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(seagulls calling)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(music swells)

(thunder crashing)

(waves smashing)

(peaceful orchestral music)

(seagulls calling)

(laughing)

Hey Mom, check out my kite.

It's beautiful, son.

But tell me, why does it look so familiar?

I, um, I made it from a bit of your tapestry.

It works so perfectly.

I thought you'd woven it just for me.

You know, I probably did.

(thunder crashing)

(wind howling)

And so, the odyssey of brave Ulysses

came to a successful conclusion,

blown home by the winds of a blustery day.

- [Odysseus] That's a happy ending

I hope to live as well as read.

My theory is first a dream and then the fact.

In that case, Philo, dream on!

(groaning)

(owl hooting)

Look, the owl's seen something!

(owl hooting)

Land, land ho!

Fresh food, fresh water!

We're saved, we're saved!

Oh no.

The Aeolian Islands.

Home sweet home.

And so it is, young Zephyr.

Which gives me an even sweeter idea of my own.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Well, blow me down.

(whimpering)

Lower the sail immediately!

(owl hooting)

(screaming)

(owl hooting)

Look out!

(owl hooting)

(mast crashing)

- [Philo] Who's bright idea was it to lower the sail?

You okay?

For a sponge.

Look at my ship.

My baby's wrecked.

(brass blaring)

(cyclone howling)

(growling)

I'd better take the helm.

You've got to be kidding.

There's now way a rookie like you

can pull off a tricky maneuver like this.

Ulysses, you've got to trust me.

I can do it.

- [Ulysses] What makes you so sure?

I know these islands like the back of my hand.

They're the home of King Aeolus,

master of the winds, my father.

Your father?

Hm?

What are you talking about?

When I hired you, you said you were an orphan.

In all the excitement,

I must've forgotten dear old dad.

But you can be sure he's never forgotten you.

(peaceful instrumental music)

(laughing)

Stop it, Poseidon.

You're tickling me.

How'd you know it was me?

Who else could it be with those cold, sticky tentacles?

Blergh. (laughing)

So what brings you to my cloudy abode?

I've got a present for you.

Ho ho, a present?

Oh goody!

What is it?

I've searched endlessly, relentlessly.

But it was all worth it.

Because I've finally found your son.

Glurp!

You've found my boy Zephyr?

Yippie!

What can I give you in return?

I've got storms, tornadoes.

I've even got some breezy gusts I made fresh this morning.

All I want is to see Ulysses breathe his last.

Scatter him to the four winds.

(cyclone howling)

Help me steady the helm.

We have to steer directly into the cyclone.

Are you crazy?

We'll all be killed.

No, we won't.

I was born here, remember?

Sailing into the cyclone is the only way

we can make it out alive.

Wow, I've never seen Zephyr take charge like this.

He really must know what he's doing, right?

I hope so.

Hold on!

(ominous orchestral music)

(groaning)

The outside of the cyclone acts like a spiral stairway

leading up to my father's island.

On the other hand, if you fall into the eye,

you don't stand a chance.

No!

Ugh, Philo, get back here!

- [Nisa] Am I seeing things or are we, like, totally flying?

Actually, the handy-dandy automatic floating gear

provides clearance for manoeuvering, but not much more.

(owl hooting)

An island in the clouds.

That's the Wind Palace.

Dad's house.

(gasping)

Wow, this is some pad!

Oh, I haven't been back since I ran away.

When Dad sees me, he's gonna let me have it.

(owl hooting)

Son!

Zephyroo, my own favorite cherub.

You're back!

Huh? My cherub.

Yep, he really let you have it.

Ugh, how are you, my early morning breeze?

Dear me, you haven't been eating, have you?

You're nothing but skin and bones.

Huh?

(laughing)

Uh, Dad?

I'd like you to meet Ulysses.

Ulysses.

Any friend of my son is a son and a friend of mine.

(peaceful acoustic music)

What a shame your companions couldn't come too.

