Dwight in Shining Armor (2018–2021): Season 1, Episode 8 - Dragon - full transcript
Dwight: So here's pretty much
everything you need to know...
Man: Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
- You are Macklyn the Fox.
[smack]
- Oh!
Macklyn: I was not
always Macklyn the Fox.
But who I was before,
that is a mystery.
I awoke in the woods
one morning, many years ago.
With no recollection of my life.
No clue to my origin,
save this.
[ominous music]
Man: Macklyn! You're a shifter.
♪
Dwight: This place
brings back memories.
I see Chlodwig left
the wedding decorations up.
- Ugh.
Baldric: I'd say
about 50 feet of rope.
Gretta: Do you think
the dragon is still down ther?
- Listen.
[fire roaring]
- This idea seemed
a lot smarter
back at the house.
- He's right, Highness.
It's too dangerous.
- We've come all this way.
We shall not leave
empty handed.
Baldric: Then I will go alone.
- By no means.
Baldric: I will not put you
in peril for my sake.
- For all our sakes, Baldric.
You really think dragon fire
could repair your scepter?
- I believe it might.
- Then fortune smiles
upon us,
for merely 50 feet beneath
where we stand is a dragon,
furiously spewing fire
at this very moment.
- Lucky us.
- I'm going with you.
- Thank you, Highness.
[dragon growling]
[intense music]
♪
Baldric: You stay here,
Sir Dwight.
You have neither the skills
nor the fortitude
to face a dragon.
- One hundred percent agree.
- Hm.
♪
[dragon growls]
♪
[dragon roars]
♪
♪
[dragon roars]
♪
♪
[dragon roars]
♪
[phone ringtone plays]
[grunting]
[ringtone continues]
- Shh, quiet, stop!
[ringtone continues]
[dragon growls]
[screaming]
- What was that?
- A reminder, Highness.
It's Taco Tuesday.
♪
Dwight: Okay,
so about 1000 years ago,
there was this princess,
Gretta.
And she was in big trouble,
'cause she had lots of enemies
and not a lot of friends.
So her court magician Baldric
cast the champion spell.
It put everyone
in the woods to sleep
until a champion would come,
break the spell with his kiss,
and deal with Gretta's big,
scary enemies.
But that guy never showed up.
Instead, they got me.
[shrieks]
♪
Ow!
♪
- [coughs] Princess Gretta!
- I'm here.
[grunting]
Woman: Gretta?
- Who goes there?
Woman: Is it you?
Gretta: Friend or foe?
- Just like your mum.
- Auntie Ermie?
Baldric: Lady Ermingarde.
- What are you doing down here?
- We must hurry,
Your Ladyship.
A dragon prowls these depths.
- Well, about that.
[chuckles]
So, well you probably
didn't know this about me.
There's no reason you should.
In fact, it's a deeply
guarded secret
only my dearly departed
husband knew.
- Your husband died?
- No, no, just departed.
What I mean to say is,
uh, well...
You see, that dragon.
The thing
about that dragon is...
As it happens,
that dragon is, um...
eh, oh...
- You.
You are a shifter.
- Cool.
- Oh!
Hey!
I got you, I got you.
[panting]
How'd it go?
Hey.
[grunting]
Did you get your fire?
[panting]
[grunting]
Whoa, hey, who...
Who are you?
[grunting]
[panting]
- Lady Ermingarde,
I present to you
Sir Dwight of Woodside.
- Hi.
Gretta: Lady Ermingarde.
My godmother.
- Oh.
Wow.
You guys just ran
into each other down there?
- Auntie Ermie is the dragon.
- Sorry?
- She's a dragon shifter.
- One who can take human
and dragon form.
- Oh.
Cool.
- Exactly what I said.
- Was it you
that brought this rope?
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh.
How many times I wished
for a length of rope
these last months!
- How long have you
been down there?
