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We are the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks

We're the spirits from the forest moon

We're the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks

We're the spirits from the forest moon

We are brave, we are bold Like our storytellers told

That we're strong and we will fight And we'll stand up for our rights

We're the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks

We're the spirits from the forest moon

We are the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks

We're the spirits from the forest moon

Yes, we're home on the ground And on highways in the trees

When we want to fly high We just sail out on the breeze

We are the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks

Yeah, we're one big happy family

We are the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks

One big happy, happy family

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Nice day for gathering glum fruit you said.

Bah!

Uh, Weech, how'd I know it was gonna rain?

WEECHEE: Uh, it's really coming down now. We better find shelter.

Over here, you guys.

Hmm. I don't know.

It looks, kind of,

(NERVOUSLY) spooky.

-(THUNDERCLAP) -(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING)

(GASPS)

Willy, you lurdo.

That's only a skull.

Arandee, look in here.

What is this place?

I don't know, but at least it's dry.

(SNEEZES)

Ugh. And dusty, too.

Hey, there's writing on this slab.

What's it say, Wicket?

Something about a great battle

fought long ago between Ewoks and Duloks.

And the battle was won, thanks to the bravery

and cleverness of Erpham Warrick.

Warrick? Was he a relative of ours?

KAINK: Your great-grandfather, to be exact.

(ALL GASPS)

Mrs. Kaink, what are you doing here?

Looking for a dry spot, the same of you.

This old battle wagon is good for that, at least.

So that's what this is.

Many hundreds of seasons ago,

there was a great war between Ewoks and Duloks.

-The Duloks had come to destroy that... -(DULOKS CHANTING)

which is most precious to our tribe, our soul trees.

But Erpham Warrick devised this machine

-which led the Ewoks to victory. -(BLOWING HORN)

The soul trees were saved, and the Duloks were driven

-into the swamps. -WICKET: Ee Chee Wa Wa.

And it was our ancestor who did it.

Huh? Where did she go?

It is an old tale

remembered by few except me,

the village legends keeper.

Come on, you guys. The storm's over,

and I want to get a better look at this thing.

Let's fix it up.

What? That old wreck?

Not likely. Let's go, Willy.

All right, Dulok brains.

I'll just have to do it without you.

But I know my friends will want to help me.

(BLOWING HORN)

Forward, Ewoks. The enemy is near.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(GRUNTING)

Keep your eyes open, drummer.

Acha, Chief Paploo.

They're attacking.

-(SCREAMS) -Whoa!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

-Hey! (SPEAKING EWOKESE) -(ALL LAUGHING)

Stop it, you guys.

(SPEAKING EWOKESE)

I leave you guys alone for a few minutes,

and right away you start breaking things.

Take it easy, Wicket.

This cart isn't in such great shape to start with.

Oh.

Yeah, but I'm trying to rebuild it.

You guys said you would help me.

Okay. What do we have to do?

Mrs. Kaink had my great-grandfather's old plans?

It should be easy to rebuild the wagon by following them.

Now, with a bit of hard work and--

FEMALE EWOK: So this is the great battle wagon.

Hi. We thought you might be hungry. So we brought a snack.

(SPEAKING EWOKESE)

Working all day sure builds up an appetite.

What about the wagon?

Give a holler when it's done.

We'll be the first to ride on it.

BOTH: Yeah!

I'll help you, Wicket. We don't need them.

You're right, Malani. We can do it ourselves.

DULOK: Very interesting.

Very interesting indeed.

KING GORNEESH: Hmm.

A battle wagon, you say?

Yes, sire.

Now, why would one of those Ewok brats want to build something like that?

-Breathe! -(BREATHING HEAVILY)

-They're up to something. -(GURGLING)

Shaman!

-Shaman! -(SNORING) Huh? (SIGHS)

-(GASPING) -Get in here right now!

(YELPS) Oh-oh!

Yes, sire, coming.

Coming right away.

(SCREAMS)

(KING GORNEESH GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

-(GRUNTING) -(CLEARS THROAT)

Shaman!

-Get out of here, and don't come back... -(SCREAMS)

until you've found out about that battle wagon!

(SCREAMING)

What are you in such a hurry for?

(GRUNTS) His awfulness wants me to find out

about some silly thing the Ewoks are building.

Why not just ask the oracle?

Ugh! I hate talking to the oracle.

I'll go with you.

I've never seen the oracle before.

No one's ever seen Murgoob the Cranky.

(YELPS)

(GROANING)

-Oh, great and powerful-- -MURGOOB: Step down and go away.

Oh, come on, Uncle Murgoob. It's me.

Is that little Umwak?

