Oh, my God. I've definitely got flu. Feel my glands. No.
Pete, if there was a £50 note in the garden, would you go and get it?
Yes. Then you haven't got flu. What? That's the test for flu.
But it's 50 quid.
Don't you remember what I went through
to get that £2 coin I dropped down the loo?
OK, fine. I'll go to work.
But you're going to feel pretty bad when they send me home dead.
What have I told you about coming round here when my family are around?
I don't know, some words? Look, you must come now.
It's to do with your fate. No time to lose.
Well, can I drop the kids off at school first?
Yeah. No rush. Oh. What?
Far, far ago, the ancients wrote upon the scrolls that dark forces
would sweep our realm until only Yonderland remained.
But they telled also of a saviour, come from a distant world,
to save us from the shadows...and stuff.
Please. Negatus. Please, show mercy.
Negatus knows no mercy.
Oh, no!
Oh, dear!
Oh. Right, already that doesn't look like it did in the brochure.
He's supposed to get incinerated, not a light tan.
Mains pressure, most likely. There should be a tap here somewhere.
I thought it was going to have, grr, gnashy teeth?
Can I...? Yes, thank you, whatever-your-name is.
It's Raymond. Don't care, mate. Oh.
I can do you gnashy teeth, but it's not included in the offer. Typical.
Oh, Stormiest Of Clouds, she's here again.
Sorry, who's here? The one they call "the Chosen One".
Perfect landing. So she's back? What is she doing here?
Er...
See, we get this a lot, don't we? GO FOLLOW HER!
And try and get a bead more information this time.
Or you'll end up like him...
who I'm going to kill in a horrible way
once I get that working. Oh, right. OK.
Well, go on then. OK.
So, how much for these teeth?
Ball park figure...
Whoa. You really are making a killing.
Price of gas. Blimey.
As you know, Debbie, the second scroll,
which foretells the fate of our lands, was "misplaced".
Oh, how many times? I was drunk.
However, it is believed that the ancient ones made a duplicate
and that this copy was placed in the Temple of Tombs.
Now... The doors to the temple open once every quillenia.
B-bu...! I was coming to that.
Yes, I know that, but I don't feel the need to pipe up. Exactly.
I also know that the doors to the temple close
once the sun sets o'er the mountain.
It won't open for another quillion years,
so it is vital we get the second scroll today.
I thought we said I would say the stuff. What is wrong with you?
You used to be a smashing lad. I wanted to say some stuff.
No-one lets me say anything. I have a question.
If you lot know where it is, why don't you go and get it?
Tummy ache. Not really my vibe.
Because you alone must discover the second scroll
and your destiny which lies therein.
The other lands have fallen to darkness
and Negatus is determined that ours shall follow.
Only you can stop him.
OK, fine. (Yes!) So who's going to come and help me?
Again, it's not really my vibe. The old tennis elbow.
Perhaps, if we were to cast off these cumbersome robes...
Looks like it's me and you again.
It's for the best. They only slow you down. Come on.
So scratchy. Anyone else find them scratchy?
There it is, the path to the Temple of Tombs.
I've got a bad feeling about this.
When was the last time you had a good feeling about something?
Spring '48. Her name was Flora.
Ah, sorry. Excuse me? Queue, anyone? No?
It's just we camped overnight so that we could be here first.
I'm a bit of a temple collector, if you will.
Yes, John really knows his temples. Sorry, Mary? I was talking.
Sorry, John. No, it's interesting.
The path to the Temple of Tombs
is almost as mysterious as the temple itself.
No-one knows why the soft yellow stone cobbles are in such
pristine condition, which only adds to its unique allure.
Shall we, team? Yes. Sorry, sorry. Who got us here?
Was it John or Mary? You did so... John did. John did.
John did. Correct. Thank you.
Friend.
John. Wait.
Sorry, if you could all be quiet, I'm just trying to breathe it in.