Lady Ermingarde: When I
heard about your siege,
I came right away,
and I immediately discovered
a legion of orcs undermining
your castle walls.
- We suspected as much.
Lady Ermingarde: Well,
I took care of them
without much trouble,
of course.
But I found myself trapped
in their maze of tunnels.
- You got stuck?
- Don't tell anyone.
Your...
Your castle is in shambles,
Piglet.
Gretta: A lot has happened
since you got stuck in the pits.
- Piglet.
- Uh...
[stammers]
It is a mere silly nickname
from when I was just a tot.
- And you sounded just like
a little piggy when you slept.
[laughter]
- That's wonderful.
[laughter]
- Never mind.
- Remember, Baldric?
- Oh, indeed, indeed.
Lady Ermingarde: Just like
a wee porker.
[snorts like a pig]
- Oh.
[snorting like pigs]
[laughter]
[snorting continues]
- Onto more pressing issues.
[snorting continues still]
- So everyone called her Piglet.
- No one called me that.
Lady Ermingarde: I did!
[laughter]
- Only you.
Lady Ermingarde:
What was I saying?
Oh, yes.
Your castle.
This wouldn't fortify you
against an invasion of bunnies.
- Well, what happened was--
- You can't stay here.
- But...
Auntie Ermie.
- Where is your army?
- They fled during the siege.
- And your allies?
- Uh...
- They have yet to arrive.
- [sighs] Piglet,
go get your things.
- My-my things?
- I know of an island.
Remote.
Forgotten.
Uninhabited.
With a sturdy tower where you
can while away your days
as I patrol the beaches.
You will be absolutely safe.
- But I am safe enough here.
- Safe enough?
You are a princess,
which means your life
will always be
under constant threat.
And you have no one
to protect you.
- Yes, I have.
I have Baldric.
- Magic tricks
will not be enough.
No, no.
You need a warrior.
- I have Sir Dwight.
My champion.
- This squirmy little whelp?
- And here we go.
- [laughs] No, no.
- Don't be fooled.
He has already
defeated a knight,
a troubadour.
- A mob.
- What?
- A varger, and a bandit.
- A wyvern and a witch.
- And a frolic of fairies.
Also, he can ride a bike.
No easy feat.
- Is this true?
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, pretty much.
The bike part, absolutely.
- Hmm.
Gretta: Please, Auntie Ermie.
Just...
Give Sir Dwight the chance
to prove himself.
- [clears throat]
- All right.
But after dinner.
I'm starving.
I've been living
on orc carcasses for months.
- Ew.
- [sighs]
Gretta: Baldric,
show Lady Ermingarde
to the Great Hall,
and let the feasting begin.
- Immediately, Your Highness.
Your Ladyship.
Gretta: Auntie,
Sir Dwight and I
will join you presently.
Lady Ermingarde: Very well.
♪
- She's nice.
- This way.
Hurry!
Try this on.
I'll help you stand up.
- Why?
[groaning]
- Arm up.
[grunting]
If only we had
more time.
- For what?
- For you to gain
50 pounds of muscle.
[grunts]
Become a master swordsman.
Oh, maybe grow a beard.
Can you try to be
a little taller?
[grunts]
- Gretta,
you're freaking out.
- Can you just try to be
a proper champion
just for one day?
She's gonna put me
in a tower,
Dwight, on a desert island.
- I get it, I-I get it.
- Just me
and my dragon godmother
for the rest of my days.
- Okay!
Okay, okay, okay.
Deep breath, deep breath!
[deep breathing]
We are not gonna
let that happen.
We are going to stay calm.
We are going to remember
our breathing,
and no matter what happens,
we are not going to
lose our composure.
♪
[sword unsheaths]
[screams]
♪
- Lower your weapons, yeomen.
- Macklyn the Fox.
- Princess Gretta.
Sir Dwight!
Well met.
- What are you doing here?
- Oh, just a few basic
repairs for now.
Place needs
a great deal of work.
