It had been a few days since the marra fiasco. Hilbert went out of the apartment to clear his thoughts and stress. He decided to give Hilda some space so they won't be at each other's throats. Recently, Vivian has been showing him some of her writing that she decided to make into stories. "So, what do you think?"

Hilbert seemed to be impressed with what he witnessed. "You know, this ain't bad. You seem to be skilled at these types of things."

"Thanks," Vivi smiled. "My brother helped with these before. He took a creative writing class before."

"You know, I've been wondering. Have you ever been into any hangouts before?"

"Not sure," Vivi pondered. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, considering Hilda and her pals usually head out to have adventures, I just assumed we would have our own area to hang around whenever we don't get involved." Hilbert pondered.

"That isn't a bad idea. Question is, where would we have that?"

Hilbert recalled one time when he helped Hilda and friends get their first badge, he passed by a junkyard. The boy snapped his fingers in excitement. "That's it!"

Vivi wondered what the hell was up with him. "Have you been drinking?"

"The junkyard has a shed there. If we can clear up some stuff, that can be our space," Hilbert nodded. "Not to mention that it would be easier for me to build my inventions without any disruptions."

"And we can hang out more often, right?" Vivi hung upside down from a tree branch.

Hilbert was annoyed, but he had to agree. "Yes. We can hang out more."

Vivi smiled as she shook Hilbert. "Awesome! I'm your new partner! Yay!"

"What? No, no 'yay'!" Hilbert cried while mockingly repeating that last part. "You're my acquaintance."

Before anything else happened, Vivi started smelling something. "Is it me, or is it something burning here?"

"Come to think of it, I can smell it too," Hilbert felt something warmer. He looked up and seen that his hair was on fire. "Crap! Crap! Crap!"

Hilbert ran to the nearest fountain and dunked his head on the water. After sighing in relief, he heard some laughter. The boy noticed Trevor and his cronies chortling. "What the hell are you laughing at?"

"Just sitting here and watching the boy burn," Trevor stifled his laughter while throwing away his box of used matches. "Can't bottle up all your information like that, can you?"

The goons laughed as they walked away. Hilbert grumbled as Vivian dried him off. "How I hate that bastard."

Vivi frowned. "That's pretty much another reason to create that hangout. To get away from bastards like Trevor."

"Seems like a plan to me. Let's go to the junkyard,"

As the two kids walked by Trolberg, they failed to notice some small creatures that were on the nearby grounds.

Later, Hilda was with her friends David and Frida on some field. At first, they were doing some errands, but they were now being chased by some rabid dogs.

"Damn!" Frida cried. "We shouldn't have taken that shortcut!"

"Honestly I have to agree with Frida here," David panted.

Hilda noticed a pipe ahead and felt a lightbulb light above her head. "Come on, guys! Let's lead them here!" The girl sped ahead.

Not having much of a chance. David and Frida followed. The three children suddenly stopped on the side of the road. The rabid dogs tried to change their direction, but the trail was too slippery. They ended up entering the pipes at high speed. Upon exiting, they landed on the ground. The dogs growled at the kids before flipping them off and running off.

"Phew. That was close," Hilda panted.

"That's the last time we take a shortcut!" Frida barked.

"Yeah, I knew going through the backyard of that grumpy man was risky," David dusted himself.

"Well, excuse me, princess," Hilda rolled her eyes.

"Anyway," Frida got back on track. "We have to resume our plan for getting the next sparrow scout badge. We can't afford any more distractions!"

"What's our assignment?"

"A total of 10 plants must be gathered for us to get the botany badge. They all must be unique." Frida checked the source.

"Perhaps we can get Hilbert to help us?" David suggested.

Hilda was unsure about that suggestion. "He's not good at those type of things by hand. He just makes inventions to do his work."

Just as the three kids were talking, they ended up being drenched in water. Hilda looked up to see it was the same grumpy man that owned the backyard they went across. He was using a hose. "You damn kids get off my property!"

This was enough for the three of them to start dashing away and reach their path to Gorrill Gardens. Hilda still heard the man threatening to call the cops on them if they trespassed again. "Damn, I think I see some crabgrass there!"

"Let's go!" David took the lead, with the other two kids following him.

