While her parents were arguing in the den, the little bunny led the five Trolls and one baby into her room, where she sat a plastic table with a toy tea set.

"Tea time," she mumbled.

"Okay, let's sit," Floyd said, and they all sat down on oversized chairs. The bunny handed out tea cups and pretended to pour tea in them.

"Thank you," Viva said, then turned to Willow. "Willow, think you can use your magic to make a picture of Synth?"

"Sure thing, Veev," Willow replied, and magically projected an image of Synth lying in the healing ward.

"This is our friend, Synth," Viva explained to the bunny girl. "We love him, and he loves us. We're a big, happy family. But he's dying."

"Dyings?" asked the bunny, confused. She appeared to be only two years old. To explain, Trollex just tilted his head and stuck his tongue out the side of his green mouth.

"That's not dying, that's already dead," Willow pointed out. "She'll think he's already dead!"

"She'll think we're here to get revenge," John Dory added while preparing a bottle for Hope. "Here you go, baby baby girl."

"Cutie baby," the bunny said, watching John Dory feed Hope.

"Oh, you think so?" John Dory said, feeling proud for a moment.

"We understand if this is confusing, little bunny," Floyd said, "but we need your help finding a man."

To further explain, Floyd found a piece of coloring paper and a crayon and began drawing a picture of Ræm while Willow took a pretend sip of the imaginary tea.

"That is delightful," she sighed.

"And... done!" Floyd said, and held up a crude drawing of Ræm. "Have you seen this man?"

Trollex looked at it and said, "That's very good!"

"Can I have that later to hang in Rhonda, please?" John Dory asked. Floyd just rolled his eyes.

"Ooh! A sair-fin!" the bunny said.

"Sair-fin? His name is Sairphim?" Floyd asked. The bunny shook her head and showed him the view out her window.

"Over theres, the bwue and silva castle," she explained, pointing to a shiny building in the distance. "Wots of sair-fins."

"All in there? In that pyramid?" Floyd asked. The bunny nodded. Floyd, then, noticed a toy car built for a couple of dolls to ride in. "Say, does that car really move?"

"Yeah," she answered.

"Do you mind if we borrow it, to find the sair-fin?" Floyd asked. "We promise we'll come right back with it."

"Well... okays," the bunny reluctantly agreed.

"Alright, then," Willow said. "Viva, Floyd, you guys come with me. John Dory, Trollex, stay at the ship and watch Synth. He's who they'll be coming for."

"I want to come!" John Dory argued.

"No!" Willow spat.

"John, Hope will be much safer if you take her back to the ship," Floyd insisted, then turned to Trollex. "Think you can keep an eye on him?"

Trollex winked at Floyd. "You think you can handle...?"

"I'll try," he said quietly. "Plus, Viva and I are covered."

"Good luck," Trollex whispered, kissing Floyd's cheek just before he climbed into the toy car with Viva and Willow, with Willow in the driver's seat.

"Now, let's get that passkey and save our friend," Willow said. She grabbed a giant toy remote for the car, and began to clumsily drive out of the room. Floyd glanced over at her from the passenger side. "Okay, maybe it's this button."

The car crashed into a trash bin.

"Maybe..." They hit a china cabinet, causing a plate to fall and break. The parents were too busy screaming at each other to notice. Floyd just kept staring at Willow. "Well, I don't see you volunteering!"

"You want me to drive?" Floyd asked. "I'll drive."

"No, I don't want you to drive. I got this," Willow insisted, and they drove out of the house.

In the ship, Plasma stared out the viewport and watched the toy car lurch out of the house before driving off the walkway, into the lawn, across the street, into another home's lawn, and onto another street.

Once the car was out of her sights, she boredly decided to explore the ship. She grabbed a canned drink from a mini fridge and headed into the healing ward, where Synth was still resting with his colorful lights were growing duller and dimmer with his weakening body.

"You must be a real sweetheart if they're willing to do all this for you," she said quietly, aware he couldn't hear her anyways.

Back in the car, Floyd looked over at Willow and couldn't help but ask, "So, Willow, what's the plan for once we get there?"

"I go in alone, give that Idealist a piece of my mind, get the passkey in return, and-"

"Will, you can't go in there by yourself!" Viva argued. "They could kill you!"

"They could kill all three of us," Willow pointed out. "But I have my powers, so I have a better chance of getting out of there alive. Besides, I can't risk..."

Floyd noticed Willow having trouble breathing and pulled one of her inhalers out from a bag.

"It'll be okay, Willow," he insisted as she used the inhaler. "We'll get through this."

"Right," Willow muttered, and focused on the road as they drove through a different town, more urban and rundown than the cute little neighborhood. The three Trolls noticed a koala sleeping on a bench, and an octopus guy giving little baggies to kids with cockroach heads. Then, they noticed a tiger beating up a wolf and shoving him into a dumpster.

Willow looked on in confusion. "This is a utopia?"

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Inside the Ark, the Idealist watched as a little girl with short white hair and baby blue eyes with star-shaped pupils ran around a circular track in a test chamber.

"Sire!" Ræm announced as he entered the testing room. The Idealist, however, was more occupied by his newest creation.

"This one has been running for two hours without breaking a sweat," he said.

"It's incredible, but-"

"They can survive on thirty calories a day," he continued, "an hour's sleep a week, they're always happy, and they can release beams of pure energy concentrated from radiation without harming themselves. But will she be ready for the new colony?"

"Sire, they're here," Ræm finally spoke up. The Idealist didn't react, but he seemed to have understood the message.

Outside, the car pulled up to a security gate guarded by two giant animal-bots with weapons for limbs. One resembled an owl, and the other, a bloodhound.

"Here we go," Willow muttered, and stepped out the car with Viva and Floyd. "We are here to see-"

"The Idealist is expecting you," the owl-droid said.

"Oh, we were counting on that," Willow admitted.

"Just be careful," Viva warned Willow.

"I can handle this," Willow insisted, only to be blocked by the owl-droid.

"She stays here."

"What?! Why?!" Willow exclaimed.

"Policy against weaponry, and your body is loaded with magic," he explained as the hound-bot scanned Viva and Floyd from the neck down.

"They're clean," she confirmed.

"You two, let's go," the owl-droid said.

"Wait, this wasn't the plan!" Willow argued.

"Don't worry," Floyd said. "Just make sure that kid gets her toy back. We'll meet you at the ship."

Willow groaned. "Fine."

Viva and Floyd followed the owl-droid past the gate all the way into some sort of office with a massive window. The two Trolls noticed the Idealist raising a finger without looking at them as he sat at a desk. Viva felt a deep rage burn inside of her.

This was the monster who was responsible for all the pain the Troll she loved had suffered.