But, hey, free castle.
- You live here?
Macklyn: Only when we're not
robbing poor souls in the woo.
How goes it with you?
- About, you know,
like, normal.
Hey, I got a question
for you,
why are you wearing
a T-ball tournament medal?
- Oh, nice, isn't it?
Just a little trifle
I pickpocketed from a pook.
- Another question.
What's a pook?
- Uh, a kind of forest spirit.
- Okay.
- Sensitive creature.
- Aw.
Macklyn: In the shape
of a monstrously large animal.
Dwight: Now, when you say
monstrously large...
Gretta: Can we just
forget the pook?
You'll know one
when you see one.
- What's amiss, Princess?
- My life is
on the brink of ruin.
[Dwight yelps]
- Ruin, you say?
Sounds like a gripping tale!
[chattering]
Begin at the beginning.
- Uh, no time for that.
- Oh.
Dwight: Well the short version
is that Gretta's godmother
wants to take her
to some desert island
in the middle of nowhere
and stick her in a tower.
- Terrible.
What of your royal treasury?
- Dude.
- By which I mean to say,
how may I give you aid?
- Hand me that thigh plate.
And convince Auntie Ermie
that Sir Dwight is indeed
a mighty champion
with the skills to defend me
from my hoards of enemies.
- Done.
- Oh.
Baldric.
These are delicious!
- Thank you.
Lady Ermingarde: Oh.
Well.
[coughs]
Well.
Oh.
I'm afraid you missed
the spam course
and the cheesy puffs course.
But, you are just in time
for the main dish.
Baldric?
- Oh, yes.
There you go.
- Thank you.
Have a seat.
Mmm.
Piglet, come on.
- Princess.
- Oh.
- Delicious.
- Sir Dwight.
- Cookies for dinner?
- Mm-mm.
- We are about to come
under attack.
Don't fear.
Sir Dwight will handle it.
Lady Ermingarde: Mm!
Mmm.
Yep.
Your cooks have absolutely
outdone themselves.
Every bite is
a savory journey towards--
- Diabesity.
- What's diabe--
- Exactly what it sounds like.
- Sounds delicious.
- Mm-hmm!
What are these?
[arrow whizzes]
♪
- Ah!
[shouting]
Sir Dwight, my champion!
[sighs]
Save us!
- We've come for the princess.
- Oh!
[Dwight groans]
- You are gonna have
to go through me!
Knave!
♪
[grunting]
Yah!
I'm sorry!
- Attack!
[shouting]
♪
♪
- Is he not...
truly amazing?
♪
- They are in trouble now.
♪
Gretta: Whatever
shall we do?
Oh!
He saves the day again.
- Who are you?
- Sir Dwight of Woodside!
- You are he?
The fabled hero?
Sir Dwight the Mighty?
- Oh, yes.
You see that princess over--
Sorry, sorry.
You see that princess
over there?
Nobody's messing
with that princess!
So you best go tell
all your little friends.
Spread the word!
- I shall proclaim it
to the world how by your sword,
you did lay my men lifeless
on the blood-soaked ground.
[screaming]
[stammering]
[growling]
[screaming]
- Shiny!
- And that's a pook.
You're right!
I knew it when I saw it.
[growling]
- What does it want?
Baldric: The princess.
- Oh, good guess, but nope.
- Then what?
- Shiny.
- My medallion?
- Actually,
the pook's medallion.
- Actually,
some T-ball kid's medallion.
Gretta: Sir Dwight would
obviously vanquish this beast
if it weren't that he is...
- Isn't really a knight?
- Just give it back!
- But it's pricessless
beyond measure!
- It's a Little League
participation medal.
I got like, like seven.
You can have all of them.
- Didn't your mother teach you
not to meddle with pooks?
- Leave my mother
out of this, madame.
- Shiny!
- Look, the frog
wants its shiny.
Just get in there
and make this right, man.
