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(SNEEZES)

(VOCALIZES FANFARE)

("THE OTHER SIDE" BY SZA AND JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE PLAYING)

CLOUD GUY: Once upon a time, there were two Trolls.

- One was named Poppy. - Hey. How's it going?

CLOUD GUY: The other was named Branch.

What's up?

CLOUD GUY: Together, they saved the world.

TROLLS: Hooray!

CLOUD GUY: Poppy became queen.

Branch found his true colors.

And the two of them became best friends.

(IMITATES FIREWORKS POPPING)

Boom.

And that was that.

Pretty cute, right? Not to me.

I'm the type of cloud that goes for

this sorta thang.

(DOGS BARKING, YAPPING)

Mm.

Anyhoo, what Poppy and Branch didn't know

is that their world was a lot bigger than they knew.

Like, a lot, lot, lot, lot bigger!

(WHOOSHING)

(WATER BURBLING) (OCEAN CREATURES CALLING)

(HEARTBEAT THUMPING)

(CROWD CHEERING FAINTLY IN DISTANCE)

("ONE MORE TIME" PLAYING IN DISTANCE)

(CHEERING AND ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC GROWING LOUDER)

(MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY)

What's up, my techno Trolls?!

Tonight is about family, love and music!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Come on!

Let me see you jump!

One, two, three, four!

And get ready for the drop!

Are you ready, little buddy?

Let's do this, King Trollex!

Wait for it! (BEAT BUILDING)

Come on.

Wait for it.

Yes.

- Wait for it. - Wait for it!

Wait for it.

Come on, man, hit me!

Just do it already!

(BEAT BUILDING LOUDLY)

(CROWD GROANING)

Don't worry, everybody.

We'll get back to the party in a minute.

Let me just take care of this real quick.

(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

BARB: Hey, man.

There he is!

King Trollex of the Techno Trolls, right?

That's right. Who's asking?

Queen Barb.

Of the Hard Rock Trolls.

And I'm here to take your string, bro.

(PLAYS LOUD ASCENDING CHORD)

No way.

Ooh, don't do it, man.

If we lose our string, we lose our music.

You mean your bleeps and bloops?

Beep, beep, beep, beep-beep, boo.

(CHUCKLES): Yeah. That's not music.

Do you want to hear some real music?

Rockers!

(FRIGHTENED MURMURING)

(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

Ah!

("ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE" PLAYING, RHYTHMIC GRUNTING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(RUMBLING, ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)

Okay, okay, enough. Stop.

You're harshing the vibe we worked very hard to build to.

Oh, but by the end of my world tour,

we're all gonna have the same vibe.

We're all gonna be one nation of Trolls, under rock.

(PLAYS LOUD CHORD)

Who's ready to rock?!

("GIRLS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN" PLAYING)

(WHOOPS, LAUGHS)

All right, Queen Poppy.

I've prepared an agenda for the day.

Oh. Well, I hope it says singing, dancing and hugging.

Ow-ow!

Uh, isn't that what we do every day?

Yeah! Good times!

- All right! - Check it out.

(AUTO-TUNED SCREAM)

Poppy, come quick!

It's an emergency!

Guy Diamond, what's wrong?

I'm having a baby!

(ALL SCREAM)

BOTH: We're on jumpsuit duty.

I get to be a role model.

I don't want to be a big sister.

(BELL DINGS) (GASPS, SIGHS)

ALL: Aw.

What should I name him?

Hmm.

How about... Tiny Diamond?

(TROLLS MURMURING HAPPILY)

Hey! That was some fancy footwork, Cooper.

Some people just got it.

Biggie, Mr. Dinkles, you two were on fire!

Yeah, sorry about that, Queen Poppy.

(SQUEAKS)

I'm digging that new anklet, Legsly.

Thanks, Poppy.

Kisses and donuts and sprinkles!

Ah, what a Troll.

Tiny Diamond, welcome to the family, little buddy.

Thanks, Aunt Poppy.

And thanks to this silver-haired daddy of mine

for bringing me into this world.

Oh.

I never knew my heart could be so full.

Peace and love. Bless up.

Tiny and Daddy out.

Oh. Okay, bye.

Hey, uh, Poppy,

there's something I was hoping to ask you.

I-I mean, I guess it's something

I want to tell you, more so.

- Uh-huh. - Uh, but listen.

You could feel free to respond to it,

uh, with an answer, i-if you wanted.

Sure. What's up?

Uh, what's up is I, uh,

I-I-I-I-I-I

I wanted to tell you that...

Uh...

(GROANS)

You're crushing it at this queen thing.

Aw, Branch, thank you.

Being a good queen is

the most important thing in the world to me.

Other than being your friend.

(ECHOING): Friend, friend, friend, friend,

friend, friend, friend.

Uh, five it up?

Huh. That could've been better. Let's try that again.

O-Okay, one more.

Huh. For some reason, we can't seem to make a good connection.

(POPPY CHUCKLES, BRANCH SIGHS) (FUZZBERT BABBLING)

Oh, yes, Fuzzbert!

Now, that's a good connection. (GROANS)

BIGGIE: (SCREAMS) Poppy, help!

- Ooh. - Poppy!

(SHRIEKING, GASPING) (WILD GRUNTING)

Watch it, watch it!

- Biggie? - TROLL: Oh, run!

(TROLLS CLAMORING) (BIGGIE SCREAMS)

Help!

I'm being harangued by a monster! (GASPS)

Someone stop it! (SHRIEKS) (WILD GRUNTING CONTINUES)

Gotcha! Ah! It's in my hair! It's in my hair!

Get it out, get it out, get it out! (BRANCH YELLS)

(SHUSHING)

There you go.

(EYES BOINGING) (PURRING)

There you go. Calm down.

Who's a good boy?

What is that thing?

It's creepy.

BOTH: It's scary.

(AUTO-TUNED): And nasty.

- Hold me, Daddy. - Oh.

"To Queen Poppy."

(TROLLS GASP)

Oh, don't worry, everyone.

It looks like it's just an invitation.

Whew! (RELIEVED MURMURING, SIGHING)

Just an invitation.

COOPER: I love invitations. (CLEARS THROAT)

"Barb, the Queen of Rock,

"announces her One Nation Under Rock World Tour.

"Bring your string to the biggest party

the world has ever seen."

- Queen of Rock? - KING PEPPY: It's nothing!

It means nothing at all. It's just junk mail.

You don't need to worry about it.

I mean, quit looking at it, everyone.

