Lucky (2019) - full transcript
Unlucky leprechaun Happy McSweeney is in for the adventure of a lifetime when he and his friends set out on a daring mission to retrieve the pot of gold that was stolen by the evil Houlihan...
[exciting music]
♪ ♪
narrator: There was once a
Leprechaun named McSweeney.
He always carried his lucky
pot of gold
until that one night
when things turned grim.
[wind howls]
He came face to face
with a dragon.
[roaring]
Suddenly, the dragon snatched
up his lucky pot of gold.
[roaring]
♪ ♪
In a blink of an eye,
the misfortune begun.
♪ ♪
The McSweeney luck was
completely undone.
♪ ♪
So it remains to this day
and there seems
no other way
even for Hap, McSweeney's
great great grandson.
♪ ♪
- [snoring]
Ow!
[upbeat music]
What time is it?
♪ ♪
8:30?
I'm late!
Ow!
- Sounds like Happy's up.
- Oh!
Ow!
- Sure'n he is.
- Of all the days--Whoa!
Ow!
Ooh.
- Top of the morning to you,
Hap.
- [cuckoo clock whistles]
- 7:30?
I'm not late after all.
Whew.
Today's the field trip
to Houlihan Tower.
I thought I missed it
'cause of our family's
stupid bad luck curse.
- Now son, you know what we say
in this family.
It's not bad luck.
It's McSweeney luck.
♪ ♪
- It's just a matter
of perspective, dear.
[dreary music]
- Looks like bad luck to me.
[sighs]
Life would be so much better
if we still had
our lucky pot of gold.
♪ ♪
- Not necessarily, Hap.
Take that clock, for example.
It stopped working last night
at 7:30.
But now that you
broke your head on it,
I don't need to fix it.
- You mean it really is 8:30?
- I have no idea
what time it is.
- I am late!
[upbeat music]
[panting]
- Have a good day
at school, Hap.
[frog croaks]
♪ ♪
- Come on, come on!
[car engines sputtering]
[gasps]
[splashes]
♪ ♪
I'm so late!
- [screaming]
- Here you go, little guy.
Have a nice day!
Whoa!
[car horn honks]
Whoa!
[car horn honks]
Whoa, whoa!
Oh!
[cow moos]
[shouting]
Ooh.
Hey, hi.
How's it going?
I'm Hap,
and I know this is awkward,
but, um, I'm kinda running
late for school.
So would you mind--
Oh, I guess this is your turn.
[bird squawks]
[screams]
[groans]
[spits]
[screams]
♪ ♪
Ah, ah, ah!
♪ ♪
[screams]
together: Mmm?
Mmm.
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.
Whoa!
♪ ♪
Whoa!
[grunts]
- Morning, Hap.
Was worried you were going
to miss the field trip.
- Yeah, so was I.
But I made it.
- What would you do
without us?
[laughs]
Oh, McSweeney.
Your bad luck,
it's impressive.
- [laughs]
Impressive you ever arrive
in one piece.
- Good one.
- Yeah, thanks, I know.
both: Huh?
both: [screaming]
- Yeah, keep running,
you little gnomes.
I like a moving target.
- Hey, I hear if
you hit a gnome,
cookies fly out.
- Says who, Reggie?
- Me.
Just now.
I opened my mouth,
and then words came out.
What?
- You know I can take them out,
right?
- Easy, Shannon.
They can't learn
with arrows in their brains.
- Uh, not necessarily.
I put lots of stuff
in my brain.
[grunts]
[chewing]
- Okay, kids,
on the bus.
Time for our field trip
to Houlihan Manor.
- You heard the lady!
Whoa! Oof.
Reggie, you dropped
your banana peel.
- Now Reginald,
Mr. Houlihan is a very
important, rich, handsome,
some would say dreamy man.
[tires squeal]
- Ow!
- Watch your face there, dear.
Promise you won't steal,
break, or desecrate
any of his things.
