Dwight in Shining Armor (2018–2021): Season 3, Episode 10 - Dead Dead - full transcript
Dwight: Wait,
if there's one bone
from each Tovenaar
all together
in one hiding place...
Gretta: If someone were to find
that hiding place...
Baldric: They could use
the bones to find all the rest.
Sir Aldred: They're all here,
all our brothers.
Every one!
Gretta: There must be a way
to return them to their graves
for good.
- You mean to make them
dead-dead?
Winnie: [speaking Wyvernese]
[Winnie keeps speaking
as Hexela translates.]
Hexela: Every man
in the Tovenaar brotherhood
was marked with a brand burning
in an immortal flame.
The mark of this flame is
what keeps him alive.
Put out the flame.
- Can you get us
to the immortal flame?
- You would embark on a quest
to change the trajectory
of events
and alter the future?
- Uh, yeah.
Yeah.
- You need permission...
from fate.
Dwight: A belly-button owl?
- Have you any water?
- Yeah, sure thing.
I hope you don't mind
distilled water.
From a spring in Tibet.
[owl hooting]
[splat]
Baldric: An owl pellet.
- That means that you...
I didn't think I'd live
to see this day.
At long last, the hour has come.
[ominous music]
[electrical buzzing]
- Better hurry.
The passage will be open
for exactly 23 minutes
and 20 seconds.
Dwight: Why 23 minutes
and 20 seconds?
- No one knows.
Feels random to me.
Dwight: Yeah.
[phone rings]
- Hey Zeke.
- I've got a new theory.
Just go with me
on this one, all right?
Dwight: Can I get you back
in, like, 23 minutes?
- What if something
was buried here,
maybe a long time ago,
and now somebody's
digging it up.
- Interesting.
- Yeah, I know.
Hey, are you home?
- No, I -I'm kinda tied up
right now.
Let me call you back?
'Kay?
Gotta go.
- [sighs]
♪
Dwight: Okay, so about
a thousand 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,
[kiss]
they got me.
Ah!
♪
Ow!
♪
♪
Dwight: 'Kay, we have 22 minutes
and 49 seconds left.
Who's goin'
in the freaky hole?
Gretta: I.
- And I.
- Me too.
- Baldric, Hexela,
you two stay guard here.
Baldric: But Highness.
Gretta: If we fail to return
you two will be the only force
left to fight the Tovenaars.
- You must return, Highness.
Gretta: With Sir Dwight's help
and Prince Chlodwig's,
I shall.
Gretta: Ha!
[zapping]
Chlodwig: Glory to the brave.
[zapping]
- Okay, nope.
Okay, okay, yeah.
Yeah.
Okay.
Here I go.
[zapping]
Dwight: Oh.
[fire crackling]
Dwight: I'm guessing that's...
Gretta: the immortal flame.
As long as it burns,
the Tovenaars
can return to life.
Arnolf: [clearing throat]
Keep these handy.
You'll never know when
you'll desperately want one.
I must be off.
- Off?
Baldric: What if
we need your aid?
- You don't.
And if you do,
that's more
your problem than mine.
- Uh.
Hexela: I never liked him.
Baldric: Mm.
Chlodwig: No time
for dilly-dally.
Gretta: Ah.
[magical noise]
Chlodwig: That ought to do it.
[explosion]
[gasping]
Chlodwig: That ought
to have done it.
- Water from your bladder
won't put it out.
- Good to know.
[trickling water]
Gretta: But maybe...
Water from this very temple.
Chlodwig: We should have
brought a vessel of some sort.
- Well, in my haste,
I didn't think.
Dwight: Oh!
Hey Baldric, you in there?
Baldric: Yes, yes,
we are here, Sir Dwight.
Dwight: You got a bucket
over there?
- Uh, a bucket,
a bucket, a bucket.
We need a bucket.
Hexela: Oh!
Baldric: Where's a bucket?
Why don't we have a bucket?
