Trolls: The Beat Goes On! (2018) s08e07 Episode Script
Bunker Break-In - To Catch a Critter
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 This game is ours, team.
There's no way Poppy's getting our flag.
[laughs.]
[Poppy grunts.]
Don't worry, Branch.
With a security expert like you as team captain, Poppy will never get that flag.
Ha! Truer words have never been spoken, Poppy.
Hm? Poppy? In the flesh, though not for long.
Oh, not today! - [Poppy laughs.]
- [Branch yells.]
[yelling continues.]
[grunts.]
- Better luck next time, Branch! - [groans.]
[Poppy.]
Victory! [cheering.]
You're amazing, Poppy! [auto-tuned.]
You simply can't be defended! Oh, pfft.
Well, I'm just here to have fun.
[Branch.]
Precisely! We were all just goofing off.
This victory proves nothing about who can guard who.
Uh I didn't say that, Branch.
I mean, I did just beat you six rounds straight.
- At a game, set in an open field! - [birds chirping.]
Sounds like someone feels defensive about his defenses.
[others.]
Ooh! Ha! If I used real security, you wouldn't stand a chance.
[others.]
Ooh! You got something in mind? As a matter of fact, I do.
New game.
I've placed my flag in the vault of my bunker.
You have the day to retrieve it and get it outside.
Unless, of course, you just want to surrender it now.
Come on, Branch.
Your bunker? We've snuck in there loads of times.
[others.]
Mm-hm.
I watched you sleep just last night! [others groan.]
That's because ever since we befriended the Bergens, I've only had my security in Suspicious Loner mode.
Today, I'll be switching back to full-on Paranoid Hermit.
[alarm blares.]
[all gasp.]
Big deal! Some extra traps? Traps, alarms, sensors.
And if you disturb any of them, the bunker goes on total lockdown.
[all gasp.]
Pfft! Who cares? W-We'll just turn off full lockdown.
[chuckles sheepishly.]
Oh, great idea! All you need to pull that off is two custom-made keys - [beep.]
- [whirring.]
which I keep on me at all times.
[cackles.]
Grr! So? All we have to do is um is um OK, when you figure out that snappy comeback, call me.
I'll be in my bunker, celebrating my inevitable victory.
Ha! Grr! All right, gang! - Who here cares deeply about Branch? - [others grunt.]
Right! Now, that said, who also wants to wipe that smug grin off his face? - [others grunts.]
- Good! Then we need a plan.
[Smidge.]
What if we use the Evisceration Shaft? That's worked before.
[Poppy.]
Uh I wouldn't do that, on account of the whole evisceration thing.
[felt Smidge screams.]
[Guy.]
Ah, but didn't Branch recently install a less lethal secret entrance - the Spaghetti Shaft? [Poppy.]
Won't work.
It's an unsolvable maze that only Branch knows how to get through.
This way! No, this way! You literally wouldn't know if you were coming or going.
[screams.]
Both ways! [screams.]
Face it, guys.
There's only one way into that bunker.
Branch is gonna have to let us in.
"Please, take me inside.
I have no home.
And I'm just a baby"? [babbling indistinctly.]
[sighs.]
Seriously, Smidge? This is your plan? No, Smidgey.
I baby.
- Dada! Dada! Dada! - Ew! Stop! This is so profoundly creepy! - Dada, take baby inside.
- Fine! - You want to come inside? - [beep.]
Oh, my guh! Uh I mean, oh, my goo-goo-guh-guh.
- [buzzer.]
- [screams.]
- [chuckles.]
- [Poppy.]
Hm.
Might need a better disguise.
OK, what's the emergency again? Oh, it's an epidemic! Trolls across the Village are reporting their piñatas are filled with [gasps.]
vegetables! You must let me inside to inspect yours right away! Really? King Peppy needs to come inside my bunker today to do something literally any other Troll could do? Well, I don't know if I like your tone.
Actually, I do.
So velvety.
But I assure you, I am King Peppy.