[growling]
[panting]
- I can't go out there,
that pook hates my guts.
Pook: Shiny!
- Fine, fine.
I'll mediate.
- Dwight, no!
♪
Dwight?
- Excuse me?
- Dwight, no!
Dwight: Excuse me!
Hi, Mr. Pook.
I think this is yours.
[grunts]
Or, I guess I should say
I think Timmy Evans
would want you to have it?
- Shiny!
- Yeah, it sure is.
[growling]
And it's all yours.
Look, he-- he's not so good
at apologies.
It's really hard for a lot of us
to say that we're sorry,
but the feelings are there.
Right, Macklyn?
- Get out of there
before he snaps your head off.
- Is that a real possibility?
[growling]
♪
[grunts]
[growling]
Pook: [mumbles] Shiny.
[chuckles]
- In all my days!
- I have never heard
of a pook behaving so civilly.
- You said they were
sensitive creatures?
- I should have said
"easily infuriated."
- They'll kill you
for standing up too straight.
- Or blinking
at the wrong time.
- Smelling of garlic.
- Or parting your hair
on the wrong side.
- [stammers] You guys just
let me w-waltz out there?
- What valor, Sir Dwight.
My hat is off to you!
- Henrik?
Oh.
[slaps]
Very funny!
- Madame, you mistake me.
- You never know when you've
taken a joke too far,
you tedious oaf!
Oh.
- I...
- Oh!
Odious, wretched,
infuriating man!
- I don't understand the words
coming from your mouth.
Do you know me?
- Henrik, stop.
Gretta: Auntie Ermie,
this is Macklyn the Fox,
leader of the bandits.
- Bah!
This-this-this
is Lord Henrik,
your godfather
and my husband.
- Uh...
- Everyone said that you
had abandoned me,
but I knew
what you were about,
you silly thing!
[sighs]
He-he always
loved to surprise me.
- That's sweet.
- He would wait
until I least expected it,
and then he'd pop out
and startle me half to death.
- Sounds like him.
- Until Henrik
popping out with a boo
became part
of the routine of life.
I stopped being
startled half to death
and the fun
went out of it for him.
The last time I saw him,
he was departing
for the west country.
He wouldn't tell me
when he'd return.
He only said,
"I'll catch you by surprise."
[voice breaks]
That was 16 years ago.
- But you were surprised.
Lady Ermingarde:
You missed everything!
Do you know how many times
I'd see a pail
or a pot or a hat box
and think you were inside,
about to pop out?
- Time.
Timeout.
Sorry.
We were with you up
until the pail and the pot
and the hat box part,
right, guys?
I mean, the story was weird,
but it was tracking
until that part.
- Well, there's something
that you should know
about your uncle Henrik.
- What?
- Tell them.
- Oh, for the love of...
- Auntie, he can't.
- He doesn't remember.
- I awoke in the woods
one morning,
many years ago,
with no recollection of my li.
No clue to my origin.
Save this.
♪
Huh.
- Uncle Henrik.
You're a shifter.
- I know.
But I have forgotten how.
- I know someone who can
help you reclaim your memory.
- Who?
- A mage.
Wise, powerful.
But unfortunately, expensive.
How soon can you leave?
- Immediately.
- Let's away.
Oh!
Gretta.
I didn't forget you, Piglet.
I just got carried away.
Gretta: It's all right,
Auntie Ermie.
I understand.
- You could come with us,
and when Uncle Henrik
gets his memory back,
we could all go
to the desert island.
Henrik: Pardon, my love?
- I believe I shall be
quite safe here.
I have Baldric.
- A stout-hearted magician.
- And Sir Dwight.
- A mighty champion.
[metal clanging]
In his own way.
She'll be fine.
[chuckles]
♪
[laughter]
- Brigands flying
this way and that way.
- You could barely
raise your sword.
Dwight: I could barely stand!
- And the pook!
- Oh-- Shiny!