Forget what you saw!

(CHEWING NOISILY)

(BRANCH YELLS)

(GRUNTING) (SHUSHING)

There you go. There you go. (EYES BOINGING)

Calm down. Calm down. (PURRING)

(QUIETLY): There you go.

Okay, I'm calm.

I'm calm.

Dad, what's going on?

Well, I have long feared this day would come.

I was hoping to protect you from this, Poppy.

Protect me?

I'm not a little kid anymore, Dad.

I'm the queen now.

You're right.

The truth is we are not alone in this world.

(EERIE WARBLING)

(WARBLING STOPS) (STAMMERS, SHUSHES)

There are other kinds of Trolls.

- TROLL: What? - Wow. That's...

Dad, that's great.

The more Trolls, the merrier.

You don't understand.

These other Trolls aren't like us.

They're different.

Different how?

Different like Legsly?

I love being me.

Or Fuzzbert? Or Smidge? (FUZZBERT BABBLING)

Or Skyscraper Troll?

(IN UNISON): Yeah, different like me?

No, it's not that.

They're different in ways you can't even imagine.

(VOCALIZING POP MUSIC) You see, we love music

with a hummable hook, with an upbeat melody,

with a catchy rhythm that makes you want to snap your fingers,

tap your toes and wiggle your butt.

That's our music.

That's what makes us Pop Trolls.

- Ooh. - It is. -Yes.

But these other Trolls, they sing different.

(GASPING) They dance different.

Why, some of them can't even begin to grasp

the concept of Hammer Time.

("U CAN'T TOUCH THIS" PLAYING)

You can't touch that!

(SCREAMING)

(TROLLS CLAMORING)

(CRYING) (CRYING)

(SCREAMING)

How about we break down to a smaller group?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

It's a story as old as time.

(CLEARS THROAT)

In the beginning, there was silence.

(SINGSONGY): Boring.

KING PEPPY: Until one day, someone made a sound.

(PLAYS NOTE) (TROLLS OOHING)

Our ancestors were so inspired by the sound,

they took six strings. (MELODY PLAYS)

And those six strings had the power to control all music.

They could play anything.

(HARP STRUMMING)

(DIFFERENT STYLES PLAYING) Techno, funk, classical,

country, hard rock and pop.

And every kind of music in between.

There was something for everyone.

It was one big party.

TROLLS: Yay!

KING PEPPY: But little by little,

Trolls became intolerant of each other's music.

(TROLLS ARGUING) TROLL: I want it!

- I want to listen to techno! - No fair!

Hey, y'all, I want country.

KING PEPPY: They fought over what kind of music

the strings would play.

The elders realized there was but one solution.

TROLLS: Blah, blah-blah-blah-blah. Agreed.

KING PEPPY: Each tribe would take a string

and go their separate ways. (TROLLS CHATTERING)

Those six tribes have lived in isolation ever since.

Techno, Country, Rock,

Classical, Funk,

and us, the Pop Trolls.

Now Barb's announcement makes sense.

She wants to reunite the strings

so the Troll World can be one big party again.

Wait, that's all you heard?

One big party? (CHUCKLES): Yeah!

It's when all the Trolls lived in harmony.

And what's more important than living in harmony?

Well, I heard fighting.

The strings together leads to fighting.

KING PEPPY: Exactly, Branch.

That's why we need to keep our string safe.

Behold!

The pop music string.

(TROLLS GASPING) (MAGIC JINGLING)

It's beautiful.

KING PEPPY: And powerful.

Which is why we can't let it fall into the wrong hands.

And we won't. Not on my watch.

What we need is a plan.

Don't worry.

I've been preparing for this day for years.

- We run. - Run?

And hide.

On it.

But we don't even know what we're running and hiding from.

We're hiding from Barb and all the other different Trolls.

POPPY: You're assuming the worst about

someone you haven't even met.

- You're not listening to me. - You're not listening to me.

- I'm your father! - And I'm the queen.

Uh, father trumps queen.

Now, there's no time to debate this. Let's go.

Come along, Branch.

Well, I, um...

We're all Trolls.

Differences don't matter.

(GROWLING)

Oh, look how cute you are!

Barb is gonna love your new look.

Tell her I look forward to helping her

plan the world's biggest party.

Poppy. (SCREAMS)

- What are you doing? - Oh. Nothing.

SHEILA B: Ooh!

Poppy's busted.

(SHUSHING)

BRANCH: Sneaking out to meet Barb?

Headed into enemy territory?

She's not the enemy.

She's a queen, the same as me.

(GROWLING) (GRUNTING)

Bye-bye, little bat.

Your dad just told us that Queen Barb is bad news.

Well, my dad doesn't know everything.

He knows more about this.

You didn't even know there was a string until this morning.

He may be fine in a world where everybody lives in isolation,

- but I'm not. - Well, but we don't know

anything about the other Trolls.

Well, we know they're Trolls.

Branch, look around Troll Village.

Everybody's different, even us.

(DISTANT SNEEZE)

Oh.

Did you hear something?

Stop trying to change the subject.

Look, being queen means having a lot of power,

and it's my job to use it for good.

I can't stay home when I know there's

a world full of different Trolls out there just like us.

(SIGHS) This is a terrible idea

that will most likely blow up in your face.

- Okay, bye. - What?

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

And I guess I'm coming with you.

(SOBS): Oh! Thank you.

I really didn't want to go by myself.

- Road trip! - Yeah!

They are all different.

(GASPS SOFTLY) A-And this one looks a little bit like me.

(GASPS)

We even have the same hat!

(ECHOING): Same hat, same hat, same hat!

Goodbye.

I hope I see you again, friends.

But even though it's scary, I have to go out there

and see if there's other Trolls like me.

(SHRIEKS)

Oh, man, this is gonna be hard.

BARB: All aboard! ("CRAZY TRAIN" PLAYING)

(LAUGHING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY)

Yeah! I got the Techno string! (EXCITED CHATTER)

Who knew world domination could be so much fun?

Yeah! All right, Barb! (TROLLS CHEERING)

All right!

(BOTH YELL)

Ha! Queen Barb!

(BOTH LAUGH)

(HEAVY ELECTRIC GUITAR CHORD PLAYS)

(ELECTRIC GUITAR RIFF PLAYS)

Only four more strings to go until rock unites the world.

(EXCITED CHATTER)

Dad? Where's Dad?

(TOILET FLUSHES)

There you are, Dad.

- I got the Techno string. - Cool.

