Ep6 | Mole Lair

right tree? Logo? Look around? This is the only tree and the only sign of life within a hundred miles. So where is it? It is a rather massive tree. It must be ancient. The Molaire should be here. Are we lost? Serious? So hungry? Serious need food? We're not lost either. We're just experiencing temporary navigational delays. Now if you give me a moment to recalculate our position on the map, Serious as track mole air We recover satellite

dish already and now eat. Sure we needs coordinates and directions when you have growls and grunts to guide you. Maybe if Serious didn't smear the map with his grubby paws when he stole it, we wouldn't be in this predicament. Now, only reason we have map at all is because of serious grubby paws. So we are lost. The sun's gonna be setting soon. If we don't figure this out, there'll be no shadow left to guide us. You would both

just quiet down and give me space to concentrate. I'll have this figured out before you get Yeah, logo, no, have good instinct lead us lost. Now we become food for scavengers and starving desert sands. Oh serious, what did you do? Serious? Tantrum caused the ground to give way. We appear to have fallen into an underground dirt chamber. No signs of mole life down here, however, we're surrounded by eggs as big as cyclops. High oversized eggs stacked

in the shape of a pyramid. Curious, isn't it? See? Follow? Serious? He's like king m serious weight. I don't think these eggs are for eating. This must be a hats Oh we've found the mole layer all right. I didn't know moles came from eggs. You have a lot to learn. Serious. The baby mole thinks hereous father a serious papa. No, it's so thinking fleshy rather unsightly. An appearance if you asked me, and what's it doing? Now? Looks like it's

digging arms for serious? Serious, don't eat that. Ah, thank you. I call you Dicky because you serious. This specimen, while intriguing, is nothing more than a liability with a potential to undermine our efforts in recovering the satellite dish. We're ill prepared to care for any event, let alone run from a species we know nothing about. I know your reckless behavior may have led us to the molaire, but I'm sorry a line must be drawn. Continued disregard for proper

protocol will not be tolerated. Any further engagement with that creature not only puts our current objective at risk, it jeopardizes the entire missions logo. I had no idea, though, I have to say the resemblance is uncanny. Congratulations, Mom, Now can you two stop playing house so we can go find the satellite dish? Come on, there's an exit out of the chamber this way and serious Logo's right. Leave it behind. Serious, say farewell to the baby mole.

This is an official mission we're on with direct order from the agency. Dudley, you have good instinct, like Papa. What's serious on mission. You stay here, Oh giant tunnel like baby, It's absolutely breath take. I've never seen anything like it before. One big labyrinth of interconnected tunnels and chambers, illuminated by lantern fire. Quite spectacular. The tree's roots seem to extend all throughout the lairs main corridors. They appear

to be vibrating of carrying signals. Watch out loose rock ah Moly roll Moly exquisite. Despite being quadruplets, the moles epidermal left allows them to support their bodies into spheres for rolling transport, a more efficient form of locomotion. This whole enterprise is truly an engineering marble, each moble operating individual dick scaptin rolling, fulfilling their own unique niche, yet all the while functioning as the building blocks for a

larger ordered, unified complex. All a masterpiece at work. And look the more mature moles, even of plush brown hair, a welcome change from the eyes, or that's a flesh chalk like appearance of their youth. They look like junk collectors to me, are you saying the moles are smart? I'm only theorizing up here, but yes, we're likely in the profressence of a highly sophisticated, ultra intelligent advanced society, Grace,

But we're not here on a science expedition. Maybe one of them can tell us where to find the satellite dish. What about O sound good observation? Serious? This um makes for a rather exotic acoustic ecology. The moles appear to mimic the sound, harmonizing to form the grand droning melody echoing throughout the corridors. But as for its purpose, I can't get drunk conclusion without gathering more data learning to the topic of our mission, the whole reason we're down here.

The satellite dish can be in any one of these chambers. We can't possibly search them all. We need a plang Serious, what is that thing doing here? I told you to leave it behind the hatchery? Serious? No Greek Diggley, diggle it mallow, fine, whatever, but it's a liability to our mission. There might be a way to use diggley as a bargaining chip to get the most help us. Now, come on, and no more distractions from either of you. Roll right into us a watch roll moll almost higgle either? Serious?

