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: Somewhere in the Dinosaur Kingdom!

A-roar.

[ Giggling ]

Put that back! It was Uncle Louis-s-s'.

Give it back

or I'ma chomp you into next tweezday.

Nyeh, nyeh, nyeh, nyeh, and so on.

Phew. Say, Prohyas,

all this running around is terrific cardio.

But Omnibus is eagerly awaiting this dino bone

to add to his collection.

Uuuuuh. You're right, sis.

I guess we can enjoy running for our lives

another day. Nying!

Sorry, Rexxy baby,

but we gotta channel our inner banana

and a-split.

[ Splat! Splat! Splat! ]

Fruit skin?! [ Screams ]

No-good, stinkin' Warriors-s-s-s-s-!

[ Crash! ]

-S'pose he's insured? -He's the king. He'll be fine.

I'm just pleased he's finally out of our sight.

[ Chomp! ]

And I'm pleased to have youse in my tum-tum

where you can't bother nobody. Heh-heh-heh.

Announcer: Frog Missile Magisword!

-Feast on frog! -Feast on frog!

Byugh! [ Belches ]

Ha! Overkill, but fun.

[ Groans ]

Ribbit. My guts-s-s-s!

Oh! Ugh.

Oh, dear! Did we ruin a dino-sour?

Dang ol' humans-s!

You gave me... [ Belches ]

...indigestions-s-s-s-s-s.

Not the urpies!

I can't stand seeing any living person, animal,

or plant with a bad case of the urpie-durps!

[ Cutesy voice ] Mama Prohyas will tend

to your sick stomach.

Announcer: Muscly Arm Magisword!

Ohhhhhhh...

There ya go, tiger. Let it all out.

Prohyas, he's an urpy adult,

not a urpy baby.

Announcer: Dairy Product Magisword!

[ Slurps, belches ]

I appreciate the sentiments,

but I'm lactose and generally intolerant.

What I needs is some dino antacids-s-s-s.

Well, we don't have an antacid Magisword...yet.

So we're not of any help.

Buuuut, I know who can help.

Think. Who do we know who makes potions?

Ehhh...

Ehhh...

Is it Grup?

Oh no. You can't mean...

Witchy!

Sim-- Ohh-ho-ho-ho!

Odds bodkins.

Did we, uh, reach you at a bad time, ducky?

Hnngghh!

I wasn't exactly expectin' guests

at this early hour.

Vambre: It's 3:00 in the afternoon, dear.

What?

Let me get that for ya, Prohyas.

Oooh!

Inter-locking broccoli blocks for children.

Why, I remember when --

[ Clank! ]

Ahhhh!

How even did your floor

become simultaneously soggy and crunchy?

Om nom nom nom nom nom nom!

[ Splat! ]

What can I do for my two bestest chummeroonies?

Well, Witchy, our dear-dear frenemy

King Rexxtopher requires a dinosaur-specific antacid

for his stomach... -Hey, Mascott.

Who likes to get booped on the snoot?

[ Shing! ]

Why you gotta do me like that, Mascott?

Toil, toil, brew, and bubble.

Take care of ol' Rexxtopher's tummy trouble.

[ Slurp! ]

Dat ain't gonna fix no tummy.

It needs toadstool.

-Ribbit. -Poifect!

Toadstool, frog's butt, tomato, potato.

[ Groans ]

Badabing!

One dino tummy fixer from Witchy Simone, M.D.

Eh, is it meant to be vibrating unnervingly?

Not sure. Oh!

I think I gotta shake the shakes out of it, ya know?

A-shake-a-shake-a-shake- a-shake-a-shake-a-shake!

[ Gurgles ]

[ Vambre's voice ] Ribbit.

[ Sucks in air ]

-[ Meowing ] -Oh, hey, Simone.

Say, did I hear an explosion of some sort?

Ohhh!

Rib...? Frog Vaaaaaaaambre,

are you okay?!

Ribbit.

Nnnnnnooooooooooo!

My sister's doomed to a froggy fate!

[ Sobs and wails ] Frog!

Prohyas: [ Wailing ] No!

Look at her little head.

It's like the size of a hand.

So little. How come?

She's supposed to be my big sister,

but she's a little froggy!

[ Video game beeping ] How could this be?!

This is...no!

Get it together, Pro-cryus.

Da waterworks ain't de-froggin' your sister.

Let's just take Vambre

and put her somewhere safe...

Move it, Mascott! -Rowrrrr!

...and then simply follow this de-frogifying recipe.

So the first ingredient we need is...

Mugroot! Oh.

I think I still have a sample pack

in the cupboard. -Ribbit!

Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit!

Aww, gee whiz.

I rarely ever have good ingredients,

and when I do, I can't find 'em.

There's gotta be a good substitute somewheres.

Oh! Here's something just as good

from my early witchin' days.

Sippy cup root. -D'awww! Wait.

Are you sure using substitutions is saaaafe?