Little Umwak? (LAUGHS)

Please, Uncle.

I'm the Dulok shaman now.

MURGOOB: You made shaman?

(CHUCKLES) That's right.

(LAUGHS)

-Who'd have believed it? -SHAMAN: Oh!

Uncle Murgoob, we need your advice

on this battle wagon the Ewoks are building.

Battle wagon?

Oh, no!

(NERVOUSLY) Where will I hide?

Uh, you are hiding.

You'd hide too if you'd seen that devilish contraption up close!

We Duloks were all set to take over the forest

when they brought out that cursed wagon

and knocked us clear back into the swamps.

How I'd love to get my hands on that thing.

I'd teach those Ewoks a lesson.

(CHUCKLES) Suppose we could get our hands on it.

Then the Duloks would rule the forest...

forever!

(ALL LAUGHING)

-MALANI: Whoa, Baga! Whoa! -Phew.

Hi, Wicket. We're here to help.

I can always count on you guys.

(SPEAKING EWOKESE)

(THUDS)

MALANI: Whoa!

(BOTH LAUGH)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH LAUGH)

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

SHAMAN: There's three of them, and three of us.

Why not just go over and...

Not now, roothead.

At least not until they've finished fixing the wagon.

SHAMAN: Of course. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Bye, Wicket. See you back at the village.

Bye, Malani, and thanks.

After all these weeks, it's finally finished.

Whoops. Whoa, Baga!

Won't Willy and Weechee be surprised? (CHUCKLES)

(YAWNS)

Wouldn't Great-grandfather be proud of me?

(SNORES)

KING GORNEESH: All right, Duloks, let's move it out!

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

(DULOKS GRUNTING)

Duloks!

Ewoks?

Grab him!

Get him!

(GRUNTING)

Aah!

(KING GORNEESH LAUGHS)

No, you can't take that!

Come back! Come back!

(SPEAKING EWOKESE)

Wicket, what's the matter?

It's the Duloks. They stole the battle wagon.

-(SIGHS) -(GIGGLES)

Battle wagon? (CHUCKLES) That old thing?

But Chief Chirpa, we rebuilt it.

You and your brothers?

Well, uh, no.

Actually, it was Malani and Baga and me.

(ALL LAUGHS)

I'm sorry you lost your wagon, Wicket,

but I don't think the Duloks are smart enough

to figure out how it works.

All right, everyone, back to your huts.

But...

Oh, poor Wicket.

I know how hard you worked on that wagon.

SHAMAN: We've got the machine!

DULOKS: Yeah!

We've got the muscle!

Whoa!

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) And soon the Ewoks will be just furry little memories.

DULOKS: Yeah!

Duloks, forward!

DULOKS: Yeah!

(ALL LAUGHING)

KING GORNEESH: Whoa!

(GRUNTING)

Stop!

(SCREAMS)

Wicket W. Warrick.

When you blow it, you blow it big.

Hey, this must be Great-grandfather soul tree.

Sure is tall.

Goopa, Great-grandfather.

It's me, Wicket.

I found your old battle wagon, and I tried to fix it up.

But the only ones interested were the Duloks.

Everybody laughed at me.

I really made a mess of things.

-I'm sorry. I'm such a lurdo. -(WIND BLOWING)

ERPHAM: Shame on you, Wicket.

I know. I never should have...

Huh?

You... You should never apologize for trying hard.

-(SHIVERS) -Look at me.

You... You think it was easy for me to build that wagon

with all those Ewoks gawking and laughing.

They laughed at you?

Sure did.

But that old battle wagon sure came in handy

when them Duloks started making trouble.

Point is,

you shouldn't quit once you put your mind to something.

You're right, Great-grandfather.

I can't quit now.

-Go get 'em, son. -I will, Great-grandfather,

and thanks.

SHAMAN: Well, Uncle Murgoob,

we've got the battle wagon,

and we're almost ready to smash those Ewoks.

Listen! The real way to harm an Ewok

-is through his soul tree. -(GASPS)

Once you destroy an Ewok's soul tree,

you destroy his will to live. (LAUGHS)

(SHAMAN LAUGHS)

Brilliant, Uncle Murgoob.

Come with us.

After all, you haven't been out in 600 seasons.

MURGOOB: Get out of here, and let me sleep!

I've got to stop them somehow.

(GRUNTS)

Hasn't been out in 600 seasons, huh?

(YELLS)

I think it's time old Murgoob stretched his legs a bit.

(GIGGLES)

(DULOKS GRUNTING)

Ow! Watch it, fool.

WICKET: Is that any way to load a wagon?

Pull your heads out of the swamp, you bloops.

-(SCREAMS) -Who's the old fungus?

