Niko and the Sword of Light (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - The Forest of Fangs - full transcript
Niko and his friends search for an ancient lorekeeper to learn more about the Amulet of Power.
- [Narrator] Previously on
Niko and the Sword of Light.
- What does this darkness want?
- You must retrieve
the amulet of power.
- Nar Est!
- [Sargous]
She escaped the globe.
(laughing)
(screaming)
- [Niko] I had a vision.
The amulet is what
Nar Est seeks.
- You must go to
the Forest of Fangs
and locate Windcrag
the Lore Keeper.
- [Niko]
It's Chompsky!
Our new quest awaits!
(dramatic orchestral music)
I'm Niko, and this
is my sword of light!
I am here to protect my people,
and defeat the darkness forever!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic drumbeats)
(dramatic drumbeats)
(snoring)
(screaming)
(engine roaring)
Commodore Chompsky's
flying machine
would be no match for you
if your wing was
uninjured, friend Flicker!
(grunting)
With the darkness gone,
everything is so
beautiful again!
- All the more reason to
protect it, Queen Lyra.
I'll have you at the
Forest of Fangs in no time.
- Is there no way to make
your flying machine go faster?
- Well, I did invent a steam
blast system as a booster,
but it's untested, so--
- Can I press the button?
(buzzing)
(alarm beeping)
(growling)
- [Chompsky]
Hold on to your shells!
(screaming)
- Awesomeness!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(engine roaring)
- Chompsky,
stop this craz thing!
(alarm beeping)
- [Chompsky] I can't!
(engine roaring)
(growling)
- [Niko] Flicker, your wing!
(whirring)
(grunting)
- [Niko] Ugh!
- [Lyra] All right, Flicker!
- It's helping.
We'll crash, I mean land,
at a much better angle now.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music)
(gasping)
- Sweet, sweet dirta firma!
Oh, how I've missed you!
- Are you alright, Flicker?
Please be alright.
(growling)
- At least we made it
to the Forest of Fangs.
- Are you sure?
(squealing and hissing)
(screaming)
- Pretty sure.
(screaming)
- Excellent!
If something wants to eat us,
then our quest has truly begun.
(grumbling)
- It seems Flicker
won't be joining us.
- Smart guy. You know what,
I'll stay to make sure
his cocoonerations
are going cocoonily.
- Nonsense, Mandok.
The group will need your
keen survival skills.
I'll keep an eye on Flicker
while I make my repairs.
- Get better, friend Flicker.
(grumbling)
- Uh, just how big
is he gonna get?
(upbeat woodwind and
percussion music)
- There, now everyone
will be looking
for a mustachioed fellow.
Hm, do I look more
menacing with a goatee?
(grunting)
This is intolerable!
The darkness gives me a key
to get the amulet of power,
but no directions
to actually find it!
(upbeat woodwind and
percussion music)
Oh, how low I've sunk.
My feet hurt, my robes itch,
and why is everyone
so angry at me?
- Maybe because of the
whole cursing the world
with an eternal plague
of darkness thing?
- Huh?
Oh, right.
(squeaking)
(creepy music)
(hissing)
(grunting)
(screaming)
(grunting)
- This must be it.
(ominous music)
(knocking on door)
Hello.
Is anyone here?
- Perhaps we are
at the wrong place.
- I haven't seen any other
creepy shacks, have you?
- Could it be we came
all this way for nothing?
Maybe she's not here--
- [Windcrag] Go away!
Windcrag's not here.
- I do believe someone in
there is trying to trick us.
- Lore keeper, Windcrag, I
am Queen Lyra of Kurandole.
We come to you for council
on a most urgent matter.
- [Windcrag] Yeah
yeah, urgent matter.
Boo hoo.
What's in it for me?
- The satisfaction of sharing
your bounty of knowledge
and helping us save the world.
- [Windcrag] I'd pass.
- Please, lore keeper.
Sargous said you would help.
- Sargous, eh?
Now there was a human
with some stories to tell.
We used to play Hoppity
Dunk back in the day.
Ugh, fine.
But if I let you in to
bore me with your substory
you gotta follow my rules.
If you do anything dumb,
you got a bonk.
