Max and the Midknights (2024) s01e04 Episode Script

1
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Come on,
the clock is ticking.
We've gotta save Uncle Budrick
from getting executed.
[sneaky music]
According to our intel,
he's in the dungeon
being guarded by
Gastley's executioner.
[panting]
Do we really want to face
an executioner?
It's like his job to
cut people's heads off!
Oh, that sounds pretty cool.
I mean, when it's not
your uncle's head, Max.
Thanks, Millie.
- My map says this way.
- Let's go!
♪
[grunts]
- [echoing]
Wow, it's so big!
- And Gastley's so short.
- [bleats]
[exciting rock music]
- Lot of people telling me
what I should be ♪
But I want to make
my own destiny ♪
Got a feeling that
it might be time for me ♪
To find my own way ♪
'Cause I can feel it
in my heart ♪
It takes a lot to be brave,
but just a little to start ♪
Let's go take
a million chances ♪
Let's go change
our circumstances ♪
I'm gonna write my own story
and the hero is me ♪
♪
[flames whoosh]
[ominous music]
- Kevyn, which way
to the dungeon?
- Uh, I seem to have
misplaced my--
huh?
[gasps]
Give me back my map,
you even-toed ungulate!
- [gulps, burps]
- Ah! Ugh.
- Great! How are we supposed to
find the dungeon now?
- Well, what goes in
must come out.
- [farts, bleats]
- Ugh!
- Not to worry. I can take
one glance at something,
and the image is forever
burned in my brain.
- So you're saying you remember
exactly what was on the map?
- Right down to
the tiniest detail.
[footsteps approaching]
[all gasp]
- Someone's coming.
Quick, hide!
[suspenseful rock music]
♪
[door creaks]
Oi, anyone in here?
♪
[gasps]
- [sneezes] - Ah!
Hey!
- Greetings.
- Howdy!
[gasps]
[grunts]
[crashes]
Huh?
- Everyone run!
- Huh?
[grunting]
- [bleats]
- Hey, get back here!
[bleats]
Quick, over there!
[guards yelling]
[bleats]
I beg your pardon, Max.
That sneeze caught me
by surprise.
- It caught me on the arm.
- It's OK, Kevyn.
The more important thing
is figuring out
how to shake these guards.
- How are the kids doing now,
Mumblin?
[whooshing]
[screaming]
Uh, not good.
[bleating]
- She says, "you all go.
I'll distract the guards."
- Wait.
Simon, you can speak sheep?
- Huh. I guess I can.
- [bleats]
- She says,
"Trust me, it's the only way.
"And also, my name isn't Doris.
It's Roberta.
"Doris was my mom's name,
"and well, we just never
got along that well.
Mothers and daughters,
am I right?"
[guards grunting]
- Let me help you.
- Hey!
- [bleats]
- Hey, Doris--I mean, Roberta.
- [bleats]
- I don't mean to interrupt,
- but we really gotta go.
- [bleats]
- She says,
"goodbye, my friends.
"If we don't meet again
in this life,
we'll meet in the next."
Man, that's heavy.
[bleats]
[guards grunting]
[whimpers]
- [laughs]
Oh, well, look at this.
- It's just a cute little sheep.
- [snaps, growls]
[guards screaming]
[bleats]
[groaning]
Oh, ugh!
Guard!
[footsteps approaching]
You bellowed, Your Highness?
Did we wet the bed again?
- [sputtering] I don't--
I-- no!
Is it execution time yet?
I get so excited the night
before an execution.
They're my favorite things
in the whole wide world.
Sorry, Your Majesty.
It's still six hours
until sunrise.
I can't wait. Alert everyone.
I want to do the execution now!
Oh, but first,
I have to figure out
what to wear.
- I hope Doris--
I mean, Roberta is OK.
Don't worry, Simon.
She may be soft on the outside.
But on the inside?
Steel wool, baby.
Kevyn, are we close?
It should be just ahead.
Hmm.
This corridor is much shorter
than my map suggested,
and I don't remember this wall
being here.
[knocks]
[yelps]
[snoring] Tulips.
- Gonna go ahead and assume
that's the executioner.
Whoa. Look at that axe.
Must touch it.
- A-bup-bup!
No.
OK.
Now we just need to--
uh, where the heck is Kevyn?
[ominous music]
Max? Hello?
[whimpers]
- I hope you brought
my slippers.
Coming, Sire.
[gasps, whimpers]
Hmm. Hmm.
[yelps]
- My toesies are fr--
guard?
- All right.
I'm here now, Your Highness.
