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[suspenseful music]

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- Come on, the clock is ticking.

We've gotta save Uncle Budrick from getting executed.

[sneaky music]

According to our intel, he's in the dungeon

being guarded by Gastley's executioner.

[panting]

Do we really want to face an executioner?

It's like his job to cut people's heads off!

Oh, that sounds pretty cool.

I mean, when it's not your uncle's head, Max.

Thanks, Millie.

- My map says this way. - Let's go!

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[grunts]

- [echoing] Wow, it's so big!

- And Gastley's so short. - [bleats]

[exciting rock music]

- ? Lot of people telling me what I should be ?

? But I want to make my own destiny ?

? Got a feeling that it might be time for me ?

? To find my own way ?

? 'Cause I can feel it in my heart ?

? It takes a lot to be brave, but just a little to start ?

? Let's go take a million chances ?

? Let's go change our circumstances ?

? I'm gonna write my own story and the hero is me ?

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[flames whoosh]

[ominous music]

- Kevyn, which way to the dungeon?

- Uh, I seem to have misplaced my-

huh? [gasps]

Give me back my map, you even-toed ungulate!

- [gulps, burps] - Ah! Ugh.

- Great! How are we supposed to find the dungeon now?

- Well, what goes in must come out.

- [farts, bleats] - Ugh!

- Not to worry. I can take one glance at something,

and the image is forever burned in my brain.

- So you're saying you remember exactly what was on the map?

- Right down to the tiniest detail.

[footsteps approaching] [all gasp]

- Someone's coming. Quick, hide!

[suspenseful rock music]

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[door creaks]

Oi, anyone in here?

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[gasps]

- [sneezes] - Ah!

Hey!

- Greetings. - Howdy!

[gasps]

[grunts] [crashes]

Huh?

- Everyone run! - Huh?

[grunting]

- [bleats] - Hey, get back here!

[bleats]

Quick, over there!

[guards yelling]

[bleats]

I beg your pardon, Max.

That sneeze caught me by surprise.

- It caught me on the arm. - It's OK, Kevyn.

The more important thing is figuring out

how to shake these guards.

- How are the kids doing now, Mumblin?

[whooshing]

[screaming]

Uh, not good.

[bleating]

- She says, "you all go. I'll distract the guards."

- Wait. Simon, you can speak sheep?

- Huh. I guess I can. - [bleats]

- She says, "Trust me, it's the only way.

"And also, my name isn't Doris. It's Roberta.

"Doris was my mom's name,

"and well, we just never got along that well.

Mothers and daughters, am I right?"

[guards grunting]

- Let me help you. - Hey!

- [bleats] - Hey, Doris-I mean, Roberta.

- [bleats] - I don't mean to interrupt,

- but we really gotta go. - [bleats]

- She says, "goodbye, my friends.

"If we don't meet again in this life,

we'll meet in the next."

Man, that's heavy.

[bleats]

[guards grunting]

[whimpers]

- [laughs] Oh, well, look at this.

- It's just a cute little sheep. - [snaps, growls]

[guards screaming]

[bleats]

[groaning]

Oh, ugh!

Guard!

[footsteps approaching]

You bellowed, Your Highness?

Did we wet the bed again?

- [sputtering] I don't-

I- no!

Is it execution time yet?

I get so excited the night before an execution.

They're my favorite things in the whole wide world.

Sorry, Your Majesty.

It's still six hours until sunrise.

I can't wait. Alert everyone.

I want to do the execution now!

Oh, but first,

I have to figure out what to wear.

- I hope Doris- I mean, Roberta is OK.

Don't worry, Simon.

She may be soft on the outside.

But on the inside?

Steel wool, baby.

Kevyn, are we close?

It should be just ahead.

Hmm.

This corridor is much shorter than my map suggested,

and I don't remember this wall being here.

[knocks]

[yelps]

[snoring] Tulips.

- Gonna go ahead and assume that's the executioner.

Whoa. Look at that axe.

Must touch it.

- A-bup-bup!

No.

OK.

Now we just need to-

uh, where the heck is Kevyn?

[ominous music]

Max? Hello?

[whimpers]

- I hope you brought my slippers.

Coming, Sire.

[gasps, whimpers]

Hmm. Hmm.

[yelps]

- My toesies are fr-

guard?

- All right. I'm here now, Your Highness.

[snores]

Should we look for Kevyn?