A little respect for our friend here where guests in its home hardened us mole. We didn't mean to intrude upon your work. We were just on an intersecting pet. Please carry on with your civic mold duties. Serious restrain that mold. It's not join anywhere until we find out what it knows. Settle down. We need you to answer a few questions before we let you go. You're here to retrieve something called a satellite dish logo. Please describe it to our friend. Here's a large, round, concave piece

of metal used to receive and transmit signals. This one happens to be white and shiny. Maybe you've seen it and mistaken it for a communal water bowl, or perhaps and it doesn't matter. It's of no value to you molds. We've been hired to recover it for our employer, the rightful owner. It's among the dug up garbage around here. Where can we find it? Logo? You said these things are smart? Is it just playing dum on purpose? Maybe

this one's only a worker mole. Excuse me? Do you have a superior or is there someone of higher authority to whom we may address our inquiries. I take it back. Either at the individual level, these most clearly lack the capacity for higher level thought. There must be some kind of smarter super mole that's orchestrating all this from behind the zines. Serious, release the mole. Get out of here, your rascal. You're already shoot roll away while you still

can no yelling. Scared, Diket you don't it? Okay, pop the deep you safe from me? What do they do? Deeply sensitive to Tom, I can't be. I'll scout ahead, see it. How do you make it stop? I apologize to Diggley face to face. Can't you just like shush it or something? Okay, Okay, I'm doing it. I'm here, Diggley, Diggly, I'm sorry if you're raising my voice. You stopped crying now either? Uck you like your shiny hand reeling? Who Maybe Diggley try it on, you know, taking it off

as a bad idea, but look, you stopped crying. I scot it a chamber. I'm ahead. It might be worth investigating on our way o. No. Judging by the sounds coming from inside of this chamber, I think it's best we skip going in. I'm trying to listen on Deickly, No listen poison Deeply's ears change what I don't get it either, But where are you all? Change of plants? If there's actually a smarter mole in charge, I bet

it knows the location of our satellite dish? How do you plan on finding it by heading straight to the source of the elm I have a feeling that behind the sound will find the mole who knows where our satellite dish is. You hear that the elms sound is getting deeper and more resonant in this direction. The tree route seemed to be getting thicker as well, which must mean we're getting closer to the tree's trunk. What is

that that thing that mold mole side boulder? Yeah, and it happens to be blocking our entries to the chamber where the almost coming from. That male looks like it eats other males. Ether, I suggest we find an alternate route for a biggly sick logo kind of look like a mall with squid eyes? I do, I do kind of look like a mall series. Do you have any more of those worms you ate here? Either? You're hungry, just ask and thanks? But they're not for me. Hey,

big boy, got something for you, dinner boy? You want those worms. Go get those worms. You like those worms, don't you? Yeah, you don't get those worms. How did you know that would work? Oh? No, like tasty worms. Now, before we enter the ome chamber, know that once inside, things might go south. Quick a moment to stead yourselves and brace for the worst. Serious and deadly grip me too. All right, we're about to pull back the veil and be behind the curtain. Oh what that source of home?

There's the satellite dish. What do we make of this? An elderly, gray haired moule is projecting its voice directly into our satellite dish to create the home sound. I've been done trying to make sense of things since you and Serious became parents to a baby moul. Let's just grab the dish and get out either. Wait, satellite dish look important, mole. Serious is right. The dish is suspended like a gong in the center of a wooden frame apparatus,

bound together with tree roots. It appears to be some sort of shrine. I don't think she'll just let us have it, and we'll have to take it by force, you elder mole. Listen, My partners and I have traveled halfway through the Azrael desert to get here. That device you're coming into the circular piece, it belongs to our employer. So you have two choices. Give it to us willingly and we'll go in peace, or resist and we'll take it by force. So what's it gonna be? Oh, she

don't care. Just humble home, mam. If you don't respond, your choice will be made for you either. She must be in a state of deep trance. So this is clearly part of some ancient whole ritual. She's using our satellite dish to meditate. There's no use shouting. She can't hear a thing. Fine, by me, serious, get the dish, a serious go, I'll watch digley ah ah, be careful taking it down with the frame. The whole setup was very fragile. Weaver, who are you? Why are you doing

in the shrine chamber? How did you get that bother? You've come for our oil out tider? How haven't you are? Haven't you either? Either? All? Wake up? More of you? Oh and you'll take it one of our newborns hunted? Oh please please, I think you don't defile the shrine. You can have the oil. What the shrine must remain in chat We didn't come for your oil. Your shrine is our satellite dish, and we're here to take it back.