Fine.
Then what did you tell me the time we went fishing together? Uh Well, I said "Branch, I know you feel misunderstood sometimes, but the Trolls, they need you.
They may not admit it.
Heck, they may not even be aware of it.
But they need you son.
" We've never been fishing.
- [grunts.]
Oh, no! - [buzzer.]
Whoa! Maybe we've got to try something less complicated.
OK, this is just pathetic.
I'm serious, Branch.
Look! Behind you! Oh, sure.
Let me look so you can sneak in while my back is turned.
Branch, I'm 100 percent serious! Look! Not happening! Oh, for real! You got to look right now! Enough! - [beep.]
- [Cooper laughs.]
Three teammates down, Poppy! Face it, you are never getting in! - Now! - [locks turning.]
- Meep.
- We're in.
It's only a matter of time.
But Poppy isn't going to surrender easily.
So, get comfortable.
Oh, we will.
[all gasp.]
[Guy.]
The vault! [Poppy.]
And it only opens with an access code.
You think you can crack it? Hm? [gasps.]
Hm.
I'll need the right tool.
Nope.
Nope.
- Bingo.
- [clattering.]
[sobbing.]
So adorable! [wailing continues.]
Checkmate.
[grunts.]
Indestructible glass.
We'll see about that.
They don't call me "Guy Diamond" for nothing.
[grunts.]
[glass squeaking.]
- [air hisses.]
- [glass shatters.]
You're up, Poppy.
[breathes deeply.]
- [Guy.]
Yeah! - [Poppy.]
Yay! [Poppy grunting.]
We can't pull it out without tripping the alarm.
- [Smidge slurping.]
- [Branch over PA.]
Security breach! Bunker entering full system lockdown! - [alarm blaring.]
- [gasps.]
The flag! Huh? - [Branch.]
Poppy? - [sheepish giggling.]
You'll never get out on full lockdown! Uh W-Wrong! We've still got one chance.
To the Spaghetti Shaft! You want to escape into an indecipherable labyrinth that only I know how to navigate? I didn't say it was a good chance! [grunts.]
Go, go, go! [Biggie screams.]
[chuckles.]
You're in my world now.
[panting.]
Oh, dead end! [all.]
A deader end! [screaming.]
How do we get out of here? - [buzzer.]
- [screaming.]
[grunting.]
[Poppy grunts.]
It's over.
[sighs.]
[Branch chuckles.]
And the Spaghetti Shaft exit leads here.
Poppy, Poppy, Poppy.
I told you, my defenses can't be beaten.
[stifled laughter.]
Can't they, Branch? Can't they? No.
I still have my flag.
- Do you, Branch? Do you? - Will you stop answering me rhetorically? And, yes, it's right here.
What? It's the wrong flag? But why would you carry the wrong flag? Because the right flag was simply too well-guarded.
Even before we snuck in, we knew that we could never get it without tripping an alarm.
So we tripped it on purpose.
[alarm blaring.]
Go, go, go! So, what, you left the real flag inside, on full lockdown? Who cares? You still lose.
Not if we have two special keys.
- Dada! - [grunts.]
[Poppy.]
One in one pocket and one in the other.
B-But it still doesn't matter.
The flag can't walk itself outside.
You're all here, and I captured Smidge, DJ, and Cooper! Really? Did you capture Cooper? Or did you capture someone else? Someone who's grabbing the real flag as we speak.
[Branch.]
No! There's no way! You couldn't have! [Poppy.]
Oh, but we did, Branch.
- [beep.]
- [whirring.]
[whirring.]
[gasps.]
Booyah! But But that doesn't - I - [Poppy.]
Ha-ha.
OK.
When you figure out that snappy comeback, call us.
We'll be here celebrating our actual victory.
[cheering.]
[groans.]
Actually, that was pretty good.
[singing indistinctly.]
[sniffs.]
Ah.
There.
All set for my picnic with Milton Moss.
