DuckTales (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 8 - The Phantom and the Sorceress! - full transcript
When a mysterious magic thief arrives in DuckBurg, Lena must confront her past, by reluctantly teaming up with her treacherous aunt, Magica De Spell.
‐Back! Get back!
‐You'll never take us alive.
Let me guess,
you started playing
this video graphical game...
"Legends of LegendQuest."
...and then someone made a wish
around Lena,
and the game became real.
What the...?
Game over.
Boo!
Ugh! This amulet
is ruining my life.
It's okay, Lena.
We'll just add
"playing video games"
to the list of things
that trigger your magic.
Everything triggers
my stupid magic.
"Making lists."
Bad amulet, bad.
You kids should know by now
that nothing good
has ever come from magic.
Except you, Lena.
You're one of the good magical
things I've dealt with.
Hey, I know I'm great.
It's magic that's the problem.
I'll drink‐‐
Hey, Uncle Scrooge, real quick,
there is a floating goat
in your closet
that needs your help.
The mystical kingdom of Goathoul
must be under attack again.
Great. More magic.
Again, no offense.
All right, kids,
time to head off
into another realm.
I'm pretty sure my stupid magic
would just make
this situation worse.
Oh, well, if you don't
want to go, neither do we.
Right, Violet?
I suppose we could have
just as much fun
exploring the complex realm
of interpersonal relationships.
As if ruining my life
wasn't bad enough,
now you're ruining
my friends' lives too?
Oh, don't listen to her.
She just needs to learn
how to control you better.
- ‐Or I could just get rid of you.
- ‐
Lena, magic is an important part
of who you are.
You can't just throw it away.
Maybe we should just stop
having sleepovers.
Maybe you should rethink
that sentence.
Okay, I think we're all tired.
Come on, let's just go
get some sleep
before some crazy
magical nonsense
wakes us up again and forces us
to deal with it.
♪ Life is like A hurricane ♪
♪ Here in Duckburg ♪
♪ Race cars, lasers Airplanes ♪
♪ It's a duck blur ♪
♪ Might solve a mystery ♪
♪ Or rewrite history ♪
♪ DuckTales, whoo‐ooh ♪
♪ Every day they're out there
Making DuckTales, whoo‐ooh ♪
♪ Tales of derring‐do
Bad and good luck tales ♪
♪ Whoo‐ooh ♪
♪ D‐D‐Danger lurks behind you ♪
♪ There's a stranger
Out to find you ♪
♪ What to do? ♪
♪ Just grab on
To some DuckTales, whoo‐ooh ♪
♪ Every day they're out there
Making DuckTales, whoo‐ooh ♪
♪ Tales of daring Bad and good ♪
♪ Not ponytails Or cottontails ♪
♪ No, DuckTales, whoo‐ooh ♪
Ugh, here we go again.
Huh? Huh?
You're expecting vampires?
Statistically speaking,
we're due.
‐ ‐
Uncle Scrooge, I need you!
Stand down, Violet.
It's just Donald's lucky loafer
of a cousin, Gladstone.
Mm, if he's so lucky,
why is he crying?
Because the world is broken!
It happened last night.
I had just been
given a ride by a gent
who needed help breaking
in his new stretch limo.
I was feeling peckish
and a little drained.
I found myself outside
an all‐you‐can‐eat
shrimp buffet.
I screamed with joy,
because I love shrimp.
I strolled inside to be
named the 1,000th customer
and awarded a free meal.
No confetti or balloons.
I asked for food, and you know
what they asked for in return?
Payment!
I opened my wallet.
It was empty.
Not one $20 bill
conveniently flew in either,
so I had to go to a bank.
But it was closed.
Did you know
things could be closed?
So I went to the ATM
around the corner
and asked it for $20.
And you know how much
it gave me?
Twenty dollars?
Yeah.
Not the usual accidental
sack of rubies.
That's when I knew
something was up,
and I needed Uncle Scrooge
to fix it‐‐ Whoa!
I had to walk here.
It took hours.
No one offered me a ride.
