♪ 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 ♪♪
♪
‐ Okay, for my glitter‐ball team, my third first pick will be...
Dante!
[ cheer ]
[ Dante chuckles ]
‐ And my fourth first pick will be...
the mysterious figure in the shadows.
‐ Huh?
♪
[ gasp ]
‐ Chaz? The Smooth Jazz Troll?
‐ The one and only.
♪
Jazzed to see you all again.
‐ Uh, a Smooth Jazz Troll? Can someone tell me what's going on?
‐ Oh! I call recap‐sies!
[ groan ]
Chaz the Smooth Jazz Troll is the bounty hunter
who hypnotized Branch, Poppy and me with his magical saxophone,
only to be fended off by our companion, Hickory,
who was actually two yodeling bounty hunters
in a Country Western disguise.
And then we all made up and partied together in Volcano Rock City.
All clear now?
‐ Crystal.
‐ So great to see you again, Chaz. What brings you to TrollsTopia?
‐ Oh, nothing really. Just a bit of utter loneliness.
‐ Aww.
‐ Allow me to jazz‐splain.
You see, I am the only Smooth Jazz Troll there is.
With no place to call my home.
‐ Aww.
‐ But then I heard of a glorious new city where every Troll finds a place.
And its name was TrollsTopia.
‐ Well, that's exactly the kind of place TrollsTopia is!
Welcome, Chaz!
‐ Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Look, guys, as a Hard Rock Troll, I naturally question things, okay?
Rules, convention and especially saxophone‐wielding strangers
with an eerie amount of chest hair.
♪
‐ Ooh, yeah.
‐ You can't just welcome him in. He tried to hypnotize you.
‐ Yeah, but just the one time.
♪
‐ Besides, Val, we should strive to welcome everyone,
regardless of their past.
I mean, Queen Barb tried to steal all the tribes' music
and now she's like my bestie times infinity plus one, so...
Hmm?
‐ Yeah, that's true.
But no.
‐ Uh!
‐ I'm watching you, jazz boy.
[ grunts ]
[ chuckle nervously ]
‐ Okay, I'm just gonna say it, I am not cool with the jazz.
It is so boring!
‐ Keith!
‐ No offense taken, Queen Poppy.
It's widely known that Smooth Jazz has no effect on children.
To them, it's as boring as shopping with their mom and dad
for pants.
‐ Pants‐shopping? Ah!
[ chuckle nervously ]
‐ Where were we? Oh, yeah, welcome, Chaz.
[ cheer ]
‐ At last, a home.
Now, which way to the Smooth Jazz Neighborhood?
‐ The what?
‐ You know, the famous TrollsTopia neighborhoods
that reflect each Troll's unique culture?
‐ Oh, right, the Smooth Jazz Neighborhood, yeah.
We don't have a Smooth Jazz Neighborhood.
‐ Oh.
‐ I'm so sorry, we just didn't think‐‐ ‐ No, it's my fault, Poppy.
I should've known the dream of TrollsTopia was too good to be true.
Maybe I can make this area the Jazz neighborhood.
This can be my bed.
♪
[ grunting ]
At last a home.
[ gasp ]
‐ Okay, guys, we have to help Chaz. And I know just what to do.
A little father, a little farther.
Listen, Chaz, it breaks our hearts that you don't feel like you belong,
so we've been working on a solution.
The Smooth Jazz Grotto!
‐ Oh! ‐ Want a tour?
‐ Welcome to your new home.
CHAZ: Oh, oh, oh!
‐ First, to set the mood for the ultimate Smooth Jazz locale,
one must have a roaring fire...
on every wall!
‐ Oh! Fan‐jazz‐tic.
‐ And a deep shag rug to lie on while you play sax,
the deepest shag we could find!
Ah!
I'm okay!
‐ Oh!
‐ And, here we have a personal hair salon
to keep those luscious locks of yours a‐flowin'!
‐ Yes!
I never thought I could achieve such chest volume!
‐ Uh, sugar, we actually thought you'd use it on your‐‐
‐ Now, the conditioner.
[ chuckles ]
‐ Ugh!
Never mind.
Ugh...
‐ Well, friends, you've shown me that the dream of TrollsTopia is real.
Every Troll, even the one that is me, has a place here.
‐ Aww.
‐ Now, out of gratitude for all of this, there's a priceless gift I'd like to give.
‐ Oh.
‐ To your ears.
♪
‐ Ow.
‐ Not fooling me, jazz boy.
BIGGIE: Chaz! It's Biggie!
Mr. Dinkles and I brought you some housewarming fondue!
Ah!
Sorry! I tripped over your suitcase, but I'll clean it up!
♪
Uh, I found what appears to be your evil plans
for turning all of TrollsTopia into something called JazzTopia.
Which I know I shouldn't be shouting out, but I can't seem to stop!
K, I'm going to run for my life now! Bye.
