♪ 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 ♪♪
♪
‐ Huh? Well, well, what have we here?
"To: Lownote Jones."
[ chuckles ]
Well played, envelope, consider Lownote Jones intrigued.
POPPY: Lownote, wait! Lownote!
That's an invitation for Guy Diamond's birthday party,
and he always makes a huge deal out of his birthday!
That is the most mind‐blowing invitation you will ever open!
‐ Really?
♪
[ squeals ]
Hmm...
"Please come to my party! Guy."
Hmm, it seems what you Pop Trolls would call overwhelming,
we Funk Trolls would call downright customary.
[ chuckles ]
What a delicious cultural exchange!
[ gasp ]
‐ Huh?
♪
[ gasp ]
‐ Well now, Lownote Jones stands corrected!
[ chuckles ]
GUY'S VOICE: Once a year,
on a very special night,
Guy Diamond becomes the one thing he's always aspired to be...
the undisputed center of attention!
So sit back and relax, as we present your invitation to...
The Eyes on Guy Gala!
♪ You're an eyes on guy ♪
♪ Gala invitee ♪
♪
♪ Come one, come all From near and far ♪
♪ To the party of the century ♪
♪ You'll gather round and take a seat And feast your eyes on me ♪
♪ On this day I'll shine brighter than ever ♪
♪ Don't fret sunglasses are supplied ♪
♪ You'll all say I'm stylish Gorgeous, kind and clever ♪
♪ That I am your all ‐time favorite guy ♪
♪ Submit your eyes on Guy ♪
♪ Eyes on Guy Eyes on Guy ♪
♪ Gala RSVP ♪♪
♪
‐ See what I mean by a huge deal? ‐ Indeed, I do.
And I am very, very concerned about it.
‐ Concerned? Why?
‐ Because Guy Diamond will never be the center of attention
at his birthday...
I will.
You see, Lownote Jones has a certain reputation.
He's known for being...
Oh, how do I say it?
‐ The World's Coolest Troll?
‐ Well, if only I had a gold star, I'd give you one.
Oh, wait, I do.
[ gasps ]
‐ Achievement.
‐ Make no mistake, most times, I love being a cool Troll.
It just seems to brighten everyone's day. Observe.
Hey there.
‐ Who, me?
‐ I just had to stop you and let you know:
you have a smile that lights up the world.
[ gasps ]
‐ Oh, my guh!
‐ But every now and then, my cool persona presents a conundrum.
'Cuz no matter how hard he tries to fight it,
Ol' Lownote Jones tends to steal the spotlight...
‐ And so today, on our wedding day, before all these witnesses,
I wanna confess with my whole heart...
How cool it is to have Lownote Jones here!
‐ Huh?
[ gasp ]
[ cheering ]
‐ C'mon, Lownote, it's time for our first dance!
Ooh!
[ Bride humming ]
[ grunts ]
‐ Oh, I see the problem...
If you go to the party,
you'll take the focus away from Guy Diamond.
‐ Uh! You got that right, baby.
I just wish there was a way to tone down my cool...
just for one night.
BRANCH: Maybe I can help.
♪
When it comes to being uncool, uh, I'm kind of an expert.
Whoa!
Hmm.
Y'see, Lownote, I'm known for being a bit socially awkward.
In fact, I once told a story so dull,
it started the Great Contagious Yawn of the year XI A. B.
‐ He means After Bunker. This happened last week.
‐ So, after a lot of thought, I finally decided.
The spoon is definitely my fourth favorite utensil.
[ yawning ]
But listen:
To be uncool, we'll need to downplay your entire vibe,
I'm talking a total make over, uh, make under.
‐ Anything.
I'll do whatever it takes
to make sure Guy gets the birthday of his dreams.
‐ Okay then, for starters,
we've gotta do something about the suave cadence
of your voice.
‐ What suave cadence of my voice?
‐ That. Right there. Y‐you hear how smooth that is?
‐ Hmm. Lownote Jones has no idea what you mean.
‐ There! You're doing it right now!
‐ Well, I suppose we'll just agree to disagree, baby.
‐ Ugh! Don't wink! Oh.
Okay, wow, wow!
Don't worry, we'll have you ready by party time.
[ Guy chuckling ]
‐ I love it!
