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“Bubble Guppies” Dragons N’ Roses! (TV Episode 2020)

Bubble Guppies

S5. E10

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Episode aired May 29, 2020
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When Petunia the Dragon moves to the Kingdom of Flowers, everyone is afraid of her fearsome roar. Everyone except Zooli, who befriends Petunia and shows her friends how lovable Petunia reall… Read allWhen Petunia the Dragon moves to the Kingdom of Flowers, everyone is afraid of her fearsome roar. Everyone except Zooli, who befriends Petunia and shows her friends how lovable Petunia really is.When Petunia the Dragon moves to the Kingdom of Flowers, everyone is afraid of her fearsome roar. Everyone except Zooli, who befriends Petunia and shows her friends how lovable Petunia really is.

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- Jonny Belt
- Robert Scull
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- Catherine Ashmore Bradley
- Quinn Breslin
- Solomon Brown

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Gil
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Caleb Clark

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Dannah Feinglass Phirman

Bubble Kitty
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Jordan Friedman

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Brianna Gentilella

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Leah Janvier

Zooli
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AJ Kane

Nonny
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Taylor Nicole Kaplan

Colby Kipnes

Oona
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Fred Tatasciore

Mr. Grouper
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Frank Welker

Bubble Puppy
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- Robert Scull
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Read online “Rose for the Dragon”, Lika Vi – Litres

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My name is Rosa, for a florist this is a very stupid name – my colleagues always joked about it, but I tried not to think about it, exactly until I woke up in tent, God knows where and why.

I ended up in a world where dragons and dryads have been fighting for a hundred years, and not just anywhere, but in the camp of dragons that hate flowers and especially roses, now I am executed only for the name, if, of course, the prince of dragons, so strange who studies me with his eyes will not figure out how to save me.

Chapter 1

“Well hello, Rosa,” the phosphorus woman said to me in a dream.

This is not the first time I have seen her. She is always naked, but she glows so in this cave full of roses that nothing but her silhouette could be distinguished in this radiance.

Are you ready, Rose? she asked.

– Why? I asked confused, yawning.

It was very strange. It seems that I knew for sure that this was a dream – it was not the first time I had seen this cave and the woman in it, but I was still surprised. I even yawn like I still want to sleep.

I came home from work, took a shower, wanted to drink more yogurt at night, but lay down on the sofa and apparently fell asleep and for some reason ended up here again.

This woman used to tell me about roses and other flowers. I really liked it, especially as a child. It was because of her dreams with her that I decided to become a florist, but today I didn’t feel like talking to her at all. I was tired, and again I had to listen to the jokes of the new employee of our flower shop.

– Rose, put roses in a bunch, but don’t accidentally tie yourself to flowers!

Does he really think this is funny?!

Remembering these jokes, I even got angry again, and then this woman suddenly announced:

– You are the chosen one, Rose, and the time has come for your duty. Now one Immortal has moved from our world to yours, which means the passage is open, and you can…

– Stop! I interrupted her, holding out my hand. “I just dream about you, and I’m not a fan of fantasy in which the chosen one saves the world. I just want to sleep, you know? I’m too old for your fairy tales.

“All right, sleep,” she said, waving her hand, and my vision was immediately replaced by indistinct dreams with some kind of fuss.

I hugged the pillow tighter and fell into a very deep sleep until I was awakened by a sudden deep voice cry:

– Crispeiro, an urgent denunciation from our intelligence!

“Didn’t I turn off the TV?” I groaned and got up.

Swarthy girls squealed around me. There were three of them. Their hair was braided in black braids with multicolored beads. They were all completely naked and tried to cover themselves with one sheet, while crawling away from me in different directions, and I looked around dumbfounded, not understanding anything.

I wasn’t at home and I didn’t sleep on the couch, but… but where exactly?

There was something like a fluffy carpet under me, pillows of different sizes and shapes were scattered around, the dome of a large tent with some patterns rose above my head, bowls with some kind of liquid were burning at each pillar that held the dome.

