Gnomes and Trolls: The Secret Chamber (Tomtar & troll: Den hemliga kammaren)

Why hello there, little lady.

Go-good-mo-morning, Jalle.

Under the tongue twice a week, that stutter will be gone in no time.

For your father.

- But he doesn't stutter. - Not any more.

How is the old stag?

He shed his antlers last week... said he feels like a young buck again.

Are you sure he's not worried-

- his precious Dawn is so far from home so early in the morning?

Is there any place safer in the forest than at the gnome oak?

Absolutely not.

Junior!

- Oh my. Are you hurt? Dizzy? - Yes... no. No from that.

But from this. You're hurting me now. Mom... Ma! Please stop.

I was up all night. I thought I finally figured this invention out.

- Are you alright? - We're both fine.

- Down! Stay down! - Honey, what are you doing?

- They could still be out there! - They?

Face, Fassa... or both. They threw the boulder that...

Junior...

I thought I was clear. No more silly inventions. Look at what you've done!

They're not silly, they're my inventions. The future of our forest.

You'll not invent for one month. You'll repair this wall tomorrow-

- and you'll follow me into the forest today. I need your help.

There's a storm brewing, Junior.

That is why tonight, a full week earlier than last year-

- half our animals will commence their winter hibernation.

We're meeting them this morning to distribute their food rations.

You might want to pick that up, before you put a hole in it.

The other half depart tomorrow morning-

- so our afternoon will be spent foraging for the rest of their food.

Mama mia, che fiore bello.

Bello...

Cull your own blooms, you barbaric buffoon.

What you call me?

Buffoon. It means... mighty warrior.

I like that. Say again.

You are a buffoon.

Louder. Louder!

I shall have you know that you are the choice buffoon in all the forest!

I would suspect there isn't a more considerable buffoon in any forest!

When Fassa ask who stole these?

Face, the prodigious buffoon.

I the buffoon! Me the buffoon!

We need main course. Bird? Yes! Fassa's favorite. Crow!

Go on. Swallow your drop of the invisibility potion.

It's safe to enter now.

- No, only one drop! - But it tastes so good.

Exactly. That's a defense mechanism should it fall into the wrong hands.

Digestion of any amount more than a small drop, and one turns to stone.

- Blueberries? - 110.

- Cranberries? - 88.

- Seeds? - None?

None? Impossible. I personally picked two dozen this morning.

What did you do with my sack?

It was too heavy to carry, so I left it next to a tree-

- and when I returned, it was... taken.

Trolls don't take. They steal.

I'm sorry, Sir.

10 years ago I was pulling double the food I am today.

- You were too hard on Junior. - Today's gnome has to deal with...

...so many factors my father never could have imagined.

Like deforestation and urban sprawl. Less food, plus less forest-

- plus more animals spells trouble, Svea. Big trouble.

- Are you hearing what I'm saying? - Was my father too hard on me?

- Don't move. - Not now. - You started it. I'm finishing it.

I took an oath, Svea. I swore to the Gnome Council to defend the animals.

Don't make this about you, Jalle. It's not. It's about Junior.

Svea, next summer he turns 75-

- the age when he's to be introduced to the Gnome Council as my successor.

He's not up to their standards. They said not to present his candidacy.

Alright, enough with the theatrics.

Be still.

I think I have acorn lung.

You just made that up. Now lower your voice, you'll wake Alley.

Strangers don't get to talk to me like that. Where you been, Junes?

You got married. I was giving you space to, you know, dome sticate.

- I missed you, buddy. - Not as much as I missed you.

We have to hang again. I'm out of my feathers with chicks on the way.

- Is that mud? Gross. - Alley woke up craving s wamp worms.

For not having a backbone, those critters sure put up a heck of a...

Where are you going?

- This is blank parchment. - No, hold them up to the light.

Sneaky!

Who or what is Ofelia?

She's my ride out of the forest, and I need you to give me a boost.

I don't fly at night.

I need to be around innovators. Not at the oak with negative energy.

Every night, I look into my star viewer and wonder what's out there.

Our world is so big, but Jalle's never even let me leave the forest!

How high do I have to get you?

After we level off, you slingshot me into the prevailing wind current.

This isn't so bad.

Approaching the canopy.

Where did that come from?

Me find bigger rock.

Fassa!

Sneaks, we missed the exit.

