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Whoa,
what is going on here?
Spring cleaning?
It is not in the strong box.
It's actually a microwave.
Works a lot better if you plug it in.
Sir Dwight, you've arrived just in time.
Baldric has misplaced his beckoning instrument.
His beckoning...?
The...
Oh!
You mean his cell phone.
The goat yielded nothing.
Did you try calling it?
The goat?
The phone.
BECKONING INSTRUMENT!
BECKONING INSTRUMENT!
BECKONING INSTRUMENT!
Mm.
I am undone.
I'm on it.
Dwight on phone: Say your name.
Baldric on phone: You know my name.
Dwight on phone: It's for when people call you.
Baldric on phone: If they call to me,
we can assume they know my name.
Dwight on phone: You've reached Baldric's phone,
leave--
It must be dead.
Oh.
Dead.
No.
We'll just charge it up
and then it won't be dead anymore.
It'll be...
Undead?
Kinda...
Perhaps I should look inside the chamber pot again.
Ew.
Oh dear.
It's not in the rock holder.
Hey, Dwight!
Did you know that Emily's back in town?
Emily?
Who's Emily?
Uh.
The little dolly, Dwight's had a crush on
for years.
It's the sweetest thing.
I wouldn't say crush.
He used to follow her all around.
We were walking in the same direction.
He wrote her the most darling little poems.
Poems?
Wanna hear my favorite?
Oh, oh.
Do tell.
Yes, yes indeed, yes.
Emily, Emily, why do you not notice me?
I may not be tall, rich or full of might--
No, he is not.
But I am still yours, forever Dwight.
You know that by heart, huh?
Nicely rhymed, Sir Dwight.
Emily's grandma lives next door
so she only comes to visit a few times a year.
Oh.
Well then, you must call upon the lady, Sir Dwight.
I mean, I could.
Well, of course you must.
Just relax, be yourself.
Dwight gets so nervous around Emily.
No, I don't!
Does he?
Oh, this one time.
Oh! This is the cutest story.
Oh!
Okay, so once upon a time there was this...
Uh, our grandmothers thought we should meet,
and I saw you over here so, HI, I'm Emily.
I mean, you're Emily.
You knew that.
BYE!
Oh, oh, oh, and my all-time--
You know, thanks for stopping by, Nana.
We are right in the middle of stuff.
I think she's at her grandma's house now.
Are you going to go over?
You know, I'm kinda tied up here.
Kisses!
Sir Dwight, what's a crush?
Who knows?
Let's find that beckoning device, huh?
The thing that beckons...
The first 24 hours of a search are the most important,
so let's stay focused.
Ah, of course.
Ah, how could I have forgotten?
We have but to charge it back to life
and all will be right again.
Mm.
You may now pay a visit to your lady love.
Not my lady love.
Oh!
Might I suggest the scent of hawk's blood,
with just a splash of stallion sweat?
I'm good.
Whoof.
Ah, it will boost your confidence.
I don't need a confidence boost.
Mm.
You look nervous, Sir Dwight.
Well, you know, I'm not.
I feel fine.
I'm just going to go over there and say hi,
and see what happens,
but I got a good feeling, like today is,
is my day.
I'm good, just shake it off.
Okay, so about a thousand 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...
Ah!
they got me.
Ah!
Ow!
Emily!
Hey!
Hey, Emily.
Hi.
Hi!
Emily.
Hey, Em.
Would you like--
Ah!
So, I know you're vegan,
and there's this new vegan restaurant where--
Dude!
Stop pushing buttons!
I didn't touch anything here, man.
We have to unplug it.
a great lunch menu and I was just wondering if--
we GA- HA- HA!
OKAY, VERY FUNNY,
HA, HA, HA, HA,
YOU ARE GOING TO BREAK SOMEONE'S TEETH OUT.
Heeey, Dwight.
Emily!
He-hey.
Hi.
Wow, you're, you're back, that's
What a surprise.
Really?