- Ow!
- Ms. Doris, don't ask me
to make a promise
you know I can't keep.
[engine rumbling]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[seagulls cawing]
- Whoa.
Houlihan Tower.
- It's huge.
- Like, my brain hurts, huge.
- Really?
I thought it would be bigger.
♪ ♪
Oh, yeah!
I'm still not impressed.
- Guys, I can't believe it.
I finally get to meet
Harry Houlihan.
The luckiest,
coolest guy in Fortune City.
I bet he can fix
my bad luck.
[splats]
[seagull caws]
[quirky music]
♪ ♪
- Hey, guys, check it out.
We're famous TV stars.
Whoo-hoo!
What?
[motors whirring]
- Security sure is tight.
- I guess a guy this
rich and powerful
can't take any chances.
[laughs]
You're never gonna get
in there with that.
- Watch me.
[exciting music]
[scanner chimes]
[grunting]
[motors whirring]
See you on the other side.
- All right,
give it here, little elf.
[grunts]
- Ugh, fine.
But know this.
That bow was handed from elf
to elf for centuries
upon centuries.
And if it gets so much
as a scratch,
I'll put so many arrows in you,
your momma's gonna think
she raised a porcupine!
- What she means is thank you
and have a nice day, sir.
- [grunting]
- Hey, uh, how you doing?
[buzzing]
- Oh.
Uh, I forgot I had this
in my back pocket.
[buzzing]
- Oh.
[giggles]
One more thing.
[clanking]
And I almost
almost forgot this.
Okay, yeah,
that should do it.
[scanner chimes]
Whoo!
Have a good one, buddy.
- [grunting]
I'm not gonna make it.
[grunting]
Oh, whoo.
Oh, thanks, Reg.
- Okay, class.
Gather 'round.
Any minute now,
Mr. Houlihan will appear
and lead us into his ballroom.
[giggles]
- Whoa.
- It's him.
[mysterious music]
[clapping]
- [sneezes]
- Hello, children.
Welcome to Houlihan Manor.
I am, of course,
Harry Houlihan.
Entrepreneur, raconteur,
and devilishly handsome man.
- [giggles]
- Magic phone in my hand,
who's the luckiest man
in the land?
- Searching area for lucky man.
You are the luckiest man in your area.
- So cool.
- Dear children,
I truly envy you,
for this is your lucky day!
- My lucky day?
- Behind these doors are
treasures unseen.
Wonders to astonish
and amaze.
Great fortune beyond your
wildest imagination.
- Yes, yes, I'm ready.
So ready.
Let's do this.
Why are we waiting?
Let's go!
- Awkward.
What?
- Hmm.
Without further ado,
I give you
the Houlihan Collection.
[uplifting music]
- Psst.
Hey, bad luck boy.
Try not to break anything.
[both laughing]
- You're bad luck.
[laughs]
- Children, single file.
Reginald,
get that out of your nose.
- You can do this.
Chin up.
Deep breath.
[breathes in sharply]
[screaming]
Oh.
[grunts]
[shouting]
[Giuseppe Verdi's
"La donna è mobile"]
- You're gonna be a lovely
little gingerbread house.
- [shouting]
- One more gumdrop, and...
- [shouting]
- And...
- [shouting]
- And...
- Whoa!
- [grunts]
- Oh, man.
I'm so sorry.
Are you okay?
- [groans]
- Oh, no.
This is just my...
Luck?
[ominous music]
- Hey, you guys see
where Hap went?
Hap? Hap?
- What's all this?
♪ ♪
[gasps]
Is--Is that...
♪ ♪
My family's lucky pot
of gold?
♪ ♪
No freaking way.
- Hap!
Is he under here?
Nope.
[quirky music]
- No one in here
but these spiders.
Mmm, spidery.
[screaming]
- And where's that
security guard?
I'm getting my arrows back.
- I'm so sorry,
Mr. Houlihan.
