Disenchantment

Hey!

- Welcome, friends. -

Ah, they're still here.

What, no hug?

I'm waiting.

Come on, Bean. Who can resist a creepy mom hug?

Shut up, Luci.

Oh, Bean! I've missed you!

Well, I'm not gonna miss you, Mom.

Is this the mother you're always talking about?

She's not an ugly, evil bitch. But she is sluttier than I imagined.

Oh. Hello, Elfo. Last time I saw you, you were a lot more dead.

We can't have that moonhole.

Moon.

- Moon. - Silence!

Seal team six, seal the hole!

Too slow.

What are you doing here, Mom? Why can't you just leave me alone?

Is your life so awful you have to keep wrecking mine?

I just saved you, dear.

Now, would you like me to answer those other questions

or did you just need to get it out of your system?

You know what? Forget it. I just want to get out of here.

Darling, nothing's keeping you.

Yeah, nothing except your freaky little molemen.

We're not freaky little molemen. We're beautiful, bug-eyed Trøgs.

Trøgs, the "o" has a slash through it.

Those are molemen.

How ya doin'?

'Sup, tater dude?

Let her go. You're free to leave anytime you want.

I want now. Uh, let's do now.

Ow!

Remember, darling, if you show your face in Dreamland…

…they'll kill you.

And you'll never find your way out without my help.

Sorry about the echo.

I know it's creepy.

Welcome back, friends.

- - That's for calling me "tater dude."

Who's gonna be accused of being a witch next, Daddy?

I'm thinking the lady next door who has that little chihuahua.

- The one that never stops barking? - That's the one, son. That's the one.

An excellent spectacle, Your Majesty. You were a model of regal barbarism.

Two scoops of melted ice cream for you tonight.

I can't believe I killed my big sister.

Yeesh, I haven't seen him this upset since we burned his birthday clown.

Being king is hard.

- I need some advice. - We're your advisors.

- No, I want to talk to my father. - I wouldn't advise that.

Hey, what's Derek doin' down there with Odval, huh?

And the Archdruidess? And my crown? Something's goin' on.

Like any two numbers, this don't add up.

My wound.

Settle an argument, Pendergast.

I say we murder Zøg now,

but Odval here thinks he's about to die on his own.

You're a bloodthirsty bastard. What do you say?

I'm no decision-maker, I'm an action-taker.

And a pudding-maker. I make wonderful pudding.

Shush. Let's see how he's doing.

I'm dyin' over here.

Ugh! The royal blob's still alive.

Oh, I wanted to gloat directly over our victim's corpse.

- There's nothing more satisfying. - Or arousing.

No worries. From the sound of it, he'll soon be as dead as his daughter.

- What? You… - See? There's his death-mutter.

You'll rue the day you messed with my daughter…

I don't have time for muttering. Hand me a murder stick.

Now, now. We mustn't risk our immortal souls by killing him.

Souls?

- But you're the leader of the church. - Church, shmurch.

For a dying man, he's making a lot of noise.

I wonder if he's recovering.

Oh, dear. The people mustn't see that or they'll restore him to the throne.

Pendergast, stay here and make sure Zøg never leaves this room.

- Can I order in? - You'll have to.

And if he tries to leave,

- hack him into little pieces. -

Ladies and whatevers,

thank you all for attending this mandatory midnight supper.

I can hear someone eating. Yeah.

No, you. Just put the spork down.

- - Thank you.

Let's give a big Trøgtown welcome to our... I can still hear it!

Let's give a big Trøgtown welcome to our guest of honor,

my beautiful daughter, Princess Tiabeanie!

- And… - And two little nobodies.

And now that we are finally reunited as queen and princess,

the last of the prophets and the fulfillment of the prophecy,

my greatest desire is to put that all aside.

What?

And focus on what's most important, the reunion of mother and child.

Bean, I've missed you so much.

Aw…

- I know we've had our differences. - We tried to kill each other.

But now is the time to put the future aside and make up for the past.

