Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole Page #2

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- You like it?

- Yeah.

You know, your evil stare reminds me

a little of my "Intimidator."

Yeah?

I raise one eyebrow...

...tuck in my chin and...

- Who are you?

- Hey! No questions.

No "whos," no "whats," no "whys."

You'll see soon enough.

What do you think?

Did that evil stare seem forced or natural?

- Completely natural.

- Oh, thanks.

Let me go!

Kludd!

- Strong beak, that one.

- Yeah? Well, they'll put that to good use.

You know, Jatt, if I use your evil stare...

...and combine it with

my raised-eyebrow look...

...I get this.

- What do you call that?

- "The Predator."

"The Predator"?

Is a bit silly, don't you think?

Hey, Jatt, look. Is Grimble.

Perfect. Hit him with the new look.

With or without raised eyebrow?

With raised eyebrow.

With raised eyebrow.

Greetings, Grimble.

Jutt, Jatt, so nice to see you both.

Did you only get half an owl tonight,

Grimble?

No, Jatt. Is an elf owl.

They're very small, but hard workers.

Too old to carry a full-size one?

Yeah, hilarious.

Is there something wrong

with your face, Jutt?

Huh? No!

You've upset him now.

Is a new look!

But you gotta work on your comebacks.

I'm Soren.

I'm Gylfie.

He said you were an elf owl.

From Kuneer. Thas in the desert.

Are you a Tyto?

Yeah, from Tyto Forest.

Who are these owls?

Do you have any idea

where they're taking us?

Hey! Stop talking.

Quiet! Listen to the old man!

Kludd!

- Settle down.

- Silence!

- Kludd!

- Silence!

Your parents and families

have abandoned you.

So from now,

you'll be classified as orphans.

No, I'm not an orphan.

Horribly tragic, I know.

But by the mercy of Glaux...

...you've been rescued

and brought here to St. Aegolius.

And, in time, you'll come to be grateful

for the kindness shown to you.

You'll repay that kindness with labor.

Some of you will be pickers.

No, I don't want to be a picker!

- Some will be soldiers.

- Gylfie, stay with me.

In your ways, all will serve

the High Tyto and the Pure Ones.

- Let us go!

- Silence.

We don't want to serve the Pure Ones.

- Who are the Pure Ones?

- Silence!

I am Nyra,

Ablah General of St. Aegolius...

...and mate to the Lord High Tyto.

I know right now

you miss your families...

...but soon enough you will understand

the Pure Ones are your new family.

The Pure Ones are not our family.

Let us go!

She's right. Let us go!

Whas this?

Tyto, don't waste your time.

Don't soil your feathers.

You leave her be.

Oh, spirited little Tyto. How touching.

You and your patch of felt

will stay together, then.

As pickers.

Les go. Hurry up.

Perhaps when you remember your nobility,

Tyto, we can make a soldier of you.

- Come on.

- What about my brother?

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