The Adventures Of Puss In Boots (2015) s04e11 Episode Script
Little Lamb
[cat purrs, meows.]
[fast, lively flamenco music playing.]
[screams.]
[giggles.]
[Puss yowling.]
El Gato! [yowls.]
4x11 - Little Lamb [dramatic instrumental music playing.]
[shouting.]
Yay! Just think our quest to protect San Lorenzo will finally be over.
[sighs.]
What a long road it has been.
What with all of the crowns and the gems and the authors and the witches and pirates.
Oh! I forgot about the pirates.
I forgot about all that stuff.
Also, quick question - Your name is Artephius.
- Thank you kindly.
Now.
We must get to this Grotto of Riches at once.
We go.
Woo-hoo-hoo! Okay, I'm outta here.
I'm gonna brunch with Callista.
Um What? Isn't that, like, a thing that sisters do when they don't hate each other? Ciao! Bye, Sphinx! We'll see you back No, no.
This pleasantry we do not have time for.
Not a moment to waste.
Into the grotto we go.
The obelisk awaits.
[all exclaiming excitedly.]
[Toby.]
Ooh! [Dulcinea.]
So this is the Grotto of Riches.
[Artephius.]
Ooh-la-la.
- Wow! - Ooh! Hmm.
It certainly lives up to its name.
Why, if I were still in my treasure-seeking days, oh, boy.
[clanging.]
Hmm.
[clanging.]
[sighs, grunts.]
Whoa! [groans.]
[low snarl.]
[Puss panting.]
[male voice.]
Intruders! [gasps.]
How did you gain entry to my Grotto of Riches? Through the door? [footsteps approaching.]
[mock blabbering.]
Oh! Never end a statement with an upward inflection.
[grunts.]
It's inelegant.
For example you all need to leave? Or I'm gonna kill you? Hold your tongue, sheep.
We have come for the Obelisk of Night.
And we demand you give it to us now.
Ho-ho! But you haven't even seen the rest of my collection yet.
I've traveled the world accumulating a trove of curiosities.
Such as [clattering.]
The Lamp of Fire.
It is very lovely, but we have no time for Whoa! [Puss groaning.]
Then there's this little bauble the Enchanted Glove of Sagunto.
[whizzing.]
I have no time [grunting.]
[chuckles.]
And my favorite of all, the Unseeable Box of Dr.
Alazarius.
[thud.]
[thuds.]
[groans.]
An invisible cage.
What is it with us and cages? It's becoming our thing.
Sheep! Let us out at once! [thuds.]
Uh, sorry.
I can't hear you from over here in the Scepter Wing.
I have over 40 scepters.
No big deal.
[grunting.]
It actually is a big deal.
[chuckles.]
I'm so rich.
Wow, seems like you must have everything you desire, Mr Angus.
And, uh, yes, I do have nearly everything.
Including that obelisk.
Hmm.
But there must be something you don't have.
What if we find it for you? Would you trade us the Obelisk? Oh, you couldn't possibly find that for which I pine, because it's not a that.
It's a her.
Whoop.
[grunts.]
[sighs.]
Mary.
Mary? As in? No.
Really? Mm-hmm.
"Mary Had a Little Lamb"? Yes.
Yes, indeed.
I was that little lamb, you see.
["Mary Had a Little Lamb" playing.]
My fleece was white as snow, and everywhere that Mary went, there I was sure to go.
[bell dinging.]
I followed her to school one day, which was against the rule.
[all laughing.]
It made the children laugh and play to see a lamb at school.
[clanking.]
Oh, we were poor, you see, but I had gotten her admitted to a wealthy school.
Mary was so embarrassed by the laughter of those rich children that she abandoned me.
So I set out to show them all by becoming the richest sheep who ever lived despite my lack of formal education.
For years, I've tried unsuccessfully to track Mary down.
Oh, to tell her that you've missed her? No.
To gloat about my riches.
[chuckles.]
And to make her feel terrible.
And extract an apology from her smug face.
Hm.
That doesn't seem like a very nice thing to Yes.
Fine, anything.
