Trolls: The Beat Goes On! (2018) s02e07 Episode Script
Model Behavior ; Pillow War
1 [POPPY.]
Put your hair up in the air Live it up Every day you wake up singing Turn it up The party's just beginning All together you and me Hair in the air, we're a family We got everything we need Hair in the air 'Cause we're proud to be Celebrating who we are Yeah, we made it through the dark Harmony is everywhere Put your hair up in the air Ah, ah, ah, ah Put your hair up in the air [CREATURE BELCHES.]
So we worked on it for hours and hours.
Once it was finished, it just screamed "Poppy.
" I love it! Sleeveless and such vibrant purple.
- How did you come up with this? - [BOTH.]
Uh I think red! No, it should be blue! [BOTH GRUNTING, YELLING.]
[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[BOTH.]
Oh Something's wrong with your side! No, something's wrong with your side! [BOTH GRUNTING, YELLING.]
[BOTH.]
Oh [BOTH YELL.]
The process was brutal.
It always is.
Well, whatever it is, you always make great clothes, which is why I asked a friend to pay you a visit.
You may have heard of her.
Nova Swift? Gasp.
Nova Swift? She's Troll Village's most influential tastemaker.
[POP MUSIC.]
[SATIN.]
With one word, she can make a trend This is so [TROLLS GASP.]
sizzle.
[TROLLS.]
Yeah! [CHENILLE.]
Or break a trend.
On second thought, nah.
[ALL JEERING.]
[FIRE WHOOSHING.]
[ALL CHEERING.]
[SQUEALS.]
I can't wait to meet her! She's so effortlessly chic! And has such a flair for the dramatic! [PEPPY MUSIC.]
Do I? Shudder.
Nova Swift! It's such an honor! The honor is mine, my little nuggets.
When Queen Poppy told me about the ferocious garms you two make, I just had to feast my eyes.
Do we make ferocious garms? She means our clothes.
Keep up.
- She means clothes, right? - Mm-mm-mm.
[GASPS.]
I heart this.
Oh, and I brain this! [GASPS.]
And this fur feels so real! Ooh! [CHUCKLES.]
It really does.
Cooper, stop napping in our clothes.
But it's comfy! [LAUGHS.]
Well, nuggets, I'd like to say your designs scream "sizzle.
" - [BOTH.]
Joy! - But I can't.
[BOTH.]
Death.
Because a design only really comes alive when it's worn.
Oh if only there was a way to fix that.
Are you saying you want us to put on a fashion show? Agreed! Tonight, eight o'clock, not a second later, or I'm yesterday! [BOTH SQUEAL.]
Oh, one last thing.
Who's your model? [BOTH.]
Hmm? Hmm.
Okay, I can do it.
[LAUGHING.]
Oh, no, my nugget.
Wait.
Why not? You don't think I've got "it"? [LAUGHS.]
No.
You've got too much "it.
" Your sizzle is so en fuego, you'd steal the spotlight from the clothes.
Aw.
Well, my sizzle is pretty en fuego.
Seriously.
The wrong model can turn chic clothes into weak clothes, so choose wisely.
[THUNDER BOOMING.]
Live wild, my little nuggets! [UPBEAT POP MUSIC.]
I'd say that went well.
"Well"? Are you kidding us? Yeah, Poppy.
Our clothes are on a one-way trip to Meh City if we don't find a model fast.
- I'll do it! - [BOTH.]
Cooper! I'll take that as a no! [LAUGHS.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Okay, model hopefuls, we need someone to bring our clothes to life.
- [FEEDBACK WHINES.]
- Yeah, so really strut your stuff.
[POP MUSIC.]
[SNORES.]
I like it.
Not intense enough.
[GROWLING.]
[YELLING.]
[PANTING.]
I like it.
Too intense.
[RAPID SITAR MUSIC.]
Uh, it's called runway walking, not runway weird hovering.
[SIRENS BLARING.]
Hoo! [GRUNTING UNCOMFORTABLY.]
[SCREAMS.]
Uh sorry! This just feels too weird! [YELLS.]
[PERCUSSIVE MUSIC.]
Naked for life! Ugh, we're not getting anywhere.
Nova's going to hate our clothes.
[NOVA SWIFT.]
Will I? Ha! Sharp inhale! Nova Swift.
[SIGHS DREAMILY.]
Don't give up, nuggets.
Your designs reflect your relationship, full of conflict and turmoil.
You just need a model who can showcase that, someone savage and raw.
[GRUNTING.]
Stubborn grass stains.
Gah! [SLOW MUSIC.]
[DISTORTED VOICE.]
Oh, yeah.
So savage.
So raw.
Sizzle! You want me to be a fashion model? Yes.
I'll give you anything.
Please, please, please.
Agreed.
