All language subtitles for Easter.Land.2019.1080p.WEBRip.x264-[YTS.AM].en

Guys, it might be
because I'm The Easter Bunny

but uh, I tell you Easter is my
absolute favorite time of year.

In fact, it's safe to say I
count down 364 days to get to it

each and every year.

Tell us something
we don't know Benny

but for the record I
think I can speak for Henrietta

when I say we agree
with you a hundred percent.

No doubt. This is going
to be the best Easter ever.

You say that every year, Hen.

That doesn't make it
any less true, Cosmo.

Easter's the number one
Holiday, hands down.

Everybody knows that.

Nah-ah, I bet Santa Claus
would differ with you on that

but, but I sure won't.
Easter forever!

Ah, this is it.
Another Easter

and you know what makes this one
different than all the others.

Everybody's gonna be oh so happy
to get painted Easter eggs

while we get nothing.

Our whole country side is

gonna smell like rotten eggs

after all those
Easter egg hunts.

Good guesses both of you,
FrizzleBun and Frizzlebat,

but no this year's Easter's
gonna be a whole lot different

because of one small detail.

It's gonna be completely
ruined. That's right.

With your help I'll accomplish
my most sinister plot yet.

I'm gonna turn Easter
into a horrible time

everybody's gonna hate

and that will be
the end of Easter.

So you're saying
E... Easter will suck eggs?

But, Bad Clyde,
we've been trying

to ruin this
pesky Easter Holiday

for a thousand years.

Ugh, what makes
this year different?

I'll tell you
my dear, Frizzlebuns.

Feast your beady little eyes
on the magical talisman

that's going to
change Easter forever.

Uh, oh, what...
What am I looking at?

Yeah, what are we
looking at, Bad Clyde?

But there's there's nothing there.
Think again.

I'm thinking,
but I'm not seeing.

You two lucky fellas
are staring right through

The Great Invisible
Easter Egg of Muffet Land.

The... Oh... the what?

The Great Invisible Easter
Egg of Muffet Land.

Of course, I've heard of it,
but I had never seen it before.

I'm still not seeing it
because it's... it's not there.

It is, you bonehead.
Right before your very eyes.

Nope not seeing it.

Argh. Anyway if I may go on.

This object holds
great and mighty powers.

Powers that will at
the very least, ruin Easter

for all those annoying
children around the world.

And at the very most?

At the very most, huh,

it'll get rid of that pesky
Easter Bunny forever.

That sounds delectable, boss.

Uh, how does it work?

Still not seeing it.

Well, Frizzlebat, The Great
Invisible Easter Egg of Muffet Land

works much the same
as a crystal ball.

That is a crystal ball
with bad intentions.

Instead of foreseeing events

my new invisible talisman
leaves the foresight to its user

and instead makes
whatever it is imagined, real.

Wow! What do you plan
to do with it, Clyde?

Excellent question, Frizzlebat.

I intend to banish our old
friend Benny The Easter Bunny

to The Land of
the Holiday Misfits

from whence
nobody has ever returned.

Brrr! I hate that place.

Scary, dreary,
he-he, no fun at all.

If that egg actually existed it would be the
best thing that could happen to Easter.

But, Bad Clyde, no, uh Easter
Bunny means no Easter right?

I never said there'd be no more
Easter. Did I, Frizzlebuns?

But if, uh, if Benny The
Easter Bunny gets banished

to The Land of the Holiday
Misfits forever, then who is...

You are looking at
the new Easter mascot.

You are planning
to take Benny's place?

I am.
I will take his place

and crown myself
as the new Easter King.

As King, I'll be
in charge of the Easter holidays

and mark my words, all
those Easter morning smiles

will turn to tears.

But, but, but, Bad Clyde. I uh...

What is it, Frizzlebuns?

You can't beat The Easter Bunny.

He may be cute
and all, but he's very powerful.

Especially
considering I can't even see

The Great Invisible
Easter Egg of Muffet Land.

I am much more powerful
than that fluffy bag of carrots.

I still don't see no egg.

Fine. You'll
experience the powers of

The Great Invisible Easter
Egg of Muffet Land for yourself.

From dark and dismal Land
of the Holiday Misfits, be gone!

Wow! Did you really
just send Frizzlebuns

to The Land of
the Holiday Misfits?

I did indeed, Frizzlebat,

but don't worry, he'll
send us a postcard.

How about you?
Do you believe I possess

the power of The Great Invisible
Easter Egg of Muffet Land?

Yep. Yes, I do.

Good. This was just a tune-up.

Now to prepare
the egg for its real work.

Getting rid of Benny The
Easter Bunny once and for all.

Can't wait, boss.
I just can't wait.

Glad to hear that,
That makes two of us.

Come, times a wastin'.

Ho-ho, ah, I'm
quite bummed, Gargaff.

Why, Santa? Did the naughty
boys and girls give you

extra trouble this year?

Well, they're no picnic either

but really it's
because of the Easter holidays.

Why? What's there
not to like about Easter?

Because it means our
Christmas season is long over

and it'll still be months
before it comes back around.

Oh, yeah.
I see your point.

What a drag. Nobody needs us.

What on earth will we do for uh,

seven months and 24 days?

I got it, Santa. Why don't we,
oh-okay follow me here,

celebrate Easter?

Ho-ho-ho-ho.
Gargaff, my trusty reindeer

you're always a ray
of sunshine through the snow.

That's what I'm here for.
Well, that and keeping us

on schedule on the big day, eh?

Indeed, but do tell me more.

Why don't we just relax,

meet up with
Benny The Easter Bunny

go on Easter egg hunts and enjoy
one of those good Easter dinners?

Mm, with all the trimmings?

With all the trimmings.

By George, Gargaff,
you're right.

Ah, don't mention it.
Uh, wait who's George?

Hey, you're not thinking of pairing
me up with a partner again, are you?

If I said it once, I've said it a
thousand times, I work best alone.

