Whoo!
Show me them legs!
Shelby?
Mm! So many legs!
That griz is unreal!
Hey, dancing bug!
Uh, come on, man. Shake it.
No.
I really couldn't — okay!
Maybe I could.
Whoa, dang, DB.
You're the best bug at this party.
What?
Hey, I've got moves, too, guys.
Yeah, right, Shelby.
What are you gonna do?
The worm?
No.
Um... I'm gonna do parkour.
Hmm.
Ha-ha.
Parkour!
I'm doing parkour!
Oop!
Ah. Oh, no.
I really hurt myself.
Guys, I'm so dumb!
Ugh!
Hey, somebody forgot their —
Oh, cram!
Um... who are you?
Pbht!
Oh. There's — there's a note.
"Hey, dude.
The tip of your tail got snipped off,
so now you have a little brother.
We named him Butty Butterson.
Signed, the other bugs."
I'll call you Kent for short.
Jake.
Jake!
Hmm?
Whoa! Shelby.
What's going on there?
With your butt?
It's fine.
I was goofing off, got hurt.
Now I got a little brother.
I named him Kent.
I'm Kent.
Whoa!
A talking brother!
You can chop up a worm and get two?
I thought that was a myth.
Myth is a powerful force in my life, dude.
So, the thing is, I don't know beans about being a big brother.
Can you give me some tips?
Ah, it's easy.
You just give him something
sharp and get him to fight bad guys.
That's it?
Yeah, you might have to stretch all big if he gets
in real trouble.
But, yeah.
All right.
Sounds good.
Someday, you'll be Kent's food.
Oh, wow.
Hey, how did you do that?
I don't know.
Hmm.
Okay, Kent.
This is for real important.
You're my little brother,
so your purpose is to fight bad guys.
So go fight some bad guys.
Or girls. Don't discriminate.
Oh.
Okay, brother.
Boo-oop!
Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop!
Hyah!
A bad guy.
Ah! Let's fight!
Aaah!
Hey! Get back here!
Don't run!
I'm super new at fights.
And at being alive.
Hi.
Who are you?
Where am I?
Why do my parts hurt?
Oh, good. You're awake.
I am Leaf Beard.
I found you blonked out and bruised in the tunnels.
But if you drink of our dewdrops,
it will fix up all your ouchies.
Oh!
Pbht!
The Rat King has made his way to our end of the roots.
You should be more careful.
Oh.
Oh, okay.
What's a Rat King?
Oh.
You're not from The Roots.
I'm from my brother's butt.
Maybe.
The Rat King's been destroying our home,
chewing up the roots of this tree.
This tree that gives us life!
Life!
Hey!
So, he's a bad guy?
So sick nasty bad.
That means I got to fight him.
That's what my brother said to do!
Where's my sword?
Your sword was shattered to butts when I found you.
Oh... bummer.
Yes.
Bums.
What do I do?
Urn...
I don't know.
But the Blacksmith could make you a new one, probably.
That's who I am.
And I am very good at me.
Okay, so, like, the Rat King has been messing up the roots, yeah?
Chewing on them with his teeth.
The sword has to be made of the strongest tree stuff so even his
teeth can't break it!
Bring me the freshest
ingredients and I'll do it up.
Follow the sound of the singing crystal.
There you'll find the first element.
Boo!
Cool, cool.
Ha!
Greetings.
Hey, man.
I'm looking for some unbreakable ore.
Y'all got that here?
I have what you seek.
But consider this instead.
I offer you this treasure of glittering emeralds.
You'll be infinitely rich
and live the rest of your days in comfort.
No, I'm good.
Just the ore, please.
Oh, ho! Well done.
By resisting the temptation of wealth, you have passed my test.
Nah, I just don't care about money.
My name's Kent.
I'm supposed to fight bad guys.
All right.
That's pretty weird, but...
here you go — the unbreakable ore.
Uh...
Uh, can you just — yeah.
Oh, there. There she goes.
Ha, ha!
Boop, boop, ba-doop, ba-doop,
ba-doop, boop, boop, boop.
Whoop, whoop!
Greetings.
Come to fight me, eh?
My name is Kent, and if I had a sword,
I'd totally fight you.
But for now, I'm looking for a clod of mystic Earth.
Yes. I have what you seek.
But consider this instead.
I offer you the hand of one of my beautiful daughters.
You'll become a good husband and
live the rest of your days in true love.
Nah, I don't care about being a good husband or wife or
whatever.
All's I care about is fighting bad guys!
Dang, homes, that's cold.
Here you go.
Mystic Earth.
Greetings.
Dude, you know why I'm here!
Yeah.
And I got what you want.
But consider this instead.
Hyah!
Drink this sap, and you'll have life eternal.
You'll never meet death and you'll outlast the world.
Urn...
I was born earlier today,
so I don't really get a sense of my own mortality.
No, thank you.
Hyah!
The sacred flame.
Oh, what?
I name this sword...
Punch Party!
I feel so cool right now.
It's party time.
Whoa! Uh!
Greetings.
Who's there?
I am the Rat King.
Why are you here?
I-I've got, like, this rad sword,
and... I'm gonna fight you with it.
Yes!
Who are you fighting me for?
Your brother?
What?
Instead, why don't you join me?
I offer you cosmic power.
You'll be a King and live the rest of your days as a god.
You're messing up the tree, and I totally live here!
You're a bad guy!
Yeah.
Don't do that!
How do you plan to defeat me?
I'm... making... this... up... as I go!
Dang.
Having a brother around looks kind of fun.
Whoa!
Kent proceeded to relate his fantastic journey to me.
It was all super good.
But he had also partaken of the food of the underworld,
and so he was compelled to return there by dewdrop law.
That's what he said, at least.
Maybe he was having second thoughts about infinite riches,
true love, and eternal life.
Or maybe he had just decided
that fighting bad guys wasn't really his deal.
But I do know this — free from the Rat King's cursed teeth,
that spring, for the first time in many years,
the willow tree was in bloom.
This party is so crazy!