No passing hang glider
scooped me up.
And not one gust of wind
whimsically carried me.
Is this what life is like
for you people?
Ow!
Why weren't there pillows there?
Wow, I was expecting something
more magical and less...
‐pathetic. ‐
That came from
Uncle Scrooge's room.
How do you guys do anything
on the second floor?
The portal to Goathoul!
Ah!
You.
It wasn't enough!
Why?
Who was that?
He closed the portal
to Goathoul.
And he went after Lena's
magical amulet.
Perhaps he attacked Gladstone
because his luck
is a type of magic as well.
Who would do this to me?
The Phantom Blot.
The Phantom what?
Any well‐read student
of the supernatural
knows the Phantom Blot.
He's a thief. A magic hunter.
Wow, Violet, from one journaler
to another,
these drawings are amazing.
Indeed.
Phantom Blot hates magic,
and thinks it's dangerous.
Wherever the Blot goes,
all magic disappears.
And now he's come for us.
End of presentation.
Wait, if magic goes away,
what happens to me?
He's trapped my family.
He's coming for my best friend.
And once he fixes that glove,
he'll be back.
Great, so once again
my life is in danger,
because magic.
We must protect her
at all costs!
And more importantly, Gladstone.
The best magical defense
is a good magical offense.
We fight back.
But I can't control it.
Then we'll have to go to someone
who can teach you how.
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.
No!
Must be stronger.
‐There. ‐
Oh, so sorry to bother you,
Mr. Blot.
Oh, you're busy. I'll come back.
Ugh, as if asking for help
from the person I hate the most
wasn't bad enough,
I have to walk through gross
bog water to get to her.
There's also a high possibility
of a swamp gator attack.
Ooh!
This bog is so deep.
How did you know where to step?
Whoa!
I think this might be the place.
How can you tell?
Hang on. Hang on!
Who's there?
It's Violet Saberwing.
Who?
She's with me,
Webby Vanderquack.
‐Who? ‐It's Lena, your niece.
Lena!
Give me the amulet!
She's very strong
for a bog woman!
‐Give me back my amulet!
‐It's not yours, it's mine.
And so are your stupid powers,
for all the good they do me.
Cool. Then give them back!
Mm, now you're susceptible
to vampires.
No, seriously,
what do you want with me?
If it were up to me,
I'd be as far away from you
as possible.
Already heard that one.
Don't you have any new material?
Perhaps something
about how you're a disgrace
to our family legacy
and a complete magical failure,
so you've decided it's best
to just give me my amulet!
Forget it, I don't need her
or her dumb legacy.
I'll face Phantom Blot
and his stupid glove myself.
Phantom Blot?
Inside. Quickly.
What part of "quickly"
don't you get?
Decades ago,
before I had to deal
with the likes of you,
I used my magic to lord
over a small country village.
One day, I grew tired
of the many gifts
the villagers offered me
to keep me from destroying
their village,
so I destroyed their village.
One of the survivors proclaimed
he'd put an end to magic
and came after me,
like dozens before.
But this one was different.
He used various devices
meant to steal my powers.
Obviously he failed,
but each time he got better.
Stronger.
The last time we faced off,
I barely escaped with my magic
and my life.
Any questions?
Um, yes, Gladstone Gander.
When do you stop talking
about whatever this is
and give me my luck back?
I can't.
Okay.
Gladstone, out.
That glove he's using
must be some sort
of magical draining device.
You really outdid yourself
this time.
Phantom Blot is after me
because he thinks I'm you.
Our magic isn't a legacy,
it's a curse.
Sure, blame the witch.
How original.
You are a little
shadow creature,
and have no chance against him.
Give me the amulet!
There is another option.
Come on, Lena, just ask her.
Ask me what?
I have nothing to say to her.
Lena says she has nothing to‐‐
Tell Lena I'm glad,
because I'm not talking to her,
and I'd never teach her how
to defeat Blot anyway.
I'm glad she won't help me
use my powers to defeat Blot,
because I never asked her to.
Is that right?