We've come this far.

Let's spring Uncle Budrick first,

and then we'll go find Kevyn.

Now, let's see.

What shall I wear for the execution?

- I don't have the foggiest idea, Sire.

- Nor do I. But maybe a song would help.

[clears throat]

? A king must always look his best ?

? It's his royal duty to be well-dressed ?

? Yet there's an event where his finest attire ?

? Must be nothing short of fire ?

? Fashion must be on full display ?

? That day is here, Execution Day ?

[rock music]

? Hmm, what to wear, what to wear? ?

? Wear this tunic, do I dare? ?

? Maybe I'd look even better ?

? In this funny Christmas sweater ?

? Is this cloak the solution? ?

No, I wore it to the last execution.

? What to wear, what to wear? ?

? Oh, this shirt, au contraire ?

? Yes, I know I'd be a real suave stud ?

? But I don't want it covered in someone's blood ?

? One might wonder why I care so much ?

? Frankly, I use clothes as a bit of a crutch ?

? When I was born, the doctor said steadfastly ?

? "Look at this baby, ooh, how Gastley" ?

? Conrad, the charming one, I became the jealous son ?

? I wouldn't have the shoulder chip ?

? If my brother wasn't so hip ?

? I dress myself to push the pain away ?

? If only I could dress for his Execution Day ?

? What to wear, oh, skunk hair? ?

? Ugh! I'd look better in my underwear ?

? When that fool is on the chopping block ?

? My outfit, it must truly rock ?

? I've looked through all these closet rows ?

? It seems I hate all of my clothes ?

? I have no choice, I must dispose... ?

- of them! - Ah!

- ? And so the question grows and grows and grows ?

? What to wear? ?

Oh, this is nice. We didn't even need the song.

[claps]

Now I must accessorize.

Bring me the royal scarf collection!

All right, boys, "scarf collection" on three.

A-one, a-two, a-three. ? Scarf! ?

[grunts, screams]

[loud thump]

Ow.

Hmm?

[sweeping music]

[gasps]

[excited giggling]

Sweet mother of knowledge!

Your scarves, Sire.

- Ugh, finally! Bring them here.

- Uh, Sire, I've just received word that

Fendra would like to speak with you.

Ugh, now?

Doesn't she know I'm preparing for an execution?

[rock music]

- We can't just sit here and do nothing.

The kids need our help. [grunts]

- [gasps] Oh, my! Homemade grenades?

- A few of these sprinkled around the castle

would have the place in chaos.

- That would give us time to- - Oh, my, my, my!

- That's much too risky! - Hmph.

Like I always say, go big or go home.

- Ah! Actually, madam, that gives me an idea.

Maybe, just maybe, we can go big and go home.

[both gasp]

- all: Hm? - [snoring]

- The key we need is around his neck.

[snoring]

[suspenseful music]

Mommy, I don't want to go to executioners' school.

I want to be a florist.

Uh...whatever you want, son.

Now go beddy-bye.

[keys jangle]

- OK, nghty-night, Mommy. [snores]

[gasping]

- Ah! [sighs]

[gasps] Huh?

- [snores] - [exhales]

- Hey, Larry, wake up!

The big guy wants to kill the jester now.

- Chop-chop, literally! - [gasps]

- [laughs] See what I did there?

- [snorts awake] I'm coming.

What the-hey, what's going on? I can't see.

That's it, I'm gonna use it.

I'm gonna use it!

[grunts] Why is this axe so heavy?

[grunting]

Oh, haha!

- I'm gonna use it! - Nice and easy.

- That's it. - [crazed breathing]

[laughs nervously]

- Come on. - [grunts]

[lock clicks]

Uncle Budrick, we're here!

[scary music] Ah!

Oh, no, we're too late!

Your uncle's already decomposed!

- Millie, Millie, that isn't Uncle Budrick.

None of these are.

Then...where is he?

What if I'm too late?

What if Uncle Budrick's-

- Max, look! It's an escape tunnel.

Your Uncle Budrick must've gone through here.

- Oh, gosh. Dude, why didn't you tell us?

- [gasps] Simon, you're right. Let's go!

[rock music]

[breathing excitedly]

Ah, what a treasure trove! [giggles]

Think of all of the wisdom that resides on these shelves!

[grunting]

Huh.

[coughs]

And to think Gastley uses it merely as

a personal trash heap.

