Knock-knock.
Please don't reply.
Who's there?
Don't encourage him.
Owls.
Owls who?
Here it comes.
Heh! That's right. Owls hoo.
If I have to hear anymore of his ridiculous owl jokes...
Hoohoo. It's hilarious!
Knock-knock.
Please don't reply.
Who's there?
Don't encourage him.
Owls.
Owls who?
Here it comes.
Heh! That's right. Owls hoo.
If I have to hear anymore of his ridiculous owl jokes...
Hoohoo. It's hilarious!
Kludd, I... I miss Ma and Da... I'm scared.
Don't be. You're with me, now. Eglantine, this is our home. They really appreciate us here.
Kludd, please? Can we just go find Soren?
Hey! Hey! Forget about Soren! Soren's weak! We're Tytos... [sees Nyra flying over him] ...Pure Ones.
Kludd, I promise I won't tell anyone what you're doing... I just want to go home.
All right, Eglantine.
So we could go? When?
Tomorrow.
But first, tonight... just sleep. [reveals the moonlight, Eglantine starts to get sleepy]
The Guardians win, la-la-la-la-la, they go home. The end. Think about something real.
They're real.
I'm not letting you hurt one more soul!
Oh, you're not letting me? Oh, what a pity to waste such a strong, young and confident Tyto.
No, Soren!
Oh, you know this sad, old owl?
He's my teacher. My hero.
Well, your hero can teach you one last lesson about Pure Ones' strength...
...by letting you watch him die.
With the peace restored, it was time for celebration, and recognition that our small band of owls, whose fate and a storm had blown into the Tree, now stood before its king and queen as young Guardians. Ready finally, with all their hearts, to take that ancient oath: To mend those who are broken, to make strong the weak, and without hesitation, vanquish the evil. For as we know, Nyra escaped. And Kludd? Well, Kludd was never found. Should I stop?
What? Please, don't stop!
I don't wanna give anyone daymares.
Aw, come on. There must be more! There must be!
Listen to them, Soren. They want more stories. [he surprises the owlets] Well, come on, you lot. Let's not disappoint them. [he steps outside feeling the wind] Ah. There's a good storm brewing. And if we're lucky, it'll be chock full of baggywrinkles.
Legend tells of a band of noble warriors... known as the Guardians of Ga'Hoole. Whenever trouble is at hand, seek them out. For they are sworn to protect the innocent, and vanquish evil... Should I stop?
No! Well, what?
No.
This is my favorite part!
No. No! You told us you'd bring all the Guardians.
But they're not Guardians.
They have no chance against the flecks. Still, I don't think we can trust you anymore, Allomere.
No, no, no, you promised me! YOU PROMISED ME I WOULD BE KING OF THE TREE!
You should know, Allomere, there is only room for one king.
Dinner is served, and she will not stop talking!
Well, your hero can teach you one last lesson about Pure Ones' strength... [Nyra: Don't move.] ...by letting you watch him die.
Do you even know the way to the Sea of Hoolemere? Twilight knows the way.
From the studio that brought you Happy Feet.
Hey! Oh, nice hunting, you should be really proud of yourself. Catching a moth that's already been caught.