Original subtitles

- [Narrator] Previously on Niko and the Sword of Light.

- What does this darkness want?

- You must retrieve the amulet of power.

- Nar Est!

- [Sargous] She escaped the globe.

(laughing)

(screaming)

- [Niko] I had a vision.

The amulet is what Nar Est seeks.

- You must go to the Forest of Fangs

and locate Windcrag the Lore Keeper.

- [Niko] It's Chompsky!

Our new quest awaits!

(dramatic orchestral music)

I'm Niko, and this is my sword of light!

I am here to protect my people,

and defeat the darkness forever!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic drumbeats)

(dramatic drumbeats)

(snoring)

(screaming)

(engine roaring)

Commodore Chompsky's flying machine

would be no match for you

if your wing was uninjured, friend Flicker!

(grunting)

With the darkness gone, everything is so beautiful again!

- All the more reason to protect it, Queen Lyra.

I'll have you at the Forest of Fangs in no time.

- Is there no way to make your flying machine go faster?

- Well, I did invent a steam blast system as a booster,

but it's untested, so--

- Can I press the button?

(buzzing)

(alarm beeping)

(growling)

- [Chompsky] Hold on to your shells!

(screaming)

- Awesomeness!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(engine roaring)

- Chompsky, stop this craz thing!

(alarm beeping)

- [Chompsky] I can't!

(engine roaring)

(growling)

- [Niko] Flicker, your wing!

(whirring)

(grunting)

- [Niko] Ugh!

- [Lyra] All right, Flicker!

- It's helping.

We'll crash, I mean land, at a much better angle now.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(ominous orchestral music)

(gasping)

- Sweet, sweet dirta firma!

Oh, how I've missed you!

- Are you alright, Flicker?

Please be alright.

(growling)

- At least we made it to the Forest of Fangs.

- Are you sure?

(squealing and hissing)

(screaming)

- Pretty sure.

(screaming)

- Excellent!

If something wants to eat us,

then our quest has truly begun.

(grumbling)

- It seems Flicker won't be joining us.

- Smart guy. You know what, I'll stay to make sure

his cocoonerations are going cocoonily.

- Nonsense, Mandok.

The group will need your keen survival skills.

I'll keep an eye on Flicker while I make my repairs.

- Get better, friend Flicker.

(grumbling)

- Uh, just how big is he gonna get?

(upbeat woodwind and percussion music)

- There, now everyone will be looking

for a mustachioed fellow.

Hm, do I look more menacing with a goatee?

(grunting)

This is intolerable!

The darkness gives me a key to get the amulet of power,

but no directions to actually find it!

(upbeat woodwind and percussion music)

Oh, how low I've sunk.

My feet hurt, my robes itch,

and why is everyone so angry at me?

- Maybe because of the whole cursing the world

with an eternal plague of darkness thing?

- Huh?

Oh, right.

(squeaking)

(creepy music)

(hissing)

(grunting)

(screaming)

(grunting)

- This must be it.

(ominous music)

(knocking on door)

Hello.

Is anyone here?

- Perhaps we are at the wrong place.

- I haven't seen any other creepy shacks, have you?

- Could it be we came all this way for nothing?

Maybe she's not here--

- [Windcrag] Go away!

Windcrag's not here.

- I do believe someone in there is trying to trick us.

- Lore keeper, Windcrag, I am Queen Lyra of Kurandole.

We come to you for council on a most urgent matter.

- [Windcrag] Yeah yeah, urgent matter.

Boo hoo.

What's in it for me?

- The satisfaction of sharing your bounty of knowledge

and helping us save the world.

- [Windcrag] I'd pass.

- Please, lore keeper.

Sargous said you would help.

- Sargous, eh?

Now there was a human with some stories to tell.

We used to play Hoppity Dunk back in the day.

Ugh, fine.

But if I let you in to bore me with your substory

you gotta follow my rules.

If you do anything dumb, you got a bonk.

You do something I don't like, bonk.

And if you dare sass me, guess what you get.

- Is it a bonk?

- Bull's eye.

You get no pass for sass.

- Can you define what sass would be?

- Bonk. - Ow.

- Whatever I say it is, short stuff.

(ominous music)

You seem young for a queen.

- And yet she is excellent.

- Bonk. - Ow.

- Don't interrupt. Why are you here?

- We need any lore or legends about the amulet of power

and where to find it.

- [Windcrag] Can't do it.

- Please, lore keeper, Windcrag.

- I said can't, not won't.

I need three things to say the lore.

A pouch of gin sweet sap, a garlica flower,

and a perfect bread melon.

And I need them before the noon day sun.

- Probably need it for a spell.

- She does seem witchified.

- Bonk. - Ow.

