We are the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks
We're the spirits from the forest moon
We're the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks
We're the spirits from the forest moon
We are brave, we are bold Like our storytellers told
That we're strong and we will fight And we'll stand up for our rights
We're the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks
We're the spirits from the forest moon
We are the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks
We're the spirits from the forest moon
Yes, we're home on the ground And on highways in the trees
When we want to fly high we just sail out on the breeze
We are the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks
Yeah, we're one big happy family
We are the E-E-E-E-E-E-Ewoks
One big happy happy family
Oh, dear! It hasn't rained for months.
And there's not a single Aura blossom left.
Whoa!
(GRUNTING)
Hey!
Look down here, guys.
Goon daa, Wicket.
You found the Aura blossoms.
WICKET: At least the drought left us a few.
Can be great decorations for the Festival of Hoods tomorrow night.
Oh! They're not Aura blossoms.
They're firefolk.
(ALL) Wistie!
Oh! It's Queen Izrina!
Greetings from the Ewok tribe, oh Queen of all the Wisties.
(PLAYING FLUTE)
(GULPS)
(NERVOUS CHUCKLE) Sorry, Aunt Bozzie.
Tash te!
I send you young ones on an important errand
and here you are, cavorting with the firefolk.
Come along now. And mind those lanterns.
We can't have any fires with the forest so dry.
(GROWLING IN DISTANCE)
(SHRIEKING)
No escape, little flutterglow.
There's a great thirst in the forest,
almost as great as Morag's thirst for vengeance.
And you, our Wistie Queen,
are my newest servant
in my battle with Logray and his cursed Ewoks.
(EVIL LAUGHTER)
Ee Chee! And I thought it was hot outside.
A necessary discomfort, Chirpa.
Goon dah, Logray.
If the forest were to catch fire,
this magic foam would help put it out.
But between you and me, I hope we never have to use it.
(SIGHS) Baga! Come back!
Oh!
(BOZZIE EXCLAIMING)
(CLATTERING)
(BOZZIE GROANS)
Wicket!
-We'll catch him, Aunt Bozzie. -WICKET: Baga, come back here.
Baga!
Goopa, Baga.
You want to be a good little bordok and take your bath, don't you?
I don't know how you do it, Teebo, but I'm glad you can.
Thees, Baga.
Hey, how's it going, guys?
Goopa, Paploo.
You kids ready for the party?
You bet.
My sister, Malani, will be getting her hood tonight. It'll be great.
-Huh, Wicket? -Yeah.
If Aunt Bozzie doesn't skin me alive first.
Listen, kid, you need cheering up.
How about a nice, relaxing game of drop-the-sack?
Drop-the-sack?
Paploo, you know the Elders forbid us to play that stupid game.
Take it easy, cousin, we won't get caught.
I think you're being foolish.
I'll do it. What about you, Wicket?
I don't know.
What if we get in trouble?
Hey, you're with me, right?
Come, gentlemen. The sacks await.
Look, maybe I should just stay here and... (GRUNTS)
Forget it.
(BOZZIE SHRIEKS)
(BOZZIE GRUNTS)
BOZZIE: Wicket W. Warrick, when I get my hands on you...
(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)
Hey, you guys. Wait for me.
Poor, flutterglow.
You wish to fly away, yes.
(EVIL LAUGHTER)
Soon you'll fly. Soon!
Yes!
Why do you intrude?
Greetings, Mistress Morag.
Dulok Shaman?
Whoa!
Old fakir! What do you want here?
Well, uh...
we Duloks have been troubled by insect bites lately,
and we were wondering if you could spare a...
Ah!
You've caught one of the firefolk.
How delicious!
Not for eating, stupid.
For revenge.
Revenge on Logray and cursed Ewoks.
Tell me, why do you hate the Ewoks so?
Logray and I go back a long way.
We are old... friends.
(LAUGHS)
Wistie is a present for my friend.
(SHRIEKING)
Watch and learn, old fakir.
(CHANTING)
(SHRIEKING)
Ha-ha!
Ha-ha-ha!
Firefolk, the Ewoks call you now!
(CHANTING)
And from your fire shall spread the forest's death.
(EVIL LAUGHTER)
(ALL LAUGHING)
TEEBO: There he goes!
Run him forward, run him back
Run him under and drop a sack!
Missed me again, lurdos!
-Get him! Wee! -Get him.
Pathetic! (LAUGHS)
Absolutely pathetic!
My grandmother can throw better than that.
WICKET: This is a great game, Paploo.
Why don't the Elders let us play it?
They say it's dangerous.
-Hey, let him have it, Wicket! -Oh-oh!
Oh, kvark.
Oh, no.
(GRUNTS)
Who did that?
I'm sorry, Aunt Bozzie, it was just a...
It was a giant mud-slinging thunder bat.
Honest, Mom. They shot down out of the sky,
throwing mud at everything. Right, Wicket?
-Uh, Thunder Bats? -CHIRPA: Mmm. Very interesting.
Did the bats drop this, too?
Goopa, Uncle Chirpa.
Are you sure you boys weren't playing drop-the-sack?
No! Oh, I mean, yes.
I mean, maybe just a little bit.
Whoa!
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
Careful!
Drop that, and my Yuzzums feast on Dulok Shaman tonight.
All this trouble for a common Wistie?
No common Wistie,
the queen of all firefolk is she.
Oh, that's nice.
But what about the bug-bite cure you promised me?
Take it and go.
But remember, you must do me a favor sometime.
Yes, of course, mightiest of witches,
queen of the night spirit.
Begone!
