Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia

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Wake up, wake up! Don't want to sleep through your big day.

- Big day? - The big day you start with...

Mom's special birthday pancakes!

He looks like he's screaming. He's excited.

I know, I know. You always hate your birthday.

But you're 16! This is a big one. We should do something tonight.

Oh, Mom, you know I don't want to...

This isn't up for discussion. No one should be alone on their birthday.

When you've had your fill, I have another surprise for you downstairs.

- - Warhammer to Trollhunter. Copy?

- Copy. What is it, Tobes? - Look out your window!

I think a bird or something tore away a piece of your drawing, Tobes.

Ah, that was Aaarrrgghh. He thought the cake was real.

Or maybe he just likes the taste of paper. Any word from Claire?

No, she's not returning any of my texts.

It's not like I destroyed her house or anything. Oh, wait. It is.

Dude, you didn't destroy her house. Her fake baby brother did.

Yeah, I'll be sure to mention that.

Have you thought about it? Telling her, I mean?

Telling her her baby brother's been swapped

for a shape-shifting changeling troll because of me?

- Is there a Hallmark card for that? - If there isn't, there should be.

In the meantime, ignorance is bliss,

and I've got a birthday gift for you that Aaarrrgghh cannot eat.

Toby-Pie! Why is this box empty?

Ugh, Aaarrrgghh ate the kitty litter again. Gotta go. Warhammer out.

Ew.

Oh! Wait!

Wait right there. Let me get your present ready in the garage.

The garage?

I know you've wanted this for a while, and now that you're the big one-six,

- maybe it's time. -

I think you'll get a lot of mileage out of it.

Did you seriously just get me a...?

The Food Magic 3000!

From those cooking shows you like. It slices, it dices...

And you hate it.

- No, no, Mom, it's... it's... it's great! - Oh, no! You were expecting a...

With the garage and the mileage...

- It's fine. I also wanted one of these. - We'll get a Vespa someday, Jim.

Just... You know I hate the idea of you on one of those things.

The Food Magic is perfect, Mom, really.

I can't wait to cook you something with it.

Jim! You gotta come quick! There's an emergency in... the place.

With the thing. Not even an emergency, actually. It's...

- Hey, is that a Food Magic? - 3000. I'll leave you boys to it.

But, Jim, tonight... celebration!

- Looking forward. -

Seriously, we've got a Defcon One situation in Trollmarket.

- How do you know? - I just do! Come on!

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Hurry! Run!

It's too late, Master Jim.

Aaarrrgghh has lost his mind! Save yourself!

I thought Aaarrrgghh was at your house!

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Oh, my gosh. Was it the kitty litter?

What the...?

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- - Surprise!

- Happy birthing day, Master Jim! - What?

Good actor.

Tobias informed us of your human surprise birthday customs.

Are you not surprised?

Uh... That would be one word for it.

- I was convincing. - Sixteen years! A propitious milestone.

Sixteen is when young trolls master command of their bowels.

The Hero's Forge!

Sacred proving grounds for Trollhunters past, present, and future,

reduced to mockery.

Balloons.

- Pop. - You will remove them post-haste.

I don't want anything to delay the Trollhunter's training.

- He didn't mention Claire's brother. - In his defense, he's never met Enrique.

I mean, didn't you tell him about Enrique?

Mm, it pops.

Vendel doesn't believe we have a changeling problem, Master Jim.

He certainly won't simply take my word

that Claire's brother has been replaced with one.

But he's right about your training,

and what better way to celebrate your birthing day

than to work on forestalling your dying day.

- - Mm...

You will not always be the quarry, Master Jim.

The hunted must become the hunter!

Speed and precision is the goal of this drill, Master Jim.

You must catch Aaarrrgghh without reliance upon your amulet

or the sword it manifests.

If you are without your weapon, the environment can be your weapon!

Whoa!

A weapon you use, I mean.

Master Jim does not appear to be himself.

I expected the celebration of his birthing day

to add some spring to his step.

Birthdays really aren't Jim's thing.

For creatures with such a short lifespan, I would think they would be cherished.

Uh, not for Jim. They always remind him of the day when his dad disappeared.

Interesting. I did not know Jim's father was a magician.

Mm, not "magic" disappeared.

More like "walked out 'cause he's a deadbeat" disappeared.

I'd just moved into the house across the street,

and Jim's dad got him this sweet bike kit for his fifth birthday.

And then, he just took off. The pieces laid there in the garage for years.

Last I heard, the guy ran off with his girlfriend

to be a ski bum in Vermont.

What a horrible tragedy. Made even more horrible that I had no idea.

There you go, Master Jim! That's how you...

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Gotcha.

Uh...

Mm.

This is a scale, isn't it? You've summoned a stalkling.

To do what we should have done long ago.

Stalklings are as dangerous and unpredictable

as they are uncontrollable.

We agreed that any attempt on the boy's life

would bring too much scrutiny.

Which is why I summoned the stalkling.

I'm sick of hiding in shadows

while this fleshbag stumbles closer and closer to my father's bridge.

When she gets her prey alone,

no one will ever see or hear from the Trollhunter again.

Lest they find his rotting bones.

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They open at 11:00! I'll see you inside.

Okay, cool!

Oh...

All right, chief. You ready for your birthday gift?

Are we gonna sue someone?

Nah, that's next year's gift. Hey, give me your wallet.

Maybe you don't know how this whole gift thing's supposed to work.

I've got it wired. Give me your wallet.

- Cool. We're ready. - Not this again.

Ha-ha!

Hmm.

- Huh. - Good day to you, sir!

- Lovely weather we're having. - You again?

I told your friend he can't do a test drive

unless you have a learner's permit.

Hot off the press.

- Yeah, I also need an insur... - An insurance card?

Luckily, he's still on his mother's plan.

His Social Security card. Trust me, he's got good credit.

And just for fun of it, I also have his library card,

along with signed testimonials from his teachers and friends.

Happy birthday.

But he's still only 16. Needs a signature from a parent.

Would you accept the signature of Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Washington?

Ten minutes. And it better not come back with a scratch.

- Enjoy the ride, birthday boy. -

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What the...?

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What the heck! What was that?

Steve?

Nice wheels, understudy. I knew you wanted to be me, but this is pathetic.

This is really not a good time right now, Steve.

- Time for what? - Whatever! This, you!

Whoa! You calling me out? You want to race?

No! What I want is to have nothing to do with you!

You think you can take me, buttmunch?

- Bring it! - I don't want to bring anything!

Oh, yeah, I'm totally gonna crush you!

- - Hey, look out!

- My wheels! -

Uh...

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For the glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command.

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Ah, Vendel! Just the troll we've been looking for.

Don't stop looking on my account.

But it is imperative that you look upon this.

Easy on the scruff!

And what are you staring at, grandpa? Have you never seen a changelin' before?

So, this is Trollmarket.

A changeling?

You called me crazy, but who's the mad troll now, huh?

- Behold! I have proof! - Put that thing away!

What are you trying to do? Incite a panic?

'Ey! I only came here 'cause you promised me socks to eat.

- And you'll get them. - They better be argyle.

And smelly.

Do you finally believe me? Changelings, therefore bridge.

Bridge, therefore panic. Have you heard nothing I've said?

Hole.

For once, you're right. And the horror of it.

Threat of Gunmar's exile right over our heads,

and all Trollmarket has to protect it is your human Trollhunter child.

You can trust the Trollhunter.