Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia

21: Party Monster

"Okay," Jim said. "We wait until he's asleep."

"I use my shadow staff to get us in," Claire said.

"And I ever so gently remove the ring from his finger," Jim said.

"Hold up there, Mr. Storyteller," Toby said. "Do changelings even sleep?"

"Good point, Tobes. New plan. We spike his coffee with extra strength cold medicine."

"I use the shadow staff," Claire said.

"And I bring my Warhammer," Toby said. "In case that doesn't knock him out."

"And I ever so gently—"

"Wait," Claire said. "What if he's not alone? His office was guarded last time."

"Okay," Jim said. "Fine. We spike the coffee."

"Shadow staff," Claire said.

"I use my Warhammer," Toby said. "To take out his goons."

"Then," Jim said. "I ever so gently remove the ring."

"But what if it doesn't come off?" Toby asked.

"Why would it not come off?"

"I don't know. Maybe, it's glued on, or he added a few pounds."

"Why would it be glued on, you dingus?" Claire asked.

"You said you had to be ready for every precaution," Toby said.

"He's waking up!" Claire said.

"How is he waking up?" Jim asked. "This isn't even really happening!"

"Cut off his hand!" Claire told him.

"What?"

"Use your sword! Hurry! Do it!"

"No! I'm not gonna cut—"

"Do it!" Toby said. "Before it's too late!"

Wait!" Toby said, bringing them back into reality. "If you chop off his hand, you chop off your mom's hand too, remember?"

"I forgot," Jim said. "Angor Rot's spell. We're not ready. There's too much risk."

"But Angor Rot said if you don't get the ring, he's coming back for you," Claire said.

"We'll figure this out, Jimbo," Toby told him. "It's not like we don't have a secret Trollmarket right under our feet filled with crazy magic."

Jim and Toby walked out of Claire's house. "Are you sure you don't want to come?" Jim asked Claire.

"Sorry," Claire said. "My Parents are on a weekend trip, so Mary and Darci are coming over for a girls' night. Just keeping up appearances. You know what I mean."

"Girls?" Toby asked. "I love a good pillow fight."

"Just ignore that," Jim said. "We'll let you know if we find anything, okay?"

They walked away and she closed the door. She heard the sound of glass shattering and went into the kitchen, slipping spilled soap. "What are you doing out of your crib?" she asked.

"Tryin' a new recipe," Not-Enrique said. "Wanna taste?" he put a dirty sock in the blender and turned it on.

She walked over to him and turned it off. "Just because my parents are gone, doesn't give you free rein to do whatever. I'm still your older sister, you little troll!"

"Technically, I'm a few centuries older, so I should be the one babysittin' you, sponge face!"

"I've had it with you! Ever since you've replaced my brother, all I do is cover for your awful existence! I'm the one who gets blamed for everything! My dad wants me to see a shrink for ordering $900 worth of socks online!"