Original subtitles

Nobody else in Gleepwood does fags.

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 Igubis, 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...

weeks? Tell Mar Iggaby, if you don't want to study the three honored and

subjects, then you 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.

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.

They 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 zipsy. It's far enough outside the town

no one will trouble them.

And who do you serve?

All right, shut your gobs.

Pitiful lot you are.

You call yourselves fangs? Shut your gobs. You're

not fangs.

Fangs are fearsome.

Loadsome.

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

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

Ah, yes.

Slorb.

Humiliated by the iggamy piglets and their mutt.

Those runt never thrashed me.

I will rock -conk my skull bone from above.

Probably that florid sword.

Come all the way. 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 a 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?

Fags ain't got no mamas.

I say dismissed!

Not you.

You're being reassigned.

The Black Carriage rolls into Glipwood tonight.

I'm putting you on carriage duty.

Oh, then.

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

Yes, sir.

We can't start without her. If she's a team captain... Sure we can. I'll pick

who I want, and she can have who I want.

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.

No, thank you.

Be quiet.

I didn't say...

How long a match we playing? Three game blocks? Make it ten. And losers have to

eat a bowl of boggle worms.

Whoa. The kind that glow?

The kind that glow.

And it is.

First pick.

I got think.

I want Lily.

Good luck. We get Janner.

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

captain. Like I said.

All right, let's do this.

Winger, winger, Tom finger.

Mushroom cakes and hog pig bacon.

Run to the top, it's here for taking!

Whoa!

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?

Or what?

Hey,

I'm open!

Dragon Strike!

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

the backbanger.

Stay in gold this time and bounce the slingers. I'll bolt 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 the 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 fang.

Those crimson climate starts are in the back corner, Miss Durgo.

Fine weather today, eh, Mom?

Yes, fine.

That thing, Slorm, who messed with your grants?

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, anyway.

You ready to buy those now, Miss Sturgill?

Too late now.

You're kind of right.

Wahoo!

Mashplunker! Three points! We win the first game block!

Jeb can't unfreeze yet. That was a rule break.

I was 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, Tink. 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 Ibby, Iggy Feather. Hey, Pete.

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

Me.

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 Lipwood for a while.

We can relax.

Aye, no more of this zaying 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 anything.

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, Horton.

Thanks, Mr. Schuster.

Zuzab will love this.

Hello? Mr. Lateef?

Zuzab?

You, uh, summoned?

Is Mr. Ateep around?

Young Janna, yes.

He's out back.

Mr. Ateep?

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

Ah, Janna.

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.

Quiet, boy.

Grandpa, what are we doing?

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

But why buzzer to 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 whore.

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 prank.

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.

there's 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. Not ours.

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

We... We're like... What do you have there?

We... You mean this?

The art of itching. Or this.

Give it to me.

The itch book?

No, the luscious, juicy... That.

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.

Promised 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 once, right, Lily?

Fangs are like toothy cows.

Better not to meet them at all. Right.

Thank you, Grandpa.

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. Hop on. That's not

appropriate 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?

to 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

important. 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 Glickwood is.

And Ferrania'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, 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 fighters.

Rise, my child.

Would you sing the Song of Stones? We wish the power to be our own.

Then let it 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.

Which is why he ordered us to seize the brats of Dugtown.

Yes, my child, but it is not enough.

The carriage must now travel nightly.

Or not!