The Monkees raced back to Santa's castle on their two snowmobiles. It was very dark out, however, and it was snowing again, so they had to be careful. Davius was still growling through his gag. Mike hated to have his friend tied up and gagged, but it was for his own good. Micky, sitting behind Peter on the other snowmobile, occasionally looked over at Davius with sadness in his heart. Micky knew Davy was under an evil spell when he ordered him beaten and chained in a cell to freeze; he had already forgiven Davy for that. But, once Davy was out from Glick's spell-if his spell could be broken-would Davy be able to forgive himself for all the evil he had done? Suddenly, Mike raised his hand for all of them to stop. Once they stopped, Peter looked over.
"What's wrong, Mike?" He asked.
"I just want to check the map to make sure we're on the right track." Mike replied.
Davius finally was able to spit out his gag. "You top-siders will be sorry you kidnapped me!"
"We'd be even more sorry if we hadn't, Davy," Mike said sadly, "We want our friend back the way he was. He's still in there, if you'll just let him come out."
"Quit calling me Davy!" Davius shouted. "I am Davius, King of the trolls!"
"You don't look like a troll to me." Peter answered. "You don't have a long nose, you're not ugly like them."
The first flicker of doubt appeared in Davius' eyes. He had seen the portrait of himself on several walls, and noticed he DID look different than other trolls. Before he could respond, though, all four of them heard and felt the ground rumble beneath them.
"What's that?" Micky asked.
"I think we're being followed." Davius said with a smug smile.
"Well, I don't think your troll buddies are gonna catch us with their short legs while we got these snowmobiles." Mike said smugly too, then to Peter, "Lets get going again."
"Who says we're running?" Davius replied, "You're also forgetting the extensive tunnels my trolls have been digging towards Santa's castle. There's probably one right under us."
Suddenly, the ground shook again, harder than last time. Then, the ground opened up right in front of them and out of the hole climbed a giant, black, three-headed mole! Climbing out behind the mole was a very angry Queen Grizelda, still wearing her all-black wedding dress, followed by dozens of spear-carrying trolls.
The Monkees, except Davius, screamed at the sight of the mole. Davius seemed well pleased, his doubts forgotten-for now.
"AH, my Queen, I knew you'd rescue me!" Davius exclaimed happily.
"I'd move the whole underground for you, my love." Grizelda replied, then glared at the Micky, Mike and Peter, "Your noisy top-sider machines led us right to you. And now to your deaths!" Grizelda tapped the Mole on the side. "Kill the top-siders!" She yelled.
Davius kicked Mike off his snowmobile then scrambled off to the side. Peter started up his snowmobile and tried to swing around and pick up Mike, but the mole caught the tip of his claw on one of Peter's snowmobile's skis. The snowmobile upset and Peter and Micky crashed to the ground. Mike picked himself up and ran over to Micky and Peter. The mole advanced on them, growling. Off on the side, Grizelda untied Davius and they watched what the mole would do to the top-siders.
"Oh, man," Micky breathed, "What I wouldn't give for that book we used to defeat Glick's two-headed Org."
"I have the book!" Mike yelled, quickly digging in his knapsack. He pulled it out along with a flashlight so he could see what to do. "I'm glad I brought it!"
"So are we." Peter said frightened, "Hurry, what does it say to do with a three-headed mole?"
Mike quickly looked through the book, all the while the three of them were backing up from the mole.
"Let's see, giant aardvark, giant cow, giant four-headed lizard, giant two-headed mole, AH!" Mike exclaimed, "Giant three-headed mole! It says we must run counter-clockwise three times, fall on our knees and throw a thermos of cocoa at it!"
"Good thing I have some cocoa left." Peter said, pulling out a thermos out of his sack.
The three men quickly ran in a counter-clockwise circle three times, fell to their knees, and Peter threw the thermos of cocoa at the mole's feet.
Nothing happened.
"Maybe the book said 'clockwise'?" Micky ventured.
Suddenly, the mole began to shake and with a roar rolled onto its back, dead.
The trolls, especially Grizelda gasped in shock. She had raised that mole from infancy and now it was dead! Davius was shocked for another reason. He remembered clearly the first time he, Micky and Mike had used that book on a two-headed org. Glick had sent that org after them! If Glick was his friend, why did Glick try to kill him? Things weren't making sense to him anymore! How could he be Davius and Davy at the same time?