You do something
I don't like, bonk.
And if you dare sass
me, guess what you get.
- Is it a bonk?
- Bull's eye.
You get no pass for sass.
- Can you define
what sass would be?
- Bonk.
- Ow.
- Whatever I say
it is, short stuff.
(ominous music)
You seem young for a queen.
- And yet she is excellent.
- Bonk.
- Ow.
- Don't interrupt.
Why are you here?
- We need any lore or legends
about the amulet of power
and where to find it.
- [Windcrag] Can't do it.
- Please, lore keeper, Windcrag.
- I said can't, not won't.
I need three things
to say the lore.
A pouch of gin sweet sap, a
garlica flower,
and a perfect bread melon.
And I need them before
the noon day sun.
- Probably need it for a spell.
- She does seem witchified.
- Bonk.
- Ow.
- Just point us in
the right direction
and we'll get those
things for you right away.
- Please.
I don't trust you
three to hang laundry,
much less pick a
perfect bread melon.
I'm coming.
- Can we partake in the eating
of this perfect bread melon
after finding it?
- What do you think?
- No.
(playful music)
- Done, and done.
Prepare to be impressed
as I use my abundant linguistic
gifts to end my hunger.
Oh look, Rasper, a Cutie-Pootie.
How delightful.
I kept one as a pet
when I was a child.
Ey pi pi pi pi.
(growling)
Yes, mine did that too.
(clearing throat)
Might I say, you have the
most aromatic combo plate
in all the land.
Unfortunately, I am a tad
sort of funds at the moment.
- And soap.
- I can however offer a variety
of valuable services in trade.
- Cash.
- Perhaps a locator spell.
I can find the shirt
you seem to have lost.
- Cash.
- A recitation of dark poetry?
- Cash.
- I think he wants cash.
- [Doris] It is.
I told you it's him.
- You're right.
It's totally
the High Dark Lord Nar Est.
- Silence.
Of all my minions,
why are these three the
ones that keep coming back?
- Um, good sir,
who we don't know
and are just meeting
for the first time ever.
- Smooth.
- We want to be re-monsterized.
Can you do it, huh?
Can you?
- Of course.
I can definitely turn you back
into a fearsome
three-headed minion,
if you were to procure
me some sustenance.
- It means he wants
something to eat.
We've been there.
Sometimes you'd do
anything for a meal.
Am I right?
(ominous music)
- Careful, precious cargo here.
Lower me as if my
leg depends on it.
Because it does.
- Careful with my gin sweet sap.
You press the thistle too
hard, it sours the sap.
Press too light, you
don't get any sap.
But you get a bonk.
- Ew ew.
This is much more goopy
than the old described it.
- Am I hearing sass?
- Not sass, your
lore keepership.
Sap. I got the gin sweet sap.
Alright, pull me up.
- You wanna do this
carefully, because that vine--
- Mandok, we shall assist you.
- Niko, wait.
-(screaming)
- Is a rubber sling vine.
(screaming)
(grunting)
- Hey, is that?
(coughing)
- Oh look, queeny
found a garlica flower.
(laughing)
(sniffing)
- Did you ever P-U?
(coughing)
- Everyone keep up.
You can hang back a little.
(soft music)
Oh, there she is.
My bread melon.
Foolish boy.
The reason I didn't
get it myself
is the giant breadtroll
sitting right there.
- Why is it waiting there
like some kind of
petrified codex.
- For a bread melon to
achieve perfect ripening,
it must fall naturally
but not hit the ground.
Of this one thing,
I am an expert.
- Point is, anyone
tries to take that melon
gets pounded to bits.
- Can't we just pick you
one of those fine
looking bread melons?
- Nah.
I need that one.
And remember,
the clock's ticking.
- Looks like we have
to figure out a way
to distract that breadtroll.
(groaning)
- Now, minions,
you will impersonate me
in all my villainous glory,
whilst Rasper and I steal
a delectable combo plate.
- Lord Nar Est, why
didn't you use your powers
to get your combo plate?
Or anything else you want?
- Because he has no
power without his--
- Quite, you loon.
He means I'm unlikely to wield
my power until I've eaten.
Now then, off you go.