We will bring this Mary to you, and you will give us the Obelisk of Night.
Agreed? Agreed.
[cawing.]
[Puss.]
We are nearly there.
What did people do before dowsing rods? We tickled an enchanted frog.
Ugh! It was gross.
[sheep bleating.]
[Puss.]
More sheep? How many little lambs did Mary have? [Dulcinea.]
I thought just the one.
Unless there are more verses.
There's always another verse no one's ever heard of.
[Puss.]
And that must be her.
Now, let us go to Mary and take her away.
[groaning.]
We loves Miss Mary.
We never let her leave, sorry, please, thank you.
She is our leader.
And our teacher.
She teachered us everything we know.
Um, and she's done a terrific job.
But we really need to talk to her.
Nobody talk to Miss Mary.
Sorry, please, thank you.
Is it me, or do these rams seem a little dim? It is not you.
They are definitely dim.
They seem sharp to me.
[bleating.]
Right.
So we are agreed.
We will trick these rams by pretending to be sheep.
Once they have accepted us, we will break down their social order from within and convince them to let Mary leave.
We go! Wait! We do not go.
Puss, your plan is absurd.
Why don't we just talk to Mary? That will take too long.
Infiltrating and restructuring a complex society will be much faster than talking.
Now, let us do this thing.
No.
Are you Are you putting your foot down? [Dulcinea shrieks.]
[whimpers, gulps.]
We should obviously just ask Mary to come with us.
Isn't that a more reasonable plan? No.
I have already made up my mind, and it would take too much time to un-make it.
We will pretend to be rams.
- Who's with me? - I'm with you, Puss.
And I'm with you, Puss.
Oh.
It is on.
First one to get Mary to leave this place is the winner.
That is all that matters.
No, saving San Lorenzo is all that matters.
Which I am going to do.
Not you.
The Great Mary Race is on.
Huzzah! [chuckles.]
[sighs.]
[bleating.]
Toby, acting is all about convincing others what you yourself believe.
To act as a ram, you must believe you are a ram.
[bleats.]
Okay, I am a ram.
Oh, my gosh! All these years I thought I was a pig.
[moans.]
I've wasted my life.
Hello, fellow ram.
[chuckles.]
I see lovely green grass.
I shall eat some, for as a ram, grass is my favorite.
[munching.]
Mmm.
Quite fresh today, yes? [retching.]
[chuckles nervously.]
[Puss groaning.]
Hmm.
Oh.
Hey, there, Toby-ram.
How about you come over here? - Okay.
- [Puss.]
Uh-uh-uh.
On all fours, as rams do.
And we have a nice friendly head-butt.
That sounds enjoyable, no? [grunting.]
- Huh? Huh? - Yeah? Yeah? [bleating.]
Baaa! [grunts.]
[groaning.]
[chomping.]
[grunts.]
Toby-ram.
Next time [screaming, yowling.]
[crashing.]
This may be harder than I thought.
Also, I think my brain is swelling.
[exclaims, grunts.]
[crashes.]
[bleating.]
[chomping.]
[twig snaps.]
[ram grunts.]
Quietly, Artephius.
No sudden movements.
[gasps.]
[muffled voice.]
[all growling.]
[chuckles.]
[thuds.]
[screaming, groans.]
[grunting.]
[Toby.]
What you gonna do with that rock in your hat, Puss? [shushing.]
I will become their leader by asserting my dominance.
[bleating.]
[screaming, groaning.]
Eh! No, no, no, no, no! [screams, groans.]
[Artephius.]
An owl.
Now watch.
Hm? Ha-ha! [claps.]
Voila! [bleating.]
[laughs nervously.]
[Artephius groans, screams.]
[grunts.]
[sighs.]
Oh.
Excuse me.
Oh, pardon me.
Coming through.
Oh! [chuckles.]
Good rams.
There.
That wasn't so bad.
[sheep bleating furiously.]
Oh! [gasps.]
[snorts.]
"When a stranger you should meet" [bleating.]
[screaming.]
Up-up-up, Clarence.
We don't head-butt people, because head-butting is [all.]
