All language subtitles for The Wingfeather s01e02 A Mysterious Map

Nobody else in Gleepwood does bags.

Why do we have to?

You don't have to. You get to.

All right.

Why do we get to?

Because Esben would have wanted you to.
Your father isn't here, but that doesn't

mean you're not his children.

You're Igby's.

And Igubis learn their thags. What's so
special about being an Igubi? Yeah, it

doesn't feel special being locked up
inside for the last two weeks. Tell

Igubi. If you don't want to study the
three honored and great subjects, then

can just help me fold laundry instead.

No, I didn't say I didn't want to do
thags. I just asked why we have to.

Mm -hmm.

Oh, ho, holeray?

Where did you hear that word? It was in
the song I sang with the dragons.

But those weren't even real words. You
were just making them up. And I heard

dragons speak it. But dragons don't sing
real words. Right, Grandpa?

I never yet met one that did.

Boy, could it roar, though. I bet that
roar could blow all the fangs right back

to dang.

Wait! Do dragons eat fangs?

Dragons plague the sea.

Fangs plague the land.

Neither troubles the other. Now, no more
talk of dragons.

Understood?

All right, then. I'll be outside making
the rounds.

We need to get out of the house.

It's not safe.

Ah, no fang has so much as shown their
face this side of the bridge.

We've hid long enough. In fact, it's
time we get back to normal.

I'm going into town tomorrow, and I'm
taking the children with me.

Oh, but, Papa. Just for a game of gypsy.

It's far enough outside the town that no
one will trouble them.

You call yourself fangs? Shut

your gobs. You're not fangs.

Fangs are fearsome.

Lonesome. You are...

I might even have to move up your re
-fangings.

Might need to make it two re -fangings
for old Slarb.

Ah, yes.

Slarb.

Humiliated by the eagerly piglets and
their mutt.

Those rants never thrashed me.

The rock clung to my skull bone from
above.

Probably that florid sword.

from Dugtown just to coat your noggin,
did he?

Well, we just got orders to be ready to
march, and marching usually ends up in

fighting. And fighting is what gets the
fang promoted.

If we impress General Crack, our next
assignment might just be in

Torboro.

And that place is swimming in maggot
land.

Go prepare your gear, sharpen your
spears, and kiss your ugly

mamas goodbye.

What's so funny?

Flags ain't got no mamas.

I say dismiss!

Not you.

You're being reassigned.

The Black Carriage rolls into Glipwood
tonight.

I'm putting you on carriage duty.

Oh, Danny.

Janner, keep an eye out. Stay clear of
the forest.

Yes, sir.

But we can't start without her. If she's
a team catcher... Sure we can.

I'll pick who I want, and she can have
leftovers.

You weren't going to start picking teams
without me, were you, Bun?

Whoa. You made this? Yeah. It took me
two weeks to get it perfectly stuffed.

Wow. This is amazing, Sarah. Thanks,
Tanner.

I didn't say anything.

Oh, how long a match we playing?

Three game blocks? Make it ten. And
losers have to eat a bowl of boggle

Whoa. The kind that glow?

The kind that glow.

Ten it is.

First pick. I got Tink.

I want Lily.

Good luck.

We get Janner.

Sarah, you know I'm not that good at
dibsy.

I've mostly just sat on the sidelines
and watched it all my life. That's

why I picked you. You know every rule in
this crazy game, and that's going to

help us win.

You ready to be scallywalloped?

I've never lost as captain. You've never
been captain.

Like I said.

All right, let's do this.

Winger, winger, dump!

Ah.

Willie.

Poodle.

You know, at some point, Poto, you're
going to have to let old brother Willie

off the hook.

It's not me. It's him.

And it was almost 50 years ago. Let
bygones be bygones. I'm an old man,

All I got are me bygones.

Well, ain't that the truth.

What can I get you, Poto?

I'll take the Torboro Special.

You looking for bad news?

Our work.

Hey, I'm open!

I'm over here!

Dragon Strike!

Good knock -a -block, Dink. Two points.

Stay in goal this time and bounce the
slingers. I'll boat hard like I'm

whooshing their screechers. When they
moop their whackers, I'll jake those

cross -field to Janner who will already
have skittered around their hounders.

You only have Sarah to beat.