- [Doris]
All hail Nar Est,
the High Lord of
darkness and evil.
- Hey, isn't that the scary
guy from the wanted posters?
- The one with the big reward?
- Be afraid.
Super duper, very afraid of me.
Would you guys stop moving?
I'm trying to be menacing.
Whoa.
- That's not Nar Est.
It's just three
vermin acting crazy.
(laughing)
(growling)
- There there, easy now.
Easy.
Get it off me, get it off me.
(screaming)
That is it.
I'm the real Nar Est,
and you would all better
bow down before me.
- That's not Nar Est either.
He has a menacing goatee.
You're just a crazy liar.
- Wait. What?
I drew that on myself.
See?
I'm the one and
only true Nar Est.
I command the darkness
and I'm evil incarnate.
And you will give
me a combo plate.
(growling)
Say cash and I will turn
you into a slime mute.
Try me.
- Cash.
(people chattering)
- Stay back.
One more step and I will
release my darkest spell.
(screaming)
- Get him.
- Get him.
- So when do we
get re-monsterized?
(chuckling)
- Perhaps I can
make the breadtroll
follow me down a
huge water slide.
- You just wanna go on a
water slide, don't you?
- (chuckling)
Yes.
What if I lore it to sleep
by playing my
Harpsichord of Light?
- That can make it mad.
- At this rate, I'll
never get my bread melon.
You, over here.
How would you like
some delicious taffy?
- You know, you may be
hard shelled on the outside
but you are--
(whistling)
(growling)
(whistling)
What's this?
What is happening?
- It's called whistle taffy.
Makes you sound like
a whistling melon.
The only thing breadtrolls
like more than bread melon.
Let's get running.
(growling)
-(whistling)
-(screaming)
(thumping)
(screaming)
- Get the melon.
I'll help Mandok.
-(screaming)
-(growling)
Stop.
-(growling)
-(screaming)
(groaning)
-(screaming)
-(whistling)
(grunting)
(gasping)
- No.
(grunting)
(growling)
(thumping)
- Uh oh.
(growling)
(grunting)
(growling)
(groaning)
- You will not hurt this perfect
bread melon or my friends.
(growling)
(whistling)
- I don't think your
magic can hurt him, Niko.
(screaming)
- Hey, breadtroll.
Over here.
- Three juicy bread
melons coming up.
(laughing)
- What a show.
- Oh sure, real funny.
-(whistling)
-How do you stop it?
-(whistling)
-Oh.
(gulping)
Uh, better.
(ominous music)
(people chattering)
- This is how the mighty fall.
Not in a huge puddle
but hiding in a bush.
- Ehm, you lost a high
puddle too, remember?
(groaning)
- [Man] I think I
hear them over there.
(screaming)
- Fine time for you to show up.
I could have used you--
(screaming)
Oh, oh.
Did you see that?
It made me fall.
- I think it just saved us.
- I suppose it can be forgiven.
Shoo shoo.
I am in no mood, Whispy.
- It wants us to go that way.
- Fine.
(ominous music)
- A garlica flower.
A pouch of gin sweet sap.
And a perfect bread melon.
(gulping)
- What does it tell you,
most mysterious lore keeper?
- Nothing, I was hungry.
I get cranky if I don't
eat before the high sun.
- This was lunch?
(gasping)
Just asking, just asking.
- I got something to say.
Sit down and listen.
The magic in this world
needs something to focus it.
- [Lyra] A crystal.
- Right-o, queeny.
The more powerful the crystal,
the more the abilities
of a mage are amplified.
The amulet of power was
the most powerful crystal
this world had ever seen,
increasing magical
gifts 1,000 times.
With it, the crystal mages
did wondrous things.
But it also caused
jealousy, greed,
and a battle that
nearly broke the world.
- (gasping)
This.
This is what I saw in my vision.
- After, the survivors decided
that the amulet was too
powerful to be ever used again.
So they locked it inside
the Forgotten Fortress.
- For which Nar Est
now has the key.
- How come I've never heard
of this Forgotten Fortress?
If that amulet's so valuable,
believe me, I would have.
- That's the point.
The Forgotten Fortress'
enchantment is so strong
it can be forgotten.
No one remembered where it was.
