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(catchy theme music)

(out of tune singing)

How am I supposed to sing in tune?

You couldn't play that thing to save your life.

What?

You're the one who's murdering the tune, not me.

Then go find yourself another singer.

Come on now you two.

You're supposed to be singing, not sulking.

I was just passing by looking for water.

He's lying, chief.

I heard him mention something about a treasure,

then he started touching the tree trunk right here.

No, no!

Those were words of a poem, I tell you!

I was thanking the great God Pan for all the lovely trees

he's given us!

The treasure is the trees!

Who are you trying to kid, bard brain?

Knock that tree down, I want to see what's inside.

No, wait!

This olive tree is centuries old, you can't do that!

Oh yes he can.

Go on.

No!

- [Man] Nice to meet you, gentlemen.

Ah, there you are Ulysses.

Something wrong, Philo?

You two had better scatter.

Oh yeah?

You had better tell your Ulysses buddy

to prepare to meet Uncle Hades.

Boo.

You were saying?

Um, I said...

I haven't seen people here in ages.

Those two barbarians jumped me!

It was all I could do to get them

to recognize the poetry of nature.

Hm...

What a magnificent olive tree.

Reminds me of the one in my garden in Ithaca.

That's right!

The one I wrote my most beautiful poems under.

Ah, may the Gods speed us back to that fair isle.

Huh?

Poet.

Because you have recognized the true worth of olive trees,

and Earth's other woody creations,

I shall grant you a reward.

I was only doing my duty, Your Highness...

Pan.

You said you wished to return to the olive tree in Ithaca.

(playing panpipes)

Well, tree friend...

From now on, you shall know the way home.

Oh!

It's true, it's amazing!

It's as if I had a map inside my head!

I can see all the islands,

and all the routes leading to them!

I can see Ithaca!

Let's hear it for Philo!

Hip-hip hooray!

Hip-hip...

Hooray!

I'm proud of you, youngster.

I was only doing my duty.

You'd all have done the same.

This morning words triumphed over swords,

barbarism shrank before poetry.

Let us learn from this lesson, my friends.

I might've guessed.

I'd love to see Poseidon's face right now.

Thanks to Pan, the only way he could stop us

from getting back to Ithaca

would be to chop off your head.

Let go of me!

I'll get Pan to give us a paper map instead,

it would be much better.

Don't worry, Philo.

We won't let the Poseidon take your head.

I can't turn my back for one minute

without some meddling God messing things up.

I've got to get rid of that lousy poet...

If only I could do it myself.

If they hadn't taken us by surprise,

I'd have made mince meat of that Ulysses wimp!

That's right.

And now's your chance to gain revenge.

Uh, thanks for the offer...

But right now, we're all feeling dead tired.

Aren't we guys?

Nah, I'm ready to rumble.

Yeah, but there are seven of them.

That's way more than we could handle.

Sorry, maybe next time.

(panicked yelling)

Hm, I've got to find something to help these dolts

or they'll never stand a chance against Ulysses' bunch.

A-ha, that's it exactly.

Divide and conquer, classic but still efficient.

There...

Philo won't know the difference,

but his audience most definitely will.

Look out for that monster!

It's gonna swipe all the barrels!

Ah, what monster?

Where?

(laughing)

Ha ha, very amusing.

Come along son, you're not in danger.

That's all right for you to say!

You're not likely to wind up headless!

While you've still got yours,

would you mind playing us a song?

It'll perk us up while we work...

And the quicker we get the job done,

the quicker we get back to Ithaca.

They don't stop to think about me for one second!

What if I don't feel like playing?

Play something trendy, will you?

Not one of those sappy old songs you usually sing.

Huh!

Hm...

(harp playing)

You could do with some sewing lessons, Zeph'.

Oh yeah?

Why's that?

Because it seems to me your seam

ain't gonna make it through the next storm.

[Man With Purple Hair] Easy now, a bit higher.

Okay Dates, okay!

We're not going to wreck your ship, you know!

Well, how am I supposed to know?

It wouldn't be the first time!

Careful now...

Further to the right...

No, no, to the left...

Make up your mind!

(drunk laughing)

(owl hooting)

That's right, your seams stink!

In that case, you can seam alone sweetheart!

Hey, would you stop fidgeting around down there?

It's heavy!

Whoa...

If we'd known you were going to moan the whole time

we'd never have asked you to help in the first place.

- [Dates] Thanks a lot you hotheaded ram!

Hm, I thought music was supposed to make people happy.

I hope those good for nothings are ready.

Uh...

What's this for, chief?

I've told you ten times already.

We're gonna wait for them to split up, then we nab them.

One by one.

Uh, right.

I got a bad feeling about this.

Would you prefer the juggling act?

Then shut up and keep watching!

One's coming now.

The big blue giant.

Get into position!

There are three of us against one of him.

(drum music)

(cackling)

(crazed laughter and humming)

Don't you just admire the quality of my lyre?

The difference between you and me is, I have experience!

Hah, that's just another word for old age!