Satin will give you anything.
[BOTH.]
Please, please, please.
Please, please, please.
Okay, I'm in.
[BOTH.]
Please, please, please.
Wait.
What? I'm in.
It'll knock something off my bunker list.
Take a bath, eat cooked food, befriend a glow bug, get ripped, learn to play sweet jams, find Baldo Here it is.
Get a makeover.
Uh, Poppy added that one.
[FELT TROLL.]
You're one step closer to being normal.
Yay! [FELT TROLL WHIMPERS.]
"Hug a baby puffalo"? "Learn to love again"? You let Poppy add a lot of these.
Yeah, yeah, Poppy.
Okay, I'll see you tonight at the show.
- [SATIN AND CHENILLE.]
Hair halt! - Slow-mo, Branch.
You've got a good look, but there's much more to learn and little time.
You're going to runway boot camp! [GULPS.]
[PERCUSSIVE MUSIC.]
Just walk to the end and back.
[CHENILLE.]
No, no, no.
Eyes forward, back straight.
Let me feel your boom.
Uh, is this my boom? - No.
- Um, this? [BOTH.]
No! How bad is it? You look so, so gorge! Huh.
I do, don't I? - Can we - [WHIP CRACKS.]
push it further? Look who found their boom! Become an icon.
Become fashion.
[SATIN.]
That's it.
Work it! Smoldering.
Keep it playful.
I like.
I like.
- [COOPER.]
Hey, there! - [SATIN AND CHENILLE.]
Cooper! - [BRANCH.]
Get out of here! - [COOPER LAUGHS.]
Ooh, one more picture? My butt has literally never looked better.
[LAUGHS.]
No time.
The show starts soon.
[SIGHS.]
- Okay, one more.
- [GASPS.]
Ooh.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[SIGHS.]
Down in front, please.
- Meep.
- Oh, my Guh! [UPBEAT ELECTRONIC MUSIC.]
Okay, girls, five minutes, and I'll start the show.
Good luck! This is it.
One night to make all our fashion dreams come true! No pressure, Branch.
No sweat.
- My boom is - [WHIP CRACKS.]
locked and loaded.
Hmm? It certainly is! Dramatic reaction! Nova Swift! Congratulations, my nuggets! I knew you'd find the right model.
There is no denying his appeal.
I can't wait to see his "smair.
" [BOTH WHIMPER.]
Break legs, beautifuls! Baller move! Branch, concentrate.
Didn't you just hear Nova? She expects to see you smair.
Whoa, calm down.
What's a smair? It means smile with your hair.
It's a move in every great model's toolbox.
So, uh, like this? [QUACKING.]
Is this a joke? Is he joking? Here, it's like this.
Windswept with mystique.
[CHENILLE.]
No, no, no.
It's more like voluminous and cagey.
[SATIN.]
No, it's like this! [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[SICKENING CRACK, BRANCH YELLS.]
- [SATIN AND CHENILLE YELL.]
- I think you sprained my hair.
[STRAINS.]
[FALTERING MUSICAL TONE.]
Yep.
Well, that's it.
We are officially meh in the water.
Yeah, so long, fashion dreams.
Guys, guys, guys.
Your dreams don't have to be over if you don't want them to be.
We need a model, Branch.
I'm looking at two.
Us, walk? [BOTH.]
But we're never - In sync.
- In sync.
Can't you see they're never in sync? Okay, okay, I'm leaving.
Well, if you don't do it, then it really is over.
[CROWD CHEERING.]
This is it, Trolls.
Introducing the new line from Satin and Chenille: Division.
Hmm.
[BRIGHT MUSIC.]
[TROLLS MURMURING.]
[TROLLS GASPING AND MUTTERING.]
Uh be patient, everyone.
Let's just give them another second.
Oh.
I have just been informed a problem has come up and the models won't be coming out from behind the curtain [TROLLS GASP.]
Hmm.
because they'd rather be more dramatic! Hmm? [CHENILLE AND SATIN.]
It's showtime! [TROLLS CHEERING.]
[UPBEAT POP MUSIC.]
[BOTH.]
Power strut.
[TROLLS.]
Ooh! [ALL SIGH.]
[GASPS.]
[BOTH.]
Mirror! [TROLLS CHEERING.]
[BOTH.]
Smair.
Ooh! Wow.
They've never been more in sync! Amazing! And now the climactic [BOTH.]
Turn! [TROLLS CHEERING.]
[BOTH STRAIN, GRUNT.]
[TROLLS GASP.]
Oh, my Guh.
- You always have to go first! - What is wrong with you? - We always turn left! - We always turn right! [BOTH ARGUING.]
[NOVA SWIFT.]
I've seen enough.
[TROLLS GASP.]
Nuggets, your modeling is so So Sizzle.
