Whoa!
Whoa! Agh!
All hail King Neiderflyer!
Your king can't hear you…
You all know the drill.
Every year on Medieval Weekend,
the jousting champion is declared next year's king.
And since I cheated last year and won fair and square,
as king, you all have to do what I say.
Now kneel.
Sir Terence, a little motivation, if you please.
Huzzah!
That's more like it.
Now, you!
Uh… me?
The king requires you to be my royal footrest.
Ohh. Will nobody save us from this tyranny?
Fear not, friend.
That nobody has arrived!
What the-- Rod?
Yes! 'Tis I, Sir Red of… that cabin over there!
And me, his mighty steed!
Isn't this awesome?
I'm here to challenge you for the title of king.
Whoa.
You? Challenge me? Surely you jest.
What? I called Jester this year.
I've even been practicing. Check it out.
Ow! Ow! Wha-huh!
Listen up, Neiderflyer.
You may have your knights and your throne
and that gigantic bouncy castle there--
which I admit is really cool--
but you can't make this weekend all about you.
I'm here to return this weekend to the campers!
-Red! Red! Red! Red! Red!
As much as I love chilling on this throne, I love humiliating you even more.
Challenge accepted, Sir Rod, or should I call you Sir Dud?
Huzzah!
Remember, Neiderflyer likes to tilt to the left
right before impact.
Keep your free wing down and your lance up all the way, and don't forget to--
Yeah, yeah. Hit him and don't get hit. Got it.
For the good of Camp Splinterwood!
Uhh… did I win?
The joust? Uh, no.
But you're way ahead in the mud pie eating contest.
Thanks for the workout, Rod.
And now I'm going to make an example of you.
Let this be a lesson to anyone who dares challenge the king.
And, just in case anyone else has any funny ideas,
I'm going to have Rod publicly pelted
with last year's leftovers at lunchtime.
Smell you later, loser. Literally!
This is the worst Medieval Weekend ever!
Yeah, it's not going so great for me either.
This wasn't supposed to happen. Why is Neiderflyer still the king?
Chuck! Come back!
Let him go, Bomb. He's gotta work through this in his own weird way.
What are you doing?
We've gotta save you from getting drenched in leftovers.
I'm gonna challenge Neiderjerk, and I'm gonna win.
Well, you did teach me everything I know about jousting.
If anyone can beat him, maybe it's you.
Hey, Bomb, wanna help me overthrow a king?
Leadeth the way, Sir Stella.
Have fun avenging me.
Bravo!
Ah, a king's hard work is never done.
Camper, more grapes!
Yes, Your Neiderlency.
Hey, Neiderjerk!
-Huh? -I am Sir Stella of…
Uh…
a different cabin than Sir Red.
-And I'm here-- Chuck?
You're jesting for Neiderflyer now?
Uh! How could you?
Hey, it's a feudal economy.
Doing what I can to put food on the table for little Jerry.
Isn't that right, little Jerry?
Ugh. Whatever. You ready for round two, Neiderjerk?
That's King Neiderjerk to you!
Where are my royal goons? Go defeat Sir Stella for me.
-Rod couldn't defeat me.
-What makes you think you've got a chance?
Huzzah!
Ooooh…
You're all out of goons, Your Majesty.
You got the guts to face me yourself?
Retreat! To the bouncy castle! Out of my way!
Bring the throne.
Ho ho!
Ow!
Down with King Neiderjerk!
If we get rid of him before lunch, we can save Red
and enjoy the rest of our weekend!
Who's with me?
Onward, faithful steed.
What do we do now?
Bring the slingshots. We've got a castle to storm.
Ah, I've always wanted to say that.
Oh, this is a disaster.
I defeated Rod. We were done with this!
Will a juggle cheer you up, Your Majesty?
No! There's no time!
Okay, just a quick one.
Oh! Agh!
Gets me every time.
Last chance, Neiderjerk!
Ohh!
Surrender, or we'll make you surrender!
Ha! Do your worst.
This castle is made of the toughest, highest quality, uh, bouncy material.
You'll never break through.
But if you scratch it, there goes the deposit, so…
Repel the peasants!
Fire!
Bring out the heavy artillery!
Whee!
-Uhh! -Whoa-ho!
Whoa!
The walls are too high!
Uhh!
And they're throwing hatchlings at us!
Get the ladders and grappling hooks!
We're going castle climbing.
They're climbing the walls! Bring out… the leftovers!
-Come on, everybody--
Don't forget to save some room for dessert, losers!
Don't give up! We can still win!
Aaaah! Oof!
We'll never get through!
Stella's in trouble! Terence, we have to help her!
I know you're loyal to Neiderflyer, but is he loyal to you?
After all, he's safe in his castle and he left you here in the cold.
He doesn't care about you. He just needed someone to be his muscle.
But I know that your biggest muscle is in here.
I-- I'm pointing to my heart.
Come on, big guy. Do the right thing!
I think we might have to retreat.
You should listen to your horsey and quit before you end up like Rod.
-It's Red!
And your days are numbered!
Terence! What are you doing? You work for me!
Smash the gates, Terence!
-Whaaah!
-Ouch.
I think Red was hoping you were gonna smash the gates, big guy.
But I'll take it from here.
Huh?
What?
No!
Whoa ho!
Ha ha! We did it!
-All right!
-Huh?
-Come back here, you cowards!
I'm still your king!
Whoa-oh!
Victory dance!
Hup hup hup! Yeah!
Whatever. This isn't fun anymore.
I've got to wash the day-old mashed potatoes out of my feathers.
Three cheers for Stella!
Camp Splinterwood's new queen!
Sir Stella! Sir Stella! Sir Stella!
Neiderflyer's reign of terror and smugness is over!
Although… now that I'm the queen…
…you guys gotta do everything I say.
Right?
Well, those are the rules, but you wouldn't--
-Whoa!
Oof!