Or, you know, with one partner. A jolly
partner with a big beard and loud...

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.
Relax Gargaff.

You're the one
and only reindeer I need.

Say, my belly growls

just thinking
about that Easter feast.

But you know

we still have
a whole 'nother day

before anyone's
going to sit down

to enjoy an Easter dinner.

What should we do then?

How about some adventuring?

Uh-oh. I've heard
you talk like this before.

Remember
the Antarctica incident?

Well, perhaps not
that much adventuring.

I admit that was a tad too wild.

Even for my standards.

Phew. Glad to hear that.

I'm not much for big adventures.

Especially if they
come with heaps of danger.

But, ho-ho, a little adventure

keeps you young
and on your toes.

On my hooves, you mean.

You know who could help us
pick up some adventure?

My good pal, Babu.

Babu! If anyone knows
how to get Santa

and his reindeer
in trouble, it's Babu.

That's the last
creature I wanna see.

Now, now, Gargaff.
Let's just go to see my old friend.

We can only get in trouble

if trouble is
what we're looking for.

Oh, that's reassuring.

Ho-ho, well, well.
As fate would have it

look where we are.
Babu's homeland.

I was hoping you two showed up.

Babu. How are you old friend?

I'm fine, but Benny the Easter
Bunny is not doing so great.

He's in a world of trouble
and only we can help him.

What happened?

Nothing yet but, but,
something is bound to happen.

Whatever do you mean?

Bad Clyde is at it again.

He's hatched a plan
to take Easter from Benny,

and ruin the day
for kids everywhere.

Oh, ho-ho-ho, no!

Bad Clyde, he can't do that. Can he?
I'm afraid so, Gargaff.

This time Bad Clyde
has serious power on his side.

The power of The Great Invisible
Easter Egg of Muffet Land.

The Great Invisible
Easter Egg of Muffet Land.

Sounds like trouble.

Tell us, Babu,

what's Bad Clyde's plan?

Well, let me tell you
from the beginning.

Somehow, Bad Clyde
has come into possession

of The Great Invisible
Easter Egg of Muffet Land

and its powers can end Easter

as we know it for all time.

Mm, this Great Invisible
Easter Egg of Muffet Land

sounds downright
dangerous, ho-ho-ho.

It is. Last time it
was used by a wicked troll

to turn Halloween from a feel-good
Holiday of sweetest pie elves

delivering candy
to all good children.

To the dark and spooky
holiday we know today?

Full of ghosts and ghouls
and scary creatures of all kind?

Yes, that is so.

Oh, gee, I wouldn't want that to
ever happen to Christmas. Or Easter.

So the powers of The Great
Invisible Easter Egg of Muffet Land

a... are real?
They are.

The Great Egg gives
anyone who possesses it

supernatural powers

that can be used for good.

Or for evil.

That's right,
and knowing Bad Clyde

He... he... he will use these powers to
wreak havoc upon this land and Easter.

There's no time to spare.

We must find Benny
The Easter Bunny at once,

and warn him.

If I may make
a suggestion, Santa.

I say we hightail it
back to the North Pole, stat!

Some good old relaxation,
a massage...

Maybe a mud mask?
Until work picks up in December.

Sounds just peachy to me.

Not so fast, Gargaff. Ho-ho.

If Benny really is in danger,
it's our duty to warn him.

It's our duty to deliver
presents on Christmas morning.

Battling loonies with
invisible magical weapons

is for someone else
like Babu here.

Babu, you can
handle that, right?

Well, let's see, yeah, no.

I think you guys have the edge.

It's up to us to stop Bad Clyde

and save Easter.
Why don't we think it through.

I mean, why rush off
into the wild unknown?

Taking on Bad Clyde and his
Easter Egg of Muffet Land

sounds like a scary proposition.

Gargaff you forget,
I'm Santa Claus

and you're my trusty
right-hand reindeer

and we are a fearless team

always on the side of justice.

Oh boy, here goes Santa.

I've seen him like this before.
Which means we're gonna get

into all sorts of wild
and dangerous adventures.

And there is no telling
how it will all end.

That's what I was
hoping for, Gargaff.

That makes one of us.

On with the mission, Gargaff.

Away in a flash.

You know, Henrietta, no matter
how many Easters we enjoy,

it never gets old.

Our holiday is
the best holiday around.

And it's an honor to work it
with an Easter Bunny

as awesome as you are, Benny.

Oh my. Am... am I blushing?

You flatter me.

You're so modest.

Benny, you make
so many children happy

even if it's
just one day a year.

That one day is full of memories

that lasts lifetimes.

Hey, I... I just enjoy seeing
all of them smiles

on the kids' faces.

That's what I'm in it for.

Well, if I've
never told you before

I'm just happy to help.

You're the best
bunny boss I could ask for.

I only hope we can reach
Benny The Easter Bunny in time

to deter
Bad Clyde's crazy plans.

With all due respect, Santa I had a feeling
when you said you wanted to see Babu

that we'd find ourselves in
some kind of crazy adventure

and on the eve of Easter
nonetheless.

Oh, boy, I was planning to kick
my hooves up by the fire tonight

and enjoy a mug or two of Mrs.
Claus's world famous hot chocolate.

Mm Aho-ho-ho-ho-hoo!

I'd almost forgotten
Mrs. Claus's

hot chocolate myself.

Gargaff old boy, tell you what.

As soon as we warn Benny

and thwart Bad Clyde,

we'll head back
to the North Pole

and pour ourselves
as many mugs as we want.

How's that sound?

This is it, Frizzlebat

the realization
of a lifelong dream.

I will be

the King of Easter.

And once King,
you will turn Easter

into the worst holiday of all.

That's right.
All that needs doing now

is to recite
the magic incantation

then we'll be rid of
that pesky Easter Bunny forever.

I can't believe it, boss.

I never thought I'd see the day.

No more Easter Bunny.

The day is here,
my trusty Frizzlebat.