[TROLLS CHEERING.]
[WARM MUSIC.]
You did good, sis.
No.
You did good, sis.
We all did good, sis.
- [BOTH.]
Cooper! - [LAUGHING.]
Whoo! This cliff came out of nowhere! [CALM MUSIC.]
Oh, yeah, these pillows are ripe.
Let the pillow harvest festival begin.
[TROLLS CHEERING.]
We've got pillow rides - [BABY TROLLS LAUGHING.]
- [RAM BLEATS.]
[POPPY.]
pillow carving and hot pillow cider.
[GULPS.]
[COUGHING.]
And, of course, our main attraction, pillow picking! [TROLLS CHEERING.]
I can't wait to pick a pillow, Queen Poppy.
The one my parents got me last year just went bad.
[WIND HOWLS.]
And that's how it goes, but at every new harvest, there's one special pillow for each Troll that'll give them a full year of perfect sleep.
But how will I know which new pillow to pick? Ah, the pillow picks you.
See? [PILLOW.]
Suki Suki I'm yours.
Tight.
[BRANCHES CRACKING.]
[SNORES.]
So just keep your eyes peeled, and eventually it'll [GASPS.]
call to you.
[PILLOW.]
Poppy I'm yours.
[GASPS.]
[GASPS.]
[PILLOW.]
Branch I'm yours.
Plush yet supple.
The perfect mix Of firm and soft.
It's [BOTH.]
The pillow I was destined to have.
Ah [WARM MUSIC.]
Oh.
Heh.
Hi, Branch.
It seems your hands are on my pillow.
Actually, Poppy, your hand's on my pillow.
He's already got a name.
- [WHIP CRACKS.]
- [BOTH.]
Lord Bedfellow.
Hmm? [TROLLS GASPING AND MURMURING.]
One pillow chose two trolls? Has this ever happened before? - [PEPPY.]
Once - [TROLLS GASP.]
many years ago, and greed for the pillow gradually drove one of the Trolls to madness.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Hold on.
Who was this exactly? Eh [GUY DIAMOND HUMMING.]
[HISSES.]
Sir Snooze-a-Lot is mine! [LAUGHS.]
Oh [LAUGHS.]
Who is unimportant.
The point is, you must destroy that pillow before you destroy each other.
[BOTH LAUGH.]
Look out, Poppy.
I'm gonna destroy you.
No, I'll destroy you.
- Hmm.
- [POPPY.]
Dad, come on.
We can resolve who gets the pillow in a fair way.
Yeah, we just need to decide how.
Uh, hair, paper, scissors or maybe a Pillow fight! Pillow fight! That could be fun.
Sounds good to me.
Pillows at high noon.
Last Troll standing takes the prize, which, until then, will be held by an impartial third party.
See, Dad? A friendly solution without anyone going insane.
Now pillow each other to the death! Oh.
[LAUGHS.]
And so it begins.
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
[FOREBODING MUSIC, GONG SOUNDS.]
Hmm.
[YELLS.]
[GASPS.]
Ah! Ooh! Yah! A sneak attack? Oh, I am gonna wreck your whole world, son! Not if I wreck yours first! [YELLS.]
[YELLS.]
[GIA GROOVES.]
Hey! You're gonna wake the baby.
Shh.
Oh, sorry, Gia.
We'll we'll keep it down.
[BOTH GRUNTING SOFTLY.]
Yeah, got ya.
Yeah.
[POPPY YELLS.]
[YELLS.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[ALL.]
Happy birthday, dear Priscilla - [POPPY.]
Ah! - [BRANCH GRUNTS.]
[BOTH.]
Uh Happy birthday to you Gah! [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[GASPS.]
[GRUNTS.]
Hmm.
You know, the nice thing would be to let me have my pillow back.
[ETHEREAL MUSIC.]
[LORD BEDFELLOW.]
Don't let her take me, Branch.
I'm yours.
Sorry, Poppy.
I mean this in the friendliest way possible.
- Aah! - [WHISTLES.]
What a twist.
Three on one? That's not very friendly.
[WHISTLES.]
You guys know what to do.
In three, two No, not a song and dance number! Ha! Looks like you forgot you were fighting with Trolls! Pillow Fight - Pillow - Fight - Pillow - Fight Come on, guys, this isn't We're gonna win whatever the case is We won't stop Till we pillow your faces Stuffing will fly As we're shovin' and pushin' Float like a butterfly Sting like a cushion Pillow Fight - Pillow - Fight - Pillow - Fight We're Team Branch And we're ready to rumble We're Team Poppy, prepare to crumble Ah, fight [ALL GRUNTING.]
[SMIDGE YELLING.]
[BOTH GROWLING.]
[LAUGHS.]
