* 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) Trolls, time to blow The Big Bubble!
Present your chewables...!
And chew!
(Val) Heh. Chewin' gum rocks so hard.
And it's good practice for when I gnash my teeth
in defiance of the man.
(grunt)
(Poppy) Yeah, it really is the best.
Don't you think, Dante?
(shivering)
(Dante) The horror.
(Poppy) Dante, where are you going?
(Val) Yeah, where's your gum wad, man?
(Dante) Apologies, you gum en-chew-siasts,
but Dante Crescendo never puts anything in his mouth
that one could describe as a "wad".
You see, when I heard about this "Bubble Blowing Party"
I was picturing...
*
...something very different.
(Poppy) Aw, but don't you wanna be a part
of the biggest bubble ever bubbled?
Let's show 'em, Trolls, blow!
(Dante shivers)
(Dante) Someone wake me from this nightmare!
(Val) C'mon, Dante, stay!
It's good for you to try new things, y'know,
step outside your comfort zone.
(Dante) I'm sorry, Val, you want me to leave a place
called "The Comfort Zone"?
Are you hearing how absurd that sounds?
(bells toll)
Treble my clef, it's finally happening!
The bells are an alarm system designed to alert me
that a moment I've long awaited is finally coming
to pass up in Classical Crest!
It's an event that happens only once every 20 years,
and only for 20 minutes,
the blooming of the rarest flower
known to Classical-kind,
the Organ Orchid.
It makes music so sweet and pure,
they say it causes all who hear it to...
(Val) Let me guess, weep with joy?
(Dante) No, bark like a dog with joy.
(Val) Huh?
(Dante) I know, odd, but that's what they say.
Anyway, I must make haste!
(gasp)
(Val) No, wait, Dante!
-(Dante) Huh? -(Val) In-gumming!
(Dante screams)
(grunting)
(screaming)
(Val) Dude! You gotta relax.
(Dante) Relax? I'm covered in flecks, Val!
-Flecks! -(Val) Yeah, I know.
But you just said you only have 20 minutes
-to get to that orchid. -(Dante) You're right!
I cannot delay!
The musical experience of a lifetime awaits!
Tata!
(scream)
(gasp)
My wings!
(grunting)
They've been gum-promised!
How am I going to get back to the Crest
before the orchid closes?
(Poppy) Um... what about the Metroll?
-(Dante) Hmmm. -(Val) Hmmm.
(whistle)
(Poppy) Try the Dune Huggy?
Maybe the Shroom Bounce?
(Val) Hey! Yeah!
(Dante) Sorry, the what?
(Val) The Shroom Bounce!
The fastest way to boing across TrollsTopia!
(Dante) No! I shan't boing! I shan't!
(Val) Well, I hate to say I told you so, Dante,
but if you wanna get home in time
to hear that organ,
you better step outside your comfort zone,
don'tcha think?
(Dante) Oh, really? Well, if I'd taken that advice,
I wouldn't have stepped away from the Bubble Blowing Party
and we'd both be stuck in a pile of gum
with the other Trolls, don'tcha think?
(Val) Fine! Suit yourself,
but there's no other way to the Crest.
(Dante) Oh, really?
(Dante gasps)
(Dante) Val, look!
A delightfully comfortable hot air balloon!
But, how can this be?
You said there was no other way to the Crest?
Heavens, I guess that can only mean, you were wrong...
(laughing)
(Val) Please!
Look how slow you're going, you'll never make it in time!
(Dante) Pish posh, we can address that.
Excuse me, Madame Balloon,
would you be a dear and apply your foot to the pedal
so as to depress it against the metal, as they say?
(Balloon) You mean go faster?
Hmmm, I guess I could, if I used some "pft."
(Dante) Hear that, Val?
All she has to do is use some...
Sorry, use some what?
(screaming)
The orchid!
I've made it!
(Balloon) Uh, oh. I'm all outta "pft"...
