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[man] ♪ Who's gonna help ♪

♪ When the danger overwhelms ♪

♪ And the mysteries Are piled high ♪

♪ Who's gonna be around Never gonna let you down ♪

♪ When you're on a wild ride? ♪

♪ Your friends are Always by your side ♪

[chorus] ♪ It's Craig of the Creek He's gonna save the day ♪

♪ It's Craig of the Creek He's gonna save the day ♪

♪ It's Craig of the Creek ♪

[Kelsey] Mmm, not this one.

Eh, not this one.

If I may make a suggestion here, Kelsey,

I know I'm not the best at this kind of stuff,

but what about this one?

I would rather wear a dress made of fire.

At this point, I would be fine with that.

But the school dress code specifically discourages

your clothes from being on fire.

Here, how about this one?

[chirps]

Ugh, you heard the bird.

Toss it on the pile.

But isn't this the dress you wore last year?

Yeah, and Ruthie Walcott

said I looked like a blueberry in it.

- [cellphone vibrates] - Oop. Hang on. Work's calling.

Hey, Sheila, what's up?

Wait, say that again.

Ramekins? No!

I thought he said red napkins.

Ugh! I just sent over two pallets

of scarlet napkins to his restaurant.

Sorry, hon, but just pick something,

anything, nice to wear today.

Yeah, Sheila, I'm here.

[sighs]

What should I do?

[Mortimor chirps]

[narrator] This is the tale of the little warrior.

The little warrior lived in a little village

with her mother and father above their little bakery.

Although she was small of stature,

the little warrior dreamt of growing up

to be a big, strong warrior

who went on big adventures

and vanquished gargantuan foes.

But for today, her big adventure

was going to school.

Mother, Father,

what are you doing? It's almost time to go.

I'm so sorry, honey bun,

but something just came up.

The Archduke of Sandwich is in town

and he just placed a big order.

I'm afraid your father and I will have to stay home

and bake today.

But today is field day at warrior school.

All the families will be there.

[sighs] I know, and we really hate to miss it.

But with how business has been lately,

we really need this dough,

so we can keep making dough, you know?

I understand.

It's just, this is my chance to show everyone who I am.

That I'm a brave and fearless warrior!

And you will show them.

Remember what we've practiced.

[exhales]

- [slash] - Rising!

- [slash] - Dough!

- [slash] - Strike!

See? You've trained well.

Listen, I know it's going to be hard

without your father and I there.

But remember, with or without us,

you're strong.

Just trust yourself

and you'll be okay.

My little warrior.

Hmm.

[narrator] After eating a hearty breakfast of oat cakes,

iced currant buns and freshly squeezed bread juice,

the little warrior set off for warrior school.

Filled with the kind words from her mother

and plenty of carbohydrates,

the little warrior held her head high.

That is, until she crossed over the school moat

and a sudden loneliness crept over her.

For everywhere she turned,

there were students with their parents there

to cheer them on.

This was a big day for the warrior pupils.

The day where they tested

their strength and skills in many events.

The meithriel sack race,

the dragon egg toss

and, of course...

soccer.

But the little warrior had chosen an event

that few dared to compete in

and even fewer survived.

The Warrior's Run.

In stepped Alaric,

the only other student brave enough

or foolish enough, to enter the race.

[chuckles] Nice armor.

[narrator] Alaric said with a sneer.

[Alaric] Say, did your parents bake that for you?

Hey, easy on the pauldrons.

They're pumpernickel.

[narrator] Her family couldn't afford

a full suit of armor,

but bread was sturdy

and made for a good snack in a pinch.

Ha! I suppose your family

was too busy baking biscuits

to be here, unlike mine.

[narrator] Alaric came from nobility

and never missed a chance to rub it in everyone's faces.

Those are my parents and that's my uncle.

[gasps]

Okay. One, two, there,

all eyes on me.

[narrator] The children turned their attention

to the principal.

Sir Gregor, the educated.

Oh, there are only two of you?

Well, I guess that makes sense after what happened last year

with the dismembering and all.

Anyhow, the Warrior's Run is about to begin!

As you know, this event consists of three challenges.

First, you must claw-eth your way up the Cursed Cliffs,

then make-eth your way across the dreaded Drageese River,

and finally reach-eth the winner's circle

and the Warrior's Trophy!

[clang]

You both have your signed permission scrolls, right?

- Yep - Yes.

Okay!

On your marks.

No offense, but beating you...

Get set.

...is going to be a piece of cake.

Go-eth!

[panting]

[narrator] The little warrior ran headfirst into the mist!

And then headfirst...

- Ugh! - ...into a wall.

