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- * Hey

* Hey

- Wow. I mean, you went all out for your dad's birthday.

When it's your birthday in Seagate,

they abandon you in the swamp,

and if you survive, you get cake.

- I've been planning my dad's birthday bash for a month.

- Hey, can you plan me one,

I mean, just like this, but with a baked potato bar?

- Dad, I got a piñata for your party.

I know how much you love smashing things

until food comes out.

That's great.

I love it.

- Are you okay?

Oh, I'm fine.

- I don't think he's fine.

- Will you excuse us, Piñata Boy?

- I know you think that's an insult,

but I love the name.

- Dad, what's wrong?

- I'm sorry.

Since your sister, Eliza,

still hasn't returned from battle,

it feels wrong to celebrate my birthday without her.

- Dad, I miss her, too.

And I know how much you look forward to

your birthday cake every year.

- Oh, you mean the 100-layer

Astorian King Cake Eliza makes for me?

The cake only she knows the recipe for?

Why?

- Dad, don't cry.

Eliza told me the recipe.

- What?!

- I was going to surprise you.

But she told me before she left.

Having that cake would make it feel like

Eliza's right here, even just for one night.

Plus, I can eat her slice.

- Just like you do when she's here.

- Whoopee!

- Wow! I mean, you made him so happy.

- You don't know the recipe, do you?

- I don't even know the recipe to PB & J.

What's the "J," Arc?

What's the "J"?!

- Yes, Kraken Squad. Show no mercy.

- Oh. Come on, Kripan.

You trying to get worse every day?

'Cause you are.

- Sage.

I said "show no mercy,"

not squash Kripan's little heart.

He's crying in the corner again.

- I was just being honest.

My mom says, if someone's not good at something,

it is your job to make them feel bad about it.

My mom says Sage is a bad influence.

- Sir Gareth, this just arrived for you.

- Ooh. Ooh, I...

I wish I could tell you who...

who this is from, but it's very top secret,

just very hush-hush.

- Aw, that's okay. We understand.

- It's from Astoria's biggest popstar, Katie Fairy!

I got her to sing at the King's birthday party.

- You needed a musical act and didn't call us?

- You know we have a song and dance review

for every holiday and occasion.

- Come on, Prudy,

let's go somewhere where they appreciate the arts.

- Well... that was a thing.

- Katie Fairy's singing here tonight?

She's the reason I started singing.

- Butty-Butt, I've never heard you sing before.

- I've always been too nervous

to perform in front of people--

which is why I usually only sing under water.

The flounders really think I have something.

- Well, I'm your bestie.

You have to sing something for me.

- Okay. Here goes.

* Mary had a little troll

* It ate her fo-o-o-o-o-od *

What'd you think?

I know you'll be honest with me.

- Wow, that was...

different.

- Different?

- D-Different as in

I wouldn't want you to sing any different--

because it was awesome.

- Oh, I knew it!

- Oh, no! No, no, no, no!

Katie Fairy cancelled!

Now I have to hold auditions

and find a singer for the King's party.

- Wow, Sir Gareth needs a singer.

Normally, I would never try out.

- Trust your instincts.

- But then you said how great my voice is.

Sir Gareth, I'm going to audition.

- Any chance that this performance is under water?

No.

- Well, I had to reconstruct

Eliza's cake recipe from memory,

but I think it turned out great.

Right? It turned out great.

Please tell me it turned out great!

- That depends.

Did Eliza's cake look like a pumpkin

caught in a dumpster fire?

- I know it's awful.

We'll never get it right without the recipe.

- Well, why did you lie to your dad,

if you don't know how to make the cake?

- Because Eliza's out searching for the Armor of Astoria.

This is the first time my dad's had a birthday

without her being here.

- That must be hard for him.

- It is.

He's heartbroken.

While Eliza's gone, I need to fill in for her.

- I'd like to say you're off to a good start, but...

you are not at all.

- Whoa, what's going on in here?

- Why is there an ogre turd on the table?

- Because...

we are on...

a special quest from the Princess.