In the Trolberg junkyard, Hilbert and Vivian made their way to the entrance. They can tell there was a lot of work to handle. And half of the place was covered by graffiti.

"This isn't exactly what I had in mind, but it will do." Hilbert rubbed his hands.

"What do you propose we do next?" Vivi wondered.

"Perhaps gather some broken parts to make some sort of mini apartment for us here. Thought we might have to clear up stuff here so we can get rid of stuff such as rodents and skunks,"

Before Hilbert could grab a piece of machinery, he felt an arrow hit him. "Ow!"

Vivian's eyebrows raised and checked the damage. There was a little bruise on Hilbert's cheek. "What the hell was that?"

Hilbert winced as he removed the arrow. He cringed again when another arrow struck him, this time below his lip. The boy covered his injury as he removed the arrow. "This hurts like hell."

Suddenly, Vivian felt the ground rumble, even if it was only small. "Do you hear that?"

Hilbert looked to see that there were some small figures in the distance. Before he could say anything, he felt his legs grabbed together. He looked down to see some small elves tying his legs together. Surprisingly, their strength pushed Hilbert to the ground. "Agh!"

Vivian was surprised at this occurrence. It wasn't before long that some bullets were being fired at her. "Ow! What the heck?!"

Hilbert knew that there wouldn't be a chance for Vivian to negotiate with the elves since she hadn't signed the paperwork yet. He knew that she had to consult with Hilda and Alfur regarding that. "Get back to my place!"

"What?!"

"Go back to my apartment and talk to my sister! You need to sign the paperwork to see the elves!" Hilbert cried.

"But I can't just leave you here!"

"You must! Sign the paperwork!"

Vivi hesitated to leave her friend, but she had no chance. She dashed away to her destination. Hilbert looked up to see that elves cornered his body. He saw a muscular one on top of his nose. He carried a club and struck it at the boy on the face, knocking him unconscious.

Vivian managed to get inside Hilda's home. She panted after doing all that running while going inside. Hilda and Frida noticed the red-haired girl.

"Whoa. What the hell happened to you?" Frida wondered.

"I'll explain it in a bit," Vivian wiped the sweat off from her forehead. "I need to start signing paperwork so I can see the elves."

"Let me guess: elf attack?" Hilda asked.

"How did you know?"

"Well, considering how part of your hair has holes and you got some bruises, there's no chance no other thing caused it," Hilda finished as Frida signed her paperwork. "Not to mention that the same thing happened to us and they took our friend."

"Might as well dash on it if we want to save David from the perils he will be facing," Alfur smiled as he provided the paper for Vivi to print her name.

Once the necessary paperwork was given, Alfur was able to be seen by more people. "Good to be visible by more faces!"

"Yeah, it is," Frida replied. "But we can't chat here all day, we have to get David back!"

"Let me guess: some elf warriors kidnapped him?"

"How'd you guess?" Hilda raised an eyebrow.

All Vivian did was shrug her shoulders.

"Who the heck are the elf warriors?" Frida wondered.

"We can talk about it while we go find David, come on!" Hilda ran out to the door.

"Vivi, are you coming?" Alfur wondered.

"Wish I could," Vivi shrugged her hands. "But I have to Hilbert to get out of his own situation."

Hilda rolled her eyes. "Of course,"

Speaking of whom, the boy was still asleep. He felt some small poking on his cheeks, though all he did was mumble about them. It wasn't until his head was shaken, followed by a smack on the face. "Huh? Where am I?"

"I'll be the one asking the questions, little bastard," a gruff voice was heard.

Hilbert woke up and saw that he was tied up. He tried to break out of the ropes, but it was too strong. He noticed some small creatures looking angry at him. They were trolls that look like Alfur, but much hairier. The boy noticed they all carried spears.

"I can't wait to roast this varmint for ribs!" one elf chortled.

"His eyeballs will make great soccer balls!" another laughed.

Hilbert was getting annoyed. "Crap. Just what I needed."

"His fingers can be used as hot dogs!"

"Enough!" a voice bellowed. Suddenly, all the elves took a step back and lowered their spears. Hilbert looked up to see a man around his early 60's stand above him. Despite his age, he was tall, he can still move normally, and he was skinny. And boy, was he mad.