What's a string ag-again? (BACK-UP ALARM BEEPING)

What? Uh...

- Don't you remember the plan? - Plan?

- I don't remember... (MUMBLES) - Oh.

- Great idea, man. - Whoa.

Okay, guys, line up.

We're gonna go over the plan again.

(TROLLS MURMUR, CHUCKLE)

Okay. We're on a World Tour.

And on each stop, we get a new string.

When I have all six strings,

I'll play the ultimate power chord.

(ELECTRIC GUITAR CHORD PLAYS)

And I will unite the Trolls under one music.

Our music!

TROLLS: Rock! (EXCITED CHATTER)

Oh, here it comes.

(GRUNTING SLOWLY)

Uh, just a little bit more.

Riff, just help him, man.

Yes, Your Rockness.

Aw.

There it is.

(TROLLS CHEERING) BARB: Yeah!

- Rock and roll! - Yeah!

(BOTH LAUGH)

Yeah!

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(SIGHS) All right.

In a short 456 pages, I'm gonna know how to fly this thing.

(KNUCKLES CRACK) Ugh, Branch,

we don't need a giant, comprehensive manual.

(GRUNTS) (GASPS)

(SHEILA B WHOOPING, LAUGHING)

All right, Poppy!

Easy on the buttons!

Sorry. (SNORING NEARBY)

(SHUSHES) What was that?

(SLEEPY MURMUR)

(WHISTLING EXHALE)

(SLEEPY MURMUR)

(SNORING)

(MR. DINKLES SUCKING, COOING)

Biggie?

Oh, hello.

Sorry. I couldn't help myself.

You know how I am around cotton candy.

(BURPS) Oh, dear.

Now look what's happened.

Mr. Dinkles got all gummed up.

(SQUEAKS) (GASPS) Mr. Dinkles!

Mr. Dinkles!

Oh, there you are. I thought you were...

Oh. Right, then. We'll just be on our way...

(SCREAMS) Hey!

Poppy, wh-where are you balloon-flying us to?

We're on a mission to help Barb unite the Trolls,

and I'm so glad you're coming with us.

I did what in the who now?

Hey, man, join the club.

And I hope you didn't eat all the cotton candy,

because Barb is gonna love it.

(CLEARS THROAT) Branchifer?

(CLEARS THROAT) Y-Yes, Poppifer?

- What is this? - Oh, it's nothing, nothing.

That-that-that-that's just my man stuff. (GASPS)

I love man stuff!

Weapons?

Ugh. For shame.

Well, I-I...

Violence never solves a problem, Branch.

(SQUEAKS) (SHRIEKS)

I'm not saying we have to use them.

I'm just saying it's better to be prepared

in case we need them.

We won't need them unless these pointy sticks help you listen

or these rocks help you put yourself

in someone else's shoes.

And what about these? Is this... What, I...

Is this some kind of jewelry?

Oh, it's actually kind of cool-looking.

Gi-Give me that.

We don't even know what's out there.

Wait! No... Oh, man.

By the way, I whittled those for hours.

Branch, the only weapons we need are this guy and this guy,

for hugs!

Uh, you may want to take a look at this.

(FIRE CRACKLING SOFTLY)

This is gonna take a lot of hugs.

Whoa.

Something gnarly happened here.

PENNYWHISTLE: Hello?

Who said that?

Identify yourself!

PENNYWHISTLE: Uh, are you nice or are you mean?

W-We're nice. We're really nice.

Yeah, but not too nice.

So don't even try it.

Okay.

(SOFTLY): Oh. Hi.

What is this place?

It used to be called Symphonyville.

(COUGHS)

Where the Classical Music Trolls lived.

But that was in the before.

What happened here?

Well, it was the most wonderful place you ever did seen.

(LIVELY CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING, CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

It was a place where all of

the Classical Music Trolls could live in perfect harmony.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(LAUGHS): Ooh.

Wherever the conductor led, we followed.

Play, play. (VOCALIZES) Beautiful.

(LAUGHS) But then Queen Barb showed up.

Oh, no.

'Sup, Trollzart dude?

I'm here for your string.

We will not go quietly.

(PLAYING BEETHOVEN'S "SYMPHONY NO. 5 IN C MINOR")

(TRIANGLE DINGS) (BARB SNORES)

(SIGHS): Mi, mi, mi, mi, mi.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry, I-I must have fallen asleep,

because your music is so boring.

(SCOFFS)

Where are the words, bro? Right?

Now give me your string.

(AMPLIFIER BUZZES, HUMS)

(PLAYING BEETHOVEN'S "SYMPHONY NO. 5 IN C MINOR")

Oh! Oh! (TROLLS GASPING)

(SIGHS) No.

PENNYWHISTLE: She took our string.

Our-our music.

She took everyone.

(WIND WHISTLING SOFTLY)

We lost everything.

Barb doesn't want to unite us.

She wants to destroy us.

We need to make sure our own string is safe.

Uh, our string is safe.

What?!

Poppy, are-are you crazy?

I thought it was a good idea at the time.

I-I can't believe another queen would use her power for evil.

Okay. Change of plans.

We need to get home as fast as we can

and get everyone in the bunker.

Uh, no. Change of plans.

We have to stop Barb from destroying all music.

If we don't stop her, who will?

Poppy, you said this could be handled with hugs.

How are we gonna hug our way out of this one?

- It's okay, Biggie. - Really?

It's okay to be terrified?

When am I gonna learn to stay away from the cotton candy?!

No.

As your queen,

I promise that I will protect you, no matter what.

I... pinky promise.

(GASPS)

Poppy, you know you can't go back on a pinky promise.

Never did, never will.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES) (MAGIC JINGLING)

(WIND WHOOSHING)

(LAUGHS)

Farewell!

A pinky promise.

Dang.

Let it be so.

And so it is.

(GROANS)

This just got real.

POPPY: We have to get to the Country Music Trolls

in Lonesome Flats before Barb does.

Will you come with us?

Oh, no.

Someone has to rebuild.

And Pennywhistle is that woodwind for the job.

(GRUNTS)

Good luck, little Pennywhistle.

Goodbye, Poppy.

(SIGHS)

(WHOOPING, EXCITED SHOUTING)

(GROWLING)

Wait. Is that...

- Debbie? - Oh, what?

- Oh, that's a lot of glitter. - BARB: No!

What did they do to you, my hairy little baby?!

Come here, come here, come here.

- Gnarly. - What-what-what do you...

- What is this? - What, what...

Pop Trolls?

