help you.
- Then you've sealed your
own doom, Josh Kirby.
(squishing)
- Oh yuck.
I'll help you out of this mess,
but only so Irwin
1138 can take you back
to the 25th century nut
house, where you belong.
- Only a little fool could be
taken in by that
jealous old man.
- Sticks and stones
may break my bones,
but words can never hurt me.
- How about giant mutant
spiders of 70,000 AD?
- Don't try that trick on me.
Maybe I'll quite this
nice guy routine,
and leave you stuck
in this web until
your friend spider
really does come back.
(dramatic music)
(growling)
(laser blast)
- We must hurry.
The kid could return
at any moment.
- Hey Irwin, you think
he'll be okay up here?
- Yes his time armor will
protect him from the rigors
of chronoal displacement.
Besides he's too big to
go into the time pod.
And I can't figure out
how to get him out of
that blasted thing.
- [Zoetrope] I'm still
smarter than you Irwin.
Nothing you can do
can change that.
- Oh.
(beeping)
- Well have you
made up your minds?
- Yeah.
We took a vote and
it was unanimous.
Even my Nordic ancestor Guntag
Muntag over here agreed.
After he regained his senses.
- Yeah.
- That was my idea.
Democracy in action.
- Stupidity in action would
be closer to the truth.
None the less your jump
start seems to have given
Brunhilde an endless
power supply.
So it shouldn't be
that dangerous for us.
After all we could live for
a year off the table scraps
from one of these creatures
between meal snacks.
We will explore far and wide.
Seeking for others,
others such as ourselves.
Perhaps I will even
find Heidelberg again.
There is, however, one problem.
Brunhilde simply cannot
carry more than four persons.
And that's stripped bare
and with this cow poker
strapped to the wing.
- Now that sounds
right fun, Heidi.
What part is the wing?
- Josh if your own
theory is correct.
Once we've traced Dr
Zoetrope steps back through
time to the 25th century,
Azabeth Siege will be
blinked back to her own time
where ever that is, and
you'll never see her again.
- Well at least
we'll get a chance
to hang out with each other.
- Well put.
- Yeah, thanks.
- Listen Azabeth,
if you want to come
with Irwin and me,
it's no trouble, really.
I mean I think it would
be great if you came.
But it's all up to you.
- Of course I'm coming with you.
Josh Kirby how many
times must I tell you,
in solemn accordance with
the 12th code of Kang,
I must remain by your side
until I have saved your life.
In return for you saving mine.
- What if you never get
the chance to save my life?
- Then we must spend the
rest of our days together.
- Well.
Yeah, I can live with that.
All aboard, all aboard.
- Schnell.
- Azabeth is coming with us.
- Au Revoir, mes amis.
- Au Revoir.
- Nice knowing you, buckaroos.
Hope we cross paths
again sometime.
- Yeah.
- Well come along you two.
Time is one thing we
can't afford to waste.
(dramatic music)
- You think they'll make it?
- Well as long as they
don't strangle each other
they should be okay.
(plane propeller humming)
- Woo!
(plane whooshes by)
(crying)
(beeps and bops)
- Prepare for the storm.
(time pod humming)
(dramatic music)
(yells and cries)
(engines blast)
- Here you are young lady.
Now it's perfectly safe
for you to go out in time
periods other than your own.
Like our next stop, 1994.
That's where I'm from, you know.
- That'll be interesting to see.
- Well, it's not exactly
how it's supposed to be.
But we're gonna fix all that.
Right, Irwin 1138?
- Right.
Prism, don't touch that button.
(dramatic music)
Grab him, Josh.
- Prism stop!
(whoosh)
(beeps)
- I don't believe it.
Prism's gone wrong.
- It just goes to prove number
18 of the 21 codes of Kang.
Anything too cute
can't be trusted.
(dramatic music)
- Help, help.
(alarm blaring)
- Josh Kirby.
Hold on, Josh Kirby.
- Azabeth!
Come on, reach.
(alarm blares)
- Josh.
- Josh Kirby.
- You can do it.
(yelling)
Reach.
- Hold on.
- [Josh] Come on, come on.
- [Irwin] Well done, Azabeth.
- Josh Kirby, are you alright?
Are you hurt?
(chirps)
- I don't know.
I could have grabbed for him,
but my side kind of hurts.
- Where?
- No, no lower.
No lower.
Lower.
Right there.
Yeah.
Owe.
- That's what you get
for faking an injury.
- Okay, okay geeze.
- Look, will you two
stop fooling around.
Zoetrope is gone.
And so are the
Nullifier components.
- I saved your life
just now Josh Kirby.
My debt to you have been repaid.
- Yeah.
You know I don't get it.
I thought Prism was on our side.
- Yeah was on our side.
But somehow Zoetrope
must have turned him.
This is terrible.
What's worse there's
no way of telling which
time period they've fled too.
- Excuse me.
- What?
- I think I know
where we need to go.
(computer beeps)
Yeah, yeah I did this right.
Didn't I?
- Brace yourselves.
Prepare for the storm.
(explosion)
(yells)
- [Announcer] On
the next chapter of
Josh Kirby, Time Warrior.
(yelling)
- Look my name's Josh,
and I'm afraid I'm lost.
- Don't be afraid, Josh.
(growls)
- [Josh] This place
is really weird.
- [Doll] No it's not, you silly.
It's toy world.
(cheering)
- I have tried every trick
in the time travel book
to locate Josh.
- I've got to get
back to the time pod.
- There is an off chance
that Zoetrope's slightly
superior intellect may
enhance his ability
to pinpoint Josh's location.
- [Zoetrope] I'm
here for one reason,
and one reason only.
- What is it?
- It's a piece of the Nullifier.
- [Zoetrope] The
component, Josh.
Now.
- Alright.
New game everyone.
Keep this glass bulb away
from the big scary guy,
what do you say?
(laughing and clamoring)
(laughter)
- This is getting really good.
- [Zoetrope] Come
back here, Joshua.
- Josh and I are going
into Nightmare Forest.
- Nightmare Forest?
- Nightmare Forest?
Isn't there some way
we could talk this out?
- [Zoetrope] It's true,
he is a time warrior.
- Whoa.
I'm some kind of warrior.
Call me Time Lord.
- Wait a minute.
- [Josh] Unless you
toys are with me.
The universe is
doomed for destruction
at the hands of this mad man.
(dramatic music)
There's some way out of here.
- Well I say we
take care of that
big bully once and for all.
(boing)
(smack)
(yelling)
(squelch)
(squish)
(laughter)
(dramatic music)
(whimsical music)
(MultiCom Jingle)