- [Narrator] Previously on Niko and the Sword of Light.
- I'll have you at the Forest of Fangs in no time.
- This must be it.
Lord Keeper Windcrag, we need any lore or legends
about the amulet of power.
- The map was broken into four pieces
and locations were put into a rhyme.
- The Hoppity Dunk rhyme.
One star flies in the sky whale high.
- This is where Sarcus made his champions.
- We can make our own champion.
- A dark champion (evil laughing)
(triumphant music)
- I'm Niko and this is my sword of light.
I'm here to protect my people and to defeat
the darkness forever.
(triumphant music)
- [Man] Don't blame me.
My sources at the Sky Market said the sky whale
was headed this way.
- While we've been flying around for days,
who knows how much closer Na Rest is
to the amulet of power.
- Not to worry, if there's a sky whale out here,
my sea-hearifiers will help us find it.
- Awesomeness.
I see it.
The whale in the sky.
It is larger than a mutinous saurus.
Oh, never mind.
- It's the perfect place to hide a map piece,
the sky whale flies so high and so fast
it's pretty much impossible to catch.
- Well if we don't find it, I'm gonna demand
my 10 gaflugles back.
(dinging)
- Havoc, must be Balatha.
It's been a whole 15 minutes.
Let me guess, another grain treaty?
- With very favorable terms.
Queen Lyra, the council of elders beseeches you
to return home.
The captain of the guard can handle Na Rest.
- Ah. - Hopefully.
- This isn't just catching a fugitive.
It's about finding a dangerous relic
that was hidden for good reason.
If Na Rest gets the amulet of power,
he won't just take over the world, he'll destroy it.
I'll continue to deal with royal affairs on the road.
- This is simply not how things are done, Your Majesty.
Kings and queens must rule from the throne.
Not from whatever that thing is you're flying.
It's tradition.
- Ah. If only the council could change like you Flicker.
I wish they understood.
- I hear it, the whale of the sky.
- There she blows.
- Sky Whale City.
Legend says the streets are paved in gold
and fountains flow with amber grease.
- And amber grease is not gross?
- It's a rare, expensive substance
that comes only from the sky whale.
Look.
One star flies in the sky whale high.
There actually is a star just like in the rhyme.
Why is it flying so slowly?
- Perhaps all those angry guards can throw
their pointy sticks at us.
- Harpoons.
Chompsky, get us out of here.
(yelling)
Whoa, did I mention Planktonians don't take kindly
to visitors?
(yelling)
- Strap in, hold onto your shoes.
I have an idea.
- I knew this thing would be the end of me.
(beeping)
(yelling)
- Sorry, just an old trick from my sea battle days.
(groaning)
- I'm sure the Planktonians will help once we explain.
- They don't look that helpful at the moment.
- Let me do the talking.
I've been training for this.
Warmest greetings.
-I am Lyra, queen... - Sorry we're late.
You wouldn't believe the traffic out there.
We're here for maintenance.
- Maintenance?
- Oh surely you've been expecting our quin-centennial
inspection and tune-up of Sky Wear related facilities?
Hmm, these harpoons need sharpening, shameful.
Who's in charge here?
- I command these troops.
Group Captain Nekton.
We sure as Sally didn't order any inspection.
- Well I wouldn't either with uniforms this sloppy.
Captain.
- Hey, hello, can you let me through?
Watch the harpoon.
Captain, what's going on?
- Just some intruders, your highness.
Nothing to concern yourself with.
- Intruders?
Oh let me see, I wanna see.
- His royal highness the Prince of Whale.
- Oh.
- We're the whale inspectors.
Oh, you didn't get the reminder notice?
Would have come about oh, 50 years ago?
- No one boards Sky Whale City without permission
and we never give permission.
You are all under arrest.
- This whale's previous inspection garnered the rare,
nearly unachievable Gold Wood Star rating
but this kind of treatment, oh, it's gonna dock you
a grade or two.
- Gold Wood Star.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, set them down.
Seriously, lay off the harpoons for a minute, okay.
- Your Highness, it's a rouse.
- We're not losing that Gold Wood Star rating captain.
And last time I checked I was the ruler around here.
That means I get to do all the deciding.
- Yes, Your Grace.
- Wow, that sounds familiar.
- I'm Planktor, I mean Planktor the drifting
Prince of Whale and I say let the inspection begin.
Oh this is gonna be great. Will I get to sign some things?
I've been working really hard on my fancy signature.
- Almost finished.
This was a shamble of broken shards when we arrived.
Only mag of my skill could focus spells through
such shotty material.