Okay, now we're getting somewhere.
[YELLS.]
Oh, yeah, let's finally finish this.
[YELLS.]
[PEPPY.]
See? The desire for that pillow is consuming your very souls! - [THUNDER BOOMS.]
- [BRANCH.]
What? [LAUGHS.]
Consuming our souls? Dad, this fight has been the definition of civility.
[LAUGHS.]
[BOTH GROWL.]
Well, if this is so civil, then you'll have to quit, because it's time for Mags Gumdrop's improv show.
Oh, my Guh.
We can't miss that.
Mags makes up skits based on audience suggestions.
It's like magic.
- [DJ SUKI GASPS, TROLLS CHATTERING.]
- Huh.
I did RSVP.
It'd be rude not to go.
[GRITTING TEETH.]
Lord Bedfellow is just a pillow.
Got to keep it in perspective.
Pick this up tomorrow, buddy? How's Misty Meadows at dawn, pal? [BOTH GROWL.]
Actually, Poppy, you and I are having waffles at dawn.
[SIGHS.]
Fine.
Ten o'clock? [BOTH GROWL.]
[GUY DIAMOND.]
Ooh Heavy breakfast? I'd want some time to digest.
- Yeah, good point.
- Mm-hmm.
Let's say 10:30-ish.
Fine, but no using this truce to try anything sneaky.
Fine.
[BOTH GROWL.]
[ALL SNAPPING FINGERS RHYTHMICALLY.]
And so it reaches its midpoint.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[SNIFFS.]
Ah, I love the smell of pillows in the morning.
Smells like [MARCHING FOOTSTEPS.]
victory.
You might as well give up now, Poppy, because there's no [GASPS.]
[EERIE MUSIC.]
Hey, you gathered an army! That's sneaky! Well, you built a castle even sneakier! [BOTH HISS.]
Sorry.
Don't know what that was.
Yeah.
[CHUCKLES.]
Weird.
Branch, this is crazy.
No pillow can be worth all of this.
- Let's just agree - [LORD BEDFELLOW.]
Poppy.
Finish him, Poppy.
Finish him.
For Lord Bedfellow! [TROLLS CHEERING.]
Prepare for battle! [MARTIAL MUSIC.]
[HORN BLOWS.]
[MARCHING FOOTSTEPS.]
I won't lie to you, men.
Fight, and you may get hit by pillows.
Run, and you won't.
But many years from now, you'll wish you could trade all the days, from this day to that one, for one chance one chance To show them that they may hit us with pillows, but they're going to get hit by pillows, too! [TROLLS CHEERING.]
Charge! Charge! [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[ALL YELLING AND GRUNTING.]
[GROWLS.]
[ULULATING.]
Ha! [BOTH WHIMPERING.]
Wait.
Aren't we on the same team? Oh, that's right.
[ETHEREAL MUSIC.]
[GASPS.]
Oh, my Guh.
The beauty of nature illuminates the savagery of war.
[GRUNTS.]
Oh, my Guh! Now! Lord Bedfellow will be mine, Branch! It's over! Wrong, Poppy.
It's just begun.
[HORN BLOWS.]
[HEAVY FOOTSTEPS.]
[GASPS.]
Oh, no.
[TROLLS SCREAMING.]
[FOREBODING MUSIC.]
Whoa.
[ROARS.]
No, Gristle, ease up! [ROARS.]
[ALL YELLING IN SLOW MOTION.]
[ALL YELLING AND WHIMPERING.]
[GIGGLES.]
[TRAGIC MUSIC.]
[TROLLS GROANING.]
[TROLL.]
Why? Why? [SOBBING.]
Stay with me.
[GUY DIAMOND.]
No.
No! No! What hath we wrought? Dad was right.
We have to destroy Lord Bedfellow together.
[HOPEFUL MUSIC.]
[LORD BEDFELLOW GROANS, ROARS.]
[TRIUMPHANT MUSIC.]
[TROLLS CHEERING.]
And so it ends.
[DJ SUKI.]
Everyone, you got to check this out.
Wait.
No, check that.
I found something kind of strange.
It's a wooden chest filled with troll wigs and clothes and masks of us and, look, some sort of journal detailing our habits and routines.
I don't get it.
Why would anyone hide all these weird items out here in the middle of nowhere? [BRANCH.]
I'll tell you why.
Because someone's pretending to be a Troll to spy on us.
There's an impostor in our midst.
[TROLLS GASP.]
And so it's to be continued! [THUNDER RUMBLING.]
Ah! [POPPY.]