Let's make it happen.

Recite the magic incantation,
Bad Clyde.

O Forces of
darkness opposed to the light.

O Powers of pain.
O Bearers of fright.

Deliver this subject
by day or by night.

The Bunny named Benny
who gives me the fits.

Banish him to The Land
of the Holiday Misfits.

Benny, look,
is that Santa Claus?

Hm, It sure is.

What's he doing out
this time of year?

I don't know.

Benny, we need to talk.

What is it, Santa?
What's the ruckus about?

Hey, where did they go?

Oh, no. Ho, ho, ho.

Bad Clyde's incantation worked.

We're too late, Gargaff.

Easter is lost.

For parsnips sake,
what just happened?

I'm not sure.

Where in the world
are we, Benny?

I don't think you're
in the world anymore.

At least any world
you're familiar with.

Frizzlebuns, what's the meaning
of this? Where's Bad Clyde?

Yeah, where he goes, you're
sure to follow right behind.

He's not here.
I'm here all alone.

Where is here?

Welcome to The Land of
the Holiday Misfits, fellas.

Dreary, scary, and downright gloomy.
No.

I know, and we're
never to return whence we came.

Such is
the nature of this place.

Sorcery, how is this possible?

Easy. Bad Clyde got his mitts,

on The Great Invisible Easter
Egg of Muffet Land. That's how.

The Great Invisible...
It's real?

I thought it was
just a children's fable.

I did too
and look where it got me.

But you're usually

in cahoots with Clyde.
Why are you here?

I dared question his powers
and then now here I am,

in The Land of
the Holiday Misfits.

Frizzlebuns, is there a way
out of here or are we trapped?

Yeah, can we get back home?

For all intents
and purposes we're trapped but...

But?
But?

There is one way, but I don't know of
anyone ever trying it successfully.

What is it? What's the one way?

You got to find the elusive Great
King of The Land of Holiday Misfits.

The Great King
of The Land of Holiday Misfits,

well he can't
be too hard to find.

Hold on, rabbit ears,
that ain't all.

Once you find him,
if you find him,

you got to convince him to grant your request
to leave The Land of Holiday Misfits.

That's it? We just have
to convince him to let us go?

That doesn't sound too hard.

Yeah well, huh,
good luck with that.

I hear he can't stand birds,
they poop all over his subjects.

Oh, for all the eggs of Easter,

I make a point
to look before I poop.

And he can't stand bunnies as they
hop all over his vegetable garden.

We'll just have to
make sure he likes us.

And if I see a vegetable garden,

I'll make sure I tiptoe
around it.

Now, let's go find the King.

You'll never find him. This
land is as wide as it is dreary.

Any ideas where to look?

Ha, you think I'd tell you?

I'd already be back
talking to him on my own

trying to get back to my bad
deeds if I knew where he was.

Of course you would,
you after all,

are one of Bad Clyde's minions.
You best know it.

Say, how about
you come with us, Frizzlebuns,

stick together, the three of us.

Why would you offer to help me,
Fluffball? We're enemies.

We're not enemies, Frizzlebuns.

You're just Bad Clyde's
evil minion.

But there's no reason
we can't be friends.

Ew! No, I won't.
I'm a bad Frizzlebuns,

and bad Frizzlebuns don't make
friends with Easter Bunnies.

Suit yourself, Frizzlebuns.
Just remember, the offer stands.

I think I'd rather
eat dirt and drink rainwater.

Scram, rodent.

Have it your way.

Don't worry, I will.

Let's go, Benny.
Our help is not appreciated.

We blew it, Gargaff.

This was an absolutely

ho-ho-hoorrible turn of events.

Our good friend Benny

is gone, perhaps forever

and Easter itself

is in dire straits.

Oh shucks, Santa.
That's a bummer.

I feel as if I could
have done something more.

There, there, my good Gargaff.

This is no fault of yours.

Thanks. I think.

We tried our best,
but we're up against

powerful forces of evil
outside our control.

This is all the doing
of one very wicked individual,

Bad Clyde!

Oh Santa, what can we do?

There is only one who might
be able to help us now.

Who is it? Speak, Santa.

Make that white beard
flap at once, my gosh,

I must know who can help us.

The only inter-dimensional
magical peacemaker I know.

Balthazar The Magician.

Balthazar The Magician?

But his homeland
is the most treacherous terrain

this side of Dark-Like mountain.

Yes, I know, but I'm afraid

we've no choice, Gargaff.

It's either that or say goodbye

to our dear friends forever.

And Easter.

And Easter.

And chocolate eggs?
And chocolate eggs.

And Easter dinner?
And Easter dinner.

Balthazar
The Magician it is then.

That's my reindeer, ho-ho-ho.
Off we go.

I knew I should've
stayed in bed today.

Frizzlebat, now that Benny The
Easter Bunny is out of the picture,

our next move
is to take over his lair.

Wow! A downright
Shakespearean plan, boss!

We don't have to shake our
spears at anything, Frizzlebat.

We have the mighty egg

and the egg is all powerful.

I-I meant Shakespeare. The uh,
the... you know, the playwright?

What? Who?
Never mind.

Anyway, once we're inside

the Easter Bunny's lair, we...
Raid the fridge.

Well, that's nothin'. I mean, the...
yes, of course, we'll raid the fridge

but, but, but, but
that's not our primary goal.

Lair is like that.

I bet you they got
two fridges, maybe three.

I'll bet they do, Frizzlebat.

I'll bet they do.

Full of delish Easter treats.

Yes. Easter treats.

Okay. Well, Le... let's
stay on point.

Follow me here. Once we're in,

I will use the power

of The Great Invisible
Easter Egg of Muffet Land

to take over Benny's
Easter machine controls

and turn that
whole blasted holiday

upside down.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

S... So how are
you gonna do it, boss or

how are you gonna
make Easter stink?

I'm glad you asked, Frizzlebat

because I think
my plan is so simple.

