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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 ♪♪

♪

‐ No, no.

Synth, you're flat.

Holly, you could stand to be sharper.

‐ My banner hangin' could be sharper?

‐ Sharper, Holly! Sharper!

‐ Ah! ‐ Ah!

‐ Oh!

‐ See, now that's too sharp.

[ Holly growls ]

Oh, I do apologize.

I just want everything to be perfect

when my dear brother Forte Crescendo arrives.

We've always been ever so close…

but I worry that since I moved to TrollsTopia,

the distance might be weakening our special bond.

‐ Aw. ‐ Aw.

‐ Yes, I know it's adorable.

But you see how important this visit is.

Forte and I must bond like never before

so that, by the time he's ready to leave,

our connection will be strong enough to see us through our time apart.

‐ Pardon me, sir.

Do you happen to know where I might find a Troll

by the name of Dante Crescendo?

‐ Dante Crescendo you say?

Not ringing a bell.

Perhaps if you detailed his finer characteristics.

‐ Let's see, uh…

sophisticated, talented, easy on the eyes…?

Oh, wait! I'm describing his younger brother!

[ laughing ]

‐ Brother! ‐ Brother!

[ laughing ]

‐ Dearest sibling, it is so good to see you.

‐ Come, brother,

let me introduce you to some of my closest companions.

‐ Ah, you must be the relentlessly positive Poppy

and the "Unsinkable Holly Darlin'"

whose hospitality exceeds even her own impressive bouffant.

And that would make you the Techno Troll Dante has told me so much about, Synth.

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

‐ Ah, bro, you don't need to make me an acquaintance.

I just ate lunch!

‐ Uh…

‐ Yo! Before I forget.

On behalf of all the Techno Trolls, I wanna invite you to tonight's rave!

‐ Pray tell, what is a "rave"?

‐ Oh, you gotta come check it!

We play the sickest music and dance 'til dawn.

In fact, allow me to drop ya a lil' sneakity peekity…

♪

[ gasp ]

♪

‐ I've never heard anything like it.

The syncopation! The thumping bass!

It is, indeed, quite "sick."

‐ Hmm, yes, practically nauseating.

But I'm afraid Forte and I will be spending his entire stay

doing our favorite brother bonding past time,

composing symphonies.

Isn't that right, Forte?

Forte?

‐ Oh, oh, yes, of course, composing.

Many thanks for the sneakitypeakity, Sir Synth.

I would have liked to have heard more of your Techno music.

Yes, I would have liked that very much.

[ bowel sound ]

‐ Oh, man!

I shoulda taken him up on that acquaintance.

♪

‐ Brother, for this symphony we're composing:

do you know what would be a devilish follow up

to the opening allegro movement?

Another allegro movement.

I know, I'm so bad.

[ Forte imitates techno music ]

Are you all right, beloved sibling?

‐ Oh, well, actually,

I can't seem to get that "tech‐no" beat out of my head, brother.

[ nervous laugh ]

‐ Oh, worry not, it's tea time.

Nothing gets one's creativity flowing like a spot of Earl Glitter

and unnecessarily small sandwiches!

[ laughing ]

[ techno music ]

Well, the sandwiches aren't as tiny as I'd hoped but‐‐

Brother?

Brother?

[ humming ]

DANTE: Oh! This is a disaster!

‐ Huh?

‐ An utter disaster!

‐ Dante, what's wrong?

‐ It's Forte!

He's left our brother bonding to go rave in Techno Lagoon!

It's all detailed in the notes he wrote me!

‐ "Notes"? Don't you mean‐‐?

Oh, no, you really do mean "notes."

‐ Yes!

And as you can plainly read,

it says my brother has left me during our very special time together.

[ sobbing ]

Apparently, our unbreakable bond is breakable after all.

‐ Dante, look, Forte may be expressing new interests,

but he's not a new person.

He's your brother and nothing will ever change that.

‐ You're… sure?

‐ Absolutely.

But hey, don't take my word for it.

Let's go down there, so you can ask him yourself.

‐ Down… there…?

♪

‐ See! Isn't this place amazing?

‐ Oh, yes, very charming‐‐

what, with the Troll‐niverous fish

and the bottomless trench from whence there's no return.

