♪ 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 ♪♪
♪
‐ Are you ready to rock?
Yoow!
‐ No! We are not! Yoow!
‐ Why aren't you partying? Rock‐Troll‐ber Fest starts today!
‐ Uh, no, it doesn't.
Today's only the first of Troll‐tember?
‐ So. When is Rock‐Troll‐ber Fest?
‐ Um... Oc‐Troll‐ber?
‐ Ugh. Ugh!
Lousy calendars. You and your false promises.
I won't let you hurt me again.
DISGRUNTLE WEED: Ugh. The sun's too bright.
‐ What was that?
‐ My eyes hurt.
‐ Ugh. Perfect.
First, no Rock‐Troll‐ber Fest and now I gotta deal with this.
‐ I'm hungry.
‐ I'm tired.
‐ I don't wanna eat my broccoli.
‐ What?
[ Val panting ]
Does anyone know what the deal is with these infuriating bushes?
‐ Hey. Quit talkin' about us like we're not here!
‐ Yeah! Rude!
‐ Gah!
‐ Uh, oh, Val...
Looks like you've attracted some "Disgruntle Weeds."
We see 'em 'round Lonesome Flats from time to time.
A peculiar, ill‐tempered plant that is instinctively drawn to, well...
grumblin'.
So, Val, you been grumblin' today?
‐ What? No!
Everyone blames me for everything.
‐ Ugh. This is TrollsTopia?
Pfft, I've seen better Topias.
‐ Why's it so hot? It's Troll‐tember.
[ chuckle ]
‐ Okay, Holly, how do we handle these things?
Please say relentless positivity. Please say relentless positivity.
‐ Not this time, girl.
‐ Aw. ‐ Nope.
Our only option is to round 'em up
and take 'em to a place they can roam and grumble free,
Grumble Gulch.
[ whistle ]
‐ Am I to understand there's some Disgruntle Weeds that need drivin'?
‐ Indeed there are, Gust.
We got a long, grueling journey ahead of us.
‐ Long and grueling?
Val, you're not gonna let Holly do all that work by herself, are you?
‐ Of course not! She's got Gust.
[ sigh ]
‐ Aww, don't let Val get to you, Poppy. We're all used to it.
‐ Wait. Used to what?
‐ Oh, it's just that whenever you make a mess,
someone else has to clean it up.
‐ Wha‐‐? That's not true.
‐ Meh, it's fine, sugar. Like I said, we're all used to it.
Hyah!
‐ No! I... I don't like this.
I don't like my friends thinking of me that way. So...
I'm coming with you to show you that...
[ groan ]
I can clean up my own mess.
Wah... Whoa!
No! Stop!
Ah!
‐ Hyah! ‐ Hyah!
‐ Well, now I have to come!
Yeah! Road trip!
DISGRUNTLE WEED 1: It's so dusty!
DISGRUNTLE WEED 2: I can't move so fast!
DISGRUNTLE WEED 3: Where are we going?
DISGRUNTLE WEED 4: I don't wanna go this way, I wanna go that way!
‐ Ah... Ah... Ah!
‐ Oops, you got a stray, Val.
I best rope 'em back into the fold.
‐ No. I told you! I clean up my messes. Hyah!
‐ Pfft. You call that lasso'ing?
‐ Ugh!
Ah!
‐ Pfft. You call that lasso'ing?
‐ Ugh!
Ha!
‐ Oof! ‐ Yes!
Whoa‐‐! Argh!
‐ Pfft. You call that face planting?
[ thunder ]
‐ Come on! ‐ Come on! Come on!
‐ Uh!
‐ Ugh, it's gonna be so cold!
I hate the smell of wet weeds!
‐ I clean up my messes!
Ah!
[ screaming ]
DISGRUNTLE WEED: Oh, I hate this!
‐ Woah! ‐ Woah!
‐ Well, let's camp here for the night, y'all.
‐ So... much... dust.
‐ Hang in there, Val. We're almost to the Gulch.
‐ Really? ‐ Just two more days!
[ sobbing ]
[ snores ]
‐ Ugh...
[ snores ]
[ gasping ]
‐ Demo?
What are you doing here?
‐ Oh, man, thank goodness I found you...
