♪ 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 ♪♪
‐ Did someone say "Beach Day?"
Let's go, everybody!
[ cheering ]
‐ Sun's out, bun's out, y'all!
♪
♪ Yeah, we're having fun in the sun ♪
♪ It's a good time, good time, good time ♪
♪ All I want is a day in the sun ♪
♪ With a friend or two or three of four ♪
♪ Just living it up, whoah ♪
♪ All I need is some sand on my feet ♪
♪ And some music on the stereo And life is complete ♪
♪ Whoah Fun in the sun ♪
♪ I'm having fun ♪
♪ It's a good time, good time, good time ♪
♪ Oh, yeah We're having fun in the sun ♪
♪ I'm having fun ♪
♪ It's a good time, good time, good time ♪
♪ Oh, yeah We're having fun! ♪♪
[ sigh ]
‐ Here comes the hair raid! ‐ Here comes the hair raid!
‐ Ah! ‐ Ah!
‐ Woah!
[ trolls laughing ]
‐ Solid prank you two!
‐ Poppy, you were all like, ohmyguh!
And Guy, you were all like, ohmyguh!
And Gust, you were all like holding an umbrella to stay bone dry
because you somehow knew about our awesome prank?
[ chuckles ]
‐ Awesome indeed, Smidge.
But yes, I must admit, I had a hunch you were up to something.
‐ Shoot, it was more than a hunch. Tell 'em, Gust.
‐ Well, y'see‐‐ ‐ Y'see, all them years of Fun Sheriff'n
have given Gust keen powers of observation.
He picks up on details most Trolls don't think twice about.
‐ My first suspicion of your hair raid
came when I spotted that there trail of water droplets.
‐ Whoa... ‐ Whoa...
‐ And if you take a closer gander at them beautiful flowers,
you'll find one of 'em ain't a flower at all...
TROLL 1: Woah! TROLL 2: It's a broken water balloon.
‐ How did he notice that?
‐ And then I noticed the tiny markings on Smidge's right pointer finger...
Only an extended session of water balloon tyin'
leaves marks of that nature.
So, I just connected all those dots and well...
here we are.
TROLLS: Woah...
‐ Yep. I reckon' it's near impossible to catch Gust Tumbleweed off‐guard.
‐ Wait, it can't be impossible.
What about when someone throws you a surprise party?
‐ Well, the truth is...
I've never had a surprise party.
‐ Oh...
‐ My... ‐ Guh!
[ screams ]
‐ Yes, due to my powers of detection,
I'm afraid anytime my friends try, I unintentionally spoil the fun.
‐ No, it‐‐ it can't be.
For a Troll to never know the joy of a surprise party...
it's too heartbreaking.
‐ Heartbreaking indeed.
But I just can't help pickin' up on things.
Like, by that look in your eye, I reckon you're about to say...
BOTH: Gust. I promise I will throw you
a surprise party so good you'll never see it coming.
‐ Wow.
‐ I told ya he was good!
‐ Poppy, there's nothing I'd love more than for you to surprise me.
But you can't.
And I'd hate for you all to go to such needless trouble,
so I must insist...
please, don't bother.
Now, pardon me, but I'm detectin' a particularly gnarly wave a‐formin'.
‐ Guys, we have to throw Gust a surprise party.
‐ Absolutely!
‐ We couldn't call ourselves Trolls if we didn't.
COOPER: I cannot hear what you're saying!
‐ Good! Now, the key is to find a moment when he's relaxed,
a moment when he'll let his guard down, a moment like...
Harper's weekly art class.
‐ That's it.
Don't force the brush.
Remember your painting posture, Gust, breathe, stay relaxed and...
‐ Surprise! ‐ Surprise!
‐ Woo! There's no way you saw that coming!
[ trolls cheering ]
‐ Aww. ‐ Aww.
‐ Okay, gang, Gust's pod is directly above us.
I can't wait to see the joy on his face when we pop out from right under his feet.
‐ Yeah! ‐ Oh, jeepers, he's gonna be surprised!
VAL: I don't know guys. ‐ Huh?
I've got a bad feeling Gust already knows what we're up to
and it's only a matter of time before he finds us
and politely asks us to stop.
‐ What? Val, we're 300 feet underground,
what makes you think Gust has any clue we're here?
‐ Because...
‐ ...I am Gust.
‐ Ah! ‐ Ah!
‐ Yeah, I should've seen that coming.
[ trolls grunt ]
What?
‐ Friends, I've analyzed Gust's routine and I've found a seven second window.
