Original subtitles

I am Mia.

I explore this wondrous place Is it just a dream or some fantasy Or maybe

just another kind of reality As I stand my ground when the darkness falls I

feel like I can be a hero today

Thank you.

Luciana, this mountain honey is not just honey. It's poetry on my tongue.

If you stay here, you can get it every day.

And you're welcome to stay longer. You know that.

I know, but I can't.

I really have to get back today.

I told you, Mia.

At least I take a full jar of mountain honey home.

Definitely.

Luchan and I put an extra jar aside for you. Thank you.

Wolfie, you'll hurt yourself.

Come on.

And why is Wolfie in the kitchen?

I'm sorry, Mom. He was hungry like us.

I'm so sorry, Annie.

Stay down.

But this was our last honey jar.

Too bad.

Well, what can we do?

Go away.

Hey, we can harvest some fresh honey.

Fabio's a beekeeper, right?

Oh, yeah. I'll call him now.

Harvesting honey?

I'm in.

Imagine being one of them.

You mean with wings?

Like an elf?

With a sting like a bee.

Hi, everyone.

Hey. Hi.

Oh, here comes Fabio on his bike.

Still riding your bike? I thought you'd come up here on Alberto.

Alberto's a horse.

Oh, don't worry, Sarah.

I'm improving.

Says who?

You know, Fabio doesn't like horses.

Speaking of improving, I heard you met Mr. Maloney.

Did he convince you to come back to school after summer?

Let's just change subjects, okay?

Our deal is still on, right?

Of course it is.

Deal?

It's kind of a long story.

I don't need to know.

So, Fabio, you gonna teach an old adventurer how to harvest some honey?

You know, Fabio, I've read my fair share about beekeeping.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

I even thought about getting my own hives.

Cool. Really?

Sure, why not?

You know, I've always been a natural with animals.

You know that, Mia.

Are you? I mean, you and bees?

Thank you, Fabio. I've always wanted to do this.

You're welcome.

He's my man.

Oh, boy.

She's handling it quite well.

Aunt Annie the Bee Whisperer.

You don't think it's a cup of tea, huh?

She loves honey, but she will hate getting stung.

She won't, if she doesn't panic.

Okay, now take the brush and carefully sweep off the remaining bees.

No, no frantic movements or you'll rouse the bees.

What's happening? Is it a sticky glove?

A brush?

Easy, Auntie, easy!

Oh, no. Uh-oh. What's happening?

Sorry.

Why did the stupid bees have to panic?

Because you panicked first.

I did?

Thank you, Luciana.

That really is a relief.

Baking soda and water helps getting out the venom.

So, Annie, you still want to get into beekeeping?

Of course I do. I mean, I love honey.

I'll be right back.

Say your password. Where hearts grow in the wooded glen.

The seeds of their love must sprout again.

Isn't it swell?

No, it's freezing.

Maybe I'll see the swell part once I stop, you know, freezing.

That was a good one. Hey, Mia. Hey, Mo.

Might as well get used to those. The north breeze comes in every year, but

never as strong as this.

Or as cold.

Isn't it swell?

What's it say to get her down?

Hill? A sleet storm?

Wouldn't kill anyone to cover up a window in this place.

They're warriors, not carpenters.

I can't take this anymore.

Find yourself an axe and follow me. I feel like burning something.

Where hearts grow in the wooded glen, the seeds of their love must sprout

again. Could be the heart valley.

That's kind of a glen. And the heart leaf tree grows there.

Huh, what better place to find a heart crystal, right? But it's pretty far

inland. If we're going, we better get moving. One of us is already moving.

Come on!

Copy that again?

You want me to chop off some of the night vine?

No, I want you to burn some of the night vine.

The chopping is just a preliminary step.

We do not chop or burn the night vine.

Why not?

It is from our home. I would sooner take off your head.

than any part of that beautiful plant.

Try it, roach coach.

Do not tempt me.

This island is full of trees.

Disgustingly cutesy, fritzy trees.

Burn one of them instead.

Ingenious, brother.

A top-notch strategy.

I know a tree that would burn longer and sweeter than anything else on this

accursed island.

It's so beautiful.

Let's kill it!

Sorry.

I cannot feel threatened by something that has love literally written all over

it.

Let it go. We're here for the tree.

I can take windy.

I can take cold.

But both is just cruel.

Don't need a translation for that.

Somebody needs help.

Come on. We need to move.

This was... The heartleaf tree. Why

would they do this?

The unicorn of hearts!

She says this tree was her home and her only source of food.

Her unicorn tear might heal it!

Even that can't bring it back.

I'm sorry we weren't here in time.

Figs? She says she lives off the figs from the tree.

Now that it's gone, she'll starve.

The seeds of their love must sprout again.

We've got to replant the tree and the figs the seed. There's got to be one

left around here somewhere. Find one!

Dax and his bugs took everything.

Oh, great.

They're probably all back at their castle by now. And there's no way we're

getting in there.

Maybe not us.

Hey!

Oh,

you. If you're after something for free, then my answer is as it always is.

No. Polytheus, where are you headed? Not that it's any business of yours.

But I'm headed to the Dark Castle.

Unlike present company, Gargona is a good, paying customer. We need a favor.

Did you hear that, Buttercup? Favor. As if the elves think I know what that

strange word means.

Uh, not a favor. A deal. With profit.

Profit. That word I understand.

We need you to buy something.

From Gargona. A fig.

Shaped like a heart. You can negotiate whatever price you want.

And we'll buy it from you for... For how much?

One unicorn tier.

I must be off.

Kargona will expect a discount if I'm late.