You don't understand. If you dismantle it, you'll destroy how divine all have settled an irreversible shame reaction when we're leading to our colonies demise ether. Maybe there's some way to compromise. Grab it serious, grab the satellite dish. It's the only way serious. I told you to be careful. The Agency's not gonna be happy about this. Sorry logo, right, a serious grub your clock unleashed, play our colony, but you kill those either. This sounds bad and Diggley's crying again.

Stopped crying. Look at the shiny amulet like that, like the shy. Now, you two, come on, we have our own problems to worry about. Help me pick up the broken pieces of the satellite dish. How about the damage. From a precursory assessment, it appears to be a clean break, fractured into three even pieces. Fortunately it looks like a salvage. However, I won't know if there's any structural damage until I've

got the chance to perform an in depth examination. Let's each take a piece of the dish and head out of here. We're back above ground. We can figure out how to piece it back together like new. Everyone got their third of the satellite dish. Yes, mine's safely secure to my pack, serious strap to back. I'll hold on to my piece for now. Let's go. Ether Mall's going to be okay, Sure they will. They take care of their own, just like we do. Already we've caused enough

trouble and left us and ruin. At least give us the dignity of dying in peace. Ether doesn't feel right. Oh, come on, if we stop for every crying over dramatic Mall, we'd never have made it past the hatchery chamber. We're the ones with a broken satellite dish. We have to help ourselves. And Diggley who helped Diggley. I'm sorry. There's just no way we can care for a baby Mall right now, you can drop them off at the hatchery on our way out. It's the best we can do.

Grab Diggley and come on, relief. A little one doesn't matter unless the divine ome is restored. No Mall has a future down here, all all right? Go on, tell us what's so special about the home sound, which useless trying to explain to an outsider. Besides, I cannot tell you what home is any more than I can tell you what it means to be yourself. Oh please please tell We want help a very well. Then, Ome is more than a sound. It is a path to a

deeper understanding of the true nature of the universe. Now we hear it in the divine harmony of the spheres, the resonance of the cosmos, the life force which echoes through the souls of every living being. OM is the natural frequency at which all energy flows. But why is am so important to you most Why surely you've noticed the lanterns and our home. Just as we use oil to illuminate our tunnels, we use home to illuminate our minds. Through Ome, we unite our consciousness into one. You unite

your consciousness. I knew it. Each mole is like a node operating in a giant neural network. Precisely, our colony has evolved as a shared consciousness, experiencing a singular existence, living for one collective purpose. Now all things are one, a Ome, unite all things. To be in sync with Home is to we in sync with the universe. Why do you need our satellite dish? You mean the singing bowl? Sure right? Isn't it just another piece of junk? You

Moll's dug up. The singing bowl is an ancient Moull relic, our oldest artifact. It is the conduit for channeling home the diviners. Singing bawl possesses an ethereal sense and resonates at Owen's natural frequency. You know, when a conductor Moll like myself, focuses their energy into the shrine, the ball absorbs and amplifies the force, which is then channeled through the tree roots in our tunnels and chambers, allowing OH

to radiate throughout the colony. Now, this energy, when harnessed through the ball, unite the consciousness of each mole into one connected universal mind. Without the ball to keep our colony in seek with Home, the harmony between the moles will fade into the chaos of darkness. How come gray hair Moll can talk of like not roly poly mall in tunnel Because as I said, I am a conductor mall. I've studied the common tongue. A conductor is a mole

gifted with superior spirituality and mind. For this conductor soults are said to be naturally in tune with the universe, which gives us a heightened sense of intuition, a sixth sense beyond ordinary perception. Admittedly, my sense is done with age.

How many conductor malls are there? You're looking at him around Every sixty years, a new conductor mall is said to be born and is then trained as a master in the ways of home, to one day relieve the prior conductor of her duties and take the helm At the shrine chamber's singing boll our colony is actually overdue

for a new birth. Nevertheless, midway through a conductor's training, the apprentice leaves the colony unsabbatical and for a short while enters the outside world to acquire knowledge and learn the common time. So you've experienced life on the outside. I may be a very old mole, but from what I remember of the outside world, it is a cruel and unforgiving place. Not true good exists. They're true during

our journey. If we come across another bowl with the same home frequency, we'll be sure to send it back to you. Yeah right, yeah, an empty gesture. There simply isn't time, not enough time. What do you mean. Do you see my drinking bowl? You notice it empty? Big empty glass bowl. And unfortunately there's past year has been the greatest drought in our colony's history since the first birth. As we've grown physically weaker, so too have the mental

bonds uniting our colony. Now soon, one by one, each mole will fall out of sync with Ome, and our divine sound will fade, with nothing left to preserve our delicate equilibrium. The drone of madness will spread through our home and the darkness will once again return. That was never our intention. There has to be a way we can help now. I wish there was, outsider. But once the last mole has turned dark, our tree will die, and all hope of restoring the balance will die with it.