Your Nana just called
and said you were on your way over.
She did.
Awesome.
How goes it?
Ah!
Not at all well.
Ah.
Are you okay?
Let me see.
Yep, yep,
yeah, yeah, totally.
You got any more rakes I should know about?
Ah!
That is a yes.
I am so sorry.
I honestly had no idea grandma even owned a rake.
I mean, rakes.
So, how have you been?
Hey!
I know your owners, Tank!
They taught you better than this!
So, I, um,--
uh,
Strange.
It's almost as if Sir Dwight were--
meaning to check out
this new vegan restaurant.
Baldric and Gretta: Cursed!
Are you okay?
All good.
See you later.
Is that the new place on Center Street?
We should totally go.
Maybe grab an early dinner?
Hey!
Were you guys spying on me?
Sir Dwight, 'twas fortunate for you we were.
How is that fortunate?
You are cursed, Sir Dwight.
With bad luck.
'Kay, first of all, no such thing as curses.
Second of all, there is no such thing as luck.
Oh.
There.
How do you explain that?
Everybody poops.
Well, I do know a spell--
It is a part of life.
It's got nothing to do with luck.
So, let's say I was cursed with bad luck.
Baldric and Gretta: M-hm.
What'd you reload already?
Ah!
Ah!
Oh!
We must act quickly.
I will protect Sir Dwight,
you find a way to undo the curse.
Curses are not my specialty.
Have no fear, I know someone.
Baldric.
Hexela.
We have no time for foolishness.
Magicians.
♪ ...on the floor your mother made. ♪
But it's weird though, right?
It's as if the rain cloud was only over your head.
Right?
See anything?
No fire, if that's what you mean.
Uh.
How about the tofutti burger?
That's what I was gonna get!
No!
Not... the tofutti burger?
No, no, I was just,
was, was, um, preparing,
for if the waiter asks me if I want fries.
No!
Heck no!
Not in this lifetime!
Keep your sodium and trans fats, kind sir.
The griffin hex renders the accursed speechless,
not that one.
Oh, ah.
The mermaid curse
causes the victim to break out in scales.
Ooo.
Mm.
Boop.
Hm.
Oh, it's not the troll jinx, since he hasn't grown horns.
Yet.
Hexela!
I just love
how your brow furrows when you're flustered.
Mm.
I assure you, I
Madame!
Fine.
Describe the curse that has befallen Sir Dwight.
It is a bad case of ill-fortune.
The worst I have ever seen.
He was befouled by a bird at 30 paces.
I saw it with my own eyes.
Hm.
Look Baldric.
I think I found your curse.
The Curse of the Kofewalt.
We must hurry.
I have never met anyone else
who has a solar hair dryer.
Well, you know, think globally, act locally.
Oh!
Hi.
Good e'en fair youths.
Uh.
Might I sing you a spritely ballad?
No. Sure.
Thanks.
♪ There once was a wild boar, ♪
♪ such beauty never seen before, ♪
♪ Hey-oo, hey-oo, hey-oo-oo.
♪ His hair would flow when he would run, ♪
♪ his gracefulness equalled by none. ♪
♪ Hey-oo-hey-oom.
♪ The prince saw the lovely beast and proclaimed, ♪
♪ we must have a feast!
♪ Hey-oo-hey-oo, hey-oo.
I'm not sure where this is going.
♪ And they all ate him up, yum, yum, yum. ♪
♪ And the boar was no more, no more. ♪
♪ And they all ate him up, yum, yum, yum, ♪
♪ and the boar was no more, no more! ♪
'Kay, got it.
The pig's gone.
We got it.
Thank you.
That was...
An ironic choice for a vegan restaurant.
Ah!
Oh, uh.
Mm, da, huh, leg cramp, all good.
I'm just going to go over there and,
and stretch this out real quick.
Ah!
Mm!
Oh man, that was a pain!
What the heck is a kofewalt?
A spirit.
More like a sprite.