- I'm in!

- You don't even know--

- If my Boo needs me, then I'm in, Ciara.

- Fulfilling a quest for the Princess

could be great for the Phoenix Squad.

How can we help?

- Okay, she needs us to bake

a 100-layer Astorian King Cake for the party.

- But Princess Eliza is the only one who knows the recipe.

- Well, we actually know one other person

who's an expert in Astorian baking.

- Oh, is it you?

Because that would be super-convenient.

- It's not me.

And you're not gonna like who it is.

Jimbo.

Jimbo?

- I told you you weren't gonna like who it is.

- You think your psycho ex-squad mate

who left us to rot in the Cave of Farts

would really tell us the recipe?

- Yeah, he hates us.

- Well, he's had a lot of time to think in the dungeon.

Maybe he's changed.

- Phoenix Squad...

it's so good to see you.

So, I can destroy you for what you've done to me!

- Nope. He hasn't changed.

* Hey, hey

-Do you wanna know a secret?

-I'm a princess whose father

won't let her become a knight.

Please let me go to Knight School, Daddy!

Please, please, please!

So I use a magic ring and secretly train as Ciara.

Yes!

-And I'm Arc, a charming thief,

who has the same dream.

I'm destined to become a knight.

-But people from outside the kingdom aren't allowed

in Knight School.

-So I'm pretending I belong here.

-Now, we protect each other's secrets.

-So we can achieve our dream of becoming knights.

- * We are the Knight Squad *

- You've got five minutes with this...

monster.

- That's the last time I make you

dungeon donuts, Igor!

The secret ingredient is rats.

- Jimbo, we need your help.

- The Princess needs an Astorian King Cake

and we're hoping you can tell us the recipe.

- I'm thinking the laugh means he's not gonna help us.

- I bet Jimbo doesn't even know the recipe.

Let's go.

- Mermaid tears, enchanted flour, goblin chocolate.

Just a few of the ingredients in the Astorian King Cake.

- Okay, Jimbo knows the recipe.

- That's right.

But the only way you're getting that cake

is if I bake it myself!

Which means you're gonna have to break me out of here.

- Huh...

I'll say this for Jimbo. It's never boring.

- Wow, a lot of people are auditioning.

Guess we should go home and never speak of this again.

- We can't leave. I have to sing.

- No, stop! Uh...

you should save your voice.

- Now, thank you all for coming.

I'm looking for an amazing singer

to make the King's birthday party a huge success.

This honor does not come without some risk.

Last year, the singer hit a bad note,

and was pelted by tomatoes.

- Was he okay?

- Oh. Oh, no.

No, he was chased out of Astoria

and forced to live in the woods.

Even the squirrels laugh at him.

Who's ready to audition?

- No, no, no, no, no!

It wasn't squirrels. It was chipmunks.

Does that make it better?

- I don't want you to get pelted by tomatoes.

- Nobody's going to throw anything at me.

I can sing like this...

* Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do

- Do you hear a dying goose?

- Nobody panic. I know goose CPR.

- Shhh! I don't want Buttercup to know

her singing is awful.

- I thought you were her friend.

You've gotta tell that girl she can't sing.

- I can't crush Buttercup's dream.

She's the one person in the kingdom

whose feelings I actually care about.

I chased 'em, but it's hard to catch up

when your legs are turkey bones held together by twine.

Buttercup, if no one else shows up,

you win.

- I need to find somebody else to audition.

- You need a singer?

I don't wanna brag,

but when I sing unicorns weep.

Then what'll it take for you to audition

and beat Buttercup?

- You do weeks of my knight school janitor duty,

including toilet patrol.

- Fine. - Let's shake on it.

- We have a deal, but I'm not shaking your toilet hand.

- There's no way we're breaking Jimbo out.

We could get locked up right next to him.

And I am not eating a rat donut.

- I know you really wanted to save your dad's birthday.

Here's my plan.

We get a catapult.

- And...?

- Look, I can't be expected to fill in all the details.

