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♪ You could do it solo ♪

♪ But then you'd be all by yourself ♪

♪ Yo! So, it'd be more fun To share this one ♪

♪ With someone else ♪

♪ Together we will soar Across the sky and beyond ♪

♪ So turn up your voice ♪

♪ Stand up and sing along ♪

♪ All different voices Everybody now! ♪

♪ Our melodies ringing ♪

♪ We're livin' in harmony ♪

♪ Yeah, we're livin' in harmony ♪

♪ Our song is much stronger With every Troll singing ♪

♪ We're livin' in harmony ♪♪

POPPY: Six unique tribes brought together with one mission:

to explore each other's cultures.

But now, it's time to see just how much we've learned about one another.

It's every Troll's favorite trivia game…

AUDIENCE: Troll‐vial pursuit!

[ audience cheering ]

‐ I have personally written a series of questions

that will test your TrollsTopian knowledge of other tribes.

Who wants to go first?

SYNTH: Ooh!

I'll take Country Western Tribe for meh‐meh‐meh‐meh!

‐ For meh‐meh‐meh‐meh!

What is the Country Western Tribe's most celebrated fall holiday?

‐ Hmm…

Is it Yee‐Halloween?

‐ Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!

‐ Ha‐ha!

‐ And for a Classical Tribe bonus question…

What is a hair‐psichord?

‐ Oh! A traditional, five octave string‐mount instrument,

which produces rich organ‐like sound

and is most easily recognized

by its parallel duel‐keyboard architecture?

‐ Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!

HOLLY: Hot dang!

‐ Now for the Hard Rock Tribe lightning round.

Who can tell me the Troll who founded Volcano Rock City?

[ audience murmurs ]

‐ George Thrash‐ington!

[ imitates a buzzer sound ]

‐ Sorry, Dante.

The correct answer is Alexander Slam‐ilton.

AUDIENCE: Oh…

‐ Hmm, no, it's not! The answer is George Thrash‐ington!

Dante was right.

[ audience gasps ]

‐ Oh! Really?

Sorry about that, Dante. I withdraw my…

[ buzzer sound ]

How about this one?

Of the seven sacred power‐chords…

‐ Uh, there's only six.

[ audience murmurs ]

‐ Uh, uh…

Why don't we try this one?

‐ No! Wrong!

It's G‐minor!

That one's Alexander Slam‐ilton.

‐ Heh‐heh. Sorry, gang.

I seem to have gotten some things wrong about the Hard Rock Tribe.

[ Hair‐psichord playing ]

‐ Ha‐ha!

Found me a Hair‐psichord, ya'll!

[ Hair‐psichord playing ]

‐ Val, I am so sorry!

I have no idea how I messed up so many Hard Rock details

when I was writing the questions.

‐ Uh, it's no big deal. You're just not as interested

in the Hard Rock Tribe as you are the others.

‐ Wha‐‐ what?

‐ Hard Rock Trolls are loud, aggressive, the very definition of awesomeness.

It's cool, we're just not your flavor of cupcake.

‐ Whoa. That is not what's going on here.

Hard Rock Trolls are one of my favorite flavors!

See this? This is a rock‐flavored cupcake.

Gimme that cupcake! Nom‐nom‐nom.

I just got a few facts confused!

All I need is a little time to brush up on rock culture, that's all.

‐ Well, if you wanna spend some time with Hard Rock Trolls,

you could come stay in Rock Hollow for a while.

After one week in the Hollow, you'll practically be a Hard Rock Troll.

That is, unless you don't want to.

‐ No, no, I want.

I want so hard.

Because I love hard rock cupcakes!

Oh‐oh, my first night sleeping in Rock Hollow!

I'm so excited!

‐ Yep.

Just keep in mind, we try to be on our best behavior

when guests are over.

But if you're gonna be living as one of us,

you're gonna get us unfiltered.

[ rock music playing ]

[ Poppy gasps ]

[ Demo cheering ]

‐ Yeah!

‐ What!

[ Troll laughing ]

Ah!

‐ Got an order for Jill! Order for Jill!

‐ Heh‐heh. I'm not Jill.

‐ Uh?

‐ You okay?

‐ Who, me?

I'm great! I was just, uh…

admiring these guitars!

Ah!

‐ Oh, some of the guitars are snakes.

Helps us keep our edge.

‐ Oh! Some guitars are snakes.

Look at that, I'm learning new facts already.

‐ Welcome, m'lady. If I may show you to your quarters…

♪

I am so sorry!

They promised me that the room would be ready!

♪

There! Now, it's ready.

‐ Ah!