Oh, Mary.
Kissy wissy.
Oh. Gone deady.
Ouch.
At last!
Jenny, I'm coming.
Yeah, I think we're all quite relieved he's dead.
That's it. We're popplewhacked.
No we're...not.
We just have to find a way across.
And we've got until the sun sets, so we'll just find someone
who can teleport us or, or...
Or make us invisible. Yeah, you're right, we're popplewhacked.
Hang on, did you say "invisible"?
Gottle of geer. Gottle of geer.
Here, Arn. You coming for an ale? Yeah, all right.
I tell you, this guy is amazing.
Yeah, I used to go and see him all the time.
The Wizard Bradley - last of the Great Wizards. You'll love him.
OK. Next up, we've got Wild Orchid. -Ooh.
Yeah, I'm not asking for three pieces of silver,
I'm not asking for two pieces of silver,
I'm asking for five pieces of silver.
Who wants a bit of that, then? Oh, I love it. I'll take the lot.
All right, Carol.
But you work for me, don't you. Yeah. You're the stooge.
Yeah. Yeah? Yeah. Go on. Yes, lady?
We're looking for the Great Wizard Bradley.
He's over there, love.
Anyone else interested?
No, but you... OK. Does anyone here not work for me?
Ladies and gentlemen.
Behold, the power of flight.
The power of rubbish, more like. Zing.
Behold, the power of invisabolity.
Ooh. Hee-hee.
Ah. Can you see me?
The power of stupidity, more like.
You're owned. You're bad at this, aren't you?
Do you want some? Cos I'll give it you. Bring it.
And don't miss my next performance,
when I will be showcasing my rain spell.
Weather permitting. Give up and go home, mate.
He's gone a bit downhill.
But he really could do those things, back in the day.
Well, you'd better hope we can jog his memory.
Ah, the flames are still too low. They should be...
"ARGH. My face is burning."
Yeah, it's just the health and safety issues around flame height.
Can't we just... Your Darkededness, we have news.
Thingy is helping What's-her-face.
Debbie of the Maddox has enlisted the help of the Wizard Bradley.
Yeah, what he said. Bradley is powerless.
I dealt with him years ago.
To what end is she enlisting his help?
Oh, for heaven's sake.
Right, new rule, K?
Next time you get some new information,
one of you report back to me and the others stay and follow her.
Why do you always have to hang around together
like a bunch of sissies? Oi. Thank you.
Now go. Out of my face.
Well, I can do you a safety fence but, erm...
Do I look like a safety fence kind of guy?
Hello?
Why, hello to you and you.
A lady? One minute.
No swearing. Oh.
So, how can I help you this fine day?
I have pills and potions for every ill and malady.
Even beauty ointments - not that you'd be needing those.
What about invisibility? No problem.
I can do that for you right now for a small fee,
though I must insist that you remain within these walls
and close your eyes.
We need you to help us get over the Golden Path to the Temple of Tombs.
I'm so sorry. It's actually early closing on Wednesday, so, er...
You won't help us?
It's just I said I'd pick my sister up from the swimming pools.
But we really need you. Look. I said no. What is this?
Did you come here to mock me?
Have you got nothing better to do than to torment an old man?
No, Wizard. I'm one of your biggest fans.
Fans? I don't have fans anymore.
Those days are long gone, little girl.
Once upon a time I could help you, but not now.
What happened? I lost my Mojo.
Fair enough. Let's go. What? Well, he's lost his mojo. Come on.
You're not going to find it at the bottom of a bottle.
That's exactly where you'll find him.
No, you wo-...
Hang on. Him?
Water into ale.
I'll turn your water into ale.
I've told you before, no dogs, no children and no Mojos.
Now, go on, get out of it.
Ah, nuts.
Yeah, I was Wizard Bradley's Mojo. But he took me for granted.
Just because I'm small doesn't mean he can treat me
like a second class citizen.
