♪ 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: Fellow Trolls, I'm thrilled to officially open
the first ever TrollsTopia Community Garden!
[ cheering ]
Now there's a place for Trolls to garden together,
allowing us to explore the agricultural styles
of all the Tribes, side by side, in perfect plant‐based harmony!
Woo!
ALL: Huh?
‐ Sorry, sometimes when I'm this excited, I cut an extra red ribbon.
‐ Uh‐huh. ‐ I get it.
‐ Now let's get gardening!
BIGGIE: Wait for me! Wait for me!
‐ Haha! what up, Poppy?
‐ Hey! ‐ Hey!
‐ But seriously, we have a problem.
‐ Oh! You do? ‐ LAGUNA: Indeed.
You see, our tribe would love to contribute to the garden,
but indigenous Techno foliage has heretofore only grown underwater.
We have no idea how they would fare on dry land.
‐ Oh. That's a tough one...
Hmm...
Sorry, sometimes when I feel conflicted, I cut a gray ribbon.
‐ Uh, yeah. We get it.
‐ It was already quite clear.
‐ Laguna, Synth, I totally get the dilemma.
But we can't have a TrollsTopian garden without the Techno Trolls.
So, could you try planting something on dry land?
‐ Well, I suppose we could subvert
thousands of years of evolution and roll the dice?
‐ Yay! I'm so relieved...
Ah...
Sorry, sometimes when I feel relieved, I cut a blue ribbon.
‐ We get it. ‐ We get it.
[ humming ]
‐ Hey! Lovin' the orchestral orchids!
♪
Beautiful laugh‐o‐dills!
[ laughing ]
Oh. And that weeping willow is so lovely,
it's downright moving.
‐ Now, don't you start cryin' or I'll start cryin' and...
Yep, there I go!
‐ What's up, Val? Watering those "Hard Rock Hedges"?
‐ Uh, no. You don't water Hard Rock Hedges.
♪
‐ Ooh. Implausible.
‐ Say hello to the Funk Fruit Bush, baby.
A tasty fruit that packs an extra funky surprise...
[ Lownote voice ] ‐ What's the surprise? Oh!
Never mind, I get it now, baby.
[ laughing ]
[ normal voice ] So, Laguna, Synth,
I gotta ask, how's the Techno garden doing?
‐ Well, Poppy,
this is one of our Dance Plants under normal conditions.
‐ But on dry land, they're growing way bigger!
‐ What?
‐ Yes. It appears the direct sunlight has caused the plants to thrive.
‐ Yes!
Haha! Well, that seals it. It is now safe to say
that the TrollsTopia Community Garden is a huge success!
‐ Mr. Dinkles, no!
‐ Ah! He's eating our Techno Plants!
‐ Mr. Dinkles is Techniverous!
‐ Dinkles, stop! You're ruining the garden!
I'm so sorry, everyone!
But I promise he won't do it agai‐‐
[ Mr. Dinkles munches ]
Ah, Mr. Dinkles! No!
Phew, there!
‐ Uh, Biggie?
‐ Gah! ‐ Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy, Biggie.
There's gotta be something we can do
to stop Mr. Dinkles from eating the Dance Plants.
‐ Well, to keep a critter out of the crops back in Lonesome Flats, we'd put up...
a scareTroll.
‐ What's a scareTroll?
‐ It's a scarecrow...
but with the word Troll in it.
‐ Oh. ‐ Oh.
‐ Only question is,
what kind of scareTroll would keep Mr. Dinkles away?
And for that we need...
a scareTroll fashion show, ya'll!
♪
Aw.
Ah!
♪ Well, ya looking real good Like I knew you would today ♪
♪ Darlin', oh, if you want ♪
♪ You can try it all on and see, yeah ♪
♪ What's gonna work for you ♪
♪ Try on a thing or two ♪
♪ Show me your stuff Work it, work it for me ♪
♪ We'll find the perfect lo... ♪
BIGGIE: Excuse me, Guy?