I normally keep better track
of my students.
- Oh, tut tut, Ms. Doris.
If one of your dear students
has gone missing,
my valiant and specially
trained security team
shan't rest until the lad
has been located.
- Gosh, heh heh.
Is somebody missing?
- Hap!
- Buddy!
- Don't you scare us like that
ever again, young man.
Do you hear me?
Ever again!
- [groaning]
Yep.
Got it.
- Oh, sorry.
- [gasps]
- Hap, where have you been?
- Just, uh, the bathroom.
Then I got lost.
You know my luck.
- Is this your errant
young scholar?
- Why, yes.
This is Hap.
Hap McSweeney.
- McSweeney?
- Yes, sir.
McSweeney.
- And did you see anything
that caught your eye?
- Nope.
- Hmm.
[cell phone rings]
- Reminder, you must get ready
soon for the big gala tonight.
- Oh, yes, of course.
Thank you, magic phone.
All right, children.
Tour is over.
Thank you for coming.
Huge gala tonight.
Huge party.
This room is going to be filled
with everybody who's anybody.
What can I say?
I'm the luckiest man
in the land.
[poofs]
- Whoa!
[grunts]
- Hap, are you okay?
- No.
I just found something
that could change my luck.
Forever.
[school bell rings]
- Wait, what?
You're saying Harry Houlihan--
the most powerful man
in all of Fortune City--
stole your family's
pot of gold?
- [shushes]
No.
And keep your voice down.
A dragon stole
my family's gold.
- A dragon?
all: [gasps]
Uh, dragons are 100%
make believe,
and they, uh, only exist
in fairy tales
with other magical
creatures...?
Yeah.
- Look, I'm pretty sure
Houlihan's got my family's
pot of gold.
And I'm getting it back.
- What?
- That sounds dangerous.
- Can I help?
- Listen to me, Hap.
This is one rabbit hole
you do not want to go down.
I've been down loads
of rabbit holes,
and you know what I found?
Rabbits!
And they're all like,
"What are you doing here?"
And I'm all like,
"Hey, it's a free country,
man."
And they get all bitey with
their huge bucked teeth.
[grunting]
- Guys, every day I get out
of bed and I think,
"It's a brand new day.
Today, my luck is gonna
be different."
And you know what?
[snapping]
[grunts]
It never is.
I'm the same bad luck disaster
day in, day out.
Just like my father
and his father before him.
This is my one chance for
a normal life.
My one chance for things
to go my way.
My one chance for...
For happiness.
[dramatic music]
[grunts]
Ow!
- I'm in.
- Me, too.
- Will I get
to blow something up?
- Probably not.
- That's not a no.
I'm in!
- There's no way I could
ask you to--
- You didn't ask.
- And you don't get to decide
what we do.
- This is happening.
It's a thing.
You cannot stop it.
This train--
What, what, choo choo!
What, what, choo choo!
You know!
- Okay, I've been thinking.
We need to move tonight during
Houlihan's big gala.
There will be a crowd
that will provide cover.
- That'll also mean security
will be tight.
- Right.
We have no choice.
I'm gonna blow the place up.
Kaboom!
all: No.
- And how would that even help?
- I'm not a details guy, Hap.
I'm big picture.
- We had a hard time getting
in the front door
when we were invited guests.
- Maybe we don't need
to go in the front door.
- Wha--
[sneaky music]
- Houlihan Tower will have
tight security.
- Um, I was eating that.
- But you know where won't?
♪ ♪
- One Beanstalk Place,
right across the street.
- Uh, I was eating that, too.
- I've got a cobbler uncle.
He's got a shoe repair shop
on the tenth leaf.
He'll let us in no problem.
- Ow!
- Then we zip across to the
Houlihan Tower penthouse.
Voilà, we're in!
- And then I blow
the whole place up.
all: No!
[grunts]
Why invite me if you're
not going to use
my unique skill set?