Each day, at the same exact time,
Gust leaves his desk, checks the mail, and returns to his office...
...but he won't be returning to his office.
But rather an exact replica of his office
that has been decorated and prepopulated with his closest friends!
ALL: Surprise!
[ gasp ]
‐ My, oh my! It happened!
‐ We surprised you?
‐ You surely did!
And now the air is so much sweeter.
It's everything I imagined!
[ gasp ]
‐ Really?
‐ Yea... No.
ALL: Aw...
‐ I only fibbed so you'd stop.
I've been down this road before,
and eventually, in an effort to surprise me,
some well‐meaning Troll goes too far and things get out of hand.
So, for your own good, please, just let it go.
‐ Maybe he has a point.
‐ Also, where's my real office?
‐ Oh, right. ‐ Sorry. My bad.
[ sigh ]
‐ Don't feel bad, Poppy, you tried your best.
‐ Yeah... Thanks for trying to cheer me up, Smidge,
but I just need to go for a walk...
‐ Gimme a double. Make it a double. On the double.
SMIDGE: Ohmyguh!
Somebody help!
[ trolls gasp ]
[ screams ]
‐ Breathe, fierce and tiny one. Just tell Ol' Gust how he can help...
‐ It's Poppy. She went for a walk. She fell, and now she's stuck in a ravine!
ALL: Poppy's stuck in a ravine?
GUST: No...
‐ Huh? ‐ Huh?
‐ She's not.
‐ She's not? ‐ She's not?
‐ No, Gust, I swear! She's down in that ravine as we speak!
‐ Oh, I have no doubt she is. But it's not 'cause she's stuck.
She's waiting to throw me a surprise party.
‐ Huh? ‐ Huh?
‐ Wh‐‐ No, she's‐‐ ‐ You've got cake frosting on your wrist.
‐ Uh... That's not mine.
‐ There's gift wrappin' tape stuck to your foot.
‐ Gah!
‐ You've even got a piece of confetti on your bow.
SMIDGE: Gah!
Fine. You figured it out. Again! Poppy and I thought
if we could get you to the ravine, she could surprise you!
But she's fine.
‐ No, she's not.
‐ What? ‐ What?
‐ This isn't actually confetti! It's the scale of a Maraca Snake!
‐ Maraca Snake? ‐ Maraca Snake?
‐ What are you saying?
‐ That by going down into that ravine,
Poppy's stumbled right into a Maraca Snake hole.
‐ Ohmyguh! By pretending to be in danger, Poppy put herself in actual danger?
‐ We can marinate in that delicious irony once she's safe.
Right now, I've gotta get to that ravine! H'yah!
[ gasping ]
GUST: Poppy!
Queen Poppy!
Poppy! Queen Poppy!
Huh?
[ screech ]
[ gasp ]
Maraca Snake! Poppy, are you okay?
‐ Gust! I tried to explain that I didn't mean
to invade his space, but he's so mad!
[ screech ]
‐ Yes, Maraca Snakes are cranky by nature.
There's only one way you're gettin' out of this
and it ain't by talkin'!
Hyah!
Yeehaw!
It's by listenin'.
‐ Huh?
‐ Now tell me what's really botherin' ya, friend.
This is a safe space.
[ maraca sound ]
[ screech ]
Nuh, uh... No! Don't you shut me out!
♪
[ maraca sound ]
Now we're gettin' somewhere...
[ maraca sound ]
Mmm.
It takes a real maraca snake to admit that.
[ maraca sound ]
Yes, that would be frustrating.
But is there a healthier, more constructive way
you could've expressed yourself?
[ crying ]
Yeah, my dad was a lot like that too.
[ sniffs ]
You've taken a big step forward, opening up to us today.
And I can truly say, any step forward is progress,
seein' as you're a snake.
[ maraca sound ]
Aww.
[ kiss ]
Now then, about this surprise. Poppy, you coulda been hurt!
‐ Yeah, I guess things did get out of hand, huh.
It's just seems so unfair that you'll never get to experience
a surprise party, not even once.
‐ Yeah, that is true.
But you know, Poppy,
if the point of a surprise is to show a friend how much you care,
I don't need a party.
Cause I get that every day from Trolls like you,
living here in TrollsTopia.
‐ I'm really glad to hear that, Gust.
Still, I can't help but wish that I'd come up
with some clever way to catch you off guard.
‐ Ah, yeah, that woulda been nice.
But some things just aren't meant to‐‐
‐ Surprise! ‐ Surprise!
[ gasp ]
‐ You‐‐ You got me!
