Original subtitles

Narrator: Once upon a time in a village far away,

lived a group called The Trolls,

that celebrated almost everyday.

Hey, that's a rhyme!

Narrator: The Trolls had holidays up the wazoo.

From Bubble Day to New Hairs Eve.

Just to name a few.

[Trolls cheering]

Enjoying holiday after holiday,

they partied without stopping.

They celebrated everything with their leader, Queen Poppy.

All: Poppy, Poppy, Poppy...

But across the way, in old Bergen Town,

lived a group called The Bergens

whose spirits were down.

They had but one holiday that brought happiness.

A tradition of eating Trolls

on a day called, "The Trollstice."

Then Poppy taught them that joy was inside,

all along.

So they got rid of Trollstice

and their only holiday was gone.

And so on Trollstice Eve in Bergen Town,

The Bergens, well,

now they're just kinda sitting around.

Boring! Boring!

[instrumental music]

Todd: Got another card from Troll Village.

- Oh, yay. - Thanks, Todd.

- I'm Chad, he's Todd. - Hi.

Yup, got it, Chod and Tadd.

Ooh, look, Grissy, it's another card from Poppy.

Happy Catch Your Friend Day?

- Ooh! - What if you drop her?

I mean, we we're not insured for that kinda thing.

I would never ever drop Poppy.

- Bridget: Never. - Gristle: Whateves, babe!

Gristle: The Trolls have so many holidays.

Too many holidays if you ask me.

Well, I think it's... [chuckles]

k-- kinda nice having so much to celebrate.

Hey, Bridgy, we do cool stuff too.

I mean, what about all those awesome cards

we send back to them, huh?

Huh! Well, that's... consistent.

Branch, Bridget... um, sent another card.

[Branch grunting]

Poppy: Wh-- what are you doing?

Are you about to barf? I'll go get a trash can.

What? No. I'm practicing my smile.

Y-- you know I'm new to this whole "Being happy" thing.

Oh, well here, let me help. Smiles are my jam.

Poppy: Okay, here we... No. Hm... No.

- Ah! - Close. Weird. What the...

Your face is being very frustrating.

What is the deal with these cards?

Branch: Monday. Friday. Sunday mid-morning?

It's like ever since Trollstice was cancelled,

the Bergens... don't have anything to look forward to.

I feel really bad for them.

[gasps]

- Oh! - Ah, uh, no.

No, no, no. I know what that look means.

You're about to hatch an elaborate plan

which involves a lot of hugging, singing,

dancing and [gulps] glitter.

- You know it. - Okay.

Promise me you'll sleep on it before you rush

into something like you always do.

Okay.

I won't do anything.

♪ Just call me angel of the mornin' angel ♪

♪ Just touch my cheek before you leave me baby ♪

♪ I'm goin' down into the bunker angel ♪

♪ And I'll be sippin' on coffee in the mornin' baby ♪♪

- Good morning, Branch! - Aaah!

- Poppy, you didn't sleep on it. - Not a wink.

And you probably got a crazy plan.

And yes, I do. I decided the Bergens need a new holiday.

And nobody knows holidays better than us.

We'll just give 'em one of ours.

- And why are we doing this? - Bridget is my best friend.

They deserve to have a day of dancing and singing

and costumes and presents and glitter.

[slurps] So much flipping glitter.

Poppy, are you sure this is a good idea?

Absolutely. This is what I do. I take care of my friends.

And this is how we're gonna do it.

Poppy: First, break into Bridget's bunker...

and get them on board.

- What? - I'm on board.

Poppy: We set off for Bergen Town

and we arrived with as much

dramatic flare as possible.

- We see Gristle and Bridget. - Poppy!

Poppy: And do some hugging.

We pitch them our holidays.

Their minds are blown!

[explosion]

And that's how we're gonna give

Bridget and the Bergens a new holiday.

Holiday!

- All: Holiday! - Aah!

[sighs] I'll go put on some pants.

Narrator: Certain her holiday mission would be a success,

Poppy chartered a ride on the Caterbus Express.

Aah!

All aboard! [hooting]

Poppy: Guys, hurry up! Come on, let's go.

Cloud Guy: Welcome to the Caterbus Express! S-- S-- S--

Oh, no!

Hey, guys! Captain O'Slappy.

- Queen Poppy. - Cloud Guy.

Please put away all electronics.

Cloud Guy: Safely store your carry-on

and hold on to your Dinkles.

Thank you for choosing the caterbus,

the safest way to travel.

Unless we go into a wormhole.

I'm sorry, d-- did you just say wormhole?

Now, sit back, relax and feel the love!

♪ People all over the world join hands ♪

♪ Start a love train love train ♪

♪ People all over the world ♪

♪ Join hands ♪

♪ Start a love train a love train ♪

♪ The next stop that we make ♪

♪ Will be soon ♪

♪ Tell all the folks in Bergen Town ♪

♪ We're bringin' it all to you ♪

♪ Now please don't miss the train at the station ♪

♪ 'Cause if you miss it I'll feel sorry ♪

♪ Sorry for you ♪

[instrumental music]

♪ Well ♪

♪ People all over the world ♪ ♪ Sisters and brothers ♪

♪ Join hands come on ♪ ♪ Start a love train ♪♪

Ride this train. Come on, ride it, ride it...

Uh, who's driving the bus?

[screeching]

[screaming]

Wormhole!

[all screaming]

[laughing]

You guys, I don't feel so good.

♪ Join hands ♪♪

What's wrong, Cooper?

I'm feeling weird.

[screaming]

[laughing]

♪ People all over the world ♪

♪ Join hands ♪

♪ Start a love train a love train ♪

♪ Start a love train ♪♪

Narrator: After landing in Bergen Town,

Poppy continued on her quest.

For her BFF Bridget,

she wanted nothing but the best.

Guy Diamond, you're on glitter.

♪ Glitter at the ready ♪♪

- Cooper, pyrotechnics. - Fire!

Satin, Chenille, festive outfits.

- On it. - Uh, Poppy...

- About these costumes-- - Branch, we've been over this.

It's not a holiday without costumes.

So put on your big boy pants and let's go in there.