[book thumps]

Huh, how curious.

Huh. "Book of Prophecies"? [gasps]

I simply must have you for my collection!

[footsteps approaching] Ooh!

- Ugh. Fendra, yoo-hoo!

Show yourself at once.

It's rude to keep a king waiting.

- [evil laughter]

- Whoopie! You've made your dramatic entrance.

Now, come on, what is it?

I'm supposed to be executing my jester any moment,

and I still hate what I'm wearing.

Be honest, what do you think of this scarf?

- - Silence! - Oh.

- The moment we've been waiting for is here.

Ever since Conrad's trusty little wizard resurfaced,

I put out feelers to track down his whereabouts.

I haven't found him yet but it's only a matter of time.

I do believe he's finally within our grasp!

- Ugh, it's not even scarf season.

I'm-I'm sorry. Uh, who is within our grasp?

- King Conrad!

You know, the king that everyone thinks is dead,

but is actually alive?

- [gasps] Conrad's alive?

- - What was that? - [gasps]

- Great news, Sire. I found the red one.

- Excellent! What do you think, Fendra?

Yay or nay? Hmm?

- Ugh, forget the scarf! Conrad is out there.

Have you thought about what would happen

if he were to return? Your reign would be over.

- Yes, of course I've thought about that.

The question is, what are you doing about it, Fendra?

Go and find my brother,

and then we'll actually eliminate him this time.

Hmm, hmm?

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an execution to attend.

- [frustrated shriek]

Egad! I have to find Max.

- Mumblin, this is your plan for saving the kids?

- It was your idea to go big or go home.

[growls]

[hinges creak]

Aha!

Freedom!

[gasps]

- If by freedom, you mean freedom to die,

- then you're correct. - Uh, sorry, what?

- If by freedom, you mean freedom to die...

- What? - Then you're correct. Ugh!

- So-so sorry. - I- [sighs]

Hello. Hi.

If by freedom, you mean freedom to die, then you are correct.

- I'm sorry, it's very hard to understand you

- with the echo. - Oh, this is exhausting.

We have to find a smaller room.

I said, if by freedom, you mean freedom to die,

- then you are correct! - Oh, "die." Got it.

- Guards, grab the jester and put him on the chopping block.

Choppity chop, chop, chop.

Ah! Ah!

No, no. Hold on!

No, now let's not be too hasty!

- Now where is that wretched executioner?

I'm starting to get the feeling that

no one's taking Execution Day seriously.

[panting]

Sire, the prisoner has escaped!

- No, you foul-breathed fool! The prisoner's right here.

Oh, uh, never mind.

- Now, Jester, if you have any last words,

do speak them now.

But they better not be about my outfit.

You try putting together an ensemble so last minute!

I'd just like to say,

Max, wherever you are,

I love you, and I am so proud of-

- Actually, if I could get those sock puppets

before you, you know...

[snickers] That would be great.

I wouldn't want to get any blood on them.

[in high-pitched voice] Hello, how are you?

I'm good. How are-

[in normal voice] What? It's not weird.

Now, off with his head!

[tense music]

[whimpers]

[evil laugh]

Hold it right there!

- Max! - Huh?

- Wait, you're that pesky street urchin.

Weren't you eaten by a boar?

And more importantly,

why are you interrupting this execution?

- You can't kill my Uncle Budrick.

Actually, I can.

He's a terrible jester, and I'm the king. Proceed!

[tense music]

- Wait, wait! Uh, you-you're right.

- He is terrible! - Max, that is not helpful.

- But-but he's only terrible because, uh-

because he's not a solo act!

You see, we're, um, a group act called Max...

- And... - The Midknights!

- Oh, really? And what, pray tell, is your act?

We, um...juggle!

- Yeah. - Yep!

- [yawns] Do you see me yawning?

That means I've seen juggling before.

- But you haven't seen jugglers like us.

We're famous for juggling really weird things,

like...razor-sharp swords.

- Swords? Hmm. Well, color me intrigued.

I daresay such a bold display could be rather...dangerous.

- Very! I mean, we'd show you what we can do, but...

we don't have any swords on us.

- Pish-posh! Guards, don't just stand there.

Hand over your swords to the jugglers!

Give-take the swords- there you are.

Hand it- there, very well done.

- [panting] Your Highness,

there's been a breach in the castle.

- Why are you telling me this now?