[laughter]
Highness!
We forgot the dragon fire!
♪
♪
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everything you need to know...
Man: Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
- You are Macklyn the Fox.
[smack]
- Oh!
Macklyn: I was not
always Macklyn the Fox.
But who I was before,
that is a mystery.
I awoke in the woods
one morning, many years ago.
With no recollection of my life.
No clue to my origin,
save this.
[ominous music]
Man: Macklyn! You're a shifter.
♪
Dwight: This place
brings back memories.
I see Chlodwig left
the wedding decorations up.
- Ugh.
Baldric: I'd say
about 50 feet of rope.
Gretta: Do you think
the dragon is still down ther?
- Listen.
[fire roaring]
- This idea seemed
a lot smarter
back at the house.
- He's right, Highness.
It's too dangerous.
- We've come all this way.
We shall not leave
empty handed.
Baldric: Then I will go alone.
- By no means.
Baldric: I will not put you
in peril for my sake.
- For all our sakes, Baldric.
You really think dragon fire
could repair your scepter?
- I believe it might.
- Then fortune smiles
upon us,
for merely 50 feet beneath
where we stand is a dragon,
furiously spewing fire
at this very moment.
- Lucky us.
- I'm going with you.
- Thank you, Highness.
[dragon growling]
[intense music]
♪
Baldric: You stay here,
Sir Dwight.
You have neither the skills
nor the fortitude
to face a dragon.
- One hundred percent agree.
- Hm.
♪
[dragon growls]
♪
[dragon roars]
♪
♪
[dragon roars]
♪
♪
[dragon roars]
♪
[phone ringtone plays]
[grunting]
[ringtone continues]
- Shh, quiet, stop!
[ringtone continues]
[dragon growls]
[screaming]
- What was that?
- A reminder, Highness.
It's Taco Tuesday.
♪
Dwight: Okay,
so about 1000 years ago,
there was this princess,
Gretta.
And she was in big trouble,
'cause she had lots of enemies
and not a lot of friends.
So her court magician Baldric
cast the champion spell.
It put everyone
in the woods to sleep
until a champion would come,
break the spell with his kiss,
and deal with Gretta's big,
scary enemies.
But that guy never showed up.
Instead, they got me.
[shrieks]
♪
Ow!
♪
- [coughs] Princess Gretta!
- I'm here.
[grunting]
Woman: Gretta?
- Who goes there?
Woman: Is it you?
Gretta: Friend or foe?
- Just like your mum.
- Auntie Ermie?
Baldric: Lady Ermingarde.
- What are you doing down here?
- We must hurry,
Your Ladyship.
A dragon prowls these depths.
- Well, about that.
[chuckles]
So, well you probably
didn't know this about me.
There's no reason you should.
In fact, it's a deeply
guarded secret
only my dearly departed
husband knew.
- Your husband died?
- No, no, just departed.
What I mean to say is,
uh, well...
You see, that dragon.
The thing
about that dragon is...
As it happens,
that dragon is, um...
eh, oh...
- You.
You are a shifter.
- Cool.
- Oh!
Hey!
I got you, I got you.
[panting]
How'd it go?
Hey.
[grunting]
Did you get your fire?
[panting]
[grunting]
Whoa, hey, who...
Who are you?
[grunting]
[panting]
- Lady Ermingarde,
I present to you
Sir Dwight of Woodside.
- Hi.
Gretta: Lady Ermingarde.
My godmother.
- Oh.
Wow.
You guys just ran
into each other down there?
- Auntie Ermie is the dragon.
- Sorry?
- She's a dragon shifter.
- One who can take human
and dragon form.
- Oh.
Cool.
- Exactly what I said.
- Was it you
that brought this rope?
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh.
How many times I wished
for a length of rope
these last months!
- How long have you
been down there?
Lady Ermingarde: When I
heard about your siege,
I came right away,
and I immediately discovered
a legion of orcs undermining
your castle walls.