Why, oh, why didn't I come down here sooner?

[ gasp ]

[ Trolls cheering ]

Heavens!

How will I locate Forte amidst all this frivolity?

Forte! Forte!

‐ Yo, Classico! Wanna shuffle?

‐ Oop, apologies, fellow Trolls‐Topian but no,

I'm just here to find my broth‐‐

‐ Hey! Let's go, maestro!

‐ Excuse me, no!

Can 't you see I am trying to forge a path?

‐ Aw! This Classical Troll's throwin' down a hot new dance move!

♪ I'm trying to forge a path! ♪

♪ I'm trying to forge a path! ♪

‐ Stop! I must attend to my brother!

♪ I must attend to my brother! ♪

♪ I must attend to my brother! ♪

‐ Gah! Poppy, will you please explain to them‐‐

[ gasp ]

♪ I must attend to my brother! ♪

♪ I must attend to my brother! ♪♪

‐ Sorry. It is a very hot move.

‐ Yes, but hot as it may be, I am having no success finding Forte!

TECHNO BOUNCER: Yo, you're lookin' for Forte?

He's in the VIP section.

‐ Oh… ‐ Oh…

‐ Woah, woah, woah.

Absolutely no one gets in there without a VIP pass.

Which is why you need these!

K, have fun, love you!

♪

‐ Forte!

At last, we can return to the surface and resume our composition.

‐ Yo!

Meh‐meh‐meh‐meh‐meh‐meh!

[ gasp ]

What up, my bro‐bro from the same mo‐mo?

I was hopin' you'd come down to share in all the delicious plur!

‐ Peace love unity respect! ‐ Peace love unity respect!

‐ Hey‐o! ‐ Hey‐o!

‐ "Bro"? "Plur"? "Hey‐o"?

Forte, you've gone…

full rave?

‐ Ha‐ha! You got that right, boy!

BOTH: Meh‐meh‐meh‐meh‐meh‐meh!

[ funny noises ]

[ gasp ]

‐ Poppy! When I said my bond with Forte was in jeopardy,

you promised he wasn't becoming a new person! But look!

[ funny noises ]

‐ Dante, he's just having some fun.

Now, I know you want to get back to composing with Forte right away,

so just take a deep breath and calmly tell him that.

[ deep breath ]

[ funny noises ]

‐ Forte‐‐ um, Forte‐‐

Do you think we could go somewhere and have a word?

‐ All right, you got it, Big D!

‐ Oh! ‐ Oh!

‐ This song is the banger, yo!

Can we "have a word" after the beat drops?

‐ Uh, well, I suppose we could stay just for one beat drop.

[ laughing ]

♪

‐ Wait for it. ‐ Wait for it.

‐ Wait for it. ‐ Wait for it.

‐ Wait for it. ‐ Wait for it.

‐ Wait for it. ‐ Wait for it.

‐ Wait for it. ‐ Wait for it.

‐ Just drop the infernal beat.

‐ Wait for it. ‐ Wait for it.

‐ Enough!

If you refuse to drop the beat, then there shall be no beats at all!

EVERYBODY: Oh…

‐ Give back the banger, bro!

‐ A pox upon thee, you brotherstealing beats!

Into the bottomless trench with you!

[ evil laugh ]

FORTE: Dante!

DANTE: Forte?

What… what am I doing?

I've gotten quite carried away, haven't I?

I'm so sorry, everyone.

There is no excuse for such beastly behavior, but…

It's just that I adore you so and it's painful living far away from you.

So when, you chose a rave over our composing time, well…

it just made me very sad to see our special bond fade.

‐ But, Dante, our bond cannot fade.

‐ It… it can't?

‐ Of course not.

We are the Crescendo Brothers.

No matter what comes our way,

be it TrollsTopia or even the sickest of sick raves,

nothing will ever change that.

‐ Really?

Thank you, Forte.

‐ Oh, and by the way,

the whole reason I wanted us to come here was to seek inspiration for our symphony.

‐ Truly?

What kind of inspiration?

[ Trolls cheering ]

You were correct, Forte!

The syncopation! The thumping bass!

Techno inspiration was just what our composition needed!

[ laughing ]

♪

♪ Crescendo brothers ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

‐ Yo, just drop it!