Oh.
My begonias!
Hexela: Stand back!
[growls]
- Oof!
Ow.
[strangled voice]
Got it, thanks.
All good.
Baldric: Have you found
the immortal flame?
Hexela: Have you put it out?
Sir Aldred: Apparently not.
- [gasps]
Sporg: [Pfft]
Quite obviously not,
or we wouldn't still be
standing here would we?
Gretta: [sigh of relief]
Well done, Sir Dwight.
Dwight: Mm.
Gretta: Thus the Tovenaars
rise no more.
[sizzle]
[explosion]
Gretta: Ah, floof.
- It was a good idea.
We all thought so.
Gretta: We are foiled.
Chlodwig: Twice foiled.
Dwight: And,
running out of time.
Sporg: Is this the witch?
The one?
I see what you mean, brother.
She is ravishing.
Hexela: [giggling]
Oh, stop.
[giggles again]
Aldi-boo.
Baldric: Aldi-boo?
Wha--
- Have you been
telling tales again?
Sporg: You know what to do.
Pretend I'm not here.
And that man.
Pretend we're both not here.
Take her in your arms
and tell her how you feel.
- Yeah, okay.
You know why I'm here, Hexela.
Sporg: Good, good.
Sir Aldred: It's not too late.
Hexela: Oooh.
[growls]
It's 1500 years too late, love.
[cackles]
Baldric: Why- why'd
you call him love?
- I got caught
in the moment.
Chlodwig: How are we to douse
the flame?
Dwight: Maybe
we don't douse it.
Maybe we smother it.
Quick!
Give me your cape thing.
- [sputters]
My cape-- but--
Gretta: Make haste!
Dwight: All right, now all we've
gotta do is lay it over the fire
and pat it out.
- Wha--
- [grunt]
[accelerating flames]
Chlodwig: Wha!
[crackling]
Gretta: Oh.
Thrice-foiled.
- Sorry, man.
- Mummy made me that cape.
Dwight: And I will make you
a new one.
If we live through this.
- Look!
Dwight: There's something
written on it.
Chlodwig: Gibberish to me.
Dwight: Is that...
Chlodwig: Flemish to be sure.
Gretta: It's mage script.
- Hm?
Gretta: A language used
by wizards and mages and...
- Magicians?
- Oh!
Hexela: [laughing triumphantly]
- Baldric!
- Ah.
[coughing]
- Oh.
Good heavens.
Dwight: What?
Gretta: The Tovenaars.
- Ah, geez.
Baldric: We have the situation
well in hand, Princess.
Gretta: I see that.
Well done, witch.
Hexela: Oh, thank you.
[growls]
Sir Aldred:
Let's not fight, Hexie.
You could still join us.
Sporg: We desperately need
a woman's perspective.
- What of the immortal flame?
Gretta: Uh.
Dwight: We've hit
a little snag.
- [rough caw]
[birds calling]
Hexela: [screams]
Baldric: Oh, Hexie!
Hexie!
[zapping]
[surprised groans]
[metal drawing]
Chlodwig: Hold there, villain.
- Oh.
What a lot of bother.
[gasp]
[magical noise]
[squeak]
Dwight: Oh!
Chlodwig.
Baldric: Princess!
[birds calling]
- [rough caw]
[continued cawing]
[gasping]
- That it should end
like this, Baldric.
Baldric: A "fowl" way to die.
- Oh.
[pfft]
- "Fowl" play, to be sure.
Both: [yells]
Hexela: Not today,
you fat-headed harpie!
Baldric: No need
for "fowl" language.
[laughs]
Hexela: [gasps]
Baldric: The lapse candle!
Dwight: Chlodwig!
[squeaking]
- You have proven
worthy adversaries.
So, the choice is yours.
I can do most any mammal,
bird or amphibian.
Reptiles elude me, I'm afraid.
[chuckles]
- Uhhh.
- Together!
