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Whoa. Guys.

Did I actually, like, really die back in Fengdong?

'Cause this looks way too good to be true.

If this was my home, I'd do anything to get back here, too.

I wish my grandpa were here to see this.

Nuwa, too.

Nuwa's going to be okay.

Probably.

No, no, no, no, no, no. No, sir.

Not getting stuck in that worried Sam head.

Not when there's so much good stuff happening.

I mean, for one, I'm alive after being dead.

Dead-ish.

Uh, still amazing.

And we're in The Valley of Jade.

Tons of people have spent their lives trying to get here.

And look who made it. A super sheltered goody-goody,

a highly-skilled, brilliant pickpocket and a pint-sized circus escapee.

Huh?

Hey! Hey, it's me!

Stop!

Gizmo? [gasps] Gizmo!

Wow, it's so great to see you! Come on! Come on!

Hey, everyone! Gizmo is back!

Hey, everyone!

- Gizmo! - Yay!

Friends! Brought me home!

Oh...

Calm down, calm down. It's okay!

It's okay, it's okay!

We made it.

We really made it.

You must be the celestial administrator.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Oh, I know who you are.

I assist and open portals for Nuwa, and you are no Nuwa.

In fact, according to your life file,

you're an only child, an excellent speller

and a petty magic hoarder with only one good trick of your own:

stealing magic know-how from others smarter and more talented.

Yet, no matter how much power you collect,

you'll never fill your aching void inside because you were...

Checks notes...

... never hugged as a child.

Not even by your own mother.

There.

Hug yourself.

I'll never open a portal for you.

Why would I ever need your help...

when I'm already a God?

Get him! Get him!

Greene!

Odd-Odd!

Jiangshi!

Huh. Grandpa was right.

He really is an entertainer.

Hey, Giz, after you're done with pretend us,

can real us get our treasure?

Huh?

Come on, Gizmo. I don't want your rock.

I want treasure, you know, to trade for goods and services

like non-stolen food in a non-shack room.

Oh!

What is this?

Jewelry?

No, that's Nuwa's!

And a knife?

Ha! It has everything.

That's Nuwa's knife? From the story?

The clay knife she used to create you?

Oh, so how does it work?

Did she use it to shape a special clay?

Or more like a wand?

What to create?

What to create?

Ooh, I know!

You were thinking of gold, weren't you?

I think about it a lot.

Mm-hm.

So let's put the knife back.

Nuwa used that to make and unmake creatures.

- And non-Gods shouldn't play God. - Yeah!

Gizmo, I'm really sorry about the butterfly,

but I was promised treasure.

- Maybe the real treasure is— - If you say friendship,

so help me. I will—

The rocks are jade?

Sam! Sam! The rocks are jade.

Beautiful, bright, valuable jade.

Oh, it's everywhere!

We're rich! Do you realize what this means?

We can take an airship to anywhere in the world.

I can get new clothes. Oh, oh, thank you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!

But first... Shanghai.

Straight back.

We helped Gizmo.

Now you help me help my parents.

You promised.

Right!

I didn't forget. I said I'd help you bust them out.

And now, I know exactly how we're going to do it.

You didn't know before?

I don't need to know anything ever again, because money beats everything.

Even magic.

We'll buy off Greene's goons, set your parents free.

Aw. I'm going to miss you, too, little guy.

We both are.

But I have to return to my family now.

We have to say goodbye.

No. No bye!

Yes bye...

But maybe we can visit sometime?

Yeah, probably not.

Come here.

Gizmo with Sam.

Gizmo with Elle.

Never bye.

Boo!

Sam. Elle.

Assorted mogwai.

I believe you bow before a God.

What did you do to Nuwa?

Yeah! What did you do?

What I always do when someone has knowledge I want:

I swallowed her and took it.

My plan was to gather all these furry ones,

sell their immortality and procure riches beyond your tiny, poor children dreams.

But as I've been processing Nuwa's alcohol-drenched memories,

I realized this valley may hold more than mogwai.

So it is here.

No way!

- Hello, Gizmo! - No!

Mr. Greene, you better get out of here.

This is the knife of creation.

Nuwa made the mogwai with it.

And now, I'm going to use it to protect them.

Sam Wing, your naivety is infinite,

but its charm is not. Lower the knife.

You have no idea how dangerous it can be in the wrong hands.

You can keep them safe.

I am the right hands.

I know your grandfather told you that, but he was wrong.

No, the knife belongs with someone

who has the mental fortitude to use it correctly.

It's a deceptively simple tool.

One needs only to think of something with perfect focus.

And then, poof! Creation.

But perfect focus means no stray thoughts.

No fear, no self-doubt.

Are you sure of yourself, Sam?

I've searched through all your grandfather's memories,

and he does not remember you as a very confident boy,

and I'm sure they don't either.

- Sam! - Sam!

