Taranushi's chalice.
Man and magical beast alike have fought to possess it.
Countless lives have been lost in the quest
to control the powers locked within it.
Through fires, floods, and famine,
the chalice has survived!
And now, finally, for a small fee, it can be yours.
Cut the dramatics, see?
I'm not here for a bedtime story.
I'm here for the goods.
Aggh!
The chalice! Where is it? Where is it?
You fool! It's lost forever.
Forever... Forever... Forever...
Forever. I've been waiting forever for principal derceto
to announce the school talent show.
Here we go again.
This is my year, trix. I can feel it.
Spud, you say that every year.
But this time, I'm gonna do it.
This year's trophy is the nicest one yet.
Baby, baby, it can't be.
But it is! You will be mine!
Ahem. As you were.
Dragon up!
whoa!
Freak out with the dragon.
Ya heard?!
Jake! Get back to work!
Aw, man.
Ok. I know it's in here somewhere.
Ha ha ha. Or should I say, voila!
Spud the spudnificent magician extraordinaire ready for action.
Hey-yo, spud. I'm thinking maybe this talent show thing ain't the best idea.
Trixie's got a point. I mean, remember last year?
And the year before that?
Aaaah!
And the year before that?
Now, hold still.
Me?
At least the hatchets was made of rubber.
Rubber don't make the nightmares go away, ok?
Ok. Forget about the hatchets.
This is about a dream, man.
My great grandfather was a magician.
And he taught me to never give up.
Too bad he neglected to teach you "magic."
I'll never forget his catchphrase,
words of immense magical power.
Abbigo airee agee attomb.
What the heck does that mean?
I don't know. That was always
about when he was laughed off the stage.
That's why I've been trying to win all these years.
And also 'cause the trophy's are always so shiny.
You really wanna win this thing?
More than I want air to breathe.
Ok. We're in. What?
Spud the spudnificent just got himself 2 lovely assistants.
You mean it?! You two are the best friends in the whole world.
Wednesday, 11 hours, 38 minutes, 16 seconds,
coordinated universal time.
Have learn that taranushi's chalice
has ended up the first prize in the school talent show.
The chalice contains a magical creature
that I plan to unleash at last
proving once and for all that--hoo!
You there. Hands in the air.
Taranushi's chalice is mine! All mine!
When the chalice runneth over with water,
the creature shall be released.
And all of my research will be proven true!
Looks like we got another one for bellevue.
Behold, the ma-- Hoo-hoo.
Chess club?
The talent show trophy will be mine! Hoo-hoo!
Ok. I've been working on this one for the show.
Pick a card, any card.
Any... card.
I can't do the trick if you keep picking the wrong card!
I wish I could tell you more, principal.
The perp escaped on foot before we could question him further.
He was ranting about the talent show trophy like a madman.
Vandals. From now on,
I'll be storing the school trophies somewhere safe.
Which leads us to conclude that magical creatures are indeed among us.
But, rest assured...
Ha ha. I've never had a teacher so boring
Ha ha ha. So, we have a comedian on our hands.
Well, here's a joke for you, Mr. Ha ha.
Knock-knock. Who's there?
And per school rules, any student who fails a class,
even the star quarterback,
loses his football eligibility. Ha ha ha.
Hilarious. No?
Class dismissed.
All right, here's another one I've been practicing.
The old tablecloth trick.
You know, except without the tablecloth.
Or the dishes.
Hey-yo!
Getting in busta with rotwood
is no kind of talent. You hear me?
Jakey, you coming?
I'll catch up with you guys later.
Created 2 million years ago by a tribe of nomadic elves.
So, the talent show trophy isn't some ancient chalice?
But everyone knows that taranushi's chalice was created by goblins.
Taranushi's chalice has an evil jinn imprisoned within it.
When the chalice is filled to the point that it runneth over,
the jinn will be released.
How do you get it back in?
Unfortunately, the incantation to recapture the creature
has been lost for a century.
And that professor nutwood knows about this chalice?
Yo. I bet he was the one who tried to steal it last night.
He could barely stay awake in class today.
Jake, you must get that chalice before professor rotwood does.
The safety of the magical community depends on it.
Whoa!
Ok. If I were an ancient magical chalice,
I just wanted to express my concern that the trophies,
especially the talent show trophy,
was safe from any further vandal attempts in the, um...
Professor rotwood, I've never seen you take such interest
in our talent show before.
I feel that certain students here have talents they're hiding,
talents that should be exposed to the whole world.
Rest assured, professor, the trophy is safe.
The next and only person to get their hands on it
will be the winner of the talent show.
