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Hey.

Are you okay?

Hello!

Nomura!

Did I scare you, Trollhunter?

What are you doing here?

Gunmar had to punish someone for his son's death.

Hoping to escape, are we?

What's the boy-hero's plan?

Dig through solid rock, cut down the hundred guards, and then what?

We're still in the Darklands. There is no escape.

My friends will come for me.

Aw.

I'm sure they miss you, but Killahead is gone, destroyed.

Even if they were able to put the pieces back together,

they don't have you to open it.

And yet you still scrape.

Scrape, scrape, hero-boy.

I will get out and I will get home. You'll see.

I'll see you die, Trollhunter, just like everything else in here.

Oh.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Nope, not him.

We've been on stakeout forever.

Do we even know who we're looking for?

It appears Strickler corresponded with a German named Otto Scaarbach.

That's his name? Might as well call him "Mr. Evil Man."

How do you even know he's gonna be here?

- I Interneted him. - "Interneted."

Silence, you impudent runt!

I Interneted him as Strickler, asking to meet.

But when he discovers he's been stood up, he'll lead us back to the Janus Order.

If anyone's hungry, I got peanut brittle, popcorn,

marshmallow goop, and 16 flavors of bubble gum.

- We get it, Tobes. - Mm-mm.

You just got your braces off.

Oh, did you notice?

I think I see Mr. Evil Man.

Ah, aha.

Ah.

That's gotta be him!

Slip out quietly. One false move and we might spook him.

Right, follow him back to the Janus Order. Piece of cake. Let's go!

Huh?

- Shh, Toby. - Sorry.

Huh?

We can't lose him. You drive, Blink. Toby and I'll follow on foot.

Driving! What a pleasure!

There he is!

- Lost him! - Look!

Look! Over there!

What?

Quick, hide.

Huh?

- You think he saw us? - Ugh.

New plan. Capture him and we'll make him talk.

Ha!

Yeah! Gotcha, Mr. Evil Man.

Thought you could escape Tobias

and his awesome power of the mighty Warhammer?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Ah! Ow!

- Toby, are you okay? - Go on without me. I'll be fine.

T.P.'s down.

But I've got Otto heading into the alley between Meadowlark and Main.

We're on Main. Heading into the alley. Let's box him in.

Gotcha, Mr. Evil Man!

What?

Where'd he go? We had him.

Oh. This was our one shot.

- I think I broke my jaw! - Great Gorgus!

Did we lose him? He's gone?

And, I fear, so have our chances of finding the Janus Order,

and with them, the antidote for Aaarrrgghh!!!

You have become my greatest customer, Toby.

You are putting my children through private school.

Because of that, I will give you honesty.

Simple braces can only do so much.

There comes a point when we dental professionals

must call in the heavy artillery.

Show me.

- You will not like it. - I can handle it.

Oh!

Oh, it's ugly.

It's like a car accident. I can't look!

You can hardly notice it.

Claire, I look like somebody tried to build a cyborg, but then gave up.

When finding X,

sometimes one must explore all algebraic roads

until a solution presents itself.

Falling into a deep, deep sleep...

What?

Her tone seemed out of touch with today's youth...

- Hey, you mind keeping it down? - I wasn't saying anything, robo-nerd.

You're listening to the 24-hour bluegrass...

Oh, no. This can't be happening.

He scores!

Are you ready to rock?

♪ I say, yeah, this place is ready to blow Fight, fight ♪

♪ Put your money where your mouth is Hear you talkin', bro ♪

♪ You gonna do something about it? ♪

Mr. Domzalski!

If you must cause a disruption, then go disrupt the principal!

Sorry, my bad!

More machine than man.

He scores!

Butt-snack.

I'm not crazy, Dumb-zalski! I know what I saw.

Weird stuff.

The cops, they arrested me.

You and Lake are hiding something.

Admit it. I went back to the woods,

but I couldn't find the spot.

I can't hear you! Stop! Ah!

What is wrong with you?

Freak!

Soft jazz!

Thank you! Much better!

I need Claire.

Must be your headgear. It's picking up local radio waves.

Already got that! But how do we make it stop?

Ooh! Papa Skull! I love this song!

What?

- This is why you're too busy for me, Toby? - No.

'Cause you're getting busy with Claire's ear?

- What? - No.

This isn't what it looks like!

Really? Oh!

No, Darci.

No, Darci!

My face!

Janus Initiative.

Where two faces meet.

Nineteen. Seventy-six.

- What is it? - Thirty- five, 11.

I think Blinky is gonna wanna hear this for himself.

Janus Initiative. Janus Initiative.

I think fairy tales are a way for us

to understand the world, and...

Anything yet?

Ooh. Wait.

- Thirty-five. - Thirty-five.

- Eleven. - Eleven.

- Janus Initiative. Nineteen. - Janus Initiative.

Great Gronka Morka!

Tobias, I believe your headgear is picking up the secret transmissions

of the Janus Order!

Awesome-sauce!

- Where two faces meet. - Where two faces meet.

- It could be a secret combination. - Or lead us to a passage in a book.

- It's coordinates! - Or an unbreakable cipher.

- Or be a lottery ticket. - Or coordinates!

I don't think they're lottery numbers, Claire.

Oh, for Pete's sake, they're coordinates that lead to someplace here in Arcadia!

The coordinates lead to this precise location.

Travel agency?

These places still exist?

It's locked.

Locks are me specialty.

Keep quiet.

Scour the room. Look here, here, here and here.

This place might hold a clue to the location of the Janus Order.

Got a keen eye for these things.

The secret lever is behind this one.

Or this one.

- This one? - Again with that thing?

- My head won't fit with this thing on. - I'm not sticking my head in there.

- Please? - This one? No.

Listen to me, hero.

They're coming for you. Take this. It might save your life.

