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Steersman, stay on course!

Aye-aye, captain!

What are you doing, captain?

Damn landlubbers, go below deck!

But captain, don't you care about our valuable cargo?

I call the shots here. Go below deck now!

Steersman, turn starboard!

Aye-aye, captain!

It's getting dark, captain.

It won't get dark before we arrive at Melonia.

Turn port!

Aye-aye, captain!

Come here!

Did I hear correctly, are there rats in the cargo?

It's me, Ferdinand!

Aha, a stowaway!

I've escaped from Plutonia. It's a terrible island.

And... where are you going?

I don't know. I just want to get away from that island.

Aha...

Do you want to get out?

No, not here. Are we far from the shore?

Not particularly, but this ship doesn't seem to travel the shortest path...

But be patient, to the shore you will get...

but not in the way you think.

I work for a wizard.

Things will happen now.

There's a fire, captain!

Fire, tumble and thunder of sulphurous lightning shall siege the mighty Neptune!

With a quiver the brave waves strike.

Yes, his trident shall wobble.

By the beard of Captain Nemo!

Steer away one foot!

Aye-aye, captain!

The rain is falling, captain.

Full speed ahead!

Fire, tumble and thunder!

I'm staying on course, captain!

What kind of captain are you?

We should have arrived... here... HERE on Melonia, a long time ago!

He went straight into the storm.

Can't you read the map?

You're in the way! Keep yourselves in the cabin!

You're making it worse.

Yeah, but captain, our cargo...

I'll handle the ship and the cargo. Get lost!

We are financing this journey...

This is no normal storm, and it's not for landlubbers like you!

Blow, wind! Burst you cheeks!

Rage! Blow!

Rudder leewards!

Rudder leewards, captain!

Have you not got further than this?

Do you want to drown?

To the gallows with you!

You god damned, insolent swindler!

We are less afraid of drowning than you.

Captain Christmas Tree Foot!

Here I am. Dinner is served.

Rage, blow, strike, you brave waves!

Strike! Strike!

We're in deep shit now.

Heeeeeelp!

That which appears to be happening is happening.

But into the sea nothing falls that does not transform in its flood to a valuable heirloom.

Like fishes you will swim, but perhaps rescue awaits in a few hours.

Damn, we're sinking!

I'm staying on course, captain!

Daddy, daddy!

Have you been casting spells again? Daddy, have you?

The sea was crazy. A small ship just disappeared in the wild waves.

Poor little seamen. How could you? Daddy!

What-what-what? Ahaaa... huhuhu...

Stay calm, my little Miranda.

No evil has been done.

Let's see now...

Yes, just like that!

You're giving me the power.

Elixir, elixir...

the power of my sorcery is contained in this juice.

Listen! How could you?

Don't worry, no evil has been done.

Here I come, great master, at you seeerviiiice!

Venerable master...

do you want me to fly, swim in fire, dive, or ride on curly clouds?

Command me! Your Ariel, of all his power, obeys.

My best Ariel, the storm I ordered was executed perfectly...

to the smallest detail.

I boarded their ship, I lit the mast and top with fear.

I particularly flamed the bulwark and deck.

Yes, the ship sank, as you commanded.

But why, what have you done?

Hush, hush!

And everything on the ship...

sank like a stone.

The big wheel now lies on the bottom of the ocean.

Was anyone rescued?

A young boy who escaped from Plutonia.

And a seaman that's pretty near-sighted.

Both of them are sailing in a box.

They'll probably arrive before the evening.

Sank like stone? A big wheel? Sailing in a box?

What have you done, daddy?

Look here, my child!

Can you see it?

On the other side of the ocean lies Plutonia, the black island.

Once upon a time it was just as green and beautiful as this island.

But the greed and mischief of thieves poisoned the island.

Machines work both night and day, and belch out both smoke, soot and sulphur.

Nothing green grows there, and the whole island is rusting...

and soon it will sink to the bottom of the sea.

To the bottom of the sea?

Ponder upon my words.

My Ariel have seen that place with his own eyes.

The ship that you saw came from Plutonia.

Aboard the ship were greedy criminals that planned to plunder this island...

the last beautiful island in the world.

