Slugterrainea s01e31 Episode Script
Keys to the Kingdom
1 1x31 - Keys to the Kingdom Okay.
What part of "Pronto must never go home to Molemound" did you not understand? [GASPS.]
Trixie: "Mole up," Pronto.
We have more urgent matters to attend to.
[GRUNTS.]
[GROANS.]
[DRONING.]
Huh? If these people don't move, someone's gonna get hurt.
Molenoids of Molemound, for your safety, please take cover and leave El Diablos Nacho to the Shane Gang! [GROWLS.]
Ugh! Why aren't the Molenoids concerned for their safety? Pronto is not like other Molenoids.
They see what they want to see.
And there is only one of us in danger here Me! [GRUNTS.]
You can't outrun your past, Pronto.
[GROANS.]
[GROWLS.]
But whatever you did hear couldn't have been that bad.
[GRUNTS.]
Trixie: Incoming! Ahh! It's our King! [EXCITED CHATTERING.]
Hail King Pronto! All: Pronto is their King? [SHEEPISH CHUCKLING.]
Slugterra! [CHIRPS.]
[TITLE MUSIC.]
Slugterra! Slugterra! Pronto's their King? No wonder he refers to himself in the third person.
And has delusions of grandeur! Uh, guys? Did the underground say why Blakk sent Nacho to Molemound? Nope.
What are Molenoids known for? - Weak eyes.
- Blocked pores.
- Largest collection of maps in Slugterra.
- Pasty complexions? Oh, wait.
That last one [GRUNTS.]
[ALL GASPING.]
Score another win for the Shane Gang.
[GRUNTS.]
- Nacho's gone.
- But he was kicking our butts.
- Why would he run? - Kord: 'Cause he's smart enough to know - he wouldn't get another lucky shot in.
- Pronto: Uh-oh! [WHIMPERS.]
Uh [STAMMERING.]
Ugh, he'll be impossible to live with now.
At least his majesty doesn't refer to himself - with the royal "we.
" - Don't give him any ideas.
Surely you jest.
Pronto would never put on airs.
As heir to the Molemound throne, you must take it.
- Huh? - Hmm.
Guys, Nacho left a trail we could follow all the way across Slugterra.
Peh! That is not the way out of Molemound.
That is the Path to Wisdom.
Which leads to the Vault of Knowledge? [SIGHS.]
The repository of all Molenoid information.
Including the Mappae Mundi, the famed Molenoid map of everything? - Everything? - Every cavern, tunnel, bridge, shortcut and hidey-hole in Slugterra.
That's gotta be what Dr.
Blakk sent Nacho here to find.
If I'm right about Blakk being in league with the Darkbane, that map could give him other routes to the Deep Caverns.
We can't allow that.
Lucky thing "King" Pronto could order his whole army after Nacho.
No, the Molenoid King doesn't command armies.
[ALL GASP.]
He serves his people paw-and-foot, 25/7.
Eight years backlog, and those toilets ain't gonna plunge themselves.
[LAUGHING.]
- Pronto is not amused.
- Listen, not to worry, folks, the Shane Gang will take on Nacho and save your Mappae Mundi.
[ALL GASPING.]
Pronto, you can sort this "King" stuff out later, but Nacho has a big head start and we need to move! That life is over now, Your Highness.
Now that you have finally returned to us, you must face up to your obligations.
Oh! Well, there you go.
That's it, you see.
And we call it! Wall-to-wall adventures right through the middle of the next decade.
So, you know, there's that.
And if I'm going to find Nacho and save your map, I need my talented tracker! Yes! [MOLENOIDS GASPING.]
[SIGHS.]
Sire, you may draw your friends a map to the map.
[SIGHS.]
Here, here.
[MUMBLING.]
We are here, it is there.
[SNIFFLING.]
[BRAKES SCREECHING.]
Hmm.
We're playing catch-up.
- "Ignorance is bliss.
" - Molenoid motto.