Val, we double checked the calendar, and you were right,
Rock‐Troll‐ber Fest does start in Troll‐tember!
Everyone's confused and excited!
‐ Ha! I knew it!
‐ Yeah. Now, come on. The festivities have already started.
Here, you can paint your face on the way, let's go!
‐ Woo hoo... Woo hoo... Woo hoo...
‐ Wait. I can't leave. I'm trying to show these guys
I can bring the Disgruntleweeds to the Gulch.
‐ Seriously? But Rock‐Troll‐ber Fest' will be over by the time you do that.
‐ Hm...
Unless...
I bring the Gulch to the Disgruntleweeds!
Eh?
‐ Am I supposed to know what that means?
‐ Head back to the TrollsTopia and I'll meet you there soon.
Just be sure to leave that face paint.
‐ Got it.
Wait! Which way is Trolls‐‐ Gah!
‐ Woo hoo... Woo hoo... Woo hoo...
‐ Wake up! Wake up! I spotted something just over the next hill.
GUST: Huh?
‐ You're not going to believe it!
‐ I don't believe it. We're already here at the Gulch?
But I thought you said it'd take a couple more days.
‐ I did!
And while I've only been to Gulch but one time,
I don't remember there ever bein' a sign.
‐ Hmm... ‐ Hmm...
‐ Uh... you don't?
‐ Then again, signs don't lie!
‐ No, Gust, they surely do not!
‐ Phew.
‐ Now get on home, Disgruntle Weeds!
‐ Don't tell me what to do.
‐ Thanks, dad!
ALL: Woohoo!
♪
VAL: Oh, man!
I'm gonna thrash so hard when we get back.
HOLLY: As you should, Val.
You earned the right to thrash in whatever manner you please,
given how you helped save the lives of them weeds.
‐ Yeah... Wait.
Saved their lives?
GUST: 'Course.
You see, Disgruntle Weeds are at the absolute bottom
of the food chain.
Why, their bellyachin' will turn
even the most docile creature into a savage predator.
[ chuckles ]
It's terrifying!
‐ It is?
‐ Ah, don't worry, Val. They're safe at the Gulch.
The Gulch is the one place where Disgruntle Weeds can be truly safe.
‐ Oh.
Yeah...
‐ After all, there were plenty of times
you coulda called it quits or somehow avoided
the hard work that lay ahead. But not you. Not Val Thundershock.
‐ No! We never made it to Grumble Gulch!
‐ Wha‐‐ Val, of course we did.
‐ Yeah, we all saw the sign.
‐ I made the sign!
‐ Ha! You can't just make a sign...
‐ No, I did! I was afraid I'd miss Rock‐Troll‐Ber Fest,
so I made it seem like we'd already reached our destination.
And now we've gotta go back before something bad happens to the weeds!
‐ But... we all saw the sign.
‐ Gah! Never mind! H'yah!
Hah!
♪
Oh, no!
Those puffalo are preying on the weeds!
[ screaming ]
‐ Oh, great, now I'm being eaten.
‐ Ugh, Mondays.
‐ Hey! Put them down! Hyah!
Woohoo!
♪ My heart will always lead me To the right thing ♪
♪ It's showing me the way ♪
♪ And I'm never gonna quit trying ♪
♪ 'Till I clean up my mistakes ♪
♪ Yeah, I vow to do Whatever it might take ♪
♪ I'm gonna fix it up ♪
♪ I'm gonna make it right ♪
♪ And I will never stop ♪
♪ Until it's rectified ♪
♪ I'm gonna rectify ♪
♪ Rectify! ♪♪
‐ Oh, yay. My hero.
[ gallops ]
‐ Val! That was incredible.
‐ Yeah, it was.
But I don't understand,
you were on your way back to Rock‐Troll‐Ber Fest,
no questions asked.
Why the sudden change of heart?
‐ Yeah, sorry about that.
I guess I just realized, I don't want you guys
to respect me 'cuz you think I clean up my messes...
I want you to respect me 'cuz I do clean up my messes.
‐ Good for you, Val. Good for you.
Well then, I suppose it's time we finished this disgruntle drive.
What do you say, Val?
‐ I say, "Yeehaw"!
[ cheer ]
[ gasp ]
‐ I can still make Rock‐tober fest!