But now you have dispelled them.

I stopped them from doing wrong.

Our island shall stay the way it is.

The big wheel sank into the ocean...

and there it shall be until iron floats.

Yeah, but daddy, I still pity the poor seamen.

We'll see, we'll see...

One can dispel, one can conjure.

An apple becomes a cucumber.

A cucumber becomes a stone.

A stone can become... a cork!

Here's the firewood.

But Caliban. You should have cleaned you feet.

Well, I can leave...

Caliban!

You're late. We need more firewood.

Get three sacks of cabbages...

eight handfuls of dill, a long carrot, and forty tomatoes...

potatoes, onions, and pumpkin.

One leaf of elderberry.

That'll make a wonderful soup

Work and toil all day long...

The sun is setting and the shadows fall long.

It must be time to search, my Ariel.

Yes! Yes, my lord! Command me!

Your Ariel, of all his power, obeys.

But, a curious question...

what am I looking for?

You told me yourself about a boy that had escaped from Plutonia.

Oh, I remember. And a near-sighted seaman.

I saw them float around in a box.

Many things float ashore from the ocean.

Fly down to the shore and look for them.

I obey you smallest beckoning.

You forgot the dill.

Like the ocean approaches a handsome beach...

our lives minutes hurry towards the end.

Like the waves. that shift gradually...

and take the place of the one that was before...

So therefore one makes use of every moment with a hey and hoo, and a hey-do-di-doo.

Did the poet seen a box?

With a hey and a hoo...

and a hey-lo-li-loo.

A big box.

A cigar box?

An apple box?

Bigger still.

A drawer?

There, I can see it!

You see what you want to see...

but what you see is merely a mirage...

a wave among other waves.

It's coming closer.

It's coming over here. That's the box.

You name it a box.

I see a monster that has lost its eyes.

Fantasies! A box is a box.

It's a box!

Stay there, phantom!

If you have a sound, and know how to handle the tongue, then speak!

Aye-aye, captain!

Lift my eyes' fringed cover, and say "What am I seeing here?".

Welcome ashore!

Storm bird! You saved us!

Such was my mission.

Come here to the yellow sand.

Hand-in-hand into the land of the melon.

Melonia! I've come to Melonia!

This was the place I wanted to go to.

But... who are you?

Ferdinand.

I worked for the scoundrels Sly and Slag, on Plutonia.

There were many others like me.

And all of us were locked up in the factory.

But I ran away, and I will never return there.

And who are you?

Steersman.

My ship sank, crew and all...

except us.

You need food and dry clothes. Come with us to Prospero's home.

That way is better than to venture out on a pathless ocean.

I will fly and let Prospero know in advance, who's smallest beckoning I obey.

See you!

Prospero rules over this place.

A wizard of the good kind.

I have seen the island marked on a sea chart.

I know a bed, where thyme is blooming...

and nodding violets among lilies grow...

where honeysuckle sprouts its voluble loft among the scent of roses and jasmines.

Watch out! An avalanche!

This place is dangerous.

Onward, cheerful brethren!

Start drumming!

Yuk! What if the bridge collapses?

Move on, it's getting dark soon!

That's where we're going.

I live there, in the tree at Prospero's place.

Are you living in a tree? How nice.

Here you can see our pantry.

Prospero's garden, it's pure magic.

Potatoes and pumpkins grow here.

Pears and lemons there.

Figs, grapes and olives.

Almonds, cucumber and endives. Claribelles...

Work and toil...

Who was that?

A walking garden!

That was the gardener, Caliban.

Rich strips, meadow in bloom.

Attics and barns never empty

Grape clusters heavy burden, fruits on stalks always there to reap.

He is dead!

Captain Christmas Tree Foot!

All men to the pumps!

But captain! Captain!

Come back! We are saved. Captain!

Mutiny?

But captain!

It's me, the cook.

Don't you remember, captain?

The ship sank.

By my aunt's beard.

I remember.

My ship is gone.

But now we're saved, right?

Now I will prepare a steak for the captain. Sailor's steak!

Well... too much dill...

too little elderberry.

And too little firewood I suppose.

It smells delicious.

On Plutonia we never got enough food.

But here you will.

