All language subtitles for The Wingfeather s01e01 The Sea Dragon Song

Oh, the bumpy dick toad.

Stabish elbows.

Exceedingly hot behind her parts.

Gum, gulp, and swallow anything it can
catch.

Never knew a dig toad would be that big.

A fassled dove.

Cute, wary look in the eye.

Stenchy.

at the giant fangs on that thing. The
toothy cow.

It uses its long tail to distract its
prey with its hounding.

Yeah, its toothiness is hideous and most
dreadfully deadly.

And its bulbous eyes disorient hapless
travelers with its crazed and malicious

gleam.

Malicious gleam? Does that mean you can
eat it?

here for the rest of our lives.

Wait, what did Toothy count?

Well, Pembroke's Creaturepedia says
they'll eat people.

Prickle thorns, squeeblums, glup fruit.

Glup fruit?

Glup fruit.

Oh,

throw it farther.

You know how much trouble you'll be in
if you're caught with that? More trouble

than being trapped up in a tree by a
toothy cow!

Good point.

Just try to get it into the woods.

No!

You better leave the bow.

Lily girl, how about something with a
little more giddy -up?

Like a pirate shanty? Maybe the one
about Squid Valley the Wild?

Aye, that's perfect.

Uh -oh.

I'm going to get Samworth wraps.

Oh, for the last time, I have anything.

Straight off the cliff. A lot of them.
Grandpa.

Fine. I'll let them live.

Barely. I'll help you bag them.

I don't know what I'd do without you
guys.

Not with you around, we didn't. I'd love
to have an actual potato harvest this

year. I hope you get all of them this
time.

We will, Mama.

Up, boys.

You're on dinner duty. Okay.

Super tasty.

I'm hungry. We'll go wash up.

For what we receive from the maker, may
we be truly grateful.

We are.

Let's eat.

Buzzard Willie says he spotted a toothy
cow roam in the forest edge. You boys

keep a keen eye out.

Yes, sir.

Everyone excited for the festival
tomorrow? Dragon Day. I can't wait for

Sacky Tack races.

And Handy Ball. I can't wait to hear the
dragons sing. Their songs make me feel

so... Dragon tongues fill people with
many feelings, sweetie.

Lot of hubbub over nothing, it is.

Jenner, did you return it like I asked?
Well, I meant to.

It's all right, lad.

I'll deal with him.

You itch -a -bee.

Helmer. Iggabees are my kin.

You didn't turn him a hacker.

Second weapon's violation,

you sleaze.

Apologies, masters.

One weapon, formerly known as a garden
hoe.

I'd love to slap shacks on you, but then
Slarby'd have to drag that belly band

to jail. He's a real plumber, all right.

You lose tool boy privileges for a
month, another violation, and it's the

carriage for you.

Scribble your name.

Don't hurt him! I'll show you a real
pair of visors.

Anything else, Master Fangs?

Leave the big piggies in their filthy
muck.

Rand Blaggis now. I bet that I'll win
the blue ribbon tomorrow in the Hop Hop

Squat Hop Run Race. I wonder what weird
creatures the Menagerie Master will have

this year.

Maybe he'll have baby Nick Buzzards.

And after I win, I'm gonna eat a whole
gumpkin pie. You do remember there's a

limit to sweets, right? Not on Dragon
Day there isn't. We can do whatever we

want. Not whatever, Kelmar.

Here are your outfits.

Mom, I can't even run in those.

Please, not the vest.

Everyone dresses up for Dragon Day.

I like the vest.

You just want Sarah Cobbler to see you
looking all fancy. Oh, will she be

Dragon Day may be a day when folks try
to forget about things.

But it doesn't mean the things forget
about us. Have fun, but no shenanigans.

Remember,

you're responsible for Lily and Tink
tomorrow.

I know.

Why can't I ever have a dragon do just
to myself?

Hey, someday.

But then, maybe you'll miss it.

Good night, boys.

First thing I'm getting is blue... Merry
gooey balls.

Lots of them. Maybe they'll have plum
and fluffins again. First thing we'll do

is return these to books and crannies. I
am not lugging them around all day.

