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Ha! I brought party favors.

What d'ya think?

Should we hand them out at the beginning,

or at the end?

Hurry Sir Dwight, the guests are waiting.

What for?

For us to ring the bell.

You and I are Lord and Lady of the Alban Elfed Day Feast.

Okay.

Tradition dictates

that we must ring the Alban Elfed Day bell

and let the festivities begin.

Copy that.

Happy Alban Elfed Day!

Ha, ha.

Mm.

Oh, cool.

I love Alban Elfed Day.

Oh!

'Tis the most festive day of the year.

We shall do it all.

Feasting and jester's jousting, and--

When is the turnip launch?

The what?

This is my year.

Make merry!

Oh!

Who's that?

A mummer.

A what?

A professional merry-maker.

That's a profession?

A proud one.

Time for mirth!

Ah!

And laughter.

Ha, ha.

Make merry, fellows.

Ha, ha.

Tradition dictates

that we must hire a mummer for Alban Elfed Day.

Let us frolic!

Yes!

Let us frolic to the great green and let the revels begin.

Revels sound fun.

Lead on, mummer.

I love to frolic!

Okay, so about a thousand years ago,

there was this princess, Gretta,

and she was in big trouble,

'cause 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!

So, walk me through this again.

Jester jousting!

Ha, ha.

You and I run at each other, Sir Dwight.

We are the horses.

And she and I try to knock each other's hats off.

With baguettes?

In the perfect contest,

the riders unhat each other simultaneously.

What?

No.

No, we're gonna knock somebody's teeth out.

At the very least.

Here's a fine steed.

Ha, ha, ha.

I'm out, you guys are nuts.

But we always have a jester's joust

on Alban Elfed Day.

Tradition dictates it.

A thpoil thport.

Ew, dude.

What's amiss, Sir Dwight?

Don't you guys have any revels that don't end up

with a trip to the emergency room?

Turnip launch!

Turnip launch!

Turnip launch!

Finally.

Oh, how I love a turnip launch!

What's a turnip launch?

Fly steady, fly true.

Wow, it's literally a turnip launch.

Tradition dictates

that we must have a turnip launch on Alban Elfed Day.

The mummer will unleash the turnip.

We must try by whatever means necessary

to catch it.

Sounds fun.

One,

two,

three.

Oh, ho, ho, ho.

That turnip could have taken somebody's head off!

It usually does.

And why do you play this game?

Whoever catches the turnip receives good fortune

for a year.

Stupid turnip.

No winner this year!

Make merry, fellows!

Ha, ha, ha.

Boop!

You're really paying him for this?

It is time for the feast.

Lead on, mummer!

Ha, ha!

Oh-ho, ha, ha.

Oh!

Oh, are we-

are we frolicking again?

Okay.

A toast!

Who shall make our Alban Elfed Day toast?

Allow me!

Raise your glasses, all.

A toast!

Ha, ha, ha-a-a.

Fill your cup.

No, that's not it.

Is it fill your cup, fill your bellies?

Fill your bellies, fill your cup.

Ah! Right you are.

Fill your bellies, fill your cup.

I've forgotten the next part.

Something about lifting our cup, isn't it?

No, no, no.

Take your seat, Prince Chlodwig.

Sit!

Fill your bellies, fill your cup,

and with vigor raise it up.

To summer very nearly gone and to winter pressing on.

Gather around this board to say,

Happy Alban Elfed Day!

Huzzah!

Mm.

Ah.

Hm.

Now what?

Uh, I, I suppose that's all.

The feast has come to a close.

Not so soon!

To conclude the feast of Alban Elfed Day,

we always have a magic trick.

Tradition dictates it.

But that is not necessary.

Every year Baldric dazzles us

with a wonderous display of magic.

Oh, remember the year he made it snow inside?

Oh, the year he caused us all to rise to the rafters

and dance on the ceiling?

Marvelous merriment!

But, we need not continue every tradition.

I believe this Alban Elfed Day has been perfect.

Sir Dwight, let us ring the Alban Elfed Day bell

to end the festivities.