"Damn," Hilbert said. "The last thing I'd ever expected was elves working together with a human."

"Shut up and hand it over!"

Hilbert was confused. "I beg your pardon?"

"Are you deaf?! Hand me my sword!"

The boy was flabbergasted. A 64-year-old man having possession of a sword? This was one of the craziest things he ever heard of. "You got a sword?"

"Had. Until you and a couple of hooligans stole it!"

Hilbert did not understand the situation until he figured out who the man was referring to. Trevor and his gang must have trespassed in his property and stole his prized possession. "Oh, excuse me there. I wouldn't steal your sword. That's something an enemy of mine would do."

"Nice story," the man scoffed before pulling out something sharp. It was revealed to be a pocketknife. He aimed it towards Hilbert, causing the boy to gulp. "However, mine is better. Wanna hear it?"

"No thank you,"

"Too bad!" the man grunted. "Here's a short one I got. It is called the ugly little bastard. Once there was an ugly little bastard. He was so ugly that he died. The end."

"That didn't help at all," Hilbert whined as the pocketknife got closer. While he braced himself, a door was burst open. Hilbert, the old man, and the elves looked up.

"Not if I have to say anything about it!" Vivian proudly stood. She held up a club with spikes. "So, care to explain what's going on?"

"Vivi, there's something you need to know. This guy got ransacked by Trevor and his cronies! They even stole his sword." Hilbert explained.

"I can see that," Vivi scratched her hair. "What I'm confused about is why this guy is hanging around with the elves."

An elf that seemed to be the leader of them spoke up. "This individual has provided us with food, shelter, and warmth when we are unable to. We were getting ambushed by some beasts until the man rescued us."

The man cracked his knuckles. "Those rabbits were a heap of trouble, stealing the food I was making. Scaring them off was a hassle. We keep intruders like you away from this area until you! And now that I got you, I can get my sword back."

"Sir, with all due respect, this blue hair kid did not steal your weapon," Vivi explained. "Some brown hair goon by the name of Trevor is the culprit. Even his pals were part of that scheme. Tell you what, we will get your sword back from them."

"How will I know if you actually keep your word?" The man raised an eyebrow.

"Easy, you keep Hilbert here as a prisoner until you receive your sword back!"

Hilbert was in disbelief hearing this. "WHAT?!"

This was enough to make the old man make a smirk. "You got yourself a deal!"

Hilbert glared at Vivian before she shook the guy's hand. "Are you drunk?! You can't leave me here with these clowns!"

The man and elves angrily looked at the boy. One even pointed its dagger at the boy's face. "Who are you calling clown, bastard?"

"Hilbert, don't go anywhere. I'll deal with Trevor!" Vivi headed out the door.

Hilbert sighed. "I'm screwed."

Back with Hilda and Frida, they were busy going on their errand to rescue David. What they didn't expect was that they ended up bumping into Vivian by accident.

"Damn!" Frida cried.

"Hey, watch where you're going, bastard!" Hilda called out before seeing Vivian. "Oh! Sorry there, Vivi!"

Vivi dusted herself off. "It's fine, girls. I'm on a task to accomplish. How are things going with rescuing David?"

Frida pinched her nose. "Those elves are not making it easy. They shot an arrow on my neck."

"Not to mention that Trevor threw dynamite at me near the statue!" Hilda complained while putting out the small fire in her hair. "That little rascal is such a dick!"

Vivi winced upon seeing her friends in pain. "You guys need rest."

"As much as we love to do that, we can't, Vivi," Hilda shook her head. "David's counting on us to save him."

"Makes sense. I got to get Hilbert out of his situation as well. That reminds me, do you have a crowbar I can borrow?"

"Actually, I don't have one. Why do you need one?" Hilda wondered before coming up with her conclusion.

"Eh, I have my ways," Vivi started her trek to find Trevor, leaving the other two kids puzzled.

"That really didn't answer your question," Frida commented.

At another part of Trolberg, several kids were hanging around. Kelly was assaulting a pig with an ax, Bagsy was chowing down on bacon, Anders was blowing up another house with dynamite, and Trevor sat on his chair, smoking a cigar. "This is life. Total mischief is worth living for."