Right, because you really need more
practice returning things. Like garden

Ink don't matter.

Does it have to be next to me? We'll all
be smelling it.

What are the rules when you're in town?

Dig together, be polite.

When things are bad, stay out of sight.

Now can we go? Yes, we can go.

Neck.

Just a moment.

Shiny.

That neck's silver, too.

But it was my grandmother's.

So slimy. I mixed in a few more rat
tails than last time, and I dusted the

spider eggs with hog pig dandruff. Your
squirm has got the most blumpery pop.

If you wasn't a people, I'd almost like
you next.

I've got business at the Gunkels. I'll
find you later on the green. Hey, good

luck keeping an eye on your brother.

Tank!

Oh, hey, Sarah.

Oh, happy Dragon Day.

Oh, I like your vest, Jenner. And I like
your flowers, Lily.

Oh, thanks.

Do you want one?

How does it look?

I think it looks beautiful.

Don't you?

Um, great.

It looks great.

Volume 13, you got it? Oh, have you read
it?

No. I heard it has fire ivy in it,
though. I just got to that chapter. Did

know dragon moles can eat it? It doesn't
burn them? It's in Pembroke's

Creaturepedia. Janner memorized the
whole book.

I'll have to read that. Can we please
go?

Anyway, have fun at Dragon Day. You too.

Sing, Spiver, for the gentleman.

Oh, I say, Junty.

So, Shaggy, what's the news?

News? Well, it's our ninth Dragon Day
under the slimy boots of these fangs.

And I'm feeling it in me creaky knees,
mostly.

Barely rolled out of bed this morning.

I meant news from the world.

Ah, I've heard things, Podo.

Dark things.

Dark how?

Dark like ships with black sails going
into the Foo Islands.

Dark like trolls on the move in the
Leonard Woodlands.

Heading north.

Rumor is Blackcarriage took three
children in Dugtown last month.

They're taking children now?

When does this nightmare end?

No one can fight the thing.

No one can, or no one will.

Well, I mean... It ends when someone
finds the spine to do something about

That's when. And where's your spine, old
-timer?

Keeping me upright.

Mr. Ateep.

Zuzab, Zuzab.

Oh, he eager bees.

Ever so polite and generous.

Want to race?

Oh, Jenna, my boy.

As the great poet and not -so -great
circus performer Adderley Flameswallow

said, I could maybe use some help. Oh,
well, I can come back tomorrow. We're

kind of in a hurry to get to Dragon Day.
Dragon Day, exactly.

I'm putting these books in the window to
sell to festival goers, all of them

about Sea Dragon.

Do any of them say why Dragon Song makes
people act so... Odd, silly,

discombobulated? Oh, yeah.

Mayor Blaggis couldn't stop crying for a
week. Oh, not only that.

He was so deeply moved by the song, he
promised to never again pick his nose in

public. I'm pretty sure that didn't
work. He made it almost five minutes.

Sadly, the mysteries of Dragonsong have
never been fully explained.

Ah, now, here's a rare copy of a
masterwork by Dimble the Chomp.

In it, he catalogues more than 720
distinct odours present in dragon

Burnt pudding, throw -whack, thwap,
burp. Why is he called Dimble the

My boy, consider the necessary proximity
of Dimble's nose to the subjects of his

research, and let your imagination work
it out.

I'll see you soon, Mr. Ruteep.

Ah, well, here we have Spawley Tortnow
says 1 ,001 things I was surprised to

a dragon eat.

I believe Dimble the Chomped was number
411.

Oh, well, as Climby Bunting said,
goodbye then, my young informal

Feather.

Here,

catch!

Clipwood's annual Dragon Day.

We are truly indebted to our brave and
magnanimous host whose presence here is

ever present.

I would particularly like to acknowledge
Commander Norn. Where is he?

There he is.

Thank you for your generosity in
allowing us this one day of gladdish

celebration and remembrance of our
storied history.

up to and including our liberation at
the hands, claws, of the Fangs, whose

guidance and order have forever changed
our lives into something so very, very

different from what they once were.

Well,

anyway, may I present a favorite of town
near and far, the one and only

Armalyn the Bard.

My, don't you all look beautiful. Well,
most of you anyway.