– Is this a prank? I asked, blinking in confusion as I hurriedly pushed my red-dyed hair out of my face.

So, Rose, pull yourself together, I told myself. It must be a dream again. It happens that you dream as if you were awake, but in fact you are still sleeping.

The dark-skinned girls with braids still tore the sheet and, covering themselves, ran away past a dark-haired young man in armor with the image of a dragon.

“What pathetic rubbish,” I whispered, looking at this armor.

Well, really, it’s too pretentious. Black metal, a red dragon on a bib – if this is a prank, then the actors are greatly outplaying me, although who can play me at all.

In order to wake up faster, I pinched my hand and immediately screamed, because this black-haired freak in fancy armor drew his sword and pointed it at me.

“Don’t move, try to use your magic, dryad, and I’ll kill you,” he told me.

“That’s not funny,” I said honestly, looking at him carefully.

Now that he was close, I could see him. His hair was black, as dark as a raven’s wing. The eyes are red. I have never seen such lenses, so that such a bright scarlet color, and the pupils are oblong at the same time. Marvelous.

He had a beard and mustache – short, well-groomed, I would even say stylish, if they were trimmed. Probably, this is still the stubble of five days without a razor or even more. It grew as it grew, and he left it.

“She slowly raised her hands and stood up,” he ordered me.

I obeyed, still not believing in the reality of what was happening, so I asked:

– Is the sword real?

Instead of answering, he kicked one of the pillows, causing it to fly above the floor, and then cut it in half.

“Cool,” I whispered sincerely, not understanding where in our world such a beautiful sword with some patterns and signs came from.

“I will do the same to you if you don’t immediately tell me how you ended up here,” he ordered me, pointing his weapon at me again.

I smiled awkwardly.

“If this is a prank, then it’s not funny,” I whispered, grimacing at the absurdity of the situation.

What could be more ridiculous. I’m standing in the center of a tent, wearing only pajamas, pink with big daisies, with a white lace frill, in a crop top and shorts. I raised my hands up and kept silent, looking at this madman.

– Am I a joker to you? I’m the Prince of Ewy-de-lor and I never joke! – declared a man with a sword and grabbed me by a long white braid, pulling me to him. “How did you get into the camp, dryad?”

– Which camp? I whispered, realizing that this was apparently not a prank, but some kind of psycho. “Tell me, how did you kidnap me?” I’m not a dryad, I’m a human!

He growled something completely inaudible in my ear, and then pulled me towards the exit.

– Blow the bugle, wake up the guards, the magician and the generals – we have a scout! he ordered the guards, pushing me forward while I barely moved my legs, staring in front of me with all my eyes.

No, I definitely wasn’t at home or even in the suburbs. I was in some mountains, in a camp of many tents. I have never seen this before.

A horn sounded somewhere, and a dragon burst into the sky from the rocks nearby, exhaling flames into the sky. He lit up the valley under the mountain with light and the whole camp, and I looked at him in horror.

– A dragon… a real dragon…

– It’s only a Draknaft, ignoramus, – my captor answered me and pulled me aside. “Shackle her and bring her in chains to the main tent!” he ordered, pushing me aside and, already turning away, added: “I hate dryads…

They grabbed me by the arms and, barefoot, they dragged me along the grass somewhere away.

– I’m not a dryad! I screamed with all my might until one of my daisies was poked with a roughly thick finger.

– What is this? the person who did it asked me.

– Chamomile, such a flower.

– Only dryads understand this carrion, its chains! he shouted, and in the darkness of the cave into which they led me, they immediately rustled, forcing me to watch everything with horror and amazement.

They shackled my hands, bending the metal into a kind of hoop with their hands and soldering these hoops to the chain with one breath.

– Who are you? I whispered.

– Your enemies are dragons! – grinning, the one who had just melted the metal with his breath answered me, and then laughed, giving a command to the guards with his hand, who immediately grabbed me by the arms and dragged me somewhere again.