(CLEARS THROAT)

"Dear Barb, can't wait to meet you.

I have tons of great party ideas."

I like that.

"Maybe you and I can even be best friends."

Best friends?

Is she making fun of me?

No one says that.

Friendship takes time and years of mutual care and respect.

You don't just become best friends.

Plus, everyone knows I already have a ton of friends.

Like Carol.

Right, Carol?

Okay, you're busy. That's fine.

Love you, Carol.

(QUIET CRACKLING)

(GROWLS)

Gnarly. (BACK-UP ALARM BEEPING)

Pop music isn't even real music!

It's bland! It's repetitive!

The lyrics are empty!

Worst of all, it crawls into your head like an earworm!

(CHAIN SAW BUZZING)

(SIGHS)

You know, and you can't get it out... Uh, I'm tired now.

(WHOOPS) Hating things takes a lot of energy.

Look what their music just did to Dad.

Daddy? Come back. (SLURPING)

Come back to me, Daddy.

Nice hair, dude.

No one does this to Dad.

And no one makes fun of Queen Barb.

(HUMMING)

Ah! I need that Pop string.

And I know who's gonna help me.

The most feared bounty hunters in all of Trolldom.

(SMOOTH JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) (BELL DINGS)

Chaz, the Smooth Jazz Troll.

("MI GENTE" PLAYING) The Reggaeton Trolls.

BARB: The K-Pop Gang.

("HOCUS POCUS" PLAYING, SINGER YODELING) And

the Yodelers.

Okay.

As you probably know,

I'm bringing a tidal wave of rock across this land of ours.

And soon there will be nothing but hard rock

as far as the ear can hear.

Whoever brings me Queen Poppy gets to keep

their very own music in their very own territory.

Right over here.

(TROLLS MURMURING, GROANING) TROLL: Oh.

I don't know. It looks pretty tiny.

You want it or not?

All you have to do is get me Queen Poppy!

- Oh, okay. - Sounds like a pretty good deal.

Do you validate parking?

Dude, where are the Yodelers?

I heard a rumor, uh, that they yodeled so hard,

an avalanche fell on 'em.

Or something.

Well, I don't pay you to hear.

Actually, I'm doing this for college credit.

If anyone can find me Queen Poppy and her string,

(MUSIC DISTORTS, STOPS)

This must be where the Country Music Trolls live.

Well, it looks like nobody's here.

We're too late. Time to go home.

Come on, guys, let's go.

There is no "I quit" in "team."

Cock-a-doodle...

Ah, never mind.

(SOLEMN COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

(BELL CHIMES)

Time to get to work. (YAK BREATHING NOISILY)

Okay, Daddy.

(PLAYFUL CHATTER)

(TUMBLEWEED YELLING) (CHILDREN SCREAMING)

This song is so sad.

Yeah, it is sad.

But life is sad sometimes, so I kind of like it.

You do? Huh.

But it's so different.

Oh, they must not know

that music's supposed to make you happy.

(GASPS) That's awful.

Okay, guys, guys, huddle up.

(BIRD SCREECHES IN DISTANCE)

(GROWLING): Growly, growly, growl.

Now, take it easy, Growly Pete.

I feel bad for them.

It looks like they got beat up by a rainbow.

First things first,

these Trolls need some serious cheering up,

and we're gonna have to go top-shelf.

Oh.

Now, when you say "top-shelf,"

- y-you don't mean... - That's right.

We need to sing them the most important songs

in the history of music.

Yes, but which ones?

All of them.

And when you say "all of them"

(RHYTHMIC GRUNTING)

(WIND WHISTLING SOFTLY)

TUMBLEWEED: You suck!

Now, I want you three to sit in here

and think about what you've just done.

- That was a crime against music. - POPPY: Wait, no.

We're here to warn you about Barb, the Queen of Rock.

(SIGHS) Sweetie, I already know

and have heard about this Queen Barb and her fancy World Tour.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I got to go wash what you call music out of my ears.

(GASPS)

(CHUCKLES): Oh.

You in real trouble now.

Right, Aunt Delta?

- Keep an eye on 'em, Growly Pete. - Yes!

Growly, growly, growly, growl.

No, no. Music should bring us together, not divide us!

Sugar. (SIGHS)

Well, I knew it.

"Who Let the Dogs Out." Too far.

Okay, Branch.

You can say "I told you so." I know you want to.

Y-You did great out there, Poppy.

(POPPY SHRIEKS)

I'll never survive the big house.

- We've got to get out of here. - I know.

That was such a rad medley. I can't believe it didn't work.

Tell me about it. I did the splits.

No one even clapped.

Am I not cute anymore?!

Come on!

Maybe my dad was right.

The other Trolls are different in ways I was not prepared for.

Some Trolls, they don't just want to have fun.

Anybody got a plan B?

Plan B? Right up here.

Step one: Escape from Lonesome Flats.

(SNORTING, SPITTING NOISILY)

(SIGHS) Plan B it is.

I guess we're going home.

HICKORY: Whoo-hey!

(SCREAMS)

It ain't right to put you in jail

'cause your music's different.

It seems some folks round here

don't appreciate a rad medley when they hear one.

(BELL DINGS)

Let's skedaddle.

Yes! Mission back on!

Branch! Branch! You can stop rescuing us.

(GASPS)

Poppy, you don't even know who this is.

I'm Queen Poppy. What's your name?

Name's Hickory.

Branch, this is Hickory. Hickory, this is Branch.

Enough with the formalities. Let's go!

Uh, this is Mr. Dinkles, by the way. (SQUEAKS)

I said let's skedaddle! Hyah!

Go get 'em, Clampers!

(HISSES, BLABBERING)

(SCREAMS) This was my plan C, by the way.

Hyah! Hyah!

POPPY: Oh, no! Hickory!

I got it, Queen Poppy.

DELTA DAWN: Don't let them get away!

(SCREAMING, SHOUTING)

(BIGGIE SOBBING)

(WHOOPS) Yeah!

(BLABBERING)

(SCREAMS)

Yeah! (WHOOPS)

- Come on, Growly Pete! - Uh-oh.

Do your thing! (WHOOPING)

No one can escape my mustache.

That's how you do it!

(GASPING)

Hyah! (LAUGHS) That tickles.

Branch, hold on to Mr. Dinkles!

(YELLING)

(STRAINING)

(YELLING AND STRAINING CONTINUE)

- Hyah! - We're gonna get you now!