I got the fanciest meat and cheese -flavored cupcakes.
The Village's finest bottle of chocolate milk.
[chuckles.]
Whoa! Then, after we eat, that's when the real fireworks begin.
[crackling.]
Ooh! Milton's gonna love all of this.
He told me he thinks you're pretty special.
[gasps.]
Really? [gasps.]
I'm late to meet Milton at the Pet 'N' Vet! No time for hugs! Bye! Sorry.
The excitement, it's got me talking crazy.
[grunts.]
Love you! [bleating.]
Well, Mr.
Sprinkles, for a glitter worm, this heart sounds perfectly normal.
It's the other four hearts that worry me.
[steady beep.]
[Smidge.]
Milton? [gasps.]
Smidge.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Ready for our picnic? Uh-huh.
I'm glad.
I'm glad you're glad.
I'm glad you're glad I'm glad.
I just need to grab the marshtato salad I made.
Be right back.
[sighs.]
Oh, my guh.
It's already going so well! Don't you think? [critters squeal.]
Actually, I have no idea what you're saying, so I'll just assume you agree with me! Uh-oh.
- [critters squeal.]
- No! No, no, no! Please, don't! [critter grunts.]
Oh, my guh! I let Milton's critters escape! [hyperventilating.]
OK, don't panic, Smidge.
With some clear thinking, you can make all of this right before Milton gets back.
- [Milton.]
I'm back! - Oh, my guh! [critters squeal.]
Oh, no! How did the critters get out? I'm so sorry, Milton! It's my fault.
B-But maybe it will all work out.
I mean, maybe they'll just come back on their own, right? [shudders.]
OK, maybe not.
But I can fix it! I'll follow the tracks and bring them back! At the end of these tracks we'll find your sweet little critters.
See? I swear, I'll find them.
It's OK, Smidge.
I know this was an accident.
- And I'll find them all - [gasps.]
- eventually - [groans.]
Oh.
- if I'm lucky - [groans.]
which I'm not.
[groans.]
But, first, I have to calm things down here.
- [critters squeal.]
- Easy, little ones.
I know you're spooked, but let's not panic.
- [firework explodes.]
- Uh-oh.
- [critters squeal.]
- [screams.]
Stay back! Just go home! I'll see you later! [screams.]
Sorry, Milton.
I can't go home.
Not until I make this right.
Ha-ha-ha! [epic orchestral music blaring.]
Hey, Smidge.
What you doing? Posing dramatically before I go fix my mistake with Milton by catching some missing critters.
- Want to come? - Sure! [big cat screeches.]
[birds chirping.]
Hm.
The four missing critters diverged here.
I say we start with the Two-Horned Heckler.
We'll need some help.
- All right, Branch, you're on.
- [microphone whines.]
Why did the tree get in trouble? Because it was being knotty.
[drum sting.]
- [tuba-like honk.]
- [blows raspberry.]
[Branch groans.]
- Poppy, now! - [both grunt.]
[trombone-like honk.]
That's one down.
[Smidge.]
The Shutter Beetle can't resist the chance to strike a pose.
OK, Smidge, smile in three, two, one! [dance music.]
[critter growls.]
Wahoo! - Say "cheese.
" - Cheese! [Smidge.]
If you let a Flopper Hopper get into water, it's gone for good.
- [grunts.]
- [critter ribbits.]
Get back here! Fake pond.
Gets them every time.
Just one critter left - the Subtle Sloth.
Oh, my guh! Where is this thing? [groans.]
We've been out here for hours! Milton's gonna be so worried! Despair, despair, despair! [gasps.]
- Found him! - [critter grunts.]
Way to go, despair! - Um - What? Smidge, that's not a Subtle Sloth.
That's a Sugar Sloth.
Oh, my guh! Is that bad? Subtle Sloths have a stripe on their backs.
That creature does not.
See? Also, if exposed to a full moon, Sugar Sloths transform into a ferocious beast with an insatiable appetite for sweets! Poppy, thank goodness we found you! DJ Suki needs your help! [in unison.]