Now if you will excuse me...
Interesting. Fresh roasted, I think.
Mr. Long, I didn't hear you come in.
Yeah. I was just looking for, um, the bee.
Yo, here it is.
Then you know what you have to do.
You must enter the talent show and win that chalice.
I already told spud I'd help him win.
I can't enter against my best friend.
Kid, if professor nutwood gets ahold of that chalice,
he'll expose magical creatures to the world.
Science wants answers. Next thing you know, boom!
Eunice the unicorn is getting sliced up in a lab. Aaggh...
You must enter the talent show.
It is your duty as the American dragon.
Aw, man.
"F." what comes after?
"F." "f."
Knock-knock.
Well? Well, what's the punchline, Mr. Ha ha?
You can't just say "knock-knock" and not have a punchline.
I--i just-- You told me to come by.
No. I asked you here to offer you an extra credit opportunity.
Perhaps a way to reinstate your status on the football team.
That you seem to be quite the piano prodigy?
You've taken piano lessons for the last 11 years, yes?
12, actually.
12. What do you say
we continue this conversation
at the talent show rehearsal?
Dusk comes quickly now.
The sun sets on the hay field.
The hogs will come home.
Ahem. Soo-eey! Soo-ee-soo! Soo soo soo soo soo!
Pigga-pigga-piggy-pigga- pigga-pigga-pigga-piggy!
The competition's gonna be fierce.
Does my Booty look like a discoball to you?
Hey, guys. What's up?
Jake, where've you been?
Tell spud that lovely assistants
can just be as lovely in jeans and t-shirts.
I don't see him trying to cram you into a sequined dress.
Well, actually,...
Yeah, about that.
I kinda sorta gotta back out of the spud the spudnificent act.
I'm, entering the talent show, too.
It sounded like you said you were entering the talent show.
Er, but I know that's not what I think I heard
'cause if you take that trophy away from spud,
you be crushing his one and only dream.
Now, Trixie, I'm sure Jake has a very good explanation
as to why he's stabbing his best friend in the back.
Right, jerk--Jake?
Right. Yeah. I do.
I mean, I would if I did.
But I guess I don't, so...
Come on, spud. Let's peep the real competition.
50 swans.
51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56...
And now Jake long will perform
a ventriloquist act with his dog puppet.
Hey, what do you call a pirate ship in soho?
I don't know, captain arr-arr, what?
Yo-ho. Ha ha ha.
Hey, where do pirates go for picnics?
Why don't they serve escargot in Davy Jones' locker?
'Cause dead men sell no snails.
Papa.
Dude, he's really good.
I trust you'll be better.
Oof.
But I'm afraid you'll never beat my young piano prodigy
with that mangy puppet.
Who you calling mangy there, Molly mchairpiece?
I beg your pardon.
Ha ha ha. Take it easy, captain arr-arr.
Seriously, you might wanna call an exterminator
for that rat's nest you call hair.
I'd like to introduce you to a new concept.
It's called a comb--
What can I say? He's got a mind of his own.
Hilarious. You'll be laughing all the way to last place.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a beautiful concerto to listen to.
12 years! 12 years of piano lessons?!
Hey, I said I took them. I didn't say I was any good.
We had a deal. Unless you get me that trophy,
you will fail my class and be removed from the football team!
Hey, prof, don't sweat it.
You'll get your trophy. I may not play piano good,
but the bradster has other talents.
Like addressing yourself in the third person?
Like eliminating the competition.
Greenwich pillage, get it?
Pillage with the pillage in the--
Yeah, come on. Can't we put it in the act?
Jake, come on. You gotta get into this.
Your timing was totally off
on the empire state building bit.
Hey-yo, that puppet is ill.
So where do you put your hand up this thing anyway?
Whoa! Whoa! Trixie, what's going down?
I came to ask you the same thing.
Spud is really sick about this whole thing, Jake.
His big, ol' spud heart is just crumpling.
Trixie, I just--i--
I have to do this.
You and I both know you could put a hurt on spud.
Isn't that enough?
I'm asking you to drop out.
As a friend?
I can't.
Well, you gotta do what you gotta do.
I just hope you know what you doing.
A pot which boils over every day is soon empty.
I'm sorry, gramps, it's just-- This is so messed up.
I'm sorry, too, young one.
You will be faced with many difficult decisions.
We are each faced with many roads along our journey.
And we cannot always choose the one that's easiest to travel.
Sometimes we must make sacrifices.
Why do you think grampa's only friend
what can I say? I'm great at parties. Whoo-hoo!