[ rock music playing ]

Ugh.

‐ First we start the day with the Rock morning announcements.

Why don't you do the honors?

‐ Me?

I love announcements!

Thanks, Val!

Good morning!

Looks like we have a band practice today at 11:00‐‐

TROLL 1: Boo!

TROLL 2: It starts when it starts, man!

TROLL 3: Can't put me on your hamster wheel!

‐ Uh…

Did I say something wrong?

‐ Not at all!

This is how we express our rebel spirit. You're doing great!

‐ Uh…

There's also an open class on hair spiking this afternoon‐‐

TROLL 4: Your agenda can't dim my light!

TROLL 5: Your empire will crumble!

‐ Hmm…

Okay.

Have a great day!

TROLL 6: You can't tell me what to do!

[ crowd booing ]

[ rock music playing ]

[ Poppy complains ]

[ Poppy yawning ]

‐ Prepare thyself, m'lady.

For the Mosh‐a‐thon is upon us.

‐ 24 hours of pure, uninterrupted moshing.

‐ 24 hours‐‐

EVERYBODY: Whoa!

[ Trolls cheering ]

‐ Nice moshing!

‐ Way to go.

‐ I did it.

I can't believe it!

I moshed for a full 24 hours!

‐ And now… 'tis time for the Mosh‐a‐thon!

‐ That wasn't the Mosh‐a‐thon?

‐ Oh, no, that was just a warmup mosh.

Let's mosh!

[ Poppy screaming ]

[ Poppy moaning ]

‐ Look, Popsqueak, you've done more than enough rock stuff.

You don't have to keep doing this.

‐ Wha‐‐? No! I'm not done yet.

Gimme more hard rock cupcakes, 'cuz I love them so much.

Y'know…

‐ Wow! Consider me impressed.

I thought for sure this would be too intense for you to handle.

‐ Uh…

‐ In fact, since you're practically one of us,

why don't we make it official with a…

rock‐nitiation!

[ thunder ]

‐ Rock‐nitiation? Wha‐‐ What's that?

‐ It's our official induction ceremony where you dive off a stage into a crowd.

‐ Phew!

The way you said it with all the lightning,

I thought it was something scary.

I think I can handle a stage dive!

‐ Oh, rock‐nitiation isn't just a stage dive.

It's a stage high dive!

[ Poppy gasps ]

Everyone, give it up for Poppy!

‐ Huh!

[ crowd cheering ]

Huh?

♪ Go, go, go, go ♪

♪ Go, go, go ♪

♪ You can do it ♪

♪ We'll cheer you on ♪

♪ Till you get through it ♪

♪ And become one of us ♪

♪ Become one of us ♪

♪ Welcome to your new life ♪

♪ What you waiting for ♪

♪ You won't believe the crazy things ♪

♪ That we got in store ♪

♪ And all you gotta do is climb ♪

♪ Higher than you ever been ♪

♪ Get out to the edge And dive right in! ♪

♪ You can do it ♪

♪ We'll cheer you on ♪

♪ Till you get through it ♪

♪ And become one of us ♪

♪ Become one of us ♪♪

‐ Uh…

[ Poppy gasps ]

[ Trolls cheering ]

‐ Well…

‐ Okay.

I guess I'll jump then.

Yay.

[ Trolls cheering ]

In one…

two…

three!

Ah!

Nope! No way!

‐ Huh? Poppy?

What‐‐ What's going on?

‐ I don't want to do this stage dive, Val!

It is way too intense for me.

This entire week has been too intense for me.

‐ I‐‐ I thought you loved the hard rock life?

What about "nom‐nom‐nom"?

‐ I exaggerated the nom‐nom‐noms.

You were right from the start.

There are things about Hard Rock Trolls I don't connect with or understand.

I wish that weren't true, but it is.

[ Poppy gasps ]

‐ Yeah. I know. I just wanted to hear you say it.

‐ Huh?

‐ Why do you think I made up this ridiculous idea of Rock‐nitiation?

‐ This isn't a real rock thing?

‐ Of course not!

It was just a way to push you to your limit.

Heh‐heh, I rock so hard.

Poppy, it's okay that you're not interested

in everything the Hard Rock Tribe does.

I'm not interested in everything that you do.

Because we're not the same Troll.

I mean, how boring would that be, right?

‐ Right.

But, Val, you need to know that just because I don't like

some Hard Rock stuff,

doesn't mean I don't like the Hard Rock Tribe.

‐ I know.

In fact, knowing that you didn't like it, but you still tried,

shows me just how much you care.

‐ Thanks, Val.

‐ Now, go home! Get outta here!