Well, tell Lena if she doesn't
want my help,
I want to hear it
from her own pitiful lips.
Look, I don't like this any more
than you do,
but my family is missing.
You could be gone next.
And if you learn to control
your powers,
I know you can use them
for good.
Fine.
Will you train me
to use my magic to defeat Blot?
It won't be easy.
There will be trials,
tribulations.
Well, if you think
it's too hard, then‐‐
No, no, no, no.
Don't leave. I'll do it.
I've never had to use
a doorknob before.
♪ We never wanted the power
Of the necklace ♪
♪ We don't deal
With magic that well ♪
♪ Lena, the girl who was once
A little reckless ♪
♪ Now it's time to change up
The spell ♪
♪ You gotta harness the magic
In your soul ♪
♪ You gotta dig
Even deeper for your goal ♪
♪ You gotta find out that magic
In your heart ♪
♪ Burn it, turn it ♪
♪ Just learn it,
Channel the power ♪
♪ Be who you are ♪
♪ Burn it, turn it ♪
♪ Just earn it,
Now is the hour ♪
♪ Reach for the stars ♪
♪ You gotta harness the magic
In your soul ♪
♪ You gotta dig even deeper
For your goal ♪
♪ You gotta find out that magic
In your heart ♪
♪ Burn it, turn it ♪
♪ Just earn it Now is the hour ♪
♪ Reach for the stars ♪
May I remind you
that magic isn't all laughter
and good times,
or did you forget a masked
menace is coming
to destroy us all while Scrooge
is stuck in a trap
not of my own making?
If you're just going
to goof around,
then give me the amulet!
Hey, why is the color
of my magic blue sometimes?
It's the color of your personal
magic signature.
All sorcerers have one.
Mine is a vastly superior
malevolent purple.
Here, I'll prove it.
Give me the amulet.
You are exhausting,
you know that?
Relax, it's all part
of the training.
Fine, if you don't trust me.
We don't.
Then give the amulet
to Pinky over here.
We've met several times.
Give her the amulet,
so she can try
to blast you with it.
If you've learned
anything today...
you'll block it.
But I can't do magic without it.
Oh, Lena, will you ever cease
to be wrong?
The amulet allows you
to harness my magic,
but unfortunately
you have some of your own.
It's like I told you, Lena,
you're made of magic.
You should be able
to use your silly,
disgusting blue friendship magic
to slightly divert
my obviously‐better‐than‐yours
evil purple magic.
No. I could never hurt Len‐‐
I'll do it.
What? It's purely
for academic purposes.
Ready?
‐Blast her! ‐
Oh, no, you lost.
How unpredictable.
That wasn't fair.
I wasn't ready.
Right, that's it.
It wasn't because
you're never focused.
Oh, I'm never focused.
Well, I'll show you focused.
Yes. Good.
Now, channel your hate
for me and go.
Woof. Even the girl without
magic did better than that.
To be fair, I'm a quick study.
Being angry might work
for Magica,
but you're not her.
You're good.
So focus on good magical things,
like a unicorn,
or the shiny silver beard
of a wise old wizard.
The cleansing fire of a Phoenix.
The sound of a child's laughter.
Crystals!
Okay, Webby. I got it. Thanks.
Ugh! Whoa!
Come on, Vi.
Boo! Bad form.
That wasn't me.
You know I'd never breach
duel protocol.
De Spell!
I'm so sorry.
Your magic and your menace
end here, witch.
Don't forget who
you're dealing with, Blot.
I am the sorceress
of the shadows!
Behold, my power.
Ooh! Ooh!
Ah!
So many colors, so much power.
Ooh!
Will it ever end?
Pick a card, any card.
You destroyed my village
and my family,
and now I'll destroy you
and yours.
Lena, catch!
Quick, get his glove off.
This is for Lena.
And this one's for my family.
And this ones for Lena.
Stop saying who it's for
and get his glove.
Lena, make yourself useful.
‐Ha! ‐
Delicious peanut brittle?
Psych! It's a snake.
No, now it's a snake.
