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All right, one hour before the gates open

and the activities committee is buttoned up.

Simple folk do love their revels.

Well, it's not all about revels.

This event funds the art program

for all the schools in Woodside,

so without our efforts today,

there would be no artists tomorrow.

Oh, a tragic thought.

Yeah, it really is.

Uh, you can give those to Nana.

She's selling the raffle tickets.

But I just bought these from Nana.

You bought those?

All of them?

Male student: Hey boss,

where do you want the giant bowling?

Um, other side of the three-legged race.

Copy that.

Oh, and Declan sprained his wrist last night.

So, we're minus a big bubble guy.

Uh, can you do it?

I'm runnin' the ring toss.

Okay, um, yeah, I'll cover it, but just until one.

Then I'm on snow cones.

Female student: Patty from the Chronicle

will be here between one and two.

Pull some thoughts together.

She may want to interview the activities committee chair.

Oh, Gretta.

I have a question about your dad--

Well, I have questions of my own.

I was only a babe in my mother's arms

when he was devoured by angry fairies.

How do you just come up with this stuff

off the top of your head?

I was just wondering if he might help

with the three-legged race.

Oh, you mean Baldric.

Certainly.

Tell him it is my command.

All right.

Fifty-two minutes to showtime, guys.

Let's stay focused, okay?

Nana said I could win a prize.

I'd say the odds are good.

So, she'll call a number--

Right!

And if you have the ticket with that number,

then you get whatever prize is being raffled off.

Well, what if it's not the prize that I want?

Well, it's just fun to win something.

You know, surprises are fun.

That has not been my experience.

Come on, everybody likes surprises.

Okay, so about 1,000 years ago

there was this princess, Gretta.

And she was in big trouble

because she had lots of enemies

and not a lot of friends.

So her court magician, Baldric,

cast the champion spell.

It put everyone in the woods to sleep

until a champion would come,

break the spell with his kiss,

and deal with Gretta's big, scary enemies.

But that guy never showed up.

Instead, they got me.

Ow!

Release me at once!

Face me like men, you pigeon livers!

I do not have time for this!

Where's my shoe?

I'll make worm's meat of the lot of you!

Ow.

Ah!

An excellent day's catch.

Allow me to introduce myself--

Oh, I know who you are.

You do?

The green garb, feathered cap.

Rakish bravado

and the mysterious tattoo on your lef--

Right.

Right wrist.

You are Macklyn the Fox.

You are Princess Gretta the Besieged.

And you are?

I'm Dwight.

The Activities Chair.

Look, thank you for um, for the novel experience.

Really I wish we had more time,

but we're kind of committed to this thing in town--

Tarry a while.

Time enough for cares and woes.

Yeomen!

Make merry!

This is a moment long awaited.

I don't like how he just said that.

Nor I.

I have sought you these many years.

The key, your Highness.

Never!

The key.

I will have you hanged for brigand and knave!

Whoa, whoa, okay.

Let's not escalate this.

Nobody's hanging anybody.

You can put that away.

The key to what?

My royal treasury.

Gretta?

Just give him the key.

It's just money.

I cannot yield to a common bandit.

Well maybe they have good reason.

You know, rob from the rich, give to the poor.

We just rob from the rich and keep it ourselves.

Oh.

We rob from the poor too, actually,

though there is less money in that.

So, you need time to consider my proposal?

And what is your proposal?

Give me the key to the royal treasury--

That's it.

Seems kinda one sided.

No!

Hey, whoa buddy!

Ow!

Hey!

Whoa!

Take all the time you need, Princess.

See to it that Her Highness is afforded every comfort.

Yeomen, huzzah!

Are you kidding me?

Cease your kicking.

I can't just hang here like a Christmas ornament, okay?

I'm on bubbles, and snow cones,

and Patty from the Chronicle is coming at one,

and if I fail, then the carnival fails!

And if the carnival fails, then art fails!

