Ren: Ioz! Hold her steady! The Compass is trying to hone in on a Treasure--steady and I'll have a fix on it! Ioz: Steady! Noy Jitat...these seas are wilder than a night in Janda-Town! Tula--I told you to trim the sail! Tula: I'm working on it, Ioz! Ioz: Don't just lie there, monkeybird--help Tula! Niddler: "Help Tula"...I've had just about enough of this treasure-hunting business. Too much danger and too little to eat. Ioz: Now, monkeybird! Niddler: And too many orders! Tula: Niddler, I need some slack! Fly up and tug on that winch! Niddler: Niddler, do this--Niddler, do that! Tula: There. Niddler: You're welcome! Ren: The Treasure lies dead ahead, beyond that fog bank. Ioz: Figures--and who knows what's lurking ahead of us! Niddler: Well, I know what's lurking behind us--that pug-faced piglet Konk! Ren: We'll lose him in the fog bank! Konk: You not be so lucky at second time, sea scum! Ren: Full sail, Tula! Niddler: Dooohhhh! Konk: After them! Ioz: Konk will never find us in this soup. Tula: There's something strange about this fog--don't you feel it? Ren-! This is stecca-fog! It'll dissolve the Wraith and us along with it! Niddler: Help! My feathers are on fire! Ren: I'll get us out of this--oh, no! Tula: Ren--we won't last much longer in this fog! Ren: I'm open to suggestions! Ioz: By the seas of Mer--I didn't come all this way to be eaten alive by a Jitatin fog! I live by the sword, and I'll steer by the sword! Ren: We're coming about--whoa!--if we don't come apart first! Niddler: Oh, tell me about it! Konk: By fires of Fezwa--yeaaaahhhh! Niddler: At least this stecca-fog's good for one thing. Ren: Chongo-longo! The sun never looked so good...No doubt about it--there's an island hidden in the fog. That's where we'll find the Treasure! Ioz: What? You expect us to fly? Ren: Yes, on the sail glider! Tula: It's worth a try. Ioz: Niddler--bring me my sword! Niddler: Hey, what do I look like, a cabin boy? Hmph, can't even soak your tail in peace... Ioz: Now fly down and release the sail moorings. Niddler: Whatever you say, master! Hey! Wait up! Ren: Landfall dead ahead! Niddler: Lunch dead ahead! I see some minga-melon trees--uh, see you later! Konk: Wherever Jitatin monkeybird goes, Ren will be sure to follow! Heh--Konk genius! Ioz: That chongo-longo fog loosened the rope bindings! Ren: Hang on-- Ren and Ioz: Ooohhhh! Ren: Tula? Ioz? Ioz: Not one of your better landings, Ren. Tula: That's why I got off early. We can make a new glider! Ren: We'll need it to get the Treasure. Ioz: For once, couldn't they hide it at the bottom of the mountain? Niddler: Now this is my kind of island--minga-melons everywhere! And no one to tell you what to do. Lunch is served! Mm! I guess I should leave a few for the others, but...oh, thanks. Huh?? H-hello. W-w-who are you? You kind of look like monkeybirds except for-- Klack: We are the Mobo. And these are our minga-melons. Niddler: Nice--nice melons, they're--all yours! I'll find a less crowded lunch spot. Zena: Klack--those wings! He could be the one! Klack: Wait! Niddler: Hey, I'd like to stay, but I'm helping my shipmates save the world, and that takes a lot of--oh-- Klack: Grab him! Zena: He can fly! Niddler: *squawk* Heelllpp! Ioz: There--that should hold it together, Ren. But all bets are off if we hit any stecca-fog. Ren: Any sign of Niddler? Tula: No! Ah--but it looks like there's a grove of minga trees down there! Ioz: It doesn't take a sea gypsy to predict who's stuffing his face. Ren: Well, we'd better find him. Konk: Now Konk's chance--get Compass, get glider, get Treasure...get hopping[?]