♪
‐ I hereby call to order this meeting of...
The Extreme Sleepover Club!
Step forward when you hear your nom d' slumber:
Big Sleep...
40 Winks...
The Napster...
‐ Meeting adjourned!
[ explosion ]
‐ Uh, Cooper, it's not time for the ceremonial closing pillow‐canon.
We just started.
‐ Oops, I guess I got caught up in the fun.
It will not happen again.
[ explosion ]
‐ Fellow sleepover enthusiasts, together, we have held slumber parties
in locations never dreamed possible...
[ chuckles ]
[ yawn ]
[ chuckles ]
[ scream ]
‐ Heh, heh, remembering things is fun.
And now, two more Trolls have decide to join our club.
Dante, Demo...
Are you prepa‐‐
Are you‐‐
Are‐‐
Cooper!
‐ That was the last time, I swear.
[ explosion ]
‐ Are you prepared to take the oath?
‐ A night of endless joy.
When the sun sets, the fun rises.
‐ No rules allowed. Only smiles and surprises.
BOTH: Friends bound together making pillow forts and memories.
Let us endeavor to make sleepovers exemplary.
Extreme Sleepover Club!
[ snore ]
[ cheer ]
‐ New members, tomorrow 40 Winks and I
will take you on your first official sleepover.
‐ That's right.
And we have picked a location that is most extreme.
DEMO: The Pillow Palace?
Where we keep all of TrollsTopia's extra pillows?
‐ Wha‐‐? Oh, no, no. The old, spooky mansion past that...
[ scream ]
‐ Oh, my. That's very different.
‐ With that, tonight's business concluded. I declare this meeting adjourned!
‐ Cooper? ‐ Cooper?
‐ What?
‐ Poppy? ‐ Poppy?
‐ Oh, hey, guys! Wanna join us for a game?
With R&B's super sci‐fi disco ball‐o‐gram,
you can conjure games drawn right from your wildest dreams.
DANTE: Ooh! DEMO: Ooh!
[ gasp ]
‐ Huh? ‐ Huh?
‐ Oh, yeah. My checkers dreams are pretty wild.
‐ No time, Poppy, we must prepare for our first Extreme Sleepover.
Demo and I are desperate
to make a good impression on the other members.
‐ Yeah! They're such slumber masters, and we don't wanna blow it.
So, tell us everything about the old mansion at the edge of town!
‐ Ah, yes, the old Troll mansion.
Some say it was abandoned because it has a leaky roof...
‐ They say that because it's true.
‐ But others say it is the home of...
The Ghost of Raisin Ruby.
‐ They say that because it's fun to be spooky.
Ooh!
‐ You see, long ago, there lived a Troll named Raisin Ruby
who loved to bake for others.
But deep within each treat lay a hair‐curdling secret.
[ whimper ]
For Raisin Ruby's favorite ingredient...
was raisins!
[ scream ]
‐ Raisins, in baked goods? No! No Troll could be so monstrous!
‐ Yeah! Also, do you always carry raisins around in your hair
just in case you tell this story?
‐ Yes...
Ooh, you guys are gonna have so much fun on this sleepover.
[ gasp ]
You'll probably play everyone's favorite scary sleepover game!
‐ Game? ‐ What game?
[ Smidge giggling ]
‐ The name of the game is Eek‐a‐boo.
‐ To play, we separate into two teams,
split up and go hide anywhere we want in the mansion.
And then, we try our best to spook each other.
‐ Like so... ‐ Boo!
[ scream ]
[ laugh ]
[ chuckle ]
‐ Don't worry, that was just a practice scare.
‐ Boo!
[ scream ]
‐ That wasn't!
‐ Game on!
‐ Okay, my crescen‐bro, this is our chance.
[ chuckle ]
Let's show them what we're made of.
[ chuckle ]
‐ T'will be an eeking for the ages!
[ giggle ]
‐ Okay, they're coming. And I know the perfect way to spook any Troll,
a "Hair scare." In 3, 2...
‐ Boo! ‐ Boo!
[ scream ]
[ giggle ]
‐ New approach.
When Smidge and Guy descend from this staircase,
we shall greet them not with a fanfare of trumpets,
but with a frightening roar of popping balloons!