- You know, Shannon,
that's not so crazy.
[whimpers]
This is crazy!
[thrilling music]
[pigeon coos]
[shuddering]
- Anybody else having
second thoughts?
Show of hands.
- Nuh uh.
This is gonna be awesome!
[exciting music]
♪ ♪
[pigeons cooing]
This'll be just like when the
elves of the Northern Woods
stormed the Citadel
of the Deep Mist Mountains!
- And how'd that turn out?
- Oh, they all died.
But the other elves wrote
songs about them,
so that's cool, too, right?
[both gasp]
- Whee!
[grunts]
Hah!
- Uh...
- Yeah.
- I'm gonna write my own song.
[clears throat]
♪ Reggie he was the most
amazingest dude you ever saw ♪
♪ Reggie he had an undying
hatred of-- ♪
Uh... Oh.
Coleslaw!
- So, um, who goes next?
- We go together.
- [grunts]
[stammers]
I can do this.
- You can.
- It'll be easy.
- So easy.
- Nothing to it.
- Right.
Nothing to it.
- Until I fall
to my splatty doom!
There is no way
in all of fairyland
that this teensy weensy line
is going to support
an ample-bodied troll
like myself!
- I don't know, Sammy.
This is a Triple Reinforced
Giant Hair.
- And this is a Triple
Reinforced
no way not happening!
- Just close your eyes,
hang on tight,
and we'll glide all the way
to the other side.
- [gulps]
Just hang on tight.
And glide to the other side.
- Come on, buddy.
On the count of three.
One, two, three!
- [screams]
- Go, guys!
[both screaming]
- You're doing great!
- Just tell me when I can
open my eyes.
- Ah...
[laughs]
Ah...
- Did we make it?
- Not exactly.
[gasps]
screams]
- Hap!
- Guitar solo!
[mimics guitar strumming]
- Definitely do not
look down now.
- I feel a draft.
- Don't worry, Sam.
Uh, you just need to start
inching your way
towards the balcony.
- You can do it, Sammy!
- Okay, okay.
Sam, you're the man.
Oh, you got this.
Oh, okay.
Big man, big plan.
Don't look down.
Whatever you do.
- That's it, pal.
We're almost home free.
[gasps]
[suspenseful music]
[pigeon cooing]
- [chuckles]
Faster, Sammy.
Faster!
- Oh!
You can do it.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
You got this.
- Just my luck.
[pigeon cooing]
- [groans]
♪ ♪
[pigeon cooing]
Whew.
[both screaming]
[both groan]
[quirky music]
[both grunting]
- Oh, my.
That was unpleasant.
- All right, we shop at
the same underwear store.
Oh, give me some daps.
- [screams]
No one speaks of this.
Ever.
[suspenseful music]
- Uh, remember when you said
I get to blow something up?
- Yeah, this isn't it.
- You've gotta do this quietly.
Last thing we want is to let
Houlihan know something's up.
- I never get to have fun.
♪ ♪
- [humming]
♪ ♪
Huh?
♪ ♪
Well, this ain't right.
- Boogity boogity boo!
- [screams]
[groans]
- Oh, it's so clear over here,
guys!
I just cleared it!
- Huh?
- Uh-oh.
- [groans]
- Come on.
- [laughs]
You see the way I knocked
that guy out?
We may have to call a doctor.
- Okay, time for our disguises.
Reggie?
- I didn't bring disguises.
all: You didn't bring
disguises?
[elevator door dings]
- Relax
I didn't bring disguises
because I brought
some of Ms. Doris' fairy
godmother dust!
Do not ask me how I got it.
Magic time!
[elevator door dings]
[spy music]
♪ ♪
Oh, yeah!
It is on, people!
all: [shushing]
Oh, sorry, sorry.
- Wow, Shannon.
You look so, uh,
n--nice.
- You clean up pretty well
yourself, Hap.
- And I feel quite fabulous
in my waiter's outfit, too.