What? Do you know magic?

Nah, only a little.

Now the lion roars for meat.

Here's the soup, but now I guess it's too hot now.

Carrot.

Onion.

Dill.

Pumpkin.

Can I leave now?

Yes, but do not forget this.

Two drops, no more.

You clumsy clown!

Be careful with that vial!

It's my secret elixir.

Elixir, elixir, elixir, elixir, elixir-blalblalblablalbl.

No bowl, no soup.

You're very welcome to have mine.

This is the best soup I've ever had.

One gets dry, and warm.

Wasn't there others on the ship?

Yes, a lady who cooked food.

And my captain. His name was Christmas Tree Foot.

And the scoundrels, of course.

Those scoundrels are living in the deep, at least seven armfuls below.

They're likely behind bars, like ugly fishes in a net.

For the sea do not happen as that which don't transforms in its flood.

Crabs and jellyfish, shrimps and planets...

One can dispel, one can conjure.

From the water comes a bird, the bird turns into a fish.

A fish!

Through the valley, over the mountains.

Through the frothy waves.

Over thorn clad rock.

Through rapids and flames.

I walk light-footedly faster than the moon.

Good evening.

Good evening!

Haven't I seen you before?

No, but wait!

Wait!

My hat!

And... and my... my map!

I walk light-footedly.

Faster than the moon.

What is this?

One... no two old friends!

Come here!

Silence! Shut up!

Can't you see where we are?

Thank you sweet moon, for your sun shine.

Thank you for shining so clearly.

Shut up, Sly!

We're here

We're on Melonia!

And we must...

Stop!

I can't go any further.

I have the most damned pain in the foot.

Yes, but we can't stay here.

I will carry the captain.

Yes I will. Get up on me!

What, no but...

Yes-yes-yes. Just get up!

Slag... it's coming, it's coming, Slag.

Don't... don't you hear the whistling in the air?

No, not another storm.

We have solid ground under our feet now.

Creepy... creepy!

That's rubbish, Sly!

I don't care how god damned windy it is.

This island will be ours.

A clattering monstrosity.

This place is haunted.

Hush! Silence!

But don't you see?

A walking tower with arms.

A monster!

A ghost! A ghost!

Damn!

How sweet the moonlight slumbers here on the hill.

Here we sit and let the tones sneak into our ears.

Night and stillness...

Now it's bedtime.

Follow me and I'll show you where to sleep.

Help!

Help, daddy!

This place is rocking, like on the sea. This will feel like home.

The midnight's iron mouth has called the twelfth hour.

To bed, in love.

The ghost hour is nigh.

Good night!

Oh, sweet night! Gracious night! Good night!

Ferdinand...

Is this my place?

I have never slept in a wonderful place like this.

Good night, Ferdinand. See you tomorrow.

Good night, and thanks for saving me.

Let us mince around, silent and calm...

after shadows obscure illusion.

The earth's globe we travel around...

faster than the moon's orbit.

Caliban!

My elixir?

Have all my plants gotten my elixir?

Work and toil...

I'm working on it.

The gardener never gets to sleep.

At most two drops.

Nightingale, full of tones...

sing with us.

No the night goes and...

Work!

Work!

Work!

Work!

Work!

Work!

Work!

Work!

Work!

Wor-

Help!

Help!

Did I hear correctly?

Are there rats in the cargo?

Aha, a stowaway!

And where are you going?

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Ferdinand!

Ferdinand, wake up!

I couldn't sleep, and then I heard you screaming.

Nah, I was just dreaming.

You can be calm here. There are no scoundrels here.

Here you can do whatever you want.

Yeah, everything is so beautiful here.

But I'm thinking about my comrades...

they're still trapped there on that horrible island.

Maybe we can help them?

Have you seen down there? It's Caliban.

He's got a lot to do.

To water all the plants, and give them the secret elixir.

Work and toil...

Who are you?

Slave.

Slave!

That's what you are, Prospero's slave.

What am I doing? Everything is Prospero's.

You too, you delicious Claribelle.

But... these have been growing here on my island since the days of Zykorax.

One should not work and toil this much.

What? Fantastic!

Two drops it is.

Two... just two drops it is.