I admit, he supplied the personality.
Apparently I lack slightly in the charisma department.
I know!
But I supplied the magic.
Could you make someone invisible? No. Not on my own.
There's certain magic that won't work without that chemistry.
Listen, I need your help. I want you to work with the wizard and...
Never. I'll never go back. I can survive on my own.
I was like a slave to him until someone opened my eyes.
It was back in the day, we were riding high
when this big shadowy fella came to see me.
Said he was a theatre producer, made me see the light.
Why should Bradley get the dressing room, the nice biscuits,
all the...attention?
It actually looks like a wand.
I never saw that producer again, funnily enough.
But I got the point.
It was MY name that should be up in lights.
Well, you got your name up in...erm...chalk.
Are you skitting me? No.
Oi. I've warned you. Marty. Fetch the snakes.
Go on. No. Get out of it. Go on. No. Now look what you've done.
Oh, just leave me alone.
Make a hole. Move your cankles.
Nice one. Now what are we going to do?
Votes for giving up? Never say never.
She just said it twice. Yeah. She's losing it.
Maddox. Certainly, sir.
Your table, sir.
Oh, thank you. You're welcome.
This way, sir.
Dear me. Anyway, what was I saying?
You? You?
I'm supposed to be meeting Debbie of Maddox.
I got a message to meet a top theatre producer.
Still trying to make it on your own, eh?
Still trying to get the GROUPIES?
To be honest, I just fancied a free meal.
Things not great for you either?
Not brilliant, no. You? Been better.
Gentlemen, the meal is on the house.
Oh. In which case I'll have the crystal fish.
Make it two. Very well, sir.
TWO CRYSTAL FISH.
Who's paying for all this?
Do you think the Elders have ever heard of expenses?
Another bottle of the silk wine. Of course, sir.
BOTTLE OF BLACK NUN. And do you remember the tour of the Hotlands?
Remember it? It was us that made it hot.
See. Never say never.
You know you're saying it, right? Shh.
Well, I won't have any of that in MY dressing room.
YOUR dressing room? What's wrong with sharing mine?
Your toenail clippings, for starters.
And you think I enjoy your cigar smoke? Oh. Here we go again.
I never should have doubted you, Debbie.
What should I expect from the Chosen One? Well, you found the wizard.
Yes, but this whole meal thing was your idea. Genius.
Well, I suppose... Oh, no. Come on. Feel the fury.
STOP.
It's him. He's impossible. He's an egomaniac.
I'M an egomaniac? I know you are, but what am I? Eugh.
Anyway, I've got to go. I've got a show to perform.
Call that a show? You're a laughing stock.
Get back to your gutter tinkering, hairball.
So sorry, Debbie, my child.
Well, go after him. Why should I?
Because you're the calm, level-headed one. Yeah, I know I'm handsome,
but he only ever hears what he wants to hear.
But you two need each other. And he misses you, Mojo.
He told us so. I don't remember him saying...
Really? Yes. And maybe you took him for granted, too.
But just take five minutes
to think about what he's done for you over the years.
Just take five minutes.
I don't need five minutes.
I don't need five seconds.
Get out the way. Honestly, they're like my kids.
Not to look at, I hope.
I get signal in here? I can't even get one in Lidl.
Oh, no.
Debbie. Where are you going? Debbie?
'Just take five minutes.'
'And huge thanks to my tiny assistant, Mojo.'
'So I'm thrilled to be Mojo's best man for a third time.'
'I don't think I belong in this montage.
'There's been a mistake.'
'You posted bail?'
'Of course I did. What are friends for?
'Friends for... Friends for...'
Debbie, please! What about the scroll? Your fate?
Look, if fate meant me to be here now, it wouldn't have made Pete ill.
Don't be silly, fate doesn't make you ill - Ogre's Milk does.
You've got no act! Got no skills.
Behold, I shall now fly.
You're going to DIE, more like.
You came back?