Janner gets woozy around Sarah.

Come on, Bunce, give me the shot. I do
not get woozy. Janner will make the

Hey, guys, am I still frozen?

So you think something's brewing with
the fangs?

Seems to be.

Heard your grandkids got into a tussle
during the festival.

Oh, maybe a little scuffle, but they got
there.

Well, you should know that Norm's got
your family marked for protection,

to Nia's tasty maggot loaf.

Aye, my Nia. She's a clever girl.

Oh, and that wily thing.

Those crimson climate starts are in the
back corner, Miss Durgle. Mm -hmm. Fine

weather today, eh, Mom?

Yes, fine.

That same slob who messed with your
grant?

Norm gave him a dust -up and put him on
black carriage duty.

Aye. Well, that'll keep him away to Fort
Lamondron, then.

Mm -hmm. For a bit, anyways.

You ready to buy those now, Miss
Sturgill?

about to be trampled to death by a
gambler. Good point, Lily.

Jet broke his freeze.

That's four points for us. We win the
first game block. What?

Great job, Pink.

You lost the game block and Sarah's new
ball.

I'll get it.

Tanner, no.

The woods are dangerous.

This is different than doing it to help
someone.

Young Iggy. Iggy Feather. Hey, Pete.

What are you doing here? Where? Oh,
here.

Me.

Your mother will be worried.

A sock man or not, just you wait till
next game, Janner Igabee.

This match goes on for eight more
blocks.

Oi,

Tink, let's go, lad.

Bye, guys.

I see you got the Torboro special at
Farinia's again.

Ah, did more than that I did.

I also found out that troublesome Fang
was reassigned to carriage duty, so he

shouldn't be a problem around Glipwood
for a while.

We can relax.

Aye, no more of this laying low and
creeping about.

So, I can go in to help Mr. Retief
tomorrow?

It's fourth day. He'll want me to unload
the new shipment of books.

All right, but stay clear of any fangs.
I will.

Thank you. And take Tink with you.

I'm going there to work. I can't watch
him the whole time. And Lily?

Lily and I have some business of our own
to attend to.

Well, then, that settles it.

Another ship.

Careful, brother.

Those aren't flowers, you know.

They're going to the manor, yes.

Indignably, yes.

The manor.

A place no sane person would want to
visit.

Perfect.

Travel well, old friend.

Thanks, Mr. Schuster.

ZooZap will love this.

Hello? Mr. Teep?

ZooZap?

You, uh, summoned?

Is Mr. Ateep around?

Young Jana, yes.

He's out back.

Mr. Ateep?

Ah, here, Mr. Ateep. Let me help.

Ah, Jana.

A most timely arrival.

I knew a shipment was due today.

Clever boy.

Ever so observant. Why don't you unload
these crates and I'll sort them?

Mr. Ateep, where did you get all of
these books?

From all over Scree and beyond.

After the Great War, many of the folk
from across the Dark Sea came here.

As they've passed through, I've
collected and preserved everything I

As the great librarian Geeta Puttlestuff
once said, behind every epic victory

and crushing defeat is a librarian who
told you which aisle it's in.

I wish I could go on adventures,
searching for books. The furthest I've

been is to the field beyond Buzzard
Willie's garden.

And that was for a picnic. If there's
one thing I learned in all my travels,

lad, it's that some of the best journeys
happen at home.

Picture it. A warm fire, tucked away
with a good book.

What I'm trying to say is that for as
much as you want to see the wider

Don't forget the glow of home.

Don't forget this place.

One day I'm going to need help running
it, you know.

That's still a long way away.

Here, I'll help you with the next crate.

Anira.

Oh, that.

That's nothing. Why don't I finish up
here and I'll meet you at the front. Run

along.

Dump in these scallywags where they
can't steal our potatoes anymore.

But why buzzard Willie's farm?

Because he'll think it's funny. Here,
give me a hand.

He'll think it's funny when Thwap steals
his potatoes?

Fifty years ago, Willie and I were best
friends, but both sweet on the same gal.

Willie swooped in and stole Myrna
Bridgeholler's heart before I could woo

And you're still mad about it?

Mad? No, I don't reckon I'm still mad.