"Hey, boss," Kelly came back a turkey leg. "You still remember that time where we nabbed that blade from that old geezer?"

"Yeah, I got it right here," the boy wielded the sword that belonged to the old man. "Tossing stones at that hobo was easier than doing it to birds."

"You should have seen his squashed face when I sent a boulder after him!" Basgy chortled.

"But seriously, what if that guy comes back for that sword?" Anders wondered. "We felt like ants biting us back there."

"Oh, we keep that sword guarded, I'll tell you that," Trevor discarded his cigar. "Anyone that tries to steal it, we give them hell!"

Trevor cleaned up the sword for a bit until one of his pals came running to him. "Red alert! Red alert!"

"What's going on?"

"Some red-haired chick is coming this way!" the kid panted. "And that she is gonna steal your weapon!"

Trevor was surprised to hear this amount of news. He knew that he couldn't go down without a fight. "Fellas, time to arm yourselves to the teeth! Let's show the intruder what we got!"

Back with Hilbert, he was getting tortured and teased by his captors. Some elves threw fruit at his face, some threw mud at his cheeks, even the man kept hitting the boy with a broom. "This is the most fun I had in years!"

Hilbert was getting annoyed by this. "You really think this is gonna get your sword back?"

"No, but it's enjoyable to have a hostage around!" an elf claimed as he bounced off Hilbert's ear.

After a bit of lollygagging, the man had an idea. He got up and untied Hilbert, but not before informing the elves to point their weapons at the hostage while doing so. "We got some stuff to settle. And I need you to do them for me, kid."

Hilbert wasn't too impressed to do any chores since today has been a rough day for him. Last time he did a favor for someone, it was for Hilda, and he still didn't forget how he got assaulted by a group of teenage girls for spying on them. He still remembered how David's marra flipped him off. Still, this was a way for him to keep himself occupied from being killed. "Fine. What do you want me to do?"

The man hassled the boy outside while the elves followed. Hilbert can see that the junkyard was a mess. He noticed that the man attached a collar on him, with a chain to attach it to the junkyard. The man pulled out his sunglasses. "Your job is here to grab all this junk and transfer it to the incinerator. This place is a pigsty!"

Hilbert rolled his eyes. "That's the point of a JUNKYARD, genius."

The man ignored that insult. "Just get to work, you slacker! Unless you want your hair set on fire again."

Hilbert started to pick up several objects and place them on a conveyor belt. Upon pushing a lever, they were transported to a big hole. There was some crunching, punching, burning, and destruction heard. "Man, that brings some familiar sounds from my inventions."

"Less yakking, more working!"

The boy rolled his eyes as he resumed his work. This better not last all day. Vivian, you better know what you're doing.

"I got no idea what I'm doing!" Vivi cried while she was being chased by a boulder. It has been hell for the young girl for the past hour. She tried to sneak to Trevor so she can claim the sword back, but it hasn't been easy. She had been shot, pushed, crunched, impaled by spikes, burned by torches, attacked by vitra, and kept falling all the way to the ground. Vivi managed to avoid getting crushed by the boulder as she zigzagged to a corner. The girl sighed in relief as she took another step. This was a fatal mistake, as she felt her hair bitten. Vivi noticed that a cougar was right behind her. She laughed nervously as she walked for a little before running away while screaming.

Trevor was heard laughing along with his friends. "Better luck next time, redhead!"

Vivi ended up splatting on a mud puddle. The cougar stopped in its tracks and sniffed for her. It then shrugged its paws and walked away. The girl got up and wiped the mud from her face. She was clearly pissed. "Damn you, Trevor!"

Kelly realized something. "Hey, boss. What are you going to do if that kid gets your sword?"

Trevor cracked his knuckles. "Oh, Kelly, sweet Kelly. You will be able to see what I can do. For now, it shall be a surprise."

Vivi ended up hiding behind a big rock. She lost part of her hair due to a nearby torch. "The gloves are off now. I'll get that sword back if it's the last thing I'll do!"

What followed was that the girl leaped over torches, kicked some vitra, punched rats, dodged spikes, and leapt over pits. Even the vitra was surprised. "Damn!"

