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¶ I got the wind in my hair and a fire within ¶

¶ 'Cause there's something beginning ¶

¶ I got a mystery to solve and excitement to spare ¶

¶ That beautiful breeze blowing through ¶

¶ I'm ready to follow it who knows where ¶

¶ And I'll get there, I swear ¶

¶ With the wind in my hair ¶

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Say, ain't you the Stabbingtons?

I can't believe these two losers

have the guts to show their faces in a place like this.

Look at these dunderheads!

Back from being beat by Flynn--

sorry, Eugene Fitzherbert-- again!

- Hey, bud, don't give him a hard time.

Eugene had a lot of help from that princess and her pet frog.

Ow!

No one's ever gonna take us seriously...

...as long as that maggot is alive.

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Oh, I would tilt it this way, Feldspar,

so it's visible to the afternoon traffic.

-Princess Rapunzel! -Keep your eye on the ball.

-Yay! -And watch that follow-through.

Your plans are approved! Build that haberdashery.

-Woo-hoo! -Live the dream!

Oat delivery tonight.

Rapunzel, you realize that as queen,

you don't need to be out in the streets all the time, right?

Well, remember, technically I'm still a princess.

- Besides, this is where the real action is.

Whoa, boy. Whoa!

Settle down!

Watch out!

And there's the action, right on cue.

Hey! Watch out!

- Eugene, look! - A dead end!

She's got nowhere to go now.

Is this a new alley?

Now!

Ah! Ah! Max, Max, Max, Max, Max, Max... Thank you!

I need to get up close, and settle her down.

Before someone gets...

...hurt.

-Are you all right? -Yeah. Thanks.

Oh, duck crossing!

This ends now!

- Whoa! - Eugene!

Nice save, but she's really gotta work on that landing.

Oh, hello, son.

Edmund?

What are you doing here?

No, Hamuel. Let me tell him.

After our rather unfortunate run-in with the family recently,

I wanted to ensure you got this.

It's a priceless heirloom

that has been passed down for generations.

- Pretty! - It's our family sash.

Oh, fantastic!

That's fantastic. This'll go so great

with my chain mail dinner jacket, so, thanks for stopping by,

and making everything awkward, as usual. Bye, now.

Oh. I, uh...

I suppose I should leave.

Although I'm actually hoping they invite me to stay.

-Oh. -Yeah, no, he says what he thinks. A lot.

Your majesty, you have come such a long way.

Why not just stay for the night?

Oh, no. I really shouldn't.

Yeah, no. He really shouldn't.

I insist.

Well, who is this old pile of bones to argue with a princess?

Oh, brother.

Thinking about your dad?

All right, first of all, he's not my dad, okay?

He is a strange man who can't keep his thoughts to himself.

Second, he abandoned me as a child,

and he didn't even try to stay in touch with me.

And then this.

Edmund's only company is a crow

who could get lost in a boot.

He's lonely. Come on!

You might even get to like him.

And Shorty could spout wings and lay an egg.

But, hey, you never know.

I'm sorry. Is that my boot?

Froggy, I gotta say, that was the most delightful breakfast.

What do you say we head up to the room for a quick food coma?

And the best part of the food coma is, Edmund will be leaving--

Good gravy, what happened?

Wait a minute. Someone stole the sash!

- I've been ro-- I've been robbed!

-So that's how that feels. -Somebody say "robbed"?

Don't touch a thing. This is a crime scene.

Take it easy, guys. Who cares about that silly old sash?

Somebody stole the sash?

I don't know, your majesty,

but Eugene will help you find it.

Whoa, whoa. Stan and Pete are on it.

They are perfectly capable of handling this.

Hey, I found a clue!

That's your own helmet!

I told you not to take that off.

I will not leave Corona until our family's sash is safely recovered.

Fine. I'll just give Stan and Pete a hand.

-It's the least I can do. -No clues to report.

This master thief covered his tracks well.

Oh? What's this?

-Yeah, this is a ransom letter. -Oh, he's good.

This crook wants to exchange the sash for gold at Mount Saison.

Whatever the price, no matter how far, we must get it back.

Oh, no, no, no. I said I would help out.

I did not say anything about taking a day-long trip.

Well, then, I suppose

I will make this journey on my own.

Yes, except Hamuel, it shall be me.

Just me. No companion.

Okay, okay. Why don't I just tag along?

Ooh! Excellent!

You packed food, right?

Of course I did, Horace.

A bounty unlike any you've ever had.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Horace?

Did you just call me Horace?

Indeed. Horace is your given name.

Did I not mention that before?

No, you didn't.

How is it possible my real name is even worse than Eugene?

Ha, ha. Real funny.

You know what? Never mind. Let's just get on the road.

That's the spirit.

