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Uh?

Unbelievable.

You can't remember one move, Hugo?

Er... nope.

Helmet Hugo,

I challenge thee to a duel at sunset

atop Weymouth Mountain.

And when the sun goes down, it'll be good night for you.

And good day to you, stranger.

So, let me see here. Sunset duel. Weymouth.

See you there. Now, if you'll excuse me...

Yep, still wrong, Hughes.

As for you, friendo, on this ship,

you threaten one, you threaten all!

This is but a taste of my revenge.

See you at sunset, Helmet Hugo.

I can't believe it. Hugo has an archnemesis,

just like the heroes in my comic scrolls.

Insert fanboy squeal.

I have so many questions. Who's behind that mask?

And what did you do to make him so mad?

I got a kneeling feeling I do know him from somewhere.

Well, think on the go, Hugo, while the rest of us

try to figure out how to save you from this...

this...

Baron Buckethead?

What? He's literally got a bucket for a head.

Anyway, how are we gonna get Hugo out of this mess?

What mess?

Your archnemesis annihilating you.

I vote we just throw Hugo at him,

like we do with all our problems.

That's a hit and run, Cap'n.

The rules of a duel are strict.

Only Hugo can fight and his chances look, uh...

slim.

I'll go ready my medical supplies.

Well, maybe Hugo can win him over with words.

The Lana way. It saved my butt plenty.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Yeah, I can't stay mad at you.

Wow, apologizing really does work. Very well,

we got our plan. Now we just need to find that buckethead.

Greta, sketch us a wanted poster.

Oh, 3D. Even better.

The resemblance is uncanny.

Enemy ahoy.

Now's your chance to say sorry and dodge this duel.

Sure, just give me a mo' to remember

what I'm apologizing for.

No time. The trick is to just cast a wide net

and keep it generic.

Ah...

I see you've come to parlay, Helmut Hugo.

Very well. Speak your peace.

Er...

Psst, repeat after me.

"I, Helmut Hugo, am super sorry."

I, Helmut Hugo, uh, am super.

Huh?

No, no, no. "Super sorry."

And sell it with puppy eyes.

Selling any puppy eyes?

Huh?

Just apologize to Buckethead.

Got it. Apologize, Buckethead.

Buckethead?

Er, sorry for not remembering your name

and forgetting your birthday?

Maybe not feeding your monsters? All of the above?

Wait. You don't even know what we're fighting about?

That is so typical you.

Let's boogie.

You're lucky I can't end you until sunset, Helmet Hugo.

- Well, that backfired big time. - What are we gonna do now?

I've got just the toenail to solve this mystery grudge.

Ew.

There's palm reading where you tell your future.

Then there's foot reading where you read the past.

Do your magic, Jackalope, sir.

His armor is antique.

Just like Hugo.

He's so old, he doesn't remember how old he is.

This grudge must run deep.

Ugh, great.

Now we're nowhere closer to figuring out

who this buckethead is or why he's so mad at you, Hugo.

I'll get there. Just give it time.

There's no time!

We're gonna have to pull your memories out

with medical intervention.

It's for your own good.

Hugo's memory is the key to this ancient grudge.

Sure you can unlock it, Doc Chops?

No idea. But I sure am excited

to add hypnotist to my CV,

alongside doctor, shrink, and chef.

Alrighty. Look into my eye.

Look into my eye and go back in time, time, time, time...

Think back to why this buckethead

is so mad at you.

Relive your past.

Ha!

Oh, God! Oh, my God!

- You okay, Chef? - You okay, Doc?

Whew.

That was intense. What was all that spinning about?

Er, I vaguely remember a Titan spinning me for amusement.

Oh, forget Titans, Hugo.

It's Buckethead you should be afraid of.

And you're running out of time.

Then there's only time

for a hammer battle training montage!

That's it. That's all my moves. Now you try.

That's not the dance or the hammer move.

Ugh, I can't help you unless you help yourself, Hugo.

Er, about that. If I could just have a moment to--

Run and hide. That's it!

Oh, no!

Aw, thank me after we sail somewhere

where Buckethead will never find you.

Phew, we're so off-grid, there's no map left.

Hugo will be safe here.

Hmm?

-Sorry, that was me... -Phew.

...playing in Buckethead's entrance.

Quick, everyone react.

Lana, I'm the captain here.

So what do we do?

I don't know. React!

I warned you.

One way or another, I will have my revenge.

Let's end this, then.

No! Just dig a hole in the sand and keep going.

We'll join you on the other side of the Ten Realms.

It's okay, Lana.

This is something I need to do alone.

I'll give you a memorable end.

Shame you'll never remember it.

Huh?

Wait, I remember you.

Nope, it's gone again.

It's back!

Nope.

I have it this time!

You're Dude of the Madude clan. Dude Madude.

So you do remember what you did to me.

Hugo shrank your head?

Huh? No, this is my normal head.

What Hugo did was far worse.

And now it's time to pay the price.

Come on, Hugo. Think back harder. Now!

I've... ...got it!

He's doing the dance.

Okay, not bad.

But I need you to think even further back. Quick!

I can't. I need time and patience

to untangle my spaghetti memory.

But someone won't let me.

You heard Hugo. Let him think.

Oh, does he mean me? Okay, that's fair.

But let me butt in one last time.

This is against the rules, pesky pink-haired child.

Hey! No name calling, Baron Buckethead.

And now I hear myself.

Look. It was me who named you that, not Hugo.

And don't you want to know Hugo's side of the story?

Forget it. Let's end this.

Wait!

I'm foggy no more. We were never enemies.

We were brothers in arms.

We were like one.

Yes, until you fled.

It left me to face a goblin army alone.

You didn't even leave a note.

I didn't run away. I was plucked from the skies by Titans.

Behold, brother Gargantimog.

I found an extra piece for our game of Fates.

I spent centuries as the Titans' game piece.

The spins. The spins!

I still get motion sickness to this day.

I'm so sorry.

I thought you had just ghosted me, brother.

I would never ghost you, Madude.

You were never enemies.

It was the Titans that tore you apart.

And to think I almost let that continue.

Maybe. But if there's anyone

who knows how to bring people together after bringing them

to the edge of disaster, it's you, Lana.

Dah...