Vivi laughed to herself. "I can't believe I survived all of that! It only took me 37 attempts, but I'm still kicking! Man, being reborn rocks!" The girl smiles as she heads her way to Trevor, unaware that she lost a tooth. As she made her confrontation, she was annoyed by several other elves in her path. They apparently were separate parts of the lost clan.

"Prepare, foul beast!" one elf bellowed.

"Get ready to face one heck of a smackdown!" another cried.

The elves charged toward their target. They reached the girl and began their attack. Upon the real sights, they were just hitting the shoes of their target. Vivi was unamused as she just walked casually. "Out of my way, termites," She managed to reach Trevor's chair and discovered the sword on top of it. "Finally. This hell can be over with!"

"Not so fast, rodent!" Trevor suddenly slammed on the ground. This was enough to make the red-haired girl tumble to the floor.

Vivi showed no fear. "Here we go, the big boss," the girl replied sarcastically.

Trevor was offended that this girl wasn't scared of him. "Huh. You're like that blue-haired moron who made me look like a guy belonging in a mental asylum!"

Vivi rolled her eyes. "Considering your behavior, that's not hard to deny!"

"You're asking for a fight, fool?"

"You got one, twinkle toes!"

Back at the junkyard, Hilbert was exhausted. With the amount of hard work he was doing, he was frustrated that he couldn't invent something to do the work for him. I bet Mom and Hilda would be smirking while enjoying this moment. Damn you! The elves weren't helping as they celebrated the usage of no paperwork. Even the old man was enjoying how Hilbert was constantly getting ambushed by dingoes, burned by smokers, and harassed by citizens. Even Miss Hallgrim passed by and threw a tomato at the boy's face in disgust.

"Hey, nutcracker!" the old man taunted. "What do you call a hermit boy and a pathetic worker when you combine them?"

"What?" Hilbert hissed with an annoyed tone in his voice.

"A sorry excuse of a human being!"

This made all the elves howl in laughter. Hilbert cursed himself for falling for that joke. The old man was frustrated that there was still a lot of junk to be destroyed, so he marched over to where the boy is. "And you are proving me right. You haven't even made a dent!"

"Well, excuse me, gramps," Hilbert crossed his arms. "It's not easy to haul tons of crap with only my bare hands."

"That's because you are doing it wrong!" the man went up to grab junk and started what Hilbert was doing. "You expect stuff to automatically happen for you? You need to learn to handle stuff by your own matters more often."

Hilbert growled as he already heard this crap from his mother and Vivian. Just then, the man's shirt got caught by the conveyor belt. He yelped as he was pulled into the conveyor belt. The elves noticed the commotion and started screaming. Some tried to reach the lever of the incinerator to disable it, but they were too small.

"Damn!" one elf cried.

"What are we going to do?!" Another asked.

"How about we panic?"

The elves stared at each other after that suggestion. They soon followed that idea.

The man grabbed on his shirt and tried to pull it away from the machine, but it was no use. He noticed he was getting closer to the fire. "Crap!"

Hilbert widened his eyes seeing all of this occur. He dashed to the conveyor belt and got on so he can grab the man before he got burned. But this wasn't an easy task since an eleven-year-old boy can't really carry a man on his early 60's.

"What are you doing?!" the man barked in bewilderment. "You're going to get yourself killed!"

"I can't let you get killed!" It was a rush hour, as Hilbert had to help unwrap the man's shirt, but they managed to break free at the last second. The two were panting in fear, barely believing that they had made it out alive. The thing that broke their silence was the cheering of some elves, but that didn't matter. Both humans were still thinking about their near-death experiences.

"You… you saved my life…" the man was out of breath. "You could have escaped and saved yourself. But why did you save me after what we did to you?"

"I can't just leave you to die," Hilbert dusted himself. "Even if you and your elf friends treated me like crap, that's no reason I should be a coward and watch you get melted in that place."

The man wasn't expecting this kind of action to happen to one of his intruders. "You know, kid, you got guts. It takes a big man to save others even if it gets themselves killed."

"Man, you're just sounding like my mom right now," Hilbert muttered as he helped the man get up on his feet. "Are you really living here all on your own? Aside from these elves?"