Art fails, Gretta!

Oh.

Hold.

Holding.

I have a plan.

We swing our feet.

What do you think I've been doing?

No, no, no.

In big movements in unison.

Does unison mean something different to you?

Ah!

Come on.

Come on, Gretta!

Come on, Gretta, run!

Show some hustle, we've already missed the opening!

You should have unlocked these shackles

before we fled!

Oh!

I apologize for what's happening.

Here, just present this to any snacks counter

and get a complimentary beverage of your choice.

Enjoy the carnival.

We must find Baldric.

Can you get us out of these?

Macklyn is coming with no fewer than 20 brigands.

Sorry!

What's this?

Male student: Dwight!

Where have you been?

Dude.

Leave your personal life outside of this, man!

Oh no!

No, no, no, this is not personal.

I got eyes on the boss and he's heading over there now.

I am flying to the ring toss.

Where are you going?

The south lawn.

I'm late for Big Bubbles.

But what of the brigands?

They're gonna have to wait!

Bubbles!

There you are, Highness!

Baldric!

They named me grand marshall of the tournament!

The tournament?

You mean the three-legged race?

Shall I add your name to the list of valiant?

Not now, Baldric.

Macklyn the Fox has--

Oh, foof.

Ready?

Ready for what?

Are you out of your medieval mind?

Whoo!

Sorry!

Sorry!

Ah!

Ah, Princess.

I believe this is a worthy steed.

Not now, Baldric.

Macklyn the Fox and his bandits

could descend upon us at any given moment.

How many strong?

A score, at least.

He won't stage an open attack

within such a crowd.

He will use stealth.

Can you rid us of these shackles?

Uhhh... not without a key.

I'm sure the guys at the hardware store

can pop us out.

To the hardware store at once!

No, to Big Bubbles at once!

Please, Baldric.

Try.

Uh, no.

I'm not so sure I'm on board with this.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Radada-shadiba!

I think they might be tighter.

Oh.

Oh.

A thousand pardons.

This scepter is not what it once was.

Mark for Dwight.

Dwight, come in.

Over.

Dwight, are you there?

Dwight, come in.

Go for Dwight.

We've got an unmanned snow cone booth .

On my way now.

Come on.

Out, in, out, in.

Oh!

Out, in, out, in, out, in,

out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in.

Out, in, out, in.

Female student: Look alive!

Patty from the Chronicle just got here!

Where is she?

At VIP parking.

Maybe Gretta can do snow cones

while you meet and greet?

Ah, we cannot be separated.

Oh!

It's not what you think, it's somethin' way weirder.

I'll just send Patty your way.

Out, in, out, in, out, in.

Excuse us!

Out, in, out, in, out, in!

Sorry, you guys want snow cones?

Out, in, out, in, out, in.

Are you mad?

No!

Not at you, no.

Just, it's a frustrating situation.

Why are you hooked together?

Because life is misery and fate is cruel.

Enjoy the carnival!

The throng has dispersed.

We're on duty for eight more minutes.

I have squandered enough of my precious time already.

I must away.

Well, good luck.

Fire department's gonna have to pry us out of these.

Outlaws encircle us as we speak.

The door is barred.

The door is not barred.

Gretta.

Gretta!

Gretta, no!

You could've just unlocked the door.

Ow!

Pardon, pardon me, pardon me.

Oh dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear!

Are you two okay?

Uh, wiggle your fingers and toes.

Rotate your wrists and your elbows.

Uh, anything hurt?

Any blood?

Good.

Then whip it together quick kiddo, 'cause--

um, oh,

I'd like you to meet Patty from the Woodside Chronicle.

Oh.

Hi there.

Is this still a good time?

They'll never put me in charge of anything again.

I understand, Sir Dwight.

I recall once the duty fell upon me to mediate peace

between a goblin warlord and a clan of dwarves.

The mediation did not go as planned.

In hindsight, it's possible I said the wrong thing.

