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Previously on Dwight in Shining Armor.

Hello, my sweet.

Ragana.

We know who the memory thief is.

Who?

Our history teacher, but not really.

We need forget-me-not flowers.

What do you remember?

Not much.

No, you don't!

Ow!

Ow!

Hey!

I fear we have not seen the last of them.

Ah!

Ah!

You bongling, bumbling buffoon!

Mr. Hammond: Calm yourself.

They know everything!

Mr. Hammond: So?

They bother us again,

I'll just steal their memories like I always do.

Now we have Hexela to deal with.

Ragana, are you actually worried

about this witch friend of yours?

Hexela is no common witch.

Huh.

I don't think I've ever seen you sweat.

I'm beginning to have some serious doubts

about this little venture of yours.

Hmm.

What can I say?

How about tough luck, honey.

You insufferable, brute.

Heartless hag.

You and I have a bargain.

An unbreakable pact.

You are a darling little devil.

And you are a wicked little witch.

Don't you worry.

No one can stop us now.

We have time on our side.

Okay, so about a thousand years ago,

there was this princess, Gretta.

And she was in big trouble

because 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.

Ah!

Instead,

they got me.

Ah!

Ow!

Prince Chlodwig has the first watch.

I will take the second.

We can't just wait here pacing the floor,

just waiting for them to attack us.

I don't think they plan to attack us.

Not yet.

When then?

How do we guess their next move?

Thank you.

All this time,

Hammond has had the upper hand

because we had no memories of him,

but now we remember everything.

This time, make no mistake,

I will win and you will lose.

Mr. Hammond?

What's wrong?

RUN!

I came here to steal a memory from you,

so that I could kill you.

Gretta,

I don't know what's gonna happen,

or why Mr. Hammond is the bad guy now

or what he is going to do,

but this kinda feels like it could be it.

It?

Where the story ends for us?

Right here.

Right now.

Then we die with honor.

Not sure how you can die with honor

in a bathroom stall,

but um, I'm,

what I'm,

that's not what I'm trying to say,

I, uh...

What are you trying to say?

I'm okay with it.

I'd do it all again.

Even if it ends like this,

'cause um, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

You're the best friend I've ever had, and--

Hey.

Sir Dwight.

Huh?

Do you have any memories

that pertain to this crisis?

Uh.

Nope.

No, nothing, all that pertinent.

Here, have some chamomile.

It'll calm your nerves.

Hammond's head on a pike would calm my nerves.

Ew.

It was him all along,

he had my father eaten by fairies.

He, he turned my mother into an oak tree.

He attacked my cliffside fortress,

and my desert fortress, and my swamp fortress,

and my underground fortress,

and forced us to flee into the woods.

He is the one who laid siege on my castle.

He's the reason I'm called Princess Gretta the Besieged!

We get it, he's like your Voldemort.

He is my uncle.

The only family I have.

That's not true.

You have us.

We're your family, Gretta.

Hammond and Ragana have been in league

from the beginning.

She cast the liven spell

and brought the stone soldiers to life.

And she killed Yetza to do it.

I remember.

I looked out from the tower.

I saw the stone soldiers surrounding the castle.

And I saw Hammond leading them.

No wonder you panicked and put everybody to sleep.

'Twas a spell of last resort.

So Ragana and Hammond are like

a super evil power couple and now they're back?

I am pleased to report

that the first watch has passed without disturbance.

Thank you, Chlodwig.

The second watch is mine.

I'll join you.

Ah.

Highness.

You need to eat something.

I'm not hungry.

Prince Chlodwig, check the icebox.

I believe we have pizzas from the Red Baron.

Huzzah.

Sir Dwight.

Stoke the oven.

Copy that.

We must all keep up our strength.

Baldric?

Whatever else must be done, I will see to Ragana.

Promise you will leave her to me.

For another witch's brawl?

For a witch's trial.

I appreciate your vigilance, Baldric.

And you do look dashing by torchlight.

Indeed.

