Trolls: The Beat Goes On! (2018) s01e04 Episode Script
Bad News Bergens ; Unhealthy Competition
1 Put your hair up in the air Live it up Every day you wake up singing Turn it up The party's just beginning All together you and me Hair in the air, we're a family We got everything we need Hair in the air 'Cause we're proud to be Celebrating who we are Yeah, we made it through the dark Harmony is everywhere Put your hair up in the air Ah, ah, ah, ah Put your hair up in the air Hello, sir.
How are you today? - Ma'am, do you have a second to - No.
Oh, oh, sir! Just a moment of your time? - Forget it.
- No? Hello, sir.
As queen of the Trolls, I'm out with my people trying to bond with the Bergen community.
Can I interest you in a free high five today? - Hmm.
- Please, please, please, please.
Huh.
That seemed intentional.
But, sir! With high fives, you don't just give something.
You get something at the same time! Ta-da! I don't get it.
Why won't they just give us a measly high five? I'd even settle for a high one.
Poppy, we shouldn't have to try so hard to make the Bergens be better friends with us.
Let's just go.
Yeah, you've been at this all day.
I'm worn out just watching you.
Besides, Bergens just aren't high five kind of people.
There! That's the kind of camaraderie I'm looking for.
That was beautiful.
Okay, but those are Bergenball players.
What's Bergenball? Ah, yes, Bergenball, a traditional Bergen game passed down through generations.
Teams of four use racquet-looking things to alternate whacking a ball against a wall.
So racquetball? No, Bergenball.
Pay attention.
And every time your opponent misses, you score.
High fives! Is she okay? Oh, that? Nah.
She's just in one of her mental scrapbooks.
Give it time.
We've got to play that game! And it's official.
We're a Bergenball team, and it looks like our lucky opponent/new BFF is Groth's team! Up top, fellow Bergenballer.
- Um, no.
- No, really.
We signed the sheet and everything.
So let the camaraderie flow! Ha.
These rookies want to be our friends.
That was a good one.
That was very funny.
Biggie, he's being mean.
Huh? Using laughter To be mean? - Hold me, Mr.
Dinkles! - Meep.
Ha! You don't get to be one of us by signing up.
You earn it by giving us a good game.
And I doubt puny trolls can compete with 1,200 pounds of pure Bergen athleticism.
Well, fun fact: Trolls are pretty awesome athletes, too.
Whoo-hoo! Games! Ha! I guess it's on, then.
- I've got it! I've got it! - Did your mama teach you to be lame, or were you born that way? Uh is there a third option? Meep.
Just as I thought.
You can't even handle a half-speed warm-up volley.
But feel free to send a postcard from Loserville, Trolls! Poppy, these guys play too fierce for us.
Please, can we just let this go? No! We joined this league to make friends.
And if we got to change the way that we play to do that, so be it.
Team, we've got the basics of Bergenball down, but we're missing one ingredient called fierce.
Oh! And we have to learn to be fierce if we have any chance of giving them a good game tomorrow.
What do you say? Meow! We're the fiercest kitty cats in Troll Village.
Okay new idea.
What we need is to trash-talk.
You know, throw the Bergens off their game.
Watch and learn.
You're nothin', Branch! I eat Trolls like you for breakfast.
Blammo! Now you try.
Biggie, I usually skip breakfast, but my favorite lunch food is sandwiches.
We can split one sometime if you want! Blammo! I accept.
Pachow! I don't know about their game, but that'll throw them off of something.
All right, we're gonna dig deep to find our inner fierce.
So take your time, and try to think of one thing that makes you really mad.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Smidge, you heard me say "mad," right? Um, Poppy, I might have one.
I do tend to get a little cross when I forget to make enough muffins for everyone.
Okay, good.
Now, imagine you did make enough, but the Bergens ate them just to be mean.
- What? - I know! And then they spit them on the ground! And stomped on them! And no one could have any! What would you do? I'd I'd I'd make them suffer! That's it! Again! Oh, my guh! Angrier! What? I got caught up in the moment.
No, we liked it.
Now let's tear those muffin wreckers apart! Now, that's more like it.
Please don't let us get slaughtered in this game tomorrow.
Please don't let us get slaughtered in this game tomorrow.
This game is a slaughter! Whoo! The surprisingly fierce Trolls are shocking the world and running away with this game! And it's Branch with the cool breeze.
Oh! And now Smidge goes in for the Bergen blackout.
My mama called your mama and told her you have terrible manners.
