♪ 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 ♪♪
♪
POPPY: Day 25.
The battle goes on.
No one could have predicted it would come to this...
We've seen so many things.
We've lost so many friends...
‐ Huh? ‐ Ha, ha.
[ everybody screaming ]
Found you!
POPPY: ...to an epic game of Hide 'n Seek.
[ everybody laughing ]
But this isn't just any Hide 'n Seek, it's "Contagious Hide 'n Seek."
Which means any troll that gets tagged also becomes it.
‐ Cooper, go seek in The Fun Factory.
B, do a thorough seek of the Vibe Town space ship.
Demo, seek around Rock Hollow.
Now get to it!
POPPY: So with every ally we lose...
[ laughing ]
...we gain an enemy.
‐ Grr...
[ gasping ]
‐ Grr...
‐ Oh! Daddy! You sold me out?
Ha, ha! Mad respect, Daddy!
POPPY: Now Holly and I are the only hiders left.
And somehow, together,
we've made it within a day of our final goal:
the all‐time hiding record.
We mark the time on the wall, 'cuz it keeps our hopes alive,
and we also do chalk drawings, 'cuz it's so cute we can barely stand it.
I hope to see you again, dear friend,
maybe when this crazy game is finally over.
Until then, hugs and more hugs and even more hugs than that.
Poppy.
♪
‐ Poppy!
Did you just send off snail mail?
‐ Well, yeah.
I can't go 25 days without writing my pen pals.
‐ Yeah, but, Poppy, snail mail leaves trails.
And that's not just a delightful rhyme, because trails...
[ loud noise ]
BRANCH: Come on out! We know you're in there!
‐ ...will lead Branch right to us.
‐ Oh, no! What do we do?
‐ Run, Poppy, I'll buy you some time!
‐ But it was my big caring heart that got us into this.
I should've never sent those letters!
Well, of course I should've, I'm not a monster, but still...
[ gasping ]
‐ No, Poppy.
Your big caring heart is your greatest strength.
And I'm certain you are meant to break that record.
Now go!
‐ But...
‐ I said git!
♪
‐ Ha‐ha! Found you!
[ Holly gasping ]
[ screaming ]
Wait, where is Poppy?
‐ Ha! Forget it, Branch. I'd never betray her to an "it" like you.
She and I are friends to the end!
‐ Well, according to the game, when I tag you, you're it too, so...
‐ She went out the back!
Hunt 'er down like the hidin' little troll she is!
[ screaming ]
[ heavily breathing ]
‐ Oh, no!
[ heavily breathing ]
EVERYBODY: Grr...
[ gasping ]
‐ Ha‐ha! Got you now, Poppy!
[ heavily breathing ]
[ Smidge mumbling ]
Ohmyguh! Piñata blockade!
[ gasping ]
[ screaming ]
‐ Oh, no!
‐ Initiate tag protocol, dear sister.
‐ Tagging, dear sister.
BRANCH: Ha‐ha! ‐ Uh!
‐ Nowhere to go, Poppy!
‐ Actually, Branch,
if things are running on their usual schedule,
I'm right where I wanna be.
‐ Huh?
[ train horn ]
♪
[ train horn ]
EVERYBODY: Oh...
‐ Man, this is a good game! Huh?
TROLL: Yeah, it is!
♪
[ screaming ]
POPPY: "Sorry, shoulda skipped the pebbles and started with the gift basket.
Can you, please, look outside?"
‐ Poppy?
‐ Sorry, Minuet.
I heard you opted out of the game to practice violin,
so you're one of the few trolls I can trust.
I need a place to hide.
[ everybody talking ]
‐ All right, only six hours 'til Poppy breaks the record,
and it's our duty as its to do everything we can to stop her!
Status reports. Laguna!
‐ We've done a comprehensive seek of The Lagoon and turned up nothing!
‐ Well, do it again. Demo?
‐ We're double‐seeking Rock Hollow now, but it's not looking good!
‐ Well, look harder. Cooper?
‐ There's nothing on the grid, but I can always add syrup.
‐ Well... Wait, are you making waffles?
‐ Yeah!
[ giggling ]
What are we supposed to be doing?
[ laughing ]
[ screaming ]
[ sighing ]
‐ Okay, let's rethink this:
if we can't seek her,
we have to find a reason for her to come out of hiding.
Something Poppy's big heart can't resist. Something like...
♪
Oh!
That's it! Does anybody have scrapbook supplies?
[ everybody cheering ]
Scrap‐tacular!
♪
EVERYBODY: Oh!
TROLL 1: What's this? TROLL 2: An invitation?
TROLL 3: From Tiny Diamond?
♪
‐ Huh?
‐ Wait, the its are sending out invitations?
To what?
‐ Something called a "Glistening"?
‐ A "Glistening"?
"You're cordially invited to Tiny Diamond's 'Glistening,'
a heartwarming tradition where loved ones dedicate TrollsTopia's youngest
with a sprinkle of glitter."
Oh, can you even believe Branch...?
‐ What? What has he done?
‐ He's invented a fake ceremony,
thinking that out of sheer affection for Tiny,
I'll just come right out of hiding to attend.
