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I am Mia.
Dream of some fantasy or maybe just another kind of reality There's a stare
on my ground when the darkness falls I feel like I can be a hero today
Next time we're going to do a gallop, okay? You bet.
This fellow surely deserves a nice rub down.
And some sweet carrots.
You bet.
Sarah, could you come inside, please?
Sure thing, Mom.
Be right back. Okay.
Guess what?
I found a letter from your old school in my done tray.
Is that where you put it?
I thought I put it in your to-do tray.
Did you, Sarah?
Well, it felt like your to-do tray.
Are you sure it wasn't in your to-do tray?
Well, it's great news, isn't it?
Sarah, your old school wants you to come back.
So?
So that means we could forget everything about the specialized school in Milano.
Mom, I don't even go down to the ropeway station.
Why would you even mention Milano again? That's like going to the moon.
Darling, what happens when summer's over?
You can't stay at home another year.
Why not?
I've got books.
I'm smart. I teach myself.
I'm fine.
Sarah, you're fine as long as you're here on our farm.
But the world is a much bigger place.
I love you so much, darling.
And it breaks my heart at the thought of you not having the chance to go wherever
you want to go.
To do whatever you want to do.
Because that's who you are.
Can't I wait another year?
No.
I need your decision.
And I need it soon.
Time's running out.
Go on.
Go.
Kids wipe it, Pina.
Hope, is that okay?
Yeah. I guess.
That's Carlo. What's wrong with her?
I don't know.
She's been making a racket for quite a while.
There's someone up that tree.
Doing what?
No!
Let's find out.
Ow, you stupid, crazy little bird!
Come down here and say it to my face!
Fabio? What the heck?
Are you okay?
Hi, Sarah.
Hi, Mia.
I'm fine.
The branch broke. Were you spying on us?
No.
I mean, not really.
Okay, kind of. Have you lost your mind?
I just wanted to know if you got the music.
You got it, right?
Did you dance to it?
You did! You danced to it! That's none of your business.
Oh, come on, Sara. It's like you shut me out of your life since the accident.
Why don't you want to see me anymore?
Because I can't, Fabio.
I cannot see you anymore.
Hey, guys. Mia.
Could you just give us a few minutes?
I need to talk to Fabio.
Sure, I'll just see you in a bit.
Coming.
Hi, Pia. Say your password.
To seize what is at stake, find what's needed by the snake.
Headed the right way.
Whoa!
You're going the wrong way.
Well, guess.
You're going to Polytheus' place?
Yes, to get that heart crystal piece.
Wait for me.
Good gracious.
Well, I do believe a lovely dinner would take care of that.
Buttercup, what have you done?
You've eaten everything.
All our food stalls.
Months of food.
And some things that aren't food. Wait a minute. You didn't eat. You couldn't
have.
Thank the merciful spirits of Avarice. You didn't.
Starvation is setting in, and there's nothing left.
What were you thinking?
But of course you were thinking with your prodigiously expanded belly,
weren't you? You ravenous, hard-shelled glutton!
Oh, what now?
First you eat everything, and now you're going to act like a prima donna? Good!
There's the door, right there. I'm not stopping you.
Yes, could you hurry it up a little? I haven't got all day.
Wasn't that Buttercup?
Where is she going?
Buttercup?
Elves? What do you want?
Um, we came to talk about one of your items for sale.
Welcome to my home slash emporium.
Can I offer you a snack?
Uh, no, I can see you're in far too much of a hurry to pause for snacks.
Or, um,
you didn't happen to bring a snack.
By chance?
No, we...
Now then, can I interest you in an authentic silver blue bardo? I can let
you have it for 30 gold coins.
Down payment.
Plus five gold coins a month, plus interest.
No, actually, we were looking for something else. A heart crystal.
Is this it?
Uh, no, dear. If you look closely at that one, you'll see a small
inscription.
Gargle's genuine imitation glass.
Ah, gargle.
Fascinating, talented troll from the eastern archipelago.
Nice old chap. Digs imitation glass from his very own mines, which happen to also
be his nostrils.
Huh?
No, the crystal you are looking for is far too precious for me to have on
display. How much were you hoping to overspend?
Spend? Okay, um, I brought all the coins we could spare from the treasury. My
father will be furious when he wakes up, but you can have it all.
Silver. And there are...
Twenty-seven. No, twenty-eight of them. That's it, is it?
I can throw in some royal goblets. They have gold fringes.
Dear boy, this item's worth in gold. Cannot be carried on your belt.
It would take a parade of unicorn-drawn wagons to haul that much.
What was that rumble? Your belly? I don't know. Perhaps a small earthquake.
You were saying?
Gold fringes. Well, that's all we have to offer.
Except... The undying gratitude and respect of the King of the Elves?
It's been lovely talking to you. Come back when you're fabulously wealthy.
Why do I feel like even if we did bring wagons full of gold, it still wouldn't
have been enough?
Did you hear that stomach rumble?
Sounded like he had the whole forest heard stampeding in there.
Wait a minute. The Oracle.