In three, two, one.

Stop everything!

- Huh? - Hmm?

- Poppy! - Bridget!

- Pop star. - Diva.

- Lollypop. - Roller girl.

- Water bomb. - Morning jogger.

- Helicopter. - Prim and...

- Proper! - Proper!

- Wassup? - Wassup?

Your hair looks amazing!

- It's a weave. - I won't say a word.

It's so good to see you, Poppy.

Um, what are you doing here?

Funny you should ask. Hit it, Smidge!

[clanging]

[grunting]

Holiday!

[Bridget applauding]

Lady and gentleman,

we are here to solve your problems.

- We have problems? - But don't worry.

We have the solution.

You guys need a new holiday.

Why do we need a holiday?

How else are you gonna get presents

and wear awesome costumes

and play "How many marshmallows

can you fit in your mouth?"

One hundred and seventy-two.

- Beat that! - M-- my goodness!

Excuse me, h-- have you not been getting our cards back?

Uh, yeah. I-- I especially love the Wednesday one.

You know, it really made me

appreciate the middle of the week.

Ooh! Middle of the week. Told you, babe.

Look, we care about you guys

and we wanna make sure you have something to celebrate.

And here's the great news,

the Trolls have like a gazillion holidays,

so you can have one of ours!

That's cool! I guess.

Yeah, it is.

♪ You're lookin' for a holiday ♪

♪ And there's a million things to celebrate ♪

♪ Your life is bland right now but that's okay ♪

♪ Prepare your minds to get blown away ♪

♪ Holla ♪ ♪ Day ♪

♪ Holla ♪ ♪ Day ♪

♪ Holiday ♪

♪ Poppy break it down ♪ ♪ The first holiday ♪

♪ We're presenting to you a sparkly shiny day ♪

♪ Called glitter polooza ♪

♪ Homie Guy Diamond take the mic ♪

♪ And give the Bergens something they're gonna like ♪

♪ When you wake up in the morning ♪

♪ Whether it's sunny or whether it's stormy ♪

♪ You open the door for a big surprise ♪

♪ A blast of glitter shoots in your eyes ♪

♪ Glitter palooza glitter palooza glitter palooza ♪♪

Ah! Oh, yeah. Oh, that got in there.

Ooh! Aah! It's my eye.

Maybe the holiday is not really cool for us.

That's okay. We got tons of holidays.

Biggie, tell 'em about Tickle Day.

♪ We celebrate with giggles ♪

♪ Get tickled get tickled ♪

♪ Get tickled by spiders ♪♪

Ah!

Tickle Day!

[howls]

[Trolls giggling]

[screams]

♪ Clearly not your idea of fun ♪

♪ Yo Satin Chenille show them another one ♪

♪ Everyone will scream hurray ♪

♪ In their electric pom parade ♪

♪ We got laser that sparkle and glow ♪

♪ So everyone enjoys the show ♪

♪ And there'll be flowers shooting bubbles in the air ♪

♪ You'll be blinded by the lights but you just won't care ♪

♪ Flip a little switch get a bubble pom pom ♪

♪ 'Cause a party ain't a party without lasers and pom ♪♪

Ah! They sting!

These don't seem like Bergen things.

♪ Okay not the holiday for you ♪

♪ It's all good we're only half way through ♪♪

You gotta be kidding me!

♪ All your family and friends will gather around ♪

♪ To enjoy the majestic sound ♪

♪ A chorus you will hear from miles away ♪

♪ For 24 hours it's Balloon Squeal Day ♪♪

[balloons squealing]

Hey, everybody, why don't we just take a cool five?

- Not workin'? - Nope.

Still-- still super weird.

These Troll holidays all suck!

I'm trying to stop her, but she just won't listen.

You have to do som... Ow! Ow! Ow!

Uh, Poppy, this whole thing has been great.

- Thank you. - And you're great for doing it.

- Thank you again. - But it's a disaster.

Thank... Wait, what?

You know that wise old saying, "Go big or go home."

- Maybe we should go-- - Bigger! [chuckles]

Okay, that's not what I meant.

[upbeat music]

♪ It's time to double down in the speed round ♪

♪ Got a holiday you're gonna like better stick around ♪

♪ Well my favorite's a Big Hug Ball Day ♪

♪ That's a big ball of hugs ♪

♪ Or Shock A Friend Day rub your feet on the rug ♪

♪ And touch everyone you love ♪

♪ A very special day we call an equinox ♪

♪ It's a great opportunity to celebrate socks ♪

♪ Socks socks socks s-- socks ♪ ♪ Come on ♪

♪ Tear Away Pants Day feel the breeze on your hips ♪

♪ Hear the sound a Velcro going rip rip rip ♪

♪ Good Luck Troll Day put a gem on your stomach ♪

♪ And you spit a little charm let a friend belly rub it ♪

♪ Everyone will be so jelly when they see you on the telly ♪

♪ With their shiny big jewels sticking right out your belly ♪

♪ On Express Yourself Day give your opinion a shout ♪

♪ Keep It To Yourself Day where you shut your mouth ♪

♪ There's a rockin' holiday filled up with lots of drama ♪

♪ Get you jumpin' all around lemme call it Mosh-sha-sha-na ♪

♪ Shoot a flare in the air like you just don't care ♪

♪ 'Cause it's Fireworks Day in the village square ♪

♪ There's Bleeping Sound Day where you only speak in bleeps ♪

♪ You could say anything like ♪

♪ If you want a tattoo but you're having doubts ♪

♪ There's Random Tattoo Day which is not thought out ♪

♪ Smacksgiving Day is a day we embrace ♪

♪ Especially when someone gets slapped in the face ♪

♪ A big holiday that's a bundle of fun ♪

♪ It's Fuzzy Wuzzy Day so go put one on ♪

♪ It's so wuzzy and it's fuzzy and it's cute and ugly fugly ♪

♪ And we know you're gonna love it ♪

♪ When you're feeling super snuggly. ♪♪

[screams]

[Bridget panting]

[gasps] I used my outside voice.

[gasps]

You don't like any of our holidays?

Poppy, all of this glitter and fun...

and pyrotechnics--

Don't forget the fuzzy sweaters.

