- [Niko] Previously on Niko and the Sword of Light.
- There she blows. - I see it.
- One star flies in the sky whale high.
Just like in the rhyme.
- [Mandok] That map piece is probably deeper inside.
(yelling)
Niko, the map.
- It's a puzzle.
Two stars sleep in the tower keep.
We need to find a tower
if we want any chance of stopping Nar Est.
(laughing)
- Awaken dark champion.
(dramatic music)
- I am Niko, and this is my sword of light.
I am here to protect my people and defeat the darkness,
forever.
(dramatic music)
(lightening noises)
- Hold on, it's about to get rough.
- About to?
Oh, crystal berries.
This is it, we're going down.
(yelling)
- Could we just have one easy day on this quest?
Two stars sleep in the tower keep.
The second map piece is in a tower keep,
but 15 towers later and we have nothing.
- I share your disappoint.
It is much like saving a nectarune for yourself,
but then having it eaten by someone else.
- Niko, finding the map pieces
so we can get to the Forgotten Fortress
before Nar Est is important.
Me accidentally eating your nectarune,
which I didn't know you were saving,
but apologized for anyway, is not.
- Your reasonable explanation will not work on me now.
For I am hungry.
(stomach growling)
(yelling)
(thunder crashes)
- Nuts and bolts.
The rudder's been hit by lightening.
I have to go out and fix it.
- You're the pilot.
We need you behind the controls.
Niko and I will do it.
Niko? Niko?
- Stay inside.
I will repair it.
- Aw, havoc.
- Strap on a glider belt.
If you fall, it will gently float you to safety.
Theoretically.
- Lyra, so good to see you.
Did you bring the nectarune you owe me?
- You're impossible.
Strap this on, and try to stick together.
- The tower.
Excellent.
- Not excellent.
With this broken rudder, we're gonna crash right into it.
Pull.
(grunting)
(yelling)
That got it.
- Oh, what's this for?
Huh? Lyra!
- Niko!
(yelling)
(thunder crashes)
(grunting)
Niko?
(clicking)
(gasps)
- (groans) Lyra?
(chirping)
- Oh, I had the worst nightmare.
Huge storm, we crashed, lost Lyra and Niko.
Crazy huh?
- I'm afraid all that happened.
You've been out cold ever since.
- It did? I was?
What are we doing here? We have to find them.
- And we will as soon as I get the ship running.
(sighs)
(chimes)
(yelling)
- Master Mandock.
We must speak with Queen Lyra at once.
- Oh, I'm having trouble hearing you. (makes static noises)
- Stop your foolishness.
Where is the queen?
- We kind of lost her. And Niko.
(laughing)
- Yes, just a little longer
and my new spell casting crystal will be forged.
What is that confounded racket?
- Ruspa and-- - Yeah?
- Must you do that while I'm working?
(caws)
Although the evil goatee is a nice touch.
- [Woman's Voice] I knew this was a bad idea.
If we don't find them, there will be grave consequences.
- Aah! It's the darkness.
It knows your plan.
- Quiet, bird brain.
It's not the darkness.
This crystal must be picking up the frequency
from a nearby optilocuter.
- [Sargas] Do you know where they are?
- Sargas the useless fool.
- [Mandock] The coordinates on my chart
put us in the Grapular region just south of the tower.
We'll likely find Niko and Lyra there.
- Not far.
Maybe they're hunting us.
- [Mandock] Well with any luck,
we'll have the complete map to the Forgotten Fortress
before Nar Est can even get there,
and won't he be in for a big surprise then.
- [Woman's Voice] Find the queen immediately.
- So that's where the amulet of power is hidden.
The Forgotten Fortress.
Funny I don't recall hearing the name,
but no matter, dark champion.
(growling)
I have a mission for you.
Rasper is going to lead you to a map.
- I am?
- You are to retrieve this map for me,
and while you're at it,
pound that half sized champion into dust.
(growls)
Niko, the brat who ruined our lives.
- Niko.
- Yes, yes very good.
Destroy! Oh, and don't forget the map.
(growls)
- Keep an eye on him.
I think he may actually have twigs for brains.
- Oh yeah.
Puzzah. Sha.
Hail Brohilda, your supreme broness.
(grunting)
- Report away, Broseph.
- Nothing tasty.
We haven't found this Queen Lyra he mentioned,
if she even exists.
- Yeah he keeps throwing down lame tales
about falling from a flying machine.
