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He knows where our hideout is!
- We can't let him get back to Gunmar! - He's heading toward Arbor Street.
- Tell me you put up signs there. - I thought you did.
Better make this quick before the neighborhood finds out.
I got it.
Wait, don't use your-
Hey! Shut that thing off!
Oh, no.
- You okay? - Don't slow down for me.
Ha-ha!
Eat my geomancy, Gumm-Gumm swine!
Uh, Blinky, you've got the wrong sign!
What's going on out here? Huh?
What the...?
If only Arcadia knew your mom's campaign was actually keeping them safe.
The signs are no real defense, Master Jim. Merely a Gumm-Gumm deterrent.
Judging from tonight,
I don't know how much longer your sleepy little town will be safe.
That Gumm-Gumm, you think he was once one of you?
Hmm. Gunmar turn friends. Sad.
We can't think that way, guys.
He saw where we were hiding the trolls. He would've told Gunmar.
And since he's taken the Heartstone,
he has only grown stronger, making his defeat even more difficult,
if not impossible.
For weeks, Gunmar's been sending his minions to do his dirty work.
Why doesn't he come up himself? What's he waiting for?
Sadly, that is the question Arcadia's fate hangs upon.
What is Gunmar plotting next?
Well, this stalemate is torture.
I don't know how many more of these late night study sessions I have in me.
Hmm.
- Hey! You look just like a Gumm-Gumm. - Yes.
- No. Too risky. You can't spy on Gunmar. - We lost you once, old friend.
We cannot lose you again.
Gunmar strong! Do nothing, Gunmar grow stronger!
My choice!
It would be a waste of a hulking brute.
You get in, you get out. No unnecessary risks.
Mm. Wingman.
There's our cue. We shall head back to our refuge. Will you be joining?
Go on. I wanna enjoy the sunrise while we still have 'em.
Oh, hey, hon!
Uh... Mom? What are you doing home? Aren't you supposed to be at work?
- Oh, gosh. I must've lost track of time. - Are you painting?
Well, if you can call it that.
Come on, don't sell yourself short. I'm sure-
- Whoa! Whoa! No, no, no, no, no. - Is it that bad?
No, no. It's-It's, uh... It's-It's thought-provoking.
I don't know what came over me.
I had this vivid dream last night
and woke up with the urge to express myself.
So, I'm painting.
You- You dreamed this?
Better get going. I can drive you to school
- on my way to the hospital. - Actually, I promised Claire I'd walk her.
I was just on my way.
Oh. And they say chivalry is dead.
- Oh, no. - Her memory's coming back?
I wonder if she remembers her epic romance with Strickler.
Ugh. I don't even want her to know he's back.
Claire, I told you not to use your Shadow Staff.
You've had that cold since you opened that giant portal.
It's just a cold.
I've survived the Darklands. A little cold won't-
Maybe I'll take a little break.
Get that thing off of my lawn!
Uh, it's okay, sir. I'm Councilwoman Nuñez's daughter.
She wants support to keep the neighborhood crime-free.
If you don't get that sign out of here, the crime rate's about to go up!
Geez, mister! It's just a sign. Everyone else has got one.
I am running against her!
- Hammes is my name! - Gotta go!
- Let's cheese it. - Let's go!
Sorry you're gonna lose!
- Why, I oughta-! - Ahh! Time to go!
- Come back here, you... - ¡Hasta luego!
I will chew you up and spit you out!
- Report. - Our scouts never returned.
Instead of seeking the hole the traitors cower in,
we should storm the surface and seize the humans' weaponry.
Use it against them.
They have explosives that level cities, ripe for the taking.
And then what? We're only as strong as the night lasts.
Every dawn will decimate our forces, giving the humans the advantage.
But that will change when we bring forth the Eternal Night.
Dictatious, has she spoken to you?
Of course! Just last night, the Pale Lady gave me a vision
of the human Trollhunter dead at your feet.
And?
And... your allies mourned him from inside your stomach
because you ate them.
This tells me nothing!
The Eldritch Queen swore I would usher in the Eternal Night,
but she never told me how.
I found my strength, regained my army. She speaks through you.
- So, tell me. - Gunmar.
Perhaps she will tell you when the time is right.
No! Please!
Leave.
Oh...
Thank you for your timely intervention. As of late, the Pale Lady-
Ugh! "The Pale Lady." "The Eldritch Queen."
Why don't you just call her by her real name?
- Morga- - No! Her name is cursed!
Oh, save it! She and your visions are a farce!
How dare you say her words are a lie!
What words? I've never heard a whisper from that phonograph,
and neither have you.
Oh. If you know, then why did you defend me?
We all want Gunmar to take the world back,
but he is waiting on a superstition to guide him, when it should be us.
You want to work together?
"Want" is overstating it. If we don't, it'll be our heads!
Ugh!
Ugh! Okay, Nuñez, that time I was not out of the blast radius.
- Sorry. - You need to take the night off.
Not happening.
It's my turn for night watch, and no one needs to carry my-
- Oh, my goodness. That's so gross. - You're working way too hard.
Remember, life's a balance.
- Ugh! - T.P., over here!
- Hey, G.F. - Hey, um...
Oh! Uh...
- Uh... Um... - Uh...
Okay, okay.
Look at the hot sauce that showed up on our front door, C-Bomb.
He's from Arcadia Oaks Academy.
Hmm.
Is that Big D?
"C-Bomb," is it?
Consider me blown away, because you are nuclear.
So, uh...
what brings you to our humble school?
And what'll it take to send you back?
The Battle of the Bands is coming up. Ash Dispersal Pattern,
that's my band, will be crushing it,
but we're encouraging others to give it a shot.
Didn't you open up for Papa Skull at the Boxtop? You were sick!
Well, it looks like I'm not the only one.
Claire, we should enter.
We could be a cover band. Call ourselves... Oh, oh!
Mama Skull!
I don't know. You know, really?
Mama Skull? I don't know, I don't know. I mean, it's the end of the school year,
and we're already pretty booked up with all those after-school activities.
Actually, a friend of mine told me I needed more balance.
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