Eli: Well, our bliss requires Blakk's ignorance.
After you.
This can't be right.
Well, he did just scribble that thing together in three seconds.
- Seriously? - If this is the Path to Wisdom, no wonder the Molenoids prefer ignorance! Eli: We could have really used Pronto to get through this maze.
[IMPATIENT MUTTERING.]
Sorry, but today is "random complaints" day.
Come back tomorrow for "wardrobe malfunctions.
" [SIGHS.]
Is this Pronto's destiny, to spend my days ruling over the most boring matters in all of Slugterra? And your evenings repairing everything that needs fixing around here.
Ohh! I don't want to be King! You will not have to worry about that for long.
Eli: No trace of Nacho, must be pretty far ahead.
- We need to pick up the pace.
- How's Nacho know where to go? Trixie: We have Pronto's map.
What does Nacho have? Ask him.
[GRUNTS.]
[GROANS.]
[SNARLS.]
I thought we were goners.
Must be dumb luck we got away.
Uh, any guesses? Maps always have a riddle or cleverly hidden clue to point the way in cases like this.
Now let me see, how would Pronto think? Eli: Found it.
[BOTH GASP.]
[SIGHS.]
It says "one hundred" right on the pack.
But I only count 98.
Yeah? Well, once I got 92.
Cry me a river.
Next! My co-worker looked at me funny.
There! [PANTING.]
She's doing it again! [SIGHS.]
I now pronounce you man and wife.
Next! My faucet's been dripping for the last 2,927 days, and you have to fix it, Your Majesty.
6:00 on the dot, don't be late! [YELPS.]
And don't track in dirt like the last King.
Which reminds me.
Bring a mop! What is wrong with us? Don't we Molenoids know how to do anything? My liege, they are not used to thinking for themselves.
That's always been the King's job.
Ignorance is bliss, right? But I don't have to tell you that.
Unless you think I should.
I mean, you are the King.
What do you think I should do? [HEAVY GROAN.]
- We're supposed to keep climbing.
- Yeah? Well, we ain't climbing that.
You're right, we're going to have to float up.
[PANTS AND GRUNTS.]
[ZAPPING.]
Trixie: It's Nacho! [GRUNTS.]
Whoa! [GROANS.]
- Guys, Nacho's going the wrong way.
- Maybe he knows a shortcut? Yeah.
Maybe we should follow Nacho.
Eli: No.
[ALL GRUNTING.]
Eli: Sealed.
We're here first.
Huh.
I was expecting it to be, you know, grander.
Now how do we get in? The doors are covered in smolten.
Remember this guy? [SQUEAKS.]
Your Forgesmelter! Perfect! [SQUEAKS.]
Boys: Wow! Trixie: Look at all this stuff.
Well, dig in.
[SIGHS.]
You see, she says po-tay-to, and I say po-tah-to.
That's it! I am calling this whole thing off! [GRUNTS.]
I quit! But, Majesty, [STAMMERS.]
the law is very clear.
[CAT YOWLING.]
- His Majesty can quit - Huh? But first he must find a volunteer to take his place.
Oh, but no one's foolish enough to volunteer for this! If it is foolish to desire a life of service to one's people, call me a fool.
- But I volunteer! - Sedo! My life.
Long.
Nemesis! It is my honor to pick up the Mole King mantle and hereby lay claim to the kingship! [STAMMERS.]
I unquit! [ALL GASP.]
- And you are? - You know full well that I am Pronto, the mole who humiliated you in the Slug Run.
Humiliated? This does not ring a bell.
Okay! Maybe this will clear the wax from your ears.
Pronto, former heir to the Molemound throne, and now your King! Ah, yes, you wear the crown of the King.
A little big for you, no? We think perhaps it would fit us better.
[MUMBLES AND GASPS.]
The royal "We"? No! How dare you presume to be like Pronto.
We Us?! Then we challenge you for the Kingdom.
[ALL GASPING.]