- How could we? - I guess what I'm saying is...

[clears throat] Maybe it's best if you, um,

go and stand somewhere like where we're not.

Oh, uh, you mean like, uh, back here?

Ahh! Mmm!

- How about here? - Mnm-mnm.

You mean, like over here?

Maybe farther...

- Wait, are you mad at me? - No, I'm not mad.

I'm just feeling a feeling that's the opposite of happy.

- What is happening? - I don't know.

It's like the nicest fight ever.

Bridget, I think I know what you're trying to say.

[sighs] Okay, good.

'Cause I really didn't wanna have to say it.

- You want me... - Mm-hm.

- To step back... - Uh-huh.

- So we have room... - Yes!

- To show you more holidays! - What? No.

Like Fuzzy Leg Warmer Day or Chug A Jug Of Milk Day.

Poppy, enough!

You're not listening to me.

What do you want me to do?

I think you, uh,

you should... leave.

Oh.

Okay.

[bell jingling]

Narrator: The holiday presentation had ended

as quickly as it started.

Feeling bad for what she had done,

Poppy left broken-hearted.

- Poppy! Poppy! - Poppy! Poppy, where are you?

Oh, can you see her, Mr. Dinkles?

Where is she?

Hey, guys, give me a minute.

Poppy, I know you're hiding in your hair.

[ululating]

- Ah, what the what? - Not Poppy!

Sorry. Wrong hair.

[snarling]

Uh... Poppy?

Is that you?

[sighs] I totally blew it with Bridget.

I... I mean we've never had a fight before

and I'm worried I just lost my best friend forever.

Forever.

No, that's not possible.

I don't know, Branch.

Well, I do because I'm your friend.

And you know what?

[beatboxing]

♪ How many of us have them? ♪

Branch? Branch, please stop.

Thank you.

♪ Thank you for being a friend ♪

You know this one.

♪ Travel down a road and... ♪

Branch, what's your problem?

♪ You just might have a problem ♪

♪ But I'll understand ♪

♪ We all need somebody to lean on ♪

♪ Lean on me ♪

♪ When you're not strong ♪

♪ And I'll be your friend ♪♪

You know what? No more Trolls in the castle area.

But the Trolls just want us to be like them

with their happy energy

and glitter and foam and... lasers.

Holiday.

[sighs]

Grissy, maybe we shouldn't have been

so hard on Poppy and the Trolls.

[sneezing]

I mean, they were just trying to do something nice for us.

I guess. I just can't believe they took a bus

all this way and created an elaborate holiday theme,

song and dance, just to find a holiday for us.

That is poor time management if you ask me.

Yeah, they did do all of that.

Just to try and help us.

I mean, why does she even care so much about what we do?

There's glitter on the ceiling...

You're right. She does care.

A lot.

Maybe we do have a reason to celebrate a holiday after all.

[gasps] Grissy, that's it!

What? W-- wh-- what did I say?

Was it king-ish? Did I sound like a king?

Yes, it was super king-ish.

Now get your keyboard ready.

We have work to do.

You see what I did right there, Chad?

That is how a king gets things...

Oh!

Very impressive, sir.

♪ Oh you're the best friend ♪

♪ That I've ever had ♪

♪ I've been with you such a long time ♪♪

Branch! Stop!

I keep telling you to stop and you just keep singing.

It's like you're not even listening to...

Oh, my holy realization!

That was just what I did to Bridget, wasn't it?

Phew! There it is.

I was runnin' out of songs.

Oh, man!

I got so excited trying to take care of Bridget and I...

[sighs] I wasn't even listening to her.

[humming]

[sighs]

[instrumental music]

[humming continues]

[giggling]

Hey, everybody! The tree looks like Troll hair.

Grissy, it's so beautiful!

Bridget!

- Poppy! - This is amazing.

I am so glad to see you.

I'm sorry, Bridget.

I was not being a good friend.

I got so caught up in telling you what to celebrate

that I didn't even think about why.

Oh, it's okay, Poppy. You actually helped us.

We realized that the holidays aren't about all that stuff.

Right? Oh! It's not about the glitter

or the presents or the decorations...

Although, man, do I love decorations!

But no. You're right. It's not about that.

I'm learning as I go.

Me too.

I think that the holidays are about

celebrating the awesome things in life.

And the super awesome thing in our lives...

[chuckles] is our friendship with you guys.

Bridget: The Trolls.

And a friendship like ours

is definitely something worth celebrating.

Branch... you're smiling!

I-- I am? I-- I am!

Wow! That's what this feels like.

You have a very nice smile.

Thanks. Now I can't stop.

Yeah, this is kinda startin' to hurt.

This is really nice, Bridget.

Happy Troll-A-Bration, everybody!

I love it.

And since we're celebrating the Trolls,

I thought we could Troll it up a little bit.

Hit it, Grissy!

[upbeat music]

♪ Holiday come on ♪

♪ Holiday ♪

♪ Celebrate ♪

♪ Celebrate ♪

♪ If we took a holiday ♪

♪ Took some time to celebrate ♪

♪ Just one day out of life ♪

♪ Everybody now ♪

♪ It would be it would be so nice ♪

♪ Everybody spread the word ♪

♪ We're gonna have a celebration ♪

♪ All across the world ♪

♪ In every nation ♪

♪ It's time for the good times ♪

♪ Forget about the bad times ♪ ♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ One day to come together ♪

♪ To release the pressure ♪

♪ We need a holiday ♪♪

Narrator: And so Poppy and Bridget

took some time to celebrate

and appreciate each other

on a brand new holiday.

They would take one day out of life

and it would be, it would be...

so nice!

So happy holidays to all!

And to all, a goodnight.

Oh, there you are, Mr. Dinkles.

Hang on, what are you wearin'? Is that a pipe?

Who gave Mr. Dinkles a pipe?

♪ We have got to get together ♪♪

[instrumental music]

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Chicken: It's a Channel 3 News special report.

A heat wave is baking Chicago

and I scream.

[grunts] I can almost touch the water.

Chicken: You scream.

[screaming]

We all scream...

in this intense heat.