Uff!
[ roaring ]
Ah! Ah! Ah!
[ Biggie screams ]
‐ Sorry, but I can't let you go,
not until you and every single Troll in JazzTopia
is under the smooth control of sweet Lady Jazz.
♪
‐ Uh, what is happening here?
♪
‐ Mm‐hm.
[ grunts ]
‐ And now the conditioner.
‐ Jazz boy!
[ Poppy hums ]
Poppy! You gotta see this. Wait, what's that?
‐ It's a grotto‐warming gift for Chaz.
‐ What? Poppy, forget that! Chaz is hypnotizing the entire village!
‐ Jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz.
POPPY: Oh.
Well, gee, Val, based on what you're saying,
we've gotta find Chaz right now.
So he can explain that this is all just a big misunderstanding!
‐ What? No! Poppy, he's evil!
‐ Ugh! Chaz, would you please tell Val you don't have a secret plan
to turn us into Smooth Jazz Trolls?
‐ Of course! Except that's exactly what I'm doing.
‐ See! Wait, what?
‐ I knew it!
[ screams ]
♪ You can't resist it ♪
♪
♪ So don't you try ♪
♪
♪ The velvet smooth infectious groove ♪
♪ Playing all through the night ♪
♪ A swinging beat It moves your feet ♪
♪ You can't be mad ♪
♪ The luscious tones invade your bones ♪
♪ You can't stop jazz Wow ♪♪
‐ Finally, the only Troll that suspected me. And you...
[ chuckles ]
You never saw it coming.
KEITH: Oh, yes, she did!
♪
[ screams ]
Sorry, Mr. Snooze Jazz, but Poppy smuggled me in here, for this!
Ah!
[ chuckles ]
[ Keith screaming ]
[ chuckles ]
[ gasps ]
‐ Jazz has no effect on children. Give that back!
[ Jazz Tiger roaring ]
‐ Rawr!
[ raspberries ]
‐ Ah!
Ah! Ah!
‐ Now, jazz it over, kid.
‐ Uh, uh...
[ chuckles ]
‐ No!
Phew.
[ scream ]
No! The hypnotism!
‐ Huh?
‐ Mew.
‐ Huh?
Ugh...
[ screams ]
‐ Oh, you may have bested me this time, but I'll be back!
You cannot stop the power of Smooth Jazz!
[ Jazz Tiger roaring ]
‐ Rawr.
‐ Well, that was weird.
‐ Sorry, Val. I guess I shoulda been more suspicious from the start.
‐ Nah, I like that you think the best of every Troll.
Don't go losing that Poptimism just because of one bad cupcake.
Besides, it's cool being the skeptic in this friendship.
[ Smidge grunting ]
‐ Oh, my guh!
[ panting ]
Oh, hey, guys. What'd I miss?
♪
‐ Well, ya'll! Tomorrow the Metroll System opens across TrollsTopia!
[ cheer ]
‐ That's right!
And Branch recently pitched us an intriguing idea.
‐ It's a state‐of‐the‐art security system.
‐ Ooh!
‐ Wherein every Troll scans a photo ID badge as they board,
allowing us to track who's riding the train at all times.
♪
Thoughts?
‐ We love it, Branch!
But can you take out all the stuff about security,
scanning and tracking?
‐ What? But then it's nothing but a flimsy excuse to wear fun badges.
‐ Hooray! Whoo!
‐ Yeah! Alright!
So tomorrow, you'll all receive your own Photo Fun Badge!
♪
‐ And, of course, new Fun Badge means new photos,
so start practicin' them poses, ya'll, 'cuz tomorrow is Picture Day!
[ cheer ]
‐ No!
‐ Huh?
‐ Guh!
‐ Uh?
♪
Uh, Minuet, you okay?
You're, uh, going at that violin pretty hard.
‐ What?
[ chuckling ]
I have no idea what you mean.
Oh, who am I kidding? It's this infernal Picture Day! Guh!
‐ Wait. Picture Day is what's gotcha all worked up?
But why?
‐ Because, for my entire life,
I have never been able to take a good picture.
Ever!
[ chuckles ]
‐ Oh, c'mon, that can't be true. ‐ Yeah, Minuet, you're adorab‐‐
Ow!
POPPY AND HOLLY: Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
‐ You see, I am a first chair violinist, I speak 17 languages,
at age two, I could already do this!
‐ Ooh! ‐ Oh!
‐ I have mastered any skill I put my mind to,
but when it comes to posing for a picture, I am helpless!
[ sighs ]
‐ Aw, Minuet. Listen, who's to say whether a photo is good or bad?
But you are awesome either way, so who cares, right?
♪
‐ Hmm, yes, you're right, Poppy, who cares if I can't do this one thing.
This one simple thing,
so simple, in fact, that young children can do it,
but I can't! That's fine with me!
[ grunting ]
‐ I think we're gonna needs some help from an expert.
