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Gunmar.

Gunmar the Black.

Gunmar the Vicious.

Gunmar the Skullcrusher.

Gunmar!

Ow!

Give me an A!

A!

Give me an R!

R!

Give me a C!

C!

This is taking way too long.

Give me an “adia”!

What’s that spell?

Arcadia!

Go Moles!

Go, Moles.

Before we begin,

I have a few announcements.

And his eye is glowing.

And then, the dream just keeps reminding me that I’m completely way out of my league.

Right?

Tobes.

Who is that masked mole?

You ever wonder?

You didn’t hear a word I said just then, did you?

Sure, I did.

You had no problems sneaking into the Darklands when it was to save Claire’s brother,

but now that Kanjigar says you’ve got to face Gunmar, you’re having nightmares about him and are freaking out that you’re way out of your league.

I can multi-task, Jimbo.

It’s Bill Aronstein.

Bill moved to Wisconsin.

This is someone else’s artistry.

Someone with feminine wiles.

What?

What feminine wiles?

How do you even know that it’s a girl under there?

Uh, trust me, dude.

I know women, and that is all woman under there.

Hey!

All right, mole, that’s enough!

Go back into your burrow or whatever!

Okay.

Principal Levit has taken ill with the flu.

He’s asked me to handle announcing the students the faculty’s nominated for the year-end Spring Fling King and Queen.

Shannon Longhannon!

I’ll pronounce it soon, Shannon.

It’s gonna be you.

No, it’s not.

It is every year.

And, every year, I don’t care.

Darci Scott!

Wait, what?

Really?

Yeah!

The third and final nominee is.

Mary Wang!

Me?

Not you?

You?

I mean, that’s so awesome.

And now, for the boys.

Steve Palchuck!

That’s right, plebes!

Obvious!

I know, yeah.

Get over here, Steve.

Eli Pepperjack!

Hey, no booing!

I have friends!

You’re worrying too much about Gunmar.

Relax, dude.

Now that the play’s over, you can focus on your training full time.

Learn some cool new moves, master some deadly arts.

And finally, Jim Lake Junior!

That’s you!

What?

Really?

Buttsnack?

Time for some friendly competition!

Eat snack, Pepperjack!

Our nominees will compete in a series of challenges to win your vote.

Each nominee will propose a theme for the dance.

I like disco!

I’ve got to boogie!

That is all.

How am I gonna find time to.

That’s not what’s important, Jimbo!

You’ve got a chance to be king of the school!

You know what that means?

That would make me duke.

Jim Lake for Spring King!

You have defeated the son but not the father.

Gunmar is death.

Blinkous and my son have trained you well in the art of single combat, but rarely will your enemies do the courtesy of striking one at a time.

All right, enough!

So, you yield?

Yes, yeah, I yield.

This stopped being fun for me a little while ago.

You must be prepared to face Gunmar.

Well.

I think you guys just made your point that I’m not.

I’m not strong enough to kill Gunmar, even with my friends.

We needed to be hard on you because you weren’t gonna listen to us.

You had to see for yourself.

Besides, there’s no way to kill Gunmar.

He’s invincible.

No, he’s not!

So far as we know.

What do you know?

What do they mean?

That sword of yours has fought him many times, but has never killed him.

Your weapon and armor were crafted with a singular purpose in mind to protect both our worlds.

Don’t forsake that solemn mission to save one human child and lose your life in the process.

Jim, did you see my father?

I did.

Did he speak of me?

Yeah.

He wished the Soothscryer could let you in, but, you know, the rules are the rules.

It’s all right, Trollhunter.

You don’t have to lie to protect my feelings.

He said we can’t kill Gunmar.

I would only be leading my friends to their death.

Too bad.

I was looking forward to proving him wrong.

So was I.

Aaarrrgghh, what’s wrong?

Blinky.

But if I consult Gringold’s Grimore, cross-reference it with Axle’s Forbidden Almanac.

Of course, it’s there!

It’s true!

How long’s he been like this?

Long time.

Maybe you should switch to decaf.

According to legend, only one scholar, the Dishonorable Bodus, uncovered a method of wounding Gunmar.

The Trollhunters just told me there wasn’t any way.

How do you do it?

No one knows.

Gunmar had Bodus and his students hunted down and dispatched in a most unpleasant manner.

But here, this book, The Final Testament of Bodus.

This is the last surviving copy of his work!

This is the key!

And I’m going to burn it.

Long time.

Blinky, no!

What are you doing?