Dad? Mom? What are they—

Creation magic gone wrong can go very wrong.

For example, let's say you want to make wings for your mother so she doesn't fall and die.

But you're also hungry. When is the last time you ate?

Wouldn't a hot steamer of bao taste good?

And now you're thinking about wings, and your mother and bao.

Delicious bao. And you use the knife.

Poof! Your mom's wings flap around,

and so does her giant bao head.

He's lying, Sam! Don't listen.

You can do it!

Use it now!

I can't... I...

Yes...

Behold, the knife of creation!

It once belonged to a God, and now it belongs to me.

Also a God!

Only one thing remains

for my ascension to be complete.

A taste of eternal life.

Mine!

No!

No! Stop, stop, stop! Stop it! Stop!

Yes. Yes!

I... I feel it!

I am immortal!

No!

No!

Brothers and sisters.

Lord Greene has entrusted us

to round up our furry brethren for his grand plans.

So, please, don't hurt them too noticeably.

Appearances matter.

Hm.

What can this knife do for me?

I already ate a mogwai, but I am still peckish.

Not bad, but I want a meal elegant enough for me.

No, no. Undo, undo.

That's enough practice for today,

my divine blade.

Now, let's make sure you know your master.

Hm...

What happened?

Where's my mom and dad?

Where's Gizmo?

Look for yourself.

- Wha... what do we do? - We?

You had the knife.

He was right there.

If you could have at least tried,

we could be dealing with a gold statue right now instead of this.

I didn't know what to do.

You shoot the knife!

It's not that simple.

What if I used the knife and everything went wrong?

You would have felt the same.

I would have used the knife without a second thought,

and you know it.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Hey, ugly mogwai.

Can someone please come knock me out?

Anything, so I don't have to hear these lame apologies?

Shush!

Another big talker?

Come on! You know what?

Why not just skip to the end and just kill me?

Oh, Elle. I am a God now.

I'm not going to kill you when you don't matter at all.

It would seem petty.

No, I came up here for Sam Wing.

I have a present for him.

I don't want anything from you.

Hm. Yes, you do.

I believe in giving credit where credit is due.

And you led me here.

I could not have achieved my one true destiny without you

and your parental leverage.

So, thank you.

Oh, Sam!

Now, goodbye. Forever.

Mom. Dad. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything.

I never should have left Shanghai.

I never should have gone to the circus.

I never...

Greene was right. I led them all here.

And when it mattered, I froze.

Sweetheart, don't punish yourself.

We're together now.

Yeah, right.

Gonna die together.

Just because you're no longer with Greene, doesn't mean we suddenly like you.

Mom, stop!

Elle saved my life.

We've got to go down there and help save Gizmo.

Hey. Hey, you guys!

That guy's cheating.

And your plan is?

To not do nothing.

Stay low, behind me.

Deal, done.

You know, it's funny how Godhood alters one's perspective.

Like my original plans for these mogwai seem adorably small,

now that I have the knife of creation.

So consider our deal... changed.

Deal!

As Miss Claw's liaison, sir,

she would like the ship now.

- Quite understandable— - Yes, yes, I remember the deal.

But circumstances have changed. The ship is irrelevant.

I am going to open a portal straight to Shanghai

and your kind running free and wreaking havoc in my brave new world,

that's not going to work.

This is where you shall stay. In your ancestral home.

Where mogwai belong.

By your blank stare,

I assume you understand.

Mm-hm.

Very good.

Now, if you will excuse me.

I don't want to be late for my portal to Shanghai.

Ah, new plan.

Finally, Shanghai.

Then, the world.

♪ For he's A jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's A jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's A jolly good fellow ♪

Oh, my God. This is insane.

It is. But also... kind of moving.

This isn't like them.

Something is wrong.

♪ Fellow ♪

♪ Which nobody can deny! ♪

Mm-hm.

Aw...

Isn't a hug what you always wanted?

Allow yourself to accept love, sir.

You idiots!

You can't defeat me with pure force.

I'm the apex of power and intellect.

I thought of everything and more

than you puny numbskulls can ever imagine!

I even enchanted my knife,

so that if anyone tried to steal it,

it would magnetize to my hand!

No one can take it from me.

Now what?

Why are you smiling?

Oh, my!

That was my magic hand.

My...

My right hand may have held more power,

but my left can still summon enough to—

No hand!

Gizmo!

Now, Gizmo. I imagine you're a bit stressed right now.

After all, the clay knife of creation demands perfect concentration.

And like any true mogwai, our glorious

monstress-in-chief, Lady Claw,

is remarkably single minded.

Always focused on one thing...

- Fun! - Fun.

Fun, fun, fun, fun!

I know it feels like she's only doing this to spite you,

but she's also doing this to break you.

Elle! What are you doing?

Our family is quite dysfunctional,

eh, my brother/father?

Shanghai!

Go!

No!

No!

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