(EXCLAIMS)
O most...
Whoa!
MORAG: Back to your own kind you fly.
To each of the Wisties you bring my curse,
and to the dry trees and Ewoks,
you bring blazing ruin!
I'll never try to lie myself out of trouble again.
Me neither. It's too much work.
Kvark. You tell one little fib, and bam, they put you on the work crew.
Hard work, too.
(GRUNTS) Danvay!
Help me!
It's spreading!
Dangar, Ewoks!
You boys stand back and watch.
This is the way to put out a fire.
What do you mean, setting a fire in this dry field?
But... But we didn't start the fire. Honest.
Don't try to fib your way out of trouble again, Paploo.
Who started it?
Nobody. It just exploded out of my broom.
It was weird.
I see.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Oh no.
They didn't believe us.
I wouldn't either,
not after the whopper Paploo told about the Thunder Bats.
Right, blame it all on me, why don't you?
I am, lurdo.
Lurdo? Why you...
Take that back, Dulok brain.
Make me!
Hey, hey, break it up, you guys.
We got three days to spend in this outpost.
Let's make the best of it.
-(GROANS) Okay. -Okay, Paploo.
All right, inmates, lights out.
Things will look better in the morning. You'll see.
(SNORING)
What are you guys doing in my dream?
Wait a minute, I'm having the dream here.
No. No, I am!
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(GASPS)
The trees are in pain and calling to us for help.
You dreamed it, too?
-We all did. -It wasn't just a dream.
They're really calling to us.
Can you hear them?
(CRYING IN DISTANCE)
Oh, no!
It's a forest fire.
WICKET: Come on, we gotta warn the village.
Dangar!
Hey, you guys.
Hey, you kids were supposed to stay in that hut.
But Weechee, the forest...
(SHRIEKING IN DISTANCE)
Whoa! What is it?
Don't touch it, whatever you do.
It's Izrina, the Queen of the Wisties.
She's the one who started the fire.
(SHRIEKING)
Izrina says she's not to blame.
She was put under a spell by Morag, the Tulgah witch.
Morag?
(GRUNTS)
WICKET: Ee Chee! The trees are burning!
We gotta warn the tribe!
Everyone back to the village.
Welcome to the Festival of Hoods.
This is a great party.
Only, I wish Wicket and Paploo could be here.
Tonight we gather here in the shadows of our sacred Soul Trees
to honor these young Ewoks.
Like the trees planted for each of you on your birthday,
you have grown strong and tall.
Always have Ewoks and trees lived together,
each protecting the other in times of danger.
And this bond will grow, as you now take your first steps
toward a greater life with the tribe.
(LAUGHS)
I can see we'll have to get you another hood.
Oh, no, Chief Chirpa, it's perfect.
I'll grow into it. Honest.
Very well. Now I declare you all...
WICKET: Hutar! Hutar!
Wicket!
How dare you come here?
You are being punished.
But Chief Chirpa, the forest is burning down.
Lies, all lies. More of your tricks, I'm sure.
Wicket's no liar.
Besides, I saw it, too.
WICKET: She'll tell you all about it, sir.
Queen Izrina?
(SHRIEKING)
Morag? Oh! That twisted Tulgah hag.
This time she's gone too far.
(WAILING IN DISTANCE)
TEEBO: Malani, do you sense it, too?
I can feel the trees.
They're scared, Teebo, and hurt.
The trees have always spoken strongest to the littlest ones.
We are in great danger.
Prepare the defenses!
Take the bucket! Come on!
Throw the water!
More water!
The flames will be at the village soon.
MORAG: Poor Ewoks.
No water for your fire.
(LAUGHS)
Chief Chirpa, the river's drying up.
We must keep trying, no matter what.
Logray, have you finished your magic foam?
Yes.
And there's lots more of it back at my hut.
Goon dah. Bring the catapult!
(ALL GRUNTING)
Lower it again!
MORAG: You don't win that easily, old friend Logray. (LAUGHS)
(ALL CLAMORING)
Wicket! You changed the Wisties back!
But they wrecked the catapult.
Oh, we're finished.
There's got to be another way.
If we can only get up higher than the flames,
use our gliders maybe.
No. The way that wind is blowing,
it would sweep you right into the fire.
Izrina's anxious to help.
The Wisties can guide the young ones safely through the skies.
So be it.
WICKET: Dangar, Ewoks! Here we go!
Young Wicket's idea had great wisdom after all.
Perhaps we were too quick to judge the boy, Bozzie?
Hmm.
They've cleared a path through the flames.
We can help them turn the blaze before it reaches the Soul Trees.
The Soul Trees! They mustn't be harmed.
(SQUEAKING)
(WHISTLES)
The fire's dying!
This is one time the Elders won't scold us for playing drop-the-sack, huh, Kneesaa?
Wicket, it's Aunt Bozzie!
You won't take my Soul Tree, you hear?
(EXCLAIMS)
I'll help her!
Oh, get away!
Wicket, you terrible, nasty, rotten...
wonderful, dear, sweet, marvelous angel!
Well done, my old friend.
Helped save the people again, you did.
Soon it'll be just you and I, Logray.
And then it'll be just I!
Huh?
Ah!
Oh!
(SQUEAKING)
Thank the Spirit Tree.
This rain will help the forest grow strong again.
Yay! We saved the trees!
-BOZZIE: Wicket. -Huh?
I wanted to thank you for saving my Soul Tree.
Can you ever forgive me for being so hard on you?
That's okay, Aunt Bozzie.
-Friends? -Friends.
(LAUGHS)
Ee Chee Wa Wa!
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)