Live it up Every day you wake up singing Turn it up The party's just beginning All together you and me Hair in the air, we're a family We got everything we need Hair in the air 'Cause we're proud to be Celebrating who we are Yeah, we made it through the dark Harmony is everywhere Put your hair up in the air Ah, ah, ah, ah Put your hair up in the air
Put your hair up in the air Live it up Every day you wake up singing Turn it up The party's just beginning All together you and me Hair in the air, we're a family We got everything we need Hair in the air 'Cause we're proud to be Celebrating who we are Yeah, we made it through the dark Harmony is everywhere Put your hair up in the air Ah, ah, ah, ah Put your hair up in the air [CREATURE BELCHES.]
So we worked on it for hours and hours.
Once it was finished, it just screamed "Poppy.
" I love it! Sleeveless and such vibrant purple.
- How did you come up with this? - [BOTH.]
Uh I think red! No, it should be blue! [BOTH GRUNTING, YELLING.]
[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[BOTH.]
Oh Something's wrong with your side! No, something's wrong with your side! [BOTH GRUNTING, YELLING.]
[BOTH.]
Oh [BOTH YELL.]
The process was brutal.
It always is.
Well, whatever it is, you always make great clothes, which is why I asked a friend to pay you a visit.
You may have heard of her.
Nova Swift? Gasp.
Nova Swift? She's Troll Village's most influential tastemaker.
[POP MUSIC.]
[SATIN.]
With one word, she can make a trend This is so [TROLLS GASP.]
sizzle.
[TROLLS.]
Yeah! [CHENILLE.]
Or break a trend.
On second thought, nah.
[ALL JEERING.]
[FIRE WHOOSHING.]
[ALL CHEERING.]
[SQUEALS.]
I can't wait to meet her! She's so effortlessly chic! And has such a flair for the dramatic! [PEPPY MUSIC.]
Do I? Shudder.
Nova Swift! It's such an honor! The honor is mine, my little nuggets.
When Queen Poppy told me about the ferocious garms you two make, I just had to feast my eyes.
Do we make ferocious garms? She means our clothes.
Keep up.
- She means clothes, right? - Mm-mm-mm.
[GASPS.]
I heart this.
Oh, and I brain this! [GASPS.]
And this fur feels so real! Ooh! [CHUCKLES.]
It really does.
Cooper, stop napping in our clothes.
But it's comfy! [LAUGHS.]
Well, nuggets, I'd like to say your designs scream "sizzle.
" - [BOTH.]
Joy! - But I can't.
[BOTH.]
Death.
Because a design only really comes alive when it's worn.
Oh if only there was a way to fix that.
Are you saying you want us to put on a fashion show? Agreed! Tonight, eight o'clock, not a second later, or I'm yesterday! [BOTH SQUEAL.]
Oh, one last thing.
Who's your model? [BOTH.]
Hmm? Hmm.
Okay, I can do it.
[LAUGHING.]
Oh, no, my nugget.
Wait.
Why not? You don't think I've got "it"? [LAUGHS.]
No.
You've got too much "it.
" Your sizzle is so en fuego, you'd steal the spotlight from the clothes.
Aw.
Well, my sizzle is pretty en fuego.
Seriously.
The wrong model can turn chic clothes into weak clothes, so choose wisely.
[THUNDER BOOMING.]
Live wild, my little nuggets! [UPBEAT POP MUSIC.]
I'd say that went well.
"Well"? Are you kidding us? Yeah, Poppy.
Our clothes are on a one-way trip to Meh City if we don't find a model fast.
- I'll do it! - [BOTH.]
Cooper! I'll take that as a no! [LAUGHS.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Okay, model hopefuls, we need someone to bring our clothes to life.
- [FEEDBACK WHINES.]
- Yeah, so really strut your stuff.
[POP MUSIC.]
[SNORES.]
I like it.
Not intense enough.
[GROWLING.]
[YELLING.]
[PANTING.]
I like it.
Too intense.
[RAPID SITAR MUSIC.]
Uh, it's called runway walking, not runway weird hovering.
[SIRENS BLARING.]
Hoo! [GRUNTING UNCOMFORTABLY.]
[SCREAMS.]
Uh sorry! This just feels too weird! [YELLS.]
[PERCUSSIVE MUSIC.]
Naked for life! Ugh, we're not getting anywhere.
Nova's going to hate our clothes.
[NOVA SWIFT.]
Will I? Ha! Sharp inhale! Nova Swift.
[SIGHS DREAMILY.]
Don't give up, nuggets.
Your designs reflect your relationship, full of conflict and turmoil.
You just need a model who can showcase that, someone savage and raw.
[GRUNTING.]
Stubborn grass stains.
Gah! [SLOW MUSIC.]
[DISTORTED VOICE.]
Oh, yeah.
So savage.
So raw.
Sizzle! You want me to be a fashion model? Yes.
I'll give you anything.
Please, please, please.
Agreed.
Satin will give you anything.
[BOTH.]
Please, please, please.
