Chapter 1
They were coming. The terror from across the sea. Like a
sudden chill in the air, they sailed closer. The terror
known as the Bucks! Their vile leader, the stoat
Magnamad, had chosen this name wisely. A descendent of
the stoat warlord, Badrang the Tyrant, he laughed aloud
at the thought of revenge, passed down from Badrang to
himself. The decks of his armada were flooded with his
crimson robed hordes. He grinned wickedly at the sight
of his well-trained army, ready to destroy the
descendants of his ancestor's foe. As he strode out onto
the main deck, all present stood to attention.
"Magnamad!" he screeched. "Flames and fire!" answered
his minions. Magnamad had chosen his name wisely. Magna
was mad.
Chapter 2
"Come back here with that pie, you scallywag!" Dumble,
the chief of the Redwall dibbuns, had just succeeded in
purloining a bilberry pie with meadowcream, fresh from
the ovens. He streaked across the Abbey grounds,
getting ever closer to the Dibbun hideout, Friar Spackle
on his tail. He was almost scot-free when whoops! Dumble
tripped and the pie, it flew into a nearby otter's paws.
"Skip!" Dumble squeaked. "Whyjoo trip me?"
"Sorry, mate," the strong otter replied. "I'm not letting
my teatime snack be munch up by a little ruffian like you!"
However, Skipper didn't notice the fishing hook above
him. "Huh?" The pie flew up and was grabbed by heavy
digging claws. "Oi gots ee poi, Dumbly zurr!" Dumble's
partner in crime, the molemaid Furrtil cried. "Ya, cummon
yoo likkle maggot!" Arven, his squirrel captain yelled
triumphantly. "No fanks, Arven," Dumble replied. "I gorra
sword lesson wiv Skip!" The happy period was so
wonderful that the peaceful Abbeydwellers had no idea
what was only two days away. The time of the Bucks was
here!
Chapter 3
"All right, mate," Skipper said. "Swing left, and right,
downward chop… ouch!" Dumble, in a burst of excitement,
had thwacked his wooden sword into the Otter
chieftain's left foot. "Medsticks!" Dumble called. "We
gorra patch up Skipper!" As soon as he called, a yelling
mob of Dibbuns in doctor's clothing dashed up and
proceeded to pour ointment on his head and wrap him in
bandages. Then, they heard someone knock on the gates.
Magnamad had arrived!
Chapter 4
"What is it?" called the resident badger, Madame Flora.
"It's a dibbun stoat!" the lookout replied. "I norra
Dibbun," the stoat replied. "I be Maggamad!" Madame
Flora and the other adults came outside to retrieve the
strange, wily stoat, but then they found the net! Snarled
in the tough, stiff fibers, the adult population of Redwall
was hoisted into a nearby oak. "We da Big Un Catcherers
Killers Socity!" Magnamad called to the Redwallers. "We
Bucks catcha, then we killa!" "Old et roight thurr!" Furrtil
called. "You'm still got us'ns to deal wit!" However, the
stoat had vanished.
Chapter 5
Although he was overcome by sadness at the loss of his
friends, Dumble did not cry. He was strong, a born leader.
"Jus yoo wait, Maggamad!" I'll get a big uns back!" He
then divided up his Dibbun army made up of: Bagg, Runn,
Ferdy, Coggs, Spike, Posy, Skittles, Furrtil, Grubb,
Trubble, Bungo, Gurrbowl, Diggum, Russano, Fuffle,
Dwopple, Rollo, Arven, Chugger, Silent Sam, and himself,
Dumble. Dumble looked furtively about at his brave
Dibbun army, weapons at the ready, sly smiles on their
faces, all waiting on his command. "Redwall!" The chase
was on.
They were coming. The terror from across the sea. Like a
sudden chill in the air, they sailed closer. The terror
known as the Bucks! Their vile leader, the stoat
Magnamad, had chosen this name wisely. A descendent of
the stoat warlord, Badrang the Tyrant, he laughed aloud
at the thought of revenge, passed down from Badrang to
himself. The decks of his armada were flooded with his
crimson robed hordes. He grinned wickedly at the sight
of his well-trained army, ready to destroy the
descendants of his ancestor's foe. As he strode out onto
the main deck, all present stood to attention.
"Magnamad!" he screeched. "Flames and fire!" answered
his minions. Magnamad had chosen his name wisely. Magna
was mad.
Chapter 2
"Come back here with that pie, you scallywag!" Dumble,
the chief of the Redwall dibbuns, had just succeeded in
purloining a bilberry pie with meadowcream, fresh from
the ovens. He streaked across the Abbey grounds,
getting ever closer to the Dibbun hideout, Friar Spackle
on his tail. He was almost scot-free when whoops! Dumble
tripped and the pie, it flew into a nearby otter's paws.
"Skip!" Dumble squeaked. "Whyjoo trip me?"
"Sorry, mate," the strong otter replied. "I'm not letting
my teatime snack be munch up by a little ruffian like you!"
However, Skipper didn't notice the fishing hook above
him. "Huh?" The pie flew up and was grabbed by heavy
digging claws. "Oi gots ee poi, Dumbly zurr!" Dumble's
partner in crime, the molemaid Furrtil cried. "Ya, cummon
yoo likkle maggot!" Arven, his squirrel captain yelled
triumphantly. "No fanks, Arven," Dumble replied. "I gorra
sword lesson wiv Skip!" The happy period was so
wonderful that the peaceful Abbeydwellers had no idea
what was only two days away. The time of the Bucks was
here!
Chapter 3
"All right, mate," Skipper said. "Swing left, and right,
downward chop… ouch!" Dumble, in a burst of excitement,
had thwacked his wooden sword into the Otter
chieftain's left foot. "Medsticks!" Dumble called. "We
gorra patch up Skipper!" As soon as he called, a yelling
mob of Dibbuns in doctor's clothing dashed up and
proceeded to pour ointment on his head and wrap him in
bandages. Then, they heard someone knock on the gates.
Magnamad had arrived!
Chapter 4
"What is it?" called the resident badger, Madame Flora.
"It's a dibbun stoat!" the lookout replied. "I norra
Dibbun," the stoat replied. "I be Maggamad!" Madame
Flora and the other adults came outside to retrieve the
strange, wily stoat, but then they found the net! Snarled
in the tough, stiff fibers, the adult population of Redwall
was hoisted into a nearby oak. "We da Big Un Catcherers
Killers Socity!" Magnamad called to the Redwallers. "We
Bucks catcha, then we killa!" "Old et roight thurr!" Furrtil
called. "You'm still got us'ns to deal wit!" However, the
stoat had vanished.
Chapter 5
Although he was overcome by sadness at the loss of his
friends, Dumble did not cry. He was strong, a born leader.
"Jus yoo wait, Maggamad!" I'll get a big uns back!" He
then divided up his Dibbun army made up of: Bagg, Runn,
Ferdy, Coggs, Spike, Posy, Skittles, Furrtil, Grubb,
Trubble, Bungo, Gurrbowl, Diggum, Russano, Fuffle,
Dwopple, Rollo, Arven, Chugger, Silent Sam, and himself,
Dumble. Dumble looked furtively about at his brave
Dibbun army, weapons at the ready, sly smiles on their
faces, all waiting on his command. "Redwall!" The chase
was on.