Ugh! [gasps]

[narrator] There, towering over her

were the Cursed Cliffs.

[laughs, grunts]

Come on!

I thought bread was supposed to rise.

[straining]

[narrator] She wouldn't let Alaric win that easily.

[grunting]

[narrator] Try as she might,

the cliffs were too tall for the little warrior.

She cursed them.

Curse these Cursed Cliffs!

Argh!

[narrator] And there she stood all alone again.

She felt hopeless.

The race had hardly begun

and now it was over.

[sighs, exclaims]

[screams]

- [gasps] - [narrator] A split in the rocks,

and it was just her size!

A smile flashed across her face.

Hmm...

[exhales]

[narrator] Inch by inch,

the little warrior scaled the cliffs.

[straining]

Ha!

[narrator] Being small has its advantages,

she thought to herself.

Yes!

[narrator] The little warrior made her way down

into the valley and towards the next challenge.

The Drageese River.

Now, where is that river... [exclaims]

[splash]

Found it.

[narrator] The little warrior waded against

the cold, river currents.

Anywhere else, the quiet would have been welcome.

But here, it made her uneasy.

[honks]

[honks]

[all honk]

[narrator] Charging towards her was the river's namesake,

the Deadly Drageese.

A beast with the fiery breath of a dragon

and the annoying, everything else, of a goose.

[honks]

[exclaims] They're toasting my armor!

[narrator] She eyed her burnt shoulder loaf.

It probably wasn't the smartest move

to wear bread to protect herself

against a flock of hungry bird beasts.

Then it hit her...

- Hey, feeling peckish? - [crunch]

Honk on this!

[narrator] The Drageese descended upon the bread crumbs

and the little warrior made her way

to the final challenge.

[panting]

[narrator] There, shining like a golden beacon,

was the Warriors Trophy. She made it.

She had actually made it to the end of the race.

[laughs, exclaims]

- Ugh! - [Alaric] Hmph!

I'm impressed you made it this far,

but it sounds like no one else is.

Do you hear that?

[crowd chanting] Alaric! Alaric!

They're here to watch me win.

Everyone is cheering

for me.

And no one

is cheering for you.

[narrator] The little warrior felt smaller than ever.

She didn't know what to do.

If only her parents were here.

What would they say?

[mother] With or without us, y ou're strong.

Just trust yourself

and you'll be okay,

my little warrior.

- [gasps] - [slash]

Rising!

Dough!

Strike!

[crowd cheering]

[narrator] She picked up the trophy and held it high,

showing everyone that as small as she may be,

she was a warrior.

Years passed and the little warrior grew up.

[Grace] After marrying a mustachioed merchant

of cookware and restaurant appliances,

she had a child named Kelsey,

who is even more brave and strong than she.

But sadly, the warrior's destiny

meant she could not stay with Kelsey

to help her grow up.

To become the warrior she was meant to be.

So she left her with these words...

Kelsey,

throughout your life,

you will embark on many quests.

There will be days that seem unconquerable.

And sadly,

I won't be there to help you.

But I want you to remember

that with or without me,

you are strong.

Just trust yourself

and you'll be okay.

My little warrior.

Okay. We gotta make a decision here,

or you're gonna be late for picture day.

I know it feels like there's a lot riding on this.

This is the photo for the yearbook.

This is the photo we send out to family

to show them how fast you're growing up.

This is the photo that will define you

for the rest of your life.

Or until next year, when we get

to do this whole thing over again.

So what's it gonna be?

Don't worry, Dad. I know what to do.

[Craig] Okay, I'll show you. But you can't laugh.

[JP] Wow. You look like Bernard.

Is that his shirt?

[Craig sighs] Yeah.

My mom made me wear it because all my handsome clothes

were in the laundry.

[JP] Well, I wore my Sunday clothes,

but the photo didn't turn out all that great, either.

Goose scratched me up real bad before

because she didn't recognize my scent with shampoo.

I'm usually just like a rinsing guy,

but I'm kind of doing an experiment.

Ugh!

How did yours turn out, Kelsey?

Behold for yourselves.

[JP] Wow!

[Craig] You wore your cape to picture day?

Ha! That's so cool.

Did the teachers give you a hard time around it?

Nah, Ruthie Walcott said it looked a little raggedy.

So I said, "I'm a warrior. What do you expect?"

And then Ms. Cosgrove told me to sit down.

[Craig] Wow!

You are so brave, Kelsey.

[Kelsey] Thanks. I get it from my mom.

♪ When it's time To go to bed ♪

♪ I know ♪

♪ You don't have To feel alone ♪

♪ 'Cause I'll see you tomorrow At the creek ♪

Just like I drew it.