First contestant obadiah Mayfield with his award-winning hog call.
Ahem. Soo-eey! Pigga-pigga-pigga-piggy!
Get it off of me! Get it off of me!
Yeah. I dated a girl who's a hog farmer.
Hit me up high, prof.
Ahem. One swan...
One swan...
One swan!
Aah! Aah!
Pig attack! Get it off of me!
2 down.
Aah!
The music is dead. The music is dead.
Now, all I have to do is get rid of Jake, and it's in the bag.
What about this spud, spudnificent?
You mean spud the dud? Don't worry, prof.
I don't think he'll be a problem.
Um, anyone see a little white rabbit around here?
That's like the third bunny you lost today.
I swear, the things I do for that boy.
Listen, it's just you and me and puppet boy left in the show.
So, um, what do you say we get rid of Jake and make it a fair contest?
No way, man. Jake's my bud.
Fine! Good luck with your talent, magic boy.
Hey, that's magic man to you, rump roast.
Listen, kid, I know you're bummed about this.
But--avast, Matey. Trouble off the starboard bow.
Hey, um, principal derceto wants us to wait upstairs till our turn.
If I could read the principal's mind,
I'd be like a mind-reader or something.
You coming or not?
Right up here. Just follow the bradster.
Are you sure this is where--
Go deep for your little puppet, sucker.
Aah!
Please welcome our next contestant Brad mordon.
- Too bad you'll miss yours... - Loser.
Yeah, like a locked door can keep in the American dragon.
Let's get out of here, fu.
Minor problem, kid.
Yeah, like I planned to make my heinie one with the plumbing.
Will you get me out of here?
Easy, kid. You trying to skin me?
Yaaa!
All right, thank you for that interesting piece.
Next contestant, spud the spudnificent.
Trixie, we can't go on yet.
I can't find--my rabbit!
Ha ha ha. Thanks.
Hut! Oof.
Whoo! All right,
time to unlock this door dragon style.
Dragon fire!
Yow!
Whoa! Dragon down.
Yikes, we've got some serious plumbing issues.
Great. Some sidekick I am.
Let the American dragon get bested by a toilet.
Come on, kid, will you wake up?
Whoa. What th--
Yeah. Tell me something I don't know.
Jake long. Did I miss my turn?
No!
Observe, as spud the spudnificent
pulls a rabbit out of his hat!
Whoa.
What in the heck kind of rabbit is that?
Behold the magic of spud the spudnificent.
Dragon up!
Magic creatures. There are magic creatures on stage.
Well, professor rotwood, it is a magic show.
No! Not magic magical creatures.
Real ones, living, breathing--
Don't be absurd. It's all done with a sleight of hand.
Pyrotechnics.
Pyrotechnics, my eyes!
It's real, I tell you. And I'll prove it.
Everyone, listen to me.
Wow! Wow!
You! You!
Whoaa!
Yaaah!
Come on, magic, work! Work!
Abbigo... airee... Agee attomb!
Awesome!
Put your hands together for spud the spudnificent.
I guess we found the long lost incantation.
Go supergramps.
That's amazing! Wow! Whoo!
I knew if I practiced magic long enough,
it would finally kick in one day.
All right, and now our last contestant, Jake long.
Ok, kid. Let's go win us a chalice.
Hey, good luck out there and watch your back.
Brad was talking about getting rid of you.
Come on, kid. What are you waiting for?
Sorry, fu. Gotta do what I gotta do.
Um, I'd like to withdraw myself from the competition.
In that case, the winner of the talent show is spud the spudnificent.
This one's for you, supergramps.
Yo, Jake. Hey, wait up.
Hey, um, I just wanted to thank you for,
nah. I should've never entered the talent show in the first place.
No one can beat spud the spudnificent.
Personally, I'm glad you ditch the ventriloquist act.
That puppet do give me the creeps.
The way his eyes be following you around.
What can I say? I'm full of surprises, sister. Whoo-hoo!
Seriously, creepy.
Here, dude. I know you dropped out because of me.
I want you to have this.
You sure? Totally.
I ain't playing, Jake.
Give that tired ol' toy to charity.
What?
Aw, you should've seen Jake fighting the jinn,
the crowds roaring, goin' crazy.
Look, I know what you're gonna say.
You may have picked the wrong road for the American dragon,
but you picked the right road for a friend.
Now, let's put taranushi's chalice somewhere safe.
I thought you had it. I thought you had it.
You had it when we left school.
Well, you had it on the subway.
The subway! The subway!
Taranushi's chalice.
For thousands of centuries,
man and magical beast alike have fought to possess it.