(Dante) Out of what?
(scream)
(groan)
(Val laughs)
(groaning)
(Val) Well, that looked comfortable.
(Dante) Oh. Never mind that.
The point is that I made it here to the Troll Tree,
and now I can simply take a gentle ride
up the elevator to Classical Crest.
(Val) Yeah, you could.
If you hadn't smashed the elevator to bits.
(elevator dings)
(groan)
(gasp)
(Val) Relax...
we have another option.
See, the Pop Trolls built
this maintenance ladder for repairs.
(Dante) Val, this ladder is completely overrun with...
-with... -(Val) Flying sluggy bugs?
Yeah, but they won't hurt you.
They'll just drip slime on you and make you feel super gross.
-(Dante) Oh... -(Val) Okay, up we go!
(Dante) Oh! I would rather boing.
Hold the sousaphone, what is that?
It looks so ooze free.
(Val) What, the maintenance slide?
Yeah, the Pop Trolls built that 'cuz...
slides are sweet.
But, uh, you can't go up a slide.
(Dante) Watch me!
(grunting)
(sobbing)
(Val) Uh, I'm not gonna laugh at you
'cuz, y'know, we're Trolls.
But watching you struggle up that slide
is objectively hilarious.
(Dante) Oh...
(grunting)
(Val) C'mon, Dante,
you should really step out of that comfort zone of yours,
embrace a little slime and come join me on the ladder.
(Dante) Never! I shall overcome!
(grunting)
The exit!
Now who is objectively hilarious.
(laugh)
Huh?
(Val) Oh, right, forgot,
it turns into a water slide from 2:00 to 4:00!
(gasp)
(Dante) No!
(screaming)
(Val) So awesome!
(screaming)
(Val laughs)
-Woo! -(Dante) No!
It would be impossible for me to climb a waterslide!
How will I get to the Orchid now?
I know! I will walk straight up this tree
through sheer willpower!
(Val) What? No way, man.
(groaning)
(Dante) So, that's how it's going to be, eh, gravity?
Then have at you, sir! Have at you!
(Val) Dante! Dante, stop!
(screaming)
(sobbing)
(Dante) It's no use.
I'm going to miss my once-in-a-lifetime chance.
Perhaps you were right, Val,
if I had stepped outside my comfort zone,
I might have made it.
(Val) Sorry, man.
I know I've been giving you a hard time today, but...
I was pulling for you to play that orchid.
And that's not just because I wanted to hear you
bark like a dog with joy. I really...
Huh?
(gasp)
(Dante) Wait... Perhaps there is still a chance.
(laugh)
(Val) Dude, what are you doing?
(Dante) Getting uncomfortable...
(scream)
(laugh)
* Not giving up marching on *
* Bout to be sick But be strong *
* Classical Crest In your sights *
* This is the time You must fight *
* Oh *
* Nothing can stop me *
* No matter how yucky *
* Not giving up *
* See, I'm marching on *
*
Come to me!
* Grimy and drippy *
* About to be sick *
* But determined and strong **
(Dante) Gross.
(elevator dings)
(Val) Check it out!
I was actually able to fix the elevator!
(sigh)
Sorry, not the most hardcore timing.
(Dante) No-no, no apologies, Val.
After all, it's good for me
to step out of my comfort zone.
And now, to play...
(Val) Woah...
*
(Val howls)
(gasp)
(both howl)
(Biggie) Ten Gallon, coming through!
(Poppy) Ten Gall-on!
(Demo) Greetings, Ten Gallon!
(Branch) Hi!
"Ten Gallon"?
*
(laugh)
Since when do we call Gust Ten-Gallon?
(Demo) Since Lownote Jones gave him his new nickname!
(Poppy) Yup! And when Lownote gives you a nickname, it sticks!
(Lownote) You got that right.
You see, Lownote Jones
has a preternatural gift for nicknaming.
Some say it's a manifestation of the cool within me.
