Daniel Spellbound (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
Hey.
Looking good, handsome.
Right back at you.
A-ha!
What have you got for me, boys?
We sold a ton of
dupe-dogs in Soho today.
Okay, boys, you done good.
Now beat it, three's a crowd.
Mwah! Mwah!
You go through all that trouble using
illegal magic to duplicate hot dogs
and they still taste
like gym socks.
Lucy, these are 100% real dogs.
Hey, you wanna try one, kid?
Don't call me kid, Tyson.
Duplication spells on consumer products
are against the law. Have to take you in.
Sorry, Dowser Santana,
but I got no plans on going
back to the Bureau Jail.
Ugh.
As if looking at one of
you wasn't bad enough.
Slow her down, my handsome boys.
Obstruction of justice,
that's another charge.
Oh, no.
Don't just stand
there. Do something!
I know you didn't
just grab my baton.
Huh?
Whoa!
-Whoa!
I ate way too much.
Chewing with your mouth open.
Not a charge.
Should be, it's gross.
How deep trouble
are we in right now?
Like, "Mom using your
middle name" trouble?
We're fine.
Standard Bureau of Magical
Enforcement procedure.
The dowsers will ask some
questions, but that's it.
The Primus wants to see you in
her office personally, Spellbound.
Okay. Wow.
Well, we may be in deeper
trouble than I thought.
Ugh, I knew it. How deep? Please
don't tell me my bacon's fried.
The Primus is like the
president of magic.
This could be problematic.
-The Primus will be
with you shortly.
Hoagie, what are you doing?
Uh, might as well
get a last meal.
What you got in here? Chocolate?
Nah, just magic.
Danny, come check this out!
Oh, sweet. Did you find the key?
Even better!
You want dried mangoes?
Dude, be serious.
I know.
Well, how do you expect me to
concentrate when my tummy's rumbling?
Oh!
Hello, magic world.
I'm Primus Hoagie and I
declare today Dried Mango Day.
Okay, Primus Porkface, any
ideas on how to get out of here?
When I heard a Tracker found the legendary
Fugu Rose, I couldn't believe it.
And when they told me the Tracker
was Duncan Spellbound's son, well,
I knew I had to handle
this personally.
It's good to see
you again, Daniel.
Uh…
I never met you before.
I'm Primus Camilla Thomas,
and we did meet once, at
your seventh birthday party.
I gave you a shoeshine kit.
Oh, that was you.
I'm sorry.
Maybe this present
will make up for it.
Does this mean anything to you?
Wait, this is one of
my father's journals.
This is what Dad was
looking for when he died?
I think so.
The Gryphon's Egg.
-Yes, the Gryphon's Egg.
Hi, I'm gonna introduce myself since
Daniel can't be bothered. I'm Hoagie.
Enchanted livestock?
Seeing that you're handing
out presents up in here,
could you hook me
up with a sandwich?
You brought a Class-A
magic violation with you?
That's cute.
So that's a no on a sandwich?
Duncan was a brilliant researcher for
the Bureau of Magical Enforcement,
and a good friend.
And it's time for you to
follow in his footsteps.
The Bureau of Magic makes sure
the magical world stays
hidden from the real world,
but we are increasingly being
overwhelmed by the criminal organizations
that skirt on the
edge of magical laws.
I'm skirting on the edge of
starvation. Could I have another mango?
Daniel, we're aware that you're
dealing in unlawful magical items,
and you almost set
ogres loose on the city,
but you also recovered the
Fugu Rose from Albright Labs.
I want to hire your
services as a Tracker.
Trackers and the
Bureau don't mix.
A powerful evil wants the egg to
threaten the entire magic world.
I want you to finish your father's
mission and find the Gryphon's Egg.
No, thanks.
I couldn't help but notice you're
running out of time with the Pie Maker.
How will you get into her good
graces without the Fugu Rose?
Work with us and I can help
you get out of that situation.
I vote not to deal
with that witch again.
Your father was a great man.
My father wasted his life
working for the Bureau.
Give me the Rose and
I'll be on my way.
I'm sorry, but the Rose is already
in the Bureau's magic vault.
Hey! That book belongs to me.
And when you decide to work with
the Bureau, you'll get it back.
- Dowser Santana.
- Lucy?
Spellbound.