- He can do that? - Um - It is all very legal, I assure you.
- Indeed, the challenge must be met or Sedo, unopposed, shall become our new King! [ALL GASP.]
Then, His Highness accepts your challenge! - Slugs at five paces! - And may the best mole win.
Not if Pronto has his way.
[DRUM ROLLS.]
His Majesty was challenged and so has first pick.
Hmm.
Hmm! You knew I would go for the shiny one, so perhaps this is what you wish me to do.
Therefore, I should choose the other.
But you are a crafty opponent and you know Pronto is smart and would think many moves ahead, ha-ha! And so you must really want me to choose the shiny one.
Or do you? Ha! You think you can outwit your King by making him doubt himself.
But it is I who have outwitted you, my wily Nemesis.
You choose first! Don't ask me why, but I honestly thought you'd go for the other one.
[ALL PLAYING.]
Royal secretary: Five paces, turn, and duel.
One, two, three, four, five.
Huh? [WHIMPERS.]
Huh.
- Find something? - Not the map.
Something else.
Can we hurry up before Nacho realizes his mistake? [EXPLOSION.]
Ugh.
He's already here.
Thanks for leading the way.
Us? You were a step ahead the whole time! No.
He wasn't.
He tailed us! It was an elaborate fake-out, and we fell for it.
Now hand over the map.
Don't have it, but if you want to help us search, we could use the extra hands.
[SQUEAKS.]
- I prefer to work alone.
- Guys, grab onto something! [GRUNTS.]
Yoo-hoo! King "What's your face," come out and face me like a mole! [GRUNTS.]
Get in! [GUN ZAPS.]
Ahh! Ha! I shall smite you with my kingly might! [GASPS.]
[YELPS.]
[YELPING.]
[GRUNTS.]
- Eli: That's it! - What's it? [GRUNTING.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GROANS.]
[CHIRPS.]
[GUN POWERING UP.]
- Ahh! - Whoa! Eli! Run! Surrender, scoundrel! Sedo does not know the meaning of the word! Then as King, I shall work to improve the schools.
[BORED CHIRPS.]
[YAWNING.]
[SNORING.]
I Oh [BOTH SNORING.]
- Hand it over.
- What does Blakk want with it? [SQUEAKS.]
[GASP.]
This slug has caused me a lot of trouble.
Hand me the map, or it's paste.
[CHIRPS.]
Stop! Take it.
But whatever Blakk has planned, - he won't get away with it! - Eli, don't! Sorry, Trix.
It's the only way! Buzzsaw, help them out.
Kord: Guys, this place is coming down! [ALL GROANING.]
[MUMBLES.]
Ha-ha! [ALL GASP.]
You would not blast an unarmed mole! Say my name, or smell the consequences.
[GROWLS.]
Your name, little mole, is Toast.
[GROANING.]
[SHRIEKS.]
[ALL GASP.]
[WHIMPERS.]
You remind me of someone.
A nosey little mole whose interference put me in the red with Blakk.
- Yes! That was me! - Hmm.
I think not.
A mole that stands in my way would be much more imposing.
[WHIMPERING.]
- That's it.
I quit.
- But of course you do.
[SCREAMING.]
[PANTING.]
Ohh.
[PANTING.]
[COUGHING.]
- So, the sum total of Molenoid history.
- Yeah.
That can't be good.
- Plus, Nacho got the map.
- Actually he's not the only one who knows how to pull a bait-and-switch.
[CHUCKLES.]
Confidentially, I hope your friends beat Nacho to the Mappae Mundi.
Then it will be my pleasure, and not that brutish fellow's, to hand the map over to Dr.
Blakk.
Dr.
Blakk? Yes, my benefactor has given me a second chance to be his second chance.
And with Dr.
Blakk's backing, this King won't be clearing drains and settling petty squabbles for the "little moles.
" That tears it! I unquit! Uh-uh.
No take backs.
Aha, but I had my fingers crossed when I said, "I quit.