- Just point us in the right direction

and we'll get those things for you right away.

- Please.

I don't trust you three to hang laundry,

much less pick a perfect bread melon.

I'm coming.

- Can we partake in the eating of this perfect bread melon

after finding it?

- What do you think? - No.

(playful music)

- Done, and done.

Prepare to be impressed

as I use my abundant linguistic gifts to end my hunger.

Oh look, Rasper, a Cutie-Pootie. How delightful.

I kept one as a pet when I was a child.

Ey pi pi pi pi.

(growling)

Yes, mine did that too.

(clearing throat)

Might I say, you have the most aromatic combo plate

in all the land.

Unfortunately, I am a tad sort of funds at the moment.

- And soap.

- I can however offer a variety

of valuable services in trade.

- Cash.

- Perhaps a locator spell.

I can find the shirt you seem to have lost.

- Cash.

- A recitation of dark poetry?

- Cash.

- I think he wants cash.

- [Doris] It is.

I told you it's him.

- You're right.

It's totally the High Dark Lord Nar Est.

- Silence. Of all my minions,

why are these three the ones that keep coming back?

- Um, good sir, who we don't know

and are just meeting for the first time ever.

- Smooth.

- We want to be re-monsterized.

Can you do it, huh?

Can you?

- Of course.

I can definitely turn you back

into a fearsome three-headed minion,

if you were to procure me some sustenance.

- It means he wants something to eat.

We've been there.

Sometimes you'd do anything for a meal.

Am I right?

(ominous music)

- Careful, precious cargo here.

Lower me as if my leg depends on it.

Because it does.

- Careful with my gin sweet sap.

You press the thistle too hard, it sours the sap.

Press too light, you don't get any sap.

But you get a bonk.

- Ew ew.

This is much more goopy than the old described it.

- Am I hearing sass?

- Not sass, your lore keepership.

Sap. I got the gin sweet sap.

Alright, pull me up.

- You wanna do this carefully, because that vine--

- Mandok, we shall assist you.

- Niko, wait. -(screaming)

- Is a rubber sling vine.

(screaming)

(grunting)

- Hey, is that?

(coughing)

- Oh look, queeny found a garlica flower.

(laughing)

(sniffing)

- Did you ever P-U?

(coughing)

- Everyone keep up.

You can hang back a little.

(soft music)

Oh, there she is.

My bread melon.

Foolish boy.

The reason I didn't get it myself

is the giant breadtroll sitting right there.

- Why is it waiting there

like some kind of petrified codex.

- For a bread melon to achieve perfect ripening,

it must fall naturally but not hit the ground.

Of this one thing, I am an expert.

- Point is, anyone tries to take that melon

gets pounded to bits.

- Can't we just pick you

one of those fine looking bread melons?

- Nah.

I need that one.

And remember, the clock's ticking.

- Looks like we have to figure out a way

to distract that breadtroll.

(groaning)

- Now, minions, you will impersonate me

in all my villainous glory,

whilst Rasper and I steal a delectable combo plate.

- Lord Nar Est, why didn't you use your powers

to get your combo plate?

Or anything else you want?

- Because he has no power without his--

- Quite, you loon.

He means I'm unlikely to wield my power until I've eaten.

Now then, off you go.

- [Doris] All hail Nar Est,

the High Lord of darkness and evil.

- Hey, isn't that the scary guy from the wanted posters?

- The one with the big reward?

- Be afraid.

Super duper, very afraid of me.

Would you guys stop moving?

I'm trying to be menacing. Whoa.

- That's not Nar Est.

It's just three vermin acting crazy.

(laughing)

(growling)

- There there, easy now.

Easy.

Get it off me, get it off me.

(screaming)

That is it.

I'm the real Nar Est,

and you would all better bow down before me.

- That's not Nar Est either.

He has a menacing goatee.

You're just a crazy liar.

- Wait. What?

I drew that on myself. See?

I'm the one and only true Nar Est.

I command the darkness and I'm evil incarnate.

And you will give me a combo plate.

(growling)

Say cash and I will turn you into a slime mute.

Try me.

- Cash.

(people chattering)

- Stay back.

One more step and I will release my darkest spell.

(screaming)

- Get him. - Get him.

- So when do we get re-monsterized?

(chuckling)

- Perhaps I can make the breadtroll

follow me down a huge water slide.

- You just wanna go on a water slide, don't you?

- (chuckling) Yes.

What if I lore it to sleep

by playing my Harpsichord of Light?

- That can make it mad.

- At this rate, I'll never get my bread melon.

You, over here.

How would you like some delicious taffy?

- You know, you may be hard shelled on the outside

but you are--

(whistling)

(growling)

(whistling) What's this?