What'd you do to get sent
to the principal's office?
I see you're already acquainted
with one of our best dowsers.
Take these two to D-Block.
Daniel needs a little time
to make the right decision.
Oh, tell me D-Block
stands for dessert.
The D...
Stands for dungeon.
Ah, you know, I've never
been to a dungeon before.
Are there gonna be goblins?
Do we have to eat gruel?
This is like, what, the fifth time
you've thrown me in the dungeon?
Uh… sixth. Remember the thing
with the leprechaun beards?
Oh, yeah.
How could I forget their
angry little bald faces?
You're a smart guy, Spellbound,
and an okay Tracker.
Um, I'm a great Tracker.
And yet, here you
are, in trouble again.
- Ugh.
- Move it, Spellbound.
This is the part where
you sing campfire songs
and convince me how
special the magic world is.
The Bureau exists to protect
magic from people like you
who only see scams
and dollar signs.
There is beauty and
wonder in the magic world.
Too bad you won't see it
from inside the dungeon.
Hey, speaking on behalf of
the beautiful part of magic,
someone tell me
what's going on here.
This is the entrance to D-Block.
The barricade keeps magic
from going in or out.
This metal wall's to keep non-powered
prisoners like your friend locked in.
-In you go.
Take care of yourself, Spellbound.
It's the only thing you're good at.
Well, this has gone
from bad to worse.
Don't worry, Hoag.
I got this under control.
- Don't touch me!
- Hey!
Whoa. Back up, sleazy. We're not
trying to join your prison gang.
Ugh. I ate too many
magic hot dogs.
A talking pig is haunting me.
Tyson.
Let me guess, got
busted by Lucy?
Hoagie, meet my
main client, Tyson.
Yeah, I heard the news kid.
I can't believe you did
something that dumb.
You're gonna have to
get way more specific
on which dumb thing
he's done recently.
Everyone's saying you stole the
Fugu Rose from the Dark Mage.
The Dark Mage is a myth.
It's like saying I
robbed the boogeyman.
We got the Rose from
Albright Worldwide.
Look. That's who
the Dark Mage is.
Viktor Albright.
Yo, that guy did have a lot
of weird stuff in his place.
You're trying to tell
me the Dark Mage is real
and he's using his evil power to
make deodorant and foot cream.
Yeah, seems legit.
Albright does make magically
good toothpaste. See?
Viktor Albright leads
a League of Alchemists.
They're trying to hoard all the
magic in the world for themselves.
And you know this how?
You send a few dozen copies of
yourself walking around New York,
you hear things.
The Dark Mage and his Alchemists
are after the Gryphon's Egg.
Both them and the Bureau have been hiring
loads of Trackers to find it first.
What's the big deal
about this egg anyways?
Someone making a fancy omelet?
With the right spell, the Gryphon's
Egg can absorb any magic it touches.
It could be a powerful weapon.
But no one's seen a
Gryphon in over a century.
Ugh, I can't believe you stole
the Rose from this Dark Mage guy.
The Dark Mage is not real.
Besides, I didn't
steal it. We did.
Uh-uh-uh. I'm not
a part of this.
You pulled me in, got
me stuck in a dungeon
with a man who wants
to turn me to tacos.
Just be cool, Hoag.
We'll be out soon. I
have a plan brewing.
In just 24 hours,
you somehow managed to make things worse
than when I was with the Pie Maker.
You're right. The 24 hours
are almost exactly up.
Attention, attention.
The bearer of this
tattoo, Daniel Spellbound,
is now in violation of a
deal with me, the Pie Maker.
I will reward $10,000 to anyone
who brings him to me alive.
Or 9,000 if you make
mince-meat out of him.
Whoa. Your tattoo advertised
for a full-on beating.
Yeah, and if you wanna help my plan,
convince everyone to take the bait.
No problem.
For 9,000, I'm thinking
about joining in myself.
Yo, this Tracker idiot
is easy pickings.
Come get him while
the money's hot.
You're in a dungeon, what
else are you gonna do today?
Whoa, slow down, guys.
If you all crush me,
you're just gonna have to
split the reward as a group.
I guess the question is, who
wants that reward money the most?
I'm gonna splatter
him and eat his pig.
That reward is mine.
Hey, this guy's taking
your prize from you.
Just A-plus work, guys.
