Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia

What kind of nerd breaks into a museum?

Move to the middle. Pose.

Okay, come on. No, stop! Next!

I can't thank you enough for coming to the station.

They are so lucky she didn't press any charges.

Ms. Nomura is a personal friend.

She agrees with me that this was nothing more than reckless youth run amok.

I mean, who else do you think is hiding an evil troll face? Coach Lawrence? Steve?

What if Strickler's one of them?

Strickler's been teaching history at Arcadia Oaks High

since the dawn of history.

If he's one, I'm one.

I know where I've seen this bridge.

It's the same one that Blinky was talking about.

What? The Killa-thingy Bridge? That's, like, ancient history, right?

They're trying to break Gunmar out.

This is bad, Tobes. Like, "Goodbye, Arcadia" bad.

As soon as we get home, we're going to Blinky.

You really didn't have to go through all this trouble, Mr. Strickler.

Please, "Walter." I'm sorry we had to meet under this unfortunate circumstance.

There must be some way I can repay you. Coffee? Dinner? Appendix removal?

I... Coffee would be a delight. And a rain check on the appendectomy.

Looking forward to it, Walter.

Watch yourself, Young Atlas.

Next time, the consequences could be more severe.

Did you actually just ask my teacher out on a date?

Don't you make this about me. You guys broke into a museum!

And for this? You are grounded until you apologize to that woman.

You got me?

- Yes, Mom. - Yes, Dr. Lake.

Arthur! Here, boy!

Sorry, Mom.

Are you certain? Are you unquestionably, unequivocally...

I'm certain.

- Could be anything. - I concur.

Tobias' photographic skills are less than exemplary.

Okay, it's a little blurry! You try taking a picture while hauling butt, mister!

Okay, well, what about the curator? How could a person just change like that?

- What? What is it? - Changeling.

- Not helping. - Sorry.

Changelings haven't been talked about in quite some time.

- Do you mind? - Whatever.

In the Old World, Gumm-Gumms...

Fine.

...stole our young and did something unnatural to change them.

Their sole purpose: to spy on the world above.

- What did they do to them? - Nasty business. Very messy.

These are the very reasons I doubt your certainty.

I don't question you saw a bridge, but Killahead?

It would take years to collect all of the stones. Decades, even.

- You would need an army of changelings. - I know what I saw.

These are serious accusations, Master Jim. Without proof, absolute bedlam will ensue.

Well, we have to tell someone.

- This is our city, too. - Who? Our court-appointed psychiatrist?

They're never going to believe us.

Well, if it isn't the piece of flesh I'll pound into pancakes tomorrow.

I look forward to your pain and I'll drink to your death.

Death? What is he talking about? I thought this was only a rematch.

To challenge a troll's honor can only end in ruin.

It's all right there in chapter three of A Brief Recap...

- You still haven't read the book. - Now, hold on.

This fight, I don't know, maybe we can, um... postpone it?

Postpone, you say? What a trainer!

Does everyone in your company forget how to fight?

There are things that have been brought to our attention.

Things that have serious implications.

No, no, no, Master Jim! Shh!

By Kanjigar's honor, I would have made your death swift and painless,

but, for that act of cowardice,

I will show you no mercy when I take back what's rightfully mine.

Bid farewell to your loved ones, Jim "the Dead Meat."

I'm going to die tomorrow.

What was I to do? The boy turned them on me.

The goblins were supposed to hide our tracks, not lead them to us!

I will see to it that your mess is cleaned up.

I'm sorry. You've been compromised.

Please, Bular, spare me.

- Groveling, Impure? - You need me.

If you dispose of me, who will replace me? The boy already knows I'm a changeling.

How long do you think it will take for him to find out Strickler is one, too?

We'll cross that bridge when we get there... without you.

- Wait! I've acquired the Fetch! - The Fetch? More changelings?

But we are nearly finished. What good would it be to bring another...

Be quiet, Impure.

Go on.

Think how proud your father will be to see his legion grow.

Prepare the exchange.

In case we're ever one changeling short.

"Dear Claire, you're receiving this letter

because I've most likely been slaughtered by a troll."

"Claire, I don't know how to tell you this, but let me try."

"What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand of yonder knight?

She doth teach the torches to burn bright!

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night like a rich jewel."

"Beauty too rich for use.

For earth too dear, so shows a snowy dove trooping with crows.

Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight.

For I never saw true beauty till this night."

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea. My love as deep.

The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite."

She's good, isn't she?

- Yeah, she's great. - I hear... I hear some...

- Goodbye, Claire. - ...something. Ah, fudgeknuckle!

Juliet, find your mark.

Blueberry waffles? Bacon mac and cheese? Shrimp cakes? What is this, a last meal?

Well, I wanted to bake cookies, I decided to make your favorite,

and then... eh, all your favorites.

If you think this is going to get you out of apologizing to Ms. Nomura...

Hey, can't we just have dinner? We've both been so busy.

When's the last time we've really sat down and talked?

I'll set the table.

Oh! That was delicious. I don't know what I'd do without you, kiddo.

- I'd be ten pounds lighter, but... - Well, you deserve it.

Shrimp cakes? Gosh, I haven't had those since...

- Since... - Dad made them for us?

I didn't think you were old enough to remember.

Oh, I remember enough.

I remember how his beard would scratch my face when he hugged me.

How he used to make you laugh.

But, most of all, how much he hurt you when he left.

Jim, where is this coming from?

No matter what happens to me, I would never leave you like that.

At least, well... not by choice.

You're an amazing person, and I just want you to know I'll always love you.

Don't you start that talk with me.

I'm still hoping you'll end up close at an in-state college.

Now, help me clear the dishes.

We are going to wrap these up for tomorrow.

You have to give me that waffle recipe.

If there's anything I could eat forever, it's waffles.

It's here when you need it.

Whoa.

Huh.

Whoa. What?

"Weak points. Rule three: Kick him in the gronk-nuks.