Fangbone!

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-hh-oh-hh

- Song of theme done? - Eh, pretty much.

Skele-Tom defeated!

Musculor wins!

I am Musculor!

Mm!

This solid milk of cows is delicious.

-Aw. -No problem.

I filled my loyalty card. We can get a free one.

-Whoa! -

- -Whatever you are, I'm onto you.

Ah!

And then they vanished.

Did you smell the droppings, Bill?

Of course I didn't smell them. Why would I smell ghost droppings?

Oh, Bill, a great gift will soon be bestowed upon you.

We must seek Twinklestick.

And you must stop over-feasting our rodent of learning.

But did you smell the ghost droppings?

Why is that everyone's first question?

No! I didn't smell the ghost droppings!

What's going on?

Your spirit beast companion is letting itself be known.

My what?

When a member of the Mighty Lizard Clan comes of age,

he is met by his spirit beast.

A spirit beast represents the heart, skill, and smell of a barbarian warrior.

And you too, I guess. Way to go.

There have been many mighty pairings.

Clapperclaw and his axe-pincher crab.

Grimeblade and his hammerhead eagle shark.

Axemere and his fire boar.

I'm getting a spirit beast companion?

That's amazing!

Which one do I get? I want the most kick-butt beast ever.

It shall kick a thousand of butts, Bill.

But first you must perform

the ritual of spirit beast adoption!

All is told in this ancient and secret scroll.

"Everything You Want to Know About Your Spirit Beast Companion, 3rd Edition."

Shalazoo!

Let's do this.

Bill, son of mom of Bill, battle brother of Fangbone, protector of the toe,

spiky thorn in Drool's side,

- are you prepared for-- - Sure I am, let's go.

Peanut butter and jam. Nice.

Now, Bill, read the words.

Hear me, spirit beast! Show yourself and be my companion!

-Be my companion forever! -

What's that?

That is your spirit beast companion.

A Squeeclaw.

The keeper of beasts has truly smiled upon you.

You're kidding, right?

The Squeeclaw is a mighty companion.

- -And he likes you.

But I wanted a blood hawk, or an octo-fist,

or a three-horned battle ape.

Not this squeakweasel.

Bill, please! The Squeeclaw has feelings.

He did not mean it, your legendness.

- -No. Nuh-uh. Forget it.

Bill, the Squeeclaw chose you for a reason.

Why? Because I'm fluffy and cute and...

- -...annoying!

No! Squeeclaws are quick, loyal, and creative, much like you.

I‘m not like a Squeeclaw!

Ooh. Yeah!

Oooh!

Cool PJ's, tough guy. Totes adorbs.

I'm not totes adorbs.

I'm mighty.

Mighty adorbs, then.

- Good night, snugglepuffin. - Mom.

- -

Look, you'd be a great companion for someone small and fuzzy,

-but that's not me, okay? -

Find someone else to bother.

Fine, have it your way.

- -

Ah! Hey!

Squeeclaw!

Bill, did you charge into battle without me?

It was that lame Squeeclaw.

Not so lame if it bested you.

Good morning, class.

Today, we're learning about the exciting world of...

...leaves?

Aww!

- -Cuteness levels approaching one hundred.

- Get out of here. - Bill?

Bill, this isn't crazy dance hour. That's later this afternoon.

But Ms. G, it's... nothing?

Where was I? Oh, yes.

All trees have leaves. Or needles, I guess.

Are needles leaves?

Someone wants their belly rubbed.

I'm trying to learn about leaves.

Ow!

Bill, there's absolutely no hitting in class, even if it's yourself.

You must respect your spirit beast, Bill.

How can I? It's an annoying squeaky fuzzball--

Squeeclaw, I'm warning you.

- -

Ha!

-Bill! -Ah!

Uh, one second, Ms. Gillian.

Let's see you get out of this, smarty paws.

Oh, come on!

- Boop. Impressive. - Quick, loyal, and creative, Bill.

Of all the possible spirit beasts, I had to get stuck with--

Oh.

Ms. Gillian, may I go to the bathroom?

Too weak. Too small. Too boring.

Ah, see, this, this is what my spirit beast should be.

Something like this.

Look, it's not you. It's just...

I'm sorry.

Hear me, spirit beast!

Bill... this is not the room of bathing--

What are you doing?

It's okay. I'm just trading in my spirit beast for a cooler one.

- -Be my companion forever!

-Bill! -

See? That's my new tar-spitting dragon.

Awesome, right?

Spirit beasts cannot be traded like trading beasts, Bill!

You summoned the spirit beast of someone else!

Lunchtime, Mr. Bitey-face.

Mr. Bitey-face?

They're beautiful, but don't get too attached...

Keep watching.

Oh, man! Watch out!

Oh!

- That's not good. - No, it is not.

Bill, we must save our comrades before they become dragon feed,

and later dragon dung.

Hmm.

Whoa...

Indeed. And no branches to climb.

Use your sword as a branch.

We can climb, then jump.

- Ingenious, Bill. - And, jump!

My gears are gummed-up.

Don't worry. I have a plan.

Time to get free!

We're doomed.

- Yay! -Shh!

Fangbone, can you cut them free?

I do not think so, Bill. Curse this tenacious tar.

Fangbone, stop.

Fudge.

Oh, this is all my fault.

- -Ah! Squeeclaw?

As you have the card of loyalty to the frozen milk of cows,

the Squeeclaw has the card of loyalty to you, Bill.

What do we know about tar dragons? They've gotta have a weakness.

They're vain.

That's it? Okay, uh...

Guys, make fun of the tar dragon. Hurt its feelings.

Hey, tar dragon!

You're not sparkly at all!

I've seen better scales at the supermarket!

Drag-on? More like drag-off.

Hey, dragon, you know what else has six legs?

Three losers!

Don't real dragons breathe fire?

No wonder you're the one getting burned,

you ugly, flying, dirt-spitting barf snake!

P.S., you suck!