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You have unlocked the might of the Triumbric Stones.

This proves you're ready to begin the next level of training,

mastering the powers of our rarest elements.

Say the incantation.

- For the Glory of Merlin, Daylight... - No, the other one.

For the Doom of Gunmar, Eclipse is mine to command.

Marvelous. The legend made real.

Merlin's Amulet is a relic of unfathomable power.

It is said, when he forged it, he made it malleable

so each Trollhunter may combat darkness

that even its creator could not foresee.

So, new stones, new power. What else can it do?

Blinkous.

Your "periodic table" is amusing.

Uncovering but a few elements.

But in truth, there are more than you can ever imagine.

We have, in our possession, a few remaining stones

that Trollhunters past have used to unlock their potential.

Stones that will grant swiftness, a glimpse into your enemy's mind,

even the power to walk in daylight.

Um, l think I'm good with that one.

Shalll we see how good you are with the rest?

All right...

This stone was used by Araknak the Agile.

There was no obstacle he could not traverse.

Just make sure you keep your focus.

What? What'd you say, Blink?

Hmm. Perhaps another?

The Aspectus Stone.

Legends of old claim it granted Maddrux the Many

the power to summon the strength of a thousand.

Come on, super strength.

I'm ready.

- Use your legs, Master Jim. - Little help? Little help?

Ooh. Ow.

Perhaps our young Trollhunter is not ready for the power of the gemstones.

We shall revisit this another day, when he is less... distracted.

Yeah, I think I just pulled my everything.

Hey, Jim. How was training?

Oh, you know. Stone, magic, troll...

You wouldn't by chance wanna come to my parents' barbacoa?

Barbecue? Like, hot dogs? Sure.

My mom throws this thing with the teachers union

to drum up support for her re-election.

It's such a drag. It's cool if you don't wanna.

NotEnrique will be gone. It'll just be me there.

- But... - I said I'd love to.

You'll do it? Thank you so much! It starts at noon.

I'll tell them you're coming. Don't be late.

Aw, snap, Jimbo. You know what this means?

You're officially meeting the parents.

- You're being vetted. - Vetted?

Answer me this, has she ever called you her boyfriend?

Uh, not that I can remember.

Because her parents hate you.

- Remember? - I try to forget.

You have a second chance to make a first impression.

- If you win her parents over... - I can be her boyfriend.

Think of it this way, screw this up,

and her parents will never let you see her again.

Holy schnikies! What was that?

I don't know. The Amulet's been on the fritz all morning.

Take it off. It's glowing again.

You better put that bad boy away. Well, I gotta train.

Catch you on the flip side.

- Oh, hey, Draal. - Ah. The mighty Trollhunter.

- You again? - Excuse me, exquisite trolls.

Back already?

Have you seen the fair Claire? I cannot live in a world without her.

- She just left. - Ha-ha!

Then I will let my heart guide me until I win her parents' favor.

Because nothing, nothing is more important than love.

Ahh!

I used to feel like that... once.

Um...

All must be perfect. Skulls. We need more skulls.

Our Underlord is here.

This way, mein Kaiser.

For centuries, we have prepared for your return.

We've even crafted an exact replica of your throne.

Here, sit, sit.

We've sat long enough!

But my hunger...

This place only smells of Impures.

Where is flesh to eat?

Underlord, I have procured a taste of something very special

that should rejuvenate you.

Living Heartstone.

What? How did you acquire it?

Enjoy, mein Kaiser. You will need your strength.

I need more. A taste is not enough.

Of course. The Heartstone itself is within reach.

We shall march on Trollmarket at once.

We should not be so hasty, lest we suffer the same as your reckless son.

You dare speak ill of Bular?

Bular was impulsive.

Why risk taking Trollmarket when it could be handed to you?

I would not listen to the Impure.

Silence! You have my attention, counsel.

Tell me how Trollmarket will fall.

Well, if you ask me, there are three kinds of people in this town.

Those who are good at math and those who aren't.

Mom says you have to make these soy dogs.

Those things... aren't touching my grill.

Not everyone likes chorizo, Papi.

Everyone likes chorizo.

Why don't I smell soy dogs sizzling?

There are guests with allergies we have to please.

Remember, every vote counts.

So, Darling, where is that boy of yours?

First, Mother, he's not my boy. And he should be here any minute.

I hope he's bringing a check for the damage he did to our house.

Come on, you know he's really sorry about that.

There he is. He certainly looks like he's winning over the guests.

Lady Janeth, I don't know what's more exquisite.

Is it your marvelous intellect?

Or is it those beautiful celestial spheres orbiting around a radiant star?

Oh!

I do use a leave-in conditioner.

- Jim, you made it. Thank you. - Claire, my darling.