- We suspected as much.
Lady Ermingarde: Well,
I took care of them
without much trouble,
of course.
But I found myself trapped
in their maze of tunnels.
- You got stuck?
- Don't tell anyone.
Your...
Your castle is in shambles,
Piglet.
Gretta: A lot has happened
since you got stuck in the pits.
- Piglet.
- Uh...
[stammers]
It is a mere silly nickname
from when I was just a tot.
- And you sounded just like
a little piggy when you slept.
[laughter]
- That's wonderful.
[laughter]
- Never mind.
- Remember, Baldric?
- Oh, indeed, indeed.
Lady Ermingarde: Just like
a wee porker.
[snorts like a pig]
- Oh.
[snorting like pigs]
[laughter]
[snorting continues]
- Onto more pressing issues.
[snorting continues still]
- So everyone called her Piglet.
- No one called me that.
Lady Ermingarde: I did!
[laughter]
- Only you.
Lady Ermingarde:
What was I saying?
Oh, yes.
Your castle.
This wouldn't fortify you
against an invasion of bunnies.
- Well, what happened was--
- You can't stay here.
- But...
Auntie Ermie.
- Where is your army?
- They fled during the siege.
- And your allies?
- Uh...
- They have yet to arrive.
- [sighs] Piglet,
go get your things.
- My-my things?
- I know of an island.
Remote.
Forgotten.
Uninhabited.
With a sturdy tower where you
can while away your days
as I patrol the beaches.
You will be absolutely safe.
- But I am safe enough here.
- Safe enough?
You are a princess,
which means your life
will always be
under constant threat.
And you have no one
to protect you.
- Yes, I have.
I have Baldric.
- Magic tricks
will not be enough.
No, no.
You need a warrior.
- I have Sir Dwight.
My champion.
- This squirmy little whelp?
- And here we go.
- [laughs] No, no.
- Don't be fooled.
He has already
defeated a knight,
a troubadour.
- A mob.
- What?
- A varger, and a bandit.
- A wyvern and a witch.
- And a frolic of fairies.
Also, he can ride a bike.
No easy feat.
- Is this true?
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, pretty much.
The bike part, absolutely.
- Hmm.
Gretta: Please, Auntie Ermie.
Just...
Give Sir Dwight the chance
to prove himself.
- [clears throat]
- All right.
But after dinner.
I'm starving.
I've been living
on orc carcasses for months.
- Ew.
- [sighs]
Gretta: Baldric,
show Lady Ermingarde
to the Great Hall,
and let the feasting begin.
- Immediately, Your Highness.
Your Ladyship.
Gretta: Auntie,
Sir Dwight and I
will join you presently.
Lady Ermingarde: Very well.
♪
- She's nice.
- This way.
Hurry!
Try this on.
I'll help you stand up.
- Why?
[groaning]
- Arm up.
[grunting]
If only we had
more time.
- For what?
- For you to gain
50 pounds of muscle.
[grunts]
Become a master swordsman.
Oh, maybe grow a beard.
Can you try to be
a little taller?
[grunts]
- Gretta,
you're freaking out.
- Can you just try to be
a proper champion
just for one day?
She's gonna put me
in a tower,
Dwight, on a desert island.
- I get it, I-I get it.
- Just me
and my dragon godmother
for the rest of my days.
- Okay!
Okay, okay, okay.
Deep breath, deep breath!
[deep breathing]
We are not gonna
let that happen.
We are going to stay calm.
We are going to remember
our breathing,
and no matter what happens,
we are not going to
lose our composure.
♪
[sword unsheaths]
[screams]
♪
- Lower your weapons, yeomen.
- Macklyn the Fox.
- Princess Gretta.
Sir Dwight!
Well met.
- What are you doing here?
- Oh, just a few basic
repairs for now.
Place needs
a great deal of work.
But, hey, free castle.
- You live here?