I rescued you for a reason. And it has everything to do with what's in here.

Her thorax.

We have time now. World domination can wait. Here's to love!

Wow, Mom, I don't know if you mean any of that,

but I'll toast to you not trying to screw that crown on my head.

- Oh, that old thing. -

Nothing like being burned at the stake to work up an appetite.

- - No, no, no. Here, in Trøgtown,

your kind gets table scraps.

You realize I'm not a talking cat, right? I'm a talking demon.

Oh, we know. We live one floor up from Hell.

You guys are terrible neighbors and you cook all that smelly cabbage.

Those are children!

Mind if I squeeze in?

Oh, sorry, there's not a ton of…

- - Oh, okay.

Ooh, look at you. You're not like the other guys.

Your giant head-holes are relatively tiny.

Finally. Someone gets it.

Yeah, um, that's kinda what I was going for.

Hi, I'm Trixy.

Hi, there, Trixy. The name's O. Elf-o.

I've never gotten such attention from women.

I don't know how to handle it.

Oh, wow.

- What is all this stuff? - Anchovies with vinegar and mustard.

Salty, sour and slimy? It's like the holy trinity of savory!

Mmm!

- Um, don't you guys eat? - Oh, we have our own special diet.

Cave juice.

- Cave juice? - Mmm.

Got it. Okay. Glad we cleared that up.

Freak.

Freak.

Sire? I don't know if you can hear me, and there's a ton of blood in your ears,

but, uh, I just wanted to say, I never knew my father

because he died serving your father

in that battle over the canal we don't use anymore.

But I always had you to look up to.

And when you pushed me into battle, I went. Not because you're my king,

but because I knew you'd be right there fighting behind me.

Remember when we had a victory dinner after that battle,

and you went into a drunken rage and you gouged my eyeball out?

Fun fact, people thought it was a fork you threw,

but it was actually a spoon that you threw so hard, at such a velocity,

that it just…

…melon scooped my eye right outta there.

Down to the bone, sir. Impressive. You are a true warrior.

And no matter what people say, sire, I know you're a good man.

- What happened to your appetite? - I'm allergic to pandering.

I remember you used to eat

everything in sight with those teeth.

Like a manic little beaver-girl!

I get it, you have perfect teeth. Why are you doing this?

To make you happy. Trust me, I'm not playing mind games with you.

This from the woman who invaded your dreams?

Luci, sweetness, you haven't finished your rat bones.

Ow!

You've had a long day at the stake. Shall we retire?

- It's getting dark. - How can you tell?

Well, Trøgs are creatures of habit. They know when it's time to sleep.

And when it's time to do the goddamn dishes!

Just promise you'll think about giving me another chance.

I need to go to bed now. Which rock do I sleep on?

And no invading my dreams this time.

Of course not. I know you like to be alone

with your underwater sex fantasies.

How dare you? Also, I have no idea what you're even talking about.

Good night, dear. Yugo will get you ready for bed.

- This way to the cave inn. -

- That sounds dangerous. - No, "inn" as in "hotel."

- Oh, so it's safe? - No, there's a lot of cave-ins.

Bean, how can you be sleepy at a time like this?

- I'm not. I'm angry. - Hmm.

Sometimes, when I'm angry, I get tired, too.

You know what? You're making me tired.

Go walk with Yugo. I gotta figure this out.

- Aw. - If there's one thing I've learned,

it's that when you're stuck in a cave with your psycho mom,

the best thing to do is play along.

I've gotta go undercover as her loving daughter.

Just be careful. Don't let her mess with your head.

Oh, my gosh! It's exactly like my bedroom from when I was little.

What are these frilly dresses doing in my liquor cabinet?

You two, this way to the sleep chambers.

- Hold hands. -

Good night, Bean.

Oh, we have these in Hell. They're called crypts.

Man, these Trøgs are spooky, but this cold, hard sleep nook seems cozy enough.

- Hi, Elfo. - Hi, Trixy. I mean, what the hell?