One... drop.

Jesus, such power!

Like a bomb!

That can be useful.

I'll be damned, a super soup!

Now we're in trouble, we must run!

Misery, misery!

What will Prospero say?

And soon it's morning.

I don't dare staying here.

Ouch!

Don't you understand, you need a plan!

Yes, and find a boat.

First of all...

we must...

A boat!

No! We must get the fantastic power soup!

We can rule the world with it!

And we must find a boat.

What a damned chatter! Of course we must find a boat.

Hush!

Quickly, we must hide.

It's him! It's him!

Who?

The gardener.

He with the soup in the vial. The power soup.

Now we've got our chance.

Hello?

Wait!

Woe and horror!

Prospero have summoned a spirit and a spectre!

Good evening, gardener.

Our names are Kind...

and Fine.

Two poor fishermen whose ship sank.

We're looking for a boat.

Have the gardener possible-

I'm not a gardener any more.

He's trying to trick us.

It is him who has the mystical drops.

I'm done watering.

I want my freedom.

Freedom?

Aha, of course! Freedom!

We will give you your freedom.

Show us the way to the shore...

and we will treat you something very tasty.

William praises the sunrise.

A hymn can be heard in the morning song...

that praises the king of light in the eastern lands.

I like the features of my face...

and my body, in truth without sag...

when the mirror shows me the way I am.

Look!

The sun rises like a ball...

and colours my bun red.

Soon I will set down my foot...

and proceed where I was headed.

To the shore at the sea I shall stroll, when early morning reigns...

to build a theatre of a stranded box.

Rise you parsley scarecrow!

We have treated you and the barrel is empty.

I am not my brother...

and my brother not me.

The sun is no moon...

and the moon no sun.

Stand up you overcooked cabbage roll!

I am not my brother...

and my brother not me.

Give me the power soup!

My brother not a moon...

and I look like a sun.

He has dozed off...

Then we take our chance!

He has it, the power soup.

Give us the power soup! We know where it is.

Yes, I also know.

Power soup, sun soup, I'm coming!

The sun seems to have set.

Hello little moon.

Now we've trapped the gardener and his soup.

Now we must find a boat. Give me some help!

Jesus!

I saw something.

What? Where?

A boat.

That's no boat.

No...

it's a box.

It's our box...

that has floated ashore.

It will make a good ship.

See the sun getting eager, and open the golden eye.

Rise, rise... rise!

Ouch!

A sting in the thumb foretells of evil approaching.

At last here.

Just a few more pushes.

To Plutonia!

The other way, bonehead!

We're sliding forward.

What a wonderful morning!

Hey funny, hey funny in the sun shine.

I shall swarm among flowers that hang on stalks.

I drink the air and return before anyone in the tree has waken up.

Wonderful!

I can see the smoke from our island.

Yeah, yeah, but we're not there yet.

It cannot be true.

The box.

Good heavens!

The scoundrels with the cogwheel.

Heeeelp!

Heeeeeeelp!

Caliban!

Captured by the scoundrels.

Your plan shall fail, long-nose.

Have you ever seen such a foolish parrot?

Shoo away the vermin!

All directions are mine, all around the compass.

Three times for you, and three times for you, and three more, that makes nine.

Now the spell is complete.

What now?

No waves?

No wind?

My spell is broken.

Did you think that you could stop us?

The evil sails on.

It must be stopped.

I'll fly to Prospero.

Did you sleep well, Steersman?

Why, yes thank you.

I slumbered in after two glasses, and slept like a mooring.

Then you missed the nightingale.

And you didn't see the moon.

No, daddy, stop with your magic.

The chocolate wasn't too bad, but I had to prepare it myself.

Did you? Didn't Caliban prepare breakfast?

Caliban!

The barrel!

The box!

The sea!

Ariel, what's going on?

Caliban has been kidnapped.

The scoundrels we though had forever gone...

I saw them rowing away, with Caliban in a barrel.

Poor Caliban!

And where are they headed?

Back to Plutonia.

Scoundrels? Which scoundrels?

One of them is called Sly...

and the other Slag!

That's enough! We're leaving!

To Plutonia?

Yes, as fast as possible.

Caliban!