Chapter 2

I was taken back to the tent, only this time in a different one – much larger, pushed inside and forced to kneel, right on the small stones that replaced the floor of this tent.

A strong hand prevented me from raising my head, and I kept trying to understand how it happened and where I ended up. Perhaps I should have listened to what that woman wanted to tell me.

– What’s your name?! an old man asked me, judging by his voice.

“Rose,” I answered honestly, realizing that there was no point in lying anyway. To lie, you must at least understand what they want to hear from you, and I only understood that they do not like dryads, which do not exist at all, like dragons.

– How did you end up in Mr. Crispeiro’s tent? the old man asked again.

– I don’t know, I just woke up there.

– Where is Mr. Crispeiro himself?

“I don’t even know who it is,” I groaned.

– How long have you been serving in the dryad intelligence?

– Where? I asked.

“Don’t pretend, you heard me,” the old man said sternly.

– I work in a flower shop and don’t work anywhere, and dryads don’t exist at all! I exclaimed, and still twitched.

I managed to raise my head and see exactly where I was being led.

In front of me in a wide chair sat the same man who found me first, only now instead of armor he was wearing an elaborately expensive suit. Black, velvet, adorned with some kind of precious stones, and under it is a red shirt and a scarf tied in the manner of a butterfly. Strange type, and their fashion here is strange.

Everyone else was older and more modest. They sat in armchairs a little lower in a semicircle and laughed at my answers, but he did not laugh, he looked at me attentively, resting his chin on his hand.

– And I’m supposed to believe it? he asked calmly.

“Yes, because I am a simple person and I don’t understand what is going on here,” I said defiantly.

What did I already have to lose? I’m on my knees in pajamas. Stones worse than peas dig into the skin, I shake the chains on my hands and explain to the prince that I am not a dryad.

“She’s not lying,” the old man said unexpectedly.

I just looked at him then. It was really a very old man – hunched and wrapped in some kind of fabrics and skins that dangled from him like incomprehensible robes.

In one hand he had a crooked staff, as if a huge tree withered, stretched out and turned into what he held in his hands, while the crown curled up in a spiral, and the roots remained below, like short, outlandish legs.

In his other hand, he had some kind of stone that glowed blue.

“Only she smells strongly of magic,” the old man continued without looking at me. “She is either a witch, or some powerful witch sent her.

“A spy means a spy who doesn’t know who he is,” said the man on the right hand of the prince, rubbing his beard thoughtfully. – We must kill her.

“No, we need to find the witch who sent her here and find out what kind of magic it is,” another of the men intervened.

– Don’t say anything! a third interrupted them, pointing at me. – look carefully, she has all the clothes in flowers – like eyes, they surely convey our every word to our enemies!

– It’s just daisies, drawing, – for some reason I began to justify myself, – it does not convey anything.

“She thinks so, but she may not know anything,” said the old man, shaking his head.

– Burn her clothes, and then decide what to do with her!

– No, what will I be wearing then?! – I was indignant. – It’s just pajamas.

– Just what? the prince asked, wincing.

“P-ma-ma,” the old man repeated syllable by syllable. “Probably the name of an artifact, but I don’t know anything about it.

– All the more burn it! concluded the man sitting next to the prince. We needed some more pajamas. Remove this rubbish from her, you can remain prisoners without clothes!

He shrugged it off in disgust, allowing the guards to do whatever they wanted, and my T-shirt was immediately torn off on the back. I squeaked something indistinctly, covering my chest with my hands, and pressing the fabric tighter, I stared imploringly at the prince.

He had such a strange look that for some reason I clung to him all the time and looked straight into his red eyes.

“Please,” I whispered as my clothes were torn.

“Enough,” he said suddenly. – We are dragons, not some barbarians, bring her a dress and call the maid to help her change clothes, and, of course, burn this rubbish – Pajamas are definitely not needed in a military camp!

Now he brushed me aside and pulled me to my feet.

– All the same, she is a Rose, and her hair is red, like a mockery of our fire, is it possible to leave her alive with that name? – asked the prince that untidy type that ordered me to undress – bearded and formidable.

