Original subtitles

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

This is like nothing we've seen before.

(snarling)

- He's a champion of darkness.

A dark champion!

- [Raper] It's working!

- It's pointing the way to its home!

- I may fear you,

but I will not retreat!

(roaring)

- Get away from my champion!

(screams)

- Three stars nest in the molten crust.

A volcano!

- I have a key better than any map!

Bring me back my dark champion.

- [Lyra] If Nar Est sends it after us again,

we'll be ready.

(adventurous music)

- [Niko] I am Niko, and this is my Sword of Light!

I am here to protect my people and defeat the darkness.

Forever!

(dramatic percussive music)

(sudden dramatic music)

- Ni-ko.

(gasps)

- Are you okay, Niko?

- Apologies, friend Mandok.

The dark champion,

he occupies my thoughts.

- Oh, sounds like someone

could use some grub to get his mind off things.

I think there's still half a barbaflank here somewhere.

- You carry many things

in that surprisingly small pouch, Mandok.

- Ah, treasures, every one of 'em.

I couldn't imagine life without my bag of tricks.

Oh, here it is!

(flies buzzing) (squeaks)

You may wanna hold your nose.

(chuckles)

(adventurous, inspiring music)

- Your skills are fast improving, my queen.

Soon, you will be ready to pilot without me.

- Oh, let's hope that isn't necessary.

We're so lucky you're with us, Commodore.

- Yes, it feels good to belong.

But the day may come when my path leads me

in a different direction.

(chiming)

- Lyra, what news?

Have you reached the coordinates I sent you?

- Yes, Uncle Sargous, we're almost there.

- The ancient scrolls describe a molten crest.

It might just be the place that hides your map piece.

(clears throat)

- And if I may, your majesty,

timing for the bleety goat herd's sheering

cannot be delayed any further.

Your approval of the new gate knocker

is still anxiously awaited,

and I have several more urgent matters for your--

- Enough!

Stopping Nar Est from reaching

the Amulet of Power is urgent.

Defending ourselves from this new dark champion is urgent.

Solving these ridiculously vague riddles

and finding the map to the Forbidden Fortress is urgent.

Bleeting goats, door knockers,

rain barrels, not urgent! (sirens blare)

- But your royal duties, my queen.

- If these are what royal duties are,

I don't want them anymore. (alarms beep)

- Uh, Queen Lyra--

- What?

- The helm?

- Oh.

(siren horns blare)

(screams)

(yelping)

(Lyra sighs)

(all sighing)

- Are You saying you wish to abdicate the throne?

- I don't know what I'm saying.

We'll discuss this later.

(groans)

(uncertain music)

I'm sorry you had to hear that,

but I'm not sorry I said it.

- We support you, Lyra.

Always!

But what is an abder-cake?

- (chuckles) It's not important, Niko.

And it's not a cake.

(groans)

(chiming)

(gasps) We're at the coordinates!

I'll circle around.

It should be right

about

here.

- Are you sure?

This doesn't look very molten,

or crusty.

- What if it's below the surface?

Like an underwater volcano.

- I know a way to find out.

Pull on that one right there.

(whirring)

(screaming)

(tense, murky music)

(awed music)

- Amazingness.

Come and see!

(ship bubbling)

- [Lyra] I guess we go this way.

(cawing)

(grunts) - D'oh!

(grunts)

Hasn't this thing ever heard of a road?

We've been going in circles for days.

Some enchanted key you turned out to be.

We've no dark champion, no Wisp,

no crystals to cast spells through--

- Don't forget the guards that are relentlessly chasing us!

- I'm not forgetting the guards!

(grunts)

- [Squeaky Man] Over this way.

- Uh-oh.

(yelping)

(marching)

(sighs)

(yelps)

Oh, you're enjoying this, aren't you, key?

I'm starting to doubt you're of any use to me at all.

(snarling) (yelping)

(both yelp) (cart wheels roll)

- Hide, someone's coming!

(cawing)

(tense, uneasy music)

- I say, my good fellow,

would you care for a ride?

(considering music)

(serene music)

(slams) (grunting)

(glass squeaks)

- It appears our front fenders

are wedged against the archway.

- What are all these glowing shapes that pass us by?

- Phosphorous spell should shed some light.

(sudden, menacing music)

(screaming)

It's a whole school of fish!

It looks like they're covered in glowing paint.

Hey, that gives me an idea.

(bubbling)

- Thank you, pufferhuffers!

- Any time, drylanders!

Enjoy the boil!

- Oh, boil!

What is being boiled?

Oh, it better not be us.

- Boiling water might mean a molten crust near by.

This could be it!

(squeaking)

Careful, Flicker!

This is no place to be drifting off.