I'll hold it, you light it.
Baldric: Yes.
- Ferret it is!
- [gasp]
Hexela: [breathing heavily]
Quickly!
You see to this villain.
Baldric: Gladly.
- I'll be back.
[zapping]
Hexela: Whoo!
[breathing heavily]
Oh.
Baldric: [grunts]
Hexela: [grunts]
Sir Dwight.
Come along, you big lug.
Baldric: [grunt]
Oh.
Hurry, Hexie!
The candle is melting
quickly.
Hexela: [strained]
But a moment love.
Huh.
Oh.
[breathing heavily]
Baldric: Oh.
[stammering]
Quickly, quickly.
[blows]
[cawing]
Baldric and Hexela: [laughing]
- Tabs are due!
- Ah!
[magical noise]
Dwight: [scared noises]
- Dwight!
Dwight: Am I a ferret?
Sir Aldred: [chittering]
Dwight: Oh, oh, I just.
- Never question fate.
Baldric: What else have you
got in there?
Hexela: Uhhhh.
Oh, just a human finger.
Baldric: Oh.
- Baldric!
Quickly we need you.
Sporg: [crowing]
Dwight: Guys.
Sporg: [crowing]
[poof]
[screaming]
[metallic draw]
Sir Aldred: Not good enough,
little princess.
Dwight: [yelling]
- You made an enemy
of the birds.
- [screaming]
Hexela: Light the candle,
Baldric!
Baldric: I'm trying!
Dwight: [screaming in fear]
Gretta: Ah!
[thump]
Gretta: Dwight!
- We need a flame!
- Ah!
Baldric: Ah!
Dwight: Stop, drop and roll!
Stop, drop and roll!
Waiter: Would you like another?
Dwight: [small screams
of fear]
Baldric: The blaze is out,
Sir Dwight.
- Uh.
Baldric: It's melting away.
Hurry!
- What?
- Aaah!
[zapping]
Dwight: Aaah!
[zapping]
- Ah!
Over here.
Baldric: Oh.
There's something written
on it.
Baldric: Uh, in mage script.
Dwight: Can you read it?
- Uh, this flame
may never be extinguished.
- Great.
Baldric: Except by one
whose heart is just.
Dwight: Ah, geez.
- Uh, by a boy
whose parents fell from the sky,
who aided a wyvern,
who escorted a ghost,
- 'Kay.
Baldric: Who freed a wish,
- Uh-huh.
Baldric: who lives
with his grandmother.
- Wow.
Baldric: Whose eyes are brown.
Dwight: Yeah, yeah, okay,
we get it.
It's me.
- It is you.
Ha!
Ha, ha.
Huh?
- [stammering]
Uh.
- Ha, ha!
[flame roars]
Oh, oh, oh.
We angered it.
- Oh, come on!
- Wait, wait, wait!
There's more.
And only with pure water
from the heights of the...
the heights of the Himalayas.
- [sigh]
Turns out, not a problem.
- Huh?
Where?
- [grunt]
Baldric: Thank you.
This is for you, Highness.
Ha, ha.
- [frantic breathes]
Hexela: [screams]
[birds wings beating]
- Baldric!
Gretta: [yell of fury]
[thump]
Sir Aldred: Ah!
- [laughs]
Gretta: Baldric!
- I got it!
Sir Aldred: No!
- Princess!
Sir Aldred: Just... hear me out.
You don't want to be
some princess's champion
for the rest of your life.
Think about it.
You could join us.
Be part of the most
powerful brotherhood
to ever dominate the world.
- I'm good, man.
[sizzle]
Sir Aldred: [screams]
[magical sigh]
- [screaming]
Sporg: [cackling]
Oo.
[poof]
- Hellibad?
Gretta: [gasping breathing]
- Thus the Tovenaars rise
no more.
[weary breaths]
Chlodwig: Well done, Sir Dwight.
Gretta: I don't understand.