She's sleep-deejaying! [dubstep blaring.]
[screaming.]
Ooh! Smidge, take the critters we already have back to the Pet 'N' Vet.
I'll meet you there as soon as I can.
But I don't have them all yet.
I haven't fixed my mistake with Milton.
I know.
But you tried.
If you tell him that, he'll understand.
[groans.]
Why couldn't you have a stripe on your back? - [ticking.]
- [ding.]
[gasps.]
Wait.
Yeah.
- Why couldn't you? - [critter grunts.]
Thanks for dropping me off.
You guys sure you can get DJ home? [both.]
Uh-huh.
[snores.]
Make some noise! [snores.]
Good.
I want to support Smidge.
She was so worried about Milton.
Thank you, Smidge.
Thank you so much! I can't believe you found all four critters.
[critters squeal.]
All four critters? Hm.
- [critter grunts.]
- [Milton sighs.]
And now that everything's back to normal, we can finally have our picnic.
Oh.
Well, Milton, I didn't do this just so we could have a picnic.
I know.
But I want to.
Please? OK.
Thank you.
No, thank you.
No, thank you.
[sighs.]
- [Poppy.]
Smidge! - Uh-oh.
Please tell me you found all the right critters and that you didn't paint a stripe on a Sugar Sloth.
What? No! OK, obviously, I did it.
But now Milton won't worry, and I can find the Subtle Sloth later.
Plus, the Sugar Sloth isn't a problem unless there's a full moon, which isn't for three weeks.
No, Smidge.
Not that kind of full moon.
- [Guy.]
Milton! - [Poppy gasps.]
I think I found one of your Pet 'N' Vet critters.
That kind of full moon! Oh, Milton! Huh? [growling.]
[snarling.]
[sniffs.]
[roars.]
Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! It's gonna eat all the sweets in Troll Village! [roars.]
[baby wailing.]
[wailing stops.]
[wailing resumes.]
[Trolls chattering.]
[roars.]
[screaming.]
Hey! You're not even wearing a blindfold! [roars.]
- [snarls.]
- [Cooper screaming.]
[Smidge panting.]
[gasps.]
Oh, no! That way leads straight to the sugar motherlode! Ah, the Sprinkles Mine.
A never-ending supply of sugary goodness.
Huh? Who's there? - [roars.]
- [screams.]
- [roaring.]
- [screaming.]
Oh, no.
What do we do? Nothing we can do.
The Sugar Sloth will eat all the sprinkles.
I hope you like your sundaes plain.
[both.]
No! No! I won't let this happen.
Smidge, where are you going? Where I should have gone from the beginning.
To get a critter expert! - [critter roars.]
- [screaming.]
- Is there anything you can do? - Yes.
Some critters fall asleep when they hear the right song.
[lively melody.]
[snoring.]
Oops.
Wrong song.
[critter roars.]
Hurry, Milton! [lively melody.]
[critter roars.]
[Trolls screaming.]
[all gasp.]
[both.]
Aw! Can I keep him? Thank you, Milton.
Of course.
But I don't understand why you didn't come get me in the first place.
Because I felt bad about my mistake from before.
I just didn't want it to wreck our friendship.
Oh, Smidge, one little mistake isn't gonna change that.
You should feel comfortable being 100 percent honest with me.
Really? Well, then I guess you should know that I occasionally forget the lyrics to "Happy Birthday.
" Oh, you don't actually have to tell me now.
Also, I drool in my sleep sometimes.
- Uh, OK, all the time.
- Uh, I Oh, and this one time, I got frosting in my hair and left it there for three days.
Not because I didn't notice it, it just smelled good.
Pretty weird, huh? Not that weird.
[Smidge gasps.]
Is that? Frosting.
Been there six days.
Aw! Gross, but aw! [Milton laughs.]
[Poppy.]
You know, you two never got to have your picnic.