What's scary about that one?
‐ He's wearing horizontal stripes!
From a fashion perspective, it's terrifying!
♪ We'll do it all, work it, work it for me ♪
♪ Yeah ♪♪
‐ You know, 'cuz fish eat worms and what not!
♪
‐ Haha! It works, gang! We saved the garden!
[ cheering ]
It's like I always say,
when you really put your mind to something,
you can overcome any obstacle!
You can overcome any obstacle...
Any obstacle...
FISH SCARECROW: Any obstacle.
[ Mr. Dinkles munches ]
‐ Mr. Dinkles, no!
‐ Ah! ‐ Ah!
‐ B‐but how? I thought the scareTroll scared him.
‐ Mew.
‐ Mh, yeah. He says it did,
but your speech inspired him to face his fears.
‐ Aww, way to go, Dinkles.
But also... frosting!
♪
‐ You know, when we were little funk Trolls,
we were always sneaking cookies
from our ship's baked confection stasis container.
‐ Or what you would call a "cookie jar."
‐ So, to teach us a lesson, our parents let us eat so many cookies
that we got an awful case of interstellar queezears.
‐ Or what you would call a "tummy ache."
‐ After that, we never wanted to eat cookies again.
‐ Hm... ‐ Hm...
[ beeping sound ]
‐ Okay. Here goes nothing...
[ gasp ]
‐ Mew.
‐ Mr. Dinkles says he never wants to eat another dance plant again.
[ cheering ]
‐ Well, problem solved, Trolls.
I think it is now safe to say
that the TrollsTopia Community Garden is a huge, huge...
Huge!
♪
‐ Hold up! Is it me, or are the dance plants
like super big now, yo?
‐ Super big? Well, that's, that's a good thing, right?
[ crackling ]
♪
[ Poppy screams ]
It's dancing this way! Run!
[ screaming ]
‐ Huh? ‐ Huh?
[ screaming ]
[ panting ]
‐ Have no fear!
I will communicate with the plant through the universal language of dance.
Wait.
The universal language is math!
Oh!
[ Cooper laughs ]
[ gasp ]
‐ Aw. W‐We can't stop it, it's just too strong.
DINKLES: Mew.
‐ Huh? ‐ Huh?
[ groaning ]
‐ Mew.
‐ He says, "Yes, I know."
‐ Mr. Dinkles?
This is why you were eating the dance plants?
Because you were trying to protect us?
‐ Mew.
‐ He says, "Yes. But don't be afraid.
I won't let anything happen to you,
not on my watch."
‐ But, Mr. Dinkles, how could you possibly?
We fed you too many dance plants!
‐ Mew.
‐ He then goes on to say, "Be that as it may,
in times of great peril a hero must rise.
Maybe not the hero you deserve. But the hero you need."
‐ He's the best of all of us, yo.
♪
[ scream ]
♪
LAGUNA: He did it!
Restored to their underwater environment, the plants have returned to normal!
‐ Yay! ‐ Yay!
‐ Hm. As disappointing as it will be, Poppy.
Perhaps, given the mayhem, it's best that we Techno Trolls
abstain from the community garden.
‐ No! There has to be some way...
‐ Mew.
‐ He says, "Why not just dig a pond?"
♪
‐ There.
Now the TrollsTopia Community Garden truly represents all the tribes.
[ cheering ]
Sorry, sometimes when a problem has been resolved,
I cut a purple ribbon.
‐ We know! ‐ We know!
‐ Hehe.
♪
R: Eighty‐seven holes...
All on a sprawling, pristine landscape...
B: How can one mini‐golf course hold so much?
‐ 'Cuz it's super‐duper tiny, ya'll!
‐ It's our latest invention: Mini mini‐golf!
‐ Mini golf so mini you need a shrink ray to play!
‐ We also invented a shrink ray.