How long will this scorcher of a summer continue?

With rolling power outages and temperatures in the hundreds,

this reporter sure hopes relief comes soon.

I know mom bought a fan one year and shoved it in the basement.

It's gotta be around here somewhere.

Dealing with an Earth heatwave is still quite strange to me.

[groaning]

You are being very cool, Tip.

Um... oh, you maybe cold-blooded,

but if I don't find that fan, I'm gonna pass out.

Hey! I am your biggest fan, Tip. [laughing]

Oh, well, there she is. There's Tip. [gasps]

[chuckles] You little weirdo! Where did you get this stuff?

In this box full of shiny objects

and weird clothy items.

[gasps] Oh, man! That's right.

You don't know anything about Santa Claus.

Sant-Oh Clogs?

[chuckles] Yeah, buddy. Check it out.

Santa Claus. He's a magical, jolly fellow.

He rides an enchanted sleigh through the sky.

He must have high technology. Like the Boov.

Tip: Then he goes down people's chimneys and leaves them gifts.

Oh, breaking and entering.

Tip: People even leave him treats.

Hmm. Treats!

He only comes once a year, in December, but everyone loves him

because he gives them exactly what they want.

Exactly what they want?

Santa is so cool.

Speaking of cool... Found it!

[fan whirring]

Oh, you wish to lower your core temperature.

I am having just the thing.

Be right back.

Mm. Who am I kidding?

This thing stinks!

Ta-da!

Do not be worryings.

Sant-Oh is here!

[laughs]

I have exactly what you need.

Ta-da!

It is for to lowering the core temperature

of the upper region of Boovish appendages.

[sighs] Oh, wow!

[sighs]

[purring]

It cooled down the basement in just a couple of seconds.

I feel so refreshed.

These are amazing little balls.

[gasps] They're amaze balls!

Everyone in Chicago could use one of these.

Thanks, Oh. I'm gonna go show mom.

Maybe Sant-Oh Clogs could help Chicago get what it needs.

[laughing]

[grunts]

[chuckles] Shh.

[whispering] You and I will be spreading the magical joy

of coolness to the city. Exactly what they wants.

Ah, no. No, Coobish.

Go back with the others.

Alright, let us go, guys.

Making the world a cooler place.

On Coobish, and Coobish and Coobish and Coobish.

[glass shattering]

Oh! That is why Sant-Oh was enslaving them with rope.

♪ What you're recalling? ♪

♪ The most coolest Sant-Oh of alling ♪

♪ Let's go oh Sant-Oh is bringing coolness ♪

♪ To the pretty little humans town ♪

♪ And when they feel when they feel the coolness ♪

♪ All humans will dance around and they go ♪

♪ Sant-Oh Sant-Oh ♪

♪ Ooh watch out that is me ♪

♪ Sant-Oh Sant-Oh ♪

♪ Ooh that's me ♪

♪ All of the human's core temperatures ♪

♪ Will be coming down ♪

♪ When Sant-Oh brings technology ♪

♪ To primitive human's town ♪

♪ Sant-Oh that's me ♪♪

Yo, that song was whack!

[instrumental music]

First stop. I am very nervousing.

But I know with my heart to guide me

and the wind in my beard,

I can do great things.

Chicago! I will break and enter your homes.

I will bring you the coolness that you needs,

because tonight, I am Sant-Oh Clau... Oh, aah!

Ow! Ow! Ow! Aah!

[coughing]

How do you do it, Sant-Oh Clogs?

[gasps] A treat!

[chomping]

My favorite!

Female 1: Muffy? Is that you?

Sant-Oh Clogs must not be seen.

Muffy? Ooh! What's this?

Mm, jawbreakers are my favorite candy.

[grunting]

[screaming]

Hearing her joy makes all this worthwhile.

[whirring]

Another stop for Sant-Oh Clogs.

Climbing this tree and enterings through the window

is much less the danger than jumpings down the chimney.

[screaming]

[sighs] The tiny claw creatures.

I did not anticipate that.

Shh!

I wonder if real Sant-Oh has to deal

with such complexities every year.

[screams]

[gasps] You have spotted me.

Well, hello, you lucky little humans girl.

Sant-Oh Clogs is here to deliver you a cool gift.

I sees you have left me a treat.

[chomping]

Shh!

[screaming]

Wow! You are really liking it.

[screaming]

Tiny clawing creature, please stop!

[screams]

[thud]

Alright, Oh, let us do this the civilized way

and go in through the front door.

Male 1: Hey, hey, what's going on?

Female 2: What are you doing?

Female 3: Get out!

[all screaming]

Being Sant-Oh is hard work.

You are the welcome!

Female 4: Call the police!

[chuckles]

We interrupt this adorable cat video

to bring shocking news!

The Boov have done it again.

Chicken: A jawbreaker law-breaker has broken into

dozens of homes this evening and terrorized hundreds.

He marks his terror with a calling card

that we originally thought to be jawbreakers.

I don't know what it is and that makes me not trust it.

It could be a suppository.

Yo, that mysterious object's makin' me nervous.

Yeah! He's super nervous.

[chirping]

Experts have confirmed that we have no idea

what these things are, so we should fear them.

[gasps] Those are amazeballs.

Chicken: If you spot this Boov

do not take the law into your own hands.

Rather take a rock into your own hand

and throw it at this evil doer,

who has turned our hot summer into a hot mess.

Classic Boov.

Man, he could be anywhere.

[sirens wailing]

Uh-oh!

[whirring]

♪ Sant-Oh ♪

♪ Sant-Oh ♪♪

Eh, we got you surrounded, Jawbreaker lawbreaker.

Oh, you have been spotted me.

Policeman 1: There's nowhere to run.

Yes, it is, I, Sant-Oh.

Bringer of the cheers!

Ah! What is going on here?

What happened? I am helpings people.

Ah!

Oh, what were you thinking?

Tip, they put me in a net.

I am not understandings this custom.

[sobbing]

- Buddy. - They put me in a net.

You can't break into people's houses.

It's against the law.

But I was just trying to break and enter.

Like Sant-Oh Clogs.

You should have heard the screams of joy.

Like, "Aah! Who is that?"