It's the protector of the home and hearth,
sometimes it helps out with the chores.
It keeps demons and pestilence at bay.
But only if treated with respect.
Could you actually have been so foolish
as to disrespect a kofewalt?
No, I've never disrespected a kofolwump
in my life.
I don't even know what that is.
It sits on the mantel.
The little statue guy?
No, I barely moved him.
No.
You moved it?!
Well, naturally you're cursed, what did you expect, Sir Dwight?
Oh, because everybody knows
you never move a kofewalt.
Unless you follow proper protocol.
Oh.
You have until sunset to make amends
or forever walk the earth accursed.
What!
Well, how do I make amends?
It's like the trashcan had a vendetta against you.
Yeah, weird.
How fun!
I love the idea of his and hers facials.
There you are!
No time to waste, in your seats.
Let's get to relaxing.
Ahhh.
Much better, huh sweetie?
M-hm.
Yeah.
Okay, just soak it up and let the ox dung do its magic.
Ooo, chimes.
All clear!
The sun is almost set.
We must conjure the gift.
Gift?
Yes, an appeasement gift.
To the kofewalt.
First, you must jump through hoops.
Mm.
Oh!
Like, literally jump through.
Okay.
Yeah, I can do that.
Oh!
Backwards.
While apologizing.
And acting like your favorite animal.
Seriously?
Quickly!
The sun!
Yes.
Oh.
Hm.
Porcupine?
Jump, not what you were doing.
Porcupines don't jump.
Uh.
The apology!
Mr. Kofishmalt.
Kofewalt.
I'm truly sorry--
As the porcupine, you featherhead.
As the porcupine?
The sun!
Uh.
Mr. Kofewalt, I am--
truly sorry.
Dwight?
Wha!
Oh, I'll have to try that next.
Relaxing?
Mm.
Dream powder,
it will do her practically no harm.
Practically?
Hurry!
Mm.
Mr. Kofewalt,
I'm truly sorry that
that I moved you from your comfy spot
It's working!
It's working!
Now the sonnet.
Sonnet?
You must devise a sonnet
in the kofewalt's honor.
This guy's taking himself a little ser--
The sonnet!
As the porcupine?
Well, of course not.
That would be ridiculous.
What a silly boy.
Goodness.
Oh, brave and handsome little kofewalt.
They are a bit self-conscious
about their stature.
Oh, oh.
Uh, uh.
Huge and tall and ginormous Mr. Kofewalt.
I give in thee honor, your sonnet, in your honor.
It's working.
Finish it.
And even though I have no idea what else to say,
I do know you are the king of everything gargantu-ing.
Oh.
A hat?
A gift has been conjured.
Make haste!
Uh!
We have only moments.
Ah!
He doesn't bite or anything?
Quickly!
Mr. Kofewalt, again, my sincerest apologies
for uprooting you from your spot.
Please accept this gift as reparations.
Sorry.
So sorry.
Easy.
Be careful.
Sorry!
I got you.
Something's still not right.
But I did everything.
Is it just me?
Or does the kofewalt look even taller than normal today?
Oh! Absolutely.
Without doubt.
What lofty stature!
Very imposing are you, quite.
You have done it.
Well done, Sir Dwight.
Ha, ha!
Congratulations!
You are no longer accursed.
Thanks guys.
For everything.
It was the least I could do for my champion.
Emily!
Oh!
Oh, Hexela, Hexela,
who's the fairest of them all?
No, too overdone.
That's too on the nose.
Original, I like it.
Dwight?
Wasn't that just so relaxing?
Yeah.
I, I can't even.
I'm glad we finally got to hang out.
I don't know why it never worked out before.
Yeah.
I had a great time.
Me too.
I should be back at Christmas.
I run a pretty mean toy drive.
I'll be there.
Something amiss, Highness?
No.
Nothing Baldric,
just keeping an eye out for invaders.
You can never be too vigilant.
Stay vigilant indeed.
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