How about a moonlit stroll instead? [both.]
A moonlit stroll? [Smidge sighs.]
There's no way Poppy's getting our flag.
[laughs.]
[Poppy grunts.]
Don't worry, Branch.
With a security expert like you as team captain, Poppy will never get that flag.
Ha! Truer words have never been spoken, Poppy.
Hm? Poppy? In the flesh, though not for long.
Oh, not today! - [Poppy laughs.]
- [Branch yells.]
[yelling continues.]
[grunts.]
- Better luck next time, Branch! - [groans.]
[Poppy.]
Victory! [cheering.]
You're amazing, Poppy! [auto-tuned.]
You simply can't be defended! Oh, pfft.
Well, I'm just here to have fun.
[Branch.]
Precisely! We were all just goofing off.
This victory proves nothing about who can guard who.
Uh I didn't say that, Branch.
I mean, I did just beat you six rounds straight.
- At a game, set in an open field! - [birds chirping.]
Sounds like someone feels defensive about his defenses.
[others.]
Ooh! Ha! If I used real security, you wouldn't stand a chance.
[others.]
Ooh! You got something in mind? As a matter of fact, I do.
New game.
I've placed my flag in the vault of my bunker.
You have the day to retrieve it and get it outside.
Unless, of course, you just want to surrender it now.
Come on, Branch.
Your bunker? We've snuck in there loads of times.
[others.]
Mm-hm.
I watched you sleep just last night! [others groan.]
That's because ever since we befriended the Bergens, I've only had my security in Suspicious Loner mode.
Today, I'll be switching back to full-on Paranoid Hermit.
[alarm blares.]
[all gasp.]
Big deal! Some extra traps? Traps, alarms, sensors.
And if you disturb any of them, the bunker goes on total lockdown.
[all gasp.]
Pfft! Who cares? W-We'll just turn off full lockdown.
[chuckles sheepishly.]
Oh, great idea! All you need to pull that off is two custom-made keys - [beep.]
- [whirring.]
which I keep on me at all times.
[cackles.]
Grr! So? All we have to do is um is um OK, when you figure out that snappy comeback, call me.
I'll be in my bunker, celebrating my inevitable victory.
Ha! Grr! All right, gang! - Who here cares deeply about Branch? - [others grunt.]
Right! Now, that said, who also wants to wipe that smug grin off his face? - [others grunts.]
- Good! Then we need a plan.
[Smidge.]
What if we use the Evisceration Shaft? That's worked before.
[Poppy.]
Uh I wouldn't do that, on account of the whole evisceration thing.
[felt Smidge screams.]
[Guy.]
Ah, but didn't Branch recently install a less lethal secret entrance - the Spaghetti Shaft? [Poppy.]
Won't work.
It's an unsolvable maze that only Branch knows how to get through.
This way! No, this way! You literally wouldn't know if you were coming or going.
[screams.]
Both ways! [screams.]
Face it, guys.
There's only one way into that bunker.
Branch is gonna have to let us in.
"Please, take me inside.
I have no home.
And I'm just a baby"? [babbling indistinctly.]
[sighs.]
Seriously, Smidge? This is your plan? No, Smidgey.
I baby.
- Dada! Dada! Dada! - Ew! Stop! This is so profoundly creepy! - Dada, take baby inside.
- Fine! - You want to come inside? - [beep.]
Oh, my guh! Uh I mean, oh, my goo-goo-guh-guh.
- [buzzer.]
- [screams.]
- [chuckles.]
- [Poppy.]
Hm.
Might need a better disguise.
OK, what's the emergency again? Oh, it's an epidemic! Trolls across the Village are reporting their piñatas are filled with [gasps.]
vegetables! You must let me inside to inspect yours right away! Really? King Peppy needs to come inside my bunker today to do something literally any other Troll could do? Well, I don't know if I like your tone.
Actually, I do.
So velvety.
But I assure you, I am King Peppy.
Fine.