This stage isn't gonna high dive itself.

Yeah!

[ Poppy laughing ]

‐ Ah…

Hmm…

Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm…

[ punching sounds ]

Ah…

[ bell rings ]

‐ Well, there's the bell!

Welcome to Pie 101, y'all!

[ class cheering ]

In the spirit of cross‐cultural exploration,

I thought I'd teach a little crash course

on the time honored Country Western tradition of pie bakin'!

CLASS: Oh!

‐ Now, before I show you your first recipe,

I'd like to say, keep it simple.

Bakin' ain't supposed to be all complicated.

The only thing that matters

is that ya let each pie express what's in your heart.

CLASS: Aww.

‐ Yeah, I'd like to say that, but I can't 'cuz it ain't true!

H'yah!

CLASS: Whoa!

‐ That's some recipe!

‐ Now get bakin', y'all!

Woohoo!

♪

‐ Uh, Holly, I'm confused by step eighty‐three in the recipe.

‐ Huh?

"Pour 5/8ths of a half teaspoon of a 2 pound bag of flour

into 8/9ths of a 6 quart bowl."

What's confusin' about that?

‐ Uh…

‐ Demo, it says "stir with love," not "stir with general goodwill,"

let's go, let's go, let's go!

‐ Well, Fun‐fessor Darlin', I already finished with the first recipe.

Do you want me to tackle the next one?

‐ Oh, that‐‐?

Oh, no, no, that's just a personal recipe I noodle on from time to time.

Can't seem to crack the last ingredient myself.

But it's far too advanced for beginners.

Like my mama used to say…

[ Branch humming ]

‐ Uh?

Hmm…

There.

All it needed was three teaspoons of minced flavorberries.

Welp, off to see if the fish are glittering!

[ Holly gasps ]

‐ Branch! Come back!

Branch, when it comes to pies, I've seen it all.

I've seen giggle fruit baked in a pie, cheery glo‐matos baked in a pie,

heck, I've even seen four and twenty black birds

baked in a pie…

But I have never seen raw talent like yours.

You've got to let me teach you how to hone your gift.

‐ My gift?

Nah, baking was just one of my hobbies,

y'know, from back in my bunker‐dwelling, in‐Trollvert days.

I'm no serious baker.

‐ Not yet.

But with my help,

you could be one of the greatest to ever put on an apron.

You could live out every pie maker's dream!

‐ Really?

You think so?

‐ "Think so"?

Branch, this is Holly Darlin' you're talkin' to.

I know so.

‐ Well, okay then…

In fact, yes, count me in!

‐ Woohoo!

Then rest up, sugar, 'cause your trainin' starts tomorrow, bright and early!

‐ Great, great, just, uh, don't make it too early.

On Saturdays I sleep in.

‐ Oh, well, of course!

We can't interfere with that now, can we?

[ Branch snoring ]

‐ Ah!

‐ Mornin', sugar!

[ Branch complains ]

‐ Ugh. Why am I not sleeping?

‐ 'Cuz makin' a great pie means gettin' up early

to pick the freshest ingredients.

‐ Oh.

Ow!

‐ Hoo‐wee! This one's real fresh!

‐ Argh, that really hurt!

‐ Well, nobody ever said bakin' is easy.

‐ Ah!

[ Branch moaning ]

‐ You're doin' great!

A true pie master doesn't rely on their eyes.

What do you smell?

‐ An apple? ‐ What kind?

‐ Granny Troll Apple. ‐ From?

‐ North of the quickglitter pits! ‐ Grown in?

‐ Deep soil with acidic Ph of 6.5! ‐ Favorite music?

‐ Contemporary easy listening with a memorable hook!

‐ Trick question, it doesn't listen to music, it's just a fruit!

♪ Add a little sugar and spice ♪

♪ Go on measure it out Mix it up just right ♪

♪ And ain't no such thing As too much butter ♪

♪ Well, there is, but check The temperature and time ♪

♪ Baking is a perfect science ♪

♪ But I know the ratios So I got you covered for ♪

♪ Sweet success ♪

♪ Just follow me ♪

♪ And everything ♪

♪ Will come out sweet ♪

♪ Sweet success ♪

♪ Make no mistake ♪

♪ When we're all through ♪

♪ You'll take the cake ♪

♪ That's sweet success ♪

♪ Yeeeehaw! ♪

♪ Sweet success ♪

♪ Just follow me ♪

♪ And everything ♪

♪ Will come out sweet ♪

♪ Sweet success ♪

♪ Make no mistake ♪

♪ When we're all through ♪

♪ You'll take the cake ♪

♪ That's sweet success ♪

[ bell rings ]

♪ That's right ♪♪

‐ Well, here it is.