– Apparently, if we want to understand who she is and where my mentor disappeared, or do you want to argue with my decision? the prince asked, and without waiting for an answer he turned to the guards. “Take her away and bring her to my quarters in disguise. I’ll interrogate her myself after the meeting.

He looked at me again, looked straight into my eyes, and I saw for sure that his black eyes were on fire. This look did not bode well, but for some reason I was not afraid of him, as I was then with the sword – probably just out of stupidity, I just did not understand that all this was real. Maybe I’ll wake up soon and it’ll all be over?

While I was thinking about it, I was again dragged out into the street and given to swarthy girls with braids.

– Bring her into proper shape for the prince, – said the guard, – perhaps he will eat her after interrogation.

“It will be done,” answered the three girls in unison, all identical in appearance.

– Eat? I asked, not believing my ears.

– And what did you think. He’s a dragon, he can do anything,” one of the girls said and began to undress me, cutting the fabric where the chain prevented me from getting rid of clothes normally.

So where did I end up? Seems like a good time to wake up before I really get eaten for having that name!

Chapter 3

I was washed, literally soaked in some large wooden barrel, rubbed all over with some bunches of grass, and then dressed up in strange clothes. A loose shirt – or rather, what later turned out to be a shirt – was thrown over me like a bag, and then they began to tie long ribbons. The shirt had a round neckline, no neckline, at least it pleases, but I didn’t like the fabric – very rough, albeit white, even clean. It smelled pleasant: some kind of sea, although it was not clear to me where it came from in the mountains. I generally forgot about the smell when I realized that the strange rag was really a shirt. Two of her thin canvases turned into sleeves when quick swarthy girls tied the ribbons. There were a lot of them: about twenty on each sleeve, because the holes were not very large, but on the sides the two halves of the shirt were tied with only three ribbons, but I did not have time to start worrying about my nakedness. Instead of shorts, they pulled on me a long dark blue skirt to the floor, and pulled a corset around my chest and waist. And so quickly and deftly that I could not even understand anything.

My pajamas were thrown into a basket and handed to me, all without a word or removing the chains.

– What about underwear? Do you have no underwear? I asked in confusion, feeling the coolness on my bare feet climb under my skirt. Still, it’s not hot here, and apparently I didn’t even notice this from such a strange awakening.

– Who is missing? one of the girls asked.

– Don’t talk to her. It must be her witch tricks…

– Well, what tricks? I just want panties or something like that, I won’t walk around with a booty head.

“So she’s not naked,” the third swarthy girl told me in confusion. – She’s under a skirt.

– But she’s naked under her skirt! – I was indignant. “Don’t you even have any pantaloons?”

The girls giggled.

– Why are we laughing? asked a young man who suddenly appeared behind me.

I turned around and was even surprised to see a thin guy with a mop of black hair. He was not wearing any armor, nor any expensive clothes – a long, untucked shirt, the same as they put on me, with drawstrings and short trousers that barely covered his knees. At the same time, his bare feet were covered with scales and obvious claws dug into the ground – it is not surprising that he was barefoot at the same time, what kind of shoes do you need for such feet? I don’t even pretend. Is he a dragon too? Does the prince have the same boots?

“Yes, the witch wanted trousers,” one of the girls said to this guy.

He laughed, showing sharp teeth in three rows, like a shark. Horror what!

“If the prince allows her to wear trousers, I’ll give her mine,” he said with a laugh and pulled my chain. “Come, wretch, the prince wanted you for dinner.”

– Will there be? – I asked frightened, leaving the next tent again to the street.

“No, look at the food,” the guy snapped. – Of course there is, and you will serve.

I exhaled immediately, because I definitely didn’t want to be the prince’s dinner.

– Come on, get out to that tent! he said, pushing me in the back.

He indicated the tent exactly, but I was surprised, because I thought that the tent where I had been before belonged to the prince. It was very large, luxurious, and they showed me to an ordinary gray tent, in which some kind of lonely light flickered.