Sure thing.

Happy Alban Elfed Day.

I love Alban Elfed Day.

Uh.

When is the turnip launch?

The turnip launch?

This is my year.

Am I crazy or did we--

Do this already?

Make merry!

Oh.

The mummer.

I love mummers!

What is he doing here?

What are we all doing here?

It's Alban Elfed Day, Sir Dwight.

Again?

Time for mirth.

Ah!

And laughter.

Make merry, fellow.

Let us frolic!

I love to frolic!

You wanna tell me what the heck is going on?

I have not the faintest idea.

Oh, thanks.

Huzzah!

I've got a theory.

Hm?

One of us is dreaming.

Of course, but which one?

What mirth?

Ha, ha.

What merriment.

Ha, ha, ha.

There is no way

that guy came out of my subconscious.

Faster, faster!

Dwight!

Wrong way, Sir Dwight.

Uh.

That is not how the game is played, Sir Dwight.

What fools you look.

Ha, ha, ha.

This isn't a dream.

It's a nightmare.

You'll never catch it like that, Sir Dwight.

Why, why, why, why, why?

Ah ha!

Ah!

Oh-ho-ho-ho.

Why is this happening?

It's an Alban Elfed Day tradition.

Whoever catches the turnip--

receives good fortune for a year.

I know.

Stupid turnip.

No winner this year.

I've got a new theory.

Pray, do share.

You and I are having a psychotic episode.

Ha, ha!

Make merry, fellows!

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Dude!

If you tell me to make merry one more time--

Oh, it's time for the feast.

Again.

Ha, ha.

Is it fill your cup, fill your bellies?

Fill your bellies, fill your cup.

Right you are.

Fill your bellies, fill your cup.

I've forgotten the next bit.

Something about lifting our cups, isn't it?

Close enough.

Cheers!

Oh.

Right.

Huzzah.

Time for a magic trick, huh?

Nope, not happening.

We must.

Let us ring the Alban Elfed Day bell

to end the festivities.

Let us, nice and loud, because this party is over.

Happy Alban Elfed Day!

I love Alban Elfed Day.

Don't mess with me, man.

Your Highness, is Sir Dwight unwell.

I don't know how to explain this

but Sir Dwight and I have already celebrated

this Alban Elfed Day two times.

Without us?

Make merry!

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

I am beginning to regret the mummer.

Just now?

I fail to understand, Highness.

We've done this already.

Twice.

The mummer, and the weird games on the lawn,

and the nasty feast.

Nasty?

Do you mean to say

that you've lived this day before?

That is precisely what we mean to say.

Have you considered the possibiity

that you've lost your minds?

That is our best theory so far.

You haven't lost your minds, yet,

but you are under a particularly sadistic spell,

destined to live this day eternally and repeat it,

until you have performed it properly.

An infinity spell.

Indeed.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Not the time man.

Uh, oh.

We did do Alban Elfed Day properly.

We followed the dictates of tradition perfectly.

Except we didn't.

Remember?

I bailed on the jester's joust.

You're right.

And Chlodwig made a ghastly mess of the toast.

I did nothing of the sort.

And no one caught the turnip!

Oh, that infuriating turnip!

The way it taunts me with its small, little turnip face.

And Baldric couldn't do a magic trick.

It's just without my scepter.

So, what you're saying is,

we're stuck living the same day over and over,

until we do all those things right?

Well, it's difficult to know for certain, but...

Come on!

To the great green! Pronto!

Let's show some hustle.

Sir Dwight?

We should probably frolic to the great green.

Tradition.

Yes.

Okay.

Mummer, you're up.

Let us frolic!

Make merry, fellows.

Ha, ha, ha.

Come on, frolic like you mean it, people.

Come on.

Huzzah!

Happy--

Okay, listen up,

I'll give you the quick download.

Gretta and I are under a, um, what's it called?

An infinity spell.

We gotta do Alban Elfed Day right.

Huzzah!

Ah! Oh!

Happy--

Okay, listen up.