Then what did you tell me the time we went fishing together? Uh Well, I said "Branch, I know you feel misunderstood sometimes, but the Trolls, they need you.
They may not admit it.
Heck, they may not even be aware of it.
But they need you son.
" We've never been fishing.
- [grunts.]
Oh, no! - [buzzer.]
Whoa! Maybe we've got to try something less complicated.
OK, this is just pathetic.
I'm serious, Branch.
Look! Behind you! Oh, sure.
Let me look so you can sneak in while my back is turned.
Branch, I'm 100 percent serious! Look! Not happening! Oh, for real! You got to look right now! Enough! - [beep.]
- [Cooper laughs.]
Three teammates down, Poppy! Face it, you are never getting in! - Now! - [locks turning.]
- Meep.
- We're in.
It's only a matter of time.
But Poppy isn't going to surrender easily.
So, get comfortable.
Oh, we will.
[all gasp.]
[Guy.]
The vault! [Poppy.]
And it only opens with an access code.
You think you can crack it? Hm? [gasps.]
Hm.
I'll need the right tool.
Nope.
Nope.
- Bingo.
- [clattering.]
[sobbing.]
So adorable! [wailing continues.]
Checkmate.
[grunts.]
Indestructible glass.
We'll see about that.
They don't call me "Guy Diamond" for nothing.
[grunts.]
[glass squeaking.]
- [air hisses.]
- [glass shatters.]
You're up, Poppy.
[breathes deeply.]
- [Guy.]
Yeah! - [Poppy.]
Yay! [Poppy grunting.]
We can't pull it out without tripping the alarm.
- [Smidge slurping.]
- [Branch over PA.]
Security breach! Bunker entering full system lockdown! - [alarm blaring.]
- [gasps.]
The flag! Huh? - [Branch.]
Poppy? - [sheepish giggling.]
You'll never get out on full lockdown! Uh W-Wrong! We've still got one chance.
To the Spaghetti Shaft! You want to escape into an indecipherable labyrinth that only I know how to navigate? I didn't say it was a good chance! [grunts.]
Go, go, go! [Biggie screams.]
[chuckles.]
You're in my world now.
[panting.]
Oh, dead end! [all.]
A deader end! [screaming.]
How do we get out of here? - [buzzer.]
- [screaming.]
[grunting.]
[Poppy grunts.]
It's over.
[sighs.]
[Branch chuckles.]
And the Spaghetti Shaft exit leads here.
Poppy, Poppy, Poppy.
I told you, my defenses can't be beaten.
[stifled laughter.]
Can't they, Branch? Can't they? No.
I still have my flag.
- Do you, Branch? Do you? - Will you stop answering me rhetorically? And, yes, it's right here.
What? It's the wrong flag? But why would you carry the wrong flag? Because the right flag was simply too well-guarded.
Even before we snuck in, we knew that we could never get it without tripping an alarm.
So we tripped it on purpose.
[alarm blaring.]
Go, go, go! So, what, you left the real flag inside, on full lockdown? Who cares? You still lose.
Not if we have two special keys.
- Dada! - [grunts.]
[Poppy.]
One in one pocket and one in the other.
B-But it still doesn't matter.
The flag can't walk itself outside.
You're all here, and I captured Smidge, DJ, and Cooper! Really? Did you capture Cooper? Or did you capture someone else? Someone who's grabbing the real flag as we speak.
[Branch.]
No! There's no way! You couldn't have! [Poppy.]
Oh, but we did, Branch.
- [beep.]
- [whirring.]
[whirring.]
[gasps.]
Booyah! But But that doesn't - I - [Poppy.]
Ha-ha.
OK.
When you figure out that snappy comeback, call us.
We'll be here celebrating our actual victory.
[cheering.]
[groans.]
Actually, that was pretty good.
[singing indistinctly.]
[sniffs.]
Ah.
There.
All set for my picnic with Milton Moss.
I got the fanciest meat and cheese -flavored cupcakes.
The Village's finest bottle of chocolate milk.
