"I think I just broke my butt." "Were this an actual battle, Trollhunter... you would have just been deprived of your right leg, three fingers... and your gronk-nuks." "Sorry, I guess I'm just a little distracted tonight." "Bular will use your distraction as an opportunity... to cleave your head from your shoulders." " Oh." " What has you distracted this night?" "You wouldn't understand." "I am a son of the former Trollhunter, Trollhunter." "I'm a little preoccupied about kissing Claire." "I don't understand." "The school play, Romeo and Juliet." "We're rehearsing the kissing scene and I have to kiss her tomorrow." "Kissing?" "What is this kissing?" "When two people like each other, they put their mouths together." "And depending on how much you like them, the longer the kiss." "Sometimes for hours." "Disgusting." "Killing sounds easier." "Draal, I really like her." "If I blow our first kiss, I might not get a second, or a third." "You're afraid." "I know, I know." "The first rule, "Always be afraid." But that's with Trolls, not girls." "Girls are, like, the opposite of Trolls." "I once had similar stirrings for an Impure." "I know of something that may help." "If these "girls" require you not to be afraid... then you need a Grit-Shaka." "Is that a protein shake?" "A Grit-Shaka is a totem used by the Gumm-Gumms." "If you wear it, it banishes all cowardice... makes you fierce and ready for battle." "Hmm..." "You wouldn't happen to have one of these, would you?" "Hmm..." "Que precioso." "Boo!" "Si­, guapo." "Hello." "This is Councilwoman Nunez." "What's that?" "It's just..." "We are meeting today to activate the Eyestone." "You mean, we're gonna finally be able to talk to the big honcho?" "Oh, I can't." "Your prize pupil did a number on me new home and now I can't leave the house." "You've been exposed!" "What was I supposed to do?" "The fleshbags used a Gaggletack on me!" "Bular will be upset." "This could be a good thing!" "They think I'm helping them." " I've learned things." " Like?" "Yes, I'll be happy to go." "Mr. Six-Eyes and Big Scary Name..." "Blinky and Aaarrrgghh." "Yeah." "The big one don't talk much... but the smart one's certainly taken to the boy." "You should've seen how he stood up for him against the old goat man." "Mr. Trollmarket." "Vendel?" "Wait, you've been to Trollmarket?" "They take me all the time now." "From now on, you report only to me." "Perhaps there are some things Bular doesn't need to know." "Go ahead and do that." "Enjoy your day." "Who is a lovely adorable baby?" "Wish they could stay that age forever, right?" "Mr. Strickler's out today, so I'm subbing." "He asked me to fill in to teach you some history." "So without further ado, I present Gun Robot 3!" "Gun Robot 3." "So, today's the big day." "El smoocho, doth yonder." "Got any breath mints?" "I got sweaty palms." "What if I do it weird?" "What if I can't breathe?" "Look at her." "Look at her!" "How can she be so calm?" "Don't act coy, C-Bomb." "I know it's all you're thinking about." "It's just acting, Mare." "Nothing more." "Nothing more than a little of this." "Mary!" "What you two need is a little chemistry lesson." "Chemistry?" "Wait, Mary, don't!" "Coach Lawrence?" "Jim took my seat." "Lake, give her back her seat." "Look out!" "Left flank!" "Hey!" "Weirdo." "Gun Robot right around the side!" "We're losing men too fast!" "I'm by myself." "Talk to her!" "You're more than a hired gun, Gun Robot." "You're also my friend." "I am just Gun Robot." "So... this is awkward, right?" "Stage kiss." "And they say comedy is hard." "I know, right?" "Can you believe it?" "It's like the whole school is suddenly interested in our play." "Full disclosure, Toby even gave me breath mints!" "Whoa!" "Hey, Mary!" "You got a date for the play?" "You do now." "I'm in the play, you dork." "Don't gross me out." "Noted." "You shot me!" "These things are like bear traps." "Whoa, you opened your locker on the first try!" "Tobes, it's the Grit-Shaka." "That thing has a name?" "It's like a courage totem." "Draal gave it to me for the kissing scene today... and, oh, man, Tobes!" "You should've heard me with her in class!" "I was killing it!" "Wait, wait, wait." "I'm sorry." "Time out, time out." "Draal, our Draal, is helping you with chicks?" "It's supposed to make you brave, but, man, I am feeling really good!" "It makes me feel like I can do anything." "Wow." "It made you cool." "Huh." "I'm not just cool, Tobes." "I'm crispy." " High-five!" " Whatever." "Crispy?" "So, what's the special, Judy?" "Besides that