(water rushes and bubbles)

- Niko? Lyra?

Is that you?

It's Larry from the Shrimp Kingdom!

- [All] Larry!

- Oh, it's good to see a friendly face.

Uh, where are we exactly?

- You're at Boiling Crab!

Biggest festival this side of sea level.

Come on in, I'll show you around!

(foreboding music)

Let me guess, first time boilers right?

You're in for a treat,

this place has somethin' for everyone!

- Does it have a molten crest?

That is what we seek the most!

- Huh, never heard of it,

but I do know just the boiler who would!

He's been comin' here longer than any of us.

(mysterious didgeridoo music)

- All are welcome at the boil, my drylander brethren.

There's something for everyone down here.

- Guys, meet Manfred the monkfish!

(tinkling xylophone music)

- (gasps) Oh!

(chuckles)

What sensational gadgetry.

- Hey, if you like that,

check out this super sweet squidgerydoo.

(blows horn)

- Righteous.

A most excellent offering for the boil.

- Excuse me, masterful monkfish,

what is this boil?

- A time of great reflection, spike-haired one.

This cavern was once lit up

from the boiling, molten glow below.

Fish from all over would come

and cast away the things that weighed them down.

The cavern went dark and cold when Nar Est was the man,

but we still come every year to lighten our loads

and make it glow.

Only now, we make our own light.

- Whoa, let me get this straight.

You just toss all these valuable objects away?

What do you get in return?

- Nothing.

And it feels fantastic.

You should try it sometime.

You'll have less than you came with,

but you'll leave with more.

- What? That's not how math works.

(tinkling xylophone music)

- So what happens to all the offerings?

- That's where the crab comes in.

It's the best of the fest!

Our crab takes them down to the cavern below

and comes back totally empty.

Wanna check it out?

- Looks like someone already is.

- [Niko] Observe my curiosity getting the better of me!

- Oh, no, no thanks.

The only giant crab I'll investigate

is the kind that comes with dipping sauce!

- How do the treasures disappear?

- It's a mystery, man.

No one's ever gone down with the crab.

- Shiny red button.

- Niko!

Do not start pushing random buh--

(sudden, dramatic music) (pulley squeaks)

- [Fish] Whoa, that's crazy!

(screaming)

(Niko grunts)

- Oh, this is bad news, man.

The boil's not supposed to be until tonight!

Whoa.

Looks like somethin's been roundin' up

our glowy swag.

- Niko, the map piece!

Three stars nest, just like the rhyme!

- But should there not be a molten crest to go with it?

- I guess not anymore.

We can figure it out once the map piece is ours.

(slithering)

(tense music)

(gasps)

(booming)

Oh, havoc.

What is that?

- It's a lavoctapus.

They usually live inside volcanoes.

What's one doing down here?

(roars)

- I'm not sure that's a good thing.

(snarls) (yelping)

Ah, the heat's too much!

And this crab isn't going anywhere!

(yelping)

- Go away, temperate creature!

- He looks pretty bummed out, man.

- Whoa!

(machinery creaks)

- Put some shell into it!

- Almost!

(lavoctopus screeches)

(crashing)

(metal creeks)

- Are you all right? - Ow!

- What happened down there?

- [Lyra] It's a lavoctopus!

(booming)

(water rushes)

- That seriously chilled my boil.

- Oh! (babbles)

Please tell me this is part of the festival.

- We sent down an un-stuffed crab,

but I think that lavoctopus wanted a full meal, dig?

- The map piece is still down there!

We have to go back!

- Not without getting burned up.

You saw that creature. - Hmm.

There may be a way to soothe the scorching beast

and get what we came for.

I just need to make a few modifications.

(bird squawks)

- Thank you again for so graciously offering us a ride.

- Yes, it's all about helping

the less fortunate and all that.

(marker squeaks)

- If only I had a crystal.

What I wouldn't give to cast a spell of eternal anguish!

(baby babbles)

(gasps) Is that--

is that a crystal?

- Oh, yes, it's the only thing that helps

with Junior's teething pain.

Purest amberite that gold can buy.

- Really!

(yawning)

(chomping) (yelps)

(whimpers) (hand throbs)

- I'm sorry, did you say something?

- (winces) Nothing!

Uh, cute kid you have here. (chuckles)

- What was once a noble statue

is now a fully articulated battle crab!

- The map piece will soon be ours!

- Commodore, you've outdone yourself!

- Well, I had a little help from my new friends.

(booming)

(clangs)

I can fix that!

(birds chirp)

(babbling) (unassuming music)

(chokes)

(cawing)

(baby coos)

(laughing)

(crow screeches)

At last, now we'll see who the wretched one is when--

(screaming)

(grunts) (caws)

- I'm sorry, did you say something?