Macklyn: Only when we're not
robbing poor souls in the woo.
How goes it with you?
- About, you know,
like, normal.
Hey, I got a question
for you,
why are you wearing
a T-ball tournament medal?
- Oh, nice, isn't it?
Just a little trifle
I pickpocketed from a pook.
- Another question.
What's a pook?
- Uh, a kind of forest spirit.
- Okay.
- Sensitive creature.
- Aw.
Macklyn: In the shape
of a monstrously large animal.
Dwight: Now, when you say
monstrously large...
Gretta: Can we just
forget the pook?
You'll know one
when you see one.
- What's amiss, Princess?
- My life is
on the brink of ruin.
[Dwight yelps]
- Ruin, you say?
Sounds like a gripping tale!
[chattering]
Begin at the beginning.
- Uh, no time for that.
- Oh.
Dwight: Well the short version
is that Gretta's godmother
wants to take her
to some desert island
in the middle of nowhere
and stick her in a tower.
- Terrible.
What of your royal treasury?
- Dude.
- By which I mean to say,
how may I give you aid?
- Hand me that thigh plate.
And convince Auntie Ermie
that Sir Dwight is indeed
a mighty champion
with the skills to defend me
from my hoards of enemies.
- Done.
- Oh.
Baldric.
These are delicious!
- Thank you.
Lady Ermingarde: Oh.
Well.
[coughs]
Well.
Oh.
I'm afraid you missed
the spam course
and the cheesy puffs course.
But, you are just in time
for the main dish.
Baldric?
- Oh, yes.
There you go.
- Thank you.
Have a seat.
Mmm.
Piglet, come on.
- Princess.
- Oh.
- Delicious.
- Sir Dwight.
- Cookies for dinner?
- Mm-mm.
- We are about to come
under attack.
Don't fear.
Sir Dwight will handle it.
Lady Ermingarde: Mm!
Mmm.
Yep.
Your cooks have absolutely
outdone themselves.
Every bite is
a savory journey towards--
- Diabesity.
- What's diabe--
- Exactly what it sounds like.
- Sounds delicious.
- Mm-hmm!
What are these?
[arrow whizzes]
♪
- Ah!
[shouting]
Sir Dwight, my champion!
[sighs]
Save us!
- We've come for the princess.
- Oh!
[Dwight groans]
- You are gonna have
to go through me!
Knave!
♪
[grunting]
Yah!
I'm sorry!
- Attack!
[shouting]
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- Is he not...
truly amazing?
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- They are in trouble now.
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Gretta: Whatever
shall we do?
Oh!
He saves the day again.
- Who are you?
- Sir Dwight of Woodside!
- You are he?
The fabled hero?
Sir Dwight the Mighty?
- Oh, yes.
You see that princess over--
Sorry, sorry.
You see that princess
over there?
Nobody's messing
with that princess!
So you best go tell
all your little friends.
Spread the word!
- I shall proclaim it
to the world how by your sword,
you did lay my men lifeless
on the blood-soaked ground.
[screaming]
[stammering]
[growling]
[screaming]
- Shiny!
- And that's a pook.
You're right!
I knew it when I saw it.
[growling]
- What does it want?
Baldric: The princess.
- Oh, good guess, but nope.
- Then what?
- Shiny.
- My medallion?
- Actually,
the pook's medallion.
- Actually,
some T-ball kid's medallion.
Gretta: Sir Dwight would
obviously vanquish this beast
if it weren't that he is...
- Isn't really a knight?
- Just give it back!
- But it's pricessless
beyond measure!
- It's a Little League
participation medal.
I got like, like seven.
You can have all of them.
- Didn't your mother teach you
not to meddle with pooks?
- Leave my mother
out of this, madame.
- Shiny!
- Look, the frog
wants its shiny.
Just get in there
and make this right, man.
[growling]
[panting]
- I can't go out there,
that pook hates my guts.