Ow!
Go get reinforcements,
little guy!
You can talk to snakes?
I hope so.
Enough!
That all you got, punk?
Vi, Webby, are you okay?
Aah!
Stop, please.
If you destroy this...
I destroy you.
‐ Gladstone! ‐Huh?
I got it.
You can do this, Gladstone.
Succeed on your own merits.
Ow!
Ha‐ha! I did it!
Better luck next time, Blotty.
Ha! Whoa!
Aah! No!
No, no, no! Anything but this!
No. My magic.
And Lena
Concentrate on where the magic
comes from.
I am the dark force
at the core of all things.
Did you think you'd turn out
different than me?
Lena couldn't be your friend,
because she was never real!
Forget her magic.
Where does your magic come from?
You want to blow it up,
don't you?
Looks like someone's
a hugger after all.
Best friends!
How is this possible?
Because our magic
is the greatest magic of all.
‐Whoo‐hoo! ‐Gross.
I told you.
Then I'll take that magic
and destroy it too.
Lena!
We're with you.
It's too much magic!
Hey, Blot, you want magic?
Well, here you go.
Aah!
Hey, $20.
And another. And another!
‐Aah! ‐
I can talk to snakes!
That's right, not in my house!
Or outside my shadow aunt's
mud hut‐looking house.
‐The point is, I win. ‐Huzzah!
Whoo‐hoo! Magic is back!
Yes. It is.
Thanks for returning my amulet,
Lena.
I'll treasure it always.
Oh, it's good to be back.
Now, where was I?
Ah, yes, enacting
some sweet revenge.
Take notes, nerds.
Excuse you.
I brought you into this world,
you insufferable brat.
And I intend to protect it
from people like you,
thanks to your training.
You're welcome!
But I didn't teach you this!
Whoa!
It appears magic is in the air.
Put me down.
Ah!
My staff! My staff! Aah!
I'm not in your shadow anymore.
This magic is my legacy now.
And I'm going
to use it for good.
Looks like you're not the only
sorceress in town anymore.
Whoo‐hoo!
How long were we gone?
Feels like a lifetime.
So, what did we miss?
Eh, not much.
‐You'll never take us alive.
Let me guess,
you started playing
this video graphical game...
"Legends of LegendQuest."
...and then someone made a wish
around Lena,
and the game became real.
What the...?
Game over.
Boo!
Ugh! This amulet
is ruining my life.
It's okay, Lena.
We'll just add
"playing video games"
to the list of things
that trigger your magic.
Everything triggers
my stupid magic.
"Making lists."
Bad amulet, bad.
You kids should know by now
that nothing good
has ever come from magic.
Except you, Lena.
You're one of the good magical
things I've dealt with.
Hey, I know I'm great.
It's magic that's the problem.
I'll drink‐‐
Hey, Uncle Scrooge, real quick,
there is a floating goat
in your closet
that needs your help.
The mystical kingdom of Goathoul
must be under attack again.
Great. More magic.
Again, no offense.
All right, kids,
time to head off
into another realm.
I'm pretty sure my stupid magic
would just make
this situation worse.
Oh, well, if you don't
want to go, neither do we.
Right, Violet?
I suppose we could have
just as much fun
exploring the complex realm
of interpersonal relationships.
As if ruining my life
wasn't bad enough,
now you're ruining
my friends' lives too?
Oh, don't listen to her.
She just needs to learn
how to control you better.
- ‐Or I could just get rid of you.
- ‐
Lena, magic is an important part
of who you are.
You can't just throw it away.
Maybe we should just stop
having sleepovers.
Maybe you should rethink
that sentence.
Okay, I think we're all tired.
Come on, let's just go
get some sleep
before some crazy
magical nonsense
wakes us up again and forces us
to deal with it.