- Farewell, drylander brethren.

Good luck down there.

- You'd better stay here, Flicker.

It's too dangerous for you like this.

(squeaks)

- Oh dear, it takes five of us

to operate the crab's new controls.

Without Flicker, we're one short.

- Aw, I'll do it!

You guys helped me when I was in a tough spot.

- Bravo, good Larry.

Your bravery will not be forgotten!

- All right, let the boil begin!

(cheering) (upbeat calypso music)

- [Fish] Boil the crab!

Boil the crab!

Boil the crab!

- The crab's new configuration

allows us to control every part of it.

I control the head, Lyra and Niko are the claws,

and you two--

- We've figured it out already.

- That's right!

The teeth!

- The legs.

- The legs!

- No matter what, we have to get that map piece.

If this works, the Lavoctopus should leave us alone

once we dump the glowing offerings.

(mysterious music)

(booming)

(whirring)

(bubbles rush)

(yelps)

(menacing music)

(roars)

(screaming)

- Stay calm!

Offerings away!

(lever clunks)

Right, now's our chance.

Advance the lower apparatuses in linear formation.

Crab walk!

- Oh, right, (chuckles) that's us!!

(pumps clack)

(pulleys squeak)

(yelping)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(banging)

(hisses)

(crashing)

(all yelping)

(yelping)

(grunts)

- Niko!

(roaring)

(crew yelps)

(booms)

(dramatic, adventuring music)

(gasps)

(yelps) (roars)

(grunts) - Whoa!

(bubbles jet)

So...

hot.

(groans)

(isolated music)

(growling)

(gasps)

(rising, horrifying music)

(lonely music)

(lavoctapus screeches)

(dramatic, foreboding music)

(screeches)

(inspiring music)

- (grunts) I've got him!

Pull us up!

(groans) Lyra?

(bell jingles)

(machinery cranks)

(hissing)

- It's coming back!

We need to distract it!

- But there's no more offerings to give it!

- Yes, there are.

Next up, a lumanoot flute,

and these petrified firebat fangs,

and let's not forget my trusty can of cactus wax.

(screeches)

(screeches)

(Larry yelps)

(crashing) (yelping)

(grunts)

- Get back, loathsome creature!

Hyah!

(lavoctopus screeches)

- It wants the map piece.

But why?

- (stammers) It likes things that glow, remember?

Is that really important right now?

- Actually, it might be the key to all of this!

Three stars nest in the molten crest.

You were right, Niko!

Part of the rhyme is missing.

- [All] Lyra!

- There it is!

It's all sealed up!

- Your highness, it's coming back!

- I think I know what to do!

We need to reopen the molten crest!

Niko, now!

- Firestorm!

- Again!

- [Both] Darkness be gone!

(lavoctapus screeches)

(crumbling) (awed music)

- [Boiler] Ooh!

- [Manfred] Ahh!

- Oh!

- The colors, man. The colors!

- Yeah.

(lavoctapus whistles)

(whistling)

- Goodbye, evil creature that tried to destroy us!

- Not evil, Niko.

It just didn't like being in the dark.

- Man, I know the feeling.

(light bulb clicks)

- Somehow, it must have gotten trapped in here

when the lava cooled.

Its only real light came from the map piece,

and the shiny things the boilers sent down.

- Okay, so can we go now?

I don't play well with hot lava.

- So long, drylander brethren.

Thanks for making this the best boil ever.

- It's been righteous, Manfred.

Nothin' like a whole lotta light

to keep the darkness away.

- So, see you next year?

(chuckles)

- Indubitably.

You boil bums are just my speed.

For a moment there, I almost felt like I was--

(smooching) Home.

- Well, count me out.

I lost all my treasures, and for what?

For me?

Is that a tweedle seed?

(gasps) And a gortza bolt! (gasps)

Moray lint, I've always wanted some of that!

- Told you, man.

You'll have less than you came with,

but you'll leave with more.

- Professor, I'll never doubt your math again.

Sign me up for next year!

- Farewell, boilers!

- I say next year we build a lavoctapus

for, like, symbolism!

- Yeah! - Yeah, all right!

- Yeah! - Woo!

(triumphant music)

- We're three stars down.

All we have left is the bower that talks!

Whatever that means.

Oh, I can't wait to tell Uncle Sargous and--

Maybe later.

(bittersweet music)

- Somethin' on your mind, pal?

Fields of fire, dark champions?

- He has been calling to me, Mandok.

I don't know what it means.

(worrying ambient music)

- Come, dark champion.

Our master calls for us.

Soon it will be time.

- Nar

Est.

- No.

Not that master. (chuckles)

Our true master.

(chuckling)

(epic, adventurous music)

- Chirp.