(SCREAMING)

(WHOOPS)

POPPY: Hickory, look out!

(BLABBERING)

We're not gonna make it!

Oh, yes, we are.

Well, I hope Pop Trolls can swim.

(SCREAMING)

Oh, for Pete's sake.

- Well, dangity-doodly. - Dangity-doodly.

(CLAMPERS GRUNTS)

(RELAXING MUSIC PLAYING)

(SQUEAKS)

Welcome home.

(CHOIR SINGING)

(MUSIC DISTORTING)

(COUGHS, POPS) (GASPS)

(SQUEAKING)

Oh, Mr. Dinkles, you're alive.

For a minute there, I thought you'd kicked the bucket.

(GROANS)

(POPPY AND BRANCH COUGHING, PANTING)

I'm really glad you came with me.

(PANTING)

Me, too. (GALLOPING)

HICKORY: Yah!

There you are. Whew!

I think we lost them. (GRUNTING)

- We should be all right. - Thank you.

I don't know how we can ever repay you.

Oh, wait! Yes, I do.

Gumdrops!

Gum what?

Oh. Well, thank you.

Whew. That's got a zing, don't it?

- Uh... Whoa. - It's not candy time.

It's question time.

(BELL DINGS) Huh?

- Hug time! - Hug time!

- Ooh. Oh, that feels good. - Wow.

(GRUNTS)

Why are you helping us? (BELL DINGS)

What's in it for you?

Hey! Branch.

(CHUCKLES) I'm sorry about my... associate.

HICKORY: I loved your message about

music bringing Trolls together.

You may be Pop, and I may be Country, but Trolls is Trolls.

(IMITATES HICKORY): "Trolls is Trolls."

Wow. Deep.

This is the beginning of a partnership between Trolls

that's going to save all Trolls.

You're darn skippy.

(CHUCKLES): Ah. (GROANS)

Okay. We need to get to the Funk Trolls before Barb.

HICKORY: Well, quickest way is down that river.

I'll build us a raft.

(SCOFFS) This ought to be good.

Guy probably doesn't know

the first thing about building a ra...

Cappuccino, anyone?

Cappuccino?

Cappucci-yes.

- Oh! - Are you seeing this?

BIGGIE: Oh, wow.

(SIGHS) I do want one.

But I am not happy about it.

(GASPING)

Trolls that look like me!

Yes!

(GIGGLES)

Oh.

(CLUCKING)

(PURRING)

Hello there. (SNIFFS)

(HONKING MUSICALLY) (FUNKY BEAT PLAYING)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS) (MUSIC STOPS)

Happy birthday?

HICKORY: I can make a cortado, a macchiato, latte.

- We also do drip. - BIGGIE: Oh.

It is a nice night, isn't it?

Mr. Dinkles loves a full moon.

Let's get our grub on. (SIGHS)

Food's ready.

(SOUTHERN ACCENT): Well, I'll bring more kindlin'.

Poppy, maybe it's just me,

but are you getting a weird vibe from Hickory?

(NORMAL VOICE): What?

No. Why? Are you?

I just... I don't know.

- I don't trust him. - BIGGIE: Oh, that's good.

POPPY: Well, yeah, but you don't

trust anybody, Branch. (GRUB SQUEAKING)

Hey, I just want us to be safe.

And you know what's not safe?

Putting too much trust into a complete stranger.

Oh, I see.

It's not Hickory you don't trust. It's me.

Do you not think I'm a good queen?

Wait, what? I didn't say that.

I thought we were friends, Branch.

I'm starting to think you don't even know what that means.

We are friends.

And sometimes that means speaking up

if I think you're making a mistake.

(SMOOTH JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) Do you hear something?

(CHUCKLES) Look at that guy's chest hair.

(DISTORTED SIGH)

BRANCH: Poppy,

(DISTORTED): I can't feel my face.

It's... it's like I'm being paralyzed by its.

(ECHOES): Smoothness.

(SMOOTH JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES)

(ROARS)

(BUBBLES FIZZING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(DISTORTED): Hello?

Hello. It's me.

(LAUGHS)

Look! Narwhals.

POPPY: Totally gnar-gnar. (NARWHALS WHISTLING)

BIGGIE (IN DISTANCE): Poppy!

(GIGGLING)

Oh.

(MUSIC STOPS) Ah...

BRANCH: Poppy,

how'd you like the sushi?

(GROANING) Oh.

CHAZ: Got you, Pop babies. (GASPS)

Soon, Barb is gonna have your string,

and the world will be rid of cheesy, pointless pop music,

once and for all.

Hold it right there, Chaz.

And who are you supposed to be, cowboy pants?

(TROLLS GASP) My name's Hickory,

and I don't much care for smooth jazz.

(TROLLS GASP) Oh, yeah?

Well, you've just never had the Chaz experience.

(SMOOTH JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS) Ooh. Ah.

(SAXOPHONE HONKS)

(EARS POP SOFTLY)

Gumdrops.

Soundproof and delicious.

Smooth jazz will be heard again!

Smooth jazz will never die!

(BLOWS NOTE)

Who was that guy?

One of the many bounty hunters out there looking for you.

That was awful.

So smooth and easy and awful.

I know, big buddy.

It's enough to put you off jazz altogether.

BIGGIE: All right, that's it! We need to go home.

Biggie, it'll be okay.

Stop saying that, and listen to me.

You only hear what you want to hear,

and it puts us all in danger.

How are you supposed to save the world

if you can't even keep us safe?

You made a pinky promise to me, Queen Poppy.

And you broke it.

(BLABBERING RAPIDLY)

What kind of queen breaks a pinky promise?!

Biggie.

No.

(SIZZLING)

(PANTING)

(WHEEZING): I'm so lost.

I'm almost there. I'm so lost.

So hot.

(COUGHS)

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

(GASPS) I'm saved!

(GULPING)

Are you, now?

'Cause last I checked, I was a mirage.

(ECHOING): A mirage, a mirage.

(GROANING)

(SOBS)

I'm done for.

And on top of that, I never found any Trolls like me.

(ELECTRONIC HUMMING AND PULSING)

(ELECTRONIC BURBLING)

What?!

(STAMMERING)

Whoa! Whoa!

No! No, no, no!

(SCREAMS)

Whoa.

(REEDS VOCALIZING)

(GROANS)

Something tells me your heart ain't in this mission, Branch.

What do you mean?

Yeah, you're on a mission, all right,

but your heart is with Miss Poppy.

Hey, hold your horses.

I'm sorry, is that offensive?