It's, it's, it's genius.

Tell me. Tell me.

Tell me. The suspense
is killing me.

I'm going
to give out rotten eggs

to every boy and girl

across the land.

Eggs so foul and putrid

that every child in the world

will hate Easter
once and for all.

Eeeeeeew.

I wouldn't
wanna be in their shoes

when they crack open
those things!

You're a genius, Bad Clyde.

I know. That's why
you're the minion

and I'm the boss, Frizzlebat.

Hmm. Yeah but, uh,
I'm clever too

aren't I, Bad Clyde? Huh?

Sure, you are. I couldn't
do a thing as audacious

as destroying Easter
without good help.

But remember, heavy is the head
that wears the crown.

Evil doings' a lot of work!

And I have a pretty heavy head.

No doubt, boss.

You're heavy all over.

Speaking of, how will we
get to the Easter lair?

It's far and you're fat.

What did you say?

I said you're pretty fit.

Uh, but the lair is far away.
That's what I said.

That's right.
I am fit, very fit,

but we must make haste.

We haven't got
much time before Easter.

With the help of my magical egg

we'll be there in no time.

If you would have told me yesterday
that I wouldn't be relaxing

with some
springtime eggnog right now

but insist in trying
to rescue The Easter Bunny

and Easter's very existence
from an evil spell,

I'd have left you,
right out of the North Pole!

The Great Invisible Easter Egg of
Muffet Land is no laughing matter.

Just when you thought
the Holiday world was safe.

I see that now,
the foolishness of my ways.

Gargaff, think.
Use your reindeer brain.

There must be something we can
do to save Benny and Henrietta.

Thinking is not my forte, Santa.

I do best when I sip eggnog.

I need you
on your A-game, Gargaff.

Drop the eggnog-talk and think.

Hm-mm. I might
know someone who can help.

Really? Tell me,
my trusty reindeer. Who?

A few years ago,
before I came to the North Pole

I made some runs
for The Great Sage.

If anyone can break
the egg spell, it's him.

The Great Sage.

You think he'd
be interested in helping us?

Why wouldn't he be?
He's a great and powerful sage.

That he is, but, uh, ho-ho,

he's also ornery
and short-tempered.

What else we got, Santa? We must
try ornery or short tempered.

We need help
and we need it stat.

The Great Sage it is then.
Let's go. Ho-ho-ho.

Let's make haste, Henrietta.

We must make it
to The Great King

before Bad Clyde
ruins Easter forever.

Should we bring The Mushroom
King some gifts of tidings?

What do you suggest?

I could lay an egg.

He hates birds, remember?

An egg is just
a bird in an oval box.

Yeah, you're right.
Maybe some butter or something.

Hold on, helium heads. Just where
do you two think you're going?

We are looking
for The Great King.

Can you tell us
where to find him?

They're looking for The Great
King and they need our help.

Isn't that special? Sure is.

How much you got, Bunny?

Excuse me? Uh, oh, uh,
we don't have any money.

You hear that?
They don't have no money.

Uff, you two are in
for a long hard road ahead.

Ha, I guess you haven't heard.

This is our land
and you must pay the toll.

Yeah. The hen will do.

In return, we'll tell you

exactly where to find
The Great King, more or less.

What are we going to do, Benny?
We're penniless

and I sure don't wanna stay behind
in The Land of Holiday Misfits.

Let me handle this.

Handle it quickly, Benny
or I might be tempted.

Dear, dear fellas,
we appreciate the barter idea

but I have
a third option to propose.

You're in no position to make
demands, rabbit, but I'll humor you.

What do you propose? I propose you help
two lost travelers on their journey home

by telling us where we
can find The Great King,

out of the kindness
of your own hearts.

Doesn't he know that our hearts
are black as... But sweetness,

I said we should
spread some sweet kindness

and help those lost
travelers find The Great King

so that they can get home safe.

What's happening?

Shh! You don't get
to be The Easter Bunny

without learning some
neat tricks. Watch this.

Barry, which direction
will take us to the King?

Look for narrow pathway
along the tall oak trees.

And then?
Follow the narrow pathway

until you find yourself
in the Magic Valley.

There is where
The Great King dwells.

Thanks, guys.
You've been a great help.

Oooh, goody, uh.
Nice to meet you both.

Be safe out there.

On our way, we go
to meet The Great King.

Um, what in the world

just happened back there?
The oldest trick in the book.

Uh, I simply showed those two that
sweetness trumps bitterness every time.

You know, after all this time

you never fail
to surprise me, Benny.

Back at you, Hen. Now, keep your
eyes peeled for the Magic Valley.

We have a king to catch.

Hm, I could eat a horse,
figuratively speaking I mean.

Santa, what do you
say we take a break

and order up
some pre-Easter brunch?

I'm famished.

That sounds delightful, Gargaff.

My belly could use
a little filling as well

but first things first.

We must handle our business
and find The Great Sage.

Excuse me, good sir,

you look like
you know your way around here.

I'm looking for The Great Sage.

My name is Marley Quinn

and does it say
tour guide on my forehead?

Mm. No, it doesn't.

It most certainly doesn't.

Then why are you asking me

gramps and goofy mule?

Goofy Mule? How dare you!
I'm a Christmas reindeer.

Whatever, you two look

goofy to me.

Hey, eyes don't lie.

Fine. I can't fault your eyes
for seeing what's not there.

Regardless, I must ask you

do... do you know
where we can order

some good bangers and mash
around here?

Here we go again with
the tour guide questions.

Okay, comedians, tell you what,

I know the answers

to both your questions

and I'll tell you

on one condition.

Sure. What is it?

You must answer

my unsolvable riddle first.

Oh no, a riddle? I'm terrible at
brain crunches on an empty stomach.

Oh, have it your way.
Good luck, rubes.

Let me know how life goes.

We can always try.
What's the harm in that?

Well, the harm is
that if you fail

I will turn you

into bog frogs.