Oh!

- Oh, it reeks! - Be grateful I enjoy your company.

It was a cave and it was dark. Happy?

Last Nougat Nummy.

Oh.

Uh, someone gonna pick that up?

- Uh, salutations. - Welcome to Omni Reach Travel.

Where would you like to go?

Where would you like to go?

Where two faces meet?

Oh!

I didn't do it.

What are we gonna do? We gotta get outta here!

It's too late to turn back now.

We must face what's before us with courage and, beyond all else, a warrior's dignity.

Welcome to the Janus Order.

Quiet!

The Janus Order.

This must be one of their bases of operations.

By Gorgus, we were seeking a trail of breadcrumbs

and wandered straight into the baker's oven!

I got a bad feelin' about this.

We will have to improvise. The antidote must be in this building.

We're in the den of spies, so try to walk lightly. Now fan out.

Find the antidote and try not to get killed.

All clear.

All these faces and no one suspects they're walking amongst us.

Whatever you do, don't touch anything.

Don't worry, I... Oh!

Stupid thing!

So soft.

Their members must be paying some serious dues.

Uh-oh.

Uh...

Claire?

A little help?

You're right, Don Carlos.

The Janus Order deserves a bigger banner than this toilet paper.

All hail Gunmar!

I don't recognize you two. What command post are you from?

Uh...

Tapachula, Mexico.

Si!

You must be the new transfer, Esmeralda!

Si, I am she.

Esmeralda! Oh! This is a huge honor!

You were the one who destroyed the dam

and killed hundreds of fleshbags to protect our base!

Ugh. That was a crazy day.

- Not gonna lie, they had it coming. - Yeah.

Adios, muchachos.

You're late for your orientation. I'll take you there now.

Our eternal night is coming!

Our freedom is at hand!

We will march from this wretched place

and reclaim the world from man!

For centuries, they have forgotten what it means to be afraid.

We will make them remember!

My son was to free us from the Darklands.

But someone took him from me.

The Trollhunter, our greatest enemy, will take my son's place.

I will break his armor, then remake him with my Decimaar blade.

He will be our dark champion!

Let us test your mettle.

See if that little shell shatters.

Summon the Nyarlagroth!

- Perdón. - Sorry, sorry. Excuse me.

- Ow! - Sorry.

- Excuse me. - Orientation, am I right?

Our time is nearly at hand.

When Gunmar returns, we will be his army.

As our brothers and sisters consolidate power around the world,

remember, this isn't just about Gunmar.

This is about something bigger.

Serving the will of our Lady Creator,

she for whom all this is being...

Code Red. Code Red. Intruders in the Janus Order.

- Intruders in the Janus Order. - Claire, we gotta go.

And, oh, we have

- the Skullcrusher's heir. - Adios!

Bular.

Hurry! Quick!

Any time you wanna Shadow Zap us home is fine by me.

- Sooner rather than later! - We're not leaving without our friends.

Stop them!

Oh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!

The intruders are in Wing B.

Oh, my gosh!

If I can't eat 'em, may as well not go to waste.

Oh!

Mama!

Psst!

Where'd they go? You see 'em? Check the next level!

Thank heavens you're here.

Blinky? NotEnrique? What's going on?

Ah!

_

Tie them up with the others. I want to have a little chat.

Oh! I hate those things.

Uh...

His will weakens. His shell begins to shatter.

No!

They're gonna torture us, aren't they?

Good thing I have four hands.

Almost. Almost!

Almost.

My deepest apologies.

You must understand our irrational fears

when discovering intruders crashing our private party.

You did not get an invitation.

Oh, come on, man, I ain't with them.

I was playin' both sides. You can untie me. We're on the same s...

Silence!

You have an abnormally large mouth for such a tiny changeling.

Do not doubt my intelligence, imp! We never expected much from you.

You're not like the others, are you?

You changed into NotEnrique.

Yes.

I am a changeling polymorph. I can take the form of anyone.

Oh.

One of the perks of being the Grand Commandant.

I don't care who you are!

You can torture us all you want! We're not talking!

I'll talk! Don't listen to her!

I have loose lips! I'm a chatty-fatty!

Don't judge! I'm the one in the torture chair!

So much noise.

Now, let us discuss what we should do with you.

Dude, I said I'll talk! Stop being creepy with your record player!

Oh.

Ah!

Uh...

A change in plans.

The Janus Order would like to propose a trade.

A trade for what, Mr. Evil Man?

The antidote for Creeper's Sun.

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but your stone friend, Aaarrrgghh!!!, needs this.

What's the catch?

Such the clever one.

For the life of your friend, we wish only Vendel's walking staff.

But his staff is sacred, forged from the center of our Heartstone.

And therefore exceptionally rare.

Aaarrrgghh!!!'s life for the staff.

Consider it a one-time offer.

We'll consider! We'll consider! I've already been to the dentist!

I can't take it anymore!

Torture? This is just to take your headgear off.

We can't have you listening in on our secrets anymore, can we?

Thank you.

Oh, no!

The fruit.

Ugh! This smells worse than Toby's gym socks. This better work.

Ugh!

Cimmerian fruit? From where? Someone helped him.

Mmm.

Nomura.

Oh, no!

Oh!

How did he know?

You can't break me, Gunmar!

You're only making me stronger!

Take him away!

Congratulations. You're alive.

- And your armor intact. - Yeah.

Thanks for the stinky fruit. I owe you one.

What the...?

"K-I-C"? "Keep It Crispy."

They're coming. They're coming! They're com...

They're coming.

Nomura, my friends are coming.

Hope is good, Trollhunter.

Even in the Darklands.

When the Trollhunter sets foot in the arena again,

it will be for the last time.

I will watch his next opponent vanquish him.

And then he will be mine!

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