What is happening?

- It's called whistle taffy.

Makes you sound like a whistling melon.

The only thing breadtrolls like more than bread melon.

Let's get running.

(growling)

-(whistling) -(screaming)

(thumping)

(screaming)

- Get the melon.

I'll help Mandok.

-(screaming) -(growling)

Stop.

-(growling) -(screaming)

(groaning)

-(screaming) -(whistling)

(grunting)

(gasping)

- No.

(grunting)

(growling)

(thumping)

- Uh oh.

(growling)

(grunting)

(growling)

(groaning)

- You will not hurt this perfect bread melon or my friends.

(growling)

(whistling)

- I don't think your magic can hurt him, Niko.

(screaming)

- Hey, breadtroll.

Over here.

- Three juicy bread melons coming up.

(laughing)

- What a show.

- Oh sure, real funny.

-(whistling) -How do you stop it?

-(whistling) -Oh.

(gulping) Uh, better.

(ominous music)

(people chattering)

- This is how the mighty fall.

Not in a huge puddle but hiding in a bush.

- Ehm, you lost a high puddle too, remember?

(groaning)

- [Man] I think I hear them over there.

(screaming)

- Fine time for you to show up.

I could have used you--

(screaming)

Oh, oh.

Did you see that?

It made me fall.

- I think it just saved us.

- I suppose it can be forgiven.

Shoo shoo.

I am in no mood, Whispy.

- It wants us to go that way.

- Fine.

(ominous music)

- A garlica flower.

A pouch of gin sweet sap.

And a perfect bread melon.

(gulping)

- What does it tell you, most mysterious lore keeper?

- Nothing, I was hungry.

I get cranky if I don't eat before the high sun.

- This was lunch?

(gasping)

Just asking, just asking.

- I got something to say.

Sit down and listen.

The magic in this world needs something to focus it.

- [Lyra] A crystal.

- Right-o, queeny.

The more powerful the crystal,

the more the abilities of a mage are amplified.

The amulet of power was the most powerful crystal

this world had ever seen,

increasing magical gifts 1,000 times.

With it, the crystal mages did wondrous things.

But it also caused jealousy, greed,

and a battle that nearly broke the world.

- (gasping) This.

This is what I saw in my vision.

- After, the survivors decided

that the amulet was too powerful to be ever used again.

So they locked it inside the Forgotten Fortress.

- For which Nar Est now has the key.

- How come I've never heard of this Forgotten Fortress?

If that amulet's so valuable, believe me, I would have.

- That's the point.

The Forgotten Fortress' enchantment is so strong

it can be forgotten.

No one remembered where it was.

So a map was made.

But for safe keeping the map was broken into four pieces.

Each of the four pieces was guarded in secret

and this task was handed down from generation to generation.

Until they too forgot.

- But how can we find these pieces

if they are so very forgettable?

- The locations were put into a rhyme.

But over the long years, its true meaning was lost.

One star flies in the Sky Whale high.

- It's the Hoppity Dunk rhyme.

One star flies in the Sky Whale high.

Two stars sleep in the Tower Keep.

Three stars nest in the Molten Crest.

Four stars walk with the Bower that talks.

All together, all together then your path will shine.

The greatest power in the world is yours alone to find.

The rhyme is really about the map pieces

to the amulet of power.

- Perhaps this shall be easier than we thought.

- Bonk. - Ow.

- Don't be so sure.

The rhyme may tell you where to look

but that doesn't mean those map pieces

will be easy to find when you get there.

Those pieces were hidden for a reason.

Remember that.

You can't stay sassy.

Now go.

I need a nap.

(burping)

- Good as new.

I only caught fire once during my repairs.

- Good.

'Cause we've got some flying to do.

- Greeting, friend Flicker.

Are you well?

(grunting)

- Niko, get back.

He's gonna be the size of a Mutanosaurus.

(laughing)

- Flicker's changed back to the way he started.

- Well, not exactly but I'll take it.

- Let's go, Commodore.

One star flies in the sky whale high.

We have a sky whale to find.

- The Sky Whale?

- Any chance we can do that without catching fire,

crashing or exploding?

- I make no promises.

(inspiring music)

(groaning)

- Such a waste of time.

All this trudging about when we don't know where--

(gasping)

Oh my.

This is where that fool Sargous made his champions.

Whispy, you are so clever.

- Oh, what a dump.

Somebody busted it up good.

- That can be rectified.

- Yes, Lord.

If you fix it, we can make our own champion.

No one would push us around anymore.

- That's precisely what I intend to do.

I'm going to make a champion.

A dark champion.

With that by my side, nothing can stop me.

The amulet of power will be mine.

(laughing)

(inspiring music)

- Chirp.