Oh, I'm having a wonderful time! Oh, for me?
Thank you!
‐ Yeah, come wish happy birthday to my Daddy!
Give 'em some love!
[ honks ]
‐ Oh, my guh! Lownote Jones!
‐ Oh, my God. ‐ It's Lownote Jones!
‐ Oh, man, here they come. ‐ Hey, hey! It's all right.
You're just gonna play it real uncool, like we practiced.
‐ Right. Let's do this thing.
BRANCH: First, start by avoiding eye contact.
‐ So some weather we're having, am I right?
‐ Uh, what?
BRANCH: Then, nothing but eye contact.
‐ I said, some weather we're having, am I right!
[ chuckles nervously ]
BRANCH: Laugh way too loud at all the wrong times.
‐ So, my cuddle pup ran away‐‐
[ laughing loudly ]
Oh, my guh.
‐ Oh! Oh!
BRANCH: Your jokes should be long‐winded and impossible to follow...
‐ So then, the puffalo's brother, y'know, the one with the long horns,
not his step‐brother, the one with the really long horns,
He walks into the party and says...!
‐ Huh?
‐ Wait, I skipped one part, lemme start over.
‐ Ugh... ‐ So there's this puffalo, right?
[ yawns ]
‐ Lownote, that was incredible!
I mean, this entire thing is super weird, but you did it so well!
‐ Oh, I dunno.
‐ No, it's true, Lownote. You were dry, you were stiff.
At times...
[ Branch sobs ]
you were even off‐putting.
‐ Wow. Thank you, Branch. ‐ Yeah, just super weird.
[ yawning ]
‐ So tired...
[ yawns ]
‐ I might have to head home, ya'll.
[ yawning ]
‐ Oh, no, Lownote! Your boring joke, it started a...
‐ Contagious yawn.
[ yawns ]
[ yawn ]
[ gasps ]
[ yawn ]
[ gasps ]
♪
[ yawning ]
‐ What have I done, baby? What have I done?
[ yawning ]
Poppy! Branch!
No!
[ yawns ]
GUY: Okay, Guy‐dolizers!
[ electronic voice ] It's cake ti...
Huh?
[ crickets singing ]
My party! What happened to it?
LOWNOTE: It's my fault, Guy.
[ sighs ]
‐ Lownote? But how?
‐ It's hard to explain. But I guess you could say, I lost my cool.
So you see,
the problem was that I did everything Branch taught me too well.
And that contagious yawn caught on like a funky dance craze run wild...
but in a bad way.
‐ I see.
‐ I'm very sorry, Guy.
I really tried to be less cool, but the fact is, it's just not who I am.
♪
‐ No, it's not.
[ sighs ]
‐ And I would never want you to be anything other than who you are.
‐ Really? ‐ Of course.
When I invite Lownote Jones to my party, I want the real Lownote Jones,
whether I get to stand in the spotlight or not.
‐ But your party...
‐ And don't worry about the gala.
These bobble figurines will still be good party favors
next year.
[ sighs ]
‐ Not so fast. This party is far from over.
‐ What? The guests are gone. Reviving this party would be impossible.
‐ Not for the world's coolest Troll, baby.
[ yawn ]
‐ Whoa! ‐ So cool!
‐ Hello, have you heard the inside‐inside‐inside scoop?
Apparently, the gala is back on and better than ever.
But you didn't hear it from me.
[ chuckles ]
‐ What a story!
[ yawns ]
[ gasp ]
♪
‐ Say there, did I ever tell you about the time
I got stranded in the Anti‐Dimension
and had a groove‐off against Reverse Lownote Jones?
‐ Ooh!
‐ Well, just imagine a place, where everything was just like everything.
[ clears throat ]
Hey.
[ cheering ]
‐ Huh?
[ cheering ]
[ chuckles ]
‐ Party's back on, baby!
♪
‐ Oh!
Looks like we get to share the center of attention, Lownote.
Which is cool with me if it's cool with you.
[ chuckles ]
‐ Oh, it's cool, baby. Very, very cool.
♪
HOLLY: My turn, ya'll.
[ laughing ]
‐ Oh!
[ giggling ]
POPPY: And it's gonna be...
[ gasp ]
‐ Wha‐what is it, ya'll? Am I supposed to move to green or blue?