Gots to be a Thespadorian spy yo.
- Aah!
(gasps)
- The question is, Brohan,
where would those super weak lamoids
get someone who could rock a sweet mohawk like that?
- I am no spy.
If you let me down, I shall prove myself.
Oh, you have bread melons.
- So, you like bread melons, huh?
- I do not merely like bread melons, your supreme broness.
I love bread melons!
Oof!
- Prove it.
(chewing)
(burping)
There's no way you're a spy,
'cause that was totally awesome!
(cheering)
- Tell me, Brohilda,
who are these evil lameoids you speak of?
I worry my friend Lyra may be in danger
if they have found her.
- Your majesty, I am most terribly sorry
for the interrogation.
More tea?
- A thousand apologies.
- It's okay.
(grunting)
This army you're fighting sounds horrible,
but I must find Niko.
Who knows what they're doing to him
if he's been captured.
- Woe to us tormented by the slings
and herald bread melons of cretins,
but we Thespadorians will prevail, or my name isn't
Maestro Olivier Falstaff Scenechuer the third.
- Maybe we can help each other.
Tell me about your war, Maestro.
- So like, a thousand zillion years ago,
it all starts with this totally rad tower
appearing from out of nowhere.
One day, nothing. Next day, boom! Tower!
- So of course, we Thespadorians claimed the mysterious tower,
for there is drama in mystery,
and who better than we to guard it?
Do try the sweet cumber juice.
Tis divine.
- Mmm. Delightful.
- Then those dweebs say the tower is their's.
We said sha.
Na uh, tower's our's, lame wads.
- It sounds like you were well within your rights.
Am I now blasting my lats?
- You sure are little bro.
- And for thousands of years, it's ever been thus.
The entire matter is so very draining.
- Why don't you stop, then?
- And let those uppity gas bags win?
No way, no how.
- Brohilda, I believe your tower is the tower
Lyra and I have been seeking.
May we please go inside.
(crashing) - No one goes in the tower.
- No one goes in the tower.
- But why?
- Why?
- That's how we roll.
- It tis what it is.
- I thank you for your kindness.
Bread melons and crushing of abs,
but I must find my friend.
- It's danger to the max out there, bro.
We're coming with.
Those Thespadorians are totally evil.
(whistling)
(cheering)
(crashing)
- Onwe, what say you?
- I bring news from the ramparts, Maestro.
Like a loathsome plague, the enemy is on the move.
- We cannot let you face the Brovinian menace alone
in the quest to find your friend.
Let us raise the curtain and venture forth as one.
(drumming)
- Two stars sleep.
- In the tower keep.
- Lyra!
- Niko!
Oh! We came looking for you.
- And we for you.
Good that we are both found.
Now come away quickly.
We shall protect you from these lame but savage beasts.
- No you come with us away from those dangerous Brovinians.
- But those are the snapafied thespadofuses
that have caused the noble Brovinians anguish and woe.
- No, see, if the Brovinians weren't such meat heads,
this dispute could be over in a minute.
- But if your friends were not such borasants
who bigify words for no reason,
this dispute would already be over.
(cheering)
- Broseph call the doctor
because someone just got burned.
- Do you see how unreasonable they are your highness?
- I'm beginning to.
- And I also see.
First you eat a nectarune I clearly saved,
and now you side with the enemy of my brotastic new friends.
-Ugh. Niko, now you're being unreasonable.
Again.
- This is getting us nowhere, Seachewer.
Let's settle this the tried and true way.
Battle!
- [All] Battle, battle.
- Challenge accepted Brohilda.
In two minutes hence, we battle.
- Oh havoc. What have we done?
- Good to see you two.
And pertaining to your previous question,
it appears you just incited a war.
- Oh no, no, no this is bad.
Niko we really messed up.
- We have been so foolish,
and let our own arguing provoke them.
We must stop this.
- [All chanting] Battle, battle, battle, battle.
(trumpeting)
- It might be a little late for that.
May I suggest running away now?
(grunting)
[All] Ha, ha, ha!
- Please, just listen to me.
I'm sure we can work this out.
(dramatic music)
- [Both] Huh?
- Uh, what's going on here?
♪ Loading and locking, our biceps are rocking ♪
♪ Step right up bro or your heads will be knocked in ♪
♪ Since we break the metal for all time readiness ♪
♪ Win this tower the spike of fightingness ♪
♪ This tower is our sacred birth right ♪
♪ To not let us name it is very impolite ♪
♪ Plus your sobriquet's absurd ♪
♪ As fightingness is not even a word ♪
♪ Word ♪
- This is a very strange battle.