Baldric: Only one could
extinguish the immortal flame.
- You.
- Never question fate.
- Guys!
Run!
Baldric: Ah!
Gretta: No.
All: [yelling]
[groans]
- Oh!
All: [laughing]
- Whoa!
Hexela: [gasps]
[sighs]
Down you go, big boy.
[screams]
Oh not!
Oh not.
Whoo!
Here love.
All right, this is your friend.
There you are.
Oh, friends.
Oh, friends.
[thwap]
Zeke: Oh!
Baldric: Mm.
- What the?
Ow!!
Dwight: You okay, man?
- Uh, yeah, yeah.
[exhales]
[noises of disbelief]
Did-did you guys see
the-the-the bird migration?
Dwight: No.
Hexela: Not really.
Dwight: Missed it.
All right.
There you go.
It has a topical pain reliever
in it too,
so hopefully it helps.
- Remarkable.
Dwight: Along
with antibiotic ointment.
- You are remarkable,
Sir Dwight.
My eleventh great grandfather
Osric the Grim began the battle
with the Tovenaars.
Then today it was finished
all because of you.
- Not just me.
[fanfare]
Gretta: Kneel, Sir Knight.
- Me?
Oh, okay, yeah.
Gretta: For your deeds
of valor in the face
of certain destruction,
for your glorious courage
in the maw of death,
and for your mighty stand
against the brotherhood
of Tovenaars,
I name this day
Sir Dwight Day.
- Uh.
Gretta: And I bestow upon you
this chaplet of honor.
- Wow.
Um.
Gretta: And may he be known
forevermore
as Sir Dwight,
Desolator of the Undead.
Hexela, Baldric, Chlodwig:
Hail Sir Dwight,
Desolator of the Undead.
Chlodwig: [chuckles]
- Um.
- Rise Sir Knight.
Dwight: Thanks guys.
Okay, for real.
It can't get any worse
than that, right?
Hexela, Baldric, Chlodwig:
[uncomfortable laughter]
No. No.
[uncomfortable laughter
continues]
♪
if there's one bone
from each Tovenaar
all together
in one hiding place...
Gretta: If someone were to find
that hiding place...
Baldric: They could use
the bones to find all the rest.
Sir Aldred: They're all here,
all our brothers.
Every one!
Gretta: There must be a way
to return them to their graves
for good.
- You mean to make them
dead-dead?
Winnie: [speaking Wyvernese]
[Winnie keeps speaking
as Hexela translates.]
Hexela: Every man
in the Tovenaar brotherhood
was marked with a brand burning
in an immortal flame.
The mark of this flame is
what keeps him alive.
Put out the flame.
- Can you get us
to the immortal flame?
- You would embark on a quest
to change the trajectory
of events
and alter the future?
- Uh, yeah.
Yeah.
- You need permission...
from fate.
Dwight: A belly-button owl?
- Have you any water?
- Yeah, sure thing.
I hope you don't mind
distilled water.
From a spring in Tibet.
[owl hooting]
[splat]
Baldric: An owl pellet.
- That means that you...
I didn't think I'd live
to see this day.
At long last, the hour has come.
[ominous music]
[electrical buzzing]
- Better hurry.
The passage will be open
for exactly 23 minutes
and 20 seconds.
Dwight: Why 23 minutes
and 20 seconds?
- No one knows.
Feels random to me.
Dwight: Yeah.
[phone rings]
- Hey Zeke.
- I've got a new theory.
Just go with me
on this one, all right?
Dwight: Can I get you back
in, like, 23 minutes?
- What if something
was buried here,
maybe a long time ago,
and now somebody's
digging it up.
- Interesting.
- Yeah, I know.
Hey, are you home?
- No, I -I'm kinda tied up
right now.
Let me call you back?
'Kay?
Gotta go.
- [sighs]
♪
Dwight: Okay, so about
a thousand 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,
[kiss]
they got me.
Ah!
♪
Ow!