For our colony, there will be no coming back to the light. Serious logo. If what the conductor says it's true, we need to leave right now before things take a turn for the worse. Agreed for the sake of the mission. Ah ah, go then leave my chamber. The exit from our colony is through the tree tree. The tree's trunk is hollow, insider wooden stairs. Presumably that is how you entered near the top. There is a hole in the trunk from which you may exit to return to the

outside world. Where do we enter the trunk through the base one level directly above this chamber. Now please leave me me we're going ah serious, now leave giggly behind. Sorry, serious, but he's not our responsibility. As I said, we'll return him back to the hatchery where we found him. It's for the best. Ah no, oh no, The buzzing to break down of the omen has begun. The sound of males turn to furious even how we find our way to the base of the tree trunks? Um, all roots

lead to the tree trunk. After we stop at the hatchery, we can follow this tree room. We should be able to track it all the way to the base of the tree. From there, we'll go up and exit through the hole in the tree's trunk. Like the conductor said, now, come on this way right, keep up? Are you okay? Yeah? That grace wolf came in newhere. What are they doing? Moster and violent fight? Old grammy? Oh lud, let's go.

The hatchery is just up ahead. Serious, I'm gonna need you to know that, as bad as it may seem, returning bigly to this hatchery is the right thing to do. He's better off down here with his own kind than outside in the harsh desert. Stands with us. The desert's no place for a baby moll and the conductor. The colony has been in darkness without hom in the past. If they came out of it once before, they can find a way out again. Logo and I will wait in the main passage way so you can say goodbye

to Diggley. Logo coming. I'll be right there either, Diggley. I have to be quick, and I'm afraid I'm not always so eloquent with words. Although our time together has been breathed, I want you to know that I consider you a very special mole. Take care now, Diggley. I must be going. Logo coming either, Ah Deglee good agree, deadly serious, have to leave now, but be strong more brothers and and sisters need you strong more, Conductor, need

you strong? Serious serious, need you strong? Oh Diggli Diiggli serious? What are you still doing with Diggley? I thought we came to an understanding Dogie eyes still with Siddle Diggley starting to turn dig sick. Listen, No, it can't be your madness is umbrus called it's not safe here. The darkness overtaken the colony is umbra. The mole layer won't be stable much longer. How do you know? Trust me? We have to leave now, then go without serious here

piece exactly likeiteness, No serious. We've already sacrificed too much for this mission. You can't just give it all up from one tiny mole. We leave Diggley behind, likeness, We leave Giggley to die. Okay, Okay, we'll help them, we will, how I don't know. Maybe if we find Digley's actual parents don't know how to take care of them at the very least under their parental guidency, stands the best chance of recovery. But either we can't count on finding

Diggley's parents down here. We don't even have a way of communicating with the moles. Besides, even if we some show manage to track them down, there's no guarantee it's not too late. They may have already no terms. You heard what the conductor said. The only certain way to help Digley is to restore the Ohm sound and bring back harmony to the colony. Yeah, but the om was funneled through the satellite dish, which is now broken and

which you have to bring back with us anyway. There's no chance or stories, no need more barren serious, deady bearing, deady, no need all me there did already needs serious love right deeply right, Oh, the drone of madness. It's spreading rapidly throughout them all areas. That's hard dirt walls, burt that sounds colis tongue all he was right most you're turning self destructive and alarming rate. They appear to get first and self head first against the walls of their

own colleague. If this continues, the whole are found the glass. What you saying? There must be something where miss see Do you hear that? What a rumbling noise? Tell me about? Yeah? Where's it coming from? There? Behind us? It's but that's way. There's no time to change during cour us skip in the end squashway Big Bubba giggling come back and even Diggley's abandoned us finished gold Digley kicked down game and turned of course digging down worry help digging day from

Dick didn't even up. Dahle say it works, Babba, roll right over, Giggli save us well we're still inside an underground collapsing layer. First things first, up and out of this hole, Giggle? Serious? How about the hole? Serious? Way, don't get Diiggli up just yet. You can leave your pack in the hole for now. I need to talk with you and Logo in private. Wow, he's that everything? Okay. There's no easy way to put this, but clearly there's no getting Diggli the help he needs down to you.