Get in there.
(grunting)
Ah, my dark crison this is perfect.
Good enough.
A few raw materials and we'll make a champion
of our very own.
Rasper?
What evil delights have you brought me?
- Well?
- Intolerable.
I instructed you to find me the most vile
and vicious creatures in the land.
- Well, to be fair it was short notice.
Creatures just aren't as vile as the used to be
when you were in charge your evilness.
- I suppose that's true.
Your meager scavengings will have to do.
With a dark champion at my side, no one will stop me
from finding the amulet of power.
No army, no queen, no one.
- Not even the kid?
- Especially not him.
And stop eating my dark champion.
(whooshing)
As tos um moscar.
(grunting)
(evil laughing)
- Pretty sweet plank stacks if I do say so myself.
With amber grease production at an all time high,
our city's never been more awesome.
- They are indeed tall your highness.
(dramatic music)
- Does your whale normally wail?
- Yeah it does that sometimes but don't worry,
my advisors assure me it's all perfectly fine
and normal and nothing to worry about.
- Sounds like something advisors would say.
- Nothing to worry about?
Nothing to worry about?
Well, we'll be the judge of that.
Have you noticed any foreign objects in the whale?
- I see some foreign objects on the whale.
- Ooh, getting cheeky inspector are we?
That's gonna cost you.
- Wait, the captain's had a long day.
There's lots of stuff in the amber grease mine.
There's buckets and carts and ropes and stuff.
It's way gross down there.
- I sense your city is not as resplendent as
the tales have told.
- I know, I know.
Streets paved in gold, amber grease fountains.
My father used to tell me those stories too.
It's a lot for a prince to live up to
if you know what I mean.
- Actually I do.
- Yeah, it's been super tough without him
but I know these sweet stacks will make him proud.
Man, it's way better watching this with visitors.
Hey Nekton, how come we don't have visitors?
- Viable amber grease sire.
We don't want intruders stealing it.
- Oh right, I believe that.
- Here's our amber grease mine.
What'd I tell ya? Gross right?
- Ooh.
Sadly it's our job to inspect all this valuable substance.
Will you lead us inside?
- Me? Oh no, I'm not,
not allowed to go down there.
Mines are for workers, not royalty.
Right, Nekton?
- That is our tradition, sire.
You have far too many important things to do up here.
Allow me to clear out the miners and escort
our visitors inside.
I'd hate for anything unfortunate to happen
to them alone in there.
- On second thought perhaps one highly qualified
inspector should accompany the prince to his castle?
- Good idea.
I pick her.
- Yes her, wait what?
- Certainly, Your Highness.
Be careful, stick to the mission.
- This way inspectors.
(clinking)
(yelling)
- Do not fear, this is all part of our whale inspection.
- Yes indeedy and rather sub par slipperiness
if you ask me.
- You fools can fool a fool but there ain't
no fooling me.
Watch your step and what you touch.
- Bat rays, positively do not disturb.
- Unless you wanna be lunch.
- How deep does your mining operation currently go?
- Only to the first stomach.
The hind stomachs are off limits to everyone.
Much too dangerous.
- That's where we'll need to look.
(yelling)
- You maggot fish woke the bat rays.
- Almost finished and there.
That's my best signature yet.
Look how loopy it is.
- So you must be under a lot of pressure as prince.
So many decisions, advisors questioning every
choice you make.
- Oh you have no idea.
Like just yesterday I finally issued my decree
for the new official color of the castle's new curtains.
- Curtains?
That must've been difficult.
- Everyone told me it was super important.
Doesn't feel important.
I mean, they're just curtains.
You know, a long time ago, before the mining in cities,
Planktonians flew free on the wind
alongside the sky whale.
We helped it get rid of extra amber grease
and it gave us shelter in return.
- That sounds wonderful.
- Yeah, but times have changed.
We found that amber grease is worth like
a zillion coins a bucket so our minds go deeper,
our plank stacks grow taller and I get
to choose the curtains.
Sometimes, sometimes I wonder though,
am I doing enough to help my people?
- I ask myself those questions all the time.
Or I would if I were a queen, which I'm not.
(screeching)
- No need for alarm.
I shall fix this.
- Niko no, you'll blow out the skies.
- A magic sword, you're not whale inspectors.
(grunting)
- Please, we are not here to fight.
- What was that?
- Quick, give her the slip.
- Wahoo.
- Catch those intruders or I'll demote you
back to tad puddles.
(dramatic music)
- Here we are, plank stacks as far as the eye can see.