Thanks for beating each other up
so I don't have to do it myself.
Whoa. Hey, now. Big mistake.
That's your name? Big Mistake? Or is
that just what your mom calls you?
I don't know if this is part of
your plan, but it's been real.
See you on the other
side. Put in a good word.
What are you in for, anyways?
Kicking some punk down a beanstalk?
Whoa.
Hope he wasn't a friend.
You coming?
Kid, something tells me
whatever you got planned,
I don't wanna be a
part of. Good luck.
Time to go.
We need to get back
up to the barrier.
Uh, Danny? We got company.
Let's move.
Whoa!
Dead end. Come on.
Was this part of your plan?
Nope. Definitely off-plan now.
Hoagie!
Ha!
Don't tell the Pie Maker, but I
would've pounded you for free.
It's piggyback time, dummy.
Oh hey, bud.
Hey, you're pretty good at yoga.
Stay loose, Hoagie.
Oh, not again.
That dude has anger problems.
Had.
We're home free.
Wait, Hoag. Wait.
What the heck, dude?
Hoagie, the barricade
blocks all magic.
But I'm not magic.
I knew you were
good for something.
No!
Guess I was wrong.
I can still… get… to it.
Danny, we got some
big trouble out here.
-Huh?
Don't worry, Danny. I got this!
All right, plan-B it is.
Come on.
-Ow!
Hey, big guy, you can either stay here
and beat on me, or you can escape.
Up to you.
See? All part of the plan.
All right. Let's
get out of here.
Hoag, hang back a sec.
Pro tip, never do anything
first in a magic dungeon.
If you ever get out, remember to
call the best Tracker in town.
Oh, The alarm is shredding
my ears to bacon bites.
Let's get out of here, man.
Can't leave yet. We have
to get the Fugu Rose.
Let it go. We'll
find another way.
This is the only way!
We want things back to normal, we
have to get the Rose from the vault.
The Pie Maker will end us if we
don't come back with it. You coming?
Oh, wow. I thought this would
be like some wizard portal.
But this is a real vault.
Give me a second to figure out
how we're getting through this.
-Hmm. Hmm.
No.
I got this.
Really? You got the power
to crack safes, too?
I'm just following a hunch.
Everything in this joint
is done with magic.
I can sniff out when
the right numbers click,
hit the right combo, and magic
elements inside the door connect.
And here we go.
Abracadabra!
They'd been better off
using a gym locker.
Ah! Hello again.
Huh.
Okay, Hoagie, we've got
everything. Let's bolt.
Wow. Super
predictable, as always.
I knew you'd end up
going right for the Rose.
Guess that makes me
a Spellbound tracker.
We could've split, but no,
you're trying to find out
how many times you can get
us sent to jail in one day.
Go ahead and book Hoagie
directly into a petting zoo.
Oh no, you did not.
Uh, what did you do, Spellbound?
This isn't me.
-The Dark Mage.
Give me the Fugu Rose.
Stop him!
Hoagie, let's get out of here.
Stay right there.
Lucy!
The Rose.
Let him go, you tin can.
You okay, Hoagie?
Now I know what a
scrambled egg feels like.
How's Lucy?
She's just unconscious.
Well, don't think we're getting the
Fugu Rose back to the Pie Maker today.
Without the Fugu
Rose, we're goners.
We've no choice but to
work for the Bureau now.
Yeah, I knew you were
gonna say something crazy.
Now you know firsthand
what we're up against.
We need to beat the Dark
Mage to the Gryphon's egg
before he gets it and
becomes unstoppable.
The only info I have for
you is that the last Gryphon
lives inside a mirage
in the Desert of Giants.
You find that out from the other
Trackers you hired before us?
They all came up short, Daniel.
You're a long shot, but I know
you can overcome the odds.
Yeah, because there's no way I'm gonna
let anyone else beat me to that egg,
especially when I have
all of my father's notes.
Anything else you wanna
take from the vault?
Am I wrong or did someone say
they were gonna help us out
with our Pie Maker sitch?
Are you taking the mission?
Oh, it'll be my honor to follow
in the proud Spellbound tradition
of service to the Bureau.
Let's get that egg!
Can't wait to get this off.
Thanks.
You don't know how it feels having
your boss literally branded on you.
And for insurance purposes…
Huh!