- Take this and stick it
in your ear.
I got it from my brother.
He said it's helpful
when taking tests.
- Okay, guys.
Remember the plan.
Reggie, you're eyes
in the sky.
- Roger that.
Hey, guys, I'm off to security.
Cool?
♪ ♪
- Sammy, you're boots
on the ground.
- I'm going in.
Holler if you need me.
I'll take that.
- Huh?
♪ ♪
- You and me,
we're on point.
- Right, we'll scope
out the joint.
- This is it.
No turning back.
- Let's do this!
- [screams]
[ballroom music]
both: Wow.
♪ ♪
- This place is--
Whoa!
Ow!
- Oh, let me help you
up there, sir.
Oh, who put this table here,
for Pete's sake?
- [chuckles]
[sighs]
♪ ♪
- Anyway, as I was saying,
that was the third time
I won the lottery.
[spy music]
- I won't let anyone
wreck you again,
my dearest gingerbread house.
[knocking]
Oh, hold on!
Coming!
Just gonna take this with me
here for some reason.
♪ ♪
- Karate!
- [grunts]
[groans]
- Ooh, oops.
Sorry about that, bro.
[humming]
Okay, guys, I'm in.
Let's see what's going on here.
[gasps]
All right!
Looks like a big party!
Ha ha, what?
- We know that.
- Hey!
- Pardon me.
Oh, ooh, sorry.
Ooh, ooh, would you like
an hors d'oeuvre?
[stammers]
- Reggie, find us
that secret door.
♪ ♪
- All righty,
if I'm reading this right--
and who knows if I am--
I am not a strong reader--
- Reggie!
- Okay, fine.
If I'm reading this right,
there's a secret passage
to the treasure room
behind the big painting
of Houlihan!
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- You mean, across that very
crowded dance floor?
- Yep.
- How are we supposed
to do that?
- We dance.
- Oh, no, no, no.
I cannot dance.
I'm a disaster normally,
but dancing--
Oh, that's a catastrophe.
[elevator door dings]
- [groans]
[ominous music]
[groans]
Show them who's boss.
- Hmm?
Guys, we've got company!
Incoming ogre,
three o'clock!
- [groans]
- This is crazy.
With my luck,
there is no way I can--
- Dance!
[jazz music]
- [groans]
- Oh, boy.
This is gonna end badly.
- Hap, Hap,
look at me.
I'm with you.
We've got this.
[upbeat techno music]
Reggie, how do we
ditch the goon?
- Okay, guys, I'm gonna get
you to the other side
safe and sound.
Ten steps ahead.
Take a right.
♪ ♪
- [groans]
- Side step.
- Nice moves.
- [chuckles]
- Now dip!
- Whoa!
- Where'd they go?
- Whew, close call.
- I told you,
we got this.
[grunts]
- Looking good, guy.
Oh, good evening,
sirs and madams.
Go!
- They've gotta be
around here somewheres.
- Oh, ooh,
this is a doozy.
Okay, a step to the right.
♪ ♪
Two steps left.
- [groans]
- Now promenade!
♪ ♪
Wow, way to cut a rug,
you two!
♪ ♪
- You're doing great, Hap.
- Yeah, I was worried
for a minute.
But look at me.
I'm--I'm dancing!
both: Huh?
- [chuckles]
I've got you now,
you little punks.
- Oh, dang it.
- have you tried
the unicorn horn, sir?
[chuckles]
- Bug off.
I'm busy.
- How about a delicious
glowvine nectar?
- I said bug--
[groans]
- Oh, yeah, Sammy!
What?
- Come on, guys.
The painting's just ahead.
[suspenseful music]
Just gonna dance my way there.
♪ ♪
Oh, yeah.
I'm so close to my gold,
I can feel it.
♪ ♪
- Hap, stop!
- Hap, get out of there!
- Mayday!
Mayday!
Abort!
Abort!