[snores]
Should we look for Kevyn?
We've come this far.
Let's spring
Uncle Budrick first,
and then we'll go find Kevyn.
Now, let's see.
What shall I wear
for the execution?
- I don't have
the foggiest idea, Sire.
- Nor do I.
But maybe a song would help.
[clears throat]
A king must always
look his best ♪
It's his royal duty
to be well-dressed ♪
Yet there's an event
where his finest attire ♪
Must be nothing
short of fire ♪
Fashion must be
on full display ♪
That day is here,
Execution Day ♪
[rock music]
Hmm, what to wear,
what to wear? ♪
Wear this tunic, do I dare? ♪
Maybe I'd look even better ♪
In this funny
Christmas sweater ♪
Is this cloak the solution? ♪
No, I wore it to
the last execution.
What to wear, what to wear? ♪
Oh, this shirt,
au contraire ♪
Yes, I know
I'd be a real suave stud ♪
But I don't want it covered
in someone's blood ♪
One might wonder
why I care so much ♪
Frankly, I use clothes as
a bit of a crutch ♪
When I was born,
the doctor said steadfastly ♪
"Look at this baby,
ooh, how Gastley" ♪
Conrad, the charming one,
I became the jealous son ♪
I wouldn't have
the shoulder chip ♪
If my brother wasn't so hip ♪
I dress myself to
push the pain away ♪
If only I could dress for
his Execution Day ♪
What to wear,
oh, skunk hair? ♪
Ugh! I'd look better
in my underwear ♪
When that fool is on
the chopping block ♪
My outfit,
it must truly rock ♪
I've looked through
all these closet rows ♪
It seems I hate
all of my clothes ♪
I have no choice,
I must dispose ♪
- of them!
- Ah!
- And so the question grows
and grows and grows ♪
What to wear? ♪
Oh, this is nice.
We didn't even need the song.
[claps]
Now I must accessorize.
Bring me
the royal scarf collection!
All right, boys,
"scarf collection" on three.
A-one, a-two, a-three.
Scarf! ♪
[grunts, screams]
[loud thump]
Ow.
Hmm?
[sweeping music]
[gasps]
[excited giggling]
Sweet mother of knowledge!
Your scarves, Sire.
- Ugh, finally!
Bring them here.
- Uh, Sire,
I've just received word that
Fendra would like to
speak with you.
Ugh, now?
Doesn't she know I'm preparing
for an execution?
[rock music]
- We can't just sit here
and do nothing.
The kids need our help.
[grunts]
- [gasps]
Oh, my! Homemade grenades?
- A few of these sprinkled
around the castle
would have the place in chaos.
- That would give us time to--
- Oh, my, my, my!
- That's much too risky!
- Hmph.
Like I always say,
go big or go home.
- Ah! Actually, madam,
that gives me an idea.
Maybe, just maybe,
we can go big and go home.
[both gasp]
- all: Hm?
- [snoring]
- The key we need
is around his neck.
[snoring]
[suspenseful music]
Mommy, I don't want to go
to executioners' school.
I want to be a florist.
Uhwhatever you want, son.
Now go beddy-bye.
[keys jangle]
- OK, nghty-night, Mommy.
[snores]
[gasping]
- Ah!
[sighs]
[gasps] Huh?
- [snores]
- [exhales]
- Hey, Larry, wake up!
The big guy wants to
kill the jester now.
- Chop-chop, literally!
- [gasps]
- [laughs]
See what I did there?
- [snorts awake]
I'm coming.
What the--hey, what's going on?
I can't see.
That's it, I'm gonna use it.
I'm gonna use it!
[grunts]
Why is this axe so heavy?
[grunting]
Oh, haha!
- I'm gonna use it!
- Nice and easy.
- That's it.
- [crazed breathing]
[laughs nervously]
- Come on.
- [grunts]
[lock clicks]
Uncle Budrick, we're here!
[scary music]
Ah!
Oh, no, we're too late!
Your uncle's
already decomposed!
- Millie, Millie,
that isn't Uncle Budrick.
None of these are.
Thenwhere is he?
What if I'm too late?
What if Uncle Budrick's--
- Max, look!
It's an escape tunnel.
Your Uncle Budrick must've
gone through here.
- Oh, gosh.
Dude, why didn't you tell us?
- [gasps]
Simon, you're right. Let's go!
[rock music]
[breathing excitedly]
Ah, what a treasure trove!
[giggles]
Think of all of the wisdom that
resides on these shelves!
[grunting]
Huh.
[coughs]
And to think Gastley uses it
merely as
a personal trash heap.