To seize what is at stake?
Find what's needed by the snake.
So, you think he needs a good meal?
It would have to be really good.
Anybody would trade anything for some morning juice, too.
It's worth a try.
Oh, Buttercup, where have you gone?
Don't drink and put me in charge for good reasons.
A natural born leader?
As you must admit.
Copy that.
They've just seen Polytheus for his heart crystal.
And they've gone to find something to offer in trade.
What could those meddling elves possibly trade?
They have nothing he values.
Brilliant. Neither do we.
Trade? What useless pleasantry!
Here's my plan.
March in! Seize crystal!
Leave! No muss, no fuss.
Is that infernal roach skull of yours filled with rocks?
Why would we want to steal from the only creature on this island who can be
bought? Because we're cheap.
That is why we steal from the elves.
They figure out what Polytheus wants, whatever it is. We snatch it and trade
for the crystal ourselves.
Yes!
Hmm it's good, but not good enough something is missing
I Know what it needs ambrosial sweet root no
no no you can't use that That's the rarest spice in Centopia.
It's only harvested once every 50 years.
This is all we have left. It's my father's favorite.
I want to save it for him, for when he's back.
You know, Mo, in a way, he's who we're making this for. We need that heart
crystal to get him back.
And if Polytheus is going to see this as a fair trade, this has to be the best
meal he's ever had.
You're right.
No more ambrosial sweet roots.
Gone. All gone.
Oh, wow.
I think that may be the best thing I've ever tasted.
Mmm. My father would have loved this.
Yeah, let's go.
It's showtime.
What kind of valuables need to be carried in a pot?
Copy that. The pot they carry contains a culinary treat for that snake.
Brothers, follow me to victory!
Wait!
Sure sounds sad.
There! Isn't that Polytheus' turtle?
Dinner will have to wait. Come on!
Hey there, Buttercup.
It's okay.
We'll get you out of there.
Do not let the thorns touch you. You'll be paralyzed, just like my parents.
As if I need to be reminded.
Help me pull!
I'll loosen the vines.
Get that one, Mo. Hold on, it's around her foot.
Stop them!
Mo, freeze!
After we trade this for Polytheus' crystal, maybe I'll bring back the empty
pot. In the meantime, just sit and stew!
We have to stop them!
But we can't leave Buttercup like this.
You're right.
I'll get the vines off her feet.
You're welcome.
Come on, Buttercup. We'll take you home.
Why not?
Did something happen between you and... Oh!
The food!
Polytheus must have been mad.
Did he call your names?
Poor thing.
Maybe we can still stop Gargona from making the deal.
We have to go. Now!
Don't go away. I'll have a word with Polytheus. And stay out of that vine.
We can't be too late. We can't be... Polytheus?
Elves. Again.
I am not remotely surprised.
We had something to make a deal.
Ah, but you're too late.
That Gargona and her rather dour insect associate have just paid a very handsome
price for a lovely crystal.
The deal is done.
Delicious. I'll pry that crystal out of their hands if I have to. Come, come,
little king.
Say what you will about the elves, but you're not thieves.
Hmm.
Ambrosial Sweetroot.
Harvested only by the elves, isn't it?
That's right.
Where, I asked myself, would an enemy of the elves, such as Gargona, have gotten
it? Certainly not by honest means.
As a serious businessman, I simply cannot abide thieves.
from under the elves' noses.
I commend you, General Gargoyle.
Obviously my trust was well placed.
What is written on it?
What? Written? Where?
Gargoyle's genuine imitation glass.
Blast!
It was mostly him.
Confirmed. I share her failure.
But I do offer myself, should you seek a new direction in leadership.
Uh, which means I... Get out!
Polytheus, on behalf of the elves, I thank you.
Oh, I'm sorry. Did you think I was giving you this?
We cooked you the finest morning dew stew in all Syntopia.
And it was delicious.
But did you really think I would give up my most wondrous, precious, expensive
item? For only a meal.
Um,
Polytheus, where's Buttercup?
Why?
Have you seen her?
Is she back, perchance?
What if we knew where she was, and we could take you to her?
What would that be worth to you?
Buttercup?
There you are!
Gad Bodkins, don't you think it's time you came home?
Still the prima donna. I command you to come back home where you belong.
You promised me Buttercup would come home. Now look at her. Stubborn beast.
She's not the only one.
Are you insinuating something?
Polytheus, she's not stubborn. She's hurt.
So am I. She ate all my food.
You called her names.
So, why can't she... Why can't you?
You mean... Really?
Buttercup, I apologize.
I'm sorry for all that I've said to you. I'm sorry.
Now won't you please come home?
I miss you.
I guess now we know what he really needed.
I never knew a snake and a turtle hugging could make me so happy.
See you soon, guys. Bye, Mia.
Bye.
I hope today's the day where all friends make up.
Please don't be arguing.
Okay, okay. I see you still got it.
You guys, everything okay?
Yeah.
So... So, friends again?
Yes.
Okay, so leg, and then you move back.
Then you do it again!
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