Later, Hercules and Phil are addressing Sora, Donald, and Goofy in the Lobby. Phil
reads from a piece of papyrus as Hercules stands with his arms crossed
Philoctetes: Thus, I do hereby dub thee junior heroes, and confer
upon thee full rights and privileges to participate in the games. Further—
Donald: Hey! What do you mean junior heroes?
Philoctetes: You rookies still don’t understand what it takes to be a
true hero.
Goofy: So, what does it take?
Hercules: Well, that’s just something you’ll have to find out for
yourselves. Just the way that I did.
He smiles
Sora: No problem. We’ll start by proving ourselves in the games.
Sora smiles, lifting a fist proudly
Philoctetes: There ain’t gonna be any games for a while.
He motions to the closed sign over the arena entrance
Philoctetes: Gotta clean up the mess from that last battle
first.
Sora: Okay, we’ll be back.
He waves, and the three of them leave as Hercules waves goodbye and Phil strokes his
beard
Philoctetes: I still can’t believe that squirt actually beat
Cerberus.
Hercules (to Phil): Just between us, I’d already worn
Cerberus down by the time the little guy jumped in.
The door closes
Philoctetes: My lips are sealed.