The man sighed to himself. "Let's not get into the mushy stuff. What's important now is that we need to finish clearing up all this junk."

Eventually, Hilda and Frida were gathering the last of their tasks so that they can finally finish their quest to rescue David. On their way to meet up with the Lost Clan, they heard some panting. "Do you hear that?" Hilda wondered.

"Yeah, it sounds like…" Frida didn't have time to finish her sentence as both girls were almost sliced by a sword. They realized that Vivian was running around with a sword. She narrowly missed the two girls, which annoyed Frida. "What the hell, Vivian?!"

"Careful where you aim that thing!" Hilda ducked while holding on to her beret.

"I do not want to be elf stew!" Alfur hid in Hilda's hair.

"Sorry, guys!" Vivi kept dragging the weapon with her. "Hilbert needs my help!"

"That girl seriously needs to watch her step, she's gonna get us killed." Hilda complained.

"Speak for yourself," Frida rolled her eyes before she saw some kids running towards them. "Hey, is that Trevor?"

Hilda noticed an angry boy about to crash into them. This didn't happen but Trevor shoved the two girls to the ground as he was looking for Vivian. "You won't escape from me easily!"

"Boy, Trevor is very pissed off today," Hilda commented.

"Can't argue with that," Frida helped her friend up. "Come on, we have to get back David!"

A few minutes later, Vivi was still running with the sword. After a big fight he had with Trevor, she was trying to reach the Trolberg junkyard. She can't wait to finish her day, because the number of injuries she had dealt with is enough for her to call it a day. But Trevor isn't making it easy for her. "Get back here, you bastard! When I catch you, people will call you hamburger face!"

"That's rich coming from you, bird harasser!"

It wasn't before the girl reached the entrance of the junkyard. Vivi looked for any possible locations to hide from her attacker, but there were not many options since there were a lot of elves doing stuff such as eating eyeballs with spaghetti, wrestling a cockroach, and smoking cigarettes. Vivi tried to avoid them, but she accidentally stomped on some of the elves. "Sorry! Sorry! Ouch, sorry there!"

"Watch where you're going!" an elf flipped off Vivian.

Trevor was careless and did not even see the elves around him. He stepped on the houses of elves, killed some warrior elves by stepping on them, even accidentally kicked a mailman elf. "I can see Trolberg right now!"

"The hell was that?" Trevor questioned at first before resuming the chase.

Soon, Vivi ended up tripping in a dead end. This caused her to lose a grip on the sword. Before she could get back on her feet, Trevor pinned her down. "Gotcha!"

Vivi tried to get up, but Trevor's strength easily overpowered her. "You're not going anywhere, you runt!"

Some elves were noticing the commotion. They weren't attacking Vivi or Trevor. All they did was just watch.

"So, anyone willing to bet that they will make out?" one elf asked.

Vivi kicked Trevor's stomach, causing him to let go of her and cover his gut in pain. Vivi managed to uppercut his face to do a sneak attack. After grabbing his bloody nose, the boy furiously headbutted Vivi's face as retaliation. It didn't take long for the elves to have disturbed reactions to what was going on.

"Whatever they are doing, seems kids shouldn't be watching!" another elf shrugged his shoulders.

On the other side of the area, Hilbert was finishing up his duty. He managed to complete clearing up the junkyard, which is looking better than ever. Even the man was impressed with the hard work the boy did. "Whoa. Never knew you had it in you."

"Yeah. I can't believe this either." Hilbert wiped the sweat off his forehead. "And it almost got me killed, but it was worth it."

"You still got a long way to go," the man pointed out. "So much to get rid of."

The conversation between the two got interrupted when they heard yelps of pain. "What the hell was that?" Hilbert cried.

Suddenly, an elf was running to the man. "Boss! You won't believe this! A girl and a boy are causing chaos here!"

"What did they look like?"

"A boy with a weird hat and a girl with red hair." The elf was out of breath. "And they are assaulting each other with a sword!"

The eyes of both humans widened.

"Vivi!" Hilbert cried.

"My sword!" the man added.

The boy and man start running around the junkyard to look for Trevor and Vivian. It was kind of complicated since some junk still blocked their path.