Huzzah!

My teeth!

Oh, ho, ho.

Oh.

Hexie!

Fill your cup,

no wait, that's not it.

Oof.

How does it start again?

Fill your bellies, fill your cup,

I've forgotten the next part.

Summer very nearly gone, and to winter,

confound it!

What is winter doing--

PRESSING ON!

On, pressing on.

Ah yes, ha, ha.

We gather round this board to say happy Alban Elfed Day.

I've got it.

I'm ready.

Ah, floof.

Any kind of magic trick will do Baldric.

Keep it simple.

And try not to kill us all.

Hm.

What?

Ahroth shalabeam shalaba!

Did anything happen?

Oh Baldric.

You have a piggy nose.

Oh madame.

Ahshe balavadish belazon.

Ooooh!

Oh, dessert.

Mm.

Madame.

Whoopsie.

Rashkabali chian!

Hm, huh.

Ah! Ah!

We lost the mummer.

That sucks.

Happy Alban Elfed Day... uh.

Uh.

Princess?

Infinity spell.

Oh.

How many times have you lived this day?

What does this make?

Twenty-seven?

What does it matter?

You could not have chosen a more festive day.

Yeah, that's one way to look at it.

Make merry!

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Will somebody please strangle the mummer?

You know what?

The mummer's right.

It's Alban Elfed Day, again.

And all we can do is slap a smile on

and make it a great day.

Let's frolic outside and do some revels.

I love to frolic!

I know you do.

Huzzah!

We did it!

Chlodwig the Unstable!

What's next?

Turnip launch!

All chanting: Turnip launch!

Turnip launch!

Come on, team.

The turnip's going down.

Sir Dwight, she did it!

Good fortune for a year!

I'm so happy.

That was the jester's joust and the turnip launch.

So all we have left is--

The feast.

Make merry, a-a-a-h!

Fill your bellies, fill your cup,

and with vigor lift it up,

Uh! No!

to summer very nearly gone,

and to winter pressing on.

We gather 'round this board to say,

happy Alban Elfed Day!

Now we only have Baldric's magic trick.

I am sorry Highness but without my scepter, I...

Wait a minute.

Who said you had to use your scepter?

It has to be a trick, right?

Something fun and magical?

Try these.

Behold the bells!

I love bubbles!

Oh, magical.

Make merry, fellows.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

We did it, Gretta.

A perfect Alban Elfed Day.

Shall we?

Happy Alban Elfed Day.

Are you freaking kidding me?

Gah!

No, no, no, no, no.

We did every tradition and we did it perfectly!

What's amiss?

Gretta and Dwight: Infinity spell!

We won the jester's joust,

and Hexela caught the turnip.

I did?

Chlodwig nailed the toast

and Baldric's magic trick was--

magical!

His best ever.

It was?

Mummer, get out here,

I know you're hiding in the hall just waiting to jump out.

You're a professional,

what's the perfect Alban Elfed Day?

It is full of mirth, and merriment,

revels and feasting and toasting and magic,

but none of those things make Alban Elfed Day

the most festive day of the year.

Well, then what does?

Friends and family gathered round.

And so they are, we invited everyone.

Oh.

But we didn't, Highness.

What?

We forgot to invite your Uncle Arnolf.

We always invite Uncle Arnolf to Alban Elfed Day.

Yeah.

Who's Uncle Arno?

I've never met the man.

No one has.

He never comes to family festivities.

But he is always invited.

Tradition dictates it.

So how do we invite him now?

By royal decree.

Oh, okay.

Uncle Arnolf is hereby invited to our feast

of Alban Elfed Day,

by royal decree.

Uncle Arnolf?

Thank you so much for coming.

We've got a lot planned.

Revels on the great green.

Feasting and toasting and magic tricks.

I can't stay.

I hate these things,

but I do like to be invited.

What say you, fellows?

Alban Elfed Day only comes but once a year.

Shall we make merry?

Yes, we absolutely shall.

Happy--

Alban Elfed Day!

Oooo, pretty bubbles.

Magic.