‐ So, Poppy tells me you've never taken a good picture.
Well, I have never taken a bad one.
As you'll see when you step inside my gallery.
Or as I call it...
my Guy‐llery.
POPPY, HOLLY AND MINUET: Ooh!
‐ How do you do it, Guy? Where did you acquire such talent?
[ chuckles ]
‐ Well, while it is true that I am very talented...
‐ Guy.
‐ Sorry, where was I?
Oh, right, I was saying that I never take a picture
without a little help.
In this one, a large fan gave my hair that windblown look.
‐ Ooh!
‐ And to get this shine, I had my glitter waxed for three days.
‐ Ah.
‐ O‐M‐B‐Flat‐Minor! What about that one?
[ gasp ]
♪
‐ Ah, yes. Actually, this one got the most help of all.
It was taken during a very special time when the light is absolutely ideal.
‐ Golden hour?
GUY: No, no.
Golden second.
[ gasp ]
‐ Oh, my. ‐ Yes, golden second.
A rare and fleeting moment when the cosmos aligns,
wraps you in its unknowable wonder and whispers...
"Say cheese."
‐ Oh!
‐ Of course, no one can predict when a golden second will happen.
‐ Even so, I had no idea
there were so many ways to improve the quality of a photograph.
Guy, will you help me on Picture Day?
‐ I would be honored to be your guide.
Or as I call it, your Guyde.
‐ Ready. And... ‐ Hold, please!
My crew needs time to make some adjustments!
‐ Your crew?
[ cheer ]
‐ All right, team! Let's work it!
♪ Pose on fire Fire ♪
♪ Looking fine Work ♪
♪ Confidence on lock Don't stop now ♪
♪ Go on, shine ♪
♪ We light it up We set the flash to strobe ♪
♪ And then I let it go ♪
♪ Go to the left to the right ♪
♪ Now pose ♪
♪ Shine like the star you know you are ♪
♪ I'm gonna find my pose ♪
♪ Work that camera So much glamour ♪
♪ Go to the left to the right ♪
♪ Now pose I'm gonna find my pose ♪♪
‐ Ah! Not one good picture?
It's useless!
No matter how much we add, I will never take a decent photograph!
Ugh!
♪
‐ Huh?
‐ What‐what's happening?
[ gasps ]
‐ Minuet, take your position. Golden second is upon us.
[ gasps ]
Hold.
[ whispers ] Say cheese.
[ gasp ]
We've got it.
[ Minuet gasps ]
‐ At last.
I've conquered the one skill I could never master.
I must take a closer look!
♪
Huh?
[ Guy gasps ]
[ gasps ]
Grab that picture!
[ screaming ]
[ Tiny grunts ]
‐ Never fear, winged Troll lady! Tiny Diamond's got that good photo!
Oh. Wow, no. Tiny Diamond did not!
‐ I got it! I got it! ‐ I got it! I got it!
‐ I got it! Uff!
‐ Still got it! Still got it!
Still got it! Still got it! Still got it! Still got it!
[ sighing ]
‐ There!
[ grunts ]
[ pants ]
[ screams ]
[ Train approaches ]
[ gasp ]
‐ Minuet!
‐ Back away! ‐ Get off the tracks!
[ grunting ]
‐ It's stuck!
[ screams ]
‐ Please, Minuet! It's not worth it!
You've gotta get outta the way of that train!
‐ Train?
Oh, my!
[ screams ]
What? What am I doing?
‐ Minuet, are you okay?
‐ Am I okay?
Am I okay!
Poppy, I nearly let myself be steam rolled by a locomotive,
all for a 4 X 3 glossy. Does that behavior sound okay to you?
‐ Uh, I mean, I guess not?
‐ Well, I certainly hope you "guess not." This madness needs to stop right now.
Here.
This one. This will be my train badge photo.
Let's be done with it.
‐ What? Just like that? ‐ Really?
‐ Yes. Because you know what?
I am a first chair violinist. I speak 17 languages.
And, I can do this!
♪
‐ Oh!
‐ As you said before, good photo or bad,
I am awesome either way.
‐ Well, hot dang! You go, girl!
‐ That said,
it won't be easy being the only Troll to ride the train with a bad photo.
♪
‐ You know, Minuet,
maybe riding the train won't be as hard as you think.
‐ A bit more. A bit more. There?
‐ Looks good to me. Minuet?
[ Minuet chuckles ]
‐ It's perfect.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Step forward.
‐ Thank you, friends. Now, group shot, everyone! Say cheese!
‐ Cheese!
♪
♪ You can't resist it ♪
♪
♪ The velvet smooth infectious groove ♪
♪ Playing all through the night ♪
♪ A swinging beat It moves your feet ♪
♪ You can't be mad ♪
♪ The luscious tones invade your bones ♪
♪ You can't stop jazz ♪♪