Rude, Miss Mary.
And when we act rudely, our Legs fall off.
What? So, what do we say to the nice lady? [all.]
Sorry, please, thank you.
Hello, I'm Mary.
What's your name? I'm Dulcinea.
Pleased to meet you.
Welcome to Miss Mary's Academy for the Higher Education of Wayward Sheep.
Also known as M-M-A-H-E- I E I-O? Yes, that's it.
Uh, won't you join us? We're about to learn that the capital of London is Atlantis.
We must take our game to the next level, Toby.
Let us speak to them in their own language.
Baaa! [munching.]
[bleating.]
You has two owls in your hat but only the blue one can write music? You make no sense, sorry, please, thank you.
[grumbles.]
This is useless.
We need a new plan.
[groans.]
Baaa! [groaning.]
[Toby.]
Ba-bababa-ba! - Baaa! Baa! - Aah! You two is rams, and you camed here to tell us that Miss Mary is terrible leader, and orange ram with shoe-boots be our leader now? Okay, sure.
You see, our town is in grave danger, and we need this obelisk.
Voila! [screaming.]
I wish I could help, but I can't possibly leave my pupils.
I'm doing very important work here.
[Artephius groaning.]
Head-butting is bad, dear.
[bleating.]
Miss Mary, what be's eight plus three? Eighty-three.
Oh, oopsie.
No.
[chuckles.]
It's actually 11.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's just, I'm a teacher, too, back in San Lorenzo.
Then you must know how annoying it is when someone corrects you in front of your students.
Especially when they're wrong.
Miss Mary, Ezekial bited me.
Then you may bite him back, but only lightly.
Remember, when a friend gives you a bite, nibble back, but only light, else you'll surely lose your sight.
What? But biting someone is always wrong.
Like the book says It's cute that you need a little book to tell you what's right.
I guess not everyone can just know in their heart.
Was that an insult? I think that was an insult! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare this afternoon's lesson on things that are flat, like tortillas and the Earth.
Ugh! You are a horrible teacher.
You're not doing important work.
In fact, it would probably be better for these so-called "pupils" of yours if you'd leave them and come help us - get the obelisk from Angus.
- Blah, blah, blah.
Angus? Angus! I haven't heard that name in years.
Angus was my lamb, you see.
I couldn't take him to school, and it devastated him.
That's why I foundered this academy.
"Founded.
" And you're right.
I'm not a good teacher.
[Mary.]
Angus was the real brains between us.
He was the one who wrote my entrance essay to that snooty, no-sheep-allowed school in the first place.
[all laughing.]
I was always a lousy student.
Angus was the one who sent us.
Oh, come with us.
You can finally be reunited with him.
Oh, of course I'll go.
In fact, maybe Angus is the very person to help me become a better teacher for my beloved rams.
He's so smart.
He can spell the whole alphabet.
Hooray! My plan worked, I won! I mean, yay for saving San Lorenzo! [sheep bleating furiously.]
[grunts.]
She has betrayed you, my subjects.
[gasps.]
Cast her out! [all bleating.]
Baaa! Oh, boy.
[screaming.]
Oh, my.
Ha-ha.
Dulcinea.
Do you see? I won.
[bleats.]
Um, A, no you didn't.
And B, Puss, what have you done? I have become the rams' new leader.
Mary will be cast out in disgrace, and we can take her with us.
But I've already gotten her to agree to leave.
That does not mean that I did not win, does it? Puss, call off your rams now! [sighs.]
Very well.
But technically, this means I win.
Does not! Would you settle for a tie? Go! Rams! [Mary grunting, yelping.]
We have accomplished what we set out to do.
And we will be leaving you now.
It has been a pleasure.
Did you not hear me? We must go now! I will write.
Infrequently.
Okay.
Ahh! We love orange ram with shoe-boots.
We never let him leave, sorry, please, thank you.
He is our leader.
Step aside so that I may pass.
[groans.]
[rams bleating.]
Oh! This is no way to treat your very handsome master.
[Puss.]
Ooh! Hey! Be careful! [groaning.]
Oh! [clears throat.]