So a map was made.
But for safe keeping the map
was broken into four pieces.
Each of the four pieces
was guarded in secret
and this task was handed down
from generation to generation.
Until they too forgot.
- But how can we
find these pieces
if they are so very forgettable?
- The locations were
put into a rhyme.
But over the long years,
its true meaning was lost.
One star flies in
the Sky Whale high.
- It's the Hoppity Dunk rhyme.
One star flies in
the Sky Whale high.
Two stars sleep
in the Tower Keep.
Three stars nest in
the Molten Crest.
Four stars walk with
the Bower that talks.
All together, all together
then your path will shine.
The greatest power in the
world is yours alone to find.
The rhyme is really
about the map pieces
to the amulet of power.
- Perhaps this shall be
easier than we thought.
- Bonk.
- Ow.
- Don't be so sure.
The rhyme may tell
you where to look
but that doesn't
mean those map pieces
will be easy to find
when you get there.
Those pieces were
hidden for a reason.
Remember that.
You can't stay sassy.
Now go.
I need a nap.
(burping)
- Good as new.
I only caught fire
once during my repairs.
- Good.
'Cause we've got
some flying to do.
- Greeting, friend Flicker.
Are you well?
(grunting)
- Niko, get back.
He's gonna be the size
of a Mutanosaurus.
(laughing)
- Flicker's changed back
to the way he started.
- Well, not exactly
but I'll take it.
- Let's go, Commodore.
One star flies in
the sky whale high.
We have a sky whale to find.
- The Sky Whale?
- Any chance we can do
that without catching fire,
crashing or exploding?
- I make no promises.
(inspiring music)
(groaning)
- Such a waste of time.
All this trudging about
when we don't know where--
(gasping)
Oh my.
This is where that fool
Sargous made his champions.
Whispy, you are so clever.
- Oh, what a dump.
Somebody busted it up good.
- That can be rectified.
- Yes, Lord.
If you fix it, we can
make our own champion.
No one would push
us around anymore.
- That's precisely
what I intend to do.
I'm going to make a champion.
A dark champion.
With that by my side,
nothing can stop me.
The amulet of
power will be mine.
(laughing)
(inspiring music)
- Chirp.
Niko and the Sword of Light.
- What does this darkness want?
- You must retrieve
the amulet of power.
- Nar Est!
- [Sargous]
She escaped the globe.
(laughing)
(screaming)
- [Niko] I had a vision.
The amulet is what
Nar Est seeks.
- You must go to
the Forest of Fangs
and locate Windcrag
the Lore Keeper.
- [Niko]
It's Chompsky!
Our new quest awaits!
(dramatic orchestral music)
I'm Niko, and this
is my sword of light!
I am here to protect my people,
and defeat the darkness forever!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic drumbeats)
(dramatic drumbeats)
(snoring)
(screaming)
(engine roaring)
Commodore Chompsky's
flying machine
would be no match for you
if your wing was
uninjured, friend Flicker!
(grunting)
With the darkness gone,
everything is so
beautiful again!
- All the more reason to
protect it, Queen Lyra.
I'll have you at the
Forest of Fangs in no time.
- Is there no way to make
your flying machine go faster?
- Well, I did invent a steam
blast system as a booster,
but it's untested, so--
- Can I press the button?
(buzzing)
(alarm beeping)
(growling)
- [Chompsky]
Hold on to your shells!
(screaming)
- Awesomeness!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(engine roaring)
- Chompsky,
stop this craz thing!
(alarm beeping)
- [Chompsky] I can't!
(engine roaring)
(growling)
- [Niko] Flicker, your wing!
(whirring)
(grunting)
- [Niko] Ugh!
- [Lyra] All right, Flicker!
- It's helping.
We'll crash, I mean land,
at a much better angle now.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music)
(gasping)
- Sweet, sweet dirta firma!
Oh, how I've missed you!
- Are you alright, Flicker?
Please be alright.
(growling)
- At least we made it
to the Forest of Fangs.
- Are you sure?
(squealing and hissing)
(screaming)
- Pretty sure.
(screaming)
- Excellent!
If something wants to eat us,
then our quest has truly begun.
(grumbling)
- It seems Flicker
won't be joining us.