" Ha, ha! It does not count! Ah! Huh? [ALL GASP.]
[YELPING.]
Ah, the finger-cross double-cross.
Curse that Molenoid rule! [ALL GASP.]
He attacked our royal personage.
Justice demands that we whack this mole! Wha The royal "We"? [PEOPLE APPROACHING.]
Folks, really sorry, but your people's history is History.
[CROWD MURMURING.]
- Huh? - Ha-ha! - Oh, no! - Ah, yes! [LAUGHING.]
[COUGHS.]
[PEOPLE SCREAMING.]
A somewhat indirect smiting, Your Majesty? Yes, another senseless victim of secondhand smote.
- Oh, no.
- Eli? The Mappae Mundi, Your Majesty.
It holds dangerous secrets.
I urge you to destroy it, so Dr.
Blakk can never come after it again.
You want me to eliminate the last surviving fragment of Molenoid history? - Can I do that? - Actually, you can.
The missing chapter of the Book of Molemound.
It's been lost for ages! Ah! What-the-hey! Ignorance is bliss, right? Burpy? So, what does the new chapter say about the King going on adventures with his friends? Maybe It says that if the King is absent or unable to perform his duties as required, - he must appoint a proxy.
- Aha! Then I dub thee, Sedo, Keeper of the Keys, Royal Stopper of Leaks, and Decider of All Things Squabbly and Petty.
Of course, questions of Molemound policy will remain with the King.
Me.
You you - You! - "Majesty" will do.
Although I would have accepted "my liege" and/or "Your Highness.
" Nacho really played us.
We're too predictable.
- So we'll change up our game.
- That's not what bothers me.
The Mappae Mundi didn't just point the way to the Deep Caverns, it marked the location of the drop.
What if Blakk doesn't want to go deeper, what if he's searching for a way to the surface? Yeah, but since the one-and-only copy of the map is toast, Blakk's not going anywhere.
Right? Hey, if you destroyed the original map, what does Nacho have? Huh? [SCREAMING.]
What part of "Pronto must never go home to Molemound" did you not understand? [GASPS.]
Trixie: "Mole up," Pronto.
We have more urgent matters to attend to.
[GRUNTS.]
[GROANS.]
[DRONING.]
Huh? If these people don't move, someone's gonna get hurt.
Molenoids of Molemound, for your safety, please take cover and leave El Diablos Nacho to the Shane Gang! [GROWLS.]
Ugh! Why aren't the Molenoids concerned for their safety? Pronto is not like other Molenoids.
They see what they want to see.
And there is only one of us in danger here Me! [GRUNTS.]
You can't outrun your past, Pronto.
[GROANS.]
[GROWLS.]
But whatever you did hear couldn't have been that bad.
[GRUNTS.]
Trixie: Incoming! Ahh! It's our King! [EXCITED CHATTERING.]
Hail King Pronto! All: Pronto is their King? [SHEEPISH CHUCKLING.]
Slugterra! [CHIRPS.]
[TITLE MUSIC.]
Slugterra! Slugterra! Pronto's their King? No wonder he refers to himself in the third person.
And has delusions of grandeur! Uh, guys? Did the underground say why Blakk sent Nacho to Molemound? Nope.
What are Molenoids known for? - Weak eyes.
- Blocked pores.
- Largest collection of maps in Slugterra.
- Pasty complexions? Oh, wait.
That last one [GRUNTS.]
[ALL GASPING.]
Score another win for the Shane Gang.
[GRUNTS.]
- Nacho's gone.
- But he was kicking our butts.
- Why would he run? - Kord: 'Cause he's smart enough to know - he wouldn't get another lucky shot in.
- Pronto: Uh-oh! [WHIMPERS.]
Uh [STAMMERING.]
Ugh, he'll be impossible to live with now.
At least his majesty doesn't refer to himself - with the royal "we.
" - Don't give him any ideas.
Surely you jest.