And I tell you
life as a bog frog is

Muddy, stinky,

and downright unpleasant.

Ho-ho-ho-no!

For all the snowflakes
in the universe

that doesn't
sound like a good deal.

I say we go back
to the North Pole, Santa

and get that massage and mud
mask we've been talking about.

Just chill out until
Christmas comes rolling around.

No way, no how!

We must find The Great Sage
no matter the risk.

Go ahead, good fella, ask away.

Oh, boy,
I better practice my croak.

Here it goes.

What has a mouth
but cannot talk?

What can run

but never walks?

What has a head,
but cannot weep?

What has a bed,
but cannot sleep?

Answer me that and I'll tell you

all you want to know.

You had to ask
didn't you, Santa?

Come now, Gargaff. Life is full
of obstacles and opportunities.

We never get anywhere if we
can't tell one from the other.

This is an opportunity.

Well, I have
a head that can weep,

watch me cry a river

as I get ready to be
turned into a bog frog.

That's it, Gargaff,
you just solved the riddle.

I did?
Yes.

What did I say?
Think about it.

You said you have
a head that can weep and what?

Watch me cry a river if, if...

Yes. What has a mouth,
but cannot talk?

What can run, but never walks?

What has a head,
but cannot weep?

What has a bed,
but cannot sleep?

A river!
Are we right, Marley Quinn?

Oh yes, you are correct.

It I... it is a river.

You two
are smarter than you look.

Ho-ho-ho. One for the good guys.

Woot-woot. Uh-huh.
Woot-woot.

Oh, stop your hullabaloo,
you annoying creatures.

We won't stop until you tell
us where to find The Great Sage.

In that case,
follow the great path

to the un-chanted woods
of Gwen Hail Falls.

There you will find

The Great Sage.

Hens in the coop

makes the best hangers and mash.

Tell her

Marley Quinn sent you.

I still can't believe we did it.

We're going to
destroy Easter forever.

Not so fast, Frizzlebat.
It's true, we're almost there.

But our mission
won't be complete

until the children
awake Easter morning

in their stench-filled homes
to find nothing

but fitted baskets
of rotten eggs.

Yeah, but with Benny
The Easter Bunny out of the way

nothing can stop us now.

It's gonna be
glorious and stinky.

There is one small problem
that could give us trouble

if we don't eliminate it now.

Benny's helper, Cosmo,
is still around.

He's not The Easter Bunny,
but he is dedicated

and will do anything
to save this lousy Holiday.

You're thinking
what I'm thinking, boss?

I am, Frizzlebat.
It's time to get rid

of the last snag in our plan.

Cosmo, watch out!

Here we come.

O Great Sage.

We come from far
and wide to see you.

I see. Who are you
and what do you seek?

Ho-ho, I am Santa,

and this is my Christmas
reindeer, Gargaff.

We come to seek help.

A wicked creature has
gotten his evil hands on

The Great Invisible
Easter Egg of Muffet land.

And used it
to cast a banishment spell

on The Easter Bunny.

Great Scott, the egg is capable

of great good and great harm.

Where has the Easter Bunny
been banished to?

The Land of the Holiday Misfits.

Oh boy!
He... he... he's in trouble.

I am afraid so,
O Great Sage of sages.

This is why we've come.
We seek your help.

If the Bunny has
already crossed over,

there's not much we can
do to bring him back.

Huh-huh, it's entirely
up to him to escape.

I was afraid of that.

Bummer of bummers.

However...
however?

There is one surefire way
to defeat an invisible egg

evil doers.
There is?

Yes, and if you defeat him
you can still save Easter.

But how?
The power of a Christmas reindeer

can topple even the most
evil egg wielder, you see.

Come on. Are you serious?

I am indeed.
Whether you realize it or not

you hold your own power

and it can move mountains
if you let it, my friend.

Oh get out, that can't be true.

It is true.
Back in the olden days

reindeers were capable of
reversing any and all spells.

Have you forgotten?

Mm. I guess I have.

You must remember
your powers, reindeer.

It's up to you
to use your powers

to make wrong things
right again.

Oh, boy. The pressure is on.

Can you tell
I'm sweating, Santa?

We have arrived!
We should find The Great King

of The Land of Holiday Misfits
somewhere around here.

Halt! Who goes there?

Greetings,
O great and mighty King.

Forgive our intrusion
but we seem to have become lost

and would love
to find our way home.

Home? What say you, strangers?
This is home.

For you, King, but for us
home is back in Easterland.

Easter? I haven't heard
that word in a dragon's age.

Is it still celebrated?

It's bigger
than ever, great King.

In fact, meet Benny,
The Easter Bunny.

He's the ambassador of Easter.

You are the...

In the flesh.
Pleasure to meet you, King.

Ew, I hate bunnies!

They hop all over
my vegetable garden.

I don't hop in vegetable
gardens, O Great King.

I'm too busy running
the Easter holidays.

So what are you doing here?

Uh, shouldn't you be preparing
eggs and, uh gifts, and whatnot?

What time of year
is it over there?

We keep time
differently here, you know.

It's Easter eve
where we come from.

Well, what in the world
are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be working?

That's what we're hoping
to talk to you about, King.

You see, we... we don't
want to miss Easter at all,

but a real bad guy
cast a spell on us

and banished us here
against our will.

If I had one farthing
every time I heard that one, oh.

We were told you could help us
get back home, O Great King.

Is that so, uh, and then

why exactly would I do that?

Because you're
a kind and fair king

who doesn't want to see The
Easter Bunny trapped in your world

while millions and millions
of children go without Easter.

And who are you?

Oh, this is my good friend
Henrietta the hen.

She's a great Easter helper.

Oh, Benny, you flatter me.

A bird, urgh!

I hate birds.
They poop everywhere.

I don't poop everywhere.
I only poop where I should.

Which is in the most
inappropriate places.

Not true.
Ah, fine.