♪
♪
Dwight: 'Kay, we have 22 minutes
and 49 seconds left.
Who's goin'
in the freaky hole?
Gretta: I.
- And I.
- Me too.
- Baldric, Hexela,
you two stay guard here.
Baldric: But Highness.
Gretta: If we fail to return
you two will be the only force
left to fight the Tovenaars.
- You must return, Highness.
Gretta: With Sir Dwight's help
and Prince Chlodwig's,
I shall.
Gretta: Ha!
[zapping]
Chlodwig: Glory to the brave.
[zapping]
- Okay, nope.
Okay, okay, yeah.
Yeah.
Okay.
Here I go.
[zapping]
Dwight: Oh.
[fire crackling]
Dwight: I'm guessing that's...
Gretta: the immortal flame.
As long as it burns,
the Tovenaars
can return to life.
Arnolf: [clearing throat]
Keep these handy.
You'll never know when
you'll desperately want one.
I must be off.
- Off?
Baldric: What if
we need your aid?
- You don't.
And if you do,
that's more
your problem than mine.
- Uh.
Hexela: I never liked him.
Baldric: Mm.
Chlodwig: No time
for dilly-dally.
Gretta: Ah.
[magical noise]
Chlodwig: That ought to do it.
[explosion]
[gasping]
Chlodwig: That ought
to have done it.
- Water from your bladder
won't put it out.
- Good to know.
[trickling water]
Gretta: But maybe...
Water from this very temple.
Chlodwig: We should have
brought a vessel of some sort.
- Well, in my haste,
I didn't think.
Dwight: Oh!
Hey Baldric, you in there?
Baldric: Yes, yes,
we are here, Sir Dwight.
Dwight: You got a bucket
over there?
- Uh, a bucket,
a bucket, a bucket.
We need a bucket.
Hexela: Oh!
Baldric: Where's a bucket?
Why don't we have a bucket?
Oh.
My begonias!
Hexela: Stand back!
[growls]
- Oof!
Ow.
[strangled voice]
Got it, thanks.
All good.
Baldric: Have you found
the immortal flame?
Hexela: Have you put it out?
Sir Aldred: Apparently not.
- [gasps]
Sporg: [Pfft]
Quite obviously not,
or we wouldn't still be
standing here would we?
Gretta: [sigh of relief]
Well done, Sir Dwight.
Dwight: Mm.
Gretta: Thus the Tovenaars
rise no more.
[sizzle]
[explosion]
Gretta: Ah, floof.
- It was a good idea.
We all thought so.
Gretta: We are foiled.
Chlodwig: Twice foiled.
Dwight: And,
running out of time.
Sporg: Is this the witch?
The one?
I see what you mean, brother.
She is ravishing.
Hexela: [giggling]
Oh, stop.
[giggles again]
Aldi-boo.
Baldric: Aldi-boo?
Wha--
- Have you been
telling tales again?
Sporg: You know what to do.
Pretend I'm not here.
And that man.
Pretend we're both not here.
Take her in your arms
and tell her how you feel.
- Yeah, okay.
You know why I'm here, Hexela.
Sporg: Good, good.
Sir Aldred: It's not too late.
Hexela: Oooh.
[growls]
It's 1500 years too late, love.
[cackles]
Baldric: Why- why'd
you call him love?
- I got caught
in the moment.
Chlodwig: How are we to douse
the flame?
Dwight: Maybe
we don't douse it.
Maybe we smother it.
Quick!
Give me your cape thing.
- [sputters]
My cape-- but--
Gretta: Make haste!
Dwight: All right, now all we've
gotta do is lay it over the fire
and pat it out.
- Wha--
- [grunt]
[accelerating flames]
Chlodwig: Wha!
[crackling]
Gretta: Oh.
Thrice-foiled.
- Sorry, man.
- Mummy made me that cape.
Dwight: And I will make you
a new one.
If we live through this.