That book might tell us the.

Bodus was being hunted!

He knew he had to keep it secret!

Oh, no!

Burn, baby, burn!

No, don’t!

Did Blinky just destroy our only chance at getting Gunmar?

Or my baby brother!

You don’t understand.

Bodus hid the secret within the book.

Watch.

It’s a message.

Aha!

I am so glad that worked.

What does it say?

In darkest tide, when Daylight darest wane.

The Myrddin Wylt obscured a Shadow’s bane.

What’s a “Myrddin Wench”?

It’s an ancient name for Merlin.

Shouldn’t someone be taking a picture of this or something?

“Three forces elemental thou must seek.”

In marshland, caverns deep, and mountain’s peak.

Where worthy perish, ye will prevail in night “and eclipse all who quarry with thy might.”

Anyone else freaked out a little bit by this evil perish poem?

No.

It said we can prevail!

We can win!

He hid a Shadow’s bane.

Gunmar’s bane?

It’s referencing a weapon of insurmountable power, formed by three forces unhallowed.

Of course!

It must be the Triumbric Stones!

Three shards of legend tied to Gunmar’s lifeblood, lost to the ages.

If we seek out these stones.

We can kill Gunmar!

Blinky, you madman, you did it!

We make the weapon and wham!

Gunmar is done-mar!

Caution.

Indeed!

The Triumbric Stones have been hidden for centuries, but if I can decipher this text, Master Jim, then you shall.

“Eclipse all who quarry with thy might.”

This is what the world has become, Angor Rot.

This village.

It’s called “Arcadia Oaks.”

It’s on fire?

No.

Those are called lights.

Something known as electricity.

You’ll come to enjoy it, along with indoor plumbing.

So many advances since you’ve been away.

The bridge to Gunmar is under this.

Arcadia?

The bridge will be spoken of no longer.

Gunmar had his chance to rule.

Now, it’s my turn.

Your turn for what?

Revenge and insurance.

In this town, there is a boy and this boy fancies a girl, a girl whose brother is being held in the Darklands.

If the boy saves the child from the changeling nursery, he’ll want to save them all.

And it’s my job to watch over my half-breed brethren and not let that happen.

But how could a fleshbag even contemplate such a feat?

This boy is the Trollhunter.

It’s a long story.

The moral of which is not to underestimate him.

He already managed to kill the son of Gunmar.

Obviously, I could deal with him myself, but a man of my esteemed stature in this community can’t do anything without arousing unwanted suspicion.

You’re afraid of a fleshbag child.

I am not.

I merely.

He bested Bular and you are afraid.

That is why you require Angor Rot.

Just remember who’s in charge here.

I bear the ring.

You answer to me.

When the boy is finished, you will have your freedom.

A human Trollhunter.

I’ve never hunted such game.

I will kill this boy, but I will do it on my own terms.

I’m back, Arcadia, and I brought you a gift.

Mom, could you.

Claire, could you change your baby brother’s diaper, please?

He’s not a baby and he’s not my brother.

Finally, the help shows up.

If you think for a second I’m changing your diaper.

Please, I’m more than capable of using the loo like a civilized troll.

I need you to pick me up a nice, thick, greasy cheeseburger, with a side of jo-jo potatoes.

What do I look like?

Your servant?

All right, enough!

You’re a monster.

You know that?

Uh, not monster.

Changeling.

This isn’t fair.

It’s no day at the beach for me either, love bug.

I can’t believe I have to pretend you’re my brother.

It’s.

It’s cruel.

What’s this?

Don’t.

Don’t do that, seriously.

Please don’t cry.

Forget the jo-jos.

Just a plain burger.

Enrique.

I get it.

You miss your brother, but I assure you, he’s perfectly fine.

He’s trapped in the Darklands.

How can that be fine?

I’ll show ya.

Your brother is what’s known as my familiar.

Changelings share a certain bond with them.

It’s good for this little trick.

Enrique.

Mi hermanito.

I suppose this arrangement has been rather hard on you.

I’m going to get you back.

I’m going to find you and I’ll bring you home.

Sorry.

It’s “for a limited time only” kinda situation.

You don’t have to leave.

How do you like your burger?

Yum!

Ah, Mr. Strickler.

You’re back?

Gesundheit, Principal Levit.

My apologies if my absence caused you any turmoil, but I brought you a gift.

Oh, come in.

What is it?

Some sort of rock?

Of a sort.

I hear Coach Lawrence was having a tizzy of a time teaching my class.

Your class?