Excuse me.
New lesson, rams.
Head-butting is good! What? [thudding, bleating.]
Baaa! Baaa! Run! These rams are like sponges.
You can literally teach them anything.
[Toby.]
Yay! And boom! You're done! And now you know everything I know about alchemy.
Woo-hoo-hoo! [Angus.]
And this is my largest emerald.
Over 100 carats.
All my other emeralds are jealous of it.
[Mary chuckles.]
And this chalice is made of pure platinum.
I tend to be more of a gold man, but you know what they say, "All that glitters is not gold.
" Right.
There's also glitter.
Yeah, sure.
So.
Do you see how wealthy I've become? Do you see? Oh, yes, Angus.
It's so impressive.
I bet it makes you feel like living garbage to see how I've thrived here alone amongst my riches.
You must be chilled to the bone to see how little I need you or your friendship.
Oh So, tell me, what have you been up to all these years? Eating trash and picking fleas? Uh, after what happened at the school, I just felt so guilty.
So, I opened a school for underprivileged sheep.
Huh? I dedicated my life to improving the lives of sheep and rams.
And other types of reptiles.
[sighs.]
You've spent your life doing good.
And all I've done is accumulate hollow treasure out of spite.
Now who's living garbage? - I am.
[sniffles.]
I am! - Oh! [crying.]
There, there.
Sure, it's been rewarding.
But it's a lot of work for just one person.
You mean? Maybe you could come help me teach? I'm really not that good at it.
Mary, I would love to.
And I could donate all my riches to your school.
How about to our school? [giggles.]
Once again, against all odds, Puss in Boots saved the day.
Uh, at the same time that Dulcinea did as well.
Thanks.
Sort of.
Now if you don't mind, we need that obelisk.
Oh.
Yes, about that.
[giggles.]
Here ya go.
Why, it is just a souvenir obelisk! A tchotchke.
A novelty knickknack.
Didn't I mention that? Huh, weird.
But, I know where the real obelisk is.
It's in a little town called San Lorenzo.
[groaning, grunting.]
[groaning.]
Ow, ow, ow, ow! I think I broke something.
[fast, lively flamenco music playing.]
[screams.]
[giggles.]
[Puss yowling.]
El Gato! [yowls.]
4x11 - Little Lamb [dramatic instrumental music playing.]
[shouting.]
Yay! Just think our quest to protect San Lorenzo will finally be over.
[sighs.]
What a long road it has been.
What with all of the crowns and the gems and the authors and the witches and pirates.
Oh! I forgot about the pirates.
I forgot about all that stuff.
Also, quick question - Your name is Artephius.
- Thank you kindly.
Now.
We must get to this Grotto of Riches at once.
We go.
Woo-hoo-hoo! Okay, I'm outta here.
I'm gonna brunch with Callista.
Um What? Isn't that, like, a thing that sisters do when they don't hate each other? Ciao! Bye, Sphinx! We'll see you back No, no.
This pleasantry we do not have time for.
Not a moment to waste.
Into the grotto we go.
The obelisk awaits.
[all exclaiming excitedly.]
[Toby.]
Ooh! [Dulcinea.]
So this is the Grotto of Riches.
[Artephius.]
Ooh-la-la.
- Wow! - Ooh! Hmm.
It certainly lives up to its name.
Why, if I were still in my treasure-seeking days, oh, boy.
[clanging.]
Hmm.
[clanging.]
[sighs, grunts.]
Whoa! [groans.]
[low snarl.]
[Puss panting.]
[male voice.]
Intruders! [gasps.]
How did you gain entry to my Grotto of Riches? Through the door? [footsteps approaching.]
[mock blabbering.]
Oh! Never end a statement with an upward inflection.
[grunts.]
It's inelegant.
For example you all need to leave? Or I'm gonna kill you? Hold your tongue, sheep.
We have come for the Obelisk of Night.
And we demand you give it to us now.
Ho-ho! But you haven't even seen the rest of my collection yet.
I've traveled the world accumulating a trove of curiosities.
Such as [clattering.]
The Lamp of Fire.
