Long ago, in a distant land,
I, Aku, the shape-shifting master of darkness
unleashed an unspeakable evil.
But, a foolish samurai warrior wielding a magic sword
stepped forth to oppose me.
Before the final blow was struck,
I tore open a portal in time
and flung him into the future,
where my evil is law.
Now, the fool seeks to return to the past
and undo the future that is Aku.
♪ Got to get back
♪ Back to the past Samurai Jack
♪ Watch out
♪ Got to get back
♪ Back to the past Samurai Jack
♪ Jack, Jack Jack, Jack, Jack
♪ Got to get back
♪ Back to the past Samurai Jack
♪ Watch out
♪ Got to get back
♪ Back to the past Samurai Jack
♪ Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
♪ Got to get back
♪ Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
♪ Watch out
♪ Got to get back
♪ Jack, Jack, Jack
♪ Samurai Jack
♪ Jack, Jack, Jack ♪
Ahhh.
Remember me?
Watch it!
Time to go.
Sorry to cut your fight short
with those bounty-hunter robots,
but, I got a wee problem.
Me wife's been kidnapped.
Ugh!
You are married?
Aye, to the most beautiful bonny lass
that ever blessed the ground with her footstep.
I must save her before the moon is full.
That is tomorrow night.
Where is she?
The Castle of Bourne.
The Celtic master of the hunt plans to devour her.
She's so dainty and sweet
and frightens so easy.
And the master of the hunt is so very scary.
Uh, try and calm yourself.
I cannot.
I can't save her on my own,
and I am forbidden by ancient custom
to seek help from warriors of me own clan.
I alone am no match
for the army of Celtic demons infesting the castle.
But there is a loophole in the ancient custom.
Me clan druid rolled the bones.
They said seek the help of a stranger.
You're the only stranger I know,
and you're as strange as they come, laddie,
and powerful, too.
Together, you and me,
we could save my wife before it's too late!
How can I refuse a friend in need?
Aye! I knew I could count on you, laddie.
Let's go. Time's a-wasting.
Where?
The highlands.
Where else?
Me wife has blonde hair like spun gold.
Smooth as silk.
Sometimes, she's let me brush it.
Her eyes are like the glittering blue sea.
I can stare into her eyes for days.
And her voice would make angels jealous,
such divine, melodious tones.
Her lips like two sweet roses,
and can she tell a joke!
And she does this thing with her ear.
Ha. It makes me laugh.
Did I mention her hair?
Yes.
We've arrived.
The highlands.
It's so beautiful, just like me wife.
I just get overcome thinking about her.
How can I live without me bonny wife?
I suggest we waste no time crying, then.
Aye.
I'm coming, sweetie!
There. My clan castle.
We can rest there before attacking the Castle of Bourne.
I'm back, you Gaul Druid totties.
Aw, go on!
I'm just here for a wee bit.
Hold fast, laddies. He's with me.
He's a stranger that will help me.
This one?
I am honored to meet you all.
What's he doing?
Don't know, maybe he dropped something.
Take a look at them pajamas he has on.
Aye, he's a strange one, all right.
Must be close to his bedtime. Ha ha.
Or he has not done his laundry.
That's enough!
Let's have a little respect.
But he's wearing a dress.
Shut it! And you, too!
This man is the bravest man
I have ever known.
We faced Aku's bounty hunters together,
and together, we'll fight the Celtic demons,
destroy the master of the hunt,
and rescue me wife!
I think they like you now, laddie.
Ah, here comes the food.
This is food?
Aye!
It's haggis.
Ew!
And what is haggis?
Sheep's stomach stuffed with meat and barley!
Stop!
Who is that?
Cathbad the clan druid.
What language is that?
He speaks a most ancient tongue.
Basically, the druid thinks you're a softie.
So as not to disgrace the clan,
you must pass the test of manhood.
What does that mean? "Softie"?
They don't know you like I know you.
Look, you got nothing to worry about.
You'll pass.
What is this test exactly?
You've got to throw a rock.
You can throw a rock, can't you?
We're in good shape.
Angus' throws stink.
Just throw this wee stone past Angus',
and you'll pass the test.
Is this necessary?
Aye, I'm afraid so.
But that was his warm-up throw.
Cathbad says I have to find a stronger stranger.
There is no time for that.
Me poor wife will be an ingredient in stew!
No, she won't.
Excuse me.
How many stones do you weigh?
20 stone.
What's it to you, fancy pants?
You are a mighty fellow.
Aye, that I am.
Aye! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!
You did it! He said you pass.
I thought it was something like that.
We can go now.
Stranger! Stranger!
Is your clan always that wild?
Aye. That's why I never stay at home.
I'm the mellow one.
You can put me down now.
Oh, no.
I'm carrying you all the way there.
It's the least I can do.
It is quite unnecessary.
Surely.
The Castle of Bourne.
Right. Let's charge.
Wait, friend.
It will not be that easy.
But there are no guards.
So it would seem.
Oh. Celtic demons.
Hmm.
Only seven. We can take seven easy.
Seven, because I tossed a rock.
If we were to assault the castle,
we would surely be overwhelmed
by vast numbers of those things.
Fine. Then how do we get in?
If I fall to me doom,
tell my wife I loved her.