lovely smile on your face." "Chicken Surprise." "Chicken Surprise?" "No one orders that." " It's like a death sentence!" " Bring on the surprise!" "Make it two?" "I feel horrible." "Whoo!" "I feel cleansed!" "What should I do now?" "Oh, no!" "Everything hurts." "And that is how you solve for "x."" "Well, I admire your gusto, Mr. Lake... but that is not remotely correct." "And this isn't your class." "Ms. Janeth, she is not married, no?" "This is the Teacher's Lounge, Senor Lake." " Students are forbidden." " Which is exactly why I'm here." "Testing limits, breaking rules, plus... ah... best java in school." "Thing is, I don't even like coffee." "Hasta luego!" "Hey, Claire, have you seen Jim?" "I kinda lost track of him." "Yeah, what's going on?" "Everyone's talking about him." "He's been all over school making a spectacle of himself." "Hey, everybody, Jimmy Lake here." "Just a quick reminder for everybody to keep it crispy." "Also, I taught myself bass guitar in the band room." "This one goes out to my Juliet." "When our lips meet, fireworks!" "How'd you get in here?" "Give me that thing!" "You can't stop the passion, man!" "You can only fuel the fire!" "Yeah?" "Watch me!" "This is bad." "We've been waiting." "Are we quite ready?" "Then let's party." "The Eyestone!" "The last piece, it is complete." "It doesn't work." "Bular, patience." "Son!" "Father." "His voice is so scary." "Father, your release from exile will soon be at hand..." "Your dark excellence." "I am humbly in your service." "Killahead is nearly complete and you soon will be free." "This pleases me, Stricklander." "You have done well." "You hum..." "Father, the mantle of Trollhunter has fallen to a human." "And this Impure has ordered me not to harm the boy..." "Your Excellence, killing a human child will bring too much scrutiny down upon us." "And he has forbidden me to take the Amulet from him." "Lord Gunmar, until the Bridge is complete, it is ill-advised to..." "Enough!" "You make my exile even all the more intolerable for your bickering." "Stricklander is correct." "Nothing is more important than preventing our plan from being discovered by our enemies." "But from now on, my son will be giving the orders." "I will speak with my son, alone." "Now!" "As you wish, Your Greatness." "What has become of Stricklander?" "He appears to have grown soft." "In his human guise, he has become the boy's teacher." "I believe he has affection for the child." "You question his loyalties?" "I do, Father." "If his heart has turned, we must know." "Test him." "With pleasure." "Higher." "Just a little higher." "Arms hurt." "Focus on how much Master Jim's arms will hurt should this training equipment malfunction." "Blinky!" "Blinky!" "Wingman!" "We've got trouble!" "It's Draal." "I mean, it's Jim." " But it's Draal's fault." " Did Draal kill him?" "Never should have consented to Draal supplementing Master Jim's training." "He didn't kill him." "He gave him something." "It's like a totem." "A "great shake" or something." " It's making Jim crazy." " Crazy?" "Yeah!" "It's like he's drunk or something." "He's completely without fear or impulse control." "And he's totally "crispy."" "Tobias, this totem, was it a Grit-Shaka?" " Yes!" "That's it!" " No fear." "That's how it works on Troll physiology." "But how will it act on a human?" "Oh, be some other name." "What's in a name?" "That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet." "Not as sweet as thee, milady." "And Romeo is here and ready to bring the thunder." "That's not the line, Jim." "Yeah, I had a few thoughts about the script." "You rewrote Shakespeare?" "I punched up the comedy, amped up the action... added a little more, je ne sais quoi, romance." "He rewrote Shakespeare." " Oh." "A car chase." " What?" "After a few hundred years, the play was just feeling a little dated, you know?" "And what's with all the deaths?" "Gosh!" "What is this, a tragedy?" "Be that as it may, Mr. Lake... we've spent months rehearsing the "dated" pages." "So, how about we do it the way it was originally written?" "Sure." "What say we bore the audience with your acting." "What's going on?" "You used to be the nicest guy." "Now you're throwing parties, trashing my house, and now this?" "Nice." "This isn't you, Jim." "It's me." "It's totally me!" "Just the better me." "Well, it's not better." "I know you think you're being cool..." "You're right." "You're right." "I'm not cool." "I'm crispy!" "What?" "Call it what you want, but you're being a jerk." "No kiss then?" "No skin off my back!" "Didn't