♪ Life is like A hurricane ♪
♪ Here in Duckburg ♪
♪ Race cars, lasers Airplanes ♪
♪ It's a duck blur ♪
♪ Might solve a mystery ♪
♪ Or rewrite history ♪
♪ DuckTales, whoo‐ooh ♪
♪ Every day they're out there
Making DuckTales, whoo‐ooh ♪
♪ Tales of derring‐do
Bad and good luck tales ♪
♪ Whoo‐ooh ♪
♪ D‐D‐Danger lurks behind you ♪
♪ There's a stranger
Out to find you ♪
♪ What to do? ♪
♪ Just grab on
To some DuckTales, whoo‐ooh ♪
♪ Every day they're out there
Making DuckTales, whoo‐ooh ♪
♪ Tales of daring Bad and good ♪
♪ Not ponytails Or cottontails ♪
♪ No, DuckTales, whoo‐ooh ♪
Ugh, here we go again.
Huh? Huh?
You're expecting vampires?
Statistically speaking,
we're due.
‐ ‐
Uncle Scrooge, I need you!
Stand down, Violet.
It's just Donald's lucky loafer
of a cousin, Gladstone.
Mm, if he's so lucky,
why is he crying?
Because the world is broken!
It happened last night.
I had just been
given a ride by a gent
who needed help breaking
in his new stretch limo.
I was feeling peckish
and a little drained.
I found myself outside
an all‐you‐can‐eat
shrimp buffet.
I screamed with joy,
because I love shrimp.
I strolled inside to be
named the 1,000th customer
and awarded a free meal.
No confetti or balloons.
I asked for food, and you know
what they asked for in return?
Payment!
I opened my wallet.
It was empty.
Not one $20 bill
conveniently flew in either,
so I had to go to a bank.
But it was closed.
Did you know
things could be closed?
So I went to the ATM
around the corner
and asked it for $20.
And you know how much
it gave me?
Twenty dollars?
Yeah.
Not the usual accidental
sack of rubies.
That's when I knew
something was up,
and I needed Uncle Scrooge
to fix it‐‐ Whoa!
I had to walk here.
It took hours.
No one offered me a ride.
No passing hang glider
scooped me up.
And not one gust of wind
whimsically carried me.
Is this what life is like
for you people?
Ow!
Why weren't there pillows there?
Wow, I was expecting something
more magical and less...
‐pathetic. ‐
That came from
Uncle Scrooge's room.
How do you guys do anything
on the second floor?
The portal to Goathoul!
Ah!
You.
It wasn't enough!
Why?
Who was that?
He closed the portal
to Goathoul.
And he went after Lena's
magical amulet.
Perhaps he attacked Gladstone
because his luck
is a type of magic as well.
Who would do this to me?
The Phantom Blot.
The Phantom what?
Any well‐read student
of the supernatural
knows the Phantom Blot.
He's a thief. A magic hunter.
Wow, Violet, from one journaler
to another,
these drawings are amazing.
Indeed.
Phantom Blot hates magic,
and thinks it's dangerous.
Wherever the Blot goes,
all magic disappears.
And now he's come for us.
End of presentation.
Wait, if magic goes away,
what happens to me?
He's trapped my family.
He's coming for my best friend.
And once he fixes that glove,
he'll be back.
Great, so once again
my life is in danger,
because magic.
We must protect her
at all costs!
And more importantly, Gladstone.
The best magical defense
is a good magical offense.
We fight back.
But I can't control it.
Then we'll have to go to someone
who can teach you how.
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.
No!
Must be stronger.
‐There. ‐
Oh, so sorry to bother you,
Mr. Blot.
Oh, you're busy. I'll come back.
Ugh, as if asking for help
from the person I hate the most
wasn't bad enough,
I have to walk through gross
bog water to get to her.
There's also a high possibility
of a swamp gator attack.
Ooh!
This bog is so deep.
How did you know where to step?
Whoa!
I think this might be the place.
How can you tell?
Hang on. Hang on!
Who's there?
It's Violet Saberwing.
Who?
She's with me,
Webby Vanderquack.
‐Who? ‐It's Lena, your niece.
Lena!
Give me the amulet!
She's very strong
for a bog woman!
‐Give me back my amulet!
‐It's not yours, it's mine.