[ laughing ]
[ screaming ]
♪
‐ Ah, the "after lunch/pre‐nap time rave"!
Yet another opportunity to dance, socialize
and conduct an‐troll‐pological research on techno culture!
Oh!
X‐cellent...!
Tic Tac T‐Oh‐my!
TECHNO TROLL: Hey, Trolls!
[ inhales ]
Beach ball comin' at you!
[ cheering ]
Woo hoo!
[ cheering ]
‐ Well, alright!
Huh?
‐ Hey, hey, fellow Techno Trolls.
I'm pushin' the hold up button on this mad rave
to drop some announcements and techno‐calities.
[ laughing ]
Now then, as you know, tonight is Daylight Ravings Time.
The special moment, once a year, when we set our rave clocks back,
for a bunch of science‐y reasons.
[ laughing ]
And that means, we get a whole extra hour to party!
My fellow Techno Trolls, the Rave Clock!
♪
[ airhorn sound ]
[ cheering ]
‐ Mmhm. Mmhm.
‐ As is tradition, last year's Daylight Raving DJ
picks the next Troll to lead the celebration.
And since last year's DJ was this bro,
I pick... Hm...
Uh...
Hah!
Laguna Tidepool!
[ Synth imitates airhorn sound ]
‐ What? Me?
‐ Yeah‐heah!
I can't wait to see what you do on stage, DJ Laguna!
‐ Oh, well, thank you! I won't let you all down!
‐ Oh, I'm going to let them all down.
♪
[ sigh ]
‐ Wait, Laguna, what do you mean?
You're a Techno Troll, you've been to hundreds of raves.
‐ Actually thousands, but who's counting?
I am. It's 10,483, and I've never DJ'd a single one.
‐ So, you don't want to DJ the Daylight Ravings party?
‐ Of course I do. It's an honor.
But I'm an observer, not a performer.
I don't bring the noise, I document it on a clipboard
once said "the noise" has already been brought.
‐ Oh, no problem. Suki and I can help you with that.
‐ Yeah, you've already got the main quality of any great DJ,
you're unique.
And I can teach you all the technical stuff in like an hour.
Uh, 'cuz I'm an amazing teacher,
not 'cuz DJ'ing is mostly automated and barely a skill.
[ giggles ]
Hm.
‐ Okay, Laguna, we've gathered some of TrollsTopia's
most agreeable Trolls as a test audience.
‐ That's right. ‐ We're very agreeable.
‐ I agree!
‐ Now, to get a set started,
I just play my favorite track, shout out, "Oh!"
and the next thing you know, everybody's dancing!
‐ My favorite track? That's easy!
Oh!
DULL TROLL: This is Jane Hugmeyer's dissertation
on the hair patterns of early Trolls.
‐ Uh... ‐ Uh...
DULL TROLL: The differences in the follicle stimulation of our ancestors...
‐ Uh, we'll come back to this. DULL TROLL: First...
‐ Being able to scratch is a must. It gives your DJ'ing a little...
Wiki‐wikow.
‐ "Wiki‐wikow..."
‐ Good, now give it a try!
‐ Uh...
♪
‐ C'mon! Really scratch it, Laguna!
‐ Scratch it! Scratch it! Scratch it! ‐ Scratch it! Scratch it! Scratch it!
‐ Scratch it! ‐ Scratch it!
ALL: Scratch it! Scratch it! Scratch it! Scratch it!
‐ Uh!
[ scream ]
‐ That was good...
[ giggles ]
‐ All good DJs have a signature catchphrase
to pump up the crowd, like...
Everyone put your hands in the air!
‐ Yeah! ‐ Yeah!
‐ Like that but make it your own.
‐ Make it my own...?
Um...
Uh...
Everyone...
Put your feet in the air!
‐ Huh?
‐ Oh! Argh! ‐ Oh! Argh!
‐ Oh, I appreciate your help, friends.
But I'm afraid DJ Laguna just doesn't fit the mold.
‐ Well, then who says you have to perform as DJ Laguna?
[ car alarm sound ]
‐ Hey, yeah! DJs adopt different personas all the time.
There's DJ Rainbow...
DJ Meow Meow...
DJ Original...
DJ Original 2...
‐ Even I played around with wearing a mask when I first started out.
‐ Oh...
‐ See, when you get up on that stage,
you're not gonna be Laguna, you're gonna be...
DJ D‐ssert.
‐ Oh, I don't know.
By putting a mask on, I'm just supposed to feel different,
and suddenly be able to‐‐
♪
[ gasp ]
‐ Woah! ‐Woah!
