| Character | Dialogue |
|---|---|
| Blunk | [grumbles] |
| Caleb | Blunk, put that back! |
| Blunk | Blunk have taste for art. Yellow, yum! [slurps] |
| Caleb | We're gathering information, not hideous paintings. Hurry up. |
| Lurden | [grunting] |
| Blunk | [yells] |
| Lurden | [snorts] |
| [both shriek] | |
| Caleb | [panting] |
| [distant siren] | |
| Irma Lair | Will, when you invited us for a sleepover, you didn't mention the pop quiz. |
| Hay Lin | Yeah, we're supposed to be watching videos and braiding each other's hair. |
| Cornelia Hale | And telling me how many boys, like, like me. |
| Elyon | What are best friends for? |
| Will Vandom | I sort of volunteered to be in charge of this year's Spring Carnival. |
| Taranee Cook | What? You know how much work that is? |
| Will Vandom | OK, here's the thing. That's why I kinda volunteered you guys to be my committee. Please? |
| Irma Lair | We have been sleepover-jacked. |
| Hay Lin | Gotta go. |
| Irma Lair | See ya. |
| Elyon | I'm outta here. |
| Cornelia Hale | Can we go, please? |
| Taranee Cook | So outta here. |
| Will Vandom | Principal Knickerbocker said all the cool kids do it. |
| Hay Lin | The same Knickerbocker who attempts to rap the morning announcements? "Word! Have you heard?" "Late for attendance. Lose yo' independence." |
| Will Vandom | OK, I'm lame. But I need a carnival theme by Monday. |
| Martin Tubbs | [doorbell] Pizza! |
| Hay Lin | At least she ordered food. |
| Will Vandom | Uh-uh, but maybe my mom ordered... A nerd. |
| Martin Tubbs | In the time-honoured tradition of male lotharios, I'll be your official pyjama-party crasher. |
| Irma Lair | Martin, get your bunny slippers outta here. |
| Martin Tubbs | Ah, my PJ'd passion-flower, I brought pizza and my favourite board game. Hold these. |
| [girls sigh] | |
| Martin Tubbs | Wait till the guys see this! |
| [girls laugh] | |
| [slipper squeaks] | |
| Will Vandom | "Knights, Naves and Newts?" |
| Irma Lair | The games dweebs play. |
| Will Vandom | And they're about to play them in the school parking lot. A medieval fair, get it? Booths with games and olden-days food. |
| Elyon | And maybe one of those maypole thingies. |
| Cornelia Hale | And a Who's The Fairest Damsel Contest! |
| Irma Lair | We can put a jousting tournament over there. |
| Taranee Cook | Cos nothing says fun like knocking a boy off a horse with a stick. |
| Hay Lin | Costumes! I can design all those retro bodices and wenchy-wear. |
| Will Vandom | Liking it! Now, to con the shop teacher into building it. |
| [bird squawks] | |
| Prince Phobos | Hideous. |
| [painter gasps] Sorry, sire. | |
| Prince Phobos | Even worse. I like it. I detest art that's beautiful or life-affirming. It tends to breed hope in rebellious spirits. The last court painter that dared render a cheerful scene, I imprisoned in his own painting for eternity. |
| Cornelia Hale | Um, why are we here? |
| Hay Lin | To see if I got the Middle Ages right for the fair. |
| Will Vandom | If it's wrong we don't have much time. |
| Irma Lair | I hope Elyon comes through with those balloons. Oh! I'm late for jousting practice. |
| Will Vandom | Yeah, we should go too. |
| Cornelia Hale | I swear that guy's eyes are following me. |
| Will Vandom | You think every guy's eyes are following you. [groans] |
| Wait! Wait! | |
| [all shriek] | |
| [chatter] | |
| Cornelia Hale | What happened? And how does my hair look? |
| Taranee Cook | Is this Meridian? Or Heatherfield? |
| Will Vandom | Neither. Guys, we're inside the painting. |
| Dusty | [horse whinnies] |
| Irma Lair | Mr Fordham, I'll bring Dusty back after I win the tournament. |
| Mr. Fordham | Manure. |
| Irma Lair | You're saying I can't win cos I'm a girl? |
