Mighty Magiswords

- At Ralphio's House of Swords! - Shopping spree!

You're 200 jemms short, you know!

Your doopy Oogly Googly Eye Magisword

is no match for my Rubber Spiky Magisword!

Oh, yeah?

Well, "eye" beg to see your point.

Sorry, sis, but your boinky-boinky sword

couldn't even harm a teeny tiny fly.

Poor Bibby! He's gone all blue!

Goochy goochy goo.

Hey, hey, hey! Off of the merchandise!

Sorry.

Oh, it's Papa Kotassian.

I didn't know you shopped at Mount Ma'al.

Getting a little something for the majesty, I suppose? What? No!

I've been trying to get hold of you two monkeys all day.

There's big trouble in Little Kotassium.

Trouble? Who's eating the muffin king now?

Not us. We've solemnly sworn off muffins.

This is a cupcake, I swear!

It's not the king that's being eaten.

It's the whole kingdom, kit and caboodle!

All our houses are being eaten

by two huge, nasty, savage Trollblins.

Oh, Trollblins!

Remember the time we helped some build a skating rink, Prohyas?

Yeah, my booticus is still sore from falling down all day,

but not as sore as from that last time

we fought some wild Trollblins.

Warrior huddle.

What's the matter, Prohyas?

Afraid of being sat upon again?

One, I'm not a chair,

and I need everyone to respect that.

Two, the last time we dealt with the Kotassians,

they tried to noogie you into oblivion.

Those guys are weirdos.

Maybe I can help you change your mind. Hmm?

Ooh! Imagine all the Magiswords you could buy

selling off that thing.

We'll do it.

Soon!

In the half-destroyed village of... Kota!

My roof!

Ninja gasp. Ninja flee.

Aah! Who could've known

our vegetable homes were so highly edible?

Hm?

Boulder Magisword!

Boomerang Magisword!

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Ahh, there's no better way to spend a Sunday afternoon

than watching enemies of the throne get pulverized.

That's right, Papa K!

Eat sphere, you filthy beast!

Boulder-dash.

Electric Eel Magisword!

Lobster Claw Magisword!

Hey, watch the scarf! You'll reveal my tan line.

Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew!

All right, no more Mrs. Ice Warrior.

Snowball Magisword!

Get beat by the sleet of defeat!

Eh, rhyming. Yech!

Huh? Out of ice already?

Danke!

Eh?

What's with these guys?

They just eat everything we throw at...

Golly gee, at least my house was spared.

Mwah!

No man turns me into a snowman!

Microwave Magisword!

Come on. Defrost, defrost!

I don't want to set the clock. I want to defrost.

Eggplant Parmesan?

Pumpkin pie?

I can hardly reheat pizza rolls with that thing.

Thigh hair? Thigh hair?!

Give it back. Give.

Look, we can split the sword!

I'll just take it on alternating Thursdays and... Aah!

Whoa! Have some chill, little man.

What some what?

Dude, like, we wouldn't hurt a living soul.

Wait, so you don't realize

that you've been terrorizing a town this whole time?

I can believe it.

What? Who said that?

Did you say that?

Nah, I thought you said that, dude.

- Dude! - Dude!

- Dude! - Dude!

- Dude! - Dude!

- Dude! - Dude!

Microphone Magisword!

Dude, look down below!

Oh, sorry for the scare earlier, little dude.

Aah! My tan line!

We Trollblins can be a pretty rowdy bunch when we're hungry.

How can we make it up to these little dudes, you know?

Even out our karma and all that?

Uh, we could...

Apologize to the Kotassians, leave this area,

and never be heard of ever again?

Invite them to a righteous picnic!

- Whoo! - Really?

Well, all that battling made me hungry.

Besides, they seem like all right fellers.

Oh, and here's your cooking doohickey back.

Albeit slightly oafish fellers.

Sharing with our neighbors is the least we could do.

Yep, mi vegetable patch es su vegetable patch.

Vegetable pa... Oh, dear.

I think these fellows are too big to know they're in a town.

I think perhaps they can't even see the Kotassians.

Ah, this looks like a nice clear spot.

Aah! The end is nigh!

Nice warm doom is upon us.

You know, I think you may be right.

- You two! - Ow, ow, ow!

What the Kotassian are you two doing?!

I hired you two buffoons to exterminate those Trollblins

for my own entertain...

The betterment of my kingdom!

Now get back to the sword and savagery

or you can kiss that golden statue goodbye!

Come along, Prohyas.

Let us go settle this matter with words.

Words?! You can't break any bones with those!

Um, excuse me, fine gents, but you may not be aware

that what you have in your possession is in fact...

Huh? There's that voice again.

Dude, I think it's your stomach. Try eating.

Tchyaw.

Och.

Tomato Magisword!

Dude, that's the gnarliest tomato I've ever eaten.

There's plenty more where that came from.

All the food-related Magiswords!

Feast your face, Trollblins.

Good going, sis.

Now that we've fulfilled their appetite,

it ought to be a cinch to get their full attention.

As I was trying to say earlier...

I don't think they chewed.