[ laughing ]
So, I'll just RSVP "yes"...
‐ What? Poppy, it's a trap!
You just said the ceremony isn't real!
‐ I know!
But real or not, I can't miss such an important moment in Tiny's life.
I have never missed a Glistening before and I am not gonna start now.
‐ You've never missed one before because it's not real!
‐ But it feels real.
And I can't help myself when it comes to being there for a friend.
I just care too much!
♪
‐ Okay, fine.
What are you going to do?
‐ Good question.
But first: do you think this dress is formal enough for a Glistening?
‐ It's not real!
♪
‐ May you glisten, always.
‐ So, Daddy's friend Branch,
you created a fake holiday, using me as bait
to trick Daddy's friend Poppy, so you can win a game?
‐ That is what we did, yes.
‐ Oh, mad respect, Daddy's friend Branch!
[ horns ]
[ train horn ]
‐ Poppy, Poppy, Poppy.
Ha! I knew you were too caring to stay away.
Prepare to tag!
‐ Yes, Branch. You're right.
As much as it puts me at risk,
I am going to participate in this Glistening.
And break the hiding record.
EVERYBODY: What?
‐ Ha! And how exactly will you do that?
‐ By getting you all to care the way that I care.
Minuet.
‐ Huh?
♪
‐ It's...
Tiny.
‐ Guy, what are you doing? I need you tag‐ready!
‐ Not now, Branch.
I really need to focus on my boy at the moment.
It is his Glistening after all.
‐ No, it's not. The Glistening's not real!
‐ I know!
But it feels real!
‐ Huh?
♪ Everywhere that he goes Shines a little more ♪
‐ Argh! Just tag her!
♪ Than it did before He passed through ♪
♪ Everyone who he knows Sparkles extra bright ♪
♪ Cuz he shares his light With me and you ♪
‐ When I look at him I see our future,
and it fills me with hope!
♪
♪ Glistening ♪
♪ See us glittering ♪
♪ From the light that he's shared ♪
♪ With me and you ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Me and you ♪♪
‐ It's just so beautiful.
‐ Thank you, Tiny Diamond.
♪
May you glisten, always.
‐ I am adorable!
♪
[ beeping ]
‐ Well, I guess that means I broke the record.
You played great, Branch.
‐ Yeah, yeah, uh, actually, Poppy,
congratulations and all, but I gotta say...
Hide 'n Seek just doesn't seem important right now, y'know?
‐ Yeah.
I do, Branch.
I really do.
♪
[ Poppy humming ]
‐ Poppy! BOTH: Ah!
‐ Uh... hey, Dante.
Whoo, what's up?
‐ My vigorous letter campaign has borne fruit!
The Classical Tribe's greatest composer and my personal hero, Beetrollven,
has agreed to visit me here in TrollsTopia!
‐ Well, hot dang! ‐ That's great, Dante!
‐ Indeed!
Oh, but you don't want to hear me go on, talking about Beetrollven...
when I could sing about Beetrollven!
♪ He starts his day Writing ten symphonies ♪
♪ He's the most prolific And gifted creative mind ♪
♪ He's got cachet ♪
♪ The finest pedigree ♪
♪ He invented manners ♪
♪ He's the reason we're refined ♪
♪ He's the sweetest smelling troll ♪
♪ Even roses stop and smell his robes ♪
♪ He's set the tone for my whole life ♪
♪ Beetrollven ♪
♪ Bold and inspired ♪
♪ Oh, he's so baroque With every note evoking hope ♪
♪ A life devoted To composing the sublime ♪
♪ Beetrollven ♪
♪ Golden divine ♪♪
And that doesn't even cover Beetrollven's greatest creation:
the joy chord!
A secret arrangement of notes...
that elicits an involuntary response of happiness in all who hear it!
And Beetrollven has agreed to teach it to me!
[ laughing ]
‐ Uh, sugar, I don't mean to pour honey in your hair spray,
but this doesn't say he'll teach you the joy chord.
‐ Yeah, are you sure you're not reading into things just a little?
‐ Hm...
Oh, pish‐posh.
BOTH: Huh?
‐ That's right, I pish that posh.
I deserve this honor
and I've no doubt that Beetrollven, with his superior taste, shall agree.
Uh! What fortuitous timing. Here he comes now!
Holly, Poppy, I present to you the one and only...
Ah...
♪
[ burping ]
‐ Oh!
Yo!
‐ Wha‐‐?
‐ 'Sup, madames?
You Dante?
You look like a Dante.
‐ I am Dante Crescendo.
Who, pray tell, are you? And where is Beetrollven?
‐ You're lookin' at him, chief! C'mon!
Right?
[ laughing ]
[ mumbling ]
‐ You are Beetrollven?
‐ That's what it says on my bathrobe.
Wait, no, that's barbecue sauce.
Uh... Well, anyway, nice to finally meet you, Dante.
Gotta say:
You are not what I pictured!
[ laughing ]
Whoo!
[ mumbling ]
‐ Uh, Dante,
this Beetrollven seems way different than what you described.
Have you even met him before?
‐ Well, no.
I just assumed such exquisite music
could only come from an elegant troll like,
well, like me!