Please, please, please.
Okay, I'm in.
[BOTH.]
Please, please, please.
Wait.
What? I'm in.
It'll knock something off my bunker list.
Take a bath, eat cooked food, befriend a glow bug, get ripped, learn to play sweet jams, find Baldo Here it is.
Get a makeover.
Uh, Poppy added that one.
[FELT TROLL.]
You're one step closer to being normal.
Yay! [FELT TROLL WHIMPERS.]
"Hug a baby puffalo"? "Learn to love again"? You let Poppy add a lot of these.
Yeah, yeah, Poppy.
Okay, I'll see you tonight at the show.
- [SATIN AND CHENILLE.]
Hair halt! - Slow-mo, Branch.
You've got a good look, but there's much more to learn and little time.
You're going to runway boot camp! [GULPS.]
[PERCUSSIVE MUSIC.]
Just walk to the end and back.
[CHENILLE.]
No, no, no.
Eyes forward, back straight.
Let me feel your boom.
Uh, is this my boom? - No.
- Um, this? [BOTH.]
No! How bad is it? You look so, so gorge! Huh.
I do, don't I? - Can we - [WHIP CRACKS.]
push it further? Look who found their boom! Become an icon.
Become fashion.
[SATIN.]
That's it.
Work it! Smoldering.
Keep it playful.
I like.
I like.
- [COOPER.]
Hey, there! - [SATIN AND CHENILLE.]
Cooper! - [BRANCH.]
Get out of here! - [COOPER LAUGHS.]
Ooh, one more picture? My butt has literally never looked better.
[LAUGHS.]
No time.
The show starts soon.
[SIGHS.]
- Okay, one more.
- [GASPS.]
Ooh.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[SIGHS.]
Down in front, please.
- Meep.
- Oh, my Guh! [UPBEAT ELECTRONIC MUSIC.]
Okay, girls, five minutes, and I'll start the show.
Good luck! This is it.
One night to make all our fashion dreams come true! No pressure, Branch.
No sweat.
- My boom is - [WHIP CRACKS.]
locked and loaded.
Hmm? It certainly is! Dramatic reaction! Nova Swift! Congratulations, my nuggets! I knew you'd find the right model.
There is no denying his appeal.
I can't wait to see his "smair.
" [BOTH WHIMPER.]
Break legs, beautifuls! Baller move! Branch, concentrate.
Didn't you just hear Nova? She expects to see you smair.
Whoa, calm down.
What's a smair? It means smile with your hair.
It's a move in every great model's toolbox.
So, uh, like this? [QUACKING.]
Is this a joke? Is he joking? Here, it's like this.
Windswept with mystique.
[CHENILLE.]
No, no, no.
It's more like voluminous and cagey.
[SATIN.]
No, it's like this! [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[SICKENING CRACK, BRANCH YELLS.]
- [SATIN AND CHENILLE YELL.]
- I think you sprained my hair.
[STRAINS.]
[FALTERING MUSICAL TONE.]
Yep.
Well, that's it.
We are officially meh in the water.
Yeah, so long, fashion dreams.
Guys, guys, guys.
Your dreams don't have to be over if you don't want them to be.
We need a model, Branch.
I'm looking at two.
Us, walk? [BOTH.]
But we're never - In sync.
- In sync.
Can't you see they're never in sync? Okay, okay, I'm leaving.
Well, if you don't do it, then it really is over.
[CROWD CHEERING.]
This is it, Trolls.
Introducing the new line from Satin and Chenille: Division.
Hmm.
[BRIGHT MUSIC.]
[TROLLS MURMURING.]
[TROLLS GASPING AND MUTTERING.]
Uh be patient, everyone.
Let's just give them another second.
Oh.
I have just been informed a problem has come up and the models won't be coming out from behind the curtain [TROLLS GASP.]
Hmm.
because they'd rather be more dramatic! Hmm? [CHENILLE AND SATIN.]
It's showtime! [TROLLS CHEERING.]
[UPBEAT POP MUSIC.]
[BOTH.]
Power strut.
[TROLLS.]
Ooh! [ALL SIGH.]
[GASPS.]
[BOTH.]
Mirror! [TROLLS CHEERING.]
[BOTH.]
Smair.
Ooh! Wow.
They've never been more in sync! Amazing! And now the climactic [BOTH.]
Turn! [TROLLS CHEERING.]
[BOTH STRAIN, GRUNT.]
[TROLLS GASP.]
Oh, my Guh.
- You always have to go first! - What is wrong with you? - We always turn left! - We always turn right! [BOTH ARGUING.]
[NOVA SWIFT.]
I've seen enough.
[TROLLS GASP.]
Nuggets, your modeling is so So Sizzle.
[TROLLS CHEERING.]