And so are your stupid powers,
for all the good they do me.
Cool. Then give them back!
Mm, now you're susceptible
to vampires.
No, seriously,
what do you want with me?
If it were up to me,
I'd be as far away from you
as possible.
Already heard that one.
Don't you have any new material?
Perhaps something
about how you're a disgrace
to our family legacy
and a complete magical failure,
so you've decided it's best
to just give me my amulet!
Forget it, I don't need her
or her dumb legacy.
I'll face Phantom Blot
and his stupid glove myself.
Phantom Blot?
Inside. Quickly.
What part of "quickly"
don't you get?
Decades ago,
before I had to deal
with the likes of you,
I used my magic to lord
over a small country village.
One day, I grew tired
of the many gifts
the villagers offered me
to keep me from destroying
their village,
so I destroyed their village.
One of the survivors proclaimed
he'd put an end to magic
and came after me,
like dozens before.
But this one was different.
He used various devices
meant to steal my powers.
Obviously he failed,
but each time he got better.
Stronger.
The last time we faced off,
I barely escaped with my magic
and my life.
Any questions?
Um, yes, Gladstone Gander.
When do you stop talking
about whatever this is
and give me my luck back?
I can't.
Okay.
Gladstone, out.
That glove he's using
must be some sort
of magical draining device.
You really outdid yourself
this time.
Phantom Blot is after me
because he thinks I'm you.
Our magic isn't a legacy,
it's a curse.
Sure, blame the witch.
How original.
You are a little
shadow creature,
and have no chance against him.
Give me the amulet!
There is another option.
Come on, Lena, just ask her.
Ask me what?
I have nothing to say to her.
Lena says she has nothing to‐‐
Tell Lena I'm glad,
because I'm not talking to her,
and I'd never teach her how
to defeat Blot anyway.
I'm glad she won't help me
use my powers to defeat Blot,
because I never asked her to.
Is that right?
Well, tell Lena if she doesn't
want my help,
I want to hear it
from her own pitiful lips.
Look, I don't like this any more
than you do,
but my family is missing.
You could be gone next.
And if you learn to control
your powers,
I know you can use them
for good.
Fine.
Will you train me
to use my magic to defeat Blot?
It won't be easy.
There will be trials,
tribulations.
Well, if you think
it's too hard, then‐‐
No, no, no, no.
Don't leave. I'll do it.
I've never had to use
a doorknob before.
♪ We never wanted the power
Of the necklace ♪
♪ We don't deal
With magic that well ♪
♪ Lena, the girl who was once
A little reckless ♪
♪ Now it's time to change up
The spell ♪
♪ You gotta harness the magic
In your soul ♪
♪ You gotta dig
Even deeper for your goal ♪
♪ You gotta find out that magic
In your heart ♪
♪ Burn it, turn it ♪
♪ Just learn it,
Channel the power ♪
♪ Be who you are ♪
♪ Burn it, turn it ♪
♪ Just earn it,
Now is the hour ♪
♪ Reach for the stars ♪
♪ You gotta harness the magic
In your soul ♪
♪ You gotta dig even deeper
For your goal ♪
♪ You gotta find out that magic
In your heart ♪
♪ Burn it, turn it ♪
♪ Just earn it Now is the hour ♪
♪ Reach for the stars ♪
May I remind you
that magic isn't all laughter
and good times,
or did you forget a masked
menace is coming
to destroy us all while Scrooge
is stuck in a trap
not of my own making?
If you're just going
to goof around,
then give me the amulet!
Hey, why is the color
of my magic blue sometimes?
It's the color of your personal
magic signature.
All sorcerers have one.
Mine is a vastly superior
malevolent purple.
Here, I'll prove it.
Give me the amulet.
You are exhausting,
you know that?
Relax, it's all part
of the training.
Fine, if you don't trust me.
We don't.
Then give the amulet
to Pinky over here.
We've met several times.
Give her the amulet,
so she can try
to blast you with it.
If you've learned
anything today...
you'll block it.
But I can't do magic without it.