[chuckles.]
Whoa! Then, after we eat, that's when the real fireworks begin.
[crackling.]
Ooh! Milton's gonna love all of this.
He told me he thinks you're pretty special.
[gasps.]
Really? [gasps.]
I'm late to meet Milton at the Pet 'N' Vet! No time for hugs! Bye! Sorry.
The excitement, it's got me talking crazy.
[grunts.]
Love you! [bleating.]
Well, Mr.
Sprinkles, for a glitter worm, this heart sounds perfectly normal.
It's the other four hearts that worry me.
[steady beep.]
[Smidge.]
Milton? [gasps.]
Smidge.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Ready for our picnic? Uh-huh.
I'm glad.
I'm glad you're glad.
I'm glad you're glad I'm glad.
I just need to grab the marshtato salad I made.
Be right back.
[sighs.]
Oh, my guh.
It's already going so well! Don't you think? [critters squeal.]
Actually, I have no idea what you're saying, so I'll just assume you agree with me! Uh-oh.
- [critters squeal.]
- No! No, no, no! Please, don't! [critter grunts.]
Oh, my guh! I let Milton's critters escape! [hyperventilating.]
OK, don't panic, Smidge.
With some clear thinking, you can make all of this right before Milton gets back.
- [Milton.]
I'm back! - Oh, my guh! [critters squeal.]
Oh, no! How did the critters get out? I'm so sorry, Milton! It's my fault.
B-But maybe it will all work out.
I mean, maybe they'll just come back on their own, right? [shudders.]
OK, maybe not.
But I can fix it! I'll follow the tracks and bring them back! At the end of these tracks we'll find your sweet little critters.
See? I swear, I'll find them.
It's OK, Smidge.
I know this was an accident.
- And I'll find them all - [gasps.]
- eventually - [groans.]
Oh.
- if I'm lucky - [groans.]
which I'm not.
[groans.]
But, first, I have to calm things down here.
- [critters squeal.]
- Easy, little ones.
I know you're spooked, but let's not panic.
- [firework explodes.]
- Uh-oh.
- [critters squeal.]
- [screams.]
Stay back! Just go home! I'll see you later! [screams.]
Sorry, Milton.
I can't go home.
Not until I make this right.
Ha-ha-ha! [epic orchestral music blaring.]
Hey, Smidge.
What you doing? Posing dramatically before I go fix my mistake with Milton by catching some missing critters.
- Want to come? - Sure! [big cat screeches.]
[birds chirping.]
Hm.
The four missing critters diverged here.
I say we start with the Two-Horned Heckler.
We'll need some help.
- All right, Branch, you're on.
- [microphone whines.]
Why did the tree get in trouble? Because it was being knotty.
[drum sting.]
- [tuba-like honk.]
- [blows raspberry.]
[Branch groans.]
- Poppy, now! - [both grunt.]
[trombone-like honk.]
That's one down.
[Smidge.]
The Shutter Beetle can't resist the chance to strike a pose.
OK, Smidge, smile in three, two, one! [dance music.]
[critter growls.]
Wahoo! - Say "cheese.
" - Cheese! [Smidge.]
If you let a Flopper Hopper get into water, it's gone for good.
- [grunts.]
- [critter ribbits.]
Get back here! Fake pond.
Gets them every time.
Just one critter left - the Subtle Sloth.
Oh, my guh! Where is this thing? [groans.]
We've been out here for hours! Milton's gonna be so worried! Despair, despair, despair! [gasps.]
- Found him! - [critter grunts.]
Way to go, despair! - Um - What? Smidge, that's not a Subtle Sloth.
That's a Sugar Sloth.
Oh, my guh! Is that bad? Subtle Sloths have a stripe on their backs.
That creature does not.
See? Also, if exposed to a full moon, Sugar Sloths transform into a ferocious beast with an insatiable appetite for sweets! Poppy, thank goodness we found you! DJ Suki needs your help! [in unison.]