It is very lovely, but we have no time for Whoa! [Puss groaning.]
Then there's this little bauble the Enchanted Glove of Sagunto.
[whizzing.]
I have no time [grunting.]
[chuckles.]
And my favorite of all, the Unseeable Box of Dr.
Alazarius.
[thud.]
[thuds.]
[groans.]
An invisible cage.
What is it with us and cages? It's becoming our thing.
Sheep! Let us out at once! [thuds.]
Uh, sorry.
I can't hear you from over here in the Scepter Wing.
I have over 40 scepters.
No big deal.
[grunting.]
It actually is a big deal.
[chuckles.]
I'm so rich.
Wow, seems like you must have everything you desire, Mr Angus.
And, uh, yes, I do have nearly everything.
Including that obelisk.
Hmm.
But there must be something you don't have.
What if we find it for you? Would you trade us the Obelisk? Oh, you couldn't possibly find that for which I pine, because it's not a that.
It's a her.
Whoop.
[grunts.]
[sighs.]
Mary.
Mary? As in? No.
Really? Mm-hmm.
"Mary Had a Little Lamb"? Yes.
Yes, indeed.
I was that little lamb, you see.
["Mary Had a Little Lamb" playing.]
My fleece was white as snow, and everywhere that Mary went, there I was sure to go.
[bell dinging.]
I followed her to school one day, which was against the rule.
[all laughing.]
It made the children laugh and play to see a lamb at school.
[clanking.]
Oh, we were poor, you see, but I had gotten her admitted to a wealthy school.
Mary was so embarrassed by the laughter of those rich children that she abandoned me.
So I set out to show them all by becoming the richest sheep who ever lived despite my lack of formal education.
For years, I've tried unsuccessfully to track Mary down.
Oh, to tell her that you've missed her? No.
To gloat about my riches.
[chuckles.]
And to make her feel terrible.
And extract an apology from her smug face.
Hm.
That doesn't seem like a very nice thing to Yes.
Fine, anything.
We will bring this Mary to you, and you will give us the Obelisk of Night.
Agreed? Agreed.
[cawing.]
[Puss.]
We are nearly there.
What did people do before dowsing rods? We tickled an enchanted frog.
Ugh! It was gross.
[sheep bleating.]
[Puss.]
More sheep? How many little lambs did Mary have? [Dulcinea.]
I thought just the one.
Unless there are more verses.
There's always another verse no one's ever heard of.
[Puss.]
And that must be her.
Now, let us go to Mary and take her away.
[groaning.]
We loves Miss Mary.
We never let her leave, sorry, please, thank you.
She is our leader.
And our teacher.
She teachered us everything we know.
Um, and she's done a terrific job.
But we really need to talk to her.
Nobody talk to Miss Mary.
Sorry, please, thank you.
Is it me, or do these rams seem a little dim? It is not you.
They are definitely dim.
They seem sharp to me.
[bleating.]
Right.
So we are agreed.
We will trick these rams by pretending to be sheep.
Once they have accepted us, we will break down their social order from within and convince them to let Mary leave.
We go! Wait! We do not go.
Puss, your plan is absurd.
Why don't we just talk to Mary? That will take too long.
Infiltrating and restructuring a complex society will be much faster than talking.
Now, let us do this thing.
No.
Are you Are you putting your foot down? [Dulcinea shrieks.]
[whimpers, gulps.]
We should obviously just ask Mary to come with us.
Isn't that a more reasonable plan? No.
I have already made up my mind, and it would take too much time to un-make it.
We will pretend to be rams.
- Who's with me? - I'm with you, Puss.
And I'm with you, Puss.
Oh.
It is on.
First one to get Mary to leave this place is the winner.
That is all that matters.
No, saving San Lorenzo is all that matters.
Which I am going to do.
Not you.
The Great Mary Race is on.
Huzzah! [chuckles.]
[sighs.]
[bleating.]
Toby, acting is all about convincing others what you yourself believe.
To act as a ram, you must believe you are a ram.
[bleats.]
Okay, I am a ram.
Oh, my gosh! All these years I thought I was a pig.
