Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We can sneak up on Lapin.

Enough talk. Hamsters, attack!

that no one has ever escaped from.

Maybe slightly better news…

let me find that book for you.

Now, go get that holy spork.

Do not approach his cell. Do not touch the bars. Do not approach his cell. Do not touch the bars.

I'm trying to let it go, but I can't.

- They're not? - Nope.

There's nothing good about being me, okay?

And your dad's been king for what? 15 years?

Chickenhare! We thought you were dead.

Well I figured since you're the King, you could make an exception.

So, if you'd just toss it on over here,

the competitors are getting better and better every year.

I wish I was that cunning. But now…

Sounds like a lost cause.

Yup. I think we can totally trust this guy.

Oh, that goes down nice. Oh yeah.

Yeah, my kind of girl!

Of course, I found the spoon!

Chickenhare. You could never embarrass me.

That jet stream gets me every time.

Really? I think it's gonna be much quicker.

"shall be followed for all of his days."

It's not all your fault.

and seven other martial arts.

Now the only thing standing between us and it

I'll let you all go.

The ancient adventurer Frederic the Extremely Short proposed that

You're smart, Chickenhare. I could use someone like you.

So… she corked herself.

Or did I make you think I was?

"one must pass the Three Deadly Trials."

And he was never named king.

Meg, you can stay with us as long as you like.

- Are there other chickenhares? - Not that I know of.

- Look what was behind the bookshelf. - An abstract painting?

in about 12 hours.

"At the hour of 9 on a new day's dawn,

Please remember you're here because of your wings, not your brain.

You couldn't have brought the extra-large whip,

It's the constellation!

You see, when I find the Hamster of Darkness,

Huh? Oh, yeah uh…

Over our dead bodies.

when my dad returned from an adventure…

We're closing in on them.

What's the good news?

I can't clear a bar with my scent like you Meg.

- What about the freak and his friends? - I promised I'd let them go.

Which there probably isn't.

But you are. Because Chickenhare…

Oh no. What are they gonna do,