Caliban is gone.

But then my elixir is also gone, on it's way to Plutonia.

Mild melons!

What a wonderful breakfast.

I'm feeling like a fully rigged ship here.

I want to stay on this island.

Yes, that's what I was saying.

Captain.

This is paradise.

The whole island is like a big pantry.

Don't run so fast!

But we're in a hurry.

No, it's in that direction.

Stop! Come back!

My English cookie stand!

Hello?

Where did you go?

My milk and sugar queen.

Where did you hide?

The curtains rise as far as possible.

In the background the sky hangs clear, and before it the sea stretches blue.

My performance can begin!

A fanfare!

The audience is coming, my heart starts beating.

Look, a raft!

With a sail.

Bread and circus games.

I thank you for your gift and invite you to sit down.

The play can begin.

Theatre fancies...

What are you doing?

Hello?

Captain!

You're alive!

Yup, I'm feeling like a prince.

There you are!

May I have this dance, my cream queen.

With milk and bread, to where it led.

Milk and cream, to where it led.

Stop, you must help us!

People, we must enter the sea!

With this dance floor?

We must stop Sly and Slag.

They are going to Plutonia.

Captain, we need a captain, captain.

Sly and Slag.

Those arch-idiots.

Yup, let's sail!

To the sea!

To the sea, to the sea.

Blow, master, blow more.

I'll fly ahead.

Cheers!

God damned noise!

You and your "excellent" plans.

The boat went to hell.

The cargo sank.

The captain was a wind-whipped thief.

By the way, who hired him?

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Time passes...

We must do something.

But one thing is sure: there's power over there.

There's power there...

that we will utilize with our machine.

The barrel!

The gardener!

The power soup!

Yes, the power soup.

The power soup.

Attention!

Hanging barrel at position Ronald seventy-two.

Pick up! Storage! Position Judy sixty-eight!

The big bank vault.

Affirmative.

Execute!

Storage executing according to order.

Big, bigger, biggest!

The plan is finished.

We will succeed.

Attention slackers, eat quickly!

We have plans.

But you have to work! WORK!

And that with haste!

Someone is missing.

Who supposed to sit at chair sixty-seven?

Ferdinand, your highness.

He has escaped.

Escaped?

Yes, you highness.

He has escaped in a box.

To the island called Melonia.

The break is over!

Back to work!

Listen to my plan.

The great drill can become enormous with the gardener's power soup.

I think I understand, or...

Yes, a couple of drops ought to be enough.

Big, bigger, biggest!

Let's get the gardener and his power soup.

Free at last...

and thirsty!

My theatre, my theatre!

Hush!

I'm in the land of happiness, by this beautiful shore.

Here bliss seems to reign, I've found my box.

I can see the box, but no barrel.

Caliban is gone, we must look for him.

Ariel, have you seen Caliban?

Not even a glimpse.

Have you seen Sly and Slag?

Hush!

Sly and Slag?

Yes, in the factory.

And my comrades?

Locked up, toiling like slaves.

We must free them.

Ferdinand, Steersman, William and I will go to the factory.

The rest go looking for Caliban.

That's exactly what I was thinking.

Someone has set him free.

They are... they are after us.

Damn! Our power soup is gone.

This smells fishy...

Our plans have been changes.

To the office!

William? William?

Where are you? Have you got lost?

A little thrust with black fluff...

and a beak like an orange...

and garb soft like silken fuzz...

and with a voice so fine.

William, this way!

That's the wrong way.

My compass shows the way.

It's too fast.

Oh, well. Oh, well.

Oh, ball of lightning!

My eye, you, what do you see?

My dream has come true.

I think I'm falling to pieces.

Figs and tomatoes, a real theatre!

A theatre! A theatre!

Poor them! We must help them!

Look, look! Ferdinand!

We've come to free you!

No one can help us. We're trapped here.

If we try to run away it will get worse.

Leave us alone!

We're going to help you!

But how, Miranda? They're locked up.

Miranda!

Magic tunes came from the air.

Dance around in circles.

Raspberries, and apricot.

Purple grapes, and mulberry mash.

A crowbar without hooves.

A ram without skin.

A boneless fish.