[moans.]
I've wasted my life.
Hello, fellow ram.
[chuckles.]
I see lovely green grass.
I shall eat some, for as a ram, grass is my favorite.
[munching.]
Mmm.
Quite fresh today, yes? [retching.]
[chuckles nervously.]
[Puss groaning.]
Hmm.
Oh.
Hey, there, Toby-ram.
How about you come over here? - Okay.
- [Puss.]
Uh-uh-uh.
On all fours, as rams do.
And we have a nice friendly head-butt.
That sounds enjoyable, no? [grunting.]
- Huh? Huh? - Yeah? Yeah? [bleating.]
Baaa! [grunts.]
[groaning.]
[chomping.]
[grunts.]
Toby-ram.
Next time [screaming, yowling.]
[crashing.]
This may be harder than I thought.
Also, I think my brain is swelling.
[exclaims, grunts.]
[crashes.]
[bleating.]
[chomping.]
[twig snaps.]
[ram grunts.]
Quietly, Artephius.
No sudden movements.
[gasps.]
[muffled voice.]
[all growling.]
[chuckles.]
[thuds.]
[screaming, groans.]
[grunting.]
[Toby.]
What you gonna do with that rock in your hat, Puss? [shushing.]
I will become their leader by asserting my dominance.
[bleating.]
[screaming, groaning.]
Eh! No, no, no, no, no! [screams, groans.]
[Artephius.]
An owl.
Now watch.
Hm? Ha-ha! [claps.]
Voila! [bleating.]
[laughs nervously.]
[Artephius groans, screams.]
[grunts.]
[sighs.]
Oh.
Excuse me.
Oh, pardon me.
Coming through.
Oh! [chuckles.]
Good rams.
There.
That wasn't so bad.
[sheep bleating furiously.]
Oh! [gasps.]
[snorts.]
"When a stranger you should meet" [bleating.]
[screaming.]
Up-up-up, Clarence.
We don't head-butt people, because head-butting is [all.]
Rude, Miss Mary.
And when we act rudely, our Legs fall off.
What? So, what do we say to the nice lady? [all.]
Sorry, please, thank you.
Hello, I'm Mary.
What's your name? I'm Dulcinea.
Pleased to meet you.
Welcome to Miss Mary's Academy for the Higher Education of Wayward Sheep.
Also known as M-M-A-H-E- I E I-O? Yes, that's it.
Uh, won't you join us? We're about to learn that the capital of London is Atlantis.
We must take our game to the next level, Toby.
Let us speak to them in their own language.
Baaa! [munching.]
[bleating.]
You has two owls in your hat but only the blue one can write music? You make no sense, sorry, please, thank you.
[grumbles.]
This is useless.
We need a new plan.
[groans.]
Baaa! [groaning.]
[Toby.]
Ba-bababa-ba! - Baaa! Baa! - Aah! You two is rams, and you camed here to tell us that Miss Mary is terrible leader, and orange ram with shoe-boots be our leader now? Okay, sure.
You see, our town is in grave danger, and we need this obelisk.
Voila! [screaming.]
I wish I could help, but I can't possibly leave my pupils.
I'm doing very important work here.
[Artephius groaning.]
Head-butting is bad, dear.
[bleating.]
Miss Mary, what be's eight plus three? Eighty-three.
Oh, oopsie.
No.
[chuckles.]
It's actually 11.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's just, I'm a teacher, too, back in San Lorenzo.
Then you must know how annoying it is when someone corrects you in front of your students.
Especially when they're wrong.
Miss Mary, Ezekial bited me.
Then you may bite him back, but only lightly.
Remember, when a friend gives you a bite, nibble back, but only light, else you'll surely lose your sight.
What? But biting someone is always wrong.
Like the book says It's cute that you need a little book to tell you what's right.
I guess not everyone can just know in their heart.
Was that an insult? I think that was an insult! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare this afternoon's lesson on things that are flat, like tortillas and the Earth.
Ugh! You are a horrible teacher.
You're not doing important work.
In fact, it would probably be better for these so-called "pupils" of yours if you'd leave them and come help us - get the obelisk from Angus.