[WARM MUSIC.]
You did good, sis.
No.
You did good, sis.
We all did good, sis.
- [BOTH.]
Cooper! - [LAUGHING.]
Whoo! This cliff came out of nowhere! [CALM MUSIC.]
Oh, yeah, these pillows are ripe.
Let the pillow harvest festival begin.
[TROLLS CHEERING.]
We've got pillow rides - [BABY TROLLS LAUGHING.]
- [RAM BLEATS.]
[POPPY.]
pillow carving and hot pillow cider.
[GULPS.]
[COUGHING.]
And, of course, our main attraction, pillow picking! [TROLLS CHEERING.]
I can't wait to pick a pillow, Queen Poppy.
The one my parents got me last year just went bad.
[WIND HOWLS.]
And that's how it goes, but at every new harvest, there's one special pillow for each Troll that'll give them a full year of perfect sleep.
But how will I know which new pillow to pick? Ah, the pillow picks you.
See? [PILLOW.]
Suki Suki I'm yours.
Tight.
[BRANCHES CRACKING.]
[SNORES.]
So just keep your eyes peeled, and eventually it'll [GASPS.]
call to you.
[PILLOW.]
Poppy I'm yours.
[GASPS.]
[GASPS.]
[PILLOW.]
Branch I'm yours.
Plush yet supple.
The perfect mix Of firm and soft.
It's [BOTH.]
The pillow I was destined to have.
Ah [WARM MUSIC.]
Oh.
Heh.
Hi, Branch.
It seems your hands are on my pillow.
Actually, Poppy, your hand's on my pillow.
He's already got a name.
- [WHIP CRACKS.]
- [BOTH.]
Lord Bedfellow.
Hmm? [TROLLS GASPING AND MURMURING.]
One pillow chose two trolls? Has this ever happened before? - [PEPPY.]
Once - [TROLLS GASP.]
many years ago, and greed for the pillow gradually drove one of the Trolls to madness.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Hold on.
Who was this exactly? Eh [GUY DIAMOND HUMMING.]
[HISSES.]
Sir Snooze-a-Lot is mine! [LAUGHS.]
Oh [LAUGHS.]
Who is unimportant.
The point is, you must destroy that pillow before you destroy each other.
[BOTH LAUGH.]
Look out, Poppy.
I'm gonna destroy you.
No, I'll destroy you.
- Hmm.
- [POPPY.]
Dad, come on.
We can resolve who gets the pillow in a fair way.
Yeah, we just need to decide how.
Uh, hair, paper, scissors or maybe a Pillow fight! Pillow fight! That could be fun.
Sounds good to me.
Pillows at high noon.
Last Troll standing takes the prize, which, until then, will be held by an impartial third party.
See, Dad? A friendly solution without anyone going insane.
Now pillow each other to the death! Oh.
[LAUGHS.]
And so it begins.
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
[FOREBODING MUSIC, GONG SOUNDS.]
Hmm.
[YELLS.]
[GASPS.]
Ah! Ooh! Yah! A sneak attack? Oh, I am gonna wreck your whole world, son! Not if I wreck yours first! [YELLS.]
[YELLS.]
[GIA GROOVES.]
Hey! You're gonna wake the baby.
Shh.
Oh, sorry, Gia.
We'll we'll keep it down.
[BOTH GRUNTING SOFTLY.]
Yeah, got ya.
Yeah.
[POPPY YELLS.]
[YELLS.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[ALL.]
Happy birthday, dear Priscilla - [POPPY.]
Ah! - [BRANCH GRUNTS.]
[BOTH.]
Uh Happy birthday to you Gah! [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[GASPS.]
[GRUNTS.]
Hmm.
You know, the nice thing would be to let me have my pillow back.
[ETHEREAL MUSIC.]
[LORD BEDFELLOW.]
Don't let her take me, Branch.
I'm yours.
Sorry, Poppy.
I mean this in the friendliest way possible.
- Aah! - [WHISTLES.]
What a twist.
Three on one? That's not very friendly.
[WHISTLES.]
You guys know what to do.
In three, two No, not a song and dance number! Ha! Looks like you forgot you were fighting with Trolls! Pillow Fight - Pillow - Fight - Pillow - Fight Come on, guys, this isn't We're gonna win whatever the case is We won't stop Till we pillow your faces Stuffing will fly As we're shovin' and pushin' Float like a butterfly Sting like a cushion Pillow Fight - Pillow - Fight - Pillow - Fight We're Team Branch And we're ready to rumble We're Team Poppy, prepare to crumble Ah, fight [ALL GRUNTING.]
[SMIDGE YELLING.]
[BOTH GROWLING.]
[LAUGHS.]
Okay, now we're getting somewhere.
[YELLS.]
Oh, yeah, let's finally finish this.