want it anyway!" "Aw!" "What about the car chase?" "Give me a tattoo of a broken heart." "With a crack in the middle." "And make it weep." "Cease this madness!" "Hey!" "Perfect timing, buds!" "Let's all get tats!" "Fellowship!" "High-five?" "If you would give us a moment." "Great Gronka Morka, it's even worse than you said." "Master Jim, the Grit-Shaka." "Ha, ha!" "Cool, right?" "I mean, crispy." "I was thinking more along the lines of "unholy" and "disturbing."" " Dangerous!" " That, too." "Master Jim, that is a Gumm-Gumm totem, reason enough to be wary of it." "But the fact that you are a human makes its effects unpredictable!" "And that necklace is not a good look for you." "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "What is this?" "An intervention?" "If need be." "Well, need not be!" "I'm fine." "I am better than fine." "And if you want the Grit-Shaka, you're gonna have to take it from me." "Come on, Jimbo." "We don't have to go there." "For the glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command!" "Holla!" "Or maybe we do." "That's right!" "Uh-huh!" "I just went there!" "Be gentle with him." "A-ha!" "Grit-Shaka has changed him, indeed." "Master Jim was never this nimble." "I mean, this is terrible!" "Jim!" "Master Jim, I beg you, do not lose yourself." "Lose?" "I found myself!" "And I wasn't even looking for me." "The Grit-Shaka's effect on you is false, which makes it dangerous." "You should always be afraid!" " If Bular attacked you in this state..." " Hiyah!" "...you would not be able to defend yourself." "Oh, yeah?" "I'll show you." "I'm not afraid of Bular!" "I'm not afraid of anything!" "Wait a minute." "Scum of the Earth!" "I'll show you!" "I'm not afraid of anything!" "I..." "I..." "I will fight Bular." "I will end him today!" "Jim!" "That went poorly." "Fortunately, Jim has no means by which he can locate Bular." "That's not exactly true." "NotEnrique!" "Have you seen Jim?" "Hey!" "Get away!" "You're gonna blow me cover!" "Come on!" "Did you tell Jim where Bular's hiding?" "If a bloke wants to commit suicide, who am I to stand in his way?" "Where did he go?" "I can't hear you." "I've got stinky sweat socks." "Haven't been washed all week." "Give me, give me, give me!" "Now, tell me where Jim is!" "I'm not afraid of you, Bular." "NotEnrique said we'd find him in the sewers." "I'll scout from above while you and Aaarrrgghh search below." "Good idea." "Jim, where are you?" "Hey, Bular!" "Yo, Bular!" "Oh, yeah." "Yeah, you better scurry." "Bular!" "Jim?" "Bular!" "Master Jim." "Master Jim!" "Master Jim!" " Where are you?" " Bular!" "It is I, the Trollhunter!" "Your nemesis challenges you!" "Jim?" "Jim!" "Jim!" "Jim!" "A-ha!" "Bular." "There you are, you ugly Troll!" "Let's see how tough you are without cars to throw at people, shall we?" "I saw the Bridge." "I know what you and your pals are up to." "But it ends tonight, baby!" "A Grit-Shaka!" "Now I understand why you are so quick to race to your death." "Excuse you!" "I'm not racing anywhere." "And the only "death" tonight is gonna be your pride!" "Ooh!" "Oh, no!" "Oh, my gosh!" "Oh, my gosh!" "Oh, my gosh!" "Jim!" "Hiyah!" "Ooh!" "I bet that hurt..." "Jim?" "Jim!" "Jim!" "No, no, no." "Lose something, Trollhunter?" "Good." "The fear will tenderize your flesh." "You'll taste..." "Mmm..." " Jim!" " Toby!" "Where am I?" "What's going on?" "I can't get it open!" "For the glory of Merlin!" "Huh?" "Master Jim!" "Master Jim!" "Jim, grab my hand!" "Come on!" "You can do it!" "I can't reach!" "The armor!" "It's too heavy, Tobes!" "Pathetic that you meet your end in a sewer, Young Atlas." "Atlas too carried the weight of the world on his shoulders." "Watch yourself, Young Atlas." "Take care of your back, Young Atlas." "Master Jim!" "You must get out of there!" "Jim, grab my hand!" "Now!" "I lost the Grit-Shaka." "But I can still be brave." "Oh, oh!" "Toby!" "Strickler's a Changeling." "I never trusted him." "Also, you've been a real turd today." "And I smell like one, too." "Thanks for saving my neck." "I owe you one." "Yeah, great." "Just don't ever say "crispy" again." "Deal." "Hey!" "Move it!" "You did what?" "I called him Young Atlas." "But I call him that." "Me, alone!" "You should have seen his face." "He'll know I'm working with you." "He'll know I'm a Changeling." "Of all the idiotic things you've done, you imbecile..." "I gave the order." "Call it a test." "Oh, a t..." "A test?" "To lead him to you." "So that when the time comes, you will kill the boy... and free me with his Amulet."