‐ There... there's no way to tell!
‐ No! Guys, if we can't decide, we're gonna have to leave this game...
unfinished.
[ scary scream ]
‐ You take that back. You take that back right now!
‐ Wait, if we don't finish, it'll be like this game was never played!
The fun was never had! Would we even be friends anymore?
I'm panickin' ya'll!
Wait. I know who to call.
[ whistles ]
[ gasp ]
‐ Ya'll whistled?
‐ Uh! Gust Tumbleweed! The Fun Sheriff's here!
‐ A Fun Sheriff?
‐ A Troll of justice,
appointed to settle all matters game related.
‐ Oh! ‐ Wow!
GUST: Now...
it's about time this spinner and I...
had a reckoning.
[ hawk screeching ]
♪
Hmm...
It's green! Hee‐ah!
[ cheering ]
POPPY: And so, Gust Tumbleweed,
having witnessed your skills in action, we, the Tribal Council,
appoint you Fun Sheriff of all TrollsTopia.
[ cheering ]
‐ Well, it's a true honor.
But TrollsTopia, that's a big place. I reckon' I could use a deputy.
‐ I'll do it! I'll be a fun deputy!
‐ Smidge? You wanna be Gust's partner?
‐ Oh, my guh, yes! It's been my dream job my entire life!
Well actually I just heard of it two seconds ago.
It's been my dream job my entire last two seconds ago!
‐ Actually, Gust, Smidge would make a great Fun Deputy.
She's tough, but fair
and she's really good at keeping Trolls in line.
‐ You two! That's a beautiful display of friendship!
Keep it up!
So?
[ chuckling ]
‐ Whoo!
I admire your gusto, Smidge. I'd love to work with you.
‐ Yes!
Pin a badge on me and let's fun up these streets!
‐ Whoa there!
[ chuckles ]
I can't just hand over a badge.
First, you gotta take a few months, to study this.
‐ Oh, my guh!
Huh? "A Fun Deputy's Guide Book"?
"Chapter ten, Witness Interrogation: Finding out what Simon actually said."
Oh, c'mon, Gust, I don't need months, I know all this stuff now!
‐ Eh, you'd be surprised.
Fun sheriffing ain't all bingos and passing goes.
I want you to be prepared.
‐ Oh, I am!
Look, just let me ride along with you, just once. I'll prove it!
[ chuckling ]
‐ There's that gusto again.
All right, you got yourself a deal.
‐ Yes! Let's roll!
[ chuckling ]
‐ There's that gusto again.
‐ One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Missi‐‐
SMIDGE: Whoa, whoa, whoa! ‐ Huh?
I'm clocking those Mississippi's at a half second each.
Where's the fire?
‐ I‐I was just, um...
‐ You were just, um,
not giving your opponents enough time to hide is what you were doing.
Let's slow it down.
‐ Okay! Thanks, Smidge!
One Mississippi, two...
‐ Come on, guys. I'm fine!
‐ Sorry, wouldn't be doing our job if we let you go in this condition.
‐ Oh!
♪
‐ He's dizzy enough, now!
[ cheering ]
Nice work, Smidge.
‐ I'm just gettin' warmed up.
♪ There's a new sheriff in town And she got all the skills ♪
♪ Knows all the rules and is cool And is keeping the drills ♪
♪ So if you wanna have fun And lose control ♪
♪ Don't worry Smidgey's got your back! ♪
♪ If you having fun then Fun then, fun then ♪
♪ Smidgey gonna come around I'll come around y'all ♪
♪ 'Cuz Smidgey gonna fun this Fun this, fun this ♪
♪ Smidgey gonna fun this town ♪♪
‐ So, how'd it go? Tell me everything!
‐ Smidge was a natural out there, Ms. Poppy.
And I think it's time she had somethin', somethin' long overdue.
[ gasps ]
♪
‐ Hmm? ‐ Volume two.
‐ Another me‐sized book?
But what about my badge? You just said I'm a natural!
‐ You are!
But you've got more to learn before you're ready to be a deputy.
Take that chess game that was in the song earlier...
In finding the missing piece, you almost stepped on another game.
[ gasp ]
♪
Just think, if'n your foot'd scattered them pieces,
they woulda had to call that game of chess...
unfinished.