- Look!
Dwight: There's something
written on it.
Chlodwig: Gibberish to me.
Dwight: Is that...
Chlodwig: Flemish to be sure.
Gretta: It's mage script.
- Hm?
Gretta: A language used
by wizards and mages and...
- Magicians?
- Oh!
Hexela: [laughing triumphantly]
- Baldric!
- Ah.
[coughing]
- Oh.
Good heavens.
Dwight: What?
Gretta: The Tovenaars.
- Ah, geez.
Baldric: We have the situation
well in hand, Princess.
Gretta: I see that.
Well done, witch.
Hexela: Oh, thank you.
[growls]
Sir Aldred:
Let's not fight, Hexie.
You could still join us.
Sporg: We desperately need
a woman's perspective.
- What of the immortal flame?
Gretta: Uh.
Dwight: We've hit
a little snag.
- [rough caw]
[birds calling]
Hexela: [screams]
Baldric: Oh, Hexie!
Hexie!
[zapping]
[surprised groans]
[metal drawing]
Chlodwig: Hold there, villain.
- Oh.
What a lot of bother.
[gasp]
[magical noise]
[squeak]
Dwight: Oh!
Chlodwig.
Baldric: Princess!
[birds calling]
- [rough caw]
[continued cawing]
[gasping]
- That it should end
like this, Baldric.
Baldric: A "fowl" way to die.
- Oh.
[pfft]
- "Fowl" play, to be sure.
Both: [yells]
Hexela: Not today,
you fat-headed harpie!
Baldric: No need
for "fowl" language.
[laughs]
Hexela: [gasps]
Baldric: The lapse candle!
Dwight: Chlodwig!
[squeaking]
- You have proven
worthy adversaries.
So, the choice is yours.
I can do most any mammal,
bird or amphibian.
Reptiles elude me, I'm afraid.
[chuckles]
- Uhhh.
- Together!
I'll hold it, you light it.
Baldric: Yes.
- Ferret it is!
- [gasp]
Hexela: [breathing heavily]
Quickly!
You see to this villain.
Baldric: Gladly.
- I'll be back.
[zapping]
Hexela: Whoo!
[breathing heavily]
Oh.
Baldric: [grunts]
Hexela: [grunts]
Sir Dwight.
Come along, you big lug.
Baldric: [grunt]
Oh.
Hurry, Hexie!
The candle is melting
quickly.
Hexela: [strained]
But a moment love.
Huh.
Oh.
[breathing heavily]
Baldric: Oh.
[stammering]
Quickly, quickly.
[blows]
[cawing]
Baldric and Hexela: [laughing]
- Tabs are due!
- Ah!
[magical noise]
Dwight: [scared noises]
- Dwight!
Dwight: Am I a ferret?
Sir Aldred: [chittering]
Dwight: Oh, oh, I just.
- Never question fate.
Baldric: What else have you
got in there?
Hexela: Uhhhh.
Oh, just a human finger.
Baldric: Oh.
- Baldric!
Quickly we need you.
Sporg: [crowing]
Dwight: Guys.
Sporg: [crowing]
[poof]
[screaming]
[metallic draw]
Sir Aldred: Not good enough,
little princess.
Dwight: [yelling]
- You made an enemy
of the birds.
- [screaming]
Hexela: Light the candle,
Baldric!
Baldric: I'm trying!
Dwight: [screaming in fear]
Gretta: Ah!
[thump]
Gretta: Dwight!
- We need a flame!
- Ah!
Baldric: Ah!
Dwight: Stop, drop and roll!
Stop, drop and roll!
Waiter: Would you like another?
Dwight: [small screams
of fear]
Baldric: The blaze is out,
Sir Dwight.
- Uh.
Baldric: It's melting away.
Hurry!
- What?
- Aaah!
[zapping]
Dwight: Aaah!
[zapping]
- Ah!
Over here.
Baldric: Oh.
There's something written
on it.
