If re-elected your Barbarian King, I'll make the Village more like myself...

Mighty, fearsome, and enormous!

Yeah!

I'm also running for Barbarian King,

and I ask you, do we want a King who sleeps outside on a square?

Do we want a King who comes home safe and sound from every battle,

and then immediately falls asleep?

Well, excuse me! Being awesome makes me tired!

But remember that as your King, I've brought prosperity to this Village!

In fact, our Elixir Storage will be full by sun-up tomorrow.

And once it's full, we'll upgrade our Laboratory!

But that's tomorrow, the day you'll all vote for me.

Until then, we have to guard our precious Elixir in case...

We're attacked!

Mommy!

Herb! I'm setting 'em up for you!

Come on, go down, go down, go down...

Yes! Gotta remember to keep that elbow tucked!

All hail our hero Joe!

Yeah! Joe! Joe! Joe!

Today's election day.

So, obviously there should be no question who to vote for...

the King who gave you all the Exilir you've dreamed of!

Empty? What happened?

Our Elixir Storage will be full by sun-up tomorrow.

That's a lot of Elixir. A lot, a lot...

But there's no way to steal it.

Oh yes, there is.

I have a fool-proof way to get it,

but it'll only work if everybody does his part.

What do you say, guys? Heist on three!

Okay, who took my watch?

Frag, Brap, LeRoy, you're in charge of machinery,

because you're our brainiacs.

Yag and Gorn,

you're helping Brug, our expert explosives handler.

Step one: the plan.

Step two: you all listen amazed, as I describe the plan.

Step three: the machine guys drill a tunnel directly under the Village.

Step four: we drill up to the surface.

And we drain the goods so quick, nobody's the wiser.

Step five...

We take the elixir back here.

And for the final step...

We get used to the idea we're rich!

You think we can pull off something so complicated?

Yeah. 'Cause we just did!

Oh right. Let's divvy it up!

We'll do that, but first we need to deduct caper expenses.

The gold mines we got the carts from cost 150 Elixir.

The torches for the tunnel, 500 each.

And the drill set us back one million Elixir.

Your get rich quick crime just made us super broke!

Well, yeah, but we were all part of the heist of the century.

Pretty cool, right?

Huh? Right?

You promised to protect the Elixir!

Hey, he didn't keep it from getting stolen either!

At least Joe was brave. He risked his life in the battle!

Gotta remember to keep that elbow tucked!

Yeah! Go Joe! Go Joe! Go Joe!

How am I losing to this idiot?

There's a Hog Rider born every 45 seconds,

but this is a story of a very special one...

A puny little guy who no one ever believed could become a Hog Rider.

No one, that is, except for me. I adopted him.

At six months old he was ready to try solid food.

Maybe too ready.

So, I decided to see if he could be up to the challenge of being a Hog Rider.

I had to teach him that you hit everything but the Hog.

And he certainly didn't like every part of what was involved.

But there was something in the kid... Something that just kept going.

I never wanted to stop raising him, but one day he was ready,

and I knew I couldn't hang on to him any more.

It was time he chose a Hog, and headed into battle.

To my surprise, he'd already chosen one...

Stop already! You've filmed my entire life!

We've got a battle to go to.

Me. That's right. He chose me.

Did somebody say 'Hog Rider'?

Did somebody say 'election sign'?

Citizens, I've been arrogant and boastful and a terrible, yet tall, listener.

Should you re-elect me, I'll continue to be tall,

but I'll be a better listener and a better ruler for it.

- Boo! You stink! - Get out of here!

Don't feel bad. Change is natural.

Really good talk. I'm glad I can count on you. Every vote counts.

Yes. Every vote counts.

Hog Rider!

- Let's do this thing! - Yeah!

All right, new plan! This time we charge in different directions! Got it?

Got it! Yeah!

Well, this is just embarrassing.

Just as I suspected. Your bones, brains and goopy bits are all normal.

Then why do we crash into each other?

As your doctor I have to inform you the four of you are unsynchronized.

Oh, no!

Calm down. I know something that can cure you. It's called 'singing'.

The more harmonically in tune you are with one another,

the more you'll anticipate each other's moves!

We're just trying not to fall down

Every time we move

We are not big fans of singing

But it gets us in the groove

How we love to be back swinging

Slashing stuff and chopping with our swords

Can't you hear the people screaming

Crap here comes that horde!

We did it!

We're gonna be super-famous. Nothing can stop us now!

Floyd was such a great bass! What are we gonna do?

I'm kind of a singer, so if you're looking to fill that guy's shoes...

You're in!

Hail, hail, the swordsmen are here

What the heck do we care

What the heck do we care

Hail, hail, the swordsmen are here

What the heck do we care

- Hey, guys, condolences. Need a fourth? - You're in!

Oh, I've got a sword, the best I can afford

It's so sharp, that I use it to groom

To groom!

Is it me, or the new guy is a show off?

No!

And the last one who's left is a big bag of bones

With a bomb that goes kaha-ha-boom!

Thank you. Every vote counts.

- I'm here to vote for King Albert. - Me too.

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Every vote counts!