I'm sure father would be proud.
(gasping)
- Something is very wrong with your whale.
- Can I be honest, this has been going on for a while.
I keep asking if something is wrong but nobody
tells me anything.
Please, please just give us the Gold Wood Star.
Our city can shine again, just give us time.
- Oh havoc, there is no time, look.
(yelling)
- She could be right behind us.
Don't stop now.
I spoke too soon, stop now.
- Pure liquid amber grease.
- That map piece is probably deeper inside.
The question is, how do we get there?
- The hind stomach, where even Planktonians dare not go.
(yelling)
No, no, no, no, no.
- We'll never make it.
- Turbulent tornado.
Whoa.
(groaning)
- I don't even wanna think about how
we're getting out of here.
- We're gonna crash. We're gonna crash (crying).
Please, your whale expert, save us.
- Arrest her, they are fortune seeking intruders
with swords and magic.
- Wait, I'm sorry Prince Plankter.
The truth is, we came to find part of a map.
- I knew it.
- But you had the clipboard and everything.
- Fear not your highness.
We have the matter well in hand.
The whale will settle once the intruders are driven out.
- You know what, she's mean.
- Huh, a starred box?
The piece of the map must be inside.
- Okay, let's grab it.
Just like we did before Niko, in the mugwub.
- Yeah, woo.
(grunting)
Come on wedged object, loosen.
(grunting)
- Oh this thing is stuck tighter than
an old bickle jar.
- Surrender maggot fish.
(dramatic music)
- Prince Planktor, the sky whale is going to crash
if you don't do something.
- What?
I only know how to sign my name fancy
and pick curtains.
You heard Captain Nekton, we'll be fine
once the intruders are gone.
- Look around. Don't you get it?
We're not the intruders here.
- Oh, haddock, you're right, it's us.
The Planktonians are the intruders.
We're the ones with the plank stacks.
We're the ones who were mining amber grease
like there's no tomorrow.
It's gotta stop, it's gotta stop right now.
All of it.
What am I saying?
This is crazy talk, we have tradition.
- What good are traditions if it means
the end of everything?
- Yeah, yeah.
No more tradition, no more curtains.
I should have done this as soon as I became prince.
Fellow Planktonians, we are going to crash.
(screaming)
No, no, let me finish.
I should have started, bad start, look.
All our building and building and building has weighed
down the whale, but there's still time.
We must cut the whale free from the city.
- But how will we survive?
- Like we used to.
With the clouds at our feet and the wind in our tails.
By freeing the sky whale,
we will free ourselves.
- Right? - Right.
- Deceivers.
- Whoa.
It is too slippery.
- Hang on.
(yelling)
- Captain Nekton, ma'am, they're cutting the city
off the whale.
- What, that imbecile.
If the whale stretches out it'll shift
the entire stomach.
Move soldiers, before we're flattened.
- Keep slicing everyone, we're nearly through.
(dramatic music)
(grunting)
(dramatic music)
- It's working, be free good sky whale, be free.
(cheering)
- Whoa, whoa.
(yelling)
- Niko, the map.
(grunting)
- Up there, a way out.
- Say no more, Commodore.
Hurricane power.
(yelling)
- Intruders captured, Your Highness.
- They aren't intruders anymore, Captain,
and neither are we.
I order you to release them.
- You got lucky, maggot fish.
- Niko, did you find it?
- Behold, one very slippery map piece.
- Don't wipe that off.
That goop makes it extra valuable,
which I am in no way tempted by
and will happily return.
- Nah, you can keep it.
It's my gift to you, Lyra.
For a phony sky whale inspector, you're really smart.
- Thanks, and I admire your boldness Prince of Whale.
I'm gonna remember this when it's time for me
to stand up against my own royal traditions.
- You?
Royal?
That's a good one, Lyra (laughing).
(peaceful music)
(squealing)
(grunting)
- I shall find a way to open you,
cruel box of tauntingness.
- Wait, that's not a box.
This whatcha-ma-hickey is the map piece.
- It's a puzzle.
We'll probably need all the pieces to figure it out.
One star flies in the sky whale high.
Two stars sleep in the tower keep.
We need to find a tower and soon if we want
any chance of stopping Na Rest.
- What's taking so long?
I wanted my dark champion yesterday.
Oh, an extra boost of pure darkness.
Just what I need.
Yes, here it comes.
An all powerful champion to call my own.
Awaken dark champion.
Emerge from your chrisalyst to face the world.
(dramatic music)
(evil laughing)
It's perfect.
(triumphant music)
- Chirp.