(CHUCKLES)

Not as offensive as you thinking

I can't see what's right in front of my eyes.

Did you tell her yet?

I tried, but...

(DESCENDING WHISTLE, IMITATES EXPLOSION)

Well, if you did tell her, who knows if she'd even hear you?

What do you mean by that?

Well, let's just say only one of you is doing the listening

in this relationship, and it's not her.

It's you.

Yeah. I got that. Thanks.

Uh, guys?

(ELECTRONIC HUMMING AND PULSING)

(WHIMPERING) What in buttered biscuits?!

- Huh? - I got it.

Ooh. (GRUNTING)

(SHOUTS)

(GRUNTS) Oh!

Oh.

(GASPS)

(SCREAMS)

Whoo-hey!

("ATOMIC DOG" PLAYING)

Oh.

(SCREAMS, GRUNTS) (WHOOPS)

PRINCE D: Welcome to Vibe City.

You are cordial guests of Prince Cooper.

Cooper?!

What are you doing here?! (LAUGHS)

Actually, I'm over here.

What?

Bacon-wrapped hot dogs!

Okay. Maybe all the jazz

hasn't left my brain yet. (NOTES PLAYING)

It turns out I'm actually from Vibe City,

just like my twin brother.

I'm Prince D. What's poppin'?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I got a twin brother.

How is this possible?

Well, it's a very complicated story.

When we were both babies,

my egg got snatched out of the nest.

Mom and Dad looked everywhere, but they couldn't find me,

- so you guys raised me as one of your own. - TROLLS: Aw.

Now dig this. (LAUGHS)

COOPER: And then when I went out to go find

other Trolls like me, my mom and dad finally found me.

QUEEN ESSENCE: Q, is that him?

I think our search is finally over.

Our son is finally home.

(GASPS)

I guess it wasn't too complicated.

(BOTH LAUGH) Oh.

Poppy, I want you to meet the King and Queen of Funk.

King Quincy and Queen Essence.

My mom and dad.

Aw.

Wow, Cooper. You look just like your dad.

Yeah, that must be why he's so good-looking.

Was that a dad joke?

It was lame!

(LAUGHTER) Well, so that means

you're a Funk Troll?

You don't have to be just one thing.

I'm Pop and Funk.

- Or maybe you're Hip-Hop, like me. - Yeah.

Hip-Hop?

PRINCE D: Yeah. I think your map

- is a bit outdated. - Hmm.

Oh, he's right. Look at that. It still has Disco.

POPPY: Well, Your Majesties,

we need your help to save all music from Queen Barb.

If we combine our music,

she'll see that music unites all Trolls

and that we're all the same and that she's one of us!

Poppy, I mean no disrespect,

but king to queen, anything but that.

Why not?

(ELECTRICAL CLICK, HUM)

Let's tell 'em how it was, Prince D.

Sick.

Long ago, our world was without song or dance.

Then the Trolls found the strings,

and life was one big party.

Oh, yeah. I-I've heard this story before.

That is, until the Pop Trolls tried to steal our strings.

Steal your strings?

That-That's not what it said in our scrapbooks.

Scrapbooks?

Those are cut out, glued and glittered by the winners.

Let me tell you how it really went down.

KING QUINCY: And the Trolls never lived in harmony again.

So the Trolls live in isolation because of what Pop did?

Pop tried to destroy our music.

Just like Barb is trying to do.

I can make it right.

History's just gonna keep repeating itself

until we make everyone realize that we're all the same.

But we're not all the same.

It's why all our strings are different.

Because they reflect our different music.

Denying our differences

is denying the truth of who we are.

I hadn't thought of it like that.

(ALARM WAILING) (GASPS)

Rock has arrived! It's on!

Prepare for battle!

("MOVE ON UP" BY CURTIS MAYFIELD PLAYING)

(RECORDS SCRATCHING)

(OVER SPEAKER): Assemble the crew.

I'm gonna make sure you get to safety.

Let me help you!

Aw, you kidding me?

(GIGGLES)

- Hard Rock cut the power. - They're fighting dirty.

POPPY: Cooper! (TROLLS CLAMORING)

- Hickory. - HICKORY: Don't worry!

I'll find you guys.

Uh, Poppy.

(ENGINES REVVING) (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

BARB: Rock on!

(BRANCH WHIMPERING)

(POPPY GRUNTS)

No! (GRUNTS)

We have to get back down there. There's still hope.

- We can still fix this. - Poppy, enough.

I've listened to you and I've done it your way,

and now it's your turn to listen.

It's time to get back home.

I'm not like you. I can't just give up.

Give up?

I want to protect our friends and family.

I can't go home until I've proven myself as a good queen.

So that's what this is really all about?

Why are you so upset?

Because your dad was right

and Biggie was right and Queen Essence was right.

And I've been backing you up even when you ignore them.

But you never listen to me.

Branch, what are you talking about?

You want to be a good queen?

Good queens actually listen.

You know what I heard back there?

Differences do matter.

Like-like you and me.

We're too different to get along.

Just like all the other Trolls.

- We are really different. - So different.

- Completely out of harmony. - Completely.

I don't even know why we're friends.

Neither do I.

So.

Why do I care about you more than anybody else in the world?

Weird, right?

(BELL DINGS)

(QUIET LAUGH NEARBY)

BABY BUN (WHISPERS): I see you, Branch.

ARI (SINGSONGY): Over here.

- WANI: There he is. - GOMDORI: Can you see me?

(GASPS) (LAUGHTER)

(WHISTLE) GOMDORI: I can see you.

BABY BUN: Let's get him. (LAUGHTER)

WANI: One, two, three.

ALL: Yay! (GASPS, GRUNTS)

(YELLS): Oh!

(GASPS) ("RUSSIAN ROULETTE" PLAYING)

WANI: Hey, crybaby.

Your name Poppy? (LAUGHTER)

What? No. Who are you guys?

We are the K-Pop Gang. (WHOOPS)

And you're going to take us to Queen Poppy.

(CHUCKLES): What?

("MI GENTE" PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Not so fast, Tracy. (GIGGLES)

We're taking him.

It's pronounced "Tresillo."

If you want him... (REGGAETON BEAT PLAYS)

You're going to have to dance for him. (LAUGHTER)

I can't live in a world without reggaeton.

And we can't live in a world without K-pop.

MALE VOICE: Dance-off! (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) - Ooh!