- Smart guy. You know what,
I'll stay to make sure
his cocoonerations
are going cocoonily.
- Nonsense, Mandok.
The group will need your
keen survival skills.
I'll keep an eye on Flicker
while I make my repairs.
- Get better, friend Flicker.
(grumbling)
- Uh, just how big
is he gonna get?
(upbeat woodwind and
percussion music)
- There, now everyone
will be looking
for a mustachioed fellow.
Hm, do I look more
menacing with a goatee?
(grunting)
This is intolerable!
The darkness gives me a key
to get the amulet of power,
but no directions
to actually find it!
(upbeat woodwind and
percussion music)
Oh, how low I've sunk.
My feet hurt, my robes itch,
and why is everyone
so angry at me?
- Maybe because of the
whole cursing the world
with an eternal plague
of darkness thing?
- Huh?
Oh, right.
(squeaking)
(creepy music)
(hissing)
(grunting)
(screaming)
(grunting)
- This must be it.
(ominous music)
(knocking on door)
Hello.
Is anyone here?
- Perhaps we are
at the wrong place.
- I haven't seen any other
creepy shacks, have you?
- Could it be we came
all this way for nothing?
Maybe she's not here--
- [Windcrag] Go away!
Windcrag's not here.
- I do believe someone in
there is trying to trick us.
- Lore keeper, Windcrag, I
am Queen Lyra of Kurandole.
We come to you for council
on a most urgent matter.
- [Windcrag] Yeah
yeah, urgent matter.
Boo hoo.
What's in it for me?
- The satisfaction of sharing
your bounty of knowledge
and helping us save the world.
- [Windcrag] I'd pass.
- Please, lore keeper.
Sargous said you would help.
- Sargous, eh?
Now there was a human
with some stories to tell.
We used to play Hoppity
Dunk back in the day.
Ugh, fine.
But if I let you in to
bore me with your substory
you gotta follow my rules.
If you do anything dumb,
you got a bonk.
You do something
I don't like, bonk.
And if you dare sass
me, guess what you get.
- Is it a bonk?
- Bull's eye.
You get no pass for sass.
- Can you define
what sass would be?
- Bonk.
- Ow.
- Whatever I say
it is, short stuff.
(ominous music)
You seem young for a queen.
- And yet she is excellent.
- Bonk.
- Ow.
- Don't interrupt.
Why are you here?
- We need any lore or legends
about the amulet of power
and where to find it.
- [Windcrag] Can't do it.
- Please, lore keeper, Windcrag.
- I said can't, not won't.
I need three things
to say the lore.
A pouch of gin sweet sap, a
garlica flower,
and a perfect bread melon.
And I need them before
the noon day sun.
- Probably need it for a spell.
- She does seem witchified.
- Bonk.
- Ow.
- Just point us in
the right direction
and we'll get those
things for you right away.
- Please.
I don't trust you
three to hang laundry,
much less pick a
perfect bread melon.
I'm coming.
- Can we partake in the eating
of this perfect bread melon
after finding it?
- What do you think?
- No.
(playful music)
- Done, and done.
Prepare to be impressed
as I use my abundant linguistic
gifts to end my hunger.
Oh look, Rasper, a Cutie-Pootie.
How delightful.
I kept one as a pet
when I was a child.
Ey pi pi pi pi.
(growling)
Yes, mine did that too.
(clearing throat)
Might I say, you have the
most aromatic combo plate
in all the land.
Unfortunately, I am a tad
sort of funds at the moment.
- And soap.
- I can however offer a variety
of valuable services in trade.
- Cash.
- Perhaps a locator spell.
I can find the shirt
you seem to have lost.
- Cash.
- A recitation of dark poetry?
- Cash.
- I think he wants cash.
- [Doris] It is.
I told you it's him.
- You're right.
It's totally
the High Dark Lord Nar Est.
- Silence.
Of all my minions,
why are these three the
ones that keep coming back?
- Um, good sir,
who we don't know
and are just meeting
for the first time ever.
- Smooth.
- We want to be re-monsterized.
Can you do it, huh?
Can you?
- Of course.
I can definitely turn you back
into a fearsome
three-headed minion,
if you were to procure
me some sustenance.