| Mr. Fordham | Talkin' bout our deal. I lend ya Dusty, you muck out the stalls. |
| Irma Lair | Don't you have, like, a pooh vacuum cleaner? |
| [children laugh] | |
| [ox moos] | |
| Will Vandom | There must be a connection with the painting and Meridian. |
| Taranee Cook | And with that ox and my shoe. |
| Prince Phobos | Well, well. Four of the five Guardians, one of whom possesses the Heart of Kandrakar. If I can capture that crystal, my powers will double. Summon Frost the Hunter. |
| [carriage rumbles] | |
| Fair Maids! Make way! | |
| Cornelia Hale | [shrieks] |
| [all sigh] | |
| Cornelia Hale | Sorry, we're not from around here. |
| Elias Van Dahl | I know. I created "here". Elias Van Dahl. Welcome to my painting. |
| Cornelia Hale | You painted this? |
| Frost | [zapping] |
| [all gasp] | |
| Hay Lin | Did you paint that? And if you did, could you erase it? |
| Elias Van Dahl | Frost the Hunter! Quick, in here. |
| [all scream] | |
| Irma Lair | Pooh yuck! That smells worth than horse... |
| [horse whinnies] | |
| Blunk | If Blunk had nickel for every time Blunk hear that... |
| Irma Lair | What are you guys doing here? |
| Caleb | Looks like another portal-mending job. Where's Will? |
| Irma Lair | Great timing! It's the day of the school carnival. |
| Caleb | Cute shovelling suit. |
| Irma Lair | For your information, I'm in a jousting tournament. Medieval fair? You wouldn't understand. |
| Caleb | For your information, I was Junior Jousting Champion of Meridian. And you're wearing your pants backwards. |
| Irma Lair | [chuckles] If you think you're so great, enter the tournament. Wearing your head backwards! |
| Blunk | Nice pixie swatter! Trade Blunk? |
| Elias Van Dahl | It amused Phobos to stick me in a world I'd created. You're the only things here I didn't paint. How did you come to be here? |
| Will Vandom | Well, the Heart of Kandrakar pulled us in. |
| Elias Van Dahl | You are the Guardians of the Veil? I'm honoured. This explains why Phobos sent The Hunter. Have you the power to release us from the painting? |
| Will Vandom | Let's see what we can do. Guardians, unite! |
| Taranee Cook | Oh, great. We have no powers here. |
| Elias Van Dahl | Then you need disguises. |
| Hay Lin | Maybe something like this? |
| [gasps] | |
| Hay Lin | This is, like, way the most realistic sketch I ever did. |
| Will Vandom | Holy cow! It's real! |
| Taranee Cook | Everything you paint comes to life? |
| Cornelia Hale | Oh, let's go clothes painting! |
| Taranee Cook | Ooh. So cute! [chuckles] Check me out! |
| Will Vandom | Not bad. Hem's a little long. |
| Hay Lin | No probs. A little paint-thinner... |
| Cornelia Hale | Hello? The medieval supermodel is waiting. And since it's me, I hope you'll spend a little extra time so my outfit's worthy. |
| Martin Tubbs | [hums out of tune] |
| Irma Lair | Martin, where's Will? |
| Martin Tubbs | ♪ Alas, the maid you seek, my dear ♪ Has ne'er this morn appeared... |
| Irma Lair | One more note, you eat the lute. |
| Principal Knickerbocker | Where's the rest of the committee? The carnival starts in three hours. |
| Elyon | I got the balloons. |
| Principal Knickerbocker | Balloons are not medieval decorations. |
| Elyon | There's really old air inside them. |
| Irma Lair | Well, we do have a medieval minstrel. |
| Martin Tubbs | Giveth me a minute, milady. I gotta tuneth my lute. [out of tune] |
| [crowd chatter] | |
| [all giggle] | |
| Hay Lin | Quite. |
| Cornelia Hale | Oh, ha, ha. Very funny. Just see if I ever let you date any of my rejects. |
| [shrieks] | |
| [animal growls] | |
| [all gasp] | |
| Elias Van Dahl | In here! |
| Will Vandom | Go! Go! [screams] |
| Frost | [growls] [roars] |
| Cornelia Hale | [shrieks] |
| [all scream] | |