[book thumps]
Huh, how curious.
Huh. "Book of Prophecies"?
[gasps]
I simply must have you
for my collection!
[footsteps approaching]
Ooh!
- Ugh. Fendra, yoo-hoo!
Show yourself at once.
It's rude to keep
a king waiting.
- [evil laughter]
- Whoopie! You've made
your dramatic entrance.
Now, come on, what is it?
I'm supposed to be executing
my jester any moment,
and I still hate
what I'm wearing.
Be honest, what do you think
of this scarf?
- - Silence!
- Oh.
- The moment we've been
waiting for is here.
Ever since Conrad's trusty
little wizard resurfaced,
I put out feelers to
track down his whereabouts.
I haven't found him yet but
it's only a matter of time.
I do believe he's finally
within our grasp!
- Ugh, it's not even
scarf season.
I'm--I'm sorry.
Uh, who is within our grasp?
- King Conrad!
You know, the king that
everyone thinks is dead,
but is actually alive?
- [gasps]
Conrad's alive?
- - What was that?
- [gasps]
- Great news, Sire.
I found the red one.
- Excellent!
What do you think, Fendra?
Yay or nay?
Hmm?
- Ugh, forget the scarf!
Conrad is out there.
Have you thought
about what would happen
if he were to return?
Your reign would be over.
- Yes, of course
I've thought about that.
The question is, what are you
doing about it, Fendra?
Go and find my brother,
and then we'll actually
eliminate him this time.
Hmm, hmm?
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have an execution to attend.
- [frustrated shriek]
Egad! I have to find Max.
- Mumblin, this is your plan
for saving the kids?
- It was your idea to
go big or go home.
[growls]
[hinges creak]
Aha!
Freedom!
[gasps]
- If by freedom,
you mean freedom to die,
- then you're correct.
- Uh, sorry, what?
- If by freedom,
you mean freedom to die
- What?
- Then you're correct. Ugh!
- So--so sorry.
- I-- [sighs]
Hello. Hi.
If by freedom, you mean freedom
to die, then you are correct.
- I'm sorry, it's very hard
to understand you
- with the echo.
- Oh, this is exhausting.
We have to find a smaller room.
I said, if by freedom,
you mean freedom to die,
- then you are correct!
- Oh, "die." Got it.
- Guards, grab the jester and
put him on the chopping block.
Choppity chop, chop, chop.
Ah! Ah!
No, no. Hold on!
No, now let's not be too hasty!
- Now where is that
wretched executioner?
I'm starting to get
the feeling that
no one's taking Execution Day
seriously.
[panting]
Sire, the prisoner has escaped!
- No, you foul-breathed fool!
The prisoner's right here.
Oh, uh, never mind.
- Now, Jester,
if you have any last words,
do speak them now.
But they better not be
about my outfit.
You try putting together
an ensemble so last minute!
I'd just like to say,
Max, wherever you are,
I love you,
and I am so proud of--
- Actually, if I could get
those sock puppets
before you, you know
[snickers]
That would be great.
I wouldn't want to
get any blood on them.
[in high-pitched voice]
Hello, how are you?
I'm good. How are--
[in normal voice]
What? It's not weird.
Now, off with his head!
[tense music]
[whimpers]
[evil laugh]
Hold it right there!
- Max!
- Huh?
- Wait, you're that
pesky street urchin.
Weren't you eaten by a boar?
And more importantly,
why are you interrupting
this execution?
- You can't kill
my Uncle Budrick.
Actually, I can.
He's a terrible jester,
and I'm the king. Proceed!
[tense music]
- Wait, wait!
Uh, you--you're right.
- He is terrible!
- Max, that is not helpful.
- But--but he's only terrible
because, uh--
because he's not a solo act!
You see, we're, um,
a group act called Max
- And
- The Midknights!
- Oh, really? And what,
pray tell, is your act?
We, umjuggle!
- Yeah.
- Yep!
- [yawns]
Do you see me yawning?
That means I've seen
juggling before.
- But you haven't seen
jugglers like us.
We're famous for juggling
really weird things,
likerazor-sharp swords.
- Swords? Hmm.
Well, color me intrigued.
I daresay such a bold display
could be ratherdangerous.
- Very! I mean, we'd show you
what we can do, but
we don't have any swords on us.
- Pish-posh!
Guards, don't just stand there.
Hand over your swords
to the jugglers!
Give--take the swords--
there you are.
Hand it--
there, very well done.
- [panting]
Your Highness,
there's been a breach
in the castle.
- Why are you
telling me this now?
Where are the breachers?