But it doesn't make sense.

What doesn't?

Hammond has had scores of chances

to kill the princess.

What is he waiting for?

There must be something else he wants.

Sweet heaven.

The scrying pool.

He couldn't.

You're the only one who knows how.

Not anymore.

I buried the knowledge as deeply as I could,

but Hexie, he found it.

He knows.

This is taking ages!

Mr. Hammond: Just a few more buckets-ful.

Get the charts.

And I bought a set of engraving tools

on the counter.

In the Amazon box.

Don't boss me.

Don't stand there like a lazy brat.

What makes you think this will work?

Mr. Hammond: It worked for Baldric.

Well, Baldric is an extraordinary magician

and you are nothing but a common thief.

A thief maybe but not a common one.

Oh, Hammond.

My clever dear!

Oh my darling, devious boy, you...

you're going to be king!

That's our bargain.

You will give me, the kingdom of Rogemore.

And you will give me your soul.

I can hardly even wait.

Mr. Hammond: Uh, uh, uh, uh.

Only when I'm good and dead.

Of course, my sweet.

I don't know guys,

Mr. Hammond's had a million chances to kill us,

why would he do it now?

Because he is a vile, villainous, Voldemorter.

I know his methods.

He'll besiege our stronghold

and try either to break our fortifications

or starve us out.

Oh, that reminds me,

I need to set a timer for the pizzas.

The Red Baron shan't see us through a siege,

Sir Dwight.

We need an ample supply of saltfish and hogs.

I'll find the pig farmer.

Sir Dwight and I shall rouse the fishmonger.

Wait, wait, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa,

no pig farmers, no fishmongers.

You don't understand, Sir Dwight.

Hammond has been trying to kill me

since the day I was born.

He will not stop now.

Confound my ancient self!

He came all the way through the cosmos

from the future to warn you about lemon fritters

and said not a word

about this greatest of all threats.

Chlodwig.

He tried.

Gretta?

Do I know you?

Ancient Chlodwig: I have a warning from the future!

From the future?

What warning?

Doom! Doom! Doom!

Mr. Hammond: Uh, sir, are you okay?

Ancient Chlodwig: Oh, out of my way!

Gretta, Baldric, you must listen.

I think he might be having a stroke.

We're listening.

What is your warning?

My warning?

Yes.

Ancient Chlodwig: Um, uh.

I don't recall.

Um, um, I know I had a warning,

and it was a very good warning.

Well, no doubt.

Ancient Chlodwig: It was never eat the last lemon fritter

at a dwarf banquet.

Man, that guy sucks.

Oh, pizzas are ready.

Allow me!

Wha, uh.

Gretta?

Hand me that bludgeon, Sir Dwight.

Uh, oh sure thing,

um, here you go.

Gretta, so uh,

now that we have our memories back,

you might remember a,

a conversation we had in a...

toilet stall.

Um, or maybe you don't remember.

I remember.

You do?

Well.

It seems like that conversation deserves a follow-up.

I think so.

We were interrupted,

right in the middle of--

Mm.

I know Hammond's plan.

What?

He's building a scrying pool.

A what?

A scrying pool allows your soul

and only your soul to travel through time

to your own body in the past.

So you can only travel into your own past

in your own life.

Correct.

And you're sure you can't come back again

to the present?

Never.

So, what's in Hammond's past

that he wants to get back to?

Rogemore.

Before the champion spell.

Before it was forgotten.

The villain means to return to Rogemore of old.

To kill me there...

and steal my kingdom.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

'Cause we are gonna stop him.

Mr. Hammond: You're sure you've read those charts right?

I know my astrology.

If we're off by even a week.

Hammond, you are annoying me.

Go sit in a corner somewhere.

I'm not gonna--

I'm not going to sit in a corner,

you rotten little witch.

I'm the ruler of Rogemore.

No, not yet you're not, you little snot-nose.

It took me four years

to assemble the stone soldiers,

we must go back to the very moment

when they're ready.

