Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia

Mary, can we be real for a moment?

A woman like you deserves anything she wants.

And what you want is me, as your date to the Spring Fling.

- It's okay, you don't even have to ask. - I'd rather choke to death.

Huh. Your loss.

Hmm!

Darcy.

Well, I've asked out every single girl.

They all said no?

Of course not. I got a few "as ifs." A couple "not in a million years."

One actually gagged. I took that as a "not interested."

You actually asked out every girl in school?

Nope! Saved Claire for you, buddy. I didn't wanna promblock you.

- Thanks. - You haven't asked her yet, have you?

I'm working up to it, okay?

Oh, is that what they're calling "wussing out"?

Hey, I'm just waiting for my moment.

That's what they call wussing out these days, Wussy.

He's correct, Master Jim.

I spent the afternoon in the school library

and you are, apparently, a popular topic of gossip.

Blinky, what are you doing hanging out at our school?

Well, that's an interesting story.

Wait, you said people are gossiping about Jim?

I didn't hear much

but the words "wussing" and "out" were frequently invoked.

Why were you in the library of our school?

I exhausted all of Trollmarket's resources

pertaining to the mysterious mark Angor Rot painted on your forehead.

Then a thought occurred to me... "What about the library

- in Arcadia Oaks High?" - And?

Sadly, all I learned was that

Master Jim is a wuss when it comes to the fairer sex.

Oh, really?

Look at that hypnotic, bewitching allure of that swaying mole.

Excuse me, seems I was wrong

about asking out every non-Claire girl in school.

Does he even know if a female is, in fact, beneath that costume?

I really don't think it matters.

Yes! I knew it!

Hey, you! You have a visitor's pass?

My dear sir, I dare say, my humanity is my pass.

Yeah, that's not gonna work. You might wanna run.

Why on Earth would I...?

All right, all right. Let's go, stranger.

- Stranger Danger! - Very well!

Um...

M-Master Vendel?

I am known to no troll as "Master."

Oh. Okay.

Well, Vendel...

But I like the sound of it coming from you.

The Birthstone you recovered from Gatto's Lair.

- It must be cleaved. - Cleaved?

You humans cut stones to unlock their beauty,

but trolls cut stones to unlock their power.

Chisel along the ridge, right over here.

Yes.

And along this facet.

Excellent.

I thought you were against finding the Triumbric stones.

I am against you collecting the stones.

If you were to fall into Gunmar's hands, he would use you

to escape the bridge and unleash himself upon this world.

Keep your eye on the stone, and your hand steady. A little off, here!

Excuse me for wondering but then, why are you helping me?

You are determined to save Claire's brother?

I am.

Then for everyone's sake, what choice have I but to do all within my power

to make sure you are successful?

- Its pure form. - Whoa.

Hand it over.

The power of a gem can alter your armor's ability.

A combination of gems, like the Triumbric stones,

can reap infinite rewards.

- Okay. So, what just happened? - I am unsure.

Properly cut gemstones work in ways one can never predict.

- Only discover. - I wanna discover.

Then maybe I should tell you where the Killstone is hidden.

They'll be going for the Killstone in the Swamps of the Quagawumps.

The Killstone?

A remnant of Gunmar's first kill,

where he shattered their beloved Wumpa King.

Quagawumps. I have heard they are not friendly to outsiders.

Especially the human kind.

Recover the Killstone.

And destroy the Hunter.

Now that he is marked,

I look forward to taking what is most dear from him.

As you wish.

If Wumpas don't let outsiders into their camp,

- how do we get the stone? - Don't worry, Master Jim!

I already have a plan! It's rudimentary.

If Quagawumps are hostile to outsiders, we'll need an insider!

One of you is going to pretend to be the human reincarnation

- of the Shattered King! It's genius! - What? That's insane!

You, Tobias, bear a most striking resemblance

- to their dead king. - Me?

Yes. The Quagawumps are short and stout in stature.

It'll be a role of a lifetime.

Mostly because if they see past our little charade,

the time of our lives will end.

Well, we better get a move on!

This place is creepy. Where are we?

A place renowned for its vast swamps, theme parks and retirement communities.

Florida!

Come on, Your Eminence. Your people await.

I'm just saying...

I'm built to be a sidekick, you know? I'm not...

leading man material. I'm a wingman.

Don't be a wuss. Come on.

Hmm?

Mmm! Humans!

A taste not common.

- Toby? - Okay.

It is I, the Shower King!

- Shattered. - The Shattered King!

Reincarnated as a human.

Whoo-oo!

You're not a ghost.

Gunmar kill you. You cannot be. Prove you are he.

Show us great magics, god king.

Hi-yi-yi yi-yi-yi-yi-yah!

Ahem...?

Okay. All right, now. Stand back.

This one's not for the faint of heart.

Abara-cadabara, nothing up my sleeve-ara!

He dismembered his hand and then rejoined his flesh and bone!

His magic is so powerful!

Hi-yi-yi yi-yi-yi-yi-yah!

Nice work, Tobes. You are leading man material!

Ha-ha-ha!

Hi-yi-yi yi-yi-yi-yi-yah!

The lost king, returned!

Huh?

Hi-yi-yi yi-yi-yi-yi-yah!

- I don't believe it. - Neither do I.

Ugh, I know, right? He doesn't even look anything like me.

Mouth filled with precious metals!

Hey, watch your hand there. Ugh!

So handsome the king is!

That's what I keep telling the girls at school, but they weren't interested.

Who are these girls at school?

We shall hunt them down, and make flutes out of their arms!

No, don't do that! That's very kind of you, but not necessary.

A song of a Quagawump.

No outsider has ever heard such a rare delight.

Catchy!

Awesome sauce!

This song is so beautiful.

- Come. We feast. - Oh! What's on the menu?

Outsider tried to sneak into camp last night.

Tonight, we eat its heart.

Hey!

Ah! Fresh swamp maggots.

Ugh!

Ugh!

Ugh!