‐ Ooh! ‐ Ooh!
‐ So, find a golf buddy and prepare to get your shrink on!
[ cheering ]
‐ Oh! 'Tis been far too long since I've "hit the links."
[ chuckle ]
I shall summon my own personal clubs.
♪
‐ Whoa, Dante!
You just wave that stick thing
and a buncha little dudes float around, singin' and givin' you golf stuff?
Ha!
That is so...
[ imitates airhorn ]
[ imitates birds sounds ]
[ barking ]
‐ What? What is happening?
‐ "What is happening?"
You are funny, bro!
‐ Oh!
‐ Hey, you know what? We should be golf buddies!
Ah? Heh?
‐ Golf buddies? You and me?
Well, I mean, um...
‐ I'll take that as a solid "Yes!"
‐ Shrink ray! ‐ Shrink ray!
[ whistle ]
‐ Nice drive, Poppy!
That ball must have gone at least...
five inches!
‐ Perhaps a bit more um...
Or is it...
‐ Mmhmm...
[ scream ]
‐ Huh?
♪
‐ Whoop! Sorry, D. C., I was lookin' at the stick thing
and made the little dudes come back.
Ooh! Can they dubstep?
[ chuckle ]
‐ Hm...
Um, Poppy? I couldn't help but notice...
Branch has a hilarious golf hat, I have a hilarious golf hat,
seems we're destined to be golf buddies, mh?
Please switch with me.
‐ Dante, look, I get that you and Synth haven't spent much time together.
But trust me, if you give him a chance,
you're gonna find there isn't a better friend
to have by your side.
‐ Yes...
I suppose that is the "Trolly" thing to do...
‐ Hey, nice hat, Dante!
[ whistle ]
‐ Oh...
[ sigh ]
Yes, yes, Trolly, Trolly...
Confound it...
My ball simply must be around here, somewhere...
‐ Hold up!
Dude, look!
Somebody musta dropped a big ol' eclair on the golf course!
I've never seen an eclair that gargantuan, bro!
Ah, we gotta scope out that éclair, like, now!
[ Dante screams ]
‐ Ah, Synth. T'would be a better use of our time
to stay on course, would it not?
‐ But the eclair!
‐ I really must insist...
[ chuckle ]
[ screaming ]
‐ Okay. Truth time, bro.
I've never played golf before. Is it always like this?
‐ Ah, we're lost, Synth!
With no hope of returning to normal size because no one knows where we are!
‐ Oh, yeah. And we missed our chance to see that big ol' eclair!
‐ Ugh...
[ crackling ]
What is that?
[ gasp ]
‐ Sounds straight up monstrous, bro...
‐ Mew.
‐ Oh! Mr. Dinkles.
[ laughing ]
Oh! And our friends!
[ laughing ]
‐ Help! Down here, yo! ‐ Hello! Down here!
‐ No use, bro, we're too tiny.
There's only one thing to do...
Call up your little dudes to play some duh‐duh‐duh‐dubstep!
‐ Wha‐wha‐what?
No!
‐ Huh?
[ chuckle ]
‐ I mean, fun as dubstep would be,
let's save it for a time when our very lives are not in jeopardy, hm?
Though, here's an idea, perhaps with direction,
my "little dudes," as you call them, could get our friends' attention.
♪
‐ Wait a minute...
Aren't those Dante's little dude fellers?
‐ Look! They're coming over! My idea is working!
♪
‐ That's weird. They're making music, but there's no Dante to be found.
Which could only mean...
‐ Ah? ‐ Eh? Eh?
I dunno, he's off somewhere else or something.
‐ Ugh. ‐ Ugh.
‐ Seems reasonable to me.
‐ Mmhmm. ‐ Mmhmm.
‐ May I have this dance?
♪
[ screaming ]
♪
[ screaming ]
‐ Tiny hole in one, baby!
‐ Tiny cannonball, baby!
