Trolls: The Beat Goes On! (2018) s08e03 Episode Script

1 Put your hair up in the air - Live it up - Hey! Every day you wake up singing - Turn it up - Whoo! 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 Because 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 Put your hair up in the air Heh.
I'm supposed to be meeting a friend here for picnic checkers.
But it looks like she's not gonna make it.
Mm, yes.
My friend has also not arrived for picnic checkers, and I've been looking forward to playing all week.
Mm.
Me, too.
Oh, well.
Wait.
Would you want to? Yes! This is so exciting.
Oh, I love cake.
Whoo! Poppy, what are you doing? Oh, I see.
Hide-and-seek! Not it! No, Smidge, I'm not playing hide-and-seek.
You're not? No! The reason I'm hiding here is because I'm friend-matching Harper and Dr.
Moonbloom.
Oh.
You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? Not a clue.
But I'm dying to find out.
As everyone knows, one of my goals as Queen has been to build more friendships in the Village.
So, by studying surveys from each Troll, I found pairings with a high likelihood of friendibility.
"One hundred and one questions to define your Spirit Cupcake.
" This is why you had the Village fill these out? Yep.
See, I compare Trolls' survey answers and see who matches.
Want to help? Of course! Hm.
Hm.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Guy Diamond and Sky Toronto are the most friend-patible match I have ever seen.
If we brought them together, it would be a whole new level of connection.
Sky, ever since we became friends, we're so connected.
It's like we can finish each other's - paragraphs - Yes! about the joy of new-found friendship Exactly! and how it's changed our lives for the better Word for word! as seen in the following three examples! Keep going! Oh, my guh! They'll be so excited when we tell them! Whoa! No! Smidge, we can't tell them they're a match.
I've done that before and it ruins the chemistry.
It's too much pressure.
So, Ripley, Poppy tells me we're a friend-match.
Huh.
Yeah, like, we're supposed to have this "instant connection.
" How crazy is that, right? Yes, instant connection, isn't it? Connecting.
No! I can't take it anymore! Awkward to the extreme! That is a problem.
So, instead, we keep the match on the down-low.
Let's do this! Mags Gumdrop wants silly straws for her milkshake party on Friday.
What do we have for her? Sillier.
Sillier! Hm.
- Gonna say less silly.
- Hey, Sky! Queen Poppy, may I help you? Guy's in the market for some rare party supplies, and I thought you could help him.
As you can see, I have quite an extensive collection.
But it's not yet complete.
Ooh! I thought I was the only collector in town.
As did I.
My assistant can show you what we've got.
This casual encounter is over.
Right this way.
What? Wait.
They're such a strong match.
Why are they not hitting it off? Maybe it's the setting.
We need to get Sky when he's not in "work mode.
" Hm.
I got it.
Yeah! Whoa! Sky Toronto? I did not know you were such a glitterball fanatic.
Wow! So is Guy Diamond.
What an unexpected coincidence! You're into glitterball? Of course! Eh? Eh? Eh? Go, Hug-a-bugs! Yeah! I believe you mean, "Go, Puffalos!" So, you're a Puffalo fan.
Indeed I am.
- Hug-a-bugs! - Puffalos! - Hug-a-bugs! - Puffalos! Uh All right! Let's get this game started! Who's gonna guess with Guy? Hm.
How about Sky Toronto? I got a good feeling about this.
An up arrow? Upward? Pointing up? The opposite of down? Time.
- It's a tree! - A tree? Then why did you waste so much time drawing "up"? I never should have played with a fan of the Puffalos! Sir, how dare you! I demand an apology! No! I demand an apology! He has no idea what a tree is! I don't know How are we gonna fix this? They just demanded apologies and stormed off! Hey, yeah! Apologies! According to this chart, the accuracy of our charts is way down if this chart can be trusted.
- Good point, good point.
- That's a tough one.
This came for me? Smells like an apology.
"Dear, Sky Toronto, I would" Guy Diamond? Me, you are one handsome devil.
Hey, Guy.
We ran into Sky Toronto, and he wanted us to give you this.
Sky Toronto? "Dear, Mr.
Diamond" I know! An apology letter from Sky Toronto.
Powerful stuff, huh? Huh? It's powerful, all right.