- It means he wants
something to eat.
We've been there.
Sometimes you'd do
anything for a meal.
Am I right?
(ominous music)
- Careful, precious cargo here.
Lower me as if my
leg depends on it.
Because it does.
- Careful with my gin sweet sap.
You press the thistle too
hard, it sours the sap.
Press too light, you
don't get any sap.
But you get a bonk.
- Ew ew.
This is much more goopy
than the old described it.
- Am I hearing sass?
- Not sass, your
lore keepership.
Sap. I got the gin sweet sap.
Alright, pull me up.
- You wanna do this
carefully, because that vine--
- Mandok, we shall assist you.
- Niko, wait.
-(screaming)
- Is a rubber sling vine.
(screaming)
(grunting)
- Hey, is that?
(coughing)
- Oh look, queeny
found a garlica flower.
(laughing)
(sniffing)
- Did you ever P-U?
(coughing)
- Everyone keep up.
You can hang back a little.
(soft music)
Oh, there she is.
My bread melon.
Foolish boy.
The reason I didn't
get it myself
is the giant breadtroll
sitting right there.
- Why is it waiting there
like some kind of
petrified codex.
- For a bread melon to
achieve perfect ripening,
it must fall naturally
but not hit the ground.
Of this one thing,
I am an expert.
- Point is, anyone
tries to take that melon
gets pounded to bits.
- Can't we just pick you
one of those fine
looking bread melons?
- Nah.
I need that one.
And remember,
the clock's ticking.
- Looks like we have
to figure out a way
to distract that breadtroll.
(groaning)
- Now, minions,
you will impersonate me
in all my villainous glory,
whilst Rasper and I steal
a delectable combo plate.
- Lord Nar Est, why
didn't you use your powers
to get your combo plate?
Or anything else you want?
- Because he has no
power without his--
- Quite, you loon.
He means I'm unlikely to wield
my power until I've eaten.
Now then, off you go.
- [Doris]
All hail Nar Est,
the High Lord of
darkness and evil.
- Hey, isn't that the scary
guy from the wanted posters?
- The one with the big reward?
- Be afraid.
Super duper, very afraid of me.
Would you guys stop moving?
I'm trying to be menacing.
Whoa.
- That's not Nar Est.
It's just three
vermin acting crazy.
(laughing)
(growling)
- There there, easy now.
Easy.
Get it off me, get it off me.
(screaming)
That is it.
I'm the real Nar Est,
and you would all better
bow down before me.
- That's not Nar Est either.
He has a menacing goatee.
You're just a crazy liar.
- Wait. What?
I drew that on myself.
See?
I'm the one and
only true Nar Est.
I command the darkness
and I'm evil incarnate.
And you will give
me a combo plate.
(growling)
Say cash and I will turn
you into a slime mute.
Try me.
- Cash.
(people chattering)
- Stay back.
One more step and I will
release my darkest spell.
(screaming)
- Get him.
- Get him.
- So when do we
get re-monsterized?
(chuckling)
- Perhaps I can
make the breadtroll
follow me down a
huge water slide.
- You just wanna go on a
water slide, don't you?
- (chuckling)
Yes.
What if I lore it to sleep
by playing my
Harpsichord of Light?
- That can make it mad.
- At this rate, I'll
never get my bread melon.
You, over here.
How would you like
some delicious taffy?
- You know, you may be
hard shelled on the outside
but you are--
(whistling)
(growling)
(whistling)
What's this?
What is happening?
- It's called whistle taffy.
Makes you sound like
a whistling melon.
The only thing breadtrolls
like more than bread melon.
Let's get running.
(growling)
-(whistling)
-(screaming)
(thumping)
(screaming)
- Get the melon.
I'll help Mandok.
-(screaming)
-(growling)
Stop.
-(growling)
-(screaming)
(groaning)
-(screaming)
-(whistling)
(grunting)
(gasping)
- No.
(grunting)
(growling)
(thumping)
- Uh oh.
(growling)
(grunting)
(growling)
(groaning)
- You will not hurt this perfect
bread melon or my friends.
(growling)
(whistling)
- I don't think your
magic can hurt him, Niko.