Baldric: Uh, in mage script.
Dwight: Can you read it?
- Uh, this flame
may never be extinguished.
- Great.
Baldric: Except by one
whose heart is just.
Dwight: Ah, geez.
- Uh, by a boy
whose parents fell from the sky,
who aided a wyvern,
who escorted a ghost,
- 'Kay.
Baldric: Who freed a wish,
- Uh-huh.
Baldric: who lives
with his grandmother.
- Wow.
Baldric: Whose eyes are brown.
Dwight: Yeah, yeah, okay,
we get it.
It's me.
- It is you.
Ha!
Ha, ha.
Huh?
- [stammering]
Uh.
- Ha, ha!
[flame roars]
Oh, oh, oh.
We angered it.
- Oh, come on!
- Wait, wait, wait!
There's more.
And only with pure water
from the heights of the...
the heights of the Himalayas.
- [sigh]
Turns out, not a problem.
- Huh?
Where?
- [grunt]
Baldric: Thank you.
This is for you, Highness.
Ha, ha.
- [frantic breathes]
Hexela: [screams]
[birds wings beating]
- Baldric!
Gretta: [yell of fury]
[thump]
Sir Aldred: Ah!
- [laughs]
Gretta: Baldric!
- I got it!
Sir Aldred: No!
- Princess!
Sir Aldred: Just... hear me out.
You don't want to be
some princess's champion
for the rest of your life.
Think about it.
You could join us.
Be part of the most
powerful brotherhood
to ever dominate the world.
- I'm good, man.
[sizzle]
Sir Aldred: [screams]
[magical sigh]
- [screaming]
Sporg: [cackling]
Oo.
[poof]
- Hellibad?
Gretta: [gasping breathing]
- Thus the Tovenaars rise
no more.
[weary breaths]
Chlodwig: Well done, Sir Dwight.
Gretta: I don't understand.
Baldric: Only one could
extinguish the immortal flame.
- You.
- Never question fate.
- Guys!
Run!
Baldric: Ah!
Gretta: No.
All: [yelling]
[groans]
- Oh!
All: [laughing]
- Whoa!
Hexela: [gasps]
[sighs]
Down you go, big boy.
[screams]
Oh not!
Oh not.
Whoo!
Here love.
All right, this is your friend.
There you are.
Oh, friends.
Oh, friends.
[thwap]
Zeke: Oh!
Baldric: Mm.
- What the?
Ow!!
Dwight: You okay, man?
- Uh, yeah, yeah.
[exhales]
[noises of disbelief]
Did-did you guys see
the-the-the bird migration?
Dwight: No.
Hexela: Not really.
Dwight: Missed it.
All right.
There you go.
It has a topical pain reliever
in it too,
so hopefully it helps.
- Remarkable.
Dwight: Along
with antibiotic ointment.
- You are remarkable,
Sir Dwight.
My eleventh great grandfather
Osric the Grim began the battle
with the Tovenaars.
Then today it was finished
all because of you.
- Not just me.
[fanfare]
Gretta: Kneel, Sir Knight.
- Me?
Oh, okay, yeah.
Gretta: For your deeds
of valor in the face
of certain destruction,
for your glorious courage
in the maw of death,
and for your mighty stand
against the brotherhood
of Tovenaars,
I name this day
Sir Dwight Day.
- Uh.
Gretta: And I bestow upon you
this chaplet of honor.
- Wow.
Um.
Gretta: And may he be known
forevermore
as Sir Dwight,
Desolator of the Undead.
Hexela, Baldric, Chlodwig:
Hail Sir Dwight,
Desolator of the Undead.
Chlodwig: [chuckles]
- Um.
- Rise Sir Knight.
Dwight: Thanks guys.
Okay, for real.
It can't get any worse
than that, right?
Hexela, Baldric, Chlodwig:
[uncomfortable laughter]
No. No.
[uncomfortable laughter
continues]
♪