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Wait, if there's one bone

from each Tovenaar

all together in one hiding place...

If someone were to find that hiding place...

They could use the bones to find all the rest.

Sir Aldred: They're all here, all our brothers.

Every one!

There must be a way to return them to their graves

for good.

You mean to make them dead-dead?

Every man in the Tovenaar brotherhood

was marked with a brand burning in an immortal flame.

The mark of this flame is what keeps him alive.

Put out the flame.

Can you get us to the immortal flame?

You would embark on a quest

to change the trajectory of events

and alter the future?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah.

You need permission...

from fate.

A belly-button owl?

Have you any water?

Yeah, sure thing.

I hope you don't mind distilled water.

From a spring in Tibet.

An owl pellet.

That means that you...

I didn't think I'd live to see this day.

At long last, the hour has come.

Better hurry.

The passage will be open

for exactly 23 minutes and 20 seconds.

Why 23 minutes and 20 seconds?

No one knows.

Feels random to me.

Yeah.

Hey Zeke.

I've got a new theory.

Just go with me on this one, all right?

Can I get you back in, like, 23 minutes?

What if something was buried here,

maybe a long time ago,

and now somebody's digging it up.

Interesting.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, are you home?

No, I -I'm kinda tied up right now.

Let me call you back?

'Kay?

Gotta go.

Okay, so about a thousand years ago,

there was this princess, Gretta.

And she was in big trouble,

'cause she had lots of enemies

and not a lot of friends.

So her court magician, Baldric cast the Champion spell.

It put everyone in the woods to sleep

until a champion would come

break the spell with his kiss

and deal with Gretta's big, scary enemies.

But that guy...

never showed up.

Instead,

they got me.

Ah!

Ow!

'Kay, we have 22 minutes and 49 seconds left.

Who's goin' in the freaky hole?

I.

And I.

Me too.

Baldric, Hexela, you two stay guard here.

But Highness.

If we fail to return

you two will be the only force left to fight the Tovenaars.

You must return, Highness.

With Sir Dwight's help and Prince Chlodwig's,

I shall.

Ha!

Glory to the brave.

Okay, nope.

Okay, okay, yeah.

Yeah.

Okay.

Here I go.

Oh.

I'm guessing that's...

the immortal flame.

As long as it burns,

the Tovenaars can return to life.

Keep these handy.

You'll never know when you'll desperately want one.

I must be off.

Off?

What if we need your aid?

You don't.

And if you do,

that's more your problem than mine.

Uh.

I never liked him.

Mm.

No time for dilly-dally.

Ah.

That ought to do it.

That ought to have done it.

Water from your bladder won't put it out.

Good to know.

But maybe...

Water from this very temple.

We should have brought a vessel of some sort.

Well, in my haste, I didn't think.

Oh!

Hey Baldric, you in there?

Yes, yes, we are here, Sir Dwight.

You got a bucket over there?

Uh, a bucket,

a bucket, a bucket.

We need a bucket.

Oh!

Where's a bucket?

Why don't we have a bucket?

Oh.

My begonias!

Stand back!

Oof!

Ow.

Got it, thanks.

All good.

Have you found the immortal flame?

Have you put it out?

Sir Aldred: Apparently not.

Quite obviously not,

or we wouldn't still be standing here would we?

Well done, Sir Dwight.

Mm.

Thus the Tovenaars rise no more.

Ah, floof.

It was a good idea.

We all thought so.

We are foiled.

Twice foiled.

And, running out of time.

Is this the witch?

The one?

I see what you mean, brother.

She is ravishing.

Oh, stop.

Aldi-boo.

Aldi-boo?

Wha--

Have you been telling tales again?

You know what to do.

Pretend I'm not here.

And that man.

Pretend we're both not here.

Take her in your arms and tell her how you feel.

Yeah, okay.

You know why I'm here, Hexela.

Good, good.

Sir Aldred: It's not too late.

Oooh.

It's 1500 years too late, love.

Why- why'd you call him love?

I got caught in the moment.

How are we to douse the flame?

Maybe we don't douse it.

Maybe we smother it.

Quick!

Give me your cape thing.

My cape-- but--

Make haste!

All right, now all we've gotta do is lay it over the fire

and pat it out.

Wha--

Wha!

Oh.

Thrice-foiled.

Sorry, man.

Mummy made me that cape.

And I will make you a new one.

If we live through this.

Look!

There's something written on it.

Gibberish to me.

Is that...

Flemish to be sure.

It's mage script.

Hm?

A language used by wizards and mages and...

Magicians?

Oh!

Baldric!

Ah.

Oh.

Good heavens.

What?