You're blocking my light and I can't see what I'm doing.

You're taking forever.

Well, that's because I take pride in my work.

You know I was thinking, my love.

Of a way to do that faster?

Of your plan.

Mr. Hammond: What about my plan?

Well, it's lovely, sweetums,

um, but might I offer a few suggestions.

No.

Fine.

What?

For the liven spell to work,

to bring your stone soldiers to life.

Yes.

It requires the life of a witch.

So.

So, the stronger the witch,

the stronger your soldiers will be.

Go on.

You need a stronger witch.

Hm?

So you're saying Mr. Hammond has a dungeon,

like an actual dungeon dungeon in the maintenance room?

Exactly, so this is where he held me prisoner

as he pilfered my memories.

Oo.

Glory to the brave.

It's ready!

Finally!

We're going home!

I think not!

Ha!

You are foiled!

Who's he?

Mr. Hammond:

Ha!

Chlodwig!

A parsnip!

Really, love.

Was that necessary?

Hey!

Put Chlodwig down!

Hexela, stay out of this!

Oh, Ragana.

What have you gotten yourself into?

Sweet heaven.

Don't move.

Mr. Hammond: Oh, you got me.

Good job.

We know your plan.

Not for long.

Hey, I still remember stuff,

do you guys still remember stuff?

Everything.

Let me try that again.

Everybody still good?

This is my Uncle Hammond,

who murdered my father,

had my mother turned into an oak tree,

and has been trying to kill me all my life.

And he is also the memory thief.

Only I guess not anymore, huh.

But, how.

The forget-me-nots, you blockhead.

Now you can never steal their memories of you again.

Mr. Hammond: You know I actually like it better this way.

You know who I am,

you know that I'm going to kill you,

and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

No!

Witches.

They're gone.

This can only mean...

quickly, we still have time.

Time for what?

To stop them.

Ew.

Dude just dissolved.

But, how do we stop them, Baldric?

Not how,

when.

When have they gone?

To the night the siege started.

Why then?

They mean to attack us.

With the stone soldiers.

The liven spell.

They'll besiege the castle once more.

All so Hammond can...

Kill me.

The past is not yet decided.

But we must go.

Now.

You mean to follow them.

But if we enter the scrying pool...

We cannot come back.

I am sorry, princess, but there is no other way.

Then let's go.

Come on guys, we go in together on three.

What?

Guys!

We gotta go!

You cannot go, Sir Dwight!

When we enter the scrying pool,

these bodies will dissolve,

our souls will pass through the pool

and enter our bodies the day the siege began

a thousand years ago,

but you were not there that day.

You have no body to return to.

So, what are you saying?

That, that, that I, that we,

That we must say goodbye.

Can't you just come back?

Can't you just go stop Hammond

and then jump back through the pool thing?

There's no returning through a scrying pool.

When we return to our past

it will be as if we were never here.

If we defeat Hammond,

there will be no need for me to cast the champion spell.

And if we fail to defeat him...

We shall have died trying.

Hm.

Wait, wait, so you're saying that.

You won't even remember us.

Yes, I will.

I will.

Are you sure, Sir Dwight?

Might it not be easier to just forget?

Yeah, probably but I don't care.

I want to remember.

Go ahead, Sir Dwight.

Highness, forgive me, we must go.

When we return to the past we will be in the castle,

preparing for the siege.

We must get word to Lady Ermingarde.

I will break through the lines--

No, you stay with Gretta.

I'll bring Lady Ermingarde to your rescue.

And I will find Ragana.

You know, uh, just, I'll be here.

God save you, Sir Dwight.

You were and ever after will be,

the greatest champion in the history of Rogemore.

Sir Dwight,

I leave you my witch's blessing.

Use it wisely.

Mmhm.

Okay.

Hey, buddy.

Fare thee well, brother.

No tears.

We are men of iron.

Yeah.

Bye, buddy.

Gretta.

Princess.

Ready?

Ha.

You will always be my champion.

Gretta,

I l--