...what that? Ioz: Well, well. Looks like even the stecca-fog couldn't digest this kreld-eater. Konk: Yaaahh! Tula: You could hurt someone with this, Konk! Konk: Look out--behind you! Ren: Oh, we're not falling for that old pirate's tale...Ioz-- Ioz: Noy Jitat... Konk: You stop Konk's enemies. You Konk's friends...duhh...maybe not... Ioz: Jitatin waves...man the sails--! Ren: It's no storm, Ioz...but we are in trouble! Klack: On your feet! Our king is coming! Ren: For once I should've listened to that pig-faced Konk. Konk: Right you are, kreld-eater! Ioz: Konk?? Now I really have to get out of here... Klack: Our king will decide what to do with you. Grandfather: Let the prisoners kneel before our king. Ioz: Noy Jitat! Tula: I don't believe it! Ren: It can't be! Niddler: Surprised? So was I--until these Mobo convinced me that I'm their legendary king, just because I have these. Ahh...it's so nice to finally be...appreciated... Grandfather: He is our king, the one foretold by the scrolls of Mobo! Zena: Grandfather is right--we've waited many years for you, King Niddler! Niddler: Thanks, Zena. King Niddler...it has a real ring to it, eh, Ioz? Ioz: To them you may be a king--to me, you're still just a Jitatin monkeybird! Ren: That means, uh, royal, regal monkeybird, right, Ioz? Ioz: Uh--something like that. Tula: Uh, how about giving the order to free your friends, Your Highness? Niddler: Of course, Tula! It's a lot more fun to be giving orders, instead of getting them. Konk: What about Konk, Your Highness? Niddler: Why, you're free too, Konk--free to clean up my royal litter. I hate sitting on minga-melon seeds. Konk: Noy Jitat. Konk rather pluck royal feathers. Ioz: Game's over, Your Highness--let's get the Treasure and get out of here. Niddler: I don't think my people appreciate my king leaving just as they're getting to know me. Ren: Come on, Ioz--let King Niddler stay. Mobo: Yaaay! Tula: We'll get the Treasure ourselves! Niddler: Good idea! And please take your time. Tula: I think the crown has gone to Niddler's head. Ren: Well, let him enjoy it while he can. Right now, our world depends on us finding that Treasure! Ioz: And it'll be nice and peaceful finding that Treasure without that monkeybird whining about how hungry he is. Niddler: More minga-melons! Do you want your king to starve? Klack: It is hard to believe that fruit-faced babooni is our king. Grandfather: Believe it, my child. The scrolls of Mobo do not lie. King Niddler is the one who will save us from the curse of the Feryx. Ioz: Hold, you chongo-longo vines, hold... Ren: We're almost there--just beyond the clouds! Tula: Stecca-clouds, Ren--steer around them! Ioz: Noy Jitat! We're safe! Tula: Not all of us... Ren: Help! Tula: Hold on, Ren! If I can just focus my energy... Ren: Can't hold o-on! Ioz: Ren--hang on! Ren: Thanks, Ioz. Ioz: No--thank our resident ecomancer. Niddler: Watch the tangles, pig-face. Konk: Chongo-longo! Niddler: What was that? Zena: Nothing you cannot stop, o king. Niddler: Me? How am I supposed to stop an earthquake? Zena: It is no earthquake, o king. It is the feryx that lives at the top of Mobo Mountain. He is awakening from his yearly slumber. Niddler: He must have had a real nightmare! Who is this feryx anyhow? Zena: A frightful creature who preys on Mobo. Grandfather: Only one thing can stop the feryx. I have put a spell on one of his feathers. Plant it on him, and my Mobo magic will destroy him! Niddler: Good, good! All right, you two get going, it's a very long climb. Grandfather: Your Highness--only you can do it! Zena: No Mobo can fly around the evil cloud that protects the feryx lair. Klack: For our legendary king, it should be no problem. Niddler: Your king will be the judge of that. Zena: But you must do this--or all our lives will be in danger! Niddler: What if this feryx wakes up? Grandfather: H-he won't, o king, if you hurry. Niddler: Hmm, planting a feather...can't be all that hard--can it? Niddler: If I knew I was going to do all this flying, I would have gone easier on those melons! That's an evil cloud, all right--it's that same stecca stuff that almost left me bald! Zena said he'd be in a smelly cave...pee-yew, that's gotta be it. That's it, feryx, keep on snoring...uh-oh...light sleeper? Bad morning breath! Chongo-longoooo! I think the reign of King Niddler the First is going to be my last! Ren: Noy Jitat! Tula: It's almost as if the mountain doesn't want to give up the Treasure? Ioz: For once, I wish that