The Tovenaars.

Ah, geez.

We have the situation well in hand, Princess.

I see that.

Well done, witch.

Oh, thank you.

Sir Aldred: Let's not fight, Hexie.

You could still join us.

We desperately need a woman's perspective.

What of the immortal flame?

Uh.

We've hit a little snag.

Oh, Hexie!

Hexie!

Hold there, villain.

Oh.

What a lot of bother.

Oh!

Chlodwig.

Princess!

That it should end like this, Baldric.

A "fowl" way to die.

Oh.

"Fowl" play, to be sure.

Not today, you fat-headed harpie!

No need for "fowl" language.

The lapse candle!

Chlodwig!

You have proven worthy adversaries.

So, the choice is yours.

I can do most any mammal, bird or amphibian.

Reptiles elude me, I'm afraid.

Uhhh.

Together!

I'll hold it, you light it.

Yes.

Ferret it is!

Quickly!

You see to this villain.

Gladly.

I'll be back.

Whoo!

Oh.

Sir Dwight.

Come along, you big lug.

Oh.

Hurry, Hexie!

The candle is melting quickly.

But a moment love.

Huh.

Oh.

Oh.

Quickly, quickly.

Baldric and Hexela:

Tabs are due!

Ah!

Dwight!

Am I a ferret?

Sir Aldred:

Oh, oh, I just.

Never question fate.

What else have you got in there?

Uhhhh.

Oh, just a human finger.

Oh.

Baldric!

Quickly we need you.

Guys.

Sir Aldred: Not good enough, little princess.

You made an enemy of the birds.

Light the candle, Baldric!

I'm trying!

Ah!

Dwight!

We need a flame!

Ah!

Ah!

Stop, drop and roll!

Stop, drop and roll!

Would you like another?

The blaze is out, Sir Dwight.

Uh.

It's melting away.

Hurry!

What?

Aaah!

Aaah!

Ah!

Over here.

Oh.

There's something written on it.

Uh, in mage script.

Can you read it?

Uh, this flame may never be extinguished.

Great.

Except by one whose heart is just.

Ah, geez.

Uh, by a boy whose parents fell from the sky,

who aided a wyvern, who escorted a ghost,

'Kay.

Who freed a wish,

Uh-huh.

who lives with his grandmother.

Wow.

Whose eyes are brown.

Yeah, yeah, okay, we get it.

It's me.

It is you.

Ha!

Ha, ha.

Huh?

Uh.

Ha, ha!

Oh, oh, oh.

We angered it.

Oh, come on!

Wait, wait, wait!

There's more.

And only with pure water from the heights of the...

the heights of the Himalayas.

Turns out, not a problem.

Huh?

Where?

Thank you.

This is for you, Highness.

Ha, ha.

Baldric!

Sir Aldred: Ah!

Baldric!

I got it!

Sir Aldred: No!

Princess!

Sir Aldred: Just... hear me out.

You don't want to be some princess's champion

for the rest of your life.

Think about it.

You could join us.

Be part of the most powerful brotherhood

to ever dominate the world.

I'm good, man.

Sir Aldred:

Oo.

Hellibad?

Thus the Tovenaars rise no more.

Well done, Sir Dwight.

I don't understand.

Only one could extinguish the immortal flame.

You.

Never question fate.

Guys!

Run!

Ah!

No.

Oh!

Whoa!

Down you go, big boy.

Oh not!

Oh not.

Whoo!

Here love.

All right, this is your friend.

There you are.

Oh, friends.

Oh!

Mm.

What the?

Ow!!

You okay, man?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Did-did you guys see the-the-the bird migration?

No.

Not really.

Missed it.

All right.

There you go.

It has a topical pain reliever in it too,

so hopefully it helps.

Remarkable.

Along with antibiotic ointment.

You are remarkable, Sir Dwight.

My eleventh great grandfather Osric the Grim began the battle

with the Tovenaars.

Then today it was finished all because of you.

Not just me.

Kneel, Sir Knight.

Me?

Oh, okay, yeah.

For your deeds of valor in the face

of certain destruction,

for your glorious courage in the maw of death,

and for your mighty stand

against the brotherhood of Tovenaars,

I name this day Sir Dwight Day.

Uh.

And I bestow upon you this chaplet of honor.

Wow.

Um.

And may he be known forevermore

as Sir Dwight,

Desolator of the Undead.

Hexela, Baldric, Chlodwig: Hail Sir Dwight,

Desolator of the Undead.

Um.

Rise Sir Knight.

Thanks guys.

Okay, for real.

It can't get any worse than that, right?

Hexela, Baldric, Chlodwig:

No. No.