(laughing)

Quit the ditty, would ya?

We can't hear ourselves shout over here!

Hey, you brute!

Okay, in that case...

I won't tell you the way to Ithaca.

I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me.

I'm sorry, my friend.

My brother.

You won't hold it against me then?

(embarrassed laughter)

Oh thank you!

Poor Titan.

I really laid into him.

I hope he'll find it in him to forgive me.

(owl hooting)

All over.

Boo.

(scared yelling)

Where am I?

Whew, he packs a hefty punch that one.

(chuckling) We've got the strongest one of the bunch!

After him, the others will be a breeze.

Titan!

Titan!

I apologize!

Please come back.

Hey!

(suspenseful instrumental music)

I suggest you give yourself up, like a good little boy.

Or else!

What's up?

(strange instrumental music)

Give that to me!

I'm going to play a making up with friends tune.

No!

I've got a hunch about this instrument.

What?

I get the feeling that it's the reason

behind all our bickering.

Are you trying to suggest

I don't know how to play the thing?

Nothing of the sort!

But it looks like someone is using this lyre

to cause disagreement among us.

But why in the name of music

would anyone want to do that?

Hm...

Oh my!

(groaning)

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you...

When the tide comes in, the water will rise

one meter above the crate.

Which means you have one hour to live.

Now it's their turn.

Nisa's right!

Ulysses and Titan have disappeared.

Someone's trying to stop us getting back to Ithaca.

What are we going to do?

- [Philo] Barricade ourselves in and see what happens!

No!

The best form of defense is offense.

We're going to track down Ulysses and Titan, and attack!

Shouldn't we...

Negotiate?

After all, aggression only leads to more violence.

- [Ulysses] There's gotta be a water inlet somewhere.

- [Titan] Here.

Too small.

I'll get back as soon as I can.

Don't use up your air too fast.

(intense instrumental music)

- [Nisa] Go on!

Hey take it easy, will you?

I've got a head to protect you know.

Hmph!

Ulysses and Titan were here.

I'm going to go take a look,

wait for my signal before you make a move.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

I wasn't at Troy for nothing!

I'm going to show them what being

a crack soldier is all about!

Hey chief, there's an old dude here sniffin' the sand.

What do you want me to do?

(intense instrumental music)

Did I just see what I just saw?

Just as well I don't have fear of small spaces!

(intense instrumental music)

You see, you're not dead beat after all.

Okay, go take him for a walk on the cliffs, and over!

And be quick about it.

Uh, right you are sir, on the double.

(muffled talking)

What am I gonna do?

I'll never make it on my own!

Who said you were on your own?

So that's what it was...

Listen, I'll take care of Philo

while you and the other companions go free Titan.

Oh really?

And what am I supposed to do with those two bandits?

Strike them down with a bolt of lightning or what?

Try playing them a song.

Hm?

Don't worry your little head,

it'll be over in a second.

You won't even have time to think about it.

(dramatic instrumental music)

Huh?

Let the music play.

(harp playing)

What's that?

Uh...

The music you dunderbrain!

I am no dunderbrain, dunderbrain!

Oh yeah?

For my money, you've got the brains of a brick!

You shut up or I'll...

I'll do you in!

Oh yeah?

Dunderbrain, dunderbrain!

(angry groaning)

The prisoners are getting away!

Would you listen to me?

Missed!

Hey, I was playing that!

Huh?

We did it!

Quick, now we've gotta go save Titan!

Wanna make a final wish?

I want my mommy!

Something wrong, Philo?

You?

How in the world...

Oh, I didn't wanna stick around in that rat's den

for too long, the damp is terrible for my hair.

Hey!

(suspenseful instrumental music)

(panicked yelps)

(yelling)

Ha!

(yelling)

Philo, no!

(screaming)

Now it's your turn.

- [Philo] Help!

I do not believe it!

Hang tight Philo, I'm gonna get you outta there!

We'll see about that!

Heave, ho!

Come on!

(loud cheering)

I want my mommy!

(laughing)

You're a dead duck!

See you in the underworld!

After you!

(yelling)

Philo!

Hold on, I'm coming back!

I can't hold on any longer.

You're coming back to Ithaca with the rest of us!

Oh almighty Pan, God of the Earth, trees, and poetry.

Hear my plea!

You graced us with the route back to Ithaca

as reward for my friend's act of bravery...

But I beg you please, reconsider your favor.

Could you replace the map with a life saving gesture?

So be it.

(panpipe playing)

In exchange your life, I withdraw my gift.

(uplifting instrumental music)

I've forgotten everything!

I'm so sorry.

Nevermind, we'll find Ithaca one way or another.

What matters is we're all safe and sound.

Speaking of sound, why don't you play us

a little song to celebrate all that.

Away foul instrument of discord!

You just wait 'til I get my tentacles on you, Ulysses.

You're not home yet, not now, not ever.

And as for those good for nothing bandits,

I feel a rather severe juggling session coming on!

(suspenseful theme music)