Others suggest I am merely a conduit
through which the universe whispers its will.
Either way, every once in a while,
I feel a notion forming inside me,
a tingle shoots down my spine, and then...
(all) Wow...
(Lownote) Smidge.
(gasp)
From this day forward, you shall be known as...
Cutie Pie!
(scream)
(troll 1) Cutie pie!
(troll 2) Greetings, Cutie Pie!
(Biggie) Good Ol' Cutie Pie!
(troll 3) Hey, Cutie Pie!
(Smidge) Yay!
(Branch) So, hypothetically speaking, what if you...
wanted to choose your own nickname?
(all gasp)
(Poppy) Choose your own nickname?
Ugh, it's so awkward, so forced!
(Smidge) Cutie Pie does not approve!
(Lownote) A Troll must never pick
their own nickname, Branch.
Otherwise, they might end up with a monicker
that does not truly fit them
and risk consequences most unspeakable.
(Branch) Heh. That's what I thought.
Who would wanna choose their own nickname?
(laughing)
(Lownote) It is good to laugh.
(Branch) Okay! Bye, Lownote!
This is my chance, Poppy! I can finally make it happen!
(Poppy) Oh, no, Branch, not this again...
(Demo) Sorry, what's "this"?
(Poppy) Please don't ask,
'cuz he's just gonna get all dramatic and--
(Branch) It was a long time ago...
Back in my bunker days.
There was no one to give me a nickname,
so I had to create one for myself...
So, I filled journal after journal
with the possibilities...
Branch-meister, Brazz-matazz, Johnny Bunker...
And then, like lightning, it struck me...
(gasp)
The nickname of all nicknames...
Ace.
(Demo) It's so beautiful.
(Branch) I know.
(sigh)
(Branch) It exudes confidence and commands respect.
Ace is the Troll you call
when someone has to get the job done.
(Poppy) Branch! You're already that Troll.
People respect you and ask you for help all the time!
(Branch) Yeah, but c'mon, Poppy, if you're in a pinch
and can only call one Troll, is it gonna be Branch?
Or Ace?
(Poppy) Branch. Obviously.
(Branch) Mmm?
(Poppy) Gah! Fine!
Based on name alone, I'd call Ace!
(Branch) Heh... Ace closed.
(Poppy) But, Branch, you heard what Lownote said,
you can't pick your own nickname.
You're tampering with forces you don't understand.
Tell him, Demo!
(Demo) Actually, Poppy, for a nickname like Ace,
I kinda think he should tamper.
In fact, I'd be happy to tamper with you!
(both) Tamper Twins!
(Poppy) What?
(Branch) Relax.
I'm not gonna pick my nickname, Lownote will.
We're just gonna give him a nudge in the "ace" direction.
(both) Mmm?
(Branch) Well, another four aces from me, fellas.
(all groan)
(Demo) Branch, how do you keep getting so many aces?
(Branch) Well, I guess I'm just an ace kind of Troll.
(all) Woah!
(Lownote) Wait!
Seeing such an impossible number of aces played by one Troll,
I, I feel a notion forming inside of me...
(Branch) Here it comes...
(Lownote) Branch...
are you cheating?
(all grunt)
(Branch) No, I, uh...
(scream)
Ah! Here it is!
Wait until I show Lownote
this test I took for Poppy's macro-hugonomics crash course.
(Demo) Ah, I see you aced it.
(both) Mmmm?
(Branch) Lownote!
Check it out! 100%!
You might say that I...
(Lownote) Got all the answers right?
(Branch) Yes...
And when someone does that, you might say that they...
(Lownote) Took time to review the concepts being tested?
(grunt)
(Branch) Sure, but as a result...
(Lownote) You learned that hard work pays off!
Improved your self-esteem?
Earned the respect of your peers?
(Branch) Gah! Come on!
(humming)
(gasp)
(Lownote) Branch... You look so...