[YELLS.]
[PEPPY.]
See? The desire for that pillow is consuming your very souls! - [THUNDER BOOMS.]
- [BRANCH.]
What? [LAUGHS.]
Consuming our souls? Dad, this fight has been the definition of civility.
[LAUGHS.]
[BOTH GROWL.]
Well, if this is so civil, then you'll have to quit, because it's time for Mags Gumdrop's improv show.
Oh, my Guh.
We can't miss that.
Mags makes up skits based on audience suggestions.
It's like magic.
- [DJ SUKI GASPS, TROLLS CHATTERING.]
- Huh.
I did RSVP.
It'd be rude not to go.
[GRITTING TEETH.]
Lord Bedfellow is just a pillow.
Got to keep it in perspective.
Pick this up tomorrow, buddy? How's Misty Meadows at dawn, pal? [BOTH GROWL.]
Actually, Poppy, you and I are having waffles at dawn.
[SIGHS.]
Fine.
Ten o'clock? [BOTH GROWL.]
[GUY DIAMOND.]
Ooh Heavy breakfast? I'd want some time to digest.
- Yeah, good point.
- Mm-hmm.
Let's say 10:30-ish.
Fine, but no using this truce to try anything sneaky.
Fine.
[BOTH GROWL.]
[ALL SNAPPING FINGERS RHYTHMICALLY.]
And so it reaches its midpoint.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[SNIFFS.]
Ah, I love the smell of pillows in the morning.
Smells like [MARCHING FOOTSTEPS.]
victory.
You might as well give up now, Poppy, because there's no [GASPS.]
[EERIE MUSIC.]
Hey, you gathered an army! That's sneaky! Well, you built a castle even sneakier! [BOTH HISS.]
Sorry.
Don't know what that was.
Yeah.
[CHUCKLES.]
Weird.
Branch, this is crazy.
No pillow can be worth all of this.
- Let's just agree - [LORD BEDFELLOW.]
Poppy.
Finish him, Poppy.
Finish him.
For Lord Bedfellow! [TROLLS CHEERING.]
Prepare for battle! [MARTIAL MUSIC.]
[HORN BLOWS.]
[MARCHING FOOTSTEPS.]
I won't lie to you, men.
Fight, and you may get hit by pillows.
Run, and you won't.
But many years from now, you'll wish you could trade all the days, from this day to that one, for one chance one chance To show them that they may hit us with pillows, but they're going to get hit by pillows, too! [TROLLS CHEERING.]
Charge! Charge! [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[ALL YELLING AND GRUNTING.]
[GROWLS.]
[ULULATING.]
Ha! [BOTH WHIMPERING.]
Wait.
Aren't we on the same team? Oh, that's right.
[ETHEREAL MUSIC.]
[GASPS.]
Oh, my Guh.
The beauty of nature illuminates the savagery of war.
[GRUNTS.]
Oh, my Guh! Now! Lord Bedfellow will be mine, Branch! It's over! Wrong, Poppy.
It's just begun.
[HORN BLOWS.]
[HEAVY FOOTSTEPS.]
[GASPS.]
Oh, no.
[TROLLS SCREAMING.]
[FOREBODING MUSIC.]
Whoa.
[ROARS.]
No, Gristle, ease up! [ROARS.]
[ALL YELLING IN SLOW MOTION.]
[ALL YELLING AND WHIMPERING.]
[GIGGLES.]
[TRAGIC MUSIC.]
[TROLLS GROANING.]
[TROLL.]
Why? Why? [SOBBING.]
Stay with me.
[GUY DIAMOND.]
No.
No! No! What hath we wrought? Dad was right.
We have to destroy Lord Bedfellow together.
[HOPEFUL MUSIC.]
[LORD BEDFELLOW GROANS, ROARS.]
[TRIUMPHANT MUSIC.]
[TROLLS CHEERING.]
And so it ends.
[DJ SUKI.]
Everyone, you got to check this out.
Wait.
No, check that.
I found something kind of strange.
It's a wooden chest filled with troll wigs and clothes and masks of us and, look, some sort of journal detailing our habits and routines.
I don't get it.
Why would anyone hide all these weird items out here in the middle of nowhere? [BRANCH.]
I'll tell you why.
Because someone's pretending to be a Troll to spy on us.
There's an impostor in our midst.
[TROLLS GASP.]
And so it's to be continued! [THUNDER RUMBLING.]
Ah! [POPPY.]
Live it up Every day you wake up singing Turn it up The party's just beginning All together you and me Hair in the air, we're a family We got everything we need Hair in the air 'Cause we're proud to be Celebrating who we are Yeah, we made it through the dark Harmony is everywhere Put your hair up in the air Ah, ah, ah, ah Put your hair up in the air