(STUTTERS) Murgoob?

So, this is the great old battle wagon, eh?

Hmm.

Well, what are you standing around for?

-(GRUNTS) -You want to go stomp some Ewoks or not?

DULOKS: Yeah! Stomp Ewoks!

Are you coming, Murgoob?

How do I know this contraption will work?

(SCOFFS) Go on, pick out a target.

A target?

Aha!

Okay.

Turn that wagon a bit to the left.

Now back a bit.

Okay.

Perfect.

Forward!

DULOKS: Yeah!

(LAUGHS)

This'll show old Murgoob.

(GASPS)

Stop this thing!

Stop!

What a bunch of lurdos.

I've got to warn the village.

MURGOOB: What's all of noise about?

Yikes!

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Uh, Goopa, Murgoob. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

DULOKS: ...stomp 'em, smash 'em!

Get them, stomp them, smash them!

Get them, stomp them, smash them!

Get them, stomp them, smash them!

There's got to be a way out of here.

If I could just get my hands on that support peg.

DULOK: Ewoks ahead!

Oh-oh.

I see them.

KING GORNEESH: We're going to a picnic.

Danvay, Kneesaa, Latara! Look out!

Ramming Speed!

(ALL GRUNTING)

-Look! -(ALL GASPS)

FEMALE EWOK: It's Wicket's battle wagon.

-Run! -LATARA: Whoa!

-(KING GORNEESH LAUGHS) -Run, Kneesaa! Warn the elders!

They've got Wicket.

The Duloks are going to ram down the soul trees!

Oh, no!

KING GORNEESH: Duloks, forward!

DULOKS: Yeah!

ALL: Get them, stomp them, smash them!

Get them, stomp them, smash them!

Get them, stomp them, smash them!

Greetings, cousins.

I hope you don't mind us borrowing your wagon.

Dandy little machine.

We just thought we'd come and test it out

by smashing your soul trees to bits!

I warn you, Dulok,

stand down from that wagon,

and release the little one you're holding.

We'll fight to the last Ewok to save our soul trees.

(SHOUTING IN EWOKESE)

Well, that shouldn't take too long.

-(BOTH LAUGH) -Duloks!

(SHOUTING IN EWOKESE)

Ramming Speed!

(DULOKS GRUNTING)

Whoa!

DULOKS: Get them, stomp them, smash them!

(DULOKS SHOUTING)

Ee Chee Wa Wa.

DULOKS: Stomp the Ewoks!

-(EWOKS SCREAMING) -(CHUCKLES)

Look at 'em run. Wheel it around!

All of a sudden I'm sorry I laughed at Wicket.

(ALL GRUNTING)

Look out!

Whoa!

Whoa!

The battle wagon.

Malani, run! Get out of here!

(GASPS) Wicket! Those dirty Duloks can't do that to my Wicket.

(YELLS)

Malani, come back!

Sire, attacker coming in.

Huh?

(KING GORNEESH CHUCKLES)

Hold your fire. (CHUCKLES)

He's harmless.

Head for the soul trees!

(DULOKS SHOUTING)

Baga, get out of here!

Hi, Wicket.

Malani, no!

(GRUNTS) Hi, sweety.

Be careful, you crazy kid.

(GRUNTS)

Malani, you'll never be able to... Look out!

(DULOK YELLING)

-Huh? -(YELLS)

(BOTH GRUNTS)

(DULOKS GRUNTING)

MALANI: Oh-oh.

Come on, come on.

Um, Malani, grab that lever.

Pull!

(DULOKS SCREAMS)

-You again? -Yeah.

Oh, no!

(SCREAMING)

What's going on down there?

-Goopa, lurdos. -Having a nice ride?

-(SCREAMS) -Get them!

(YELLS, SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

Well...

(NERVOUSLY) Me?

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

It's not over yet, Ewoks.

(GRUNTS)

Go!

-(GRUNTS) -Hey, let go!

-Huh? -Malani, let go!

(GRUNTS)

Jump, Malani!

My hero.

(GRUNTING)

One more step, and I'll pull this peg.

No, no that!

Wait a minute. What's the big deal about a stupid peg?

This is the main support peg.

If I pull it, the whole wagon will collapse.

Huh!

You're bluffing.

I watched you build this wagon.

It means everything to you. You'd never tear it down.

You know, you might be right.

But then again...

No!

Baga!

(EXCLAIMING)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(SIGHS)

(BOTH GROANING)

(ALL CHEERING)

This way, Wicket.

Okay, you can look now.

Ee Chee Wa Wa.

-You fixed it. -Yes.

To thank you for having the courage

to follow a vision that only you saw it first.

I guess I am pretty good at following visions.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)