Pook: Shiny!
- Fine, fine.
I'll mediate.
- Dwight, no!
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Dwight?
- Excuse me?
- Dwight, no!
Dwight: Excuse me!
Hi, Mr. Pook.
I think this is yours.
[grunts]
Or, I guess I should say
I think Timmy Evans
would want you to have it?
- Shiny!
- Yeah, it sure is.
[growling]
And it's all yours.
Look, he-- he's not so good
at apologies.
It's really hard for a lot of us
to say that we're sorry,
but the feelings are there.
Right, Macklyn?
- Get out of there
before he snaps your head off.
- Is that a real possibility?
[growling]
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[grunts]
[growling]
Pook: [mumbles] Shiny.
[chuckles]
- In all my days!
- I have never heard
of a pook behaving so civilly.
- You said they were
sensitive creatures?
- I should have said
"easily infuriated."
- They'll kill you
for standing up too straight.
- Or blinking
at the wrong time.
- Smelling of garlic.
- Or parting your hair
on the wrong side.
- [stammers] You guys just
let me w-waltz out there?
- What valor, Sir Dwight.
My hat is off to you!
- Henrik?
Oh.
[slaps]
Very funny!
- Madame, you mistake me.
- You never know when you've
taken a joke too far,
you tedious oaf!
Oh.
- I...
- Oh!
Odious, wretched,
infuriating man!
- I don't understand the words
coming from your mouth.
Do you know me?
- Henrik, stop.
Gretta: Auntie Ermie,
this is Macklyn the Fox,
leader of the bandits.
- Bah!
This-this-this
is Lord Henrik,
your godfather
and my husband.
- Uh...
- Everyone said that you
had abandoned me,
but I knew
what you were about,
you silly thing!
[sighs]
He-he always
loved to surprise me.
- That's sweet.
- He would wait
until I least expected it,
and then he'd pop out
and startle me half to death.
- Sounds like him.
- Until Henrik
popping out with a boo
became part
of the routine of life.
I stopped being
startled half to death
and the fun
went out of it for him.
The last time I saw him,
he was departing
for the west country.
He wouldn't tell me
when he'd return.
He only said,
"I'll catch you by surprise."
[voice breaks]
That was 16 years ago.
- But you were surprised.
Lady Ermingarde:
You missed everything!
Do you know how many times
I'd see a pail
or a pot or a hat box
and think you were inside,
about to pop out?
- Time.
Timeout.
Sorry.
We were with you up
until the pail and the pot
and the hat box part,
right, guys?
I mean, the story was weird,
but it was tracking
until that part.
- Well, there's something
that you should know
about your uncle Henrik.
- What?
- Tell them.
- Oh, for the love of...
- Auntie, he can't.
- He doesn't remember.
- I awoke in the woods
one morning,
many years ago,
with no recollection of my li.
No clue to my origin.
Save this.
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Huh.
- Uncle Henrik.
You're a shifter.
- I know.
But I have forgotten how.
- I know someone who can
help you reclaim your memory.
- Who?
- A mage.
Wise, powerful.
But unfortunately, expensive.
How soon can you leave?
- Immediately.
- Let's away.
Oh!
Gretta.
I didn't forget you, Piglet.
I just got carried away.
Gretta: It's all right,
Auntie Ermie.
I understand.
- You could come with us,
and when Uncle Henrik
gets his memory back,
we could all go
to the desert island.
Henrik: Pardon, my love?
- I believe I shall be
quite safe here.
I have Baldric.
- A stout-hearted magician.
- And Sir Dwight.
- A mighty champion.
[metal clanging]
In his own way.
She'll be fine.
[chuckles]
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[laughter]
- Brigands flying
this way and that way.
- You could barely
raise your sword.
Dwight: I could barely stand!
- And the pook!
- Oh-- Shiny!
[laughter]
Highness!
We forgot the dragon fire!
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Captioned by BYU tv.