- Mind your step, sir!
You've spilt my
glowvine nectar.
- I'm really sorry,
Mr. Houlihan.
I just, um--I just forgot
myself there.
- Oh, no.
- [groans]
Do you realize how rare
this juice is?
- I do, sir!
I'm sorry.
I'll just go back
to my friends.
Forget I was here.
- Wait, do I know you?
- Uh...
[stammers]
I don't think so.
- All right, this better work.
- Hi, you don't mind if I jam,
do you?
[suspenseful music]
- I do know you.
[gasps]
♪ ♪
[screaming]
♪ ♪
Ladies and gentlemen,
please remain calm!
Everything is under control.
Oh, where did that
leprechaun go?
[both breathing heavy]
- Thanks, Shannon.
You're better than
a four leaf clover.
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
- [groans]
A dead end!
What do we do now?
- Reggie, you got anything
for us?
- Yeah, yeah, hold on.
Let me see what I can do here.
Hallway...
Hallway...
Oh, the season finale
of Frog Bachelorette!
Please let it be Eric!
Please let it be Eric!
- I choose you,
Sir Frogington!
[croaking]
- Oh, but Eric
was so much cuter!
You are gonna regret that
one day, frog princess.
I promise.
all: Reggie!
- Sorry, sorry, oh!
Okay, let's see here.
You see that weird pattern
on the floor?
- Yeah, we're standing
on it.
- Oh, okay, good.
Well, now just wait for it.
- Wait for what, Reggie?
[buzzing]
[all scream]
- Oh, for that.
[all screaming]
[upbeat adventure music]
♪ ♪
- Thanks for the warning.
- Anytime, bro.
- [grunts]
- [groans]
- The coast looks clear.
- Wait, don't move!
You're at something called
The Laser Web.
- Where?
I don't see it.
[suspenseful music]
[buzzing]
[groans]
♪ ♪
And now I do.
- All right.
There's only one way
across this.
[grunts]
[both gasping]
[exciting music]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
Hmm.
- Um, okay.
Well, Sammy,
maybe you'd better stay
over here on account of--
- Ah!
Mmm!
- [stammers]
- [humming]
[classical music]
- [gasps]
- [grunts]
Ah!
Mmm!
[grunting]
[clapping]
- What?
- Oh, just 'cause I'm heavy
doesn't mean I can't
be light on my feet.
- Oh, okay.
Well, I guess it's just me,
then.
[chuckles]
Here I go.
Hmm.
[groans]
- You can do it, Hap!
- [stammers]
- Nice and easy.
- Okay, nice and easy.
This isn't so bad.
Whoa!
[shouting]
[quirky music]
♪ ♪
Oh, thanks, Sammy.
Guess I'm lucky you're here,
huh?
[dramatic music]
- Luckier than you know.
♪ ♪
- Okay, Reggie.
What do we do next?
- You walk this way.
- Reggie,
how'd you get down here?
- Took the stairs.
- There were stairs?
- Yeah, but they're
employees only stairs.
I knew you goodie two-shoes
wouldn't want to break
the rules or anything.
But Reggie's a maverick.
[laughs]
So, you know.
- You've gotta be kidding me.
- What?
What's wrong?
[suspenseful music]
Hey, guys,
wait up!
- [groans]
McSweeney.
- This has to be it.
This is Houlihan's
treasure room.
Nothing can stop us now!
[grunts]
I said...
[grunts]
Nothing can stop us now!
[all grunting]
- [clears throat]
- You know you have a friend
with a unique skill set.
- Take it away, Reggie.
- [laughs]
[upbeat techno music]
all: Ooh.
- Yah!
♪ ♪
Oh, yeah.
I'm gonna make boom boom.
♪ ♪
Hah, it's showtime!
Fires in the holes!
[explosion]
[all gasping]
- Oh, yeah, Reggie!
- All right, Reggie!
- Kablam!
- Kaboom!