Fangs are ugly.

What? Yes?

Come on.

Can you see the half moon rising from
the sea

so dark and wide?

Far beyond the east horizon lies an

island.

Oh, Polly, I heard the carriage took
your husband.

Why are you here?

I brought you a warm quilt and a fresh
loaf of butter bread.

Bread?

Polly, it's wrong that they took Tom.

This shouldn't happen.

I want you to know that you're not
alone.

Look what we got.

Spark powder. We've got enough to set
off a pop rocket.

Whoa! Come on.

Hey, Tink, give me another bite of that
berry bun.

Lily, stay here till I get back.

Tink!

You can't just run off.

They've got a pop rocket!

Really?

But we can't do anything to get in
trouble.

Then let's not get caught.

That's not what I meant. When you ran
off, I had to leave Lily alone listening

to the songs. What songs?

Lily?

Lily!

Hello, little princess.

Hi. I liked your song.

Why, thank you.

I like your dog.

It made me want to laugh and sing and
cry all at the same time.

Well, there can be a kind of magic in
music.

I don't think there's any magic in my
music.

What's your secret?

It's like that sometimes for me, too.

Other times, something happens.

Something I can't explain.

Some songs can make you homesick.

Even when you're right at home.

I'm so sorry.

Well, till we meet again, then.

Papa? Have you seen the children?

I'm sure Janner's got them.

I'm going to check Dunn's green.

Aye, that's surely where they'll be.

Me, I'm getting home, before I have to
listen to them dragons sing.

Where'd she go?

Listen. Knock it.

Knock it.

Let

him

down, you slithery bully.

Come closer, little heart. And I'll give
your bones a

crunch.

Hey! Oh, okay.

Take it easy.

Thanks for having me fight that thing.

Run!

in hassle and we brats again.

I'll skin those rumps alive.

Those piggies are igabees. Igabees?

Pingabees? I'm tossing them to the
dragons.

Try it. The normal flayer scales before
moonrise. Don't give a rockroach poop

about any snot trippers.

Excepting that the igabee man bakes the
best maggot loaf in Glipwood.

You come between that maggot loaf and
Norm's gut and it'll... Snap your fangs

off and feed them to you.

Now look at you, Private.

Ruined your duds with your own slobby
dribble. Go change your sodding uniform

and report for duty.

Scared by a googly and spewed himself
silly.

Wait till the truth here about this one.

Are you hurt?

What about your leg?

Nope. Can you believe we fought a fang?
We fought a fang!

Oh, we're in so much trouble.

Hey, look!

Whoa. Down there!

The dragon.

We have to get out of sight. Now!

We can't get to dragons. It's the best
part. Mom put me in charge, and I say

we're going home.

Lily, what are you doing?

Oh, hello, Rayleigh, below, hello, well,
dark in the deep.

Down beneath the earth you go.

I think the big one is very sad. I heard
him. He spoke to me.

Enough. It's time to go.

Now.

Now what in the great goblin grizzle
fins happened here? You should have seen

it. Lele kicked a fang. Then we all
fought him. I...

Dragons? Fangs? Now, slow your tongue,
boy. What? Like we talked about, Papa.

Batten the hatches.

Aye, batten the hatches.

Lily, get inside and help your ma.

Tink, close up the shutters.

Tanner, help me get some things from the
barn.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know what else to do.

You can't be two places at once.

You defended your sister, and all three
of you are home safe.

Tonight, that's all that matters.

What is it?

I heard them, Grandpa.

I heard a dragon speaking.

I understood the words.

How?

Speaking, eh?

Huh.

Come on.

Let's get to work.

All quiet out there.

What shall we do, Papa?

The Sea Dragons will be gone south
tomorrow.

We lie low for a few days and hope that
the Fangs go back to their muck.

Hey,

Slar, get up.

The Black Carriage is here.

We got a fresh batch of nasties to
broadcast.

dark in the deep down beneath the earth
you go

go hallelujah fast to sleep fast to

sleep fast to sleep

dark hallelujah

Praise again, O Lord, in all.

Spring abundant, total well.

Render clean the dying bow.

Raise the rock where you can fall.

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