Certainly not... that.
‐ Whoa‐ho, hey there, honey mustard,
it's like I got my own smorgasbord goin' on here.
‐ Then again, I suppose I mustn't judge a scrapbook by its cover...
[ Beetrollven burping ]
I'm sure, deep down, in the appendix, he is still the hero I know him to be.
‐ Yo, Dante!
I gotta get a little sum sum in my tum tum!
What's a troll gotta do around here to get some puffalo wings?
Eh? Eh?
‐ Some... what?
‐ Whoo!
Welcome to yummy town, baby! Population... I'm gonna eat you!
You sure you don't want a bite?
‐ Certain.
Are you sure you don't want a fork?
‐ Nah! Like to feel the sauce between my fingers.
[ laughing ]
Sauce!
[ screaming ]
‐ Well, delightful as this is...
Regarding the joy chord, in my own studies,
I have deduced the chord is in the key of G,
but I cannot decipher the five notes, so‐‐
‐ Whoa! Whoa‐whoa‐whoa.
First, it's seven notes.
And second, it's in D‐Major.
And second...
And second, before any of that, we gotta have ourselves a bro hang.
‐ A bro... hang?
‐ Y'know, get to know each other.
I mean, the joy chord's a powerful thing, I can't just teach to any poor slob.
Can you imagine?
[ laughing ]
‐ No, I can't.
Well then, let us have this bro hang.
What did you have in mind?
[ laughing ]
[ screaming ]
‐ Whoo, whoo, whoo! Go, blue, baby, yeah!
Whoo! Whoo, whoo, whoo!
Go, baby, go!
♪
Whoo, don' know about you, but tattoo'in makes me so milk‐thirsty!
♪
Oh...
Eh?
‐ Please...
Haven't I endured enough?
‐ Oh...
Yeah, guess we should get down to it.
Okay,
here's what you gotta know about the joy chord...
‐ Hmm?
‐ I'm not gonna teach you the joy chord.
‐ Wh‐wh‐wh‐what?
‐ Sorry, chief.
But I've met a lotta classical trolls like you before.
Always rollin' your eyes, just 'cuz I don't "talk fancy"
or "use napkins..."
‐ What? Why that's just...
That's just...
Okay, it's entirely true.
But what does that have to do with the joy chord?
‐ It shows a lack of humility, hoss.
And like I said, the joy chord is totes powerful...
only a humble troll can be trusted with it.
[ burping ]
‐ Fine! If you won't teach me, I will simply teach myself.
I already know the key signature and the number of notes.
For a troll of my talent, that is plenty!
And by the way, you've had an entire puffalo wing stuck in your beard
since you got out of that carriage!
Ooh, bonus wing!
[ laughing ]
Wanna go halfsies or...?
‐ Gah!
♪
Ah, yes, it's so simple.
‐ Dante? Is everything okay?
‐ We just saw Beetrollven headin' on outta town on his fancy carriage.
‐ Ugh... Off to engage in some sauce‐related activity, no doubt.
'Tis no matter.
I don't need Beetrollven.
I've deciphered the secret myself. And you shall be the first to hear it!
I give you: joy.
♪
BOTH: Aww!
‐ I...
I feel somethin', ya'll.
It's...
[ gasping ]
[ hiccups ]
‐ Oh my, a "hiccup chord"?
I must have played the wrong combination of notes.
‐ Ya... think?
‐ Ha‐ha. Worry not, friends.
I just need to make a slight adjustment and...
♪
[ sneezing ]
‐ Ah, Dante!
I think you just played the...
sneeze chord!
[ both sneezing ]
‐ Ah!
♪
‐ Aargh! The itch chord!
‐ Play anything!
Ah! It's the "my legs are asleep" chord!
[ screaming ]
♪
[ sighing ]
[ clucking ]
‐ No, no, no! What have I done?
Beetrollven! Beetrollven! Stop! You must help me!
‐ Well, well, well.
Look who's back.
‐ Please, listen. You were right, the chord is totes powerful,
and, and I was a fool to think I could perform it without you, a fool!
I see now I have so much more to learn, but...
my friends are in trouble.
Will you help them?
‐ Nope.
‐ Huh?
‐ You will.
‐ Come again?
‐ You needed humility, my guy. And that is what you have just shown me.
You passed my test.
♪
Greetings and salutations from the true Beetrollven.
[ mumbling ]
Please, forgive the deception,
but I had to make sure you were worthy
to wield this monumental musical mystery.
♪
[ clucking ]
‐ Oh, good!
You're back!
Wait, who's that?
‐ The great Beetrollven!
Gentleman composer and my hero!
♪
[ sighing ]
‐ That's some good joy there, ya'll.
‐ Thank you, my friend, for teaching me the humility I needed.
And, as an expression of my gratitude,
perhaps I could treat you to an order of puffalo wings?
‐ Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho!
♪
Heh?
‐ Sauce!
♪ Beetrollven ♪
♪ Bold and inspired ♪
♪ Oh, he's so baroque With every note evoking hope ♪
♪ A life devoted To composing the sublime ♪
♪ Beetrollven ♪
♪ Golden divine ♪♪