A powerful slap to my perfectly symmetrical face! - What? - He didn't sign in glitter! - What? - We don't understand! Glitter Trolls always sign in glitter to let you know they really mean what they've said.
But without it "Dear, Mr.
Diamond.
I am so sorry.
I am dying to be your friend.
Please, I really want you to give me another chance.
" Do you believe this Troll? Guy, wait! I Uh Uh Diamond! Toronto! Uh No! Poppy, you should have told him! No! I can still make this friendship happen! - Come on! - Oh, my guh! - Apologize! - No, you! - No, you! - No, you! - Apologize! - You apologize! - I told you to apologize! - You apologize! - I need an apology! - Whoa! Hey! Hey! Things are getting a little tense here, gang.
How about uh a song? That always brings people together.
A song? That's perfect! Wait, what? Ha! We all know you're not a strong singer, Sky.
You're going Down Well, the boys in R&D have been tinkering with this customized microphone, so I think I'll be Fine He has acquired the gift.
No! Guys! We're going the wrong way here! Ready, set, go! Don't you know You don't got nothing on me? Didn't you know I can outdo you supernaturally? But I got all the rhythm But I got the precision Ready, set, go! Yeah! Nothing can stop me Now that I can sing! Go! I don't got time for imitators I don't got time for any haters No! You can't get enough of Sky Toronto Calling your bluff No way you want to go Go! You're so dull You don't shine They're my friends Now they're mine Yeah! Stop! Look, there's something you should know.
You're only mad at each other because I tried to force you two to be friends.
What? What? Sorry.
What? The Spirit Cupcake survey I gave out? I have been using the answers to figure out which Trolls would make good friends, and you two were a near-perfect match! Sorry I interfered.
A survey? My assistant usually fills out that sort of thing for me.
Wait.
Guy's a match for Sky's assistant? Me, you are one handsome devil.
- That makes more sense.
- Indeed.
After all, a Guy Diamond-Sky Toronto friendship seems rather unlikely.
Although we did make excellent music together.
"Unrivaled" is the term that comes to mind.
Perhaps we could perform again sometime soon? - How about - right now? I thought you'd never ask.
Ready, set, go! We sing in perfect harmony Wouldn't you know Our voices blend majestically Ha! It worked! A new friendship! Exactly like I planned! That feels like a reach.
Close enough.
- Guys, guys! - Huh? Thank goodness I found you.
Gia Grooves needs us to fill in for her at the daycare.
She's having a bad hair day.
Bad hair! Bad hair! You're being so naughty today! It's gonna take her the entire day to get it all straightened out.
So, do you guys want to help me take care of some adorable Troll toddlers? Oh, yes! Where's Gia? Oh, no! They miss Gia so much.
How do we get them to stop crying? We got to find something that will keep their minds off of it like that! A scrapbook of old nursery rhymes? Think this will work? OK, then.
Here's one.
"Troll be nimble, Troll be quick.
Troll jumped over the candlestick.
" And that's it.
Uh-oh! You better give them more than that! Uh Make something up! Make something up? No way, man.
I'd just end up saying something ridiculous.
It's easy, DJ.
Just ask some basic dramatic questions, like, "Why did the Troll jump the candlestick?" - Uh - I'll tell you why.
Huh? Because he wanted to be a star! And candlestick jumping was his ticket to the big time.
Look at me.
I know he's just jumping a candlestick, but, boy, is it riveting! Everyone loved his performances, except one.
Guy Diamond? Ha! - What's the meaning of this? - Dad! What did we say about wasting time with this candlestick silliness? Your future is here at the factory, making party supplies.
But jumping is my dream! One day, I'll jump on the biggest stage in the Village - Madison Hair Garden! Why can't you take that seriously? Because in our family this is how you get taken seriously.
He was on the verge of giving up his dream.
Did someone narrate the word "dream"? Nova Swift! Agent to the stars! Nugget, your candlestick shtick is so sizzle, I want to make you the next big thing! What do you say? I say Madison Hair Garden here I come! He jumped from the streets to the club.
He jumped all the way to the top! You made it! Madison Hair Garden! But the nimbler you jump, the quicker you fall.
But there's a problem.
The candlestick thinks you've been hogging the spotlight.