Prohyas, bubby.

I use substitutions all the time.

What's the worst that could --

[ Nursery music plays ]

Ech. -[ Cries ]

For the mugroot we should be looking, maybe, baby?

Witchy: Nope! We're movin' on.

-Uh, okay. -Ribbit! Ribbit!

Less lookin', more cookin'.

Next ingredient. -Huh. Oof.

Hmph. -Mreooowwwrrrr!

[ Zip! ]

[ Hop! Hop! Hop!

Rowr! Oof.

Reowwrr! [ Thunk! Thunk! ]

[ Thunk! ] Reowwrr!

-Pbht! -All right,

the second thing we need is wolfsbaaaaaaane?

♪♪

♪ It's Wolf-off! It's Wolf-off! ♪

♪ When you'd rather not have wolves ♪

Ribbit! Ribbit-ribbit! Ribbit-ribbit!

[ Ding! ]

Announcer: Looky-here Magisword!

[ Rattle! Splat! ]

-Rib-och. -I ain't got no wolfsbane.

Well, I'm not sure what wolfsbane is,

but I can make a plushy wolf.

Announcer: Stuffed animal Magisword!

Ughhh!

[ Zap! ]

D'awwwww!

Who's a little ingredient?

[ Splat! ]

[ Poof! ] Well.

Hey, will Vambre be safe in all this potion commotion?

Don't be such a silly-billy.

She's safe and sound in the cat tree.

Ribbit.

[ Rumbling ]

All: Oooohhh!

Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit!

Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit! Hrrrggghhh!

All right, next thing we need is toadstool.

Ah-ah-choo!

-Ooooo! -Signs of life.

[ Thud! ]

Witchy: Good thing there was a clearance on frog's butt.

Second time's the charm, or whatever.

Now, Prohyas,

this concoction is especially explodie.

You gots to be careful, ca-peach?

Now, can youse reach the toppest-most shelf?

Caaaaarefully? -I'm on it!

[ Pitter! Pitter! ]

Huh-hnnnnggggh!

Announcer: Muscly arm Magisword!

[ Sucks in air ]

Ha-ha!

[ Buzzing ]

[ Slurp! ]

[ Slap! ]

Ech! Blech! Ugh! [ Slap! ]

Whoa! I'm just so capab--

Whoa, whoa-whoa! Oof!

[ Splat! ]

[ Thundering footsteps ]

[ Deep voice ] Well, uhhh,

guess we gotta try something else, ya know?

Ehhhhhh!

Buzz, buzz, little froggy.

[ Whirl! ]

[ Splat! Ding! ]

Steady...steady...

Uh, Simone?

While I know your brew container

can handle splodies,

I'm concerned for my wee froggo sister...

and my us.

[ Fizzle! ] Hmmm...

Announcer: Brick and pillow Magiswords!

Safety zap!

[ Explosion ]

[ Thud! ] I'll be flat.

[ Fizzle! ]

Ahhhhhh! [ Cries ]

It's useless!

I can't turn Vambre back into a people

with all my cheapo substitutions.

[ Cries ]

My sister's still a frog,

and, apparently, I'm bad at helping.

At least you can find stuff,

'cause your floor ain't made of cereal

and interlocking broccoli blocks

for interlocking babies.

If only good ol' responsible Vambre

could tell us what to do.

-Rib-bit! -[ Sobs ]

Hng-unng-smmm!

Announcer: Flyswatter Magisword!

Dang ol' flies, thinkin' they own the place.

[ Zip! ]

[ Boing! Boing! ]

[ Smack! ]

[ Shing! ]

Hot dog! The wolfsbane!

♪ It's Wolf-off! It's Wolf-off! ♪

♪ When you'd rather not have wolves ♪

Ya-ta!

Maybe the rest of the ingredients

are hiding, too?

[ Snores ] Me-me-me-me-me-me-me.

-Pbbbbht! -Me-me-me -- Reowr!

[ Z-z-zip! ]

Hyugh! Oof!

[ Conk! ]

Reooooowr! Reowr!

[ Hisses ] Reowr!

I found these toadstools under your couch.

Stinkin' great! Now all that's left is mug...root?

[ Squeaking ]

Heh-heh-heh. Squeaky sounds.

[ Squeaking continues ]

Bada-bing!

Good job, frog sis!

Now we can change you back to human Vambre, the person.

And we couldn't have done it without your sleuthing skills.

[ Deep voice ] Ribbit.

[ Laughs ] But, seriously,

we gotta un-frog you something quick.

[ Bang! ]

-Uhhh... -Vaaaaambre?

[ Screams ]

[ Snarls ]

[ Howls ]

[ Screeches ]

[ Snarls ]

Ding!

All: Yay! Yay.

Now that I'm back to my elegant,

non-frog self,

there is but one thing left to do.

Ohhhhhh...

-Deliver the bone to Omnibus! -Deliver the bone to Omnibus!

King Rexx: Dang it!

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