Two unicorn tiers.

It's all we have.

Done! I will meet you back here once I've acquired the item. No!

I mean, I'll have to come with you. Forgive me, but I just thought you said

you expect me to bring the mortal enemy of Gargona alongside me into her home.

But no, you couldn't have said that, because that would be ridiculous.

For once, I sort of agree with him. Me too, actually.

Do you trust him to make this deal? Good point. I'll go. No, too risky.

I will banish the thoughts.

I'm not risking my reputation by taking any of you.

The deal is off. What?

Forward, buttercup.

You can set up shop in the Elven Crater on the steps of the palace for a whole

week.

I can't believe I just said that.

And the two unicorn tears?

Fine.

Splendid. But I'm only taking one of you. The least troublemaker.

You.

I'll be fine, guys.

I know what I'm doing.

And I need you both outside to guard our escape route.

Oh, and send a butterfly to Anchao. We might need him. Will do.

Good luck, Mia.

You know, if I actually were to take on an apprentice...

He wouldn't look nearly as ridiculous as you.

It's part of the deal.

Do not make me regret this.

Although I already am.

Must we really go through this

search every time? Why would I do anything to upset my very best

customers?

That's just my new apprentice.

Nothing to concern yourself over.

Much appreciated.

Well, it is.

Did you bring the item I asked for? Why, certainly, if you'll allow me to find it

for you.

You smell like an elf.

Elves? I can't stand those guys.

With all their giggling and their unicorns. I'm a fallen elf.

Where from?

Exactly.

I'm well-traveled. So don't you dare lie, or I can make things rough.

The kingdom of Spaghetti-topia.

Surely you remember being there.

The name Dax is legendary in Spaghetti-topia. Even more feared than

the name of Lord Dracon himself.

Oh, of course.

Spaghetti-topia. Fine kingdom, huh? I've always meant to return.

Here you are.

Exotic perfumed chitin wax.

It'll give your shell a king-like shine.

I sometimes have a problem with lotions. You know, itching in places.

This is all natural.

Perfect. Now hurry. Gargona is waiting.

Polytheus! You're late.

A discount would leave me penniless, my dear, sudden to starve to death as the

north breeze freezes me to my bones.

You know the feeling, do you not?

You brought what I asked? Plush throne cushion for delicate sitting muscles.

Extra plushy. And it's the plushiest anyway.

Harvested from plush trees in the plush mountains right under the plush clouds.

Yes, it is.

Helping ourselves to a snack, are we, fallen elf?

What do you think of my polish?

Shiny, huh?

Hey!

Save some of those things for me, you hoggish bug.

You snooze, you lose.

They are yummy.

There we are. That's everything.

Here's your pay. There's the door.

Thank you, and ta-ta.

Polytheist?

Oh,

yes.

All this gratitude of yours has left me slightly peckish.

How much for that delicious-looking fig thing?

Half a coin?

I think not.

I tried.

Did you eat the last one? I told you to save some for me.

Oh, how selfish of me. Don't worry. There's still a few over there.

Those are rotten.

I'm already sick enough without you. I'll take one.

I'll trade for one. Trade what?

Ah, a unicorn, dear.

A high price for a rotten fruit. Why do you want it so badly?

Who is this, anyway?

Some fallen elf.

She looks for me.

We can keep talking, and you can stop sneezing. With this.

That was my unicorn tear. Well, maybe if you traded for the fig, like you

promised to.

I feel so much better.

What are the odds a fallen elf would be carrying a unicorn tear?

Pilfered it from Spaghetti-topia, I believe.

Spaghetti-topia? What kind of noodle-headed unicorn lives there?

Halt! Don't halt! Don't halt!

Halt!

Greetings, friend.

Aren't we sporting a proper polish today? I must say, Dax, that wax

certainly becomes you, don't you think?

It's shiny. It really is.

You!

Go, Buttercup!

Seize them!

Hey, Agli!

Leave that exit open, will ya?

Hey guys!

So close a whiff.

Flowers?

Thanks, An Chao. You saved the day.

Even further?

That's deep enough, I guess.

She wants you to dig deeper. Really? Well, she's the boss.

And I need the exercise.

No way!

How did you know?

Thanks.

Goodbye, rotten old fig.

Hello, new heartleaf tree.

I hope.

Anchao, you're up.

I think she likes it.

Spaghetti-topia.

It shall not happen again.

Ever.

That wax Polytheist sold you.

Do you think it burns?

I have no idea.

Why do you ask?

Mmm.

Perfumed.

The deal was for two.

The deal was for you to buy one of those figs. You're lucky I'm giving you this

much.

Hmm.

You drive a hard bargain, Mia. But should you ever do wish to apprentice,

I'll be trading my wares on your palace steps for an entire week.

Forward, Buttercup.

A thousand thanks again. You have no idea how important this is.

She says a thousand thanks for the tree.

It's important, too.

Well, save some of those figs for me.

You bet.

Okay.

Oh, there you are, Mia.

It's time to say goodbye.

Already?

I'll guide you over to the ropeway station.

Thank you, Luciana. I really appreciate it. And thank you for all your

hospitality.

It's our pleasure.

And if you ever want honey... Come back.

You bet.

So, yeah, I'll come and pick you up at the end of the holidays.

If I don't come before that for my honey.

I'll see you then.

Bye, you guys. Enjoy the rest of your summer.

Bye. Bye-bye.

Come on, it's time.

Bye, honey.

Stay away from those bees.

So, guys, how about we take a ride on Pepino and go into town?

Ha, ha, ha.

Very funny, Mia.