(screaming)
- Hey, breadtroll.
Over here.
- Three juicy bread
melons coming up.
(laughing)
- What a show.
- Oh sure, real funny.
-(whistling)
-How do you stop it?
-(whistling)
-Oh.
(gulping)
Uh, better.
(ominous music)
(people chattering)
- This is how the mighty fall.
Not in a huge puddle
but hiding in a bush.
- Ehm, you lost a high
puddle too, remember?
(groaning)
- [Man] I think I
hear them over there.
(screaming)
- Fine time for you to show up.
I could have used you--
(screaming)
Oh, oh.
Did you see that?
It made me fall.
- I think it just saved us.
- I suppose it can be forgiven.
Shoo shoo.
I am in no mood, Whispy.
- It wants us to go that way.
- Fine.
(ominous music)
- A garlica flower.
A pouch of gin sweet sap.
And a perfect bread melon.
(gulping)
- What does it tell you,
most mysterious lore keeper?
- Nothing, I was hungry.
I get cranky if I don't
eat before the high sun.
- This was lunch?
(gasping)
Just asking, just asking.
- I got something to say.
Sit down and listen.
The magic in this world
needs something to focus it.
- [Lyra] A crystal.
- Right-o, queeny.
The more powerful the crystal,
the more the abilities
of a mage are amplified.
The amulet of power was
the most powerful crystal
this world had ever seen,
increasing magical
gifts 1,000 times.
With it, the crystal mages
did wondrous things.
But it also caused
jealousy, greed,
and a battle that
nearly broke the world.
- (gasping)
This.
This is what I saw in my vision.
- After, the survivors decided
that the amulet was too
powerful to be ever used again.
So they locked it inside
the Forgotten Fortress.
- For which Nar Est
now has the key.
- How come I've never heard
of this Forgotten Fortress?
If that amulet's so valuable,
believe me, I would have.
- That's the point.
The Forgotten Fortress'
enchantment is so strong
it can be forgotten.
No one remembered where it was.
So a map was made.
But for safe keeping the map
was broken into four pieces.
Each of the four pieces
was guarded in secret
and this task was handed down
from generation to generation.
Until they too forgot.
- But how can we
find these pieces
if they are so very forgettable?
- The locations were
put into a rhyme.
But over the long years,
its true meaning was lost.
One star flies in
the Sky Whale high.
- It's the Hoppity Dunk rhyme.
One star flies in
the Sky Whale high.
Two stars sleep
in the Tower Keep.
Three stars nest in
the Molten Crest.
Four stars walk with
the Bower that talks.
All together, all together
then your path will shine.
The greatest power in the
world is yours alone to find.
The rhyme is really
about the map pieces
to the amulet of power.
- Perhaps this shall be
easier than we thought.
- Bonk.
- Ow.
- Don't be so sure.
The rhyme may tell
you where to look
but that doesn't
mean those map pieces
will be easy to find
when you get there.
Those pieces were
hidden for a reason.
Remember that.
You can't stay sassy.
Now go.
I need a nap.
(burping)
- Good as new.
I only caught fire
once during my repairs.
- Good.
'Cause we've got
some flying to do.
- Greeting, friend Flicker.
Are you well?
(grunting)
- Niko, get back.
He's gonna be the size
of a Mutanosaurus.
(laughing)
- Flicker's changed back
to the way he started.
- Well, not exactly
but I'll take it.
- Let's go, Commodore.
One star flies in
the sky whale high.
We have a sky whale to find.
- The Sky Whale?
- Any chance we can do
that without catching fire,
crashing or exploding?
- I make no promises.
(inspiring music)
(groaning)
- Such a waste of time.
All this trudging about
when we don't know where--
(gasping)
Oh my.
This is where that fool
Sargous made his champions.
Whispy, you are so clever.
- Oh, what a dump.
Somebody busted it up good.
- That can be rectified.
- Yes, Lord.
If you fix it, we can
make our own champion.
No one would push
us around anymore.
- That's precisely
what I intend to do.
I'm going to make a champion.
A dark champion.
With that by my side,
nothing can stop me.
The amulet of
power will be mine.
(laughing)
(inspiring music)
- Chirp.