Your mere presence takes my breath away.

Very funny.

Our love is no joke.

- Um... - Hello, James.

Good to see you again, under better circumstances.

What better circumstances than to support a pillar of the community?

Councilwoman Nuñez, if I may say so,

you are the beating heart of our fair town.

My, my, my. This one might have a future in politics.

I don't know what's more exquisite.

Is it your marvelous intellect?

Oh, no. No, no. Oh, no.

No! Oh, no!

No!

Hello?

It's crazy. There's another me at the barbecue,

and there's weird juju. I'm freaking out, man.

- For you. - Master Jim, how are you?

- There's two of me. - I'm not quite following.

I'm telling you, Blink, there is another me at the party.

Another Master Jim?

Good crackles.

You're certain he's an exact duplicate? Humans do all look alike.

I mean, he looks like me, but are my legs really that skinny?

Why hasn't anyone told me my legs are that skinny?

Well, the Glamour Mask is accounted for,

and you've no secret siblings as far as we know.

Wait. Jim, this morning did you remove the Aspectus Stone from your Amulet?

No, I guess I forgot. Let me just...

Aah!

Ow. It won't come out.

The stone must still be active with your double in play.

Hmm. I'm starting to suspect Maddrux the Many did not use it to grant him

the strength of a thousand, but to summon one thousand of him.

A thousand me's? Two me's are bad enough.

We gotta stop this, Blink. How do I get rid of him?

The legend is murky. This will take time to research.

But of course.

I would cherish a personal tour of the Nuñez manor.

Lead the way.

- I gotta go. - Ah, ah...

Amulet, I am the Trollhunter.

Fix this right now.

Not again.

Trollhunter answers every call.

What? Are you serious? I don't need another me.

Or am I exactly what you need? I'm the best shot you got, boy.

- That's a bidet. - Get down!

- And this is Claire's bedroom. - Ah. This room never ceases to amaze me.

What a weird thing to say, since you've never been in here before.

Maybe we should get back to the party. Every vote counts.

- Every vote does indeed count. - Whoa. That was a close one. Thanks.

This is a huge liability.

Your need to impress Claire has summoned that monstrosity.

Now we have "love-drunk Jim" threatening to expose troll magics to the world.

- Wait. So, you don't like him, either? - Let me break it down for you.

A Trollhunter's greatest mission is to protect our secret.

So no, "skinny legs."

I can contain the threat, you keep the civilians distracted. Can you handle that?

- But how are you gonna get rid of him? - I don't know, better give me the Amulet.

- Hang on. How can I trust you? - Because I am you, big head.

At least, the Trollhunting part of you.

There's no better soldier for the mission.

And you're absolutely not gonna ruin the barbecue and my life?

I've no interest in human affairs.

Uh, I don't know.

Glory!

Glory!

Whoa. I never knew I could look so cool.

S-O-Y. Soy.

Why, I've never tasted anything better.

But is that chorizo I smell?

Because let me be clear, that is way better than soy.

- Duh. - Ah.

I see you have come to your senses. Come here, smart boy.

You, you brute. You cannot bind the human spirit.

What crimes have I committed but from yearnings of the heart?

Unsanctioned use of troll magic, hindering a Trollhunter in his duties

and altogether wussiness.

You will be detained until we determine how to get rid of you.

Rid of me? But, are we not brothers, cut from the same cloth?

Oh, I am nothing like you.

But I am part of Jim too. His love of Claire created me.

Just look how much he needs her.

You're right, he's lost focus. No wonder he needs me.

If he wants to get rid of me, what do you think he'll do to you?

Huh. Hmm.

Cut me free. We can help each other.

Looks like my mission has changed.

Let's talk, Romeo.

Whoops. That wasn't supposed to happen.

Sure nothing's wrong?

You've been acting super weird. Maybe this was a bad idea.

No, it was just my nerves.

But I'm okay now, I promise.

Would you excuse me for a moment?

Hey, how'd it go?

He's gone. Yeah. I returned him to the Amulet.

Really? Great. How'd you do it? Hopefully it wasn't too painful.

- Sorry, but my work's far from done. - No, you're definitely done.

- I say so. I'm the Trollhunter. - Hardly. You created this mess,

distracted by your ridiculous infatuation with Claire. You have forgotten your duty.

You don't deserve the sacred responsibility of the Amulet.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Sorry you feel that way. But hate to break it, you work for me.

I hoped it wouldn't come to this. I'm taking command.

Don't worry, this won't hurt, Troll-weenie.

Oh, no, no, no!

I am the Hunter now.

Are you freaking kidding me?

- Claire, I can explain. - I can explain.

One of you, what is going on?

Claire, I can...

Claire, let me say this, short and sweet, I've decided I cannot see you anymore.