- "Call the police!" - Aww!

Those are screams of fear, buddy.

I know you meant well.

I just don't think everyone else knew

what you were trying to do.

[gasps] Wait just a par sec!

That is being excellent with ideas, Tip.

Perhaps, if we show everyone how to use these

they will understand that I mean well.

Pfft, how're you gonna show them now

when you're in jail?

I think I am having a plan. Come on, Tip.

Alright, Oh!

[screaming]

I am making a break for it.

Please be pursuing me.

You heard him. He's makin' a break for it.

Commence pursuing him.

Hey, hey, there's the Boov.

- Get him! - Get him!

Tell us what you're seeing down there, Stu.

Thanks, Chicken, we're live at the scene,

where mobs of people are chasing the Boov bandit.

Would you say he's running from his problems?

Yes, I would, Chicken. This is a classic Boov move.

- Classic Boov. - "Claboov," as the kids say.

- Cloove. - Say B.

[engine whirring]

Man, it looks like it's pretty much

all of Chicago down there chasing us, Oh.

Then it is being time.

[instrumental music]

[grunts]

[tires screeching]

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

Whoa! Get me out of here!

[gasping]

- Ah! - Ah!

Hey, man, ca-- can you turns on the AC?

- Ah! - Ah! Sweet relief.

- Man: Oh-ho-ho! - Boy: Oh, wow!

- Aah! - Aah!

[instrumental music]

Merry cooling to all.

And to all a very cool night.

Chicken: Our crime-apocalypse has become a cool-mageddon.

What we first thought to be jawbreakers,

then mysterious mystery balls

actually turned out to be new technology from the Boov.

We're calling them "Amazeballs!"

Hey, I called them that first.

The amazeballs come from one mysterious Boov

who is trying to help in the heat of the moment.

We were all just caught

in the net of misunderstanding.

And as for our cool new city

all I can say is, "Classic Boov."

Well, you did it, Oh.

I mean Sant-Oh. [laughs]

Maybe you should start planning for next year.

Perhaps, you are right, Tip.

But then again,

maybe I will be leaving that to the big guy.

[instrumental music]

[laughs] What? I'm not that big!

[laughing]

Oh!

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

Aaah!

Aaah!

[grunting]

Oh, what are you doing?

Assuming the Boovian position of giving up.

For what now?

The white death is outside

and there is no escapings.

There is only giving up.

[instrumental music]

- No way! - Tip, no!

Do not be looking.

Snow day! Whoo!

I see you are as terrified

of the white death as I am.

And now you are putting on your protective gears.

But it will not be saving you.

We Boovs have seen alien planets

destroyed by the white death.

There's no danger out there, just snow.

So, quit being such a Boov about this.

Now get ready for the time of your scaredy-cat life.

- Oh, dang! - Aah!

[coughing]

That's my new fragrance youse currently choking on.

It's called Dang!

And it makes you hot!

[coughs]

I guess it don't work on you though.

Oh, this stuff burns my eyes.

Sharzod, your fragrance is sizzling my Boov bod.

Your Boov bod is already sizzlin'.

What is in this Dang?

Well, just my secret blend of oils and essences.

- How exciting. - A gallon of jalapeno salsa.

- Oh, I wanna go outside. - And one can of pepper spray.

I'm unveiling tonight at my fragrance party.

But do you not feel the coming ice-age?

Unh-unh, ain't no white death gonna stop me.

- Can we move this along? - Everybody's coming.

But, Oh, you get my personal invitation.

'Cause you're my special little gentleman.

Of course, we will come to your party.

Uh, give us a second.

Sharzod: Oh, no, you did not just close the door on me...

Oh, I don't wanna go to Sharzod's party.

Don't beings ridiculous.

Sharzod: Did I just hear you do not wanna come to my party?

We're gonna be too busy playing in the snow.

You've got to get us out of this.

Sharzod: I'm not gonna be tolerating

no subterfuge.

Ah, Sharzod, um, we will be too busy.

Busy?

Oh, you know I don't wanna be hearing no rejections.

Sharzod: You don't wanna see Sharzod cry.

See you at the party tonight! Dang!

Sharzod: I disappeared!

She can't ruin a snow day, right, Oh?

Come on, let's go, snow boy.

Whoo-hoo-hoo! Ha-ha! Whoo!

Tip, come ins from the outside.

Tip!

Come on, Oh.

Sharzod's been out here and she's fine.

- That is true, but-- - Oh, you beat the Gore.

You can do this.

Tip: Who's a big brave Boov?

That would be me.

That's right. Come on.

Come play in the snow.

There's nothing to worry about.

Unless you slip, don't do that.

[grunts]

Fluffy, yet also crunchy.

Hey, this is being not so bad... Aah!

[mooing]

[laughs]

Tip, what was that?

That was a snowball, silly.

I do not like your snowball.

Well, you better get used to it

'cause snow comes every year in Chicago.

[instrumental music]

♪ There's nothing else on Earth quite like this ♪

Wait! Don't!

♪ No way ♪

♪ Our winter wonder show ♪

I am not liking this.

♪ We wait and wait all year to play ♪

♪ Outside in the snow ♪

♪ Snow snow snow ♪

♪ We wait and wait all year ♪

♪ To play outside in the snow ♪

♪ Snow snow snow ♪♪

You okay?

Let us do that again.

Ah-ha!

Oh: No, no, no, no, no, no.

That, I still do not like.

[indistinct shouting]

What is that sound?

Oh, what the heck is happening?

[screaming]

[car horn blaring]

Attention, all Boov.

You are right to be panicking.

The white death is here.

And all hope is lost.

Kyle: We are evacuating this planet.

Just reach down with your right hand

and activate your bubbles of cowardice.

The bubbles of cowardice will fly you to Boovsland

for immediate boarding.

Uh..

Uh-oh! Aah!

[instrumental music]

Oh, the Boov are abandoning Earth.

I have a feeling that we must

show them the ways of Earth snow.

Come on, everybody, let's go, let's go!

Move 'em out.

Kyle: Everybody please stay calm

as we frantically leave forever.

- Stop! - Stop!

Oh, perfect, you're just in time

to escape this horrid dying planet.