They've got to stay behind and repair the ship's mast.

Of course.

Wind can certainly cause a lot of damage, can't it?

(laughing)

(owl singing)

- [Zephyr] So can hot air.

I don't trust that old windbag any farther

than I can throw him.

Hey, I think your Dad's great.

"Any friend of my little cherub

"is a friend and a cherub of mine."

Ha ha, very funny.

(chuckling)

(peaceful acoustic music)

- [Ulysses] Wow.

What the?

When you ran away, my boy,

you took my heart with you.

I'm sure you can appreciate that, Ulysses, my friend.

But I've never forgotten you, son.

Not for one single minute of one single day.

Huh?

Is this your little cherub too?

It is indeed.

He was a fine, pudgy baby was my Zephyroo.

Oh, you don't have to rub it in, Nisa.

I wouldn't think of it, Zephyroosey, my boy.

D'oh. You found yourself

a charming companion, son.

I like her. Hah!

Follow me.

My workshop.

Zephyr was always an excellent wind smith,

but he didn't want to follow

in the footsteps of his old man.

He wanted to blaze his own adventurous trail.

Oh, Dad.

Don't worry, cherub.

I'm only pulling your leg.

Hey, let's see if you still know how.

(grunting)

All right.

(metal pounding)

(orange rattling)

(flames roaring)

- [Ulysses] Talk about a blast from the past.

You look as if you've done this all your life.

He has.

And to think he chose to leave it all behind.

Do you have a son, Ulysses?

Hah, kids can be so ungrateful.

There you go, Nisa.

A warm breeze in a beautiful garden.

(wind blowing)

(birds chirping)

How come you never told us about your hidden talents?

Admit it, son.

Crafting a vintage wind is lots more fun

than turning green on the high seas.

Am I right?

We've got every kind of moving air here.

Gusts and blusters,

biting winds and gales,

desert storms, summer breezes.

What's this one do?

Ah, my masterpiece.

Unique, devastating, and devilishly strong.

It's called the wind of adventure in honor of my son.

If I were to release it,

it would blast you far beyond the farthest seas.

Yes, but with Zephyr's abilities,

he'd sail us right back.

You can be proud of your son.

In fact, he's the one who sailed us here.

What?

So you got here all on your own?

But I thought.

So Poseidon was lying.

Anyway, you must be tired.

Let me show you to your rooms.

Yours is just as you left it, my son.

(ominous brass music)

(tentacle squelching)

Ha ha, my Zephyroo's back at last.

(owl hooting)

For years I've waited,

and now my little cherub's finally come home

to his dear old dad.

(laughing)

(owl hooting)

A touching display, Your Majesty.

I only hope you are as enthusiastic

about upholding our bargain.

Sorry, pal.

The deal's off.

You lied.

You had nothing to do with Zephyr's homecoming whatsoever.

Wrong again.

If I hadn't persecuted Ulysses mercilessly,

his ship and your son would never

have come anywhere near your home.

- [Aeolus] That's not the way I see it.

The deal is off.

Indeed?

How did you get your suckery hands on that?

More to the point,

what would happen if it blew over your boy?

Whoosh.

Now you see him, now you don't.

Don't open it, Poseidon!

He must never leave me again!

Really?

Do I detect a change in the wind?

You've won.

Tell me what I have to do.

(owl hooting)

He's always been good-looking, hah?

(owl hooting)

Tall with a beard and heaps of what?

Owl, if that's the best you can do, I give up.

I haven't got a clue.

(owl hooting)

Well, of course I agree with that.

He certainly was cute.

(gasping)

(eerie music)

(baby cooing)

(baby crying)

Ulysses is in danger?

Why didn't you tell me?

(spirited orchestral music)

- [Ulysses] Where are we going?

To see my latest invention.

- [Ulysses] Very impressive.

What's it all for?

I use that to create winds.

And this to remove them.

Hey, what are you doing?

Forgive me, my friend,

but I'm forced to give you a demonstration.