- ♪ Reggie he blew up the doors
to get the gold ♪
♪ So his buddy can get back
the treasure ♪
♪ That some dragon stole ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[bats squeaking]
[all gasping]
♪ ♪
- Lava moat.
Nice touch.
♪ ♪
- We made it.
And that...
♪ ♪
That's my family's pot of gold!
[clapping]
Huh?
♪ ♪
- Oh, man.
Busted.
- Shannon!
Do something!
- McSweeney.
Good job, dear boy.
You found my most
prized possession.
- I'm taking my family's
gold back, Houlihan!
- Now, don't be hasty.
I have a lovely story
to tell you.
It was a waning moon night,
just like tonight.
A fool of a leprechaun,
pot of gold in hand,
walks through the forest,
when--whoosh--
a huge dragon appears.
- Oh, no!
He didn't say this was gonna
be a scary story!
You need to be up-front!
- Eyes glowing red.
Huge, sharp teeth.
Your great great grandpappy
looked so frightened.
- Hah, I don't have a great
great grandpappy!
- That's Hap's great great
grandpappy.
- Oh, oh, right, right.
Sure.
- I swooped down and I grabbed
the pot of gold
out of his hands.
And I flew into the night sky.
[all gasping]
- What do you mean,
"you" flew into the night sky?
- Silly me.
Must've been
a slip of the tongue.
[suspenseful music]
[laughing]
♪ ♪
- [stammers]
- [laughing]
- [whimpers]
- [roars]
♪ ♪
[all gasping]
♪ ♪
[snarls]
♪ ♪
- Whoa.
- Just to make sure
I'm tracking all this,
you're the dragon?
- Yes.
- Huh.
I imagined dragons
to be bigger, I guess.
- Bigger?
- You stole my family's
pot of gold!
- Indeed, McSweeney, I did.
And the lucky gold
has brought me great fortune.
Great luck.
- But my family has had nothing
but bad luck since.
- Hmm, let me see.
Nope,
don't care about your family.
So, what do you suppose
we do next here?
Shall I roast you all now?
Or should we make
some sport of it?
♪ ♪
- I have been waiting
my whole life
for an adventure like this.
♪ ♪
- [roars]
Sport it is.
[roars]
♪ ♪
- Uh-uh!
No breathing fire
on my best friends!
♪ ♪
[roars]
[rumbling]
♪ ♪
- Ah!
That almost hit my pot of gold.
And it was all your fault.
- Sammy!
- [grunts]
- Huh?
[chomping]
- Ow!
- Mmm.
You're going to need shots
when I'm done with you!
[chomping]
- Ow!
[chomping]
- [snarls]
- Quick, get out of here!
- Whew!
Thanks, Reg.
[grunting]
[chomping]
- [grunting]
♪ ♪
Get off me,
you filthy pest!
- [screams]
[grunts]
Ow.
- Reggie!
- Go, Hap!
Get your gold!
♪ ♪
- [panting]
- [snarls]
- Whoa!
[grunts]
- [snarls]
♪ ♪
[laughs]
- Hey, Houlihan!
[smacks]
[grunts]
- Ow!
- You want some more?
Catch me!
- [snarls]
- [grunting]
[exciting music]
♪ ♪
- Don't worry about us!
[grunts]
- Ow!
[snarls]
- Come on, Reggie.
Get up.
- ♪ Reggie he really
likes pancakes ♪
What?
- [panting]
- [laughs]
- He's gonna make it!
- Hmm?
[snarls]
- [grunts]
[groaning]
Just a little further, Hap!
- [panting]
[grunts]
[panting]
[dramatic music]
[grunts]
♪ ♪
Finally.
My family's lucky pot of gold.
- Oh.
For once in my life--
- I feel lucky!
[both humming]
- Yeah, dude!
You got the gold!
[laughs]
Whoa!
[grunts]
- That's enough.
[rumbling]
[all grunting]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Oh, no!