Woop!
Are we going to sneak around here all night,
or are we going to fight?
It would be unwise to seek a battle
before we have secured your wife.
What? Oh, no.
We have to get her out of here, laddie.
They're already stirring the broth,
and my wife is going to be the main ingredient
before the moon rises.
If we split up, we could cover more ground,
but we should not separate in case of trouble.
Perhaps, then, we should disguise ourselves as demons.
What do you think?
I believe I have found your wife.
Where?
That tower... In the window.
It's her. Oh, my beauty.
Come on.
My buttercup! My love bunny!
I'm here to save thee!
Honey bottom?
Muffin?
Don't you muffin me,
you ripe end of a baboon!
You disappear without a word for two years,
only to show up because I've been kidnapped,
leaving me in this rotten sty for a month.
Till you get the gall enough to come and save me!
Wait till the last minute!
What have you been doing the whole time,
you pimple-faced hingle-dilly worm?
Some husband, you are.
Oh, big warrior. I think no.
I'll tell you where you been.
Busy tossing namby-pamby rocks
with your good-for-nothing dullards,
too busy to save the love of your...
Now I've seen everything.
Is this who you've been wasting your time with,
some wiry Maypole
wearing an ugly dress and tasteless slippers?
I swear on Chatelain's mighty chest hairs,
I've got wooden spoons brighter than you!
And to think I married
the only Scot in Scotland
Who'd bring some candlestick in slippers
to his wife's rescue,
instead of a whole clan of bumbling brutes.
No. I get just two bumbling brutes.
Well, one bumbling brute
and some kind of fashion-inept sheepherder.
But lovely lump, the druid said...
The druid?
Who listens to a man
wearing an elk skull on his head?
- But he... - Shut it!
Yes, dear.
We should go.
Oh! What a grand idea.
You must be the brains, I suppose.
It is just common sense.
It is, huh?
Well, how are you planning to get me out?
I hope, silently.
Well, I stubbed my toe. I cannot walk.
It hurts.
Oh, poor sugar puff. Oh.
Got any ideas, Aristotle?
How are you doing, puddle ducket?
This rescue stinks.
Huh?
I've never been so humiliated in me blessed life.
I have a gimbly old dullard for a husband
with a scrawny tree for a sidekick.
I'd be better off saving meself. Whoa.
Forgive me.
You almost dropped me,
you, gown-wearing fashion reject.
Perhaps, if we trade places.
Oh, that's grand,
but does me worm-brained husband care
that some stranger can peek up me dress?
No, he don't care a speck.
Is that better?
No, you fling-pooed backyard today"
Me walking with jolts of searing pain
coursing up my leg would be better.
Do you think before you open your mush,
or does it come out on its own?
Oh, way to go, boys.
I suppose walking us right into the whole blathering army
was part of the plan.
Well, don't just stand there. Defend me!
You call that fighting?
I've seen cranky sheep more vicious.
Oh, I'm sure that hurt them.
Why not give them all a cup of tea
and a biscuit to choke on?
You two couldn't fight your way
out of a garden party of old ladies.
I've baked haggis more lethal than you.
So many.
Is that it?
Some warriors you two are.
Ugh. Have any ideas, laddie?
Resign ourselves to becoming soup.
Ah. It's been high time fighting side by side with you, laddie.
I am honored to die at your side.
Are you two done being sissies?
Silence.
The moon is full.
Destroy the men,
and throw the fat female in the pot.
Fat?
I'm not fat. I'm stout.
Silence!
Yeeee-yah!
Ew.
Impressive.
Aye, that's me wife.
That's it, then.
Now let's go home.
Oh, angel.
Oh, my buttercup.
You are grand.
My wee life would be darkness without you.
You're sweet-talking me?
Aye.
Don't ever stop, love. Don't ever stop.
Oh, darling, oh.
Oh, you're a sweet man to come rescue me.
And I couldn't have done it without me friend.
Come here, laddie. Meet me wife.
Wife, this is me friend.
I am honored.
Oh, pleasure's mine, sir.
You fight with great strength and passion. I...
Oh, enough of that!
Give me a hug, laddie!
What a nice lad. A wee bit skinny.
I'll fatten you up with a good helping
of me famous haggis recipe.
What is haggis?
Sheep's stomach stuffed with...
- What? - What?
We're silly, I say.
How can I repay you, laddie?
Friends carry no debts.
Aye.
Invite him to supper, dear.
You're invited to supper.
Seems we must find an alternate way out.
Why?
This doorway is so very small,
and your wife is so very...
What?
Run.
Don't squash him, muffin.
He's a friend of mine.
♪ Watch out
♪ Got to get back
♪ Back to the past Samurai Jack
♪ Jack, Jack, Jack
♪ Got to get back
♪ Back to the past Samurai Jack
♪ Watch out
♪ Got to get back
♪ Back to the past Samurai Jack
♪ Jack, Jack, Jack
♪ Got to get back
♪ Back to the past Samurai Jack
♪ Watch out
♪ Jack, Jack Jack, Jack, Jack
♪ Watch out
♪ Got to get back
♪ Jack, Jack, Jack
♪ Samurai Jack
♪ Jack, Jack, Jack ♪