This jaunt may actually prove quite fun.

But for the record,

we are sticking with Eugene. Got it?

Whatever you say, Horace.

Never thought we'd be setting foot in Corona again.

But it'll be worth it once we close the book on Flynn Rider...

for good.

Ha ha! Such a beautiful day for a trek.

My spirits soar like Hamuel, my graceful friend in flight!

Yeah. Majestic. Can we focus, please?

The sooner we get up to Mount Saison and get the sash,

the sooner you can get back to-- Edmund!

-Edmund! -Horace, there is the most spectacular display

of miniature ball-like thingy-dos on the ground.

Come quickly!

- Rabbit pellets. Those are rabbit pellets.

Oh, this is gonna be a long trip.

I'd better fuel up. What the--?

There's no food. This is nothing but junk!

Goodness me. I brought the wrong bag.

This is my sack of lucky charms!

-Say, Horace-- -Eugene.

I think I have the perfect solution.

We'll fish together!

Problem solved.

I am not climbing up there to get your ax down.

-Making wishes? -Huh?

What?

Eugene taught me that one.

Go ahead. Come on. Make a wish.

Princess!

Somebody broke into my shop,

and tracked two sets of identical muddy footprints

across my new rug.

I saw 'em. One of 'em had an eye patch.

Double security.

I want sentries posted on the bridge,

and patrols every hour.

Yes, Princess.

The Stabbingtons are back in Corona.

Oh, here. Backup wishes.

Don't worry, Princess. Those Stabbingtons are as good as--

Where is he?

Where's Rider?

Hey, aren't these the guys Eugene keeps beating?

Where is he?

-We don't know. -Yes, we do.

He's headed to Mount Saison with his dad

to get back that priceless sash.

Heh, heh.

Mount Saison, huh?

But-- but you'll never catch him!

Eugene moves faster than the wind!

Oh! Oh, I got something, Horace.

For the eleven-teenth time, it's Eugene.

Twenty-pounder, easy.

- Maybe thirty. - Hope you're hungry.

Well, at least it was a fish this time.

My son thinks me a fool. Hmm.

Just wait until I reveal the figgy pudding in my pocket.

That will change his tune.

I have something in my pocket that will change your tune.

Did you just say you have figgy pudding in your pocket?

I don't know what's weirder.

That you have figgy pudding in your pocket,

or that your armor actually has pockets.

Ha ha! But who shall partake of it?

I don't want any of your pocket pudding.

Ah, but you do!

I can tell a lot by looking into a man's eyes.

Apparently, you can't.

But, you shan't have it so easily!

To see who claims this figgy treat, we shall have a contest.

A game of marksmanship, if you will. Ha, ha!

-Ha, ha! I won't. -That settles it. The game is afoot.

- Now, to find a target for our contest.

Thank you for your service, Hamuel. We have a target.

-Edmund, you can just have the pudding. -Nonsense!

We shall play this delightful game,

and revel in each other's company.

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking, I bet that was a lucky shot!

-Not even close to what I was thinking. -Let's try for two in a row.

Edmund, our weapons!

Hmm.

Well, lucky for us, nothing is more dangerous than our cutting wits,

-eh, Horace? -It's Euge-- you know what, this is impossible.

If something's not impossible, it's not worth doing.

I mean what is wrong--

Wait. Did you just say, "If something is not impossible,

-it's not worth doing"? -"It's not worth doing."

Why, yes I did!

"Flynn Rider and the Lost Treasure of Scotia"!

-One of my favorite books! -Me, too!

Until I lost it. I accidentally dropped it off a cliff.

Hey, do you remember when Rider is on the canoe, heading for the waterfall?

Yes. He leaps onto the rocks, but not before saving the...

-...treasure! -The treasure! Oh, it was brilliant!

Oh.

How'd you find us?

I tracked those muddy footprints.

Those guys should really wipe their shoes.

Also, it helped that you guys were weeping loudly.

Just doing our part.

I'm sorry, Princess. The Stabbingtons came out of nowhere!

It's okay. I'm sure they're after Eugene.

Good thing he's out of town.

-Eh... -Um...

Wait. You didn't tell them about Mount Saison, did you?

You know what? I'll take it from here, guys.

Come on, Fidella.

- We're bringing in the Stabbingtons.

-That was your fault. -Nuh-uh, it was yours!

Quit it!

Oh, no!

And-- and do you remember when Flynn Rider says,

"The kingdom and I aren't exactly simpatico at the moment."

Yes! And people think it's a kid's book.

Adults everywhere appreciate the nuance of Flynn Rider's adventures.

Shh, shh, shh. Quiet. I don't think we're alone.

- Right again, Rider. - Or is it "Eugene"?

Don't ask.