We just kind of got in the habit of
paying each other back, prank upon

And after a while, I... Oh, I know it
sounds strange, but... And after a

you were having so much fun pulling
pranks on each other that you almost

to feel like friends again.

I never said that.

No one steals my grandpa's girl and gets
away with it.

Are you okay?

I'm fine. The man's... What?

That's weird.

What is it?

A map?

But to what?

Treasure, probably.

Or a secret hideout for Fang Fighters.
Put it back, Tink. It's not ours.

And if it is Fang Fighters... If what is
Fang Fighters? I am... Yes?

What do you have there?

You mean this?

The art of itching. Or this.

Give it to me.

The itch book?

No, the luscious, juicy fetch.

That was close. What was close?

Is everything all right?

You're hiding something.

Your secret is safe with me, child.

But if you wish to cure a vexing rash,
there are more helpful books than this.

Believe me, I've read them all, if you
know what I mean.

Oh, I do know what you mean, sir.

I recommend you begin with the classic
diagnostic manual, pimples, dimples,

scabs, and scars.

If you have a moment, I'll fetch it.

Unfortunately, we don't. We're already
late.

Promise our mom we'd be home to help
with dinner.

In that case, I'll pull some books about
itches.

And have them waiting at the desk next
time you come in.

Uh, thanks?

Ah, a beginner's guide to scratching
unreachable places.

Might aid that suffering child.

Lily, dear, I made you something to
replace what you lost.

Here.

Lizard kicker? A sailor earns her sea
name by her brave deeds.

I'd say you earned this one when you
fought the fang. And we're very proud of

her for it. But just the one. Right,
Lily?

Fangs are like toothy cows.

Better not to meet them at all. Right.

Thank you, Grandpa.

Ah, now those fangs will be quaking in
their scales at the sight of the mighty

Lily.

How's that itch, Tink?

What itch?

Nothing. Mr. Lateef got it in his head I
had a rash, so he tried to give me

books about itches.

Why would Oscar think that? Now, mark my
words, boy.

If it's a sort of a reddish green and
your toes swell up, you can take the

gut parts of a swindle fish and you
grind them up. Papa, that's not

talk for the table. I'm only saying.

The boy has a rash. He might be too
embarrassed to admit it. I don't have a

rash. Why does everyone think I have a
rash?

you to put it back.

I couldn't because of Nosy's Zuzab and
then Oscar's Itch Crusade. We barely got

out of there without getting caught.

It's not ours, Tink. Do you think it's
Mr. Ratip's?

I don't know, but if it has to do with
resistance fighters, then it's

And someone needs it. We have to put it
back.

But right now while we have it, couldn't
we just follow it to see what secret it

leads to? And then put it back?

It's not ours, Tink.

If there's a secret, It's not our
secret.

All right, but can't we just look at it
at least?

Fine, but just for a minute.

Hey, doesn't that look a lot like
Thingap Falls?

Which means this would be where Glipwood
is.

And Serenia's flower shop is where the
special mark is.

So then all this dark part is the
forest.

And what's that right in the middle of
the woods?

Ankle Jelly Manor, I think? I've heard
of that.

Isn't it haunted by... The Ghost of
Brimney Stoop?

Nah, it's probably just a story. I don't
know anyone who's ever been there.

So why is a map to Ankle Jelly Manor
thatched in a secret spot at Books and

Crannies? Is Oscar secretly a treasure
hunter?

Or a fang fighter?

You barnacle scrapers asleep yet? Yes,
sir.

Almost. I didn't know my grandson slept
standing up.

Candles out. Good night.

Night, Grandpa.

Night, Grandpa.

It could be treasure.

Or fang players.

Ride, my child.

Would you sing the song of stones? We
wish the power to be our own. Then let

bend, both shape and form. And make us
fierce as fire and storm.

The Nameless One no longer believes the
jewels of an era are inscree.

He means to march west, beyond the edges
of the map. Why does the Mighty One

continue to seek these jewels?

Would you... Question the wisdom of Nag
the Nameless, General.

When we sacked Aneera, many writings of
Wingfeather were found. He spoke of the

jewel's ancient power.

Power that makes many things possible
with more pliable souls.

Ah, which is why you ordered us to seize
the brats of Dugtown.

Yes, my child.

But it is not enough.

The carriage must now travel nightly.

Or not!