Oh, Lena, will you ever cease
to be wrong?
The amulet allows you
to harness my magic,
but unfortunately
you have some of your own.
It's like I told you, Lena,
you're made of magic.
You should be able
to use your silly,
disgusting blue friendship magic
to slightly divert
my obviously‐better‐than‐yours
evil purple magic.
No. I could never hurt Len‐‐
I'll do it.
What? It's purely
for academic purposes.
Ready?
‐Blast her! ‐
Oh, no, you lost.
How unpredictable.
That wasn't fair.
I wasn't ready.
Right, that's it.
It wasn't because
you're never focused.
Oh, I'm never focused.
Well, I'll show you focused.
Yes. Good.
Now, channel your hate
for me and go.
Woof. Even the girl without
magic did better than that.
To be fair, I'm a quick study.
Being angry might work
for Magica,
but you're not her.
You're good.
So focus on good magical things,
like a unicorn,
or the shiny silver beard
of a wise old wizard.
The cleansing fire of a Phoenix.
The sound of a child's laughter.
Crystals!
Okay, Webby. I got it. Thanks.
Ugh! Whoa!
Come on, Vi.
Boo! Bad form.
That wasn't me.
You know I'd never breach
duel protocol.
De Spell!
I'm so sorry.
Your magic and your menace
end here, witch.
Don't forget who
you're dealing with, Blot.
I am the sorceress
of the shadows!
Behold, my power.
Ooh! Ooh!
Ah!
So many colors, so much power.
Ooh!
Will it ever end?
Pick a card, any card.
You destroyed my village
and my family,
and now I'll destroy you
and yours.
Lena, catch!
Quick, get his glove off.
This is for Lena.
And this one's for my family.
And this ones for Lena.
Stop saying who it's for
and get his glove.
Lena, make yourself useful.
‐Ha! ‐
Delicious peanut brittle?
Psych! It's a snake.
No, now it's a snake.
Ow!
Go get reinforcements,
little guy!
You can talk to snakes?
I hope so.
Enough!
That all you got, punk?
Vi, Webby, are you okay?
Aah!
Stop, please.
If you destroy this...
I destroy you.
‐ Gladstone! ‐Huh?
I got it.
You can do this, Gladstone.
Succeed on your own merits.
Ow!
Ha‐ha! I did it!
Better luck next time, Blotty.
Ha! Whoa!
Aah! No!
No, no, no! Anything but this!
No. My magic.
And Lena
Concentrate on where the magic
comes from.
I am the dark force
at the core of all things.
Did you think you'd turn out
different than me?
Lena couldn't be your friend,
because she was never real!
Forget her magic.
Where does your magic come from?
You want to blow it up,
don't you?
Looks like someone's
a hugger after all.
Best friends!
How is this possible?
Because our magic
is the greatest magic of all.
‐Whoo‐hoo! ‐Gross.
I told you.
Then I'll take that magic
and destroy it too.
Lena!
We're with you.
It's too much magic!
Hey, Blot, you want magic?
Well, here you go.
Aah!
Hey, $20.
And another. And another!
‐Aah! ‐
I can talk to snakes!
That's right, not in my house!
Or outside my shadow aunt's
mud hut‐looking house.
‐The point is, I win. ‐Huzzah!
Whoo‐hoo! Magic is back!
Yes. It is.
Thanks for returning my amulet,
Lena.
I'll treasure it always.
Oh, it's good to be back.
Now, where was I?
Ah, yes, enacting
some sweet revenge.
Take notes, nerds.
Excuse you.
I brought you into this world,
you insufferable brat.
And I intend to protect it
from people like you,
thanks to your training.
You're welcome!
But I didn't teach you this!
Whoa!
It appears magic is in the air.
Put me down.
Ah!
My staff! My staff! Aah!
I'm not in your shadow anymore.
This magic is my legacy now.
And I'm going
to use it for good.
Looks like you're not the only
sorceress in town anymore.
Whoo‐hoo!
How long were we gone?
Feels like a lifetime.
So, what did we miss?
Eh, not much.