Original subtitles

♪ Warriors for Hire are here ♪

♪ Mighty Magiswords ♪

♪ It's the name and career ♪

♪ Mighty Magiswords ♪

♪ For sleuthing siblings who quest ♪

♪ Mighty Magiswords ♪

♪ Which is what they do best ♪

♪ Mighty Magiswords ♪

♪ They have special tools ♪

♪ For which they are fools ♪

♪ These guys lose their mind when they collect and find ♪

♪ The Mighty Magi...swords ♪

Announcer: At Warriors for Hire headquarters! Yee-haw!

Yippied-I-oh and sassafras!

I daresay I am a lasso-twirlin' lass --

despite insinuations to the contrary.

This town ain't big enough for the two of us!

Yes, well, it might be if your clothing were properly sized!

[ Growls ]

Now everyone can see the tights I'm usually wearing.

This here Ro-Dee-Oh Magisword is the rootenest,

tootenest Magisword this side of the Faceland!

It toots? I want to hear it toot.

[ Knock on door ] That, hmm,

that ain't no toot.

Stay away -- the horror! The horror!

Whoa there!

What happens to be the trouble, wee buck-ar-oo?

Outside, there's --

No!

[ Laughing ]

-Blah! -Snowmanpires!

Announcer: Chainsaw and Zombie Pumpkin Magisword!

Hi!

Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh!

Wait! Those are "blehs" of concern!

Ooh! Mr. and Mrs. Tundrala?

ZP, you know these slushy spookies?

Yeah, they're nice. If they're friends of yours,

then why did they break down our door?

Ooh, it's Transylberian for "Hi!"

Blah, blah, bleh, bleh bleh bleh!

Ooh, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Little Pumpkin, I didn't know you spoke Blah-mish!

Well, the lad is from Transylberia.

Blah! She said they want

to hire you guys.

Prohyas: Hey, it's our bweezeness card!

How did that end up in Transylberia?

Announcer: A few quests ago!

Why am I not turning into a bat?!

[ Growls ] If I ever see those Warriors again,

it'll be too soon!

Here's our card in case you need to see us again sooner.

Call us. [ Growls ]

Ooh! Litter bug!

I'm gonna tell the authorities!

There's a reason I'm a hermit.

So, what's the situation?

Long Underwear Wolves at your door?

Cool ghouls? Snowgres? They have layers.

No, worse -- babysitting!

Blah!

Ooh, they have a lot of babies.

They could really use a night out.

And, uh, regular babysitters

can't really keep up with them, with the babies.

So they came to you!

Goo! Oh!

They have their mother's fangs!

I can't tell if that's my heart warming up or the thermostat.

It is a tad toasty, isn't it?

Eee! Bleh.

Oh! I know how to cool us down!

Announcer: Snow Cone Magisword!

A cherry for Vambre, a grape for me!

And Pumpkin Spice for ZP!

Ooh! Our guests?

Oh, right! And plain for the happy couple!

-Blah! Bleh. Bleh? -Blah! Bleh. Bleh?

[ Slurping and giggling ]

Prohyas and Vambre: Grup! What?!

Plain is my favorite artimiciable flavor!

It tastes just like plain.

Announcer: Soon!

Thank you for your bweezeness, gentle persons!

Hmm! Lucrative this babysitting bweezeness.

One question, how -- mmm...

How does that snow mobile work on grass?

Hmm! Asked and answered.

Announcer: Later in Transylberia!

[ Hissing ]

This does not look like a safe neighborhood for snowbibbies.

Oh, don't be so spooked, Prohyas.

This is, like, constant creepiness.

It doesn't even pause for a minute, you know.

[ Growls ] [ Snarling ]

-Nope! -Nope!

Boys, heel!

We'll go find some other slower-moving fire hydrant!

The Snowman parents gave me this picture to go by.

Oh, lovely! [ Thunder crashes ]

[ Both groan ]

[ Creepy music box plays ]

[ Snarls softly ]

[ Laughter ]

-Babies! -Babies!

[ Giggling ]

D'aw! D'aw!

Wait, I think one's missing!

[ Cooing ]

Oh! Who's got a wee upside-downy face?

You do, that's who! A-coochie, coochie, boo!

Bleh! [ Chomps ] Och!

This hurts quite a bit, but it's still cute.

Aw! He's teething!

Who's a toofy baby?

Um, what do I do?

He's melting, silly billy!

Your bare hands are much too warm.

I have a solution! Announcer: Mummy Magisword!

Huh, you'd make a good mummy some day, Vambre.

You're lucky there are infants present!

-Blah! -Oop! Duder's got the hungies!

Zed P, what do baby snowmanpires like for num-nums?

Ooh! Uh, bluh--

Blood Orange Snow Cones! Good thinking, ZP!

Announcer: Snow Cone Magisword...again!

Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah!

D'aw! The little snow suckers!

Pat, pat! [ Burps ]

Looks like it's sleepy time...

Or, you know, vibrate unnervingly time!

Could giving baby monsters sugar

somehow not have worked out for us?

[ All giggling ]

Quick, round up the Transylbabies!

Baa! Boo! Blah!

Ah, art moveau!

[ Blowing raspberry ]

Aha!

Ugh! Any luck? [ Blows raspberry ]

[ Upbeat organ music plays ]

Aha!

Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah!

You nab the bibbies, I'll coax 'em out with a jaunty ditty.

♪ Little monster baby lumps ♪

♪ See 'em scurry, see them jump ♪

♪ Everything they see becomes a toy ♪

♪ They're made out of spooky snow ♪

♪ Yeah, they're weird, but don't ya know ♪

♪ Everyone's a frozen lump of joy ♪

♪ Transylbabies, Transylbabies ♪

♪ We watch them for their ma and for their pa ♪

♪ Transylbabies, Transylbabies ♪

♪ They're hopping all around and they say "blah" ♪

Wee! Wee! Wee! Wee!

So...

why would snowmanpires have a sunroof?

Less over analyzation, more doing the thing!

-Aw! -Ahoy!

Thar be bibbies!

Unhand those infants, you...

[Grunts] incredibly strange creatures!

-A Cool Ghoul! -A Snowgre!

-Cold Foot! -The Phantom of the Igloo!

-Ice Cream and Witch! -[ Cackling ]

The Zomboni!

The Creature from the Frozen Lagoon!

Great Scott, it's eating the child alive!

Announcer: Oinkus Oinkus Magisword!

Aah!

Announcer: Boomerang Magisword!

-Bleh! -Baby!

Hands off the baby, ya creepy carcass!

Announcer: Paper Bag Magisword!

-Gotcha! -Goo!

Holy smokes! It's an all-out street brawl!

Coochie-coochie-coo! They're jammed in his toes!

Announcer: Big Bad Boot Magisword!

Huh?

Announcer: Hook Magisword!

Did we get everyone? Wee!

Apparently not. Wee!

Wee!

Announcer: Sun Face Magisword!

[ Squealing ]

Announcer: Wickersnapper Magisword!

Bleh!

[ Chuckles ] Basket babbies.

Let's get these tykes back home.

-Time for the thing? -Time for the thing!

Announcer: Sharkblade Magisword! Zombie Pumpkin Magisword!

Ooh, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Super teamwork combo --

You're under arrest. Told ya.

Announcer: At Gennystein Police Station -- busted!

[ Groans ] What are you in for,

Frostferatu?

I'm on their most wanted list due to aggravated littering.

So... [Slurps] which one of these turkeys

caused all the commotion downtown?

[ Growls ] Them! It was definitely them!

Thanks a lot, bud -- Hey!

Get back in there!

All right, everyone but the humans -- outski!

Hold it.

That's him! That's the litterbug!

Ha, ha! Enjoy your sentence, goobus!

-Nyeh! -[ Hissing ]

Even amongst children, I dislike that child.

Officer Fordor, we can explain!

Who's this Fordor?

It's Officer Eightdor to you punks.

Ooh!

We thought you were someone else.

Yeah, that seems pretty unlikely.

So is your story still that you were trying to protect

the kids from ravenous monsters, by which I think you meant

our friendly, law-abiding,

non-weird, stick-wielding citizens?!

Hey! Where are the snow babies?!

They're in ice-olation.

[ All giggling ]

Come on! They didn't do anything wrong!

We goofed up!

We're not villains,

just the worst babysitters in recorded history!

What she mean to say is...

exactly what she just said!

Well, you'll be sitting a long dang time

in the ice prison downtown.

Uh, all things considered, mind you,

the ice prison's pretty great.

Three square, frozen meals a day.

Ice floors so clean you can see yourself in 'em.

Um...

Cell bars made from the toughest Transylberian ice.

Uh, hate to interrupt description time, but --

Top-notch MagiMobile reception.

Say, Officer Chats-a-Lot, if we fix all the damage,

will you allow us to take the snow infants back home?!

I mean, are you sure?

'Cause, you know, the ice prison is really keen!

Below-zero air conditioning, live music every night...

Announcer: Blowdryer Magisword!

Ice fishing competitions.

State-of-the-art escape tunnel --

like this police station's but more popular.

Announcer: Good deeds! Grabby Giraffe Magisword!

[ Upbeat music plays ]

Ground Pound Magisword!

Hmm? Ahh!

Hey! Hey, Officer Eightdor!

We atoned for our egregious misdeeds with community service,

so...

Together: Can we please take the babies back home?!

Huh, babies?

Oh, I was just telling 'em about the ice prison.

Cross-Lyvsheria field trips,

free haunted house nights, slumber parties...

Och! How do we beat

those high-speed snow folks back to their home?

Announcer: Rad Rocket Magisword!

No, no, no, no, no!

That thing is too erratic on its own.

I don't like the look on your face...

or your hat. Announcer: Rodeo Magisword!

Together: Super teamwork combo -- Turbo Toro!

How is a mechanical bull

faster or more accurate than a rocket?!

Yah -- and might I add -- hoo!

[ Gasps ]

[ Sobbing ] We're the worst babysitters ever!

Don't be such a baby, Prohyas.

Bleh! Bleh! Bleh! Bleh!

Bleh?

And the big bad wolf lived happily ever after.

The end.

Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh. Blah, blah, blah.

They say, "Thank you."

Extra! Extra!

Crazed humanoids clobber townsfolk!

Babies land in jail!

[ Grunting ]

Did I ever tell you boys about the ice prison?

You have. Let's go.

Sweet! Let's do this!

[ Upbeat music plays ]