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! Blorp!

♪♪

Everyone...

it's time to play Who's Gonna Walk Through Our Front Door!

What's the over-under on Mysterious Hooded Woman?

Either over my bubble bath or under my bed.

Ooh! Creepy. I'll bet her,

even though neither of those is our front door.

I shall wage Princess Zange.

And I'll pick Old Man Oldman.

All we need to do is wait.

[ Drumroll ]

[ Coughs ] Excuse me.

[ Drumroll ]

Prohyas and Vambre.

[ Mimics with clucking ]

-Professor Cyrus? -Professor Cyrus?

Was he even on the board?

[ Murmuring ]

Yep! And who picked him? ZP?

You win all the pumpkins, duder!

Oh!

Ohh!

[ Chomping ]

How may we assist you, our former teacher?

An astute question. To find our answer,

we'll consult the horseshoe of learning.

[ Both sigh ] Pay attention, class!

-We're not in class. -Here we see a chic-kicken,

which harkens from the summit of Mount Chic-Kicken

in the deepest, darkest woods.

It is imperative that Frank Paul gets there today

to molt during their annual molting dance.

Ooh, ooh! Can't a chicken molt anywhere?

Frank Paul is no mere chicken.

While a common chicken can molt anywhere,

a chic-kicken must molt

along with its flock on the mountaintop.

Otherwise, all their remaining feathers

will turn inside out!

And that would not be comfortable for either of us.

[ Gasps ] Gracious.

Can we move this along?

I have parent-teacher conferences today,

so I want to hire you to take Frank Paul

to the top of Mount Chic-Kicken to molt.

-How about it? -We will do it

for our love of the "aminals"!

♪♪

Hunky dory. Here you go.

Eee!

[ Clucking ]

Eh? Ah-ah-choo!

Och.

-Skidoop. -[ Clucking, snoring ]

Yep, terrain's too rough for hoverswords.

We'll have to take it on foot.

Well, we could -- [ Sneezes ]

[ Groans ]

Announcer: Handkerchief Grenade Magisword!

[ Blows nose ]

[ Explosion ]

[ Clucks ]

Uh, hey, Sis. Let me take him off your hands for a while.

Now, let's --

[ Chuckles ]

[ Clucks ]

[ Growls ]

[ Grunting ]

Mr. Paul, I am clearly allergic to you.

-Bawk! -If you could simply sit on --

-Ba-gawk! -Look, I'm just going to --

[ Clucking ]

[ Vambre arguing indistinctly ]

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[ Shatter! ]

[ Sniffs, retches ]

[ Frank clucking ]

Why can't you just ride on Prohyas?

Why must you -- Look, ducky. I cannot understand you.

[ Clucking ]

-[ Arguing indistinctly ] -[ Laughs evilly ]

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I don't believe I've ever heard

such a disagreeable bird in all my life!

-[ Clucking ] -And I've met several birds,

let me tell you.

-Oh, yes. That is it! -[ Sniffing ]

-[ Shouting indistinctly ] -What smells like hungry fox

at this time of year?

[ Shouting indistinctly ]

Fox!!

Announcer: Basketball Magisword!

♪♪

Vambre, a fox is trying to eat...Frank Paul and --

and you aren't -- you aren't -- you aren't paying attention.

No, it's fine. It's fine. I got this.

Announcer: Gummy Sticky Hand Magisword!

[ Clucking ]

I mean every word I'm saying!

♪♪

Aah! Fox on my face!

♪♪

Bawka-bawk.

Bawk, bawka-bawk, bawk, bawka.

♪♪

Announcer: One Big Hole Magisword!

[ Screaming ]

[ Whistle! ]

[ Thud ]

No.

[ Fox howls, grumbles ]

Ugh! Look, guys.

I'm gonna need you two to get along

if we're gonna get through this.

What a smashing idea.

I don't know why I didn't think of it.

Huh? Aah...

[ Explosion, birds cawing ]

[ Screams ]

[ Vambre coughs ]

I've had it up to histamines!

Announcer: Flipmode Magisword!

[ Clucking ]

Let us try the magi-portion of the sword.

-Och! -Bawk!

Vambre, please. If I had a critter on my noggin,

we'd be fine.

[ Speaks backwards ]

-Roar! -Bear!

That's it. The bawk stops here!

[ Clucking ]

Those are fighting words,

one would assume!