‐ Jelly‐filled, baby!
Whoo!
‐ Hm, I hope Dante and Synth catch up with us soon.
‐ Ah, I'm sure they're having just as much fun as we are.
[ screaming ]
[ humming ]
‐ Well, dang.
All that dancin' put my hair in a bit of a tizzy...
[ screaming ]
[ groaning ]
‐ I got an idea, bro, gimme that stick wand thing
and I'll start up some duh‐duh‐duh‐duh...
‐ Don't say it.
‐ Dubstep! ‐ No!
Guh! Synth, I'm sorry,
you're a very nice, fun‐loving Troll, but I must be frank,
it was your fun‐loving that got us into this quandary!
I am the conductor and therefore,
I shall remain custodian of the stick‐wand‐thing!
‐ Oh...
Sorry, bro.
Just tryin' to help, you know?
‐ I know.
But I assure you, we shall get out of this mess.
We must simply get closer to Holly!
‐ Here! Over here! ‐ Yo, Holly!
‐ Oh, there you are!
‐ Hey, hey! She sees us!
‐ I've been lookin' all over for you...
favorite hairbrush.
‐ Huh? ‐ Huh?
[ screaming ]
‐ Ugh, lukewarm dang. My hair needs the full treatment.
‐ "Full treatment"? ‐ "Full treatment"?
‐ First, the shampoo.
[ screaming ]
‐ Now we rinse!
[ screaming ]
Time for the curlers!
[ screaming ]
‐ Ah!
Bro!
[ groaning ]
‐ And finally, the hot drier...
‐ No! ‐ No!
[ groaning ]
[ sobbing ]
‐ I just wanted to play itty bitty golf!
‐ Dante, we gotta try my idea.
But you're gonna have to let me use the baton.
‐ But... But... ‐ Dante!
Bro, I'm telling you, I can do it, you've got to give me a chance...
a real chance.
♪
[ sigh ]
Haha! There we go!
Now let's see if your boys can do dubstep.
‐ What?
♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Woo ♪
♪ Can you hear me? ♪
♪ Are you looking? ♪
♪ Make some noise now! ♪
♪ Get loud! ♪
♪ Now everybody Everybody raise your voice ♪
♪ Use whatever you got to make noise ♪
♪ It's an emergency SOS ♪
♪ So everybody do your best ♪
♪ Can you hear me? ♪
♪ Are you looking? ♪
♪ Make some noise now! ♪
♪ Get loud! ♪
♪ Break it down now! ♪♪
‐ Dante's critters? I've never heard them play dubstep before.
Hm... Somethin' ain't right.
♪
‐ We're here, yo!
‐ Help! ‐ Help!
[ gasp ]
POPPY: Thank goodness you found them, Holly,
we had no idea Dante and Synth were in trouble!
‐ Yep, there they were smack dab in my big beautiful hair!
Not that I blame 'em.
‐ We're back! Yay! ‐ Yeah, boy!
[ cheering ]
‐ Thank you for saving us, Synth.
I'm sorry I did not trust you sooner.
You're a fine Troll.
And I cannot think of a better friend to have by my side.
‐ Bro...
‐ Aww! ‐ Aww!
‐ You know...
we never did get to finish that round of golf...
B?
‐ Hm...
It's too quiet.
Gimme something with a beat I can golf to...
‐ Party!
♪
[ cheering ]
♪ Can you hear me? ♪
♪ Are you looking? ♪
♪ Make some noise now! ♪
♪ Get loud! ♪
♪ Now everybody Everybody raise your voice ♪
♪ Use whatever you got to make noise ♪
♪ It's an emergency SOS ♪
♪ So everybody do your best ♪
♪ Can you hear me? ♪
♪ Are you looking? ♪
♪ Make some noise now! ♪
♪ Get loud! ♪
♪ Break it down now! ♪
♪ Woo! ♪
♪ Come on ♪♪