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♪ 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 Rival Flamin' Castle Spa, R and R.

[ Sighs ] I can't thank you enough, Zange,

for taking time away from your royal obligations to see us,

and the spar is heavenly. [ Bubbling ]

Actually, miss, it's pronounced spa, no R.

Right. I knew that.

Oh, could you check on the tea, Eginald?

[ Sighs ] Certainly.

No worries, Bamburrito.

You two are, like, my best BFFs in all of Livesheria.

Aww. You're our only BFF, Zange.

And what am I, chopp-ed liver?

Angry slurp.

[ Digitized ] You always say the nicest things, Zange.

All right. Zange, let's take a look at you.

Oh, you're absolutely gawr-juss

I can't see.

Cucumbers. [ Meep! ]

Wow. I am, as indicated, gawr-juss.

[ Meep! ] Autostyle,

did you put hands in my hands in my hair?

[ Munch! ]

Vambre: Hold still, Prohyas.

Announcer: Flyswatter Magisword!

[ Screams ]

Ow. [ Panting ]

[ Screams ]

No. Don't hurt the little guy.

[ Squeak! Pop! ]

So, like, what are you anyways?

MagiMobile: Borfl, level-one monster,

a timid, easily frightened woodland creature.

Type: skittish. Defense: none.

Status: endangered.

Aww. He's too adorbs to be endangered.

What kind of heartless, unfathomable monster

would try to smoosh it?

[ Jingle plays ]

I'm sure we can dispose of him safely if we...

Och. Prohyas and Zange: Wha?

The royal gallery!

No, the royal portraits!

[ Zip! ]

[ Zoom! ]

[ Pop! ]

Announcer: Foam Finger Magisword!

[ Poink! ]

[ Grunts ] [ Pop! ]

Oopsiedoodle.

No, the royal sculptures!

I shall use the brutest of force

to shake that rascal out of there.

Announcer: Muscly Arm Magi--

Uh, woops. Och

[ Clank! Warble! ]

[ Cries ]

[ Grunts ]

Announcer: Grabby Giraffe Magisword.

Spiderweb Magisword.

[ Clank! ] [ Rope rattling ]

[ Feet squeal ] Umbrellafent Magisword.

[ Clank! ] No, the royal anvil!

That was supposed to be a surprise.

That level-one twerp is becoming

a level-100 thorn in your side.

What are you doing chasing him around?

Blow him to smithereens!

Not now, my brain.

Well, ain't we touchy?

Good luck catchin' that Borfl the normal way.

I'll check on you later.

I'm going to go watch my stories.

Announcer: Chainsaw Magisword.

To where did that endangered excuse

for a species skitter off?

There.

[ Pop! Screech! ]

The Borfl's in my bedroom.

[ Terrified noises ]

Aw, poor little duder's having anxieties.

I bet he could use a snooze.

Announcer: Sleeping Dragon Magisword.

[ Warble! Blink! ]

This little fellow is really resisting

the effects of Sleeping Dragon.

We should really get a new one of those.

Look at that. Tisk, tisk, tisk.

I guess I'm going to have to use my golden toast

to sing him to slumberland.

Ehhh...

♪ Rock a bye, Borfl, upon the thing ♪

♪ Since you couldn't sleep I'm going to sing ♪

♪ When my voice breaks the thing's going to fall ♪

♪ And down will come Borfl, which will really hurt ♪

[ Horn blows ] [ Gurgling ]

Now, see here!

[ Splat! Shing!]

Well, not only do you look like a chicken, girly,

but you fight like a chicken, too.

Buck, buck, buck, buck-cawk!

Excuse me. I am not trying to fight it, my brain.

It's an endangered species.

Oh, well, that's different because that means

Mother Nature's giving you a clue! Your choice, missy.

You're going to be that Borfl's clown

or kick his furry keister into next Tweesday?

The latter! Sis, you're --

you're answering questions nobody asked again.

[ Laughs evilly]

[ Giggles ]

Aah!

Ptooey. Look, Prohyas,

I appreciate you guys' help and all,

but maybe we should... Oh, no, he didn't!

[ Ka-ching! ]

No, not that drawer!

No!

You know, I'm now having difficulty

not wondering what's in that drawer.

[ Chest rattling ]

Ah-hah!

Vambre, no!

[ Crash! ]

[ Borfl laughs ]

Vambre, Princess Zange and I are gonna take

the pneumatic tube thingies down there.

Remember, that Borfl is endangered,

So don't do anything a-cah-raaaazy!

I'll try to resist the temptation.

Resistance is boring!

You're gonna show that level-one

whatnot who's in charge.

Oops, heads up. Huh?

[ Terrified noises ]

[ Screaming ]

Announcer: Beginner Shield Magisword.

Pbbt! [ Clink! ]

[ Rattle! ]

Is that all you possess?

[ Tea kettle whistling ] Ah, the tea is

finally ready, madam.

Ah-ho-ho!

Four lumps of sugar, Princess.