He's going solo.
How could you betray me like this? Sorry, kid.
It's called candlestick jumping not candlestick friends.
And so, having lost it all there was only one place for him to go.
I'm back, Dad.
And I'm ready to be taken seriously now.
Yes, I've been watching your career, and I've decided I don't want you calling me "Dad" anymore.
Call me your biggest fan! Dad! Son! So, you see, the one candle he wanted to jump all along was the candle in his father's heart.
What? That was a heartwarming drama about the fleeting nature of fame! No, no, no! OK, OK, Guy.
That might have been a little too dramatic.
"Too dramatic.
" What does she mean? Let me try.
"Little Troll Horner sat in a corner, eating her Troll-berry pie.
She put in her thumb and pulled out a plum and said, 'What a good Troll am I?'" Uh Hm OK, why would the Troll say that? Because Because um it was the password that unlocked the plum's secret message! Hm? You see, Little Troll Horner was actually a super spy.
What a good Troll am I.
Greetings, Little Troll Horner, aka, Agent Smidge.
The eccentric, but brilliant Troll villain Doctor Biggie is up to his old tricks again.
He has created a golden record of the most danceable song known to Troll-kind.
We can't stop dancing! Your team must infiltrate the party he's hosting at his estate and find the record before he unleashes its power.
OK, this message will self-destruct.
Bye! Trolly's Angels, assemble.
Smidge, the Muscle.
DJ Suki, the Tech.
Satin, the Style.
I'm not part of this.
Chenille, not part of this.
Trolly's Angels! This is it, Doctor Biggie's big party! Here's the plan, Angels.
DJ, posing as a deejay, I want you to search the turntables for the golden record.
Roger.
I'll use my best disguise.
Satin, hair-grapple hook into that window and search Doctor Biggie's pod.
Whoa! And I'll check Doctor Biggie himself.
Golden record? Golden record? A-ha! No, that's a plate.
A-ha! No, that's a large, flat donut! A-ha! Wait, a pizza with a hole in it? Security! Someone in there? I'm not part of this! All clear.
That's a negative on Doctor Biggie's pod.
that's a negative on Doctor Biggie's pod.
DJ, any luck? Over.
Negative here, too.
OK, party Trolls! This next song is called "Hey, Smidge, The Golden Record Isn't Up Here, So Stopping Doctor Biggie Is All Up To You!" Whoo! Time to make my move.
I win again.
Care to try your luck at "Simon Says"? - Simon says, "Touch your nose.
" - Ha.
Simon says, "Hop on one foot.
" Ha-ha! Child's play! Simon says, "Spin around.
" Simon says, "Give me the golden record!" Here you go.
Wait! No! Give that back! You didn't say "Simon says.
" I'm staying! It's a good party! Whoa! "And so, Trolly's Angels saved the Village, and Doctor Biggie was never able to throw another party again.
" The end! Poppy, come on! A Troll never throwing a party again? Talk about bummer territory.
Uh DJ, come on! You tell one! What? Me? No, guys, I-I know I'll goof it all up.
Please! You've got to at least try! Please, DJ! Uh "Hickory, dickory, dock.
The Troll ran up the clock.
" Oh, man.
You can do it, DJ! Just ask yourself, "Why would a Troll go up a clock?" Why? Because Because um it was being chased by a pickle! Huh? I knew I'd say something goofy.
I'm no good at this.
A pickle? P-Pickles can't run! Being chased by a pickle! - DJ, you're on to something! - Keep going! Really? Um So, the Troll ran into the clock to find help! But inside, the only thing he found was ice cream cones! Grumpy ice cream cones, that sounded like monkeys! The Troll thought this was hilarious.
As did the pickle! And so did the Troll's brother, Fredrico the Cheese.
Ha-ha! Fredrico the Cheese? Oh, that simply tickles mine funny bone! He laughed so hard, he tooted a rainbow! Tooted a rainbow? I don't believe it.
That worked! See? The lesson is, you can do more than you think you can.
You just have to try.
Thanks.
But, actually, I think the lesson is that kids really like nonsense.
And Fredrico fell right into a pile of brownie batter! Hm.
I stand corrected.
Oh, that simply tickles mine funny bone!