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Prepare to anchor! Hurry, you lame mutts!

Captain on deck!

Hello there! Dragon! Come down and show yourself!

What do you want?

Where's Ms. grindtooth?

The captain of the wild 13 demands her presence.

Ms. grindtooth has been vanquishhhed.

Who dared to do that? Two engine drivers.

They sneaked into dragon city like thieves.

Two engine drivers...

One day, our paths will cross.

Then you will curse the day that you were born.

For we are the wild 13!

Jim button and the wild 13

In morrowland,

our island with the two mountains, two houses,

one train station and the castle,

the weather was usually fine.

But of course there were also rainy days.

But that doesn't mean it was a gloomy rain,

like we have sometimes.

No, nothing of the sort!

In morrowland, even the bad weather wasn't really bad,

it was happy and giddy.

It was like a symphony of raindrops.

The raindrops splished and splashed

and pitter-pattered merrily on the windowsills,

the rain gutters gurgled and chattered,

and water gushed into the puddles

as if an excited crowd were clapping their hands.

And on exactly such a rainy day, our story begins this time.

You like that, right?

Look, Jim.

The bridge to new-morrowland,

made of iron, stable enough to carry Molly and Emma.

Luke? Molly's up for a real adventure, don't you think?

You can't just go looking for an adventure.

It has to find you, see?

We'll have adventure again soon. Just you wait.

It's getting unpleasant out here. You go on ahead while I clean up!

Okay.

What nasty weather. The fog is getting thicker.

So, can lgeta nice cup of hot tea

with a big shot of rum in it? Sure, Luke.

Who wants a piece of fresh cake? Me!

Two ships. I win!

That's what you think!

Four ships and one pirate!

Are you letting me win on purpose?

I wish. But you keep winning, no matter what I do.

It's easier to fight a city full of dragons.

Speaking of that, your highness...

Luke! You are not to call me that.

Li si. I wanted to ask: How's that dragon, Ms. grindtooth, doing?

She's still sound asleep. Her transformation is nearly complete.

From head to tail, she gleams like pure gold.

I can't believe she was once an evil dragon.

Papa has her guarded night and day.

He has ordered to be notified at once when she awakens.

Then she will be a golden dragon of wisdom who can answer any question.

Do you know what you want to ask her, Jim?

Maybe it's ok we don't know the answer to all the world's questions.

Help! Help!

Good gracious! What's happened? Join us, Mr. sleeve.

Help!

Holy grease guns...

Help me. - Not again!

Here! Take my hand.

Oh, your majesty!

Heavens to Betsy! Ms. whaat,

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