Kyle, you guys totally need to

stop booving out right now.

- Oh, still leaving! - No!

Everybody stop! Do not fear the snow.

Are you crazy?

We've seen this stuff destroy planets.

I once felt the same way

but look at all the fun you are missing.

- Yay! Whoo! Ow, my eye. - Oh, that's horrible.

That eye is most definitely useless now.

Oh, wow! Oh, wow!

Behold, a snow recreation

of a winged human.

There is a human shaped like that?

- Aesthetically displeasing. - Hmm.

[gasps]

Oh, where are you going?

The Boov aren't gonna listen to me.

She is right, we find her voice very grating.

Man, these little sass mouths are start... Aah!

[laughing]

- Oh, that's.. - Oh, no.

That is a betrayal.

[laughing]

- Ah ha ha. - Sweet revenge.

[chuckles] You're toast.

[laughing] We will be seeing about that.

That looks like fun.

I've always wanted to have fun.

[Tip and Oh laughing]

[cheering]

This is so fun.

Bringings the pain.

[groaning]

Okay, that is enough the pain.

Yay!

[instrumental music]

I love snow!

- Snowball! - Ha ha ha!

[cheering]

I'm a little cold, but I like it.

[laughing] Oh, I think I feel my core temperature dropping.

Come, we'll have a snowball fight.

No, wait.

[grunting]

[laughing]

I got you guys so.. Uh-oh!

[gasps]

Tip, I froze every Boov.

Boovs are having a higher

freezing temperatures.

I should never have given up

on the Boovian position of giving up.

Oh, think, you're not frozen.

Oh, yeah, maybe because I am wearing a hat? Aah!

Well, it can't be that. What else could it be?

Sharzod: Why ain't nobody at my fragrance party?

Don't you all wanna be hot?

Secret oils and essences!

Jalapeno salsa!

One can of pepper spray!

[gasps] Sharzod made me hot!

Tip, we need Dang!

To un-freeze all of these Boov.

Oh, uh, I'm stuck.

Uh, okay, Tip,

you stay here and keep an eye on the Boovs.

And Oh will take Slushious to Sharzod's party.

This will protect your human skull.

- Whoo! - Huh!

Uh, huh, you guys seem cool.

Ha-ha, ooh!

[whirring]

Dang, dang.

Dang, dang.

Dang, dang.

[instrumental music]

Sharzod! Uh!

Sharzod! Sharzod!

Oh, my Boov boy, you came.

Sharzod, can I takes all of your fragrance

to unfreeze the Boov.

What? My fragrant?

You are asking to take all of my fragrant?

To save a bunch of Boovs

who didn't even come to my unveiling party

in the first place? Hmm, dang!

But, Sharzod, if we do not use your fragrance

the Boov will freeze to death.

No one will be around to attend your parties.

Do you see anyone here?

No one did attend my party.

Not even you, Oh.

[instrumental music]

Wait!

Oh: Maybe we stills can.

[beeping]

Oh, what're you doing?

[whirring]

[upbeat music]

[sobbing]

Ooh, right there, right there.

Ah-ha!

Hah! Ha-ha!

Whoo!

Oh, Sharzod!

Look who is here to sees you.

[gasps] You guys made it after all.

[laughs]

Now hurry up and makes them hot.

[whirring]

Let's get hot!

[instrumental music]

Embrace my scent!

Whoa! [laughing]

Ah! Dancing party!

Whoo! I am very flexible now.

Yeah! Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Yay!

Tip, I did it.

I am savings the Boov.

Yeah, now that's a party worthy of me.

[laughing]

- Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah.

I was gettin' kinda chilly back there

but now I'm kinda hot.

[Sharzod laughing]

Sharzod: No, you ain't.

Dang!

[instrumental music]

Eep: Since the first sunrise, there have been

two things you can always count on.

Family and change.

[rumbling]

And both can be pretty painful.

Hi, I'm Eep.

My family, the Croods,

went through a lot of changes surviving

what we called "The End."

But this isn't that story.

This is about "The Before,"

as in, before the end.

"The Before" was back when we lived in Ahh! Valley.

A neighborhood named after the last words of its founder.

Who forgot to check if anyone was already living there.

[roaring]

Aah!

Eep: Life was good.

I was learning how to hunt prey and friends.

My mom had taken a break from gathering

to stay home with my little sister, Sandy.

[screams]

[laughs]

My brother, Thunk, was... Thunk.

And my dad was the best bonker in the hunting pack.

Working hard to put food on the floor.

All he asked was that everything

stay exactly like it was,

and that's exactly

when everything changed.

[snoring]

[instrumental music]

[screaming]

Mom, Sandy's eating my face again!

Well, did you sleep with your stomach showing, Thunk?

You know she likes easy prey.

Remember what I taught you.

- When an animal locks its jaw-- - Tickle its closest paw.

[laughing]

Well done, Eep, and who's daddy's little predator?

[chuckles]

[laughing]

Hey, Eep. No training today.

Teacher got eaten by his lesson.

We're all going to the watering hole.

Come hang out with us.

[gasps] Can I go to the watering hole?

Uh, I-- I don't know.

But, dad, this is the first time

I've been invited inside the predator defense circle.

Oh, the in crowd?

She would be safer with them, Grug.

Bye, in crowd. Thanks for letting me hang.

Okay, okay, you can go, but don't have too much fun, and...

Eep: Don't drown. Don't splash water spiders.

Don't taunt the wind.

That's my girl, remembering all her don'ts.

[woman screams]

Grug. My mother!

Hi, family that I love! And Groan.

It's Grug!

♪ Bub bub bub bu-dub ♪

♪ Bub bub bub bub bu-dub ♪

♪ Bu-dub bub ♪♪

Hold on, mom!

Or give in. Up to you.

[grunts]

Gran? Excuse me, outcasts.

[instrumental music]

[growls]

The cold season will return.

Gather food while there's still time.

We're wasting our breath, brother.

This town thinks we're crazy.

Maybe now, brother, but when the valley freezes

and food goes scarce, what'll they think then?

Why, nothing, brother. They'll be dead.