Yeah. I'm sorry. We're better together. Like Lemon and McCarthy.
The famous drag act.
Hey, I'm sorry too.
Right, then, let's show these fools what we're made of!
Look, I want to find this scroll, as well. You don't think I want to know
why there's another world in my kitchen cupboard?
Believe me, I'm curious.
But Pete's not well and I need to be there.
Open the portal. But...
Please.
All right.
Oh, thank you very much, just nodded off.
Wait, wait, Debbie, look!
Now we can get the scroll. Close the portal.
We've got a few more minutes. Pete'll live.
I've got a date with a wizard! Strange sentence.
Thank you. Thank you. You're welcome.
Right then, Debbie, let's get your dog!
Oh, no, it was a scroll.
Oh, yes. Sorry - bit drunk.
Hup! Come on, then.
Ohhh...!
Zing that!
"Owned!"
They're going to get the scroll! We should follow them.
Er, how? They went invisible.
Yeah, and they disappeared.
There they are! Come on!
No, wait - new rule, remember? We're supposed to split up!
But who's going to go and tell His Darkship?
I'll go! I'll go! Ooh! "I'll go cos I love him!"
Don't be a child, Jeff.
Yes, don't be a child, Jeff.
Right, then, there's a scroll in there with my name on it.
Literally.
Negatus's demons!
No! They can't get the scroll!
Ha-ha! Losers!
Whoops!
Friend!
Double friend!
Oh, no!
Nice working with you.
Yeah.
No, no, no, please, no!
Aaaaggghh....!
I might just wait here.
Come on!
More friends!
Come on, the sun's going down.
Shush.
You shhhh. No, you!
That's it! We're here.
Too late! They're closing!
Ow!
So this is how it ends.
Debbie, we need to get out.
No wait, I think I've found it!
The scroll!
Debbie, its moonpaper, it can't be exposed to...
..sunlight.
Just leave it!
Debbie, come on, we have to go!
My haaa-aaaa-aaaat...
..can easily be replaced.
Well, so much for The Chosen One.
You're doing great - on most of my quests there'd been a death by now.
What? Nothing. I'm just saying, don't be so hard on yourself.
I mean, look at them.
You put magic back into the world, literally.
You don't half talk some crud.
Well, my eternal thanks... - Hey!
OUR eternal thanks to you, Debbie. And you, my child.
I'm 43. And if there's anything I can do to repay you, well...
Actually. I know exactly how you can repay me.
Let's go back to your place.
Oh, um, well, I'm very flattered, Debbie,
but, it's been a little while, I'm a little rusty, technique...
Not for that! Oh!
Oh. Oh...
So you failed to find the second scroll
and the Wizard Bradley's powers have been returned?
That is correct, oh, darkest of lords.
You imbeciles!
Ah! Stop doing it, then!
You know by now what happens to those who fail me.
Right, so gas is back on, that should all be...
That's good. So...lets have a look-see at the old bill, eh?
We have got 55 for the furnace itself,
70 for labour, then the dreaded VAT.
Speaking of dreaded vats...
Aaaagh!
See! Gnashy teeth!
You've got to have your gnashy teeth.
Gnash him right up!
That stuff is amazing!
I'd be out in the garden for a fiver now!
Where do you get it?
Oh, just this place I know.
It's not that new-age gaff, is it? No, no, it's, um...
Look, every day for the past two weeks an Elf has come through
the kitchen cupboard and taken me to another world,
and a wizard there gave me the medicine.
And I know that that sounds really weird...
Oh, my days! That wizard just blew my mind, man!
I'm not from, er, this part,
but I saw him and then he is not here.
And we was like, "Where?" And he was like, "Where?"
And we were like, "WHERE?"
My brain is trying to now compute what my eyes now know, yeah?!
I'm sorry, but if you're not impressed by that,
I don't want to know you.
Unless you're, like, really pretty and then I'll probably get over it.