‐ Hahaha, DJ D‐ssert in the house!
♪
[ cheering ]
‐ Daylight Ravings! Daylight Ravings!
‐ Wow, almost showtime! You got this, Laguna...
‐ Correction, DJ D‐ssert's got this.
And look, upon further study,
I've learned the helmet has additional crowd‐pleasing features,
like flood lights and confetti cannons!
‐ Totally, and if you push that button it activates the lasers!
‐ Lasers?
Ah!
‐ No! ‐ No!
[ gasp ]
‐ The helmet!
What am I going to do?
‐ Uh... uh... You can use the backup helmet!
‐ Ah! There's a back‐up helmet?
‐ No! I'm sorry, I panicked!
SYNTH: Ok, Daylight Ravers!
It's the moment you've all been waiting for!
‐ No, I can't perform without it!
‐ Yes, Laguna, you can!
‐ Yeah. I only gave you that helmet to get you comfortable on stage.
But all that amazing DJ'ing earlier, that came from inside you.
‐ No, no, you're wrong. I have to find a new helmet‐‐
[ gasp ]
A dis‐glow ball! Perfect!
Mm, better.
‐ Better? It's covering your eyes.
‐ Ah, but DJ Dis‐Glow Ball doesn't need eyes.
All she needs...
is the beat.
‐ What? ‐ What does that even mean?
‐ No time to explain. I'm on!
‐ The stage is that way.
All right, put your fins together for...
‐ Dj Dis‐Glow Ball!
Make some noi‐‐ Oof!
[ screeching sound ]
[ groan ]
‐ Oops. Too much noise.
How 'bout we drop the beat, huh?
Oh!
♪
[ confused murmurs ]
‐ Oop, no, heh heh, just need to‐‐
♪
Sorry! Sorry!
Ah!
‐ Ah! Laguna, no!
[ gasp ]
[ screaming ]
‐ Gah! ‐ Gah!
‐ Ah!
Ah! Ah! Ah!
LAGUNA: Oh, no.
‐ Guna, you... aight?
‐ No, Synth, I'm not aight.
I am so sorry.
It's just, my DJ D‐ssert helmet got ruined...
‐ Lemme guess, classic DJ helmetlaser fiasco?
‐ Mmhm.
‐ Mm, we've all been there.
Ah!
Fire underwater?
We should probably stop makin' laser masks.
‐ Well, I needed some kind of mask.
So I put on that dis‐glow ball,
'cuz without it, as a DJ, I just don't fit the mold.
‐ Yeah, I know.
‐ Huh?
‐ That's the whole reason why I picked you.
‐ It... It is?
SYNTH: Well, yeah.
Laguna, you're the most unique, crazy interesting Troll I know.
I wanted to see what you would bring to the turntable.
Not DJ Dis‐Glow ball or DJ D‐ssert.
I mean, c'mon, get that outta here!
‐ Thanks, Synth. Now, if you don't mind...
the aforementioned "the noise" must be brought
and I'm the Troll that's gonna bring it.
♪
Hey Techno Lagoon, let's try this again.
I'm DJ Laguna!
Oh!
DULL TROLL: This is Jane Hugmeyer's dissertation
on the hair patterns of early Trolls.
Chapter One...
♪ Cha‐cha‐cha‐chapter one ♪
♪ The differences In the follicle stimulation ♪
♪ Of our ancestors Is a thrilling area of study ♪
‐ Go! Go! Go!
♪ Trolls, trolls, trolls Trolls, trolls, trolls ♪
♪
Chapter One...
[ cheering ]
‐ Yeah! Everybody put your feet in the air!
♪ The differences In the follicle stimulation ♪
♪ Of our ancestors Is a thrilling area of study ♪♪
‐ DJ Laguna! DJ Laguna! ‐ DJ Laguna! DJ Laguna!
‐ DJ Laguna! DJ Laguna! DJ Laguna! ‐ DJ Laguna! DJ Laguna! DJ Laguna!
‐ That's my name. Aight!
♪ All I want is a day in the sun ♪
♪ With a friend or two or three of four ♪
♪ Just living it up, whoah ♪
♪ All I need is some sand on my feet ♪
♪ And some music on the stereo And life is complete ♪
♪ Whoah Fun in the sun ♪
♪ I'm having fun ♪
♪ It's a good time, good time, good time ♪
♪ Oh, yeah We're having fun in the sun ♪
♪ I'm having fun ♪
♪ It's a good time, good time, good time ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, we're having fun! ♪♪