Great.
Looking good, handsome.
Right back at you.
A-ha!
What have you got for me, boys?
We sold a ton of
dupe-dogs in Soho today.
Okay, boys, you done good.
Now beat it, three's a crowd.
Mwah! Mwah!
You go through all that trouble using
illegal magic to duplicate hot dogs
and they still taste
like gym socks.
Lucy, these are 100% real dogs.
Hey, you wanna try one, kid?
Don't call me kid, Tyson.
Duplication spells on consumer products
are against the law. Have to take you in.
Sorry, Dowser Santana,
but I got no plans on going
back to the Bureau Jail.
Ugh.
As if looking at one of
you wasn't bad enough.
Slow her down, my handsome boys.
Obstruction of justice,
that's another charge.
Oh, no.
Don't just stand
there. Do something!
I know you didn't
just grab my baton.
Huh?
Whoa!
-Whoa!
I ate way too much.
Chewing with your mouth open.
Not a charge.
Should be, it's gross.
How deep trouble
are we in right now?
Like, "Mom using your
middle name" trouble?
We're fine.
Standard Bureau of Magical
Enforcement procedure.
The dowsers will ask some
questions, but that's it.
The Primus wants to see you in
her office personally, Spellbound.
Okay. Wow.
Well, we may be in deeper
trouble than I thought.
Ugh, I knew it. How deep? Please
don't tell me my bacon's fried.
The Primus is like the
president of magic.
This could be problematic.
-The Primus will be
with you shortly.
Hoagie, what are you doing?
Uh, might as well
get a last meal.
What you got in here? Chocolate?
Nah, just magic.
Danny, come check this out!
Oh, sweet. Did you find the key?
Even better!
You want dried mangoes?
Dude, be serious.
I know.
Well, how do you expect me to
concentrate when my tummy's rumbling?
Oh!
Hello, magic world.
I'm Primus Hoagie and I
declare today Dried Mango Day.
Okay, Primus Porkface, any
ideas on how to get out of here?
When I heard a Tracker found the legendary
Fugu Rose, I couldn't believe it.
And when they told me the Tracker
was Duncan Spellbound's son, well,
I knew I had to handle
this personally.
It's good to see
you again, Daniel.
Uh…
I never met you before.
I'm Primus Camilla Thomas,
and we did meet once, at
your seventh birthday party.
I gave you a shoeshine kit.
Oh, that was you.
I'm sorry.
Maybe this present
will make up for it.
Does this mean anything to you?
Wait, this is one of
my father's journals.
This is what Dad was
looking for when he died?
I think so.
The Gryphon's Egg.
-Yes, the Gryphon's Egg.
Hi, I'm gonna introduce myself since
Daniel can't be bothered. I'm Hoagie.
Enchanted livestock?
Seeing that you're handing
out presents up in here,
could you hook me
up with a sandwich?
You brought a Class-A
magic violation with you?
That's cute.
So that's a no on a sandwich?
Duncan was a brilliant researcher for
the Bureau of Magical Enforcement,
and a good friend.
And it's time for you to
follow in his footsteps.
The Bureau of Magic makes sure
the magical world stays
hidden from the real world,
but we are increasingly being
overwhelmed by the criminal organizations
that skirt on the
edge of magical laws.
I'm skirting on the edge of
starvation. Could I have another mango?
Daniel, we're aware that you're
dealing in unlawful magical items,
and you almost set
ogres loose on the city,
but you also recovered the
Fugu Rose from Albright Labs.
I want to hire your
services as a Tracker.
Trackers and the
Bureau don't mix.
A powerful evil wants the egg to
threaten the entire magic world.
I want you to finish your father's
mission and find the Gryphon's Egg.
No, thanks.
I couldn't help but notice you're
running out of time with the Pie Maker.
How will you get into her good
graces without the Fugu Rose?
Work with us and I can help
you get out of that situation.
I vote not to deal
with that witch again.
Your father was a great man.
My father wasted his life
working for the Bureau.
Give me the Rose and
I'll be on my way.
I'm sorry, but the Rose is already
in the Bureau's magic vault.
Hey! That book belongs to me.
And when you decide to work with
the Bureau, you'll get it back.
- Dowser Santana.
- Lucy?
Spellbound.
What'd you do to get sent
to the principal's office?
