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Keep your heads on a swivel.

Our little friend could pop out anywhere!

Ugh, this just got personal.

Stand back, crew. This mole monster’s mine!

Huh?

Should I at least get an ice pack?

Captain says he’s got this.

Dad!

Why won’t you stay still?

Oh.

Run, Lana! I can’t protect you!

But Boomie can.

Yes! Boomie for the win.

Smilecrusher.

No!

So many quests and victories together.

Farewell, old friend.

If it helps, I can crush some smiles for you.

Thanks, Hugo. But it’ll never be the same without Smilecrusher.

I couldn’t even protect my daughter.

Oh, I’m fine. I’m more worried about you.

Just pick another weapon.

Hey, that’s mine.

This is the only weapon I’ll need from now on.

Perfect for a soft food diet.

Even the soup’s too hot for me.

Set sail for Shediac.

It’s time for this old buccaneer to retire.

Greta, you gotta fix Smilecrusher.

12-millimeter wrench.

Pliers.

Screwdriver.

We did all we could.

I’m calling it.

Time of hammer death...

Wait. Made in TTTT?

- Where’s that? - There!

- Uh... - Rude.

No, my helmet’s from the same place.

Trixie Trinket’s Treasure Trove.

A megastore for adventures.

Hmm. Says it’s still under warranty.

So we can still fix it?

Ha! Always read the small print.

Change course!

Is the soup cold yet?

Huh?

This isn’t Shediac.

Welcome to Trixie Trinket’s Treasure Trove.

Lana, no amount of shopping therapy

will help me get over losing my dearest friend.

No. Smilecrusher’s still under warranty.

We might be able to save it. It’s worth a try, right?

What? I owe you this one last quest, old friend.

Vamoose!

Whoa.

Wow.

Welcome to my treasure trove.

Tiny prices for big adventures.

Trixie Trinket, at your service.

The Mr. Trinket, who I only just heard of?

Please, you gotta fix my dad’s hammer.

Oh, fiddlee-dee.

One hour left on the warranty? I’d better leave you

in the trusty hands of my Trixters.

Don’t miss our monstrous Black Magic Friday sales.

Up to 50% off.

All right. State the name of your hammer model,

year of purchase, and cause of malfunction.

Well, Smilecrusher and I have shared adventures for ages,

until it met its demise

in the jaws of that giant star-nosed mole!

Hmm, a giant star-nosed mole?

The warranty only covers regular giant moles.

He’s kidding. He broke it building a birdhouse.

My dad’s just a humble carpenter.

All clients claims must be backed up by demonstration.

Trixie Trinket policy.

Oh.

See? Nailed it.

Sorry. The rules are clear.

If your birdhouse is as wobbly as your lie,

the guarantee does not apply.

Well, I’d say a bird’s approval counts more than yours.

So, booyah!

A-boo, a-yah. A-boo, boo, a-yah. A-boo...

I’ll let you proceed to the customer service desk

if you stop dancing.

Thank you, little... Uh, kind sir.

Now, if you could direct us there?

How big is this store? There’s gotta be a faster way.

My dad’s feet are, uh, old and flappy.

Oh, dear, never fear,

for our most valued customers are welcome to use

the VIP express lane.

Just keep your hands inside at all times.

Why do we gotta keep our hands inside?

Never question a good thing.

This is the express lane?

You’re a sweet kid, Lana.

But tell me, why do you care so much about Smilecrusher?

Well, ’cause, um, you care.

And that means I care about Smilesmasher,

Captain Dad.

Smilecrusher.

But you’re going even more overboard with this than me.

With this Thermos Hammer, you can obliterate monsters

and keep your coffee warm.

Uh, I’m a one-hammer man.

Hey, Bonetrembler.

Find the best route to Doom Island.

Calculating. Avoiding troll toll.

The Jinglehammer crushes your enemies

with your own theme tune.

Fishsticks.

I just wanna fix my dad...’s hammer. Huh?

Yes!

Customer service at last.

Sorry, but we’re coming through! This is an emergency!

Manners much?

Grab a number and wait in line like the rest of us.

I inherited mine from me ma, who inherited it from me granny.

I promise Morningstar Maggie will be good as new, Granny.

We can’t wait two generations.

I wanna speak to the manager.

Oh my, how time flies.

No need to worry. Just sign here

and I’ll take care of all this personally,

lickity split, or my name’s not Trixie Trinket.

A pen. I need a pen! Anyone got a pen?

My ship for a pen!

Pens for sale! Phoenix feather or Kraken ink?

Haunted grammar teacher’s pen

which highlights your mistakes in blood red?

Ah, the Prankster Pen 3000.

Excellent choice.

You... Oh, who the...?

Oh, bad luck. The warranty’s just expired.

But don’t worry, you can just buy a new hammer.

Oh, it’s hopeless, Lana.

Smilecrusher shall crush no more.

And neither shall I.

Maybe we can get to Shediac in time for dinner.

It’s soup night, like every night.

No! You can’t retire. ’Cause I...

I’m not ready to quest without you, Dad.

We barely just started.

You know what?

I’ve never had so much fun

than adventuring with you, Lana.

Soup can wait.

Now let’s show Trixie Trinket what us Longbeards are made of.

Listen up, everyone.

What are we? Numbers on a ticket stub?

Zombie-brained consumers?

No! We should be feeling the salty wind of adventure

on our hairy cheeks, not shopping.

Isn’t that what Granny would want?

We’re not mere customers.

-We are questers! -Questers!

For Granny!

Uh oh, are my customers getting hangry?

Then make sure to check out our sea monster meatballs

in the food court!

Oh!

You’d have a better chance at hitting me

with the newer model.

Check out our latest catalog!

Oh.

Oh, dear. This is so last year.

Here, try our fall collection.

Lana!

You had your chance.

But without my superior product, you are all out of luck.

Oh, wait.

Weapons don’t quest. Adventurers do!

Should’ve made a lava-proof model!

Ha-ha! I knew you still had some fire left.

So, can we keep questing together,

even without Smilecrusher?

How about we quest together with Smilecrusher?

Ah, reunited at last, old friend.

Next.

Oh.

So, what’s our next adventure?

A trip to the food court.

I hear they have a bottomless meatball buffet.

Oh, I don’t wanna know what’s at the bottom of that.

I snuck me one of those thermos hammers.

Good for keeping soup warm.

Ooh! Ah! Too warm! Too warm.

Wow, someone’s a goldilocks.

Ah, Dad.