A bird without feathers.

Miranda, Miranda, Miranda!

They are free!

You're a better wizard than Prospero.

Listen Ferdinand!

I don't know how long the spell lasts.

We must find a hiding place.

I know! The old theatre.

We're coming.

Do you see anything?

Do you see anything?

Oh, my god!

A pig pen.

No one's home.

Let's have a look.

It's a rats' nest.

This... oh, the horror!

Plans of an atrocity, worse than I imagined.

Good lord! A phonograph!

Hush!

Hide!

Shut up!

I must have the plans.

Be silent!

Strange... I turned it off.

Attention! General announcement.

The work on the great drill must be rushed!

All workers to the great drill!

All workers to the great drill!

All workers...

Hello? Hello? Answer! Is someone there?

Hello? Hello?

What is this?

Didn't we exterminate all animals a long time ago?

There something fishy going on. Let's go to the factory.

They must be stopped.

I'll turn them into stone.

A crowbar without hooves.

A ram without skin.

A boneless fish.

A bird without feathers.

I have run out of magic.

We're there. Get in, all of you!

The Tempest, by William Shakespeare.

A play in five parts.

A play! A play!

We will perform The Tempest by William. William Shakespeare.

Yes, and the audience has already arrived.

They are here.

The found their way here.

The stage consists of a ship.

Hurry up! On with the sail!

Exactly! A ship at sea. Let's see.

The Tempest, with thunder and lightning.

We need storms, thunder and lightning.

Storm?

Thuuuunder.

You see, my spells don't last very long.

No, but everyone was freed.

Audience, they have already arrived.

And we're not finished. We must lower the curtain.

Down with the curtain!

Our curtaiiiin!

Which curtain?

What is this?

By the nose of Neptune! That's Steersman's compass.

Yes, indeed it is.

But how it spins.

Huh, what does it mean?

A steersman without compass.

A wizard without magic.

Hello? Attention!

Hello!

Where are the little buggers?

Look over there!

Have they escaped, maybe?

Nonsense!

They must have hid themselves.

Or do you think they can fly?

Just wait until I get my hand on those little angels.

Attention! Guard! Attention!

Nothing works.

But it can probably be repaired.

Aha!

There you are.

The gardener.

It is him, right?

He must have been drinking the power soup.

We need to talk.

I'll come in.

Wow, he is big.

He is strong.

We can use him.

I will make a plan.

The Tempest, a play in five parts, by William Shakespeare.

Once upon a time there was a lonesome island...

far away, in the middle of a great ocean.

A great ocean.

Once upon a time there was a lonesome island...

far away, in the middle of a great ocean.

It's the wrong background.

The Tempest, a play in five parts, by William Shakespeare.

Once upon a time there was a lonesome island, in the middle of a great ocean.

Only four living creatures dwelled on that island:

An older man named Prospero, noble and wise.

His daughter Miranda, and two servants.

Miranda?

Prospero?

One of the servants was a beautiful and gracious spirit called Ariel.

The other, a grumpy monstrosity called Caliban.

Work and toil...

Prospero possessed more then common, human knowledge.

He was also skilled in the art of magic.

And through his mighty spells he not only mastered the spirits of darkness and light...

but also the forces of nature.

What is this noise?

Maybe it's a party?

The play must continue!

Let me out!

Let me out!

Let me out!

Once upon a time there was a lonesome island...

far away, in the middle of a great ocean.

Let me out!

Let me down from here!

Let me down from here!

Isn't it Steersman?

Let go!

Thuuuunder!

Oh, he's falling?

What's all this turmoil about?

Turmoil?

We're performing The Tempest, a play in five parts, by William Shakespeare.

But we we're supposed to free the children!

They are already here.

Look, what a miracle!

And there's Miranda.

And Ferdinand.

Where's Caliban?

Only four living creatures dwelled on this island.

You can play Prospero!

What?

You tricked me to come with you.

Tricked?

Tricked!

No, we have plans.

You will help us.

You are big.

You are strong.

You have a lot of space here.

We have more than that, we have plans.

You have many machines.

We are producing...

and planning.

You have many chimneys.

Yes, and they belch out smoke.

You have many pipes.