[ chuckle ]
[ horn ]
‐ Heh heh. I'm terrifying, Daddy.
[ giggle ]
‐ This attempt cannot possibly fail.
‐ Yeah, time for an old‐fashioned scare from the air.
[ scream ]
‐ Huh? ‐ Huh?
[ scream ]
‐ Boo!
[ scream ]
[ laugh ]
‐ Ohmyguh, that was such a blast!
[ sigh ]
‐ Hey, what's wrong, you guys?
‐ Oh, nothing.
Just our complete and utter failure as Extreme Sleepoverists is all.
Why do you ask?
[ sigh ]
‐ We wanted to make a good first impression on you guys.
But we didn't even manage a single scare.
‐ Whoa... ‐ Whoa, whoa, whoa.
‐ Whoa, whoa. ‐ Whoa...
‐ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
‐ Whoa!
‐ We take it you want us to woah.
‐ No new member has ever been able to scare us
on their first Extreme Sleepover.
We have years of Eek‐aboo experience!
‐ Besides, the most important thing about this club
is that we all have fun together, right?
‐ Quite true.
‐ Good, then let's enjoy ourselves and‐‐
[ sniff ]
Wait, do you guys smell something?
[ sniff ]
‐ I do. I smell...
[ sniff ]
Baked goods.
‐ But it's more than that...
It's...
[ sniff ]
‐ Raisins.
[ gasp ]
[ humming ]
‐ Oh, haha, this is just more of your skullduggery,
isn't it, you scamps!
Trying to get one last eek out of us, eh?
[ chuckle ]
‐ No, I'm not doing this.
‐ Not us!
‐ Oh, stop, that has to be Tiny in there baking. Right?
‐ Uh, Daddy...
[ sniff ]
Is that raisins I smell?
Or am I just havin' one of my night terrors again?
Please say night terrors.
‐ Well, if it's not Tiny, t‐then it... can only b‐be...
[ humming ]
‐ Raisin Ruby? ‐ Raisin Ruby?
‐ That's right! And I made blueberry muffins!
‐ Oh. That actually sounds pretty good!
‐ With raisins!
[ scream ]
♪ We'll be running from ya All night long ♪
♪ Night long ♪
♪ Oh, oh, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ You can't catch us when we on the run ♪
♪ Oh, oh, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ And we'll keep going Never slowing down ♪
♪ And we won't stop As long as you're around ♪
♪ We found some hair raisin fun ♪
♪ So scared and on the run ♪
♪ Beware everyone ♪
♪ That hair raisin fun ♪
♪ Raisin fun ♪♪
[ scream ]
[ humming ]
‐ Ohmyguh! The door is locked!
RAISIN RUBY: Of course it's locked.
[ gasp ]
You can't let a draft in. The raisins would dry out.
[ scream ]
‐ I'm too scared to figure out if that makes sense!
‐ Really? You guys are really scared?
‐ These are raisins, muffin land mines,
cookie's bane, the devil's chocolate chips...
Of course we're scared!
‐ Well, in that case, I suppose the only thing to say is...
‐ Gotcha! ‐ Gotcha!
‐ Boo! ‐ Boo!
‐ Wha‐‐? What is happening?
[ giggles ]
‐ When we heard we would be playing Eek‐a‐boo,
we requested the aid of Poppy, DJ, R and B
and their disco ball‐o‐gram!
‐ Yeah! So, was it fun?
‐ Was it fun?
‐ It was the most fun sleepover ever.
[ gasp ]
‐ We did it! ‐ We did it!
[ cheer ]
‐ We usually wait a while to do this for new members,
but after what we've seen tonight...
‐ You're ready to receive your nom d'slumber.
I dub thee...
Shut Eye.
‐ And I dub thee...
Power Nap.
‐ Extreme sleepover club! ‐ Extreme sleepover club!
[ snore ]
[ explosion ]
‐ Meeting adjourned!
♪ And I'm never gonna quit trying ♪
♪ 'Till I clean up my mistakes ♪
♪ Yeah, I vow to do Whatever it might take ♪
♪ I'm gonna fix it up ♪
♪ I'm gonna make it right ♪
♪ And I will never stop ♪
♪ Until it's rectified ♪
♪ I'm gonna rectify ♪
♪ Rectify! ♪♪