Micky, Mike and Peter took advantage of the distraction of the mole's death to sneak back to Mike's snowmobile. They had almost made it when Glick appeared, sitting on the snowmobile.
"Going somewhere, boys?" Glick asked.
"You just don't give up, do you Glick?" Mike asked angrily.
"Never did, never will." Glick said with a smile, then yelled to the trolls, "SEIZE THEM!"
Micky, Mike and Peter turned and ran. With their long legs, they could've easily outrun the trolls, but Glick waved his hand and the snow turned to ice. The three Monkees slipped on the ice and went down. Before they had a chance to get up, the trolls were on them.
"Chain them up tight, now," Glick called out gleefully, "and gag them. We don't want them speaking anymore lies to King Davius." Glick got off the snowmobile and walked over to Davius and Grizelda.
"My king, are you all right?" Glick asked, feigning concern.
"Yes, I'm fine, Great One." Davius answered trying to sound normal. He was having more doubts about his life than ever, but for some reason, he didn't want Glick to know that. "They tried to make me think I'm this Davy person, but I refused to believe them."
"Good, Good, my king. I'm sorry your wedding was interrupted, but perhaps you can have it on the night you originally planned, Dec. 24th."
"Yes, that would be good." Grizelda said, "I'll need the time to plan an even better wedding, and...." she pointed at the trolls carrying Mike, Micky and Peter towards them, "to take care of some wedding crashers."
The trolls' procession stopped by Glick, Davius and Grizelda. Micky, Mike and Peter were roughly dropped to the ground. They were wrapped up in chains from their ankles to their shoulders, with gags in their mouths. Unable to move, the three men could only look up at Davius, but Davius somehow couldn't meet their eyes, and looked away. Grizelda stood over the helpless men.
"You three ruined my wedding, stole my groom and killed my pet mole!" She yelled, "You...will...pay!" She growled slowly. "Take them to the dungeons!"
The trolls hauled a squirming Micky, Mike and Peter onto their backs, and carried them down into the earth. Davius finally looked over, but by then, they had already been taken below. Not wanting to show any sign of doubt, Davius looked at Grizelda and Glick.
"While you take care of the top-siders, my dear, I think I'll go see how the digging is progressing."
"Good idea, your majesty." Glick agreed smiling.
The three followed the other trolls back into the earth.
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Back at Santa's castle, Toc stood outside the door with a lantern along with other elves, waiting for the Monkees to come back. Even with the bad weather, it shouldn't have taken this long to get back from the trolls' lair. Toc shook his head and went inside to Santa's study. Santa was at his desk, looking over the latest weather reports for Hong Kong when Toc came in.
"Well, did the Monkees come back finally?" Santa asked.
"No, Santa, and I'm worried." Toc replied. "They should've at least called."
"Well, I'll call them and see what's going on." Santa replied, picking up his walkie-talkie, "Santa to Mike, Santa to Mike, come in please."
All Santa got back was static. Santa repeated the call. Static answered him. Santa closed his eyes. If the trolls got all four of them, things would be very bad indeed.
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Things were already very bad for Micky, Mike and Peter. They were carried deep into the bowels of the Earth and into the troll dungeons. Once there, Grizelda proved herself to be just as cruel and mean as Davius when it came to torture. The three men tried to explain, between screams, that Davius was really named Davy and was being influenced to do evil by Glick.
"Grizelda please listen," Mike begged, pulling on his chains, "We've dealt with Glick before. He's evil!"
Even Peter, generally considered the weakest, softest of the Monkees, kept insisting, even under the lash, that Davius was not a troll.
"Would we go through this for Santa is he was evil?" Micky asked tearfully. "If we didn't love Davy?"
But Grizelda loved Davius and would only see their words as lies, but down deep she admired the courage they showed. She didn't know top-siders had such qualities. What shocked her the most was the willingness of each human to undergo extra torture if the other two were left alone. If these men were as evil as Glick had said, why would they say such things?
Eventually, Micky, Mike and Peter stopped trying to talk to Grizelda, and simply concentrated on trying to stay conscious. Finally, the three beaten, bruised and exhausted men were chained up in their small cells, far away from each other, and left to wonder if they'd ever see the sun again.