While you two are busy not
hopping nor pooping

I'll return to my kingly duties.

I'm mu... much too busy

to waste my time with you two.

Uh, King before you go,
do you think you could maybe

uh, grant us
passage back to our world?

No, is that
a simple enough answer?

Scram or I know what I'll
be eating for dinner tonight,

rabbit and hen stew.

Say, Great King,
we heard your son

the Prince has abandoned his royal
duties and run off to The Land of Magic.

If we were to,
say, return the Prince to you,

do you think you could
repay us by sending us home?

My son? Oh...

Others have tried to convince
the Prince to return to me,

but, uh, he's headstrong
and independent

just like his old man.

Sounds like
a chip off the old block.

You got that right, eh. Alas!

If you return the Prince to me,
I will grant your wish.

We'll do our best, King, and,

and thank you for
the opportunity to help.

Good luck, Hopper and Pooper!

I hope you succeed.

There's the Easter lair, boss.
Dead ahead.

Yes, we are right on course
Frizzlebat.

When we get there, Cosmo
will come out to greet us.

When he does

we'll have the invisible egg
ready and zap!

Zap!

And that goofy Cosmo
will join his friends

in The Land of The Holiday
Misfits forever.

And Easter will be ours.

Pace yourself, Gargaff, remember

the future of Easter
rides on your powers.

Thanks, Santa,
no pressure or anything.

I have the utmost faith in you,
my friend.

You've been a hero
to children across the globe,

keeping us
on schedule every year.

Now you'll be a hero
on Easter Sunday too.

A two-holiday reindeer.

You'll go down in history,
ho-ho-ho.

Where have I heard that before?

Ho-ho-ho. Onward, Gargaff

we've an Easter to rescue.

I got to hand it to you, Hen

that was a gutsy play back there

wagering our release
on the Prince's return.

It was worth a try.

Besides, I've seen
you work wonders, Benny.

I think we can do it.

Look, down there.

Is that Pippen
the Christmas Elf?

Last I heard, he was kicked out of
the North Pole for stealing presents

and selling them on the side.

It is. Should we talk to him?

He, he's... he's back boop crazy!

Maybe he knows where
to find the Mushroom Prince.

You're right.

Hello again, Pippen,
it's been a while.

Fancy meeting you here, Hoppy.

Don't you have an Easter
to attend to?

We're uh, we're working on that.

Say you... you don't happen to know
where we might find the Prince, do you?

I know everything
that goes on around here,

cottontail.

You ought to know that by now

nothing escapes my eye.

Great! You could tell us where we can
find the Prince of the Land of Misfits.

Sure, I could, but...

But what kind of fun
would that be for me?

No, I... I think

you got to answer
a question for Pippen

before Pippen will

answer a question for you.

Okay, uh, what's your question?

Riddle me this, Lucky Foot

um, I'm as light as a feather

yet the strongest man

can't hold me
for more than five minutes.

What am I?

Uh, I'm stumped.
We can do this, Benny.

It's a trick question.
It's got to be simple, right?

Probably ridiculously simple, but
we... we're running out of time fast.

Let's think, let's think. I'm as light
as a feather yet the strongest man

can't hold me
for more than five minutes, hmm.

I'm not holding my breath we can
solve this one, Henrietta.

Wait, that's it.
You solved it, Benny.

I'm as light as a feather, yet the strongest
man can't hold me for more than five minutes.

I'm breath, right?

Ah, you two are no fun.
Yeah, that's right.

The Great Prince is hiding
from his father that way

in the Valley of No.

You can't miss him.
Thank you, Pippen.

Yeah, yeah,
give Santa my regards.

Back off, foolish creatures.

Easter's ours now,
and so is this place.

He-he yeah, airhead.

Kiss your Holiday goodbye.

Bad Clyde's
gonna run the show now.

What? Where's Bunny and Henrietta?
What have you done with them?

Nothing we aren't going to do
to you too, poultry creature.

Yeah. Prepare to join your buddies
in The Land of the Holiday Misfits.

The Land of the Holiday Misfits?
But tomorrow is Easter.

We don't have time
for this foolishness.

Correction.

Tomorrow was Easter.

Now, it will be a day
of darkness, misery,

and rotten eggs.

That's right. And after kids
all over the world

find their basket full
of rotten eggs in the morning

it will be known as
the worst day in history.

You can't do this. I forbid you.

You can forbid us
all you want, you bore.

It won't do you any good.

Prepare to meet your fluffy
friends in the great beyond.

Hello there,
are you the great Prince

of The Land
of the Holiday Misfits?

That's me,
and who are you two bros?

I'm Benny, The Easter Bunny

and this here's Henrietta,
the Easter Hen.

Sweet!
Hey... hey, you wanna hang out?

It's just me here so,
you got plenty of room.

Where did you guys
come from anyway?

Funny you asked, Prince.

We indeed have quite a story.

We were banished here
by an evil spell

and we're... we're trying to get
back home in time to deliver

Easter gifts to all the kids.

No way. Hey, are you the...

Great Prince,
meet Benny The Easter Bunny.

Sweet. I thought
you looked familiar, dude.

I'm a big fan of yours.

Really? Well, uh, I'm honored.

The honor is all mine, bro

but uh, you guys
got to get out of here.

It's gonna be
Easter this year, right?

It is,
but... but we have one problem.

This spell's holding us trapped,

and only your father,
The Great King can reverse it.

We need him to grant us release

or we're stuck here forever.

Bummer,
my old man's a real hard case.

I'm sure he can be, but he was actually
kind enough to agree to let us go.

He was? Whoa, he never just,

you know, helps people.

We negotiated with him.

Must have been
a tough negotiation.

Well, that depends on you.

Me? Whoa!

We promised to return his son,

The Great Prince back to him
in exchange for our release.

Oh, wow!
So, Easter's in my hands?

It looks that way, Prince.

And if you don't get home

kids won't get anything
in their baskets?