‐ Wait for it. ‐ Wait for it.

♪ Crescendo brothers ♪♪

♪

‐ Ah, Harmonious Hall is the perfect place for the TrollsTopia art show.

‐ Oh, look, I really like Holly's:

The Troll with the Pearl Earring…

Who Also Has Really Big Hair.

‐ Oh, and who could forget the Venus de Guy‐lo?

‐ Hi!

[ gasp ]

I figured, why make a statue when I can display the real work of art?

[ laughing ]

‐ Oh! ‐ Oh!

‐ Mm, every piece just sings to me.

Like that one!

And that one!

And…

Huh? Except for Synth's painting?

‐ Yeah, I mean I like it. But it just not singing to me.

SYNTH: Hmm.

POPPY: Oh, poor Synth.

‐ Ooh!

‐ No. Synth worked really hard on this painting

and we owe it to him to connect with it.

Maybe we're just not looking at it right.

‐ Ah… ‐ Hmm…

‐ Okay.

‐ Hmm… ‐ Hmm…

Hmm…

Hmm…

‐ Hmm…

I think I feel something!

‐ Yeah, that would be the dizziness setting in…

‐ Oh. Oh, oh, ooh!

[ gasp ]

Oh, no, Synth's painting!

‐ Poppy, it's completely busted!

‐ What are we gonna do?

‐ Uh… uh… uh…

We're gonna fix it!

You two cover for me while I act quickly without thinking things blue!

‐ Pretty sure she meant, "without thinking things through."

‐ Mmhmm. Troll better slow down.

♪

‐ Um…

uh…

Uh… uh… uh…

‐ Poppy, look, I like to be as optimistic as the next Troll,

but there's no way this is gonna…

[ gasp ]

It's amaze‐ba‐bonkers!

It looks the same and yet…

‐ Yeah, I don't know what you did, Queen P.

But now this painting is sing‐ing‐to‐me!

‐ Really? Do you think Synth will notice?

‐ Yo! How'd I do that, yo?

‐ Phew.

‐ Synth, I had no idea you had such artistic ambition!

‐ I don't. I just went all "swippy‐swap!"

with the brush thing and…

created a masterwork of such power and complexity

it's destined to stand the test of time?

That sound right to anyone?

SKY TORONTO: Sounds right to me.

Synth, according to my assistant,

my vitals are normal.

So this elevated reaction I'm having to your piece

can only be…

emotion.

[ all gasp ]

I insist you paint something new to hang in my office.

‐ All right, sure, I could try a swippy swap somethin' up for ya.

‐ Excellent.

And I'll take one of those as well.

[ Guy laughing ]

‐ Now what, Poppy?

Technically, you swippy swapped that painting!

‐ Yeah…

But it could work out, right?

I mean, who knows, Synth's next piece might blow Sky away!

‐ You ready, Sky Toront‐bro?

Ma‐ma!

‐ Well, cupcakes.

‐ Hmm…

‐ Yeah, I know.

This painting just ain't singin' like the last one.

‐ Now, now, Synth, the last thing I want you to think

is that I'm disappointed.

So for that reason, I'm going to walk away now.

‐ Huh…

‐ Hmm…

Uh, huh!

♪

‐ And I want those confetti reports on my desk by noon.

SKY TORONTO: By all that's Trolly…

I don't know how I missed it before:

this painting sings even more beautifully than Synth's first.

Why, I'm so stunned, I have half a mind to spit‐take this cocoa.

Spit‐take this cocoa.

‐ Yes! ‐ Yes!

‐ When word gets out about the newly discovered brilliance of this painting,

everyone in TrollsTopia will want a "Synth" on their wall.

‐ "Everyone"?

‐ Ah, I'm okay being done with painting.

Now I have more time to stop and smell the seaweed.

Hmm.

Seaweed smells gross.

Huh?

‐ I want one too!

‐ Looks like Synth's got a lotta painting to do.

‐ Which means you've got a lot of repainting to do.