That it's pouring from.

You have many bombs.

We shall rule the world.

I'm coming from Melonia.

Oh, yes, my friend. Melonia.

We have plans.

And you will help us.

But, all your bombs?

No bombs, no future.

One must have plans.

Melonia shall be ours.

There is power over there.

There are melons and lemons over there.

There is power.

There birds fly and bees hum.

There is power.

There the water flows clearly and the sky is blue.

We can change all that.

We will find the great power using the great drill.

No one shall rule Melonia!

But what about the wizard Prospero?

Prospero? Neither his magic nor your bombs will curb me.

We have weapons.

We have bombs.

Bullets...

and canons.

You are mad.

The future is ours.

We will destroy you.

The future is oooouuurs!

We have plaaaaans!

Daddy!

Once upon a time there was a lonesome island...

far away, in the middle of a great ocean.

Only four living creatures dwelled on this island.

An older man named Prospero, noble and wise.

His daughter Miranda, and two servants.

One of the servants was a beautiful and gracious spirit called Ariel.

The other, a grumpy monstrosity called Caliban.

Prospero possessed more then common, human knowledge.

He was also skilled in the art of magic.

And through his mighty spells he not only mastered the spirits of darkness and light...

but also the forces of nature.

The years passed peacefully, and Miranda grew up to a young, beautiful woman...

when, one day, a terrible tempest hit the island, with thunder and lightning.

We're sinking!

I'm staying on course, captain!

Caliban!

At la...

You have grown!

I drank of the power soup.

The power soup?

My elixir?

Power soup?

Your?

That power you have drained from Melonia.

The thieves who kidnapped me also wanted to steal it.

But no one shall rule Melonia.

No...

No!

You're right.

You're right.

My magic only caused evil.

Oh, daddy!

I too can't perform magic any longer.

But you freed us all.

Without you we'd have to stay on Plutonia forever.

Plutonia is no more.

Is no more?

And... Sly and Slag?

It was their own fault.

They started the great drill.

The whole island sank down in the deeps.

Phew, that was a frightful story.

My friends, we must return home, to Melonia!

Return home, to Melonia!

Exactly!

I will take us home.

Hang on!

We journey to Melonia!

Hand in hand in hand.

Soon you will be in the land of the melon.

Melonia, Melonia! Our journey leads to our home!

Melonia, Melonia! Our island is all the world!

To Melonia, Melonia! We will all row to there.

On Melonia, Melonia, all of us can live.

And goodbye boys, hurry up!

Up with the sails! Follow the captains whistle!

But on Melonia, Melonia there are other things than laughter.

On Melonia, Melonia there can also become night.

Melonia, Melonia! Our journey goes to our home!

Melonia, Melonia! Our island is all the world!

But...

Look! There's smoke coming from the mountain.

How I long for my kitchen.

Let the sorrow go, and cry not my milk and cream queen.

A small kitchen we'll have, huh?

Melonia, Melonia! There the water flows clearly, and the sky is blue.

That we will not change.

People, hush!

Melonia, Melonia we must take care of.

Of Melonia, Melonia, as soon as we get there.

On Melonia, Melonia, we will stay forever.

Because Melonia, Melonia, is all that remains.

No one shall rule!

The strength of us all will replace my magic!

Caliban will be free, free, free!

Listen to our melody!

Melonia, Melonia! Our journey leads to our home!

Melonia, Melonia! Our island is all the world!

And Caliban will be free, free, free!

Yeah, Caliban...

Most beloved lord...

Precisely... fly back home with this message.

My dear Ariel, this will be you last assignment.

Then return to your own element.

Be free.

Free? Free?

On Melonia, I suckle the honey like a bee.

The cowslip's crown I live in.

And listen to the owl's howls.

And the bat's wing is free.

I fly past the summer.

Hey funny, hey funny!

In the sunshine.

I will swarm among the flowers that hang on their stalks.

Melonia, Melonia! Our journey leads to our home!

Melonia, Melonia! Our island is all the world!

Melonia, Melonia! Our island is all the world!

Our planet has already endured for a long time.

Be praised, in storm and rain.

But it is the same. Our play is over.

But if all goes well we shall perform it every day.