I see you're already acquainted
with one of our best dowsers.
Take these two to D-Block.
Daniel needs a little time
to make the right decision.
Oh, tell me D-Block
stands for dessert.
The D...
Stands for dungeon.
Ah, you know, I've never
been to a dungeon before.
Are there gonna be goblins?
Do we have to eat gruel?
This is like, what, the fifth time
you've thrown me in the dungeon?
Uh… sixth. Remember the thing
with the leprechaun beards?
Oh, yeah.
How could I forget their
angry little bald faces?
You're a smart guy, Spellbound,
and an okay Tracker.
Um, I'm a great Tracker.
And yet, here you
are, in trouble again.
- Ugh.
- Move it, Spellbound.
This is the part where
you sing campfire songs
and convince me how
special the magic world is.
The Bureau exists to protect
magic from people like you
who only see scams
and dollar signs.
There is beauty and
wonder in the magic world.
Too bad you won't see it
from inside the dungeon.
Hey, speaking on behalf of
the beautiful part of magic,
someone tell me
what's going on here.
This is the entrance to D-Block.
The barricade keeps magic
from going in or out.
This metal wall's to keep non-powered
prisoners like your friend locked in.
-In you go.
Take care of yourself, Spellbound.
It's the only thing you're good at.
Well, this has gone
from bad to worse.
Don't worry, Hoag.
I got this under control.
- Don't touch me!
- Hey!
Whoa. Back up, sleazy. We're not
trying to join your prison gang.
Ugh. I ate too many
magic hot dogs.
A talking pig is haunting me.
Tyson.
Let me guess, got
busted by Lucy?
Hoagie, meet my
main client, Tyson.
Yeah, I heard the news kid.
I can't believe you did
something that dumb.
You're gonna have to
get way more specific
on which dumb thing
he's done recently.
Everyone's saying you stole the
Fugu Rose from the Dark Mage.
The Dark Mage is a myth.
It's like saying I
robbed the boogeyman.
We got the Rose from
Albright Worldwide.
Look. That's who
the Dark Mage is.
Viktor Albright.
Yo, that guy did have a lot
of weird stuff in his place.
You're trying to tell
me the Dark Mage is real
and he's using his evil power to
make deodorant and foot cream.
Yeah, seems legit.
Albright does make magically
good toothpaste. See?
Viktor Albright leads
a League of Alchemists.
They're trying to hoard all the
magic in the world for themselves.
And you know this how?
You send a few dozen copies of
yourself walking around New York,
you hear things.
The Dark Mage and his Alchemists
are after the Gryphon's Egg.
Both them and the Bureau have been hiring
loads of Trackers to find it first.
What's the big deal
about this egg anyways?
Someone making a fancy omelet?
With the right spell, the Gryphon's
Egg can absorb any magic it touches.
It could be a powerful weapon.
But no one's seen a
Gryphon in over a century.
Ugh, I can't believe you stole
the Rose from this Dark Mage guy.
The Dark Mage is not real.
Besides, I didn't
steal it. We did.
Uh-uh-uh. I'm not
a part of this.
You pulled me in, got
me stuck in a dungeon
with a man who wants
to turn me to tacos.
Just be cool, Hoag.
We'll be out soon. I
have a plan brewing.
In just 24 hours,
you somehow managed to make things worse
than when I was with the Pie Maker.
You're right. The 24 hours
are almost exactly up.
Attention, attention.
The bearer of this
tattoo, Daniel Spellbound,
is now in violation of a
deal with me, the Pie Maker.
I will reward $10,000 to anyone
who brings him to me alive.
Or 9,000 if you make
mince-meat out of him.
Whoa. Your tattoo advertised
for a full-on beating.
Yeah, and if you wanna help my plan,
convince everyone to take the bait.
No problem.
For 9,000, I'm thinking
about joining in myself.
Yo, this Tracker idiot
is easy pickings.
Come get him while
the money's hot.
You're in a dungeon, what
else are you gonna do today?
Whoa, slow down, guys.
If you all crush me,
you're just gonna have to
split the reward as a group.
I guess the question is, who
wants that reward money the most?
I'm gonna splatter
him and eat his pig.
That reward is mine.
Hey, this guy's taking
your prize from you.
Just A-plus work, guys.