I stand corrected, brother. I stand corrected.

[growls]

[panting]

[grunts]

It'll be nice to have this valley to ourselves, brother.

Indeed, brother.

[grunts]

[laughs] Getting slow in your old age.

- Maybe try usin' my cane, Glop. - It's Grug!

Oh, right. Glop was Ugga's handsome boyfriend.

[sighs]

Croods, family tree formation!

[grunts]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[music continues]

[all screaming]

Come on, we're almost home, brother.

Gah! My back!

I have to rest, brother, or I'll drop this egg.

I sure hope your back's feeling better, brother.

[screaming]

[groans]

[Sandy giggling]

Did you see that, Bulk?

Yeah, Sulk, but I wish I hadn't.

- Ew! - Huh!

[laughs]

What a super funny stunt

that I totally did on purpose, right?

Let's go to the watering hole.

Yeah, maybe when you don't

smell like eggs, you're out.

Out of the in crowd?

But I only just got in the in crowd.

Please stop! You're only making it worse!

Outcasts, we're leaving!

[whimpers]

[sighs]

You-- you are going to eat your egg? [yelps]

Ugga! Oh, did you wash your hair again?

With your face shape, it looks better with a layer of dirt.

[chuckles] Thanks, but we need to talk about you, mom.

This is the third bear owl to grab you this week.

Eh, they got good taste in women.

- Aah! - No.

They have a taste for weak prey.

I think you should move in with us.

[laughs]

Uh, hold on, honey, shouldn't we send Gran

to a place more suited for someone of her... advanced age?

Like, I don't know, uh, Old People Island.

[squawks]

Have fun. You'll be missed.

We're not sending her to a place like that.

We're the only family she's got.

- Hah! Pass. - You're coming with me.

Wow! You really are easy to drag off.

Don't worry, Gran, we-- we'll feed you and clean you,

like an animal we catch but never eat, it'll be fun.

[instrumental music]

Eh, alright, let's go.

The sooner we get to your cave,

the sooner I can start marking my territory.

Ow!

[music continues]

[growling]

[whimpers] Quit it, Sandy.

I'm not that tasty or am I?

[slurping]

Okay, got my lunch, uh, but anybody seen my hunting rock?

I think I see it. Big and hard and lumpy?

It's right on top of your neck.

[grunts]

- That's my seat. - This butt says it's mine.

[grunts]

You know what? That's okay.

I've got to get to the hunt, anyway.

About that, now that we have another mouth to feed...

Huh?

How much more food could you bring home from the hunt today?

- Uh, none. - Says the lazy lump.

Go take a bait shift!

Ha! Good idea, mom. Problem solved.

[instrumental music]

Ugga, no.

Alright, let me explain how hunting works.

Grug: You have bait and you have bonkers.

Bait lures the food.

Oh, no! I'm weak and helpless!

[buzzing]

Guess I'll just rub these berries

on myself while I wait to die.

[buzzing]

[screams]

Grug: Bonkers bonk the food.

And sometimes the bait.

Good hustle, guys.

Grug: Every hunter starts out as bait

and yes, bait takes home more food.

Oh, no, I am weak and delicious.

[yelps]

Grug: But keep in mind that...

and I can't stress this enough, honey.

Oh, no, I'm weak and...

Aw, just eat me.

Grug: You also have to be bait.

So, when I became a bonker,

a good bonker, mind you, some would say the best bonker,

I promised myself that I would never be bait again.

And I promised myself I would never

share a cave with my mom again,

but we all need to make sacrifices now that she's here.

Like, I need to gather more food,

and Eep has to watch Sandy and Thunk.

- Wait, what? - Hang out with Eep? Alright!

[giggling]

Can't you hire the babysitter?

[sighs] She's sitting for the Clops.

[grunts]

But, mom, the watering hole.

I need to get back in with the in crowd.

You can still go, just bring your brother and sister.

And me. This cave is already crampin' my style.

No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Mom, if you were the in crowd, would you let that in?

[muffled] Ta-da! Told you I could do it

- Ah. - Ooh, yeah.

That's gonna be rough.

Good luck!

[instrumental music]

Send out the bait!

Good yelling, brother, but next time

have a little fun with it, like...

♪ Send out the bait ♪♪

Be serious, brother, send out the bait,

or your kids will starve and your mothers will cry...

♪ Send out the bait and hop on one foot ♪

♪ Send out the bait and rub your tummy ♪♪

Eat me! I'm weak but delicious!

[screams]

Oh, Munk, buddy, I don't know

how I'm gonna survive living with Gran.

Hey, well, you know, she's old, right?

- She can't live forever. - Oh, she might.

Gran is a force of nature, she always eats

like it's her last meal, but it never is.

She always has a bone to pick, but never shares it.

She, uh, never replaces the wiping leaf.

And now, thanks to her, I'm bait,

and I hate being bait. [screams]

Oh, that's too bad. You are good bait.

Ow! Hey, aim for the prey!

[groans]

Nice work, sweetie!

Catch three more and we'll have dinner!

Ooh, there are a lot of these.

Anyone know if they're deadly?

We need a taster on shrub four!

[chomping]

We're gonna need a new taster.

[instrumental music]

Look, guys, I'm going to see if I can get us in,

but you've got to be cool.

- Done. - So, don't shout.

Eep: Don't burp, don't eat stuff you find in your ears,

don't make music with your butt.

Excuse me.

You know what? Just do nothing.

Hi, in crowd. Can you open up?

[groans]

Are they with you?

What?

Gran: Who's up for a skin swim?

[gasping]

It's like she's got enough flesh for two people.

And why is it so scaly?

Wait, where's Sandy?

Ow! Something bit my butt.

[screaming]

[grunting]

[sighs]

[snarling]

[chuckling]

Sorry, just a little slip-up,

but I promise if you let us in,

they won't be embarrassing... Anymore.

They'll just stand off to the side and do nothing!

You can come in, but they can't.

That's just how it is. I don't make the rules.

Yeah, we do!

Oh, yeah. We do. [chuckling]

Fine, we'll go make our own fun.

What do you kids wanna do first?

Go ramu tipping or moon the sun?

- Let's moon the sun! - Yay!