Actually, we don't
know what'll happen.

Bad Clyde is in control and no,

no telling
what he might do to our Holiday.

Drag, man.

Sounds like my old man.
Never lets me have any fun.

He's all about obligation
and duty, and tradition.

Huh, I just wanna chill, dudes.

Maybe you guys can talk it out
and find a middle ground.

Uh, the King may not be
the easiest guy to live with

but we can tell he loves you

and he wants the best for you.

I love my pop too. It's,
It's not that I don't support him

it's just that I want to
do my own thing, you know

and follow my own dreams.

I wanna be a famous trombone
player, yeah.

If you explain that to him

maybe you'll come
to a new understanding

and it'll be easier
to live with each other.

Yeah, you're growing up

but to your dad,
you're still his little Prince.

I'm sure if you tell him
your dreams, he'll understand.

You sure?

Sure, we're sure.

Sure, we're sure.

You two are pretty level-headed.

Now let's go save Easter.

And you'll
never be able to return.

This is the end for you,

your friends
and your irksome holiday.

Give him my regards
when you see him

and tell him Bad Clyde
sent all the kids

rotten eggs.

Yeah, and they cried and cried

and couldn't believe the Easter
Bunny turned on them like that.

You'll never get away with this.

I already have.

Now say goodbye
to this world forever

and hello to
The Land of Holiday Misfits.

O Forces of darkness
opposed to the light.

O Powers of pain,
O Bearers of fright.

Deliver this subject
by day or by night.

The foolish creature named Cosmo
who gives me the fits.

Banish him to
The Land of the Holiday Mis...

Stop!

Release that bird
at once, Bad Clyde.

Stick a stocking
in your pie-hole, fat man.

I run this place now.

Yeah, you ain't invited
down this chimney.

Ah, you have returned.

Well, let me guess

The Great Prince
refused to come home.

Wrong!

Say hello to The Great Prince.

Uh, the... Son?

Hey, yo... yo, Dad.

I, I'm sorry I ran away
in such a huff.

Oh, oh, oh, my boy!

I'm so glad you're back.

So glad in fact, I will never
put down your dreams.

You shall become a...
A great trombone player

if that is what you want.

I can? Really? Truly?

You pinky swear?

Yes, you can become
a trombone player

if... if that is
what makes you happy.

Whoa, bro, that's rave.

Although, uh, I... I decided I wanna
be a Pan-flute player instead.

A trombone or
a Pan-flute, whatever.

Uh, thanks, Dad.
Then I promise you I will attend

to my royal duties
without complaining.

You will be the great son
I have always longed for.

I will!

Aw, I'm clucking up, Benny.

You did it,
you two returned my boy to me.

How can I ever repay you?

Send us back home
so we may save Easter.

Uh, yes, I remember.
Well.

It looks as though it's hello,

goodbye Easter Bunny, but uh,

but first, a going away party
for new friends.

Oh, Great King, we...
We don't have much time!

Nonsense. We have all the time in
the world, uh, your world that is.

We're not bound by
your minutes and hours here

in The Land of Holiday Misfits,

uh, time stands still.

Well, in that case.

It's party time.

Yeah, bros.
Get the eggnog flowing, man.

I want to thank you again,

Benny and Henrietta

for reuniting me with my boy.

Don't mention it,
and he's all grown up

in case you haven't noticed,
O Great King.

What a fine fellow he is.

I'm very lucky.

You sure are. A... and
despite all that we've heard

The Land of the Holiday Misfits
can be a pretty cool place.

Benny The Easter Bunny
and lovely Henrietta,

you'll always be
welcomed in our land.

Thank you, Great King.

Maybe we'll visit
on vacation next winter.

You guys have a deal.

Henrietta, let's go home.

Are you ready
for your journey back?

Ready as we'll ever be.

Friends, they come
and friends they go.

Stay safe and warm
on your way home.

After we take care of Cosmo here

you two pesky
creatures are next.

Then Christmas will be mine too.

Back off, Bad Clyde!

Or you'll do what, donkey face?

Or I'll do something
I'd... I'd might regret.

Ooh, I'm real scared.

Why don't you go back
to the kitchen

and bake some cookies
for your fatty buddy?

I actually lost ten pounds
on an all vegan diet.

You did? You have
to give me some recipes.

I can stand losing
a couple of pounds too.

Oh, shut up, you two!

Clyde, if you don't
let go of Cosmo right now

w... we're gonna
have a serious problem.

He already told you once,
fancy feet.

It sounds like you
prefer a clobbering!

Uh-huh, that's enough, you guys.

What the...

Hey, what are they doing here?

I thought we'd
banished them forever.

Benny, Henrietta, you're back!

But how?
Miss me?

No!

Nice try, you losers

but it's gonna take more
than an invisible toy

and a bad attitude to
get rid of The Easter Bunny.

Oh, yeah? Well then,
let's try again.

Only this time
we'll send you all the way

to The Land of Dust and Bones.

Huh, let's see you try
to get back from there

while you're still young.

Where is that exactly?

Benny, how did you two get here?

We heard there was no way back

from The Land
of the Holiday Misfits.

It's a long story, Santa,
but I... in short

we met some pretty
rad dudes out there

who helped us get home safe.

And some nasty ones too.

How about we tell you
all about it over Easter dinner?

That sounds delightful,
ho-ho-ho.

What are we, chopped ham?
We're still right here with

The Great Invisible Easter Egg
of Muffet Land, mind you.

And you're all about to beat it to
The Land of Dust and Bones, forever!

Then all
the holidays will be ours.

Well, just the major ones.

Oh, yeah,
I mean the ones that matter.

Right! The big ones.

Thanksgiving's pretty big too.

Yeah, but it's like
it doesn't have a mascot.

Turkeys.

I know turkeys,
but they're not like

The Thanksgiving Turkey,
like The Easter Bunny.

Right, right.
Okay, here we go.

