MALICE’S WEATHER MACHINE ⛈️ Princess Picnic Ruined! – Kiddyzuzaa Land | WildBrain Kiddyzuzaa
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MALICE’S WEATHER MACHINE ⛈️ Princess Picnic Ruined! – Kiddyzuzaa Land | WildBrain Kiddyzuzaa

– [Announcer] Kiddyzuzaa. – And then she gave us
all giant chocolate eggs filled with, you’ll never guess
what they were filled with, chocolates, we ate chocolate. – Oh those princesses are
just so happy with themselves, well I have a plan to make
sure this so-called picnic is a complete wash-out, hee hee hee. – And at another point,
I actually did turn into a chocolate egg, oh it was so funny. – There, finished. Now let’s see what you can do. (electronic beeping) Yes, come on. Oh, well that’s not right. Hmm I wonder if, huh? Oh dear. Right, let’s try that again. That should do it. (electronic beeping) Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha. – Which is why I am absolutely certain that the correct number of
dinners is actually two, maybe even three, it just makes
perfect sense in every way. You have one dinner to warm up with, a second dinner for mains, and then a third dinner for dessert. – Hang on, is it me or did
it just get a little chilly? – Right, time to fix this
useless machine once and for all. – Ah, this is the life. – You said it, Olivia. – Who would have thought
you could sunbathe in the middle of a storm, eh Malice? (thunder booming) – Grrr. – Haha cheers princesses. – Cheers. – Um are either of you
actually gonna make a move? – Oh Esme, dear Esme, chess
isn’t about making moves. – I’m pretty sure it is. – Olivia’s right, it’s about
the space between the moves. I once saw Mr. Snuggles playing chess, he didn’t make a single move the entire game, won within 15 minutes. – It’s all about focus, if you
really focus on each piece, become one with the chess board, breathe in the aroma of– slime? – Ugh, Olivia, I told you I
didn’t want to play slime chess. – That wasn’t me. – Guys, it’s not about the slime, it’s about the space
between the slime (laughs). – Oh ha ha Esme, where
did the slime come from? – I think I have an idea. – Malice, of course it was you. – Huh? – You pelted us with slime. – Me? I wish, I’ve been trying to perfect my slime cannon for weeks,
can’t get it to work. – Ugh! – See? Ooh, are you playing chess? A word of advice, don’t
play against Mr. Snuggles, that bear really knows his
way around a chessboard. Or rather the spaces– – Oh enough about chess already, we’ve got to find out where
the slime is coming from. – Hmm, where’s Lilliana? – You’re right, I
haven’t seen her all day. – Boo. – Whoa, whoa, ahhh! – The name’s Lilliana, Princess Lilliana. – Lilliana, you completely
ruined our game of chess. – Oh chess is boring. – Thank you. – I’ve got a much better game. – As long as it doesn’t
involve a slime gun. – It doesn’t, it involves four slime guns. The rules of the game are simple, get hit and you’re out,
last princess standing wins. – Awesome. – That does actually sound pretty fun. – I just have one question,
I don’t want to play. – Three, two, one, go! – Let’s just get this over with. – Right, if you want to catch a princess, you have to think like a princess. Given I am a princess, I just
have to think like myself. On second thought, maybe
that wasn’t the best idea. Uh oh. – Hee hee, one down. – Ugh, tastes quite nice actually. – I bet Lilliana thinks she’s got this in the bag, but I’ll show her. Speak of the devil. Reach for the sky, Lilliana. Very good Lilliana, very good, fool me once, shame on me, but fool me twice, ah ha! Blast, very good again Lilliana. Fool me twice, shame on me ah ha again! Okay, no more, I’m not
falling for it again. – Wise choice, Olivia. – Thanks, cutout, wait! Rats. – Ew, stupid muddy forest. Right, time for a sit-down I think. Hm, ah ha! This should do the trick. – Ha ha ha, this is far too easy, just Isabella to catch now. – I think you’re forgetting someone. – Malice, you’re playing now are you? – I sure am, and guess
what I just finished. – Whoa! – Prepare, dear Lilliana,
to feel the wrath of my slime cannon ultra mega super great awesome mega ultra 3000. – Ha, good name. – Oh quiet. Huh? – Ha ha, better luck next time Malice. – Uh oh. – Time to finish this
game off once and for– (exploding sound) – Oh, I guess that makes me the winner. Anyone for a game of chess? – They should be here any second now. – Olivia! – Huh? Oh Esme, you’re late. – Sorry, I was just adding the finishing touches to our midnight feast. – You mean you were
eating our midnight feast. – A good chef always tastes
what they cook, Olivia. – Well where are the others? – Sorry I’m late, Olivia, my jet pack broke down, and I had to wait for cloudside assistance,
you know how it is. – Since when did you have a jet pack? – Oh I just picked it up this morning. Still needs a bit of work. – Well at least you’re here now. That just leaves Isabella,
she’s not very good at travelling by herself,
I hope she’s alright. – Come on, Isabella, you can do this. Three, two, one, oh phew. – Ah hem. – What? These are brand new shoes. – Right, now we’re all here, the sleepover can finally commence. – Yay.
– Alright. – Item number one on the agenda, pillow fight. – Okay, but first let’s lay
down the ground rules, no– – Game on, princesses. Ahhh ha ha ha ha! Ha ha, this palace ain’t big
enough for the four of us. – Right, item number two, midnight feast. Wow, you really didn’t eat
all the midnight feast, Esme. – Oh no, this pile was at least twice the size before I had my snack. – Well I can’t wait to dig in. – (belches) Oops, still hungry I guess. – Right, item number three, ghost stories. – Oooooh. Ooooooh. – Ah hem. – Heh, sorry. – Right, Isabella, you go first. – Me? Um okay, um this is the story of the um muffin. – Muffin?
– Muffin. – Uh monster, yes that’s
right, the muffin monster. Once upon a time there
was a muffin monster and it ate everyone, the end. – Well that wasn’t very good. – Let’s just go to bed. – Muffin monster, eh? Hmm, this gives me an idea. Mwa ha ha ha ha, mwa ha ha ha ha. (snoring sounds) – Huh? Ahh! – Ah!
– Ahh! – Muffin! – Ha ha ha, now this is a ghost story. – Help, someone help, help! – Muffin monster, ha ha hah! – Huh? – Now that’s what I call a midnight feast. – Ugh, spoil sports. (upbeat music)

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