- Listen to me, boy.
I have all the power here.
So you'll put that gold down
right now!
- [stammers]
Okay, okay.
Don't hurt my friends.
- Stop, you fool!
You'll destroy the gold!
- Take your gold and get
out of here, Hap!
- Yeah, don't worry about us!
- Silence!
This is your last chance,
you luckless loser.
- [gasps]
Hmm.
You're right, Houlihan.
I am a luckless loser.
Been one all my life.
But really,
it's not that bad.
My parents keep telling me
it's a matter of perspective.
And you know what?
They're right.
- [snarls]
- My luck has brought me
the three best friends
I could ever hope for.
Loyal, brave, kind.
- I'm gonna cry.
- They're all I'll ever need.
It occurs to me that you need
this gold way more than I do.
- [snarls]
♪ ♪
- [groans]
♪ ♪
- So if you want
this gold so bad,
why don't you go get it?
- Stop!
[all screaming]
♪ ♪
- No!
[rumbling]
[both singing]
[thunder rumbles]
[both groan]
[both giggle]
[dramatic music]
- He--He's gone.
- Swing on down, dude!
- Here I come!
[both grunt]
[both giggle]
- Are you all right?
- Hap, that was amazing.
[rumbling]
- Hey, guys, I think we should
get out of here.
- Uh, yes, please.
[rumbling]
- [groans]
You thought you
could destroy me?
I'll burn you
to a crisp!
♪ ♪
Hmm?
[thunder cracks]
- Ow!
[grunts]
What is happening to me?
- You stole a lucky
pot of gold.
Which gave you good luck.
But then you lost it.
So now you're cursed
with bad luck.
- No, it cannot be!
I am the luckiest man
in the land!
Right, magic phone?
- I'm sorry, there are
currently no lucky men
in your area.
- Hah, it's all over,
Houlihan!
[thunder cracks]
- No!
♪ ♪
Ow!
[grunting]
I'll get you for this,
McSweeney!
[thunder cracks]
Ow!
If it's the last--Ow!
Thing I--Ow!
Do!
Ow!
[upbeat music]
- [sighs]
- Hap.
You...
You gave up your gold.
[dramatic music]
For us.
- You'll be cursed with
bad luck forever.
- I don't know.
Is it really bad luck?
Or is it just McSweeney luck?
♪ ♪
[snoring]
[alarm clock rings]
- Eggs incoming.
- Thanks, Ma.
[chewing]
Gotta go.
- Hap's up.
♪ ♪
[upbeat rock music]
- [panting]
- Have a good day at school,
Hap!
- Thanks, Ma!
♪ ♪
Ha ha!
- [crying]
- Here you go, baby.
See you!
[screaming]
Ooh, making good time.
[screaming]
♪ ♪
- Morning, Hap.
- Morning, Ken.
How are the wife and kids?
- Oh, they're good.
The little one loves gardening.
- Great to hear.
Well, this is my stop.
♪ ♪
See you.
Sorry, birdies.
[birds cooing]
- [chewing]
- Solid workmanship, fellas.
♪ ♪
- Well, this is all going fine.
Ooh, and the coffee shop
remodeled.
Nice.
♪ ♪
[screams]
Just my luck!
[grunts]
[engine running]
- What a terrible place
to leave a wood chipper!
I mean, come on.
- Yeah, I see that now.
Uh, sorry, sorry.
But you know how I love
my wood chipped.
You know me!
- Yes, we do, Reggie.
[quirky music]
- Good thing we happened by
when we did.
- Oh, I shudder to think
what would have happened
if we weren't here.
- Me, too, Sammy.
I've got great friends.
♪ ♪
narrator: So ends Hap's story,
more or less.
He gave his life
a reassess.
When calamities call,
the lad smiles through it all,
and says--
- I'm just lucky, I guess.
[grunts]
I'm okay.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[upbeat rock music]
♪ ♪