Sneaky?

Maybe I pushed it a bit by hitting that branch, but...

- She's ripped. She can't fly. - I was in the moment, went with it.

- Why did you do that? - You deserved one last ribbing.

I'm stuck in the forest for another winter!

next time build a plane that doesn't need a kick start.

What did you say? What, now you've got nothing to say?

Leave it.

My wing!

Put me down. I want at him.

Not my face! Not my beautiful face!

- Are you alright? - Am I the buffoon?

Help me pick him up.

Forget that.

He'll be sore, but fine. And nest ridden for at least two weeks.

What would we do without you?

I want Jalle's head!

This is what you bring me? Seeds? Where's the food, you imbecile?

Blueberries are out of seas on, so I shall hope you have saved us some.

Where were you?

We agreed on a plan, but once again you went too early, without me.

You lie!

Enough.

Enough!

By the time I arrived, only the boy's flyer remained.

It's for my collection, and it doesn't even work.

No.

It's something the boy will want back. Something valuable of theirs.

Which gives me an idea.

- Lunchtime, Juju. - I'm not hungry.

It's apple sauce and goat's milk.

- And you haven't eaten all day. - I should finish before Dad gets...

You can't work on an empty stomach, Juju.

I asked you to stop calling me that. Juju's for babies.

- I told him because I love you. - Don't hide behind that excuse.

If you're fessing up, at least be honest.

I was cleaning in here and I saw the blueprints.

I don't know much, but it didn't look like it could fly.

- Do you like your bacon, Sneaky? - What?

I mean, how do you like your eggs? Scrambled? Fried? How about born?

- How's that? - We'll trade you the location of...

...Jalle's secret food chamber for the lives of your unborn twins.

We done stealing bits and pieces of food. We want mother lode!

The secret food chamber is a myth.

- I the buffoon of the forest! - I know. We all know.

We can be at your nest anytime, so you think hard about tiny bird poop.

Little birdie is gonna tell me.

- Have you chosen names yet? - Indeed, we have.

Axel for the boy and Lexa for the girl.

- I've gotten you walnuts and honey... - Sneaky, hush.

- Jalle, I'm so sorry. - You'd better be.

- I had no choice... - I told you to stay put in bed.

Jalle's offered us extra food from his secret chamber, Sneaks.

No, no. No, no...

I insist. With your injury, how can you scavenge for four mouths?

Yes, of course, Jalle. Thank you.

But first we make a stop. I need you for something else entirely.

- Junes, you in here? - Yeah.

I'm almost done. There, finally!

- Good as new. - Let's hope my Dad agrees.

Listen, Sneaks... I didn't mean for you to hurt your wing.

And so, well. I'm sorry for that.

What are you doing here anyway?

Jalle's offered Alley and I extra food for the chicks.

- That thing actually works? - of course it does.

You hear me talk about it all the time.

- I figured you were fibbing. - I tell the truth. Always.

- You get punished? - He hasn't said a word to me all day.

If he hasn't yet, he might not.

It's never good when he thinks about it for this long.

There's something I need to tell you.

Please, come with me.

I asked you to fix it with wood, nails and hard work. Not goo.

I want you to take a good long look at Sneaky.

He's married. He'll be a father with re sponsibility.

You could learn from him. He wouldn't pull that flying stunt of yours.

In risking the lives of Sneaky, Alle y-

- and the unborn chicks, you crossed a line.

So, after helping me gather Sneaky's food-

- you will hand over your lab keys and be forbidden to invent in here again.

Then you're free to flyor walk or run any where you please.

- Fine. All I need are my notebooks. - I've taken them as well.

Jalle, this is wayout of...

You don't like it, you can leave too.

Il mio fratello e il buffoon

piu grande nella foresta

Every piece matters.

Help me lift the shelf.

Dad!

We're getting back that food, Sneaks. Tonight!

Find me some rope, my Dad's forest map, and a bunch of leaves.

You have been paying attention.

I'll send Mom here first thing.

Forget me. The 'll devour that food tonight.

Go silently. Go swiftly. Go now!

And take this.

- I should earn my own. - Junior...

- I'm sorry. For everything. - Not as much as me.

Be brave, my son. Be brave.

You look good. You look great.

You the good great buffoon.

Almonds wrapped in smoked ham with celery root and thyme dressing.