Look, you can’t just drop off the face of the Earth and expect your job back.

Actually, it’s not my job I’m here for.

What is this?

And now, for my next trick the vanishing sock!

Mm!

Tasty trick.

It’s not supposed to be tasty,

Aaarrrgghh.

It’s supposed to be magic.

Hey, Mom.

I’m home.

Where have you been?

Just studying at the library with Claire and Tobes.

The library closed three hours ago.

Where have you been?

I don’t know, Mom.

We took the long way home.

I have been worried sick, and that’s the best lie you can come up with?

Okay, sorry!

Call off the search parties!

I’m obviously home!

Hmm.

Jim, this is what you’re wearing?

I wear this every day, Tobes.

What else would I be wearing?

Your costume!

In a few minutes, you’re selling everyone your theme for the school dance.

Tobes, look, I’d love to be Spring King.

Who wouldn’t?

But I’m just a little preoccupied right now with not getting killed.

There are fates worse than death, Jimbo.

In high school, anyway.

This is our chance to get the school to finally recognize how cool we are.

“We”?

If you become Spring King, it’ll open up a whole new bracket of women.

I’m talking cheerleaders, senior cheerleaders.

Dare I dream Community college dropouts.

If you don’t want to do it for us, Jimbo, do it for me.

I’ve always felt like I was destined to be a duke.

Fine.

I’ll try to throw some kind of costume together, okay?

Thank you.

And put some effort into it.

Ugh!

The things I do for Toby.

Where am I supposed to find a costume?

And what am I supposed to be?

Stapler-man?

Huh?

What is that?

Attention, teachers and students!

The assembly will begin in two minutes!

One fifty-nine, fifty-eight.

Move it!

Huh.

Huh.

And now, for the boys, Steve Palchuck!

Arcadia Oaks High, I have two words for you.

Luau!

Luau!

Luau!

Yeah!

Pineapples!

Leis!

Coconuts?

Thanks, Palchuck.

Hey, Toby, where’s Jim?

Oh, he’s just throwing together a last-minute costume and theme.

No big deal.

What is he thinking?

These things take time.

You don’t just win Spring Fling by throwing something together.

Why do I care about this so much?

Because it matters, Claire!

This is the kind of event that can propel us through high school and send us off to college as winners!

Um, hi.

I know that we just met, but what are you?

Okay.

All right, I get it.

Strong, silent type.

And now, Eli Pepperjack!

Oh, my God!

Uh, awkward.

What’s up, righteous dudes and dudettes?

Huh?

Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters!

Let’s take a blast to the past!

Back to ancient times!

The 1980s!

Boo!

Go back to the luau guy!

Okay, if you’re gonna play dirty.

For the glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command!

That wasn’t supposed to happen!

Or that.

I resurrected you to kill the Trollhunter, not outsource the job to a golem.

He bested the son of Gunmar.

Human or not,this hunter is not to be trifled with.

The hunt is a game, and when I’m prepared to strike,

he will know.

Mr. Lake?

Anybody seen Mr. Lake?

Well, I guess you forfeit.

Hey, there!

Jim will be here.

We’re his opening act.

Who wants to see some magic?

Whew!

Hmm.

James Lake?

Lake, are you here?

Oh, no!

The costume!

Okay, this is gonna work.

Boo!

Boo!

Oh, my gosh!

It worked!

Wait, where’d the sock go?

What are you doing?

I’m in the middle of my act.

Give me the.

All right, enough!

Jim Lake is disquali.

What the heck is that?

What’s going on here?

Looks like you’ve been digging in the dirt, Lake.

What the heck are you supposed to be?

He looks like a mole!

Huh?

Mole!

Mole!

Mole!

No, no, no!

I’m not a mole!

I’m just.

Jim Lake Junior here to present his theme.

Mole Mania!

Mole Mania is not even a theme!

The people have spoken.

Jim is the winner!

Oh, apparently, Claire’s the queen.

But, yes, Jim wins the challenge!

Mole Mania is the theme, but if I see one drop of mud on my gymnasium floor.

Just dress like normal!

At any rate there has been a sudden departure.

I have heard word that Principal Levit has taken an indefinite leave of absence.

We wish him well.

But he sent an email recommending an interim replacement, which we all support.

Please welcome Principal Strickler!

Yeah!

Whoo-hoo!

What is he doing here?

I thought you said he would be a fool to ever come back.

I’m very glad to be back and excited to get started.

But let it be known, with me in charge, things are going to change.