This is not how I imagined the prince’s tents. Although, what am I talking about, what kind of princes? I took a step, fighting the wild urge to scream that this couldn’t be true, and I wanted to wake up.

I did the second one and realized that no one was pushing me, not like last time. On the fourth, cautious step, I turned around, trying to figure out where the toothy guy had gone.

He was not behind me. This is where I came from surprise. Of course, I am a prisoner and I seem to have nowhere to run, but if they believe that I am a witch, then why did they leave me like that? And no one pays attention to me.

I stand like a fool in the center of the camp and look around. Here are some warriors sitting by the fire and talking quietly. The camp, it seems, is already asleep, there are very few lights. There are no horses in the area, well, or I don’t see them, lookouts in the camp itself are also not visible. You could run away, but where?

I sigh and move on towards the tent. What else is left for me? Just come to the prince and hope for his sanity – after all, the magician confirmed to him that I am a man, and not a dryad, and I do not lie. Maybe he will believe that I am not from here at all.

– Don’t you want to use your pa-ma? the same escort guy suddenly asked, appearing nearby.

I shuddered, twitched, jumped away from him. Where did he even come from? Retreating, I raised the basket, and he poked a black claw on his hand into my pajamas right in the yellow center of one of the daisies, bared his teeth and looked at me very angrily. His eyes were black, you can’t even tell where the pupil is, where the iris is – solid blackness, very terrible blackness.

I just swallowed in fear, and he laughed again.

– Well, definitely a person. Poor, stupid man… Let’s go, otherwise you won’t come up with anything interesting anyway.

– Have you checked me? I asked.

“Yeah,” he answered me cheerfully.

Still, if you don’t really pay attention to his terrible teeth and claws, then he is not at all scary and cheerful.

– Are you a dragon too? I decided to ask anyway.

And then he burst out laughing, grabbed me by the chain and skipped to the tent, dragging me after him.

I just had to run after him. I almost fell when, bursting into the tent, he let go of me, jumped over a small table with some dishes and jumped onto a high desk, almost knocking over the inkwell directly to the prince on the papers. He simply caught it with his hand and held it, distracting himself from what he was writing.

– Reer, haven’t you been down the drain for a long time? he asked quietly and sternly, but the guy didn’t even hear him.

– She is generally bad! he exclaimed, pointing at me. – She asked if I was a dragon, and also wanted trousers, and also … she didn’t notice the simplest magic at all, didn’t understand that I just became invisible, and didn’t touch my pajamas. She just…

He laughed out loud, rocking on the table, and even hit it with his clawed paws, not at all afraid of anything.

– Where did you grow up, stupid? this laughing sharktooth Ree asked me.

“In Yaroslavl,” I answered quietly and guiltily. She answered the truth, of course.

– In Yaroche?

The prince obviously couldn’t stand his bursting laughter and stood up abruptly, but before he even had time to do anything, Ree jumped off the table, sat down next to him on the floor and fell silent, pulling his head into his shoulders.

– I took the basket from her and took it to the magician! the prince ordered sternly.

“And then,” Ree began to babble without raising his head, “you can…

He didn’t finish, because the prince answered faster.

– I don’t care where you sleep, but at dawn you must be here, otherwise I’ll thrash you.

– Hooray! – exclaimed Ree, jumped up and, snatching the basket from me, sped away.

I remained standing where I was, bewildered, frightened, looking wide-eyed at the prince. What was it all about.

– Village! Over there,” the prince ordered me, pointing to a pillow to the side. “Wait, first I’ll finish my business, then I’ll deal with you … probably.”

He was already muttering the last words under his breath, but I still heard everything, but quietly sat on the pillow and waited, trying to understand at least something, but it’s better to remember what else was in my dreams that could something to explain, at least something. ..

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My name is Rose, for a florist this is a very stupid name – my colleagues always joked like that, but I tried not to think about it, exactly until I woke up in the tent, God knows where and why.