Sweet monkey, chunky... Bunky.

[ Brain laughs manically ] Announcer:

Ground Pound Magisword.

Electric Razor Magisword. Boulder Magisword!

Jackhammer Magisword! [ Laughing continues ]

[ Screams ]

All right. If we just stay calm and...

[ Laughs maniacally ]

Reginald, if you could just have some chill.

I'm not even asking for all the chill,

just, mm, just some.

That one-woman wrecking crew

is a menace to the royal kitchen.

Perchance it's time I called the authorities.

Rhyboflaven Police, there's a red-haired furball

making a terrible din,

rousing rabble in the castle.

He's destroyed everything but the --

[ Clank! ] This joke is entirely

on the nose,

and I don't appreciate it one bit.

Announcer: Robo Tank Magisword!

Prepare to meet your doom!

It sure does bring certain doom, right?

I -- I -- I like doom.

Rodeo Magisword! [ Snap! ]

I'm not going to let you hurt the terrified little baby.

[ Warble! ]

Impending toaster!

Ugh! Oh, that's enough head trauma for today.

Brain out. Gasp!

[ Screams ]

Aww. Robo Tank turns Andy's toaster

into a teeny, tiny toaster tank.

Gracious! He's toast! Whatever have I done?

Here. Let's tidy you up.

[ Razor buzzing ]

Better? Ah-ah-ah-choo.

[ Barrel clicks ] Robo Tank Toaster:

New ally detailed.

Scanning for potential risk! New target acquired!

Has the toaster gone rogue?

That is no way to talk about

new advances in toaster technology.

Och! Prohyas, you could assist your sister.

That would be ideal. Announcer: Magnet Magisword!

[ Screaming ]

Yes!

No!

Quick, nab him before he

[ Whoosh! ]

vams, like, oose.

Announcer: Instant Wrap and Mummy Magisword!

[ Snap! ]

We're competent!

[ Tube vacuuming ]

[ Whirl! ]

Both: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

The Royal Tube Netw --

Oh, yes, the aforementioned pneumatic tubes.

Kind of redundant to put the word royal

in nearly everything in the castle, ain't it?

[ Tube vacuuming, both straining ]

Hey, guys. Did you catch the Borfl yet?

He went down the tubes, didn't he?

Both: Yep. Ugh!

Weeeeeee!

You know, if I'm not mistaken,

I think these were intended

for folks to go in one at a time.

Oh, dear, Princess Zange,

[ Hair squeaking ]

all that stress is gonna do a number on your hair.

Want me to fix it up?

Autostyle, this is not time for...

a new haircut.

Ding! Autostyle, we have got

some serious styling to do. Ah!

Stop talking. Stop talking.

I mean, hear me out. I think one person...

Stop talking. stop talking. ...could just zip

right through this.

Stop talking! Okay. Three is right out.

Nying! Weee!

[ Screams ]

[ All scream ]

[ Vomiting ]

[ All screaming ]

Pbbt!

[ Zip! Boing! ]

[ Twang! ] Autostyle: Oh! Oh, dear.

Those bangs just won't do.

[ Glass shatters, Borfl screams ]

Well, don't you look like the fairest one of all.

[ Feet squeal ]

Alley-oop, little dude. [ Screams ]

[ Munch! ]

Vambre: Oh, I get it.

The Borfl must've thought Prohyas' beehive

was a Borfl hive.

[ I'll say voice ] [ Chuckles ] That makes perfect sense.

[ Normal voice ] Not only did we catch the Borfl,

but I also got my sick beehive do back.

Och, this look is rubbish on me.

Yeah, sorry about that, Bamburrito.

Hard to aim Autostyle hurtling

through a pneumatic tube, you know?

Let's show the little dude out and get back to spaing A.S.A.P.

This is best plan, isn't that right,

Officer Fordor?

[ Straining ]

Fordor: Ha-ha! Finally got you!

You think I brought extra cuffs?

When I got the call about a red furball causing ruckus,

I didn't expect there to be three of 'em!

Officer, it's me, Princess Zange.

Prohyas: Yeah, you got the wrong guy.

The real culprit is in Zange's hair, right?

[ Ting! ]

[ Gasps ] Girly, you disappoint me!

Oh, who asked you?

All right. In you go.

Your hair is red, too!

[ Cries ]

This was supposed to be a spa day.

[ Cries ] A spaaaa daaaayyy!

[ Sighs ] Who knew Rhyboflaven Correctional Falalalacility

had the best spa in all of Livesheria?

I sure didn't. Finally,

we can rest and relax for...

Uh, how long did you say our sentence was?

Huh? I dunno. Five months, no parole.

Well, I think we all deserve an unintentional vacation.

Five months is a bit much.

Don't worry, guys. After we relax for a bit,

I'll let Foridor know who signs his paychecks.

Prohyas and Vambre: Ooh.

Oh, Princess Zange,

I picked up more of those fancy cucumbers

you suddenly like.

Mwah!

[ Munch! ]

♪♪