We don't need another close call with death to tell us that. Right, we have to head for the exit. We'll find Giggli the help he needs once we're on the outside. Land's change to bring Giggli with us. Not quite. As I said before, Diggli won't survive in the desert. It's no place for a baby mole. But down here, even in this current state, he's still has a chance. You prom no, but that's the only way we make out of this alive. It's too dangerous for us to

be down here. And if something happens to us, who's gonna help Digley? Then? Lo go? There's right? Serious? Are okay? Serious? To Dickley, I don't even know you're making the right choice. But we'll come back soon. We're now absolutely did you disappeutiful mom? What what? Pretty? Go? Serious? Where's your piece of the satellite dish? It's missing too, it appears Dickley dug even further down into the hall, taking seriously piece of the dish with him. Why what get Dickley? What

were a piece of satellite dish? Maybe he even safe for us until we return, or more likely it's just because the satellite is just shining the same reason you like. Either's a ah. We have to fight Diggley and get it back. We're not leaving without it. The only one way to go from here. Help me dick down in the hall, faster, faster, stout his trail. Where are we? We seem to have emptied out into a vast muddy

plane at the colony's base. It's slip by lantern fire and the ground is covered by tree roots, but it's completely devoid of all mole life. In fact, there are here to be no natural passageways in or out of this chamber. So we've tunneled so deep we've reached a secret chamber in bedrock. Now where's Diggley. Diggley footprint ah, our footprints lost in tree roots? A serious what is it? Large round pit in chamber center tree roots lead straight

down to a pit bottom. Careful, serious, don't get too close to the pit's edge. M Two wooden poles staked around the pit circumference, a central axle with a hand crying mechanism, and a rope. Although the connecting pail is no longer attached and lies sidelined on the ground, It's unmistakable this is not simply a pit. It's a well. The secret chamber must be used to house the mole's water supply logo. I can't quite see to the bottom, but it looks to be completely black down there. There's

no water in that well. Precisely the conductor said, there's been a devastating drought, so it makes sense it's empty. Too bad. Where Didgley go? I'm sorry, serious, but given it's an open well, Digley may fallen in well bucket on ground. Moving inside the bucket. It must be day Papa coming Dagley. This is Mama speaking. Complete Stay away from the well's edge. Look at the shiny anelated Dagley like ammulate hamulate God giggle saved. Why scare Papa like that?

Playing in bucket by whole serious could loose Diggley forever. Diggley, I want you to recognize how much danger you put yourself in. If you had fallen into the well, we might not have been able to get you out. Wait, we're serious, piece of satellite dish. Ether, where are you going? You're getting dangerously close to the well. I see it's the satellite dish pieces snacked on a tree root dangling just inside the wall was opening if I could just

anchor myself through a Wait, don't do it. What's so funny? Found what the satellite dish beef? No, the moles secret reserve what they keep inside the whil It's not water and it's not empty either. It's oil. Look, why would Digley have come for the oil? O shiny? Of course the refractive property of oil. Digley was attracted to the oil sheen for the same reasons he was attracted to my aMule and serious piece of satellite. Okay, now, what's the fastest way out of here? I have her exit plan.

It's right in front of us. Ah. No, don't even say it. Hey, oil is flammable, right ah either you cast we have everything we need fire from the lanterns, tree roots covering the ground and a well full of oil. We can set off an explosion and blow our way to the surface. But an explosion will undermine the entire structural integrity of the layer. This whole place could collapse. It's only a matter of time until it collapses. Anyway. The molts can always tunnel their way out, but we'll

be bury alive. All we have to do is light the far end of the tree root on fire. Waits, the flame trickles down like a fuse into the well, and then when it hits the oil, boom. Freedom and DIGGLEI change your plan. Diggli's coming with us, no doubt about it. Fresh air will do them some good, but we have to act fast, okay for Diggli serious, Put those grubby pots to work and take down one of the lanterns off the wall. You do know that once we light the tree root, there's no going back. Then

what are we waiting for? Let it burn? Let it up? Serious? Ah? Okay? How long is till reaches the oiliate? Just over a minute? Okay, Everyone away from the well, hold on tights, your satellite dis pieces and we'll be out of here in no time either. Now, what me. Moles total him from chamber walls. There's a dot of them. What do they want? Perhaps they've come for the oil or maybe moles across. We can't let them put up the fuse. It's our only