Pronto would never put on airs.
As heir to the Molemound throne, you must take it.
- Huh? - Hmm.
Guys, Nacho left a trail we could follow all the way across Slugterra.
Peh! That is not the way out of Molemound.
That is the Path to Wisdom.
Which leads to the Vault of Knowledge? [SIGHS.]
The repository of all Molenoid information.
Including the Mappae Mundi, the famed Molenoid map of everything? - Everything? - Every cavern, tunnel, bridge, shortcut and hidey-hole in Slugterra.
That's gotta be what Dr.
Blakk sent Nacho here to find.
If I'm right about Blakk being in league with the Darkbane, that map could give him other routes to the Deep Caverns.
We can't allow that.
Lucky thing "King" Pronto could order his whole army after Nacho.
No, the Molenoid King doesn't command armies.
[ALL GASP.]
He serves his people paw-and-foot, 25/7.
Eight years backlog, and those toilets ain't gonna plunge themselves.
[LAUGHING.]
- Pronto is not amused.
- Listen, not to worry, folks, the Shane Gang will take on Nacho and save your Mappae Mundi.
[ALL GASPING.]
Pronto, you can sort this "King" stuff out later, but Nacho has a big head start and we need to move! That life is over now, Your Highness.
Now that you have finally returned to us, you must face up to your obligations.
Oh! Well, there you go.
That's it, you see.
And we call it! Wall-to-wall adventures right through the middle of the next decade.
So, you know, there's that.
And if I'm going to find Nacho and save your map, I need my talented tracker! Yes! [MOLENOIDS GASPING.]
[SIGHS.]
Sire, you may draw your friends a map to the map.
[SIGHS.]
Here, here.
[MUMBLING.]
We are here, it is there.
[SNIFFLING.]
[BRAKES SCREECHING.]
Hmm.
We're playing catch-up.
- "Ignorance is bliss.
" - Molenoid motto.
Eli: Well, our bliss requires Blakk's ignorance.
After you.
This can't be right.
Well, he did just scribble that thing together in three seconds.
- Seriously? - If this is the Path to Wisdom, no wonder the Molenoids prefer ignorance! Eli: We could have really used Pronto to get through this maze.
[IMPATIENT MUTTERING.]
Sorry, but today is "random complaints" day.
Come back tomorrow for "wardrobe malfunctions.
" [SIGHS.]
Is this Pronto's destiny, to spend my days ruling over the most boring matters in all of Slugterra? And your evenings repairing everything that needs fixing around here.
Ohh! I don't want to be King! You will not have to worry about that for long.
Eli: No trace of Nacho, must be pretty far ahead.
- We need to pick up the pace.
- How's Nacho know where to go? Trixie: We have Pronto's map.
What does Nacho have? Ask him.
[GRUNTS.]
[GROANS.]
[SNARLS.]
I thought we were goners.
Must be dumb luck we got away.
Uh, any guesses? Maps always have a riddle or cleverly hidden clue to point the way in cases like this.
Now let me see, how would Pronto think? Eli: Found it.
[BOTH GASP.]
[SIGHS.]
It says "one hundred" right on the pack.
But I only count 98.
Yeah? Well, once I got 92.
Cry me a river.
Next! My co-worker looked at me funny.
There! [PANTING.]
She's doing it again! [SIGHS.]
I now pronounce you man and wife.
Next! My faucet's been dripping for the last 2,927 days, and you have to fix it, Your Majesty.
6:00 on the dot, don't be late! [YELPS.]
And don't track in dirt like the last King.
Which reminds me.
Bring a mop! What is wrong with us? Don't we Molenoids know how to do anything? My liege, they are not used to thinking for themselves.
That's always been the King's job.
Ignorance is bliss, right? But I don't have to tell you that.
Unless you think I should.
I mean, you are the King.
What do you think I should do? [HEAVY GROAN.]
- We're supposed to keep climbing.
- Yeah? Well, we ain't climbing that.