- Well, I'm not giving up. I'm busting Jimbo out

and he's baking Eliza's cake.

- To get past that dungeon guard,

you're gonna need Prudy's and Warwick's help, too.

- I know that.

I've already figured out how to change their minds.

Look, guys, it's Sergeant Dimo

and he appears to have an important message for us.

- Attention, Phoenix Squad.

I have an important message for you.

- No way. Who's it from?

Someone important that we respect?

- It's from the Princess--

who's important and who we respect.

- The Princess sent me a love letter?

She made the first move.

It's too much for me to handle.

- I should probably take that.

Thank you.

"Phoenix Squad,

"the Astorian King Cake is the greatest gift

"I could ever give to my father.

Please do anything it takes to make this happen."

- But the Princess doesn't know

that getting the recipe

involves doing something very wrong.

- "Please do this,

"even if you have to do something very wrong.

XOXO, the Princess."

- Aw, she makes happy faces with her Os.

Okay, let's do it. - Sweet!

We're breakin' Jimbo out of the dungeon.

- And after that,

I'm gonna ask the Princess to marry me.

- One step at a time, buddy.

- * Hey hey hey

- You're goin' to jail, Bushy Bart.

I'm a dangerous prisoner with a beard!

- Who are you guys?

- Prisoner transfer from cellblock 1138!

- We'd be happy to show you our paperwork,

unless something were to distract you!

- Dungeon dogs!

Get your red hot dungeon dogs here!

- Yeah, I guess I could start my diet tomorrow.

- I got dungeon dogs, I've got swamp dogs.

I've got bald dogs. I've even got some frog dogs.

But you better get 'em before they hot away.

- Oh, Phoenix Squad is back.

I like the beard, Ciara.

It makes you look distinguished.

- We need you to bake the Astorian King Cake,

so, we're breaking you out.

- Finally! I'm free!

I can't wait to change my socks.

- We're not taking any chances.

These stay on the whole time.

- And once you're done,

you're coming right back here.

- You're the boss, applesauce.

- We have to move. Go!

- Dragon dog. Excellent choice, sir.

- Thanks, buddy.

- Wait!

You...can't have a dragon dog

without some spicy dragon mustard.

Oh, yeah.

- Come on!

- Okay, are you ready to beat Buttercup?

- I'm pretty sure a howler monkey could beat Buttercup.

- Fizz, I understand you'll be trying out.

- Yes.

Here's a tissue. You're gonna need it.

This is a simple song my mother used to sing to me.

- Oh, tiddlywinks, Fizz is really good.

- Yeah, he is.

- Fizz, you're amazing.

- So, I got the job? - Oh, no, no.

The contest is not open to knight school employees.

- What? Then why'd you let him audition?

- Well, I was hoping he would embarrass himself.

Buttercup, since you're the only person left,

you get to sing for the King.

- Oh, yay! I beat a ten year old!

In your face, Opera Boy!

- Oh, how did I totally mess this up?

- Speaking of messes...

head on down to the training yard.

Pro tip:

you can keep any snack you find in the garbage.

- Okay, open your eyes.

Whoa!

- This is gonna make the Princess very happy.

By the way,

I'ma have to break you out to bake our wedding cake.

- Now who wants to taste the icing?

Oh! Oh! Me! Me!

Mmmmm!

- Our feet are frozen.

- That's right, you fools!

I tricked you into eating frosting

that turns you to ice.

I call it Freezy Frosting!

- Why wouldn't you just call it Ice-ing?

- Why wouldn't you just call it

Shut Your Cake Hole!

Soon the ice will freeze you solid.

Imagine what'll happen

when everyone at the party tries my cake.

- You monster. You'll freeze the kingdom.

- Including the Princess.

- And the King.

- And Arc!

- Yep. I was fooling you the whole time.

And the only reason we needed 16 pounds of butter--

was for this.

- He used butter for evil instead of good.

- And now I will have my revenge on Astoria

for throwing me in the dungeon.

Talk to you never.

- *

- * Hey hey

- We can't move and the ice is spreading up our bodies.