(Branch) Confident? Capable?
Like the type of Troll that walks the razor-thin line
between pure risk and absolute control...
or whatever.
(Lownote) Wow...
(Demo) And cue the fan...
the music...
*
(Lownote) Wow!
(Demo) And now, the ace in the hole...
*
(gasp)
(Lownote) Wait! Something's happening...
Branch, from this day forward you shall be known as...
Ace.
(Branch) Wow!
(gasp)
(Cooper) An Ace walks among us.
(troll 1) Yo, Ace!
(troll 2) Ace!
(Biggie) Ace man!
(troll 3) Hey, Ace.
* Here he comes *
* Bet you can't look away *
* He's got the moves *
* Yeah, he's our Ace *
* He gets it done *
* With no delay *
* He sets the groove *
* Yeah, he's our Ace *
* Ace is the man *
* The man with a plan *
* Ace gets it done *
* The top Troll number one *
* Ace keeps it cool *
* He always knows what to do *
* When you need someone To save the day *
* Just call on Ace **
(troll 5) Ace!
(troll 6) Looking good, Ace!
(troll 7) You the Troll, Ace!
(Branch) Ah, it's good to be Ace, Poppy.
Sorry, Ace needs to switch sides so Ace's hand doesn't get sore.
(Poppy) Ugh, I don't know, Branch.
I'm worried about what Lownote said.
It still feels to me like you picked your own name.
(Branch) Well, Ace remains unconcerned.
(Lownote) Say, Ace? Don't mean to bother you,
but I could use your help with a little problem.
(Branch) Eh?
(sigh)
Can't say I'm surprised, Lownote.
After all, I am the Troll you call
when someone has to get the job done.
Troll-y moley, what is this?
(Lownote) Those are energy-sucking diptera
from sector 12, aka glow-squitos.
If they drain too much power from the ship,
it's going down.
So, you and I are going to fly up there on hover boards
and whack' em back through the wormholes with these!
(Branch) But isn't there a Funk Troll
that might be better equipped for this?
(Lownote) Absolutely! But none of them are named Ace.
(scream)
(Branch) Umm...
(screaming)
(groaning)
(screaming)
(Lownote) Huh?
Well now, normally this would be a truly terrifying situation.
But we've got something those glowsquitos don't have...
(Branch) No, Lownote, please don't say it...
(Lownote) Ace!
(Branch) No!
(Lownote) Uh... Are you okay?
Ace?
(Branch) I'm not Ace, Lownote.
I manipulated you into giving me that nickname.
(Lownote) Wh-what? You mean, you...
(Branch) Yes, I picked it myself.
It was forced and awkward,
and you warned me about the consequences
but I didn't listen.
(Lownote) Well, in that case,
please excuse this momentary lapse of cool but...
Lownote to space ship, Lownote to space ship,
we are facing total annihilation, over.
Sorry, really lost my head there.
(laugh)
(Funk Troll) We'll take it from here.
(both) Whoa!
(sigh)
(scream)
(groan)
(Branch) Sorry for the mess, Lownote.
I see now I was tampering with forces
I didn't fully understand.
It's definitely back to Branch for me.
(Lownote) Wait!
I'm getting something.
A new nickname...
(both) Whoa!
(Lownote) Branch, from this day forward
you shall be known as...
Skippy Two Shoes!
Yeah, sorry, Universe,
but there's no way I'm calling him that.
-(Poppy) Oh, thank you. -(Branch) Yeah, Branch is fine.
(Demo) Yo! Skippy Two Shoes!
(Branch groans)
* He's got the moves *
* Yeah, he's our Ace *
* He gets it done *
* With no delay *
* He sets the groove *
* Yeah, he's our Ace *
* Ace is the man *
* The man with a plan *
* Ace gets it done *
* The top troll number one *
* Ace keeps it cool *
* He always knows what to do *
* When you need someone To save the day *
* Just call on Ace **