("RUSSIAN ROULETTE" PLAYING, TROLLS SINGING IN KOREAN)

(SINGING IN KOREAN)

(SINGING IN KOREAN)

("MI GENTE" PLAYING, SINGING IN SPANISH) (GASPS)

(SCREAMING, LAUGHING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

- Wow. (GIGGLES) - Respect.

Respect. (GRUNTS)

- Why don't we split him? - Huh?

Good idea. Yeah. (LAUGHTER)

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Why does Barb get to decide which music gets to be saved?

All music should be saved.

All right, okay. I'm listening, Pop Troll.

(GASPS) (PANTING)

Poppy, there you are.

Hickory! Oh, it's so good to see you.

Where's Branch?

We had a fight. He's gone.

He's heading back to Pop Village.

(SIGHS) That's a shame.

(POPPY SIGHS)

I was so desperate to be a good queen

that I stopped listening to anyone but myself.

Including my best friend. (SIGHS)

And it's all because of this stupid string.

(POP RIFF ECHOES) (MAGIC JINGLING)

Poppy, take the string and run as fast as you can,

- you hear me? - What?

What are you talking about?

Trust me, just go.

Now! Please! Just go!

(MALE VOICE GRUNTING) Hickory, are you all right?

I'm fine. (MALE VOICE GRUMBLING)

Hey. Hey, now!

Stop that!

(GASPS) Here.

Oh, whoa, whoa! (MALE VOICE GRUNTING)

(POPPY SHOUTS, GASPS)

(GRUNTS) (SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS) Nein! (GASPS)

What are you doing, Hickory?!

- Quiet, Dickory! - POPPY: What's going on?

- Hickory? - I am so sorry.

(YELLS)

DICKORY: Yeah.

Show her who you really are, Hickory!

("HOCUS POCUS" PLAYING, DICKORY YODELING)

(HICKORY VOCALIZING)

(SINGS HIGH-PITCHED NOTE)

Wait.

You're the Yodelers?

(CHUCKLES): Yeah.

Ya darn skippy, playa-play.

And you were gonna give our string to Barb?

Ding, ding. Give this person a strudel for the correct answer.

And you've been in back the whole time?

Next subject, please.

Why would you do this?

(GERMAN ACCENT): So sorry.

Uh, it was the only way to save our beautiful yodeling.

Hickory.

But trust me, you need to get out of here right away.

What are you doing, Hickory?

Nein! Dickory. (GRUNTS)

Shut your mouth-hole, please!

Let go! (GRUNTING)

- We must save yodeling! - Stop it! - Got you!

(SHOUTS) (LAUGHS)

I thought I heard a yodel. (GASPS) Queen Barb.

(POP RIFF PLAYS) (POPPY GASPS)

The final notes of Pop.

It will never invade anyone's brain again.

I'm not gonna let you do this!

This is who I've been worried about?

This little pipsqueak?

I'll never stop fighting until I make things right.

- And I'm not a pipsqueak! - Uh, yeah, you are,

'cause I'm, like, a whole centimeter taller than you.

No! (GRUNTS) Leave me alone!

Leave you alone? Uh, I'm sorry.

You were the one who was all desperate to be best friends.

Get your hands off me.

Oh, okay. All right.

You're feisty. I respect that.

Strong woman to strong woman, am I right?

But you know who else was feisty?

Pop Village.

(GASPS)

Oh, no. No!

(PANTING)

Everyone! Everyone!

We're back!

(GASPS)

(GASPS) Oh, no.

- Biggie! You won't believe it! - Hello, Biggie.

We were attacked by Barb and her barbarians!

She took everybody to Volcano Rock City.

It was scary.

Rock me, Daddy.

Mm, that's nice.

I shouldn't have left her.

She wouldn't have left me.

Never, no matter how scared she was.

I've got to go back.

We're coming with you, Biggie.

We got to go save our best friend.

But how? We'll never make it past security.

We'll overpower them with muscles!

(STRAINS) (MUSCLES SQUEAK)

Or... we could overpower them

- with fashion. - With fashion.

Ouch.

(WHIMPERS): Oh.

Ooh.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Rock and roll! (LAUGHS)

(CROWD CHEERING)

TROLL: All right, where do we put these things?

TROLL 2: I need a circuit hookup.

(QUIETLY): Okay, come on. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

(BELLS JINGLING QUIETLY)

Hey. Stop right there.

(JINGLING STOPS)

BIGGIE: Legsly, I told you not to wear your anklet.

Only Rock Trolls are allowed back here.

Well, it's funny you should mention that,

because we are genuine Hard Rockers.

(ELECTRIC GUITAR STRUMS WEAKLY)

(DEEP VOICE): One, two, three, four!

Cool.

Hurry up. The show's about to start, man.

Queen Barb's about to go onstage.

We're screwed.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) (CROWD CHEERING)

BARB: So, Popcorn,

is being my best friend

everything you could have ever dreamed of?

(GRUNTS) (BARB AND TROLLS LAUGH)

I am not your best friend.

You don't have to be embarrassed. I get it.

Being queen can be kind of lonely.

CROWD (CHANTING): Barb! Barb! Barb! Barb! Barb!

(CHANTING FADES)

There's all this pressure to be a great queen.

And instead of real friends, you're just surrounded by

people who just tell you what you want to hear.

You know, other than your terrible taste in music

and clothing and general lifestyle,

you and me are the same, Popsqueak.

Uh... (SCOFFS) No, we're not.

We're both queens who just want to unite the world.

You don't want to unite the world.

You want to destroy it!

Nuh-uh. No way.

No. I don't know who told you that.

Music has done nothing but divide us.

Now that I have the final string,

I can make us all one nation of Trolls, under rock.

(GUITAR ROARS)

(MAGIC JINGLING, WHOOSHING)

(POP RIFF PLAYS)

(ROCK RIFF ECHOES)

(LAUGHS)

What are you gonna do?

Play the ultimate power chord, and then...

(CHUCKLES)

You'll see!

("BARRACUDA" PLAYING) (CROWD CHEERING)

(CROWD GRUNTING IN UNISON TO RHYTHM)

(CROWD GRUNTING IN UNISON TO RHYTHM)

(CROWD GRUNTING IN UNISON TO RHYTHM)

Rock on!

(MUSIC AND CHEERING STOP)

(MUSIC RESUMES) (CROWD CHEERING)

(LAUGHS) Bam!

(PLAYING NOTE RHYTHMICALLY) Hey! Look, Daddy!

I'm a rock star!

Uh, this is a little hot.