monkeybird was around... Ren: We've come this far--there must be a way through. Mobo: Yaaay! Niddler: Silence! Why didn't you warn me about that feryx? He's a monster! A big monster! With stecca breath! Grandfather: But no more, now that you've destroyed him, right? Niddler: Wrong. He almost blew my head off! Mobo: Awww. Zena: But you will go back and try again, o king! Niddler: Oh-ho no, not me, uh-uh. Not for a million minga-melons! Klack: I think our king is nothing but a coward! Niddler: What king? I quit! Zena: Now look what you've done. King Niddler! Wait! Come back! Tula: Need more power...to find the wind within... Ioz: This is never going to work. Ren: Shh! Let her concentrate. Ioz: By the two moons, she blew a wind tunnel! Ren: Now's our chance! Hurry, Ioz! Tula, grab the rope! Ioz: Noy Jitat, Tula--any closer and you would've been stecca-slag. Tula: Why, Ioz--you almost sound like you were worried about me! Ioz: Well, of course--I do need a way down. Niddler: I've gotta find Ren and get off this Jitatin island before that monster wakes up...but first, I've gotta catch my breath--I'm still a few melons over my flying weight. Zena: Please, King Niddler, you can't abandon us! Niddler: I gave it my best try, Zena--what do you want from me? Zena: My grandfather and I still believe in you, King Niddler! Niddler: Hey, believe me, I'm no king--just a monkeybird who'd like to keep his feathers a little bit longer. Goodbye, Zena, and good luck. Zena: Then I must help my people. You fly me to the feryx--I will plant the feather! Niddler: Yeah, sure--and maybe I'll wrestle a leviathan! Zena: Oh, no! Mobo: *cries of fear* Zena: Grandfather! Niddler: Zena, wait! Konk: Konk is out of here! Zena: Grandfather! Grandfather: You've brought back our king... Klack: We were lucky this time, Treel--no Mobo were carried off. But the feryx will be back, and there's no one to stop him! Zena: Now do you see why you must help us? You're our only hope, King Niddler! Konk: Monster is gone! Soon, Konk gone, too! Ren: The Treasure's in here. Ioz: This place smells worse than a kreld-scow. Tula: Something's been living in here, Ren--something with a big appetite. Ren: Don't worry, we'll be on our way before--whatever-it-is comes back. Feryx: Roar! Tula: I told you to take a bath, Ioz... Ioz: I did--last month. Chongo-longo! Feryx: Roar! Niddler: I probably won't even make it to the pinnacle--and if I do, I am not going in! Zena: At last! The lair! Ren: I'll keep him busy, you two make a run for it! Niddler: Please be careful, Zena! Feryx: Roar! Ioz and Tula: Ren! Oof! Niddler: I knew something like this was going to happen! Zena: The feather-! Niddler! Help! Niddler: I'm the one who needs help! Zena: The feather! Get the feather! Niddler: The feather? The feather-! D-owww! Gotcha! Oh, yeah? Take that! Zena: King Niddler! You did it! Ren: Hey--something's happening to the Treasure! Konk: You bet! Konk finally get shiny stone. Huh--what? Ioz: It's dissolving the stecca-mist! Tula: I'll bet the feryx and his mist must've been put here to guard the Treasure! And now that the monster's gone, the jewel is removing it! Konk: Konk can't see! Yaaaaaah! Ren: Nice catch, Niddler. Konk: King monkeybird--royal pain! Ren: Niddler, what would we do without you? Niddler: It's about time someone asked that question. Grandfather: Take back your crown, King Niddler, and remain with us forever. Your courage has saved the Mobo! Niddler: Hey, it wasn't my courage. She's the one who deserves the crown. So let's here it for Queen Zena! Mobo: Hooray! Queen Zena! Ren: Spoken like a true king, Niddler. Tula: Congratulations, Zena--I know you'll make a great ruler. Zena: What's--happening? I feel--strange! My wings! Mobo: What's this? Whoa! I have wings too! Ren: Tula, what did you do? Tula: I don't know--that stecca-fog must've stunted their wing-growth. I guess my powers just gave it a boost! Mobo: Yaay! Ioz: You'd better fly too, Niddler! Niddler: Hey--don't forget about provisions! This could be a very long quest...!