She's sleep-deejaying! [dubstep blaring.]
[screaming.]
Ooh! Smidge, take the critters we already have back to the Pet 'N' Vet.
I'll meet you there as soon as I can.
But I don't have them all yet.
I haven't fixed my mistake with Milton.
I know.
But you tried.
If you tell him that, he'll understand.
[groans.]
Why couldn't you have a stripe on your back? - [ticking.]
- [ding.]
[gasps.]
Wait.
Yeah.
- Why couldn't you? - [critter grunts.]
Thanks for dropping me off.
You guys sure you can get DJ home? [both.]
Uh-huh.
[snores.]
Make some noise! [snores.]
Good.
I want to support Smidge.
She was so worried about Milton.
Thank you, Smidge.
Thank you so much! I can't believe you found all four critters.
[critters squeal.]
All four critters? Hm.
- [critter grunts.]
- [Milton sighs.]
And now that everything's back to normal, we can finally have our picnic.
Oh.
Well, Milton, I didn't do this just so we could have a picnic.
I know.
But I want to.
Please? OK.
Thank you.
No, thank you.
No, thank you.
[sighs.]
- [Poppy.]
Smidge! - Uh-oh.
Please tell me you found all the right critters and that you didn't paint a stripe on a Sugar Sloth.
What? No! OK, obviously, I did it.
But now Milton won't worry, and I can find the Subtle Sloth later.
Plus, the Sugar Sloth isn't a problem unless there's a full moon, which isn't for three weeks.
No, Smidge.
Not that kind of full moon.
- [Guy.]
Milton! - [Poppy gasps.]
I think I found one of your Pet 'N' Vet critters.
That kind of full moon! Oh, Milton! Huh? [growling.]
[snarling.]
[sniffs.]
[roars.]
Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! It's gonna eat all the sweets in Troll Village! [roars.]
[baby wailing.]
[wailing stops.]
[wailing resumes.]
[Trolls chattering.]
[roars.]
[screaming.]
Hey! You're not even wearing a blindfold! [roars.]
- [snarls.]
- [Cooper screaming.]
[Smidge panting.]
[gasps.]
Oh, no! That way leads straight to the sugar motherlode! Ah, the Sprinkles Mine.
A never-ending supply of sugary goodness.
Huh? Who's there? - [roars.]
- [screams.]
- [roaring.]
- [screaming.]
Oh, no.
What do we do? Nothing we can do.
The Sugar Sloth will eat all the sprinkles.
I hope you like your sundaes plain.
[both.]
No! No! I won't let this happen.
Smidge, where are you going? Where I should have gone from the beginning.
To get a critter expert! - [critter roars.]
- [screaming.]
- Is there anything you can do? - Yes.
Some critters fall asleep when they hear the right song.
[lively melody.]
[snoring.]
Oops.
Wrong song.
[critter roars.]
Hurry, Milton! [lively melody.]
[critter roars.]
[Trolls screaming.]
[all gasp.]
[both.]
Aw! Can I keep him? Thank you, Milton.
Of course.
But I don't understand why you didn't come get me in the first place.
Because I felt bad about my mistake from before.
I just didn't want it to wreck our friendship.
Oh, Smidge, one little mistake isn't gonna change that.
You should feel comfortable being 100 percent honest with me.
Really? Well, then I guess you should know that I occasionally forget the lyrics to "Happy Birthday.
" Oh, you don't actually have to tell me now.
Also, I drool in my sleep sometimes.
- Uh, OK, all the time.
- Uh, I Oh, and this one time, I got frosting in my hair and left it there for three days.
Not because I didn't notice it, it just smelled good.
Pretty weird, huh? Not that weird.
[Smidge gasps.]
Is that? Frosting.
Been there six days.
Aw! Gross, but aw! [Milton laughs.]
[Poppy.]
You know, you two never got to have your picnic.
How about a moonlit stroll instead? [both.]
A moonlit stroll? [Smidge sighs.]