- They're singing. Why are they singing?
♪ The Fort of Contention is the tower's correct name ♪
♪ For which it has gained undeniable fame ♪
♪ We think you're wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong ♪
♪ Wrong, wrong, wrong ♪
♪ We think you're wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong ♪
- Are they fighting over the name of the tower? - I believe so.
- You know what, you guys deal this hot mess while I check the tower.
♪ We think you're wrong ♪
- I didn't think there could be any bigger waste of time
than our argument,
but it looks like I was wrong, wrong, wrong.
- We must put our dispute behind us and work together
so we may help them with theirs.
- Hold on a second. Listen to me.
I have something important to tell you.
Why won't they listen?
- Perhaps you need to sing what you'd like to say.
- Oh, I'm not good at singing.
- Try, Lyra. Stopping them from fighting
is also the only way to get inside the tower.
♪ We think you're wrong ♪
♪ Listen tight ♪
♪ You shouldn't fight ♪
♪ On you both it's been a blight ♪
♪ To disagree for a name is kind of trite ♪
♪ Wrong, we think you're wrong ♪
♪ We think you're wrong ♪
♪ We think you're ♪
- Again, Lyra, I shall accompany you
on the harpsichord of light for maximum effect.
♪ You've been fighting for far too long ♪
♪ Look how well you sing this pretty great song ♪
♪ Stop your selves from being cruel ♪
♪ And a solution I'm confident you can... ♪
- Rule!
- Can't do that, bro.
This is all we know.
- Anguish and woe.
♪ How about you smile ♪
♪ Smile more instead of glower ♪
♪ Turn your back on this, this tower ♪
♪ Of sour ♪
♪ I'd like to make peace, dear Brohilda ♪
♪ To get past our tower of sour ♪
♪ Perhaps you would concur ♪
♪ The perfect time to do so is right now ♪
♪ As an end to our dispute, that's sensible comendable ♪
♪ In fact we all think that is thoroughly acceptable ♪
♪ We've been all fighting many years, many hours ♪
♪ And what do we get ♪
♪ The tower of sour ♪
♪ Grow ♪
- So, can we go inside now?
- [Both] No one goes in the tower.
- Why not?
Are we not all friends now?
- They mean no one goes in the tower
because there's no door to the tower.
There's no actual way in.
- Sha! How didn't you get that?
- But if what you seek inside is of such import then,
in the spirit of our new peace and for dramatic imagery,
let us topple the tower.
(thundering)
- What was that?
(crashing)
(grunting)
-Ha ha! Show time.
(growling)
- New question.
What is that?
(growls)
- Perhaps it has come to help.
(yelling)
- How rude.
- That's like totally lame, bro.
Use your words.
(grunts)
- Get back. This thing is no friend.
(roars)
(chanting)
(yelling)
- Are you okay?
- Yes, I was not ready.
Darkness.
(roars)
You are filled with darkness.
I must cure you of your plague.
Darkness be gone.
You are filled with darkness.
Yet you could not be cured.
(both yelling)
- Niko, look! The light and dark.
It's breaking the tower.
- Then I shall do more of that.
(panting)
(roaring)
(yelling)
- That was unexpected.
- Dude.
- The second map piece.
Fly, Lyra, fly.
I can't do it.
- Don't worry your majesty.
The master of coin is on the case.
- I will defeat you, dark bro.
Ha.
- Let clay head do the bashing.
I'll take the prize. Caw!
(panting)
- Rasper. He's after the map.
(yelling)
Brohondle coming through!
Hello, beautiful.
(yelling)
Niko time to leave.
- Oh, boy.
Nar Est is not going to be happy about this.
- I saw that awful bird, Rasper, flying away.
This has to be Nar Est's doing.
- My power had no effect on that darkened beast.
I could not cure him.
- On the bright side, we did get this.
- Queen Lyra. Champion Niko.
Terrible foe that beast was, uniting our people against it
has further shown us how petty we have been.
- Talk about a giant time suck.
- Niko and I know the feeling.
(Niko yells)
Niko!
- Niko.
- Niko!
- Niko get up.
You have to get up.
(groaning)
Run!
(roars)
(dramatic music)
Chirp.