In the end,

they cut each other to ribbons

in the great hall

and I was lucky to escape the bloody scene with my life.

So I know about life's little disappointments.

Your Highness.

Is it Macklyn?

I see no sign of his naughty knaves.

His what?

But the tourney's about to begin

and the contestants are a pitiful lot.

What say you, Sir Dwight?

For art.

Huzzah!

Hear ye, all who have come to this field of valor.

Let none interfere with this honorable contest.

Though screams of agony pierce our ears

and blood covers the field.

Take your places!

Unison.

Glory to the brave!

I bestow upon you these badges of honor

for this day's deeds of valor.

Yeahhh!

Bring on the ale!

No!

Nope, ale is not happening.

The raffle.

It's time for our

first raffle drawing!

Get out your tickets, everyone.

Okay, first we have 1221.

Two... Two... One... Oh!

Huzzah!

Huzzah!

Woo hoo!

We have a winner!

Come on up and get your prize.

Our first prize is a Swiss apple pie made with love

by Woodside's very own Shut Your Piehole Pie House.

Woo hoo!

I accept this honor in the name of Her Highness,

Princess Gretta the Besieged!

Woo hoo!

Uh, okay.

And our next winning number is 0362.

Oh, three...

Oh three six two...

Oh three six two-- ah!

Victory again!

Oh.

We win!

Yoo hoo!

I can't believe I won.

I can.

You bought all the tickets.

So thrilling.

See, surprises are fun.

Woo hoo!

We meet again.

Put those things away!

Th--this is a family event.

Who are you?

This is my show, pal.

I've dedicated four months of my life to this

and you think you can just somersault in here

with your tights and your booties and make a scene?!

Who is he?

This is Sir Dwight, my champion.

You jest?

Not at all.

I could snap him like a twig.

I could snap him like a twig.

I--I--I don't really need to be here for this.

You mind unlocking these?

What say you, Princess?

A key for a key?

I'd sooner fester in these chains

until my sinews fall from my bones.

Ew.

I swear on my life I seek only one item

from your treasury.

What item?

I'll know it when I see it.

Gretta, a word?

Pretty soon one of us

is going to have to use the bathroom

or take a bath.

I once went six months without a bath.

Who knows how long I can go?

Okay, that's a story for--

uh, never.

I never want to hear that story.

I will not yield to a bandit.

Dude just wants something from your basement.

One little thing.

You're not yielding.

You're negotiating.

Let's make this snappy, people.

I gotta cue the fireworks at eight.

One false move, you brigand,

and your insides will be on the outside.

So, what are we looking for?

Secrets.

What kind of secrets?

To my true identity.

I was not always Macklyn the Fox,

but who I was before, that is a mystery.

That sounds like a long story for another time--

I awoke in the woods one morning many years ago

with no recollection of my life,

no clue to my origin,

save this.

My search for answers led me to a witch who told me

that the secret to my past

was written in the royal treasury.

Could she have been more specific?

It is possible she was an unreliable witch.

That's rough man.

But you know what'll make everybody feel better?

Fireworks.

I am sorry you did not find what you seek.

Perhaps some mysteries

aren't meant to be solved.

This is not one of those!

What did the witch say?

The secret to your past

is written in the royal treasury.

Anything else?

That'll be 20 crowns.

Written in the royal treasury,

but not on a scroll.

On a... a rug?

Recognize that ferret?

'Tis a fox.

This tapestry hung

in the throne room of your mountain retreat

when you were but a wee thing.

Before we fled the draugar.

Well, it is certainly not to my use.

I have tapestries aplenty.

She does.

You may have it, Macklyn the Fox.

Consider it my gift to you.

You are most gracious, Highness.

If there is ever a way I may be of service...

What's amiss?

Not a thing.

I guess today turned out okay.

Nobody died.

Oh.

And art may yet flourish.

Hear, hear.

Macklyn.

You're a shifter.