Our relationship is interfering with my duty as...

- This is the worst day of my life! - That's the real Jim.

Claire, I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen, especially not here.

The Amulet, it's malfunctioning and creating other me's.

Or parts of me, I guess.

Which part is he? The jerk part?

He keeps doing that.

Come on. We gotta find him before he ruins the party.

...always laughing and trying to...

Oh... Send me back? I am the hero Trollmarket and Arcadia needs.

If I'm gonna sever all ties, I'll need a strategic diversion.

Those fools can't stop me if they can't find me.

Got ya, you little...

Please don't hurt me. Everything's so scary out here. Strangers.

Pollution in the air. Bears in the woods.

Oh, boy. You are not Hunter Jim.

He made more? Of course he did. Why'd I'd have to be so clever?

Okay, you call for backup.

And keep an eye on Scaredy Jim while I search for the others.

No, no. I'm afraid to be all by myself.

- What up? - Blood magic?

Shh.

Ah, Master Jim.

Blinky! The other Jim clones, it's out of control. Now, they're all...

- Yes, yes, we were expecting this call. - You were?

The real Jim already reached out to us and explained a clone might call.

We had strict instructions to ignore anything he, or rather, you, may say.

- No, wait! I'm the real Jim. - Of course you are.

Now get back in that Amulet, you dirty doppelganger.

Pound it.

And we're on our own.

Yo, yo, yo! Holla! This party is crispy.

Ra!

Yeah! Oh, yeah!

Coach, hey. I've decided I'm your new captain of the wrestling team.

- Tryouts aren't till spring, kid. - No prob. I'll do it now.

- Ra! Backbreaker. - Get off of me!

Scorpion lock.

- Get off of me! That move's not legal! - Oh, yeah.

- Time to tag out, Jim. - Holla! Crispy, yeah!

- In the doghouse already? - Please don't hurt me.

They... They overcharged you on your cable bill?

This world is so cruel. I can't believe it.

There, there. He just cares a lot about utilities.

- I can't believe it.... - Ay-yi-yi.

Hmm.

Music's too loud. I don't want guacamole.

How about we leave, then?

- I don't wanna get up. - Too bad.

Hey, guys, I'm back. I forgot me...

- Booyah! In your face. - You can't use jokers.

- It's so unfair. - Shut up.

Hola, Enrique. ¿Cómo estás? ¿Qué tal?

Uh, I'm not dealing with this.

Oh, ow!

- My back hurts. - I'm starting to get sick of myself.

Pardon, bonita. ¿Dónde está la zapatería?

You're telling me... Wait, where's Hunter Jim?

Arcadia Teachers Union, thank you so very much

for joining me today.

With your votes, I can lead Arcadia to a brighter and safer tomorrow.

You want to be safe?

I'm sorry, what was that?

You have no idea what's out there. You'll need real leadership. A real hero.

Someone who won't waste time with distractions,

like dull chit-chat over cheeseburgers.

You need someone who's not afraid to get his hands dirty.

No, no, no, what is he doing?

Maybe I should run for City Council, I...!

But you can't. Because you're a minor.

It is you. What are you doing?

Severing ties, Claire.

A true Trollhunter can't be concerned with pointless personal connections.

Fine. You wanna break up? Let's do this. But somewhere private.

There are some things to be said that aren't for everyone's ears.

So, what do we have to do to end...?

You couldn't leave it alone, could you? You've left me no choice. Glory!

Claire Maria Nuñez.

But I...! Coming.

Oh!

You should've allowed me to be the Trollhunter, Lake.

But now, you'll be nothing.

We both know what's coming. Why you need me.

If those blood goblins got out, maybe Gunmar did too! Maybe you let him out!

No, that's impossible.

Enjoy your stay in the Amulet with all the other weak parts of you.

Guess what? I can use it too.

I'm untouchable!

Get back up and face me!

Ha! Not even close to a fair fight.

You're right, it's not.

What? No! You traitors!

- You got sacked, yo. - No, he's too strong. He'll kill us.

- I just wanna make things right. - I don't like your face.

¡Adiós, Zapatero!

Why are you helping him?

'Cause they realized the same thing I did. We're all stronger as one. Even with you.

Lake! You can't get rid of me. I'm a part of you.

There will come a time you'll realize you can't balance both worlds

and you'll have to choose, then... then you'll see I was right.

Well, that's gonna require

- about ten years of therapy. - You were great. Most of you.

- Claire? - We need to talk about Jim!

They'll come around. They just need to meet the real you.

But super-realz, um, you should go.

- They wanna kill me, don't they? - Don't worry.

I never expected them to like my boyfriend.

- Boyfriend? - Claire!

Go.

Boyfriend.

Holla!

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