hopeful to escape serious protect us from boles. Adang serious, don't just stand there during health fights the health. This is the battle of wits, in the battle of him and stuff that. Oh, this one seems understand. I wonder how to molst it into the hall, whether I could possibly roll it with sufficient bol lost and precision. At the approaching group, Males goes nothing. I'm not thinking about the deck to them where heat back near the well? He's going for the oil Diggle No, Digley going to

the oil well fil to deferent, to trim it. More holes just wild it serious, going to wow rescue Diggley. Wait serious, I'll go. You're more healthy Diggley up here of fending off the hostile holes. He started saying, I will logo and needs your health. Come with me to the well. Let's go going in after Digley. Even the claim is going to reach the oil thirty seconds to we don't have an opportunity to distinguish it with all these molten ways. You won't make it in time. I

have to try. How are you gonna find him in the oil? It's too dark to see down sick. You need mother Daniel to it to Dixon. The intra unrolled the second arcas. I'll count down the seconds until dead pation by the under that second, I need you out of the tent. Five second, Oh by zeconds call tue serious, Oh no pious neither Texas can you hear me? Get out of their new What happened there is just warmed up collar horse run away. They're drinking water from the

well water. A guiser of water erupted from the well and extinguished the Hugh, stopping the explosion. And either deple got him, Get us back up, either Diggley alive, either I'm throwing down the road. Tie it around yourself and Diggley and we'll lift you too up. Ready, h r water under the oil of course the water table. It

all makes sense now. The dress leading into the well and the face of the molar absorbed the water underneath the oil to support the Bayo battery about Stifly must have somehow instinctually know that the entire time and never stopped digging until he greeted the water. Mama raised a ginion loganamile here, thank the stars. You're okay. Good to be back on solid ground, even if we're so far

beneath the surface. And with all this water last, we can refill the mold conductor's drinking bold as a consolation by destroying the owner ah more drowne madness lesson after drinking water. Maybe maybe water helped digger. That's it to restore. Oh the water. Fill the well's bucket along with our canteens and come with me. Serious spring dict. We have to pay the conductor of visits. I'll fill you another way. There's no time to waste time. Excuse us. We don't

mean to barge in. But Bubba wasn't at his post. Shall you stayed to Winders? The demise of our colony entertaining? Is it? I think we can help. We may have found a solution, you three. I've done enough already. I look around. I am the last remaining mole that is yet to turn, and once I go, that will be the end, at least in darkness. I'll join the others. But we find water for drinking ball, It's too late for that, my Thursday. It is all dry it up.

The water is what can restore own. I'm done playing games. There is no restoring home after you've re destroyed the singing bowl. Now, please let me go peacefully into the dark. But you still have your drinking ball, which you know does not resonate a desame frequency as our divine home. But that's it. We can transform it. We can alter the frequency of your drinking bowl by altering its water

level and make it resonate home. Fah impossible. The bowl's frequency is based off the speed at which vibrations travel through it. By adding water to the bowl, we can alter its resonant frequency, as the bowl will vibrate with the water inside it. To find home, we just need the right water level in harmony with its degree of vibration. Yeah, you've made a mockery of our colony. I will not allow you to make a mockery of hour to find

home as well. Please give chance for mallsily all right, I'll put myself through one last humiliation at your hands. M hmm. Okay. As I'm pouring the water into the bowl, keep channeling home directly into the center. Don't stop until we hit the water level that matches the frequency very well on my account. Street two one. It can't be. It can't be. I don't believe it. Home, it's in my water bowl. It's restored. Thank you outsiders, you've shown me there is still light at the end of the tunnel.

DIGGLEI stopped drawn madness, the Diggli cured. Diggli get away from new Hombole. What do you listen to that? Diggli's a natural. There's little one is a conductor mole my Diggli and doctor No. Diggley is destined to one day served at the helm of our new singing bowl, spreading home throughout our colony and ushering in a new era of prosperity for us. Moves. With him by my side, we will rebuild our home. Serious, I know, I swore to you. We dig Diggley with us. Oh no either, Diggley,

but along here. That's bold layer conductor, Spread home, Diggley, make Papa proud. One day meet again when Giggley big and grown. We go. Now we spread home through land, farewell, friend farewell indeed h ah ah oh serious stucking tree trunk hole, Come on, logo, give me a hand, help me pull serious free from the tree trunk's hole. Ow Ow look the bay of bab tree. It's beginning to blossom. But you look at that flowers sign of new life.

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