Vivi was getting exhausted dodging Trevor. She couldn't keep avoiding his attacks forever. It reached a point where the girl bumped into a dead end. "Stay away, you bastard!"

"Nah, I don't think so," Trevor wagged his finger. The boy raised the sword and prepared to deal the blow.

As Vivi braced herself, she felt the ground rumble. She looked up to see that Trevor's hat had a hole in it. "What the heck?"

It didn't take long for the boy to notice it too. His pupils shrank when he noticed a liquid pouring down. Before anything else happened, he felt a punch in the gut. While grabbing his stomach in pain, Trevor noticed two figures standing above him. And boy, were they pissed!

"That's the bastard that stole ya sword, boss!" an elf shouted.

The man marched up to Trevor and grabbed him by the ear. Trevor winced in pain as he got yanked while the man started barking. "You're one sick runt, you know that? Not only did you make my elves go on a wild goose chase, but you framed the boy for stealing my prized possession?! Next thing for all I know, you're gonna tell me you're a bird harasser."

Trevor could only let out a pathetic response. "Merk?"

"Don't try to deny it, prick," Hilbert hissed at Trevor with venom in his voice. "You nearly got me drowned in that place!"

Running out of options, Trevor did the next thing he could do: beg for mercy. "Please don't hurt me! I didn't mean to harm that bird! I was just proving my friends to show that the bird can say something!"

The man rolled his eyes. "Really? Well, let's see what your mom will say when you crash land into her room!"

Hilbert smirked as the man carried Trevor into a pile of junk. After a button press by Hilbert, it turned out to be a cannon. The two humans pushed and stuffed the troublemaker inside it. Trevor felt some dynamite being stuffed inside. It was a matter of time before a snarky elf came up with a match. Trevor poked his head out as the fire lit up. "Wait!"

In another part of Trolberg, Hilda and Frida returned to David. As promised, they have fulfilled the needs of the lost clan. As David was about to be released, everyone noticed something in the sky. It was a screaming boy who felt his hair was on fire.

"What the hell?" David wondered.

"It is a shooting star!" Hilda cried. "Make a wish!"

Frida facepalmed. "I wish our adventures would stop having us getting killed."

At a lady's house, she was reading a book while sitting on a chair. She heard a noise outside. Trevor ended up landing on the couch, causing the top of the house to break. The lady was unfazed, knowing this would happen. "Grounded," she said as she flipped the page of her book.

Trevor sighed as he walked to his room. Just another ordinary day for him.

Back with Hilbert, he was drinking some pink lemonade with Vivian and the man. They were having quite a fine time sitting on lounge chairs.

"That was quite a wild day we all had, did we, boys?" Vivi drank her lemonade.

"We sure did, Vivi," Hilbert hiccupped. "You know, it's crazy that all 3 of us almost got killed today."

"I never felt so alive!" the man approved. "It was like running for my life in my teen years! What an adventure that was!"

Even the elves had to admit that what happened today was quite the story to tell for future generations. It didn't take long for everyone to realize that it was night out here.

"You should probably get home, kid," the man stretched as he rose up from his chair. "Your parents are probably worried sick."

Hearing that made Hilbert relieved, though it also made him a bit uncomfortable hearing that word. Vivian popped in unexpectedly. "Yeah, you got a point. Sorry your sword got stolen by that Trevor idiot. He loves to stir up trouble."

"That's fine, hope the bastard learns his lesson," the man cleaned his sword and placed it on his room. "Right where it belongs."

Eventually, Hilda and her friends were relaxing with Alfur and the other elves. Not only David was released, but the conflict of the Lost Clan was resolved. They were just relaxing, sitting and drinking hot chocolate. It wasn't before long Hilbert and Vivian caught up with the gang.

"Holy crap," David commented when he saw the conditions of Hilbert and Vivi. "What happened to you?"

"It's a long story, but I'll make it short and sweet," Vivi spat out a tooth before Hilbert stopped her.

"Let's just get back home before Mom blows a fuse."

"Fine then," Hilda grumbled, seeing as how her brother was right. The group began their journey back home. However, they didn't realize that there were some silhouettes hiding in some bushes.

"Is she the one?" one figure asked.

"Can't say anything as of now," another answered. "Let's keep watching them."