Part 9: Leprechaun Rebellion and Confrontation with the Baron

The Leprechaun rebellion - Youtube

: I made that flag you wanted.



: Here, take it.

: It's just like I imagined it! I'm going to put it up right now.
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Brothers, we have been oppressed too long... the day of the Leprechaun is at hand...



: Power to the Little People!

: Power to the Little People!

: Power to the Little People!

: Power to the Little People! That flag is darling, by the way.

: You lads sound happier! You gonna help me get past El Mono then?



: Oh, great.

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Hurry up, my tiny friends! This mine ain't gonna disenchant itself!






: The rest of the lads are still getting ready.

: It's hard to find an outfit that goes with rebellion.

: Will four of you be enough to knack that floating monkey?

: Hmm... I hope so. Sure, it'll take all the magic we can master. Ah, could you scoot over a little, Nelly?

: You're standing in the middle of our magic circle.

: Oh! Soz, like...

: Let's do this thing.

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...

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: An orange! Is that it?

: My tummy feels strange.

: You've magicked up an orange! All that

work for an orange!

: Sure, it's easy to be critical, Nelly-



: It's not even a big one, it's a satsuma.

: El Mono hates oranges!

: And this is a special one, to be sure!

: It'll send him into a dead sleep with the slightest taste.

: Oh, good.

: You deal with El Mono, and we'll be back soon...

: You're leaving? Don't you want to help me kick the Baron in the jimmy?

: Sure, we'll be back with reinforcements before you know it. It's only that... we haven't done magic in years!

: We're a little drained.

: Exactly, we all need to get into a bath with soothing essential oils.

: Not... all in the same bath?

: ...
Of course not.

: Ahhem.

: Well, see you latter.

: Come back soon, boys.
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I s'pose I'm on my own... with a magic orange and a juju monkey. It's been one of those voyages.



Nelly winds up for the pitch...



: The orange'll need more force if I'm going to get it into that monkey's muzzle.

Nelly readies her weapon of choice once more:


: I smash pipes with rocks.
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I reckon I broke the machine.

More importantly, with the steam coming out of the pipe...





: I think it worked! The barrier is gone!



: They're kept in cages!
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Those poor spoonbeaks have been forced to wear fetching little helmets! It's adorably enraging!
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There are letters scratched into the rock. They look like piraglyphics. I'll translate it as soon as I get the spoonbeaks out.




: Don't worry Spoonbeaks, I'll have you out of there in a jiffy!

: Be careful, Baron Widebeard could be here at any moment!

: Bah!

The cages are all locked, and we can't open them, (I like to imagine Trilby is fiddling with them off-screen throughout the next segment) however;

: It's a panel covered in buttons.

Let's go fiddle with it then.



Bars: SLAM!

: What?! What's going on?
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Is someone there?

Clonk, clonk, clonk...

: Hello again, wee Nelly!



: I see you got past El Mono, lass.

: Aye! Prepare to have all your animal henchmen dealt with in a humane but efficient manner!

: Bah, El Mono has been off his game since he drank that formaldehyde on New Year...



: No, I'm going to save the spoonbeaks.

: You what? That's ludicrous!

: I'm going to save them, and you can't stop me.

: You are trespassing, m'dear!



: You're not that kind of guy!

: I'm a Machiavellian minor aristocrat, what makes you think I'm a nice fellow?

: You're kind.

: How so?

: You're fun to be around.

: Am I?

: Well...

: AM I?

:...
No.

: Your people love you.

: Really, who?

: Uh... Langberry Ogtree.

: Who's that?

: He works at the ice rink.

: There is no ice rink.

: I meant the bowling alley...

: There's no bowling alley!

: I meant the roller disco.

: Oh... I think I know who you mean.

: You're a good man.

: Am I?

: You're honest.

: Listen... That's the sound of a protected species of bird being forced to mine gold.
Forced by me.
To mine gold.

: Yeah, you're a git actually.
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You'll regret it!

: Oh I will, will I? Will you threaten me?

: Aye, cross a pirate and you'll regret it.

: I'm not afraid of pirates! You're a gutless, drunken rabble!

: Rabbi?

: No, "rabble".

: Oh, yeah, we are a rabble.
Gutless though? Pirates have guts coming out of their ears... sometimes literally.

: Then how come I'm holding a gun and you're carrying an array of useless knick-knacks?

:...

I knew we should have picked up that cannon.

: Ha ha!

: I have friends in high places!

: What "friends"? What "high places"?

: A posse of irate Leprechauns.

: Leprechauns are friends in LOW places! They're a bunch of wee green jessies, the lot of them.

Well, time to bargain.



: Ha! How could you help me?

: I could give you a makeover.

: Really?

: I can style your beard...

: Oh aye? What kind of style have you in mind?

: I could give it volume.

: I doubt that's wise... I have trouble getting through doors as it is.

: As does the Baroness, me thinks.
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I could sort out that monocle.

: What's wrong with it?

: It's freakish. Weren't you wearing it on your other eye before?

: I doubt it, gel.

: Well there's no way of going back to check now...

: That's enough! The monocle stays.

: I could do your dirty work...

: Oh yeah?

: Sure, I'm a skilled fighter...
I can kill a man with one finger.

: How come?

: If he's only got one finger, he's probably really crap at fighting.

:...
Don't mess me about...

: I could give you information...

: Pah! Information? What do you know?

: I could tell you about birds.

: I'm interested in fowl only insofar as I can force them into slavery.

: Meanie.
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I could tell you about crime.

: I run a lucrative secret mining operation. What could you teach me?

: I am a master pickpocket.

: A Baron does not stoop to picking people's pockets.

: As if you'd have to stoop! You're about 3'3. If anything, you'd need a step-ladder.

: You try my patience gel!

: I'll tell you about pirates.

: I hate pirates, why would I want to know about them?

: Pirates have deep secrets...

: What kind of secrets?

: Secret codes.

: What do you mean, "Secrets Codes"?

: Like... piraglyphics.

: Eh?

: Piraglyphics, it's the code scrawled all over that rock.

: You can read it! What do they say? There's an old rumor that a greater treasure than gold is hidden on this island. That's what led me to Saul Mine. You can read those letters? Tell me what they say!

: I can't!

: Tell me!

: Ok! The cipher is written in this book.

: Give that here!





: Sssh! I'm concentrating! I might need you to help me with some of the longer words...

: So what am I supposed to do then?

The Baron is distracted. The perfect time to mess around with the machinery, in hopes of doing... something.

: Oh Baron?

: Eh? Just keep quiet while I work this out!

: Hmm, this control panel isn't working. Somebody must have turned off the power.

Well, that crank seems as though it might-



It makes too much noise for the Baron. Not a problem.

: I'll have me some small pebbles...

Nelly is better at throwing pebbles than oranges.





: I think that got the power going. The Baron didn't hear a thing.

And with that


We gain access to the final puzzle:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciFOyZxnrjA

The magnet is the only component that works. We need to position it directly over the Baron's head and hit the button.