You're right, we're going to have to float up.
[PANTS AND GRUNTS.]
[ZAPPING.]
Trixie: It's Nacho! [GRUNTS.]
Whoa! [GROANS.]
- Guys, Nacho's going the wrong way.
- Maybe he knows a shortcut? Yeah.
Maybe we should follow Nacho.
Eli: No.
[ALL GRUNTING.]
Eli: Sealed.
We're here first.
Huh.
I was expecting it to be, you know, grander.
Now how do we get in? The doors are covered in smolten.
Remember this guy? [SQUEAKS.]
Your Forgesmelter! Perfect! [SQUEAKS.]
Boys: Wow! Trixie: Look at all this stuff.
Well, dig in.
[SIGHS.]
You see, she says po-tay-to, and I say po-tah-to.
That's it! I am calling this whole thing off! [GRUNTS.]
I quit! But, Majesty, [STAMMERS.]
the law is very clear.
[CAT YOWLING.]
- His Majesty can quit - Huh? But first he must find a volunteer to take his place.
Oh, but no one's foolish enough to volunteer for this! If it is foolish to desire a life of service to one's people, call me a fool.
- But I volunteer! - Sedo! My life.
Long.
Nemesis! It is my honor to pick up the Mole King mantle and hereby lay claim to the kingship! [STAMMERS.]
I unquit! [ALL GASP.]
- And you are? - You know full well that I am Pronto, the mole who humiliated you in the Slug Run.
Humiliated? This does not ring a bell.
Okay! Maybe this will clear the wax from your ears.
Pronto, former heir to the Molemound throne, and now your King! Ah, yes, you wear the crown of the King.
A little big for you, no? We think perhaps it would fit us better.
[MUMBLES AND GASPS.]
The royal "We"? No! How dare you presume to be like Pronto.
We Us?! Then we challenge you for the Kingdom.
[ALL GASPING.]
- He can do that? - Um - It is all very legal, I assure you.
- Indeed, the challenge must be met or Sedo, unopposed, shall become our new King! [ALL GASP.]
Then, His Highness accepts your challenge! - Slugs at five paces! - And may the best mole win.
Not if Pronto has his way.
[DRUM ROLLS.]
His Majesty was challenged and so has first pick.
Hmm.
Hmm! You knew I would go for the shiny one, so perhaps this is what you wish me to do.
Therefore, I should choose the other.
But you are a crafty opponent and you know Pronto is smart and would think many moves ahead, ha-ha! And so you must really want me to choose the shiny one.
Or do you? Ha! You think you can outwit your King by making him doubt himself.
But it is I who have outwitted you, my wily Nemesis.
You choose first! Don't ask me why, but I honestly thought you'd go for the other one.
[ALL PLAYING.]
Royal secretary: Five paces, turn, and duel.
One, two, three, four, five.
Huh? [WHIMPERS.]
Huh.
- Find something? - Not the map.
Something else.
Can we hurry up before Nacho realizes his mistake? [EXPLOSION.]
Ugh.
He's already here.
Thanks for leading the way.
Us? You were a step ahead the whole time! No.
He wasn't.
He tailed us! It was an elaborate fake-out, and we fell for it.
Now hand over the map.
Don't have it, but if you want to help us search, we could use the extra hands.
[SQUEAKS.]
- I prefer to work alone.
- Guys, grab onto something! [GRUNTS.]
Yoo-hoo! King "What's your face," come out and face me like a mole! [GRUNTS.]
Get in! [GUN ZAPS.]
Ahh! Ha! I shall smite you with my kingly might! [GASPS.]
[YELPS.]
[YELPING.]
[GRUNTS.]
- Eli: That's it! - What's it? [GRUNTING.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GROANS.]
[CHIRPS.]
[GUN POWERING UP.]
- Ahh! - Whoa! Eli! Run! Surrender, scoundrel! Sedo does not know the meaning of the word! Then as King, I shall work to improve the schools.