[ Clucking ]

Announcer: Hook Magisword! Belatedly!

Beehive Magisword! Right on time!

Why snack on a tiny chic-kicken

when you could have an endless feast of...honey?

-[ Roars ] -[ Screams ]

A pox on you!

[ Sneezes ]

[ Bear growling, Prohyas screaming ]

[ Thud ]

-[ Clucking ] -No, you be quiet.

Be quiet, you!

[ Thud ]

[ Both scream ]

[ Smacks lips, sighs ]

-Sasquatch! -Huh?

[ Both scream ]

[ Chuckling ]

Ohh! Glargh.

I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner.

I can make you vacate my headquarters for good.

Announcer: Permanent Vacation Magisword!

So long, meat puppet!

I'm off to the Lyvsherian Dells!

[ Murmuring indistinctly ]

Announcer: Acorn Arsenal Magisword!

Vambre, could you just --

[ Continues mumbling indistinctly ]

[ Clucks ]

Announcer: Slime Magisword!

Gummy Sticky Hand Magisword!

[ Sasquatch groans ]

Announcer: Uh, r-really?

Is that what he said? [ Paper rustling ]

All right. If you say so.

[ Sighs ]

I didn't like the look of those goats.

Nah, forget the whole thing.

-You're still here?! -[ Clucking ]

What do you want from me, chicken?!

Hey, Vambre. [ Vambre arguing indistinctly ]

Hey, Vambre.

Stuff a muffin in your talk mouths!!

-[ Sneezes ] -Here, I've been fending off

all these chop-licking chic-kicken chompers.

And what have you been doing? Hmm?!

Nothing but bickering and ba-cawking!

You're not even trying to get along.

Neither of you have lifted finger

nor feather this whole time!

My bone spurs can't take it no more!

Whether you work together or not,

you two can finish your journey on your own,

'cause I'm done-ion rings with honey mustard, baby!

[ Pitter! ]

[ Creatures growl ]

♪♪

This could have been avoided if you had just sat on his head.

[ Frank clucking ]

No, it's true! You could have sat on his head

and avoided all this!

♪♪

-[ Clucks ] -[ Roars ]

Prohyas: Foxbearsquatch!

Pro...hyas?

-Hmm. -[ Clucking ]

[ Roaring ]

Eee!

Announcer: Pillow Magisword!

Bawk.

You threw off my equilibrium.

I can't do any more fighting moves unless we...

work together.

Prohyas had a point there, didn't he?

♪♪

Oh, where could Prohyas have gone?

Did he really ditch us?

He and I are supposed to always work together --

which is exactly what I wasn't doing.

Well, if we're truly on our own, Frank Paul,

we might as well give cooperation a go.

If we conquer this beastie

and make it up to the top of the mountain,

I owe you a fried worm!

Oh!

Announcer: Springtime Magisword!

♪♪

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Anvil Magisword!

♪♪

Mummy Magisword!

♪♪

Double Face Magisword!

♪♪

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Frank Paul, we made it!

What a great wee partner you were, old boy. Simply smashing.

And there they are, your chic-kicken kin!

Oh, now I get it.

-You found me! -What?

Prohyas, where have you been?

I should explain through the ancient ninja art

of song and dance.

♪ Feel free to dance, birds, to this song ♪

♪ 'Bout how, despite all things gone wrong ♪

♪ I had faith that you'd get along ♪

♪ With this here chic-kicken ♪

♪ With Magisword of Ninjappearance ♪

♪ I had subtle interference ♪

♪ But your teamwork allowed your clearance ♪

♪ Up to Mount Chic-Kicken ♪

♪ I'm proud of you, sis, and Frank Paul ♪

♪ For stepping up when I went AWOL ♪

♪ Teamwork is the best treasure of all ♪

-♪ Here in Mount ♪ -[ Sneezes ]

♪ Chic-kicken ♪

[ Sneezing ]

Ooh, I eated too many "punkins."

I think I'm gonna have to revoke your garden privileges

-for a little while. -No!

I'm back!

My bird best not be a pincushion, young 'uns.

[ Chuckles ] No, he's balder than the day he was born.

But, uh, I don't think he's ready to leave yet.

♪ I could continuously gush ♪

♪ 'Bout how we saved each other's tush ♪

♪ So I'll cook up some fried worm mush ♪

♪ For my fave chic-kicken ♪

[ Clucking imitates singing ]

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