- Well, they're--oh, uh,
right in front of you, sir.
Who, them?
No, this is a band of jugglers,
you imbeciles.
You are jugglers, aren't you?
Because if not,
I'd really love to have
those swords back.
Sorry, Gastley. No can do.
- Why, you--
you deceitful little snake!
- Uh, Max,
maybe we should leave.
Yeah, agreed.
- We can't go.
Not without Kevyn.
Here I am!
Good timing. Nowrun!
♪
- Get them!
Get the juggling breachers!
[swords clanking]
Let's go! This way!
- I think these swords
are slowing us down.
Jeez, these are heavy!
- We should ditch 'em.
- Aw, do we have to?
This way! Over there!
- Silly juggling breachers,
you've run right into my maze!
Get them!
[rock music]
Hey, look, our swords!
♪
- Wait, didn't we just
come from this way?
- Oi!
[kids scream]
Oi, stop!
You won't get away from us!
Another dead end.
OK, let's not panic.
- Honestly, I think panic
is our best move right now.
Help! We're lost!
- [screaming]
- This is terrible.
I've literally led my friends
into a maze.
I'm not just gonna get Uncle
Budrick's head chopped off--
What?
- I'm gonna get
all our heads chopped off.
Wait a tick.
I've seen this maze before,
from the window in
Gastley's bedroom.
Now, I believe we entered the
maze through Gastley's sternum,
and we'll be able to exit
through his crown. Follow me.
[dramatic music]
- Have you found them yet?
Hello?
They are ruining Execution Day!
- No, no, no. It's this way.
It's this way, dummy.
Don't call me a dummy, dummy!
- Oh, forget this. There's an
easier way through this maze.
- This way.
We're almost out.
[axe clanks]
[kids screaming]
Ah!
- There!
- A door!
Now to get out of here.
[grunts]
It's locked.
- Look, it's Roberta!
- [bleats]
- Wait, it's Doris again?
Oh, I see.
As we've been working through
the maze,
you've been working through
your mommy issues.
Aw, Doris, good for you.
And I'm so glad you're alive.
Not alive for long.
Finish them.
[kids whimpering]
[Doris bleating]
[dramatic music]
♪
[evil laugh]
[grunting]
- [loud thud]
- [growls]
- [gasps]
- What's going on?
- Ah!
- What's that? Is that a--
It's a giant!
[loud rumbling]
- Ha-ha-ha!
How you like me now?
- Dad?
- That's right.
♪
Climb aboard.
Grab a finger!
[all shouting]
- Looks like we made it
just in time.
Mumblin!
What sorcery is this?
Ah! Where is Fendra
when you need her?
You, don't just stand there.
Chop him down or something.
- [weapons clank]
- [clears throat]
[guards yelling]
And a splinter, too. Ah!
Oof!
Ouch.
- You made Nolan a giant?
- Well, not on purpose.
I was actually trying to turn
him into a big wooden horse
that we could all, hmm,
escape in.
But hey, well, uh,
this works too.
- All this effort just to save
one troubadour.
You really know how to
make a guy feel special.
And Max
♪
[rock music]
♪
- [people screaming]
- What is that?
[yelling, gasping]
- Ah, it's a giant!
Oh, it's Nolan.
- Did you get them?
- They're right here.
♪
[laughter]
- Oh, you're OK.
I was so worried about you all.
- [clears throat]
Forgetting someone?
- No, no, I'm here and
Alice is fine--oh!
Oh, yes, of course,
of course, you.
Uh, let's cut you down
to size, Nolan.
Sha-ba!
- [squeaky voice]
Ah, that feels better.
Hey, wait!
- [chuckles]
Uh, let's try that again.
- Oh. Ah!
There we are. There we are.
No, that's--
oh, that's not right.
No, that's not right.
Oh, no.
Oh, here? No.
- Come on, Mumblin!
Put your back into it.
Ah!
- Phew! I was starting to get
a little worried there.
- Oh, this blasted thing
needs a tune-up.
Right, it's the wand's fault.
- Come on, everyone.
Inside.
- Mom, wait!
I have important news.
King Conrad is alive.
- [gasps]
- [gasps]
- Alive?
- Hmm?
Say what now?
- Your Highness, unfortunately,
we lost the giant
- and the juggling breachers.
- [grumbles]
Could you explain to me
how you lose
[shouting]
a 50-foot-tall man?
- Well, you see, he was
running in a zig-zag pattern--
No excuses.
I want you to bring me
Max and the Midknights,
dead or alive.
[flames roar, swords clank]
[exciting rock music]
♪