♪

‐ Yes!

[ Holly laughing ]

Branch…

this pie tastes like joy slathered in wonder

and topped with a big ol' dollop of transcendence.

I'm gonna go wrangle my class so they can taste this!

[ Holly laughing ]

Get ready, Branch, your entire life is about to change!

‐ Wait, change…?

How is my life gonna change?

‐ Oh, please, how is your life not gonna change?

Once the public samples baking of this caliber,

word'll spread like wildfire.

Total strangers comin' from miles around just to watch you work.

Heck, they'll probably take you on a pie tour

'round the whole gosh dang Troll world!

Can I get a woo‐hoo?

‐ Huh… Woo‐hoo…?

‐ Woo‐hoo!

Alright, class, y'all wait here while I go fetch that pie!

[ Trolls cheering ]

Okay, Branch, they're all here and ready for a slice of that‐‐

Huh?

Wait, where did the pie go?

‐ The pie? Oh, yeah, uh, I threw that away.

‐ What?

‐ Yeah, I thought about it and…

the early hours, all that time slaving over a hot oven…

it's a lotta work so…

[ Branch whistling ]

‐ "A lotta work"? No, Branch!

You cannot let a talent like yours go to waste!

Now.

Where is the pie?

‐ I told you, I… I threw it away.

‐ Nah, I don't buy it.

Would Trolly the Kid throw away his best hat

before the big hugdown at the Better Than OK Corral?

‐ Uh, I don't understand that reference, so, maybe?

‐ He would not, Branch!

Any more than you'd throw away that pie!

Uh‐huh!

[ Branch gasps ]

Now, I don't know what's gotten into you, Branch,

but I am gonna show the world how terrific you are,

whether you like it or not!

‐ Oh, no, you're not.

'Cuz this baker still has one more recipe up his sleeve…

and it's for a little dish called, escape!

[ Holly coughing ]

‐ Huh?

Huh?

‐ Ha!

[ class cheering ]

‐ Here they come, friends!

Ready thy pie holes!

CLASS: Ah…

[ Branch screaming ]

‐ You bring that perfect pie back right now!

[ both panting ]

[ Branch screaming ]

‐ You're gonna have to do better than that.

Blackbirds!

Four and twenty of them!

Ah! Ah!

[ Branch moaning ]

[ Branch coughing ]

[ Holly laughing ]

Hand over that pie, Holly. You've got nowhere to run.

‐ Don't I, Branch?

'Cuz to me them flavorberry bushes behind you are lookin' mighty fresh.

‐ What?

[ Branch moaning ]

[ Holly laughing ]

‐ Pie's on, ya'll!

[ class cheering ]

Get ready to dig in!

BRANCH: Wait!

Holly, you have to stop!

‐ No, Branch!

I won't let you throw away this once in a lifetime opportunity!

‐ Would you please just listen?

‐ No! This is every pie maker's dream!

‐ Yeah, but it's not my dream!

‐ Huh?

‐ Holly, you've gotta understand,

deep down I'm still an in‐Trollvert who needs privacy and space.

Baking 24/7,

strangers hounding me for my baking tips,

traveling the world talking pastry…

that's not a dream to me.

That's a nightmare.

‐ Oh.

‐ Holly, what's going on?

Can we still get a taste?

‐ A taste?

‐ Oh, well, it's too late now.

‐ No, Branch, no, it ain't!

[ Holly laughing ]

Trolly mama, that's good pie.

[ Trolls murmuring ]

‐ I thought we were sharing.

‐ Sorry, y'all!

I, uh, was tryin' to blow on the pie to cool it off and…

I guess I blew backwards and…

swallowed the whole dang thing.

‐ I've done that.

[ everybody talking ]

‐ Thanks for understanding, Holly.

‐ Thanks for helpin' me understand, Branch.

‐ You know, the big‐time pie life may not be for me,

but if you ever wanna come over, I'd bake a pie for you any time.

‐ Aww.

Y'know, there's still just a tiny bit of that pie

left in the pan…

[ both laughing ]

♪ Become one of us ♪

♪ Welcome to your new life ♪

♪ What you waiting for ♪

♪ You won't believe the crazy things ♪

♪ That we got in store ♪

♪ And all you gotta do is climb ♪

♪ Higher than you ever been ♪

♪ Get out to the edge And dive right in! ♪

♪ You can do it ♪

♪ We'll cheer you on ♪

♪ Till you get through it ♪

♪ And become one of us ♪

♪ Become one of us ♪♪