Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole Page #3

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- Oh? Where's he?

- Kludd!

Owlet, that one says you're his brother.

Would you like to join him?

I didn't think so.

Kludd?

Here we go. Move along. Move it along.

- Kludd!

- Now, there's a soldier.

Thank you.

Soren, you know, you don't have to be here

with me. You should be with your brother.

No, Gylfie. I could never be

with those Tytos.

I don't know why Kludd

would even think...

Hey! Whas wrong with him?

He looks like he's been moon...

All right, you owlets, move it in,

move it in. Come on!

Do exactly as he says or you'll never

see the light of dawn.

- Nice one, Jutt.

- Felt a little forced.

- It was awesome.

- Thank you, Jatt.

So tonight, we want you to...

- What was it again, Jatt?

- To rest.

To rest.

So lean back, put your beaks up...

...and turn your faces to the light

of the glorious full moon.

And sleep.

Soren, we mustn't fall asleep.

I think they're trying to moon blink us.

Moon blink us?

Sometimes in the desert, owls would

get exhausted and collapse under it.

When they woke up,

they just weren't the same.

As if they'd forgotten who they were.

Gylfie, we are going to get out of here.

I know these stars.

I could get us away from here...

...but the only way out is to fly

and we can't.

Not yet, we can't.

But we're gonna learn how.

Whenever they're not watching...

...every chance we get,

we're gonna stretch out our wings...

Do you really think

that we can make it, Soren?

Together, Gylfie, we'll get away.

I'm cold.

Together.

All right, my lovely little owlets.

Thas enough beauty rest.

Wakey, wakey. Rise and shine.

Is another glorious day...

- Oh, no.

- Soren.

Thas right. Here we go.

Move it along.

Soren.

Where are we going now?

Gylfie, we need to act moon blinked.

Keep moving.

Lots of pellet picking ahead.

You may have noticed

that we don't like dawdling.

Anything with W's in it,

we don't trust.

Come on.

Shuffle those talons.

The sooner you get there,

the sooner we start.

The sooner you start,

the sooner we finish. Les go!

Keep moving, no dawdling.

And welcome to the Pelletorium.

Is a great place

for the rest of your lives.

You mustn't feel sorry for them

down there.

As lower species, they are fortunate

to serve a higher cause.

As Tyto owls,

their natural superiors...

...you too are part of that plan.

One that will soon bring order

to all the owl kingdoms...

...when the Pure Ones will rule.

A new and noble era will dawn.

Now, prove your greatness...

...and rise.

Higher!

Higher!

Les get this party started!

Les get picking!

Start picking up those pellets right now.

Thas right. Think of the joy. Pellets.

We love them.

Ugh. Other owls' pellets.

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