O Forces of darkness,
opposed to the light.

O Powers of pain,
O Bearers of fright.

Oh, enough of this!
I'll take it from here.

Reverse this dark spell,
cast straight from the pit.

And banish these villains to
The Land of the Holiday Misfits.

Well, well, well.

Look who showed up late
to the party.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Oh no, I don't old pal.

Welcome to the wonderful
Land of the Holiday Misfits.

I think you'll enjoy it.

Frizzlebuns, buddy,
thank goodness you're okay.

I was worried sick about you.

Mm-hmm, I'll bet you were.

I was. I hardly slept at all.

I couldn't eat,
I was distraught.

And I'll bet you didn't go along

with a single thing
this guy said, did you?

Bad Clyde?
Pft, no, of course not.

After what he did to you?
Mm... monster.

I can't possibly spend eternity
trapped with you two morons.

Frizzlebuns, tell me
how to get out of here.

If there was a way, don't you
think I'd have found it?

Frizzlebuns, I'm not sure
you could tell your belly button

from a hole in the ground.

Now, Benny The Easter Bunny

and that bag of feathers
named Henrietta

got out of here somehow.

I want to know how.

The Easter Bunny was here in
The Land of the Holiday Misfits?

Huh, I never saw him. You saw
him and you know it, Frizzlebuns.

Nope, not me! And if he got out
of here, I have no idea how.

So it looks like
you're stuck forever.

Now if you'll excuse me
I have an appointment to keep.

An appointment with whom?

My friend The Great Prince,
we're having a mad party.

Hnhu, and he's gonna play
the Pan flute, toodle-loo.

Okay, you guys,
if we were smart about this

we can still deliver
Easter baskets

to each and every kid out there.

And no one will ever know

that Easter was
almost lost this year.

Oh, Benny, it's late.

Do you really think
we can do it all?

After the great teamwork
we pulled off

in The Land
of the Holiday Misfits

I know we can, Hen.

I have no idea
what you're talking about

but you know I can fly fast,
and I'll help any way I can.

Before we continue,
let me just say, you two

are the best friends
an Easter Bunny could ask for.

I couldn't do half of this
without you guys.

Ha, coolax, where do we start?

With our maps and...
And we travel smart

to make up lost time
as we know the earth

is encircled
by six major wind belts,

three in each hemisphere.
Starting at the North Pole,

we ride the polar easterlies
down, catch the westerlies,

and then we hop to the
tradewinds to finish up by dawn.

I still can't
believe we did it, Benny.

We escaped The Land
of the Holiday Misfits,

saved Easter from the clutches
of Bad Clyde and his gang,

and delivered gift baskets

to each and every boy and girl
around the world.

I need a massage,
a pedi, and some cornmeal.

We did it, ha ha,

and that's all that matters.

O-ho-ho-ho.
How did Easter go, guys?

It came off without a hitch.

We delivered
each and every Easter basket

to the very last one.

That warms my heart, Benny.

I shudder to think
of a world without Easter.

Well, you'll never have
to think of it again

'cause Easter's here to stay.
Hear, hear!

Santa, we... we heard about
all you guys did in our absence

and... and I just
want to say thank you.

Yeah, thanks a bunch, you guys.

Don't mention it, ho-ho-ho.

Both of you would
have done the same for us.

I am certain of it and besides,

we Holiday icons
have to stick together.

You got that right.

Gargaff, I had no idea
you were a wizard

at magic spells
and incantations.

Neither did I.

He's not kidding.

We all just found out,

and even then,
it took some convincing.

And all this time
I thought it was only good

for guiding my sleigh
through the night.

Gee, thanks, Santa.

He-hey, guiding my sleigh
is a task in itself, reindeer.

And no one
could do it like you do.

If not for Gargaff,

I'd have hit
a mountainside years ago.

That's quite the vote
of confidence, Gargaff.

He's just hoping we'll
get into one more adventure

before settling in at the North
Pole for a few months of R&R.

Well-deserved R&R, I might add.

Truer words
have never been spoken.

Indeed.

Benny, Henrietta,
it's been a pleasure

getting to spend this time
with you this season.

Hopefully, we can
do it again soon,

maybe over my Christmas Holiday
ho-ho-ho.

And maybe without the evil
spells and those close calls.

I'll second that, Gargaff.

And third.

And fourth.

Like Mrs. Claus always says,

"The reindeer is the brains
of the operation." Ho-ho-ho.

I mean she's not wrong.

She's never wrong,
just ask her. Ho-ho-ho.

Seeing each other again
sounds nice, Santa.

Maybe we'll swing by
the North Pole next winter.

Yeah, after we come back from our
Land of the Holiday Misfits vacation.

What? That's a joke, right?

No, she's being serious.

But we, but you... you...

Why would you ever
want to go back there?

We made some really nice friends
when we were there.

You should meet them.

Nooo, thank you.

I think Gargaff's had enough adventuring
for a good while, Henrietta.

Tell you what, old boy that's
enough flying for a while.

What say we head
north back to The Pole

and I have Mrs. Claus boil us

some of that scrumptious
hot chocolate for us.

Here we go.
Bye, Benny, bye, Henrietta.

Easy boy, easy.

See you next Christmas,
my friends, ho-ho-ho.

There they go, Hen,
two of a kind.

They sure are. Friends like
them two are hard to find.

We'll see them again, hopefully
under calmer circumstances.

Maybe, I don't know
if my new toy

will leave much time for relaxation.
What new toy?

The Great Invisible
Easter Egg of Muffet Land.

You're kidding, right?
No.

Where is it?

Right there.

Get out, really?

Mm-hm, I grabbed it
back at the lair

after Gargaff banished
Bad Clyde.

Whoa, what are you
gonna do with it?

I don't know,
try out some spells.

Spells? What spells?

Hmm, I only know one.

O Forces of darkness,
opposed to the light.

O Powers of pain.
O Bearers of fright.

Oh, no.