- But the good news is...

Nope, I can't even pretend.

- Jimbo's gonna freeze everyone in the kingdom.

This is all my fault.

- Don't be so hard on yourself.

If anyone's to blame, it's the Princess.

- Hey, she just wants her dad to have a good birthday.

Keep blaming yourself, Ciara.

- Warwick, what about that spell you used

to pop our popcorn during movie nights?

- What?

You guys do movie nights without us?

- You guys do mud mask Mondays without us.

I want my face to glow.

- Do the spell.

I just coughed up an ice cube.

- Incendio, micro wavy!

- You did it, Warwick.

I mean, it smells like burnt leg hair in here,

but you did it!

- Let's go stop Jimbo. - Yeah.

- Oh! Are we sure all the frosting is evil?

- Just go, Prudy! -Oh!

- * Hey hey hey

* Hey hey hey hey

* Hey hey

Quite a turn out.

-Yeah, there sure are a lot of people.

- Oh, I was talking about the rotten tomatoes.

Oh, those look juicy.

- Thanks for believing in me, Sage.

If you hadn't given me that confidence,

I'd be worried I'm about to make a fool out of myself.

- I can't take it anymore, Butt.

There's something I need to tell you.

- I'm an enchanted puppet brought to life?

- No. I mean, maybe.

What I'm trying to say is...

I lied.

Your voice isn't great.

- Is it...okay?

- Ni-i-i-i...

- Is it...bad?

- Getting closer.

- Oh, no! I have a terrible singing voice.

- Uh-huh. That's the one.

- But you told me I was good.

Why would you lie to me?

- Because I was afraid I'd hurt your feelings.

- You can't hurt my feelings.

You're my bestie.

You're also the person who reminds me to blink.

- Thanks.

By the way, you should blink.

- Thanks. That was a close one.

- And now, for the King's entertainment,

please welcome... Buttercup!

- Go!

- Well, I guess it's time to sing.

- Look, if this is something you wanna do,

you're not gonna do it alone.

I'll be right up here with you.

- I don't wanna do it.

- I'm so happy you said that. Now let's get outta here.

- Hey, the entertainment's running! Get 'em!

Here we go!

- Oh, that's the cake horn! Get ready!

There it is--

the 100-layer Astorian King Cake.

Oh, it looks just like Eliza's.

I call the first 99 layers.

- A gift, Your Majesty,

from the Princess and the Phoenix Squad.

- Oh, that's the squad with the green shoulder thingies?

I like them.

- There's Jimbo! - Back away from the cake!

- Your Majesty, they want your cake.

- I no longer like the squad

with the green shoulder thingies.

Guards, stop them!

- We'll handle the guards. You guys get Jimbo.

- Give it up, Jimbo!

- Never!

Wah!

What do you think you're gonna do--

flip us like pancakes?

- Yes, actually.

No, don't hurt my cake!

- You heard the birthday boy.

Back up!

- My presents!

- We've got the cake. Now what?

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- Yeah, but we only have one chance.

Hey, Jimbo, you misspelled "birthday" on the cake.

- Aw, nuggets. For reals?

- My ca-a-a-ke!

- I've gotta go check on my dad.

- You ruined my revenge, Phoenix Squad.

I will return and make you pay for--

- Frozen loser says what?

- What the dragon's butt is going on?

- Dad, Jimbo sabotaged the cake.

But the Phoenix Squad saved us.

- So, I like the green shoulder thingie people?

Oh, this is all very confusing.

- I lied when I said I knew the recipe.

I tried to fill in for Eliza

because I know how much you miss her.

I'm sorry.

- You never have to fill in for Eliza.

I do miss her,

but I have you right here.

That is the best present of all.

- Well...

if you still want cake,

we can have the one I made for you.

- Well, why didn't you tell me about this?

There is no such thing as a bad cake.

Oh! I was wrong!

Uh, you know, I, uh...

I think I'm a pie guy now.

- * Na, na, na, hey

- *

* Hey

* Hey

* Hey

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