(CHUCKLES)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(ELECTRICITY BOOMING)

(CROWD CHEERING, WHOOPING)

Give it up for your former leaders.

Funk, Country, Techno, Classical...

(CROWD BOOING)

And worst of all, Pop.

(BOOING CONTINUES)

(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING, WHOOSHING)

Who wants to see what the ultimate power chord can do?

(CROWD CHEERING, WHOOPING)

No. No!

(PLAYING ROCK RIFF)

(CHUCKLES, GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(SHEILA B WHOOPS)

Ha! I guess a giant comprehensive manual

does come in handy.

Bla-dow! Just in time!

Branch!

Well, isn't that puke.

Poppy's little boyfriend came to crash the concert.

Too late, Branch.

Wait!

Branch!

(CROWD MURMURING QUIETLY)

No.

(CRACKLING)

Branch.

Rock on!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Oh, sick! Totally works.

Who's ready to get rippin' tattoos

everywhere but our faces in case we still need office jobs?

Rah!

You're turning everyone into rock zombies?

Yep. I can't wait to party with you, Poppy.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTS) Rock and roll!

Dude.

(DOOR CREAKS)

BARB: Not so fast, Popsqueak.

Hey, boy toy, it's mullet time.

(STRAINS, GROWLS)

(GRUNTS)

(PLAYING ROCK RIFF)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS) (GASPS)

Who wants to party?!

Without smiling.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Finish them off.

(GASPS) (ROCK RIFF PLAYING)

What are you doing?

You're supposed to be a rock zombie!

Gumdrops.

Soundproof and delicious.

(GULPS) (TROLLS GROANING IN DISGUST)

(SOUTHERN ACCENT): She learned that from watching me.

Give me that!

I'm not gonna let you do this to anyone else!

A world where everyone looks the same and sounds the same?

That's not harmony.

RIFF: Hey, Barb?

Hi.

Maybe Queen Poppy has a point.

If we all look the same, act the same, dress the same,

how will anyone know we're cool or something?

(CROWD MURMURING) TROLL: Yeah. He's got a point.

A good point.

A good queen listens.

Real harmony takes lots of voices.

(GRUNTS)

Different voices!

(LOUD WHOOSHING)

(LOUD MUSICAL RUMBLING)

(RUMBLING STOPS)

POPPY (QUIETLY): Oh.

(BRANCH GRUNTS)

Branch!

No.

(QUIET ELECTRICAL JINGLING AND WHOOSHING)

My strings.

(PANTING)

What have you done?

You've destroyed music!

(CROWD GASPING, MURMURING) Give it up, everybody.

Thanks to the Queen of Pop, we've all lost our music.

History repeats itself.

Pop has ruined everything.

(HEARTBEAT THUMPING FAINTLY)

(HEARTBEAT THUMPING RHYTHMICALLY OVER SPEAKERS)

(CROWD MURMURING QUIETLY) (RHYTHMIC HEARTBEAT CONTINUES)

(BEATBOXING TO RHYTHM)

Those are my sons.

Making music.

(HEARTBEAT AND BEATBOXING CONTINUE)

(CLAPPING AND TAPPING TO RHYTHM)

(CROWD CLAPPING AND STOMPING TO RHYTHM, EXCITED CHATTER)

(MUSIC STOPS) (HEARTBEAT CONTINUES)

Queen Barb can't take away something that is inside us.

Because that's where music really comes from.

It started with the strings, but now it comes from us.

(TROLLS VOCALIZING MELODICALLY)

Yeah, it comes from our experiences.

Our lives.

Our culture.

(MELODIC VOCALIZING CONTINUES)

Beautiful. (LAUGHS)

Listen to that.

Barb can't take that away.

(MELODIC VOCALIZING CONTINUES)

(VOCALIZING STOPS)

Dad?

It's all right, Barbara. (PLAYING MELODY)

Just let everyone be what they want to be.

Including you. (GROWLING SOFTLY)

(TROLLS HUMMING ALONG)

Come on, Daddy!

(SINGING IN KOREAN)

(SINGING IN SPANISH)

(PENNYWHISTLE TRILLING) Beautiful.

Can't hear you way in the back!

(CROWD CHEERING)

I love you guys.

Dad, I should've listened to what you had to say

and not run off like that.

I'm so glad you didn't listen to me.

You weren't naive about this world.

You were brave enough to believe things can change.

Braver than me.

I raised Poppy to be strong and self-confident.

I was a genius. (GRUNTS)

Ha! Ha! Yeah!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(GRUNTING)

Well, now that you're not forcing me,

I hope we can be friends.

Yes!

Did you hear that, Carol?

We have a girl group now!

A girl group? Nice!

(SMOOTH JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS, STOPS)

Yeah! Carol! (LAUGHS)

She's psyched.

Branch, I love that we're different.

And I love you, Queen Poppy.

I love you, too, Branch.

Shall we?

- Yeah! (WHOOPS) - Yes!

Now, that's a good connection! (LAUGHS)

POPPY: In the beginning, we were divided.

("THE OTHER SIDE" BY SZA AND JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE PLAYING)

Our ancestors thought

we were just too different to get along.

It turns out they were wrong.

Very, very wrong.

ANCESTOR TROLL: We're sorry.

POPPY: You have to be able to listen to other voices,

even when they don't agree with you.

(TROLLS SIGH) (HANDS CLAP)

They make us stronger,

more creative, more inspired.

So whether your song is sad and heartfelt,

loud and defiant,

or warm and funky,

or even if you're a little bit of each,

it's all these sounds and all our differences

that make the world a richer place.

Because you can't harmonize alone.

(CLAMPERS LAUGHS, CHOMPS)

(BLABBERING)

Clampers!

Let's not eat our history.

Sorry, Miss Poppy.

(GULPS)

(BACK-UP ALARM BEEPING) (FUNKY BEAT PLAYING)

Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

Excuse me.

I'm done with my nap and I'm ready to party!

Glitter! (GLITTER JINGLING)

(HUMMING) (GRUNTS)

(WHOOPS)

Aw, Grissy, I guess we're late to the party.

- Aw, balls! - Grissy.

But who's gonna eat my cheese balls, babe?

("THE OTHER SIDE" BY SZA AND JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE PLAYING)

(VOCALIZING)

("ROCK N ROLL RULES" BY HAIM AND LUDWIG GÖRANSSON PLAYING)

(ELECTRIC GUITAR RIFFING)

(ELECTRIC GUITAR CONTINUES RIFFING)

(MUSIC ENDS)

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