Where are the breachers?

- Well, they're-oh, uh, right in front of you, sir.

Who, them?

No, this is a band of jugglers, you imbeciles.

You are jugglers, aren't you? Because if not,

I'd really love to have those swords back.

Sorry, Gastley. No can do.

- Why, you- you deceitful little snake!

- Uh, Max, maybe we should leave.

Yeah, agreed.

- We can't go. Not without Kevyn.

Here I am!

Good timing. Now...run!

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- Get them! Get the juggling breachers!

[swords clanking]

Let's go! This way!

- I think these swords are slowing us down.

Jeez, these are heavy!

- We should ditch 'em. - Aw, do we have to?

This way! Over there!

- Silly juggling breachers, you've run right into my maze!

Get them!

[rock music]

Hey, look, our swords!

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- Wait, didn't we just come from this way?

- Oi! [kids scream]

Oi, stop!

You won't get away from us!

Another dead end.

OK, let's not panic.

- Honestly, I think panic is our best move right now.

Help! We're lost!

- [screaming] - This is terrible.

I've literally led my friends into a maze.

I'm not just gonna get Uncle Budrick's head chopped off-

What?

- I'm gonna get all our heads chopped off.

Wait a tick.

I've seen this maze before,

from the window in Gastley's bedroom.

Now, I believe we entered the maze through Gastley's sternum,

and we'll be able to exit through his crown. Follow me.

[dramatic music]

- Have you found them yet? Hello?

They are ruining Execution Day!

- No, no, no. It's this way. It's this way, dummy.

Don't call me a dummy, dummy!

- Oh, forget this. There's an easier way through this maze.

- This way. We're almost out.

[axe clanks] [kids screaming]

Ah!

- There! - A door!

Now to get out of here.

[grunts] It's locked.

- Look, it's Roberta! - [bleats]

- Wait, it's Doris again? Oh, I see.

As we've been working through the maze,

you've been working through your mommy issues.

Aw, Doris, good for you. And I'm so glad you're alive.

Not alive for long.

Finish them.

[kids whimpering] [Doris bleating]

[dramatic music]

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[evil laugh]

[grunting]

- [loud thud] - [growls]

- [gasps] - What's going on?

- Ah! - What's that? Is that a-

It's a giant!

[loud rumbling]

- Ha-ha-ha! How you like me now?

- Dad? - That's right.

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Climb aboard.

Grab a finger!

[all shouting]

- Looks like we made it just in time.

Mumblin!

What sorcery is this?

Ah! Where is Fendra when you need her?

You, don't just stand there. Chop him down or something.

- [weapons clank] - [clears throat]

[guards yelling]

And a splinter, too. Ah!

Oof!

Ouch.

- You made Nolan a giant? - Well, not on purpose.

I was actually trying to turn him into a big wooden horse

that we could all, hmm, escape in.

But hey, well, uh, this works too.

- All this effort just to save one troubadour.

You really know how to make a guy feel special.

And Max...

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[rock music]

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- [people screaming] - What is that?

[yelling, gasping]

- Ah, it's a giant! Oh, it's Nolan.

- Did you get them? - They're right here.

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[laughter]

- Oh, you're OK. I was so worried about you all.

- [clears throat] Forgetting someone?

- No, no, I'm here and Alice is fine-oh!

Oh, yes, of course, of course, you.

Uh, let's cut you down to size, Nolan.

Sha-ba!

- [squeaky voice] Ah, that feels better.

Hey, wait!

- [chuckles] Uh, let's try that again.

- Oh. Ah! There we are. There we are.

No, that's- oh, that's not right.

No, that's not right. Oh, no.

Oh, here? No.

- Come on, Mumblin! Put your back into it.

Ah!

- Phew! I was starting to get a little worried there.

- Oh, this blasted thing needs a tune-up.

Right, it's the wand's fault.

- Come on, everyone. Inside.

- Mom, wait! I have important news.

King Conrad is alive.

- [gasps] - [gasps]

- Alive? - Hmm?

Say what now?

- Your Highness, unfortunately, we lost the giant

- and the juggling breachers. - [grumbles]

Could you explain to me how you lose

[shouting] a 50-foot-tall man?

- Well, you see, he was running in a zig-zag pattern-

No excuses.

I want you to bring me Max and the Midknights,

dead or alive.

[flames roar, swords clank]

[exciting rock music]

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