[ nervous laugh ]

‐ Hmm…

♪

♪ Imma tune it up ♪

♪ Find the harmony ♪

♪ Make it magical ♪

♪ Let it really sing ♪

♪ With a little love ♪

♪ It's a masterpiece ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Make it nice ♪

♪ Brush it up, polish it ♪

♪ Not too much, no ♪

♪ Keep it real ♪

♪ Make 'em feel what you feel ♪

♪ Make it sing ♪

♪ Lemme see all the colors ♪

♪ Start dancing ♪

♪ Dancing ♪

♪ Never seen ♪

♪ Anything quite like it before ♪

♪ Put your heart in your art ♪

♪ Break the rules, take some chances ♪

♪ Chances ♪

♪ I'm lookin' at it feel the magic ♪

♪ Of the masterpiece ♪

♪ Make it sing make it sing ♪♪

‐ Oh! Remarkable!

Simply remarkable!

‐ Done. Every single Troll has a Synth painting they love.

Now this can all be over and‐‐

‐ Synth, seeing all of these masterful works of art

you have painted confirms that we Classical Trolls

have selected the right Troll for the job.

‐ What job?

‐ What job?

‐ We have chosen you to paint the greatest canvas of all!

The ceiling of Harmonious Hall!

‐ Oh, snap!

‐ Oh, snap.

‐ We have supplies, paints, and a platform

upon which artists have created their art for generations.

So…?

‐ Hmm…

‐ Say no, Synth, say no.

‐ Well…

you don't say no to a platform like that, bro!

Ha‐ha!

Swippy swap, swap swippy, swippity swap, swap on the swip…

‐ Oh…

[ whispering ]

‐ Hmm, this doesn't appear to be singing just yet.

But worry not, Synth will prevail!

‐ How can I repaint his work with everyone watching?

‐ I've got it!

Poppy, how do you feel about mind‐wiping brain lasers

that can zap away memories?

‐ Not great?

‐ Hmm. Then I don't got it.

‐ Argh, I need a diversion.

Gee, it's a shame there's nothing to entertain the crowd

while we wait for Synth to finish.

Y'know, Dante, I'll bet the acoustics in here are incredible…

‐ If you're intimating that a musical genius such as myself

will simply drop everything he's doing to conduct

just to amuse the masses…

then consider your intimations correct, girl!

[ clears his throat ]

♪

‐ Oh! ‐ Oh!

♪

‐ Why isn't it singing? She's painted everything!

‐ Not everything.

She's still gotta do Synth's signature, see?

B: There.

‐ Oh?

‐ Oh! ‐ Oh!

[ celebrating ]

‐ 'Tis a symphony for the eyes!

[ gasp ]

‐ So inspired!

Synth, may I climb up this platform with you for a closer look?

‐ Uh, I'd advise against it.

That old platform is far too rickety to hold two Trolls at the same time.

‐ Say what now?

‐ Uh, uh, uh… ‐ Uh, uh, uh…

[ screaming ]

[ gasp ]

‐ Poppy, what were you doing climbing on that platform, yo?

‐ Uh…

would you believe I went up there to give you a hug?

‐ Yeah, probably. If you hadn't said it like that.

‐ Oh.

Well, it's a long story, Synth,

but the truth is…

everything you've painted, I've been painting over it.

‐ Wait, what?

So, you've been… rearting my art?

‐ Basically, yes.

I don't really understand it but…

for some reason the combination of your work

and my re‐doing your work…

just made the paintings sing.

And I didn't know how to tell you, so…

I just kept doing it.

‐ Quite the scandal. ‐ What a shock!

‐ Well, Poppy…

if what you say is true…

then that means…

I am very, very relieved!

‐ Huh?

‐ Huh? ‐ Huh?

‐ It was too much pressure being TrollsTopia's favorite artist!

Every time I got asked to make a painting, I worried I couldn't do it all on my own.

But it turns out, I was actually part of a team the whole time.

And I think that's pretty great, y'know?

‐ Yeah, Synth. I do know.

‐ Aww. ‐ Aww.

‐ Aww. ‐ Aww.

‐ Aww.

‐ You know, now that the ceiling has been taken care of…

the front courtyard of this hall could use a new eye‐catching masterpiece.

‐ Ha‐ha! Say no more, Dante.

Team Poppy and Synth are on it, yo!

‐ Oh, no, sorry, I wasn't talking about you.

I was talking about him.

[ laughing ]

♪ Crescendo brothers ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Crescendo brothers ♪♪