[ hawk screech ]
‐ Ah! ‐ I think I'm gonna be sick.
[ chimes ]
‐ Chapter 59,
"Always be aware of your surroundings." It's all in here.
‐ But I did so well.
Gust, I'm telling you, I'd be a great deputy!
‐ I agree!
Once you've taken your time and learned the material.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go check on Ms. Poppy.
‐ Aww... Hmm!
DANTE: Fun Sheriff! ‐ Huh?
‐ I need the Fun Sheriff! It's an emergency!
‐ Well, sorry, Dante, Gust isn't here.
‐ But my game night is in jeopardy!
I require an officer of Fun Law immediately!
[ sighs heavily ]
‐ Hmm...
‐ Uh!
[ grunts ]
♪
Deputy Smidge, at your service!
‐ Huzzah!
‐ Step aside, step aside, Fun Deputy comin' through.
[ gasp ]
‐ Okay, something that everyone loves. Comes out of Cooper...
‐ Cupcakes! ‐ Correct.
This is also something that everyone loves.
It comes out of Guy...
‐ Oh, oh! Glitter! ‐ You got it!
‐ Oh, my guh, they look exhausted.
Well, how long have they been going like this?
‐ It's impossible to say.
The rules require them to keep going until their time is up, but...
the sand timer has become clogged!
♪
‐ Please, Smidge, you gotta fix it! They can't keep this up much longer!
‐ In the sky, colorful...
bringing joy to everyone...
‐ Rainbows!
[ sighs ]
[ gasp ]
‐ Everyone stay calm. I'm a Fun Deputy.
I'm just going to give the timer...
a flick.
[ grunts ]
‐ Smidge, are you quite sure?
If you flick too gently, the clog will not budge.
But flick too hard, and the entire timer might shatter.
‐ I know.
♪
TROLL: No, no, no, no.
♪
[ cheering ]
‐ I did it!
Fun justice is served!
Oh, my guh!
‐ The timer!
SMIDGE: Oh, my guh!
No! No, no, no!
‐ Let it go, Smidge.
We're just gonna have to declare this game...
unfinished.
[ scary scream ]
‐ No! I can still fix it! It's just like a jigsaw puzzle, see.
You just start with the edges, fit some of the pieces like this...
replace the sand and...
good as new!
Oh, my guh, no.
It's not good as new.
Now, no one can play at all.
‐ Aw...
‐ I'm sorry, everyone.
But the truth is, I'm not really a Fun Deputy.
You need Gust Tumbleweed.
GUST: Then it's a good thing he's right here!
‐ Huh?
‐ And I say this game ain't over yet!
‐ Yeah!
[ cheer ]
‐ Hmm. 30 second timer...
16 gauge grain...
Hourglass with fluted base.
Hee‐ah!
This oughta do the trick.
[ cheering ]
[ yawn ]
♪
‐ It's okay, boys! You're gonna be alright.
[ sigh ]
‐ Gust, the timer...
But how did you know you were gonna need it?
‐ A good Fun Sheriff is ready for any scenario.
It's all right here.
Chapter 107, "Never bring a spinner to a dice fight."
‐ I'm so sorry I didn't listen, Gust. Clearly there is a lot that I don't know.
And I understand if you don't want me to be your deputy anymore.
‐ Darn right, there's a lot you don't know.
[ sighs ]
But of course I still want you to be my deputy!
‐ Really?
‐ Listen, Smidge, study that scrapbook,
it'll teach you all about clubs, diamonds and spades.
But what it can't teach you is heart.
And, kid, you've got that in spades.
‐ Gust! There you are!
There's a big problem with our game of Red Rover.
Got a fella who won't come over!
‐ What do you say, Smidge? Care to ride along?
‐ Actually...
think you can handle this one on your own, Gust?
I've got some reading to do.
[ chuckling ]
‐ There's that gusto again!
Hee‐ah!
[ hawk screeches ]
♪
♪ On this day I'll shine brighter than ever ♪
♪ Don't fret sunglasses are supplied ♪
♪ You'll all say I'm stylish Gorgeous, kind and clever ♪
♪ That I am Your all‐time favorite guy ♪
♪ Submit your eyes on Guy ♪
♪ Eyes on Guy Eyes on Guy ♪
♪ Gala RSVP ♪♪