| Cornelia Hale | [screams] [creaking] [screams] |
| Taranee Cook | Take my hand! |
| Cornelia Hale | I can't reach you! |
| Will Vandom | Everybody, hang on. |
| Cornelia Hale | No! [screams] |
| Elias Van Dahl | No, I painted that way as a dead end. This way. Back to my studio. |
| Prince Phobos | The Guardians have eluded your bumbling hunter. |
| Lord Cedric | Not for long, my liege. All this painting needs is... more darkness. [hisses] |
| [all grunt] | |
| Irma Lair | Will! Guys! Where'd you go? |
| Can you turn up the TV? | |
| [panting] | |
| [roaring] | |
| Irma Lair | Oh, no! |
| Taranee Cook | Painting scooters was a great idea. |
| Will Vandom | How'd Elias luck out? |
| Hay Lin | It's the man's first bike. I wanted him to cruise in style. |
| Elias Van Dahl | Where'd you paint the brake?! |
| Cornelia Hale | Uh... How are you at painting boats? |
| Taranee Cook | I don't think we got time for a whole boat. |
| [growling] | |
| [all gasp] | |
| [screams] | |
| Cornelia Hale | Faster! Phew! That thing's out of spikes. |
| Morpion | [insects squeak] |
| Cornelia Hale | [screams] |
| Elias Van Dahl | Morpions! Don't let them bite you! |
| Cornelia Hale | Well, duh! |
| Will Vandom | Launch it! Go! Go! |
| [horse whinnies] | |
| Blunk | [screams] |
| Caleb | Thanks, Blunk. |
| Irma Lair | Caleb! Caleb! Look, the others are trapped. |
| Caleb | In your phone? |
| Irma Lair | Inside the painting! Along with Cedric and his goon platoon. |
| Caleb | I've seen this painting. We can go in from the other side. |
| Irma Lair | Other side? |
| [moos] | |
| [all scream] | |
| Taranee Cook | Nice trip! I hope you painted the gas tank full. |
| Will Vandom | I think we're gonna run out of river first. |
| [electronic buzzing] | |
| Caleb | Behind you! |
| Irma Lair | [gasps] Thanks. Now where to? |
| Cornelia Hale | We need more paint! |
| Hay Lin | Can you sail in tar? Cos this is all I got left. |
| [roaring] | |
| [all shriek] | |
| Lord Cedric | [roars] |
| Cornelia Hale | What can we make out of black? |
| Will Vandom | A cannon. |
| Elias Van Dahl | A what? |
| Hay Lin | I know! Let's go bowling for Lurdens! |
| Lurden | [grunting] [yelps] |
| Caleb | In here. |
| [horse whinnies] | |
| Taranee Cook | [strains] |
| Hay Lin | [gasps] We're out of paint. |
| [growling] | |
| Lord Cedric | And out of time. The crystal, please. |
| Will Vandom | We're not out of paint-thinner. One more step, turtle-face, and I erase the Heart of Kandrakar. Like this. |
| [growl] | |
| [hooves clop] | |
| Irma Lair | That's it. |
| Prince Phobos | What are you two doing here? |
| [horse whinnies] | |
| Will Vandom | Guys, I'm getting a cramp in my turpentine-holding hand. |
| [zapping] | |
| [all gasp] | |
| Cornelia Hale | I recognise that aggressive behaviour. |
| Irma Lair | Sir Girl-ahad at your service. |
| Yes! | |
| Caleb | [yells] |
| Will Vandom | No! |
| [screams] | |
| [horses whinny] | |
| [gasps] | |
| [all scream] | |
| [all groan] | |
| [all gasp] | |
| [horse whinnies] | |
| I want one of these TVs. | |
| Principal Knickerbocker | Where is Will Vandom? This spring carnival is a disaster. |
| Martin Tubbs | Tell me. Uriah gave me a lute wedgie in mid-Greensleeves. |
| [all laugh] | |
| Will Vandom | We closed both portals. Now we just need to whip up one instant medieval fair. |
| Principal Knickerbocker | [chuckles] I was beginning to think you'd let your school down. |
| Elias Van Dahl | Shall we join the gaiety, milady? |
| Principal Knickerbocker | [laughs] Well, I'm really more the chaperone! |
| Elias Van Dahl | And here we have a recently-restored masterpiece by that brilliant but under-appreciated artist, Elias Van Dahl. |
| What's with the bike and the bowling balls? | |
| Elias Van Dahl | Um... Moving on... |