These pumps suck the air out of the room.

Soon, I'm sorry to say,

it will all be gone.

(grunting)

(sword smashing)

Why?

It's the only way I can keep my son.

If he leaves again, I'll die.

You haven't changed a bit.

You'd rather kill my friend and keep me a prisoner

then let me choose my own life.

Let him out, Dad.

Our family problems have nothing to do with him.

I'm sorry, son.

I can't.

But I know you'll be happy here.

You'll see.

(grunting)

You never listen.

You do a great job here,

but my place is at sea,

and Ulysses is my friend.

(gasping)

You have to open that door or you're gonna kill him.

What about me?

I almost died of grief when you left me.

If you leave again, you'll kill me for sure.

Oh?

(wind howling)

(groaning)

One day I hope you'll understand.

(gasping)

(panting)

- [Nisa] Come quickly.

Huh?

Ulysses is in danger.

- [Titan] Ulysses.

- [Dates] Titan, no!

Ugh.

Whew, next time, Titan,

warn me before you let go.

- [Nisa] Hurry, he's in trouble!

(wind howling)

(dramatic music)

(window smashing)

(yelling)

(grunting)

(yelling)

Gotcha.

You took the words right out of my mouth.

(suspenseful music)

They're escaping, you pathetic windbag.

I'm sorry, my cherub,

but I can't let you storm out on me again.

Then don't stand there gassing.

Stop them.

I owe you an apology, Zeph.

I'm afraid you were right about your dad.

Yeah, he's not a bad soul,

but too much love can be stifling and then some.

I guess there's no other way down?

Nope.

But I've got something that might help.

(cloud exhaling)

Woo! Ah.

With a fair wind like this,

it's time to be off. Let's go!

(owl hooting)

- [Nisa] Oh no!

Lower the sail!

Okay, Titan.

It's up to you.

(grunting)

(groaning)

We're breaking up.

What can we do?

Nisa, get my bow.

It's time to take the wind out of Aeolus' sails.

The first time my bow has ever failed.

(mast creaking)

Wait a minute.

Hand me another arrow, quick.

Don't let me down.

You're our last chance.

(grunting)

- [Zephyr] Please make it.

(screaming)

I'm sorry, Dad.

Hold on tight, everyone.

(screaming)

My cherub.

Hang on to something, Zephyr.

(screaming)

No, my son!

Titan, take this.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Whoa!

(grunting)

(laughing)

(cyclone howling)

(laughing)

Hold it right there, Aeolus.

There's no way you're letting Ulysses breeze out of here.

Of course not, my lord.

But this time I'm going to need a very strong wind.

Hm, in that case,

why don't we give Ulysses a taste of the wind of adventure?

Actually, it wasn't Ulysses I had in mind.

It was you!

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm on your side.

Cut it out, Aeolus.

No!

(dragon growling)

Uh, nice dragon.

Calm down, boy.

(screaming)

My father did all those crazy things for love.

He couldn't bear the thought of losing me.

I know.

He's a good man,

but he hasn't learn that sometimes

the best way to love someone is to let them go.

Hah, want to know what I think of love?

It's nothing but a bunch of hot air.

(owl hooting)

(growling)

You don't need your weapons.

This is a friendly visit, honest.

Ulysses, thank you for saving my son's life.

I hope this little gift will help you find your way home.

Thank you, sir.

Dad, I want to go with him.

In that case, take good care of my Zephyr.

He's the most precious thing I've got.

You really don't mind me going away?

What made you change your mind?

I finally realized you've become

the fine young man I'd always hoped you would be,

and you did it all on your own.

Aw. (giggling)

But remember, no matter how far you roam,

you'll be my cherub.

You'll always make me proud.

(laughing)

Oof.

Be on your way now,

and be careful.

You can do the honors.

Show us how it's done,

my little Zephyroo.

(laughing)

- [Ulysses] We're on our way to Ithaca.

(dramatic orchestral music)