Eep, you in or you out?

I'm out.

[gasping]

[instrumental music]

[vocalizing]

Stop singing!

Sorry.

Thunk: Is this safe, Gran?

Dad says, "When in doubt, don't, just, just don't."

[scoffs] Your dad doesn't know fun.

I do. Literally.

I knew the caveman who invented fun.

Really? Where is he now?

Oh, he's dead. Now cue the mask!

[screaming]

[mooing]

Stampede surfin'.

Thunk: Whoa!

Great baiting today, Grug. You're a natural.

[Grug groans]

Mighty fine baiting, Grug.

Way to make yourself look so weak and pathetic.

Really sold the whole 'giving up on life' thing.

Yup. You are definitely our bait from here on out, Grug.

You know until you... [groans]

Today, I was bumped, bitten,

bruised, battered and bashed.

And I rather go through all of that again

then go home to Gran.

Be grateful for the family you have, Grug.

Remember, I lost mine.

Still no idea where you left him, huh, hmm?

We really should search more.

[chuckles] Yeah, and lose myself too? No, thank you.

Uh, if Gran just had somewhere else to go,

but we're the only family she's got...

Not like I can find her a new family.

[children screaming]

Whoo! Ha-ha!

Look, what Gran taught us!

[Thunk laughing]

Gran: Nice belt, Grunk.

Does it come in cavemens? [laughing]

Know what? I think I will try finding you a new family.

- Anyone need a grandma? - I do.

Bye, Grug. My new grandma.

Go ahead. You think I like livin' with you, Grunk?

It's Grug! Uff.

Wait, you don't wanna live with us?

No, you're loud, you're obnoxious

and you always tell me what to do.

No, no. Those are my complaints about you.

I had it good.

Sure all kinds of critters tried to eat me,

but none of then ever called me "Embarrassing."

The only one who wants me livin' with you is...

- Ugga. - Ugga.

So, we need to convince her

that I can still take care of myself.

It's pretty hard to do when every time you come to visit

it's in the mouth of another bear owl.

[gasps] You big, dumb, idiot. You're a genius, Grug.

It's Grug! Oh, you said it right that time.

[instrumental music]

Yeah.

Alright.

Hangin' with the in crowd.

Ha-ha, you know, I've always wondered

what you guys do in here.

You're lookin' at it.

Ha-ha, yeah.

And you do it really well,

uh, but, well, what do you do for fun?

I mean, I bet it's awesome, like...

[gasping] What if we jump off cliffs?

No way! What if we fell wrong?

We'd look stupid!

Okay, uh...

Look, Eep, now that you're in the in crowd

you can't do anything that might make you look uncool

or trying too hard, or trying at all.

So, that means we do nothing?

She gets it.

[instrumental music]

[gasps]

[chuckles]

[grunting]

Hey, guys, need a hand?

- Sandy, do you hear something? - Unh-unh.

Look, about earlier, I-- I said some things

you said some things.

Sounds like Eep, but she'd never be here

because we embarrass her.

Yeah, but it turns out

that embarrassing is a whole lot more fun.

Huh, so what are we doing here?

So, we just roll down?

This is getting faster.

Oh! [laughing]

[all screaming]

[Gran chuckling]

This is your plan?

Who's even gonna wear this? Huh?

[thud]

[laughing]

Looks like you kids are havin' fun.

Who wants to have more fun?

I do, if I don't embarrass you too much.

Oh, all family's embarrassing,

but we'll always be together.

Now help me trick your mom, so I can live on my own.

[instrumental music]

Ugga, I'm home.

Oh, no, bear owl!

I hate saying this, but help me!

[gasping]

[growling]

- Grug. - Huh.

[grunting]

Get away from that big dumb animal,

you even bigger, unh, animal!

Hiya!

Ha! Look at me takin' care of myself and then some.

[grunting]

So, we're pretending?

Okay.

Ugga: More family fun.

Who should I be?

- Grug: Bear owl! Bear owl! - Gran: Bear owl! Bear owl!

Well, how about I pretend to be a hunter instead?

Let go of my handsome hubby, you beast.

Mom! Bear owl!

Okay, fine, I'll pretend to be a...

[snarling]

Bear owl!

- Ugga! - Ugga!

- Mom! - Mom!

[snarling]

[Ugga grunts]

Grug: Tickle, tickle, tickle.

[groans]

So, not ticklish, huh?

Bet you don't remember me, do ya?

Oh, you do?

Well, if you want to eat this big brave idiot,

you got to eat through my tough old hide first!

[snarling]

And if you wanna eat her, you have to eat me.

[grunts]

You wanna get one Crood, you gotta eat all the Croods!

Um, I appreciate all the love,

but how about it eats none of us?

[screaming]

[all screaming]

[gasping]

[panting]

Croods, family tree formation.

[grunts]

[grunting]

That includes you, Gran.

[Gran grunts]

Oh. [chuckles]

I get the plan.

[screaming]

[gasping]

[Bear owl screams]

[screaming continues]

[laughing]

[cheering]

Would you look at that, brother?

Ain't that something, brother?

- I blame you, brother. - I blame you, brother.

Whoa! That was really cool.

I know, uh, I mean, they look stupid,

but also awesome.

So, is doing stuff cool now?

Should we start doing stuff? Tell me, Sulk?

I need to sit down!

The in crowd doesn't know what's cool anymore!

This system has failed us!

[crying]

[panting]

Guess that's it for the in crowd.

Hmph. Good thing I'm running with a much cooler crowd now.

- Oh, yeah. Who? - Our family.

We are the cooler crowd.

[gasping] We are?

Woo-hoo!

Normally, I say, "Don't" to anything new,"

but just this once I'll say "Do."

Do move into our cave.

But only I sit on my slab.

I promise nothing, Glop.

Wow, you two agree on something?

Yes. We both love you.

Aww!

But we still disagree on everything else.

Oh, yeah. Big time.

Eep: Yes, life is changing for the Croods,

but it's all workin' out.

Well, almost.

[instrumental music]

♪ Ooh oh ooh-oh ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Ooh oh ooh-oh ♪

♪ Whoo ♪♪