What were you's thinking? You poor saps really thought
you could take down a level 12 wall. Well, looks aren't everything. One gold? That's an insult, dude! Hey, wanna play catch the Goblin? Sure! And after
we'll play kick the Golem! Hey kid, I ain't running
no puppet theater here. This is a boneyard. My puppet theater is on the other side. Aw, sorry. Hey kid, why are you
talking to these bones anyway? It's weird. Where are your friends? I don't have any. Look who it is. Jeffrey the weirdo! Don't worry. We're just ribbing you. You gonna cry
like a little baby, Jeffrey? Hey! You knuckleheads got no spines,
how about I give you one! Too slow. Aw gee, thanks. Threatening kids is the nicest thing
anyone's ever done for me. Hey, weird kid, c'mere! Listen, everybody
deserves to have friends, so I made you some outta extra bones
I was gonna throw out. Hi, Jeffrey. Want to do something? Something? Sure! Oh, that's nice. You dumb mosquito!
I toldja before, I got no blood! Gold! Gold! - Ka-ching!
- Ka-ching, indeed! All right, boys. Coast is clear. After this, we're all gonna be rich. Yeah, we'll have crystal walls,
flags from every country and a bunch of torches
that don't do anything. We're in! We did it! We did it! Okay. Don't panic, guys. At least we still got the gold. - The gold!
- Our shovels! Okay. We may be trapped here,
but we have enough food for weeks. Uh, sorry.
I eat when I think I'm gonna die. "Crisis Watch: Day One." It's been eight hours
since the ground opened up and swallowed three Miners
and millions in victory gold. Order! Order in the Hall! We're doing everything
to bring our gold... oh, yes, and our Miners, back home. I don't want to point fingers,
but it was Lloyd! What? It wasn't my fault! Somebody moved my hut over Miner tunnels. Wow, I can't believe you grew that beard
in one day. Very impressive. These walls are slicker
than a Minion's lips. What? Everyone experiments in college. Hello, trapped Miners! We're working on a rescue plan but... in the meantime,
we're throwing down supplies. Food, water, and some drawings
from the local children. Use the drawings to make a fire. Send it down soft next time! Day 20 of "Blunder Down Under" and Town Hall
may finally have a solution. I'm here with Zeke,
who'll give us a breakdown of the plan. We'll take this rope,
and throw it down the hole. Technology!
What a wonderful time to be alive. - Peat, no! It's a rope.
- I know! Okay, do we have another rope? Our rope budget was spent on the banner. I just have to save those jerks so these jerks won't think
I'm a jerk. Hello, serendipity! Wait, I can use you! Good work, brave Goblins.
Your Village salutes you. - Yeah! Someone order a hero?
- No, not really. Oh, yeah, well. Either way, I'm here. Well, they're dead. Close up the hole.
It's a tripping hazard. King, we're alive. I didn't cause the mine collapse. They did! When they were trying
to steal all of our gold! Okay, let's all
take a deep breath here and run! See? Tripping hazard. Look at that weirdo
running around, playing. Weirdo. Yeah, him having fun makes me mad
for no apparent reason! We'll handle this. I don't know you,
but I'm about to clean your coccyx. Your arm. Something about it is familiar. It looks like... my Dad's arm. Nah. Your Dad had your Mom scrimshawed
on his radius bone. Oh, man! It is his arm! - Whoa, your Mom is hot!
- Shut up! That woman is a saint! I became a bully
'cause my Dad wasn't around to raise me! I bully because hurting weaker people
makes me feel strong. We're sorry, Jeffrey. We're so sorry! Aw, Dad! I missed you. Here. You need your Dad's arm
more than we do. Jeffrey, you're alright. Can I look at your mom again? Good job today, comrades. And great job
to one warrior in particular. Me, Rick the Giant! Hey! When I laugh, you laugh. I bet I can throw these farther
than you can even shoot them! That's it, you big bully! Let's test your toughness with something
I've been experimenting with! What have you done? You better start
changing your jerkish ways, because you're stuck at this size
until you learn how to make friends. Being small, isn't being tall. No, it's not tall at all.
No, it's not tall at all. In fact, it's just small. Shrunk down, and close to the ground, being itty-bitty can be a pity,
because after all, small is small. I used to be the biggest and baddest,
but now I can barely fight off a... fight off a, uh... My point is I want my old life back. Is it really your old life you want back,
or just your old size? What do you mean? I mean, is that really
who you want to be? A mean loner who doesn't have anyone
to lean on when things get tough? Did you ever think that helping someone
might be better than hurting them? Think about that. Being small isn't tall, but no matter your size,
you can still surprise. Make improvements,
with your tiny movements, because even the small can help us all. So I said,
"Elixir? I hardly even know her!" And now, for my next trick,
I need a nostril. I'd say someone small
has learned a pretty big lesson. And I have to thank you for that. I think you've earned this. No! Wait! Not yet... I guess I should have waited for him
to exit the nostril first. I want you all to know I'm a new Giant. No more bad attitude. Instead, I'm about peace,
love, and friendship. We're under attack! Stomp them, Rick! I will stomp them... with kindness. Friends! Friends! You're all my friends! Gimme a hug! Gimme a hug. Everybody,
gimme a hug. Come on. Gimme a hug. Finally, a size eight. Hyup!