Edmund, long-lost father, meet Stabbingtons, lifelong nemeses.

Edmund claims he's my father, but you know,

I actually have more of a history with you guys.

So, in a way, this is kind of like a family gathering for me!

-Say, who wants some pudding? -I can tell he wants some pudding.

- He can tell a lot by looking into a man's eyes.

Ha, ha! En guarde!

Where'd you go?

Hello!

- Ha! Didn't see that coming, did ya?

Hey, how's your day going?

Missed me.

Yes!

- Ha ha! - All right, all right.

They're not gonna stay down for long.

-We'll need to buy more time. -I have an idea.

We gotcha!

Rider!

Edmund, that was ingenious!

Ah, yeah. Ingenious.

Ha! Who knew this bag of lucky baubles would come in so handy?

Ha, ha, ha!

The sash. Wait. You stole this from my room?

-You had this the whole time? -Well, yes. I did.

It was I who wrote the ransom letter and sent us on this errand.

This is an errand? We're stuck in the middle of nowhere

with no food, no weapons, and two maniacs on our tail,

but yeah, lovely little errand this is!

I wanted to be part of your life, Horace.

-And I thought a father and son trip might-- -Might what, huh?

Make up for 24 years?

And for the love of everything that is holy,

my name is Eugene!

You know what? Here's your sash.

I'm heading back to town.

There was a fight here.

A big one.

A wind-up toy?

And a yo-yo?

They should have called it a "hey-hey."

All right. We're getting close. Come on!

Hamuel, I've really bungled things with my son.

I'll give you a chance to make it up to him.

Take us to Rider. Now.

I'm not foolish enough to help you.

Well, I know somebody who is.

- I cannot believe I fell for that nice-guy act.

What are you do-- Wait. I know that dagger.

The Stabbingtons.

Aw. Dads are more trouble than they're worth.

Come on, Max. The old man needs us.

Edmund!

Edmund!

Hey, Domino. Where's Edmund?

Right here, sonny boy!

You want him?

Come and get him.

Max, watch out!

The Great Flynn Rider is gone.

Come on. Now we have a sash and a king.

Things are looking up.

Hmm.

- I don't see any sign of them.

Max?

First he lies, then he gets me trapped in a cave.

Definitely "father of the year" contender.

Hey, watch it.

Would you quit it, bird? You're making a mess-- Wait a minute.

These are all things from when I was a kid.

My marked deck of cards!

My two-headed coin. And my loaded dice!

This is my first hand mirror.

He has been keeping tabs on me.

"Flynn Rider and the Lost Treasure of Scotia"! My old book!

You had it. I can't believe it!

Eugene!

Are you out here?

Rapunzel, I'm in here!

Pull!

-Eugene! -Aw, thanks, blondie.

All right, that's it.

No more Miss Nice Princess.

Just for the short term.

After we deal with these guys, I am totally nice again.

- I wasn't worried, but thanks anyway...!

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-Rider! -Yep, still alive.

You dropped a boulder on me, and you missed.

I mean, who misses with a boulder, really?

Horace, you're alive. And you came to rescue me!

Well, what did you expect?

Nice try.

Yeah! Nice team work!

- Guys, log jam, log jam, log jam!

Everybody, my log, pronto!

Oh, who am I kidding? They're like family, right?

Son, we cannot save these cretins in time. It's impossible.

If something's not impossible...

It's not worth doing!

-Oh! The sash! -Leave it, Eugene.

Dad, you called me "Eugene."

You called me "Dad."

Guys, seriously?

Go, go, go, go, go!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ha ha ha! This woman is amazing.

I know. And she's getting so much better at her landings.

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You went out of your way to rescue us... again?

I guess my son believes in second chances.

I learned that from the best.

- Guys, check this out! - Isn't he great?

Hey, hey, hey, you guys, I invented a move.

I call this one...

"Stroll With a Bloodhound."

Uh, blondie, they already invented that move, actually. It's--

You know what? Never mind.

Edmund! Ooh.

Ah, we were, uh, we were reminiscing.

Not playing. Reminiscing.

Like adults do, with my old toys.

I decided we didn't need that old sash, anyway.

Xavier and I made you a new one.

White and gold. Just like the Flynn Rider book.

It's one of my favorites, you know.

Just... focus...

I can't!

Cassandra...

¶ Oh-oh, oh-oh ¶

¶ Now I got my eyes open and wide ¶

¶ My heart burnin' like fire ¶

¶ Feels like I'm so alive ¶

¶ I'm never going back ¶

¶ Whatever I want now, I'm gonna chase ¶

¶ Who I am I can't contain it ¶

¶ I'm not gonna hold it in ¶

¶ 'Cause there's more of me to give ¶

¶ Oh yeah, there's more of me to give ¶