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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.