Thanks for beating each other up
so I don't have to do it myself.
Whoa. Hey, now. Big mistake.
That's your name? Big Mistake? Or is
that just what your mom calls you?
I don't know if this is part of
your plan, but it's been real.
See you on the other
side. Put in a good word.
What are you in for, anyways?
Kicking some punk down a beanstalk?
Whoa.
Hope he wasn't a friend.
You coming?
Kid, something tells me
whatever you got planned,
I don't wanna be a
part of. Good luck.
Time to go.
We need to get back
up to the barrier.
Uh, Danny? We got company.
Let's move.
Whoa!
Dead end. Come on.
Was this part of your plan?
Nope. Definitely off-plan now.
Hoagie!
Ha!
Don't tell the Pie Maker, but I
would've pounded you for free.
It's piggyback time, dummy.
Oh hey, bud.
Hey, you're pretty good at yoga.
Stay loose, Hoagie.
Oh, not again.
That dude has anger problems.
Had.
We're home free.
Wait, Hoag. Wait.
What the heck, dude?
Hoagie, the barricade
blocks all magic.
But I'm not magic.
I knew you were
good for something.
No!
Guess I was wrong.
I can still… get… to it.
Danny, we got some
big trouble out here.
-Huh?
Don't worry, Danny. I got this!
All right, plan-B it is.
Come on.
-Ow!
Hey, big guy, you can either stay here
and beat on me, or you can escape.
Up to you.
See? All part of the plan.
All right. Let's
get out of here.
Hoag, hang back a sec.
Pro tip, never do anything
first in a magic dungeon.
If you ever get out, remember to
call the best Tracker in town.
Oh, The alarm is shredding
my ears to bacon bites.
Let's get out of here, man.
Can't leave yet. We have
to get the Fugu Rose.
Let it go. We'll
find another way.
This is the only way!
We want things back to normal, we
have to get the Rose from the vault.
The Pie Maker will end us if we
don't come back with it. You coming?
Oh, wow. I thought this would
be like some wizard portal.
But this is a real vault.
Give me a second to figure out
how we're getting through this.
-Hmm. Hmm.
No.
I got this.
Really? You got the power
to crack safes, too?
I'm just following a hunch.
Everything in this joint
is done with magic.
I can sniff out when
the right numbers click,
hit the right combo, and magic
elements inside the door connect.
And here we go.
Abracadabra!
They'd been better off
using a gym locker.
Ah! Hello again.
Huh.
Okay, Hoagie, we've got
everything. Let's bolt.
Wow. Super
predictable, as always.
I knew you'd end up
going right for the Rose.
Guess that makes me
a Spellbound tracker.
We could've split, but no,
you're trying to find out
how many times you can get
us sent to jail in one day.
Go ahead and book Hoagie
directly into a petting zoo.
Oh no, you did not.
Uh, what did you do, Spellbound?
This isn't me.
-The Dark Mage.
Give me the Fugu Rose.
Stop him!
Hoagie, let's get out of here.
Stay right there.
Lucy!
The Rose.
Let him go, you tin can.
You okay, Hoagie?
Now I know what a
scrambled egg feels like.
How's Lucy?
She's just unconscious.
Well, don't think we're getting the
Fugu Rose back to the Pie Maker today.
Without the Fugu
Rose, we're goners.
We've no choice but to
work for the Bureau now.
Yeah, I knew you were
gonna say something crazy.
Now you know firsthand
what we're up against.
We need to beat the Dark
Mage to the Gryphon's egg
before he gets it and
becomes unstoppable.
The only info I have for
you is that the last Gryphon
lives inside a mirage
in the Desert of Giants.
You find that out from the other
Trackers you hired before us?
They all came up short, Daniel.
You're a long shot, but I know
you can overcome the odds.
Yeah, because there's no way I'm gonna
let anyone else beat me to that egg,
especially when I have
all of my father's notes.
Anything else you wanna
take from the vault?
Am I wrong or did someone say
they were gonna help us out
with our Pie Maker sitch?
Are you taking the mission?
Oh, it'll be my honor to follow
in the proud Spellbound tradition
of service to the Bureau.
Let's get that egg!
Can't wait to get this off.
Thanks.
You don't know how it feels having
your boss literally branded on you.
And for insurance purposes…
Huh!
Great.