[BORED CHIRPS.]
[YAWNING.]
[SNORING.]
I Oh [BOTH SNORING.]
- Hand it over.
- What does Blakk want with it? [SQUEAKS.]
[GASP.]
This slug has caused me a lot of trouble.
Hand me the map, or it's paste.
[CHIRPS.]
Stop! Take it.
But whatever Blakk has planned, - he won't get away with it! - Eli, don't! Sorry, Trix.
It's the only way! Buzzsaw, help them out.
Kord: Guys, this place is coming down! [ALL GROANING.]
[MUMBLES.]
Ha-ha! [ALL GASP.]
You would not blast an unarmed mole! Say my name, or smell the consequences.
[GROWLS.]
Your name, little mole, is Toast.
[GROANING.]
[SHRIEKS.]
[ALL GASP.]
[WHIMPERS.]
You remind me of someone.
A nosey little mole whose interference put me in the red with Blakk.
- Yes! That was me! - Hmm.
I think not.
A mole that stands in my way would be much more imposing.
[WHIMPERING.]
- That's it.
I quit.
- But of course you do.
[SCREAMING.]
[PANTING.]
Ohh.
[PANTING.]
[COUGHING.]
- So, the sum total of Molenoid history.
- Yeah.
That can't be good.
- Plus, Nacho got the map.
- Actually he's not the only one who knows how to pull a bait-and-switch.
[CHUCKLES.]
Confidentially, I hope your friends beat Nacho to the Mappae Mundi.
Then it will be my pleasure, and not that brutish fellow's, to hand the map over to Dr.
Blakk.
Dr.
Blakk? Yes, my benefactor has given me a second chance to be his second chance.
And with Dr.
Blakk's backing, this King won't be clearing drains and settling petty squabbles for the "little moles.
" That tears it! I unquit! Uh-uh.
No take backs.
Aha, but I had my fingers crossed when I said, "I quit.
" Ha, ha! It does not count! Ah! Huh? [ALL GASP.]
[YELPING.]
Ah, the finger-cross double-cross.
Curse that Molenoid rule! [ALL GASP.]
He attacked our royal personage.
Justice demands that we whack this mole! Wha The royal "We"? [PEOPLE APPROACHING.]
Folks, really sorry, but your people's history is History.
[CROWD MURMURING.]
- Huh? - Ha-ha! - Oh, no! - Ah, yes! [LAUGHING.]
[COUGHS.]
[PEOPLE SCREAMING.]
A somewhat indirect smiting, Your Majesty? Yes, another senseless victim of secondhand smote.
- Oh, no.
- Eli? The Mappae Mundi, Your Majesty.
It holds dangerous secrets.
I urge you to destroy it, so Dr.
Blakk can never come after it again.
You want me to eliminate the last surviving fragment of Molenoid history? - Can I do that? - Actually, you can.
The missing chapter of the Book of Molemound.
It's been lost for ages! Ah! What-the-hey! Ignorance is bliss, right? Burpy? So, what does the new chapter say about the King going on adventures with his friends? Maybe It says that if the King is absent or unable to perform his duties as required, - he must appoint a proxy.
- Aha! Then I dub thee, Sedo, Keeper of the Keys, Royal Stopper of Leaks, and Decider of All Things Squabbly and Petty.
Of course, questions of Molemound policy will remain with the King.
Me.
You you - You! - "Majesty" will do.
Although I would have accepted "my liege" and/or "Your Highness.
" Nacho really played us.
We're too predictable.
- So we'll change up our game.
- That's not what bothers me.
The Mappae Mundi didn't just point the way to the Deep Caverns, it marked the location of the drop.
What if Blakk doesn't want to go deeper, what if he's searching for a way to the surface? Yeah, but since the one-and-only copy of the map is toast, Blakk's not going anywhere.
Right? Hey, if you destroyed the original map, what does Nacho have? Huh? [SCREAMING.]