- Blah, blah, blah.
Angus? Angus! I haven't heard that name in years.
Angus was my lamb, you see.
I couldn't take him to school, and it devastated him.
That's why I foundered this academy.
"Founded.
" And you're right.
I'm not a good teacher.
[Mary.]
Angus was the real brains between us.
He was the one who wrote my entrance essay to that snooty, no-sheep-allowed school in the first place.
[all laughing.]
I was always a lousy student.
Angus was the one who sent us.
Oh, come with us.
You can finally be reunited with him.
Oh, of course I'll go.
In fact, maybe Angus is the very person to help me become a better teacher for my beloved rams.
He's so smart.
He can spell the whole alphabet.
Hooray! My plan worked, I won! I mean, yay for saving San Lorenzo! [sheep bleating furiously.]
[grunts.]
She has betrayed you, my subjects.
[gasps.]
Cast her out! [all bleating.]
Baaa! Oh, boy.
[screaming.]
Oh, my.
Ha-ha.
Dulcinea.
Do you see? I won.
[bleats.]
Um, A, no you didn't.
And B, Puss, what have you done? I have become the rams' new leader.
Mary will be cast out in disgrace, and we can take her with us.
But I've already gotten her to agree to leave.
That does not mean that I did not win, does it? Puss, call off your rams now! [sighs.]
Very well.
But technically, this means I win.
Does not! Would you settle for a tie? Go! Rams! [Mary grunting, yelping.]
We have accomplished what we set out to do.
And we will be leaving you now.
It has been a pleasure.
Did you not hear me? We must go now! I will write.
Infrequently.
Okay.
Ahh! We love orange ram with shoe-boots.
We never let him leave, sorry, please, thank you.
He is our leader.
Step aside so that I may pass.
[groans.]
[rams bleating.]
Oh! This is no way to treat your very handsome master.
[Puss.]
Ooh! Hey! Be careful! [groaning.]
Oh! [clears throat.]
Excuse me.
New lesson, rams.
Head-butting is good! What? [thudding, bleating.]
Baaa! Baaa! Run! These rams are like sponges.
You can literally teach them anything.
[Toby.]
Yay! And boom! You're done! And now you know everything I know about alchemy.
Woo-hoo-hoo! [Angus.]
And this is my largest emerald.
Over 100 carats.
All my other emeralds are jealous of it.
[Mary chuckles.]
And this chalice is made of pure platinum.
I tend to be more of a gold man, but you know what they say, "All that glitters is not gold.
" Right.
There's also glitter.
Yeah, sure.
So.
Do you see how wealthy I've become? Do you see? Oh, yes, Angus.
It's so impressive.
I bet it makes you feel like living garbage to see how I've thrived here alone amongst my riches.
You must be chilled to the bone to see how little I need you or your friendship.
Oh So, tell me, what have you been up to all these years? Eating trash and picking fleas? Uh, after what happened at the school, I just felt so guilty.
So, I opened a school for underprivileged sheep.
Huh? I dedicated my life to improving the lives of sheep and rams.
And other types of reptiles.
[sighs.]
You've spent your life doing good.
And all I've done is accumulate hollow treasure out of spite.
Now who's living garbage? - I am.
[sniffles.]
I am! - Oh! [crying.]
There, there.
Sure, it's been rewarding.
But it's a lot of work for just one person.
You mean? Maybe you could come help me teach? I'm really not that good at it.
Mary, I would love to.
And I could donate all my riches to your school.
How about to our school? [giggles.]
Once again, against all odds, Puss in Boots saved the day.
Uh, at the same time that Dulcinea did as well.
Thanks.
Sort of.
Now if you don't mind, we need that obelisk.
Oh.
Yes, about that.
[giggles.]
Here ya go.
Why, it is just a souvenir obelisk! A tchotchke.
A novelty knickknack.
Didn't I mention that? Huh, weird.
But, I know where the real obelisk is.
It's in a little town called San Lorenzo.
[groaning, grunting.]
[groaning.]
Ow, ow, ow, ow! I think I broke something.