She did? There goes Poppy.
Bam! Makes it look easy.
And that's halftime.
Well, Poppy, I got to say, this wasn't a total disaster.
Wow.
I'm overwhelmed.
Now, time to warm up that high-fivin' hand.
Groth, my man.
Heck of a game out there so far, eh? We never should've let you play in the first place.
Losing makes me want to throw stuff! But you said if we gave you a good game, we could join you in some camaraderie! Whoa! Gristle, I don't get it.
We tried so hard to do exactly what they wanted, and they're not any friendlier.
Yeah, well, Bergens are terrible sports, so if you want them to not be upset, you should maybe try a different approach.
Whoa! Team, forget everything I said up until now.
We got to lose this thing.
Lose? But we're destroying them.
I've never felt so alive.
I know, but we played too fierce, and now they hate us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, so just because they have bad attitudes, you want us to change everything we're doing just so they'll like us more? Ooh, ooh, ooh, yes, yes! Exactly that.
Did everyone hear what Branch just said? We heard him, but, Poppy, losing on purpose doesn't feel right.
Yeah.
But if you think it's best I do.
I know it is, gang.
Now, let's hear it on three.
- One, two, three! - Lose! Oh, no.
I accidentally tripped.
Don't know how I missed that.
Darn.
Forgot how my arms and legs work.
Oh! What you got now? Oh! And in an unexpected chain of events, the Trolls are blowing this game.
- What a Troll! - You are terrible at this game! Yeah.
You're right.
Guess those first 20 points were just beginner's luck.
Down low, little lady.
Not a chance.
That's it.
Time-out! Team, I've made a decision.
You know how I said to forget what I said before? Forget that I said that.
- Huh? - I don't understand, Poppy.
Are we losing on purpose wrong? Ugh! No.
I'm the one doing something wrong, trying to appease these guys.
We shouldn't have to try so hard to make them like us.
So what do you say we get out of here? Sure.
We could go home.
Or we could play.
Like, really play.
Meow! And hello! With just moments left on the clock, it looks like the Trolls just woke up from their nap! Game over! The Trolls win! Which, for you Bergens listening, I was totally not rooting for.
- Yeah! - Whoo-hoo! Hey, that was a lot of fun.
You guys did great out there.
Wait, what? Yeah.
Awesome time, guys.
And seriously, that wasn't easy.
You guys could teach us a lot about this game.
I don't get it.
I wanted to throw stuff, but suddenly I don't want to throw stuff.
Gah! What is this feeling? We we we lost, and yet I-I don't feel bad about it because You didn't make me feel bad about it.
So does this mean we gave you a good game? It's happening.
Oh, my guh.
I can feel the camaraderie! It has begun.
Whoo-hoo! Whee! Aww.
I missed you guys so much since last season.
Now prepare to die, you tasty little devils.
In other announcements, the water park is closed while we unclog a massive hair ball - Meep.
- again.
Also, be on the lookout.
Strange growls have been heard in the forest.
Current theories include: dangerous predator, earthquake, or Okay! Mystery solved.
Up next, and please Don't freak out when I say this but Smidge's Stoutberry Juice is available at the market.
Three two.
No need to push, friends.
Mama Smidge has plenty to go around.
Smidge! Smidge! Smidge! Smidge! - Yeah! - Thanks, Smidge.
Your juice is so good, it's the only thing Chenille and I agree on.
No, it's the only thing we don't disagree on.
I love your stoutberry juice so much, it's practically family.
I now pronounce you Troll and juice.
You may kiss the bride.
Janice! Dang.
Our love affair is doomed from the start, juice.
And I'm fine with it! You're a machine, Smidge.
How do you not get worn out by squeezing all those berries? I just love getting to do something nice for everyone, something only I can do.
Ladies and gentlemen, Trolls of all ages, Guy Diamond Incorporated proudly presents the taste sensation that's sweeping Troll nation Glitterade! Say hello to Glitterade! The stoutberry juice you know and love, with one secret ingredient but I'll never tell.
Juice and glitter? Très chic.
I want to disagree, but I can't.
Chic upheld.
Smidge it's okay.
Breathe.
I know someone else providing juice might feel threatening but it's a big market, right? Plenty of thirsty Trolls for everyone.
Smidge? Hey.
Flashy presentation there, Guy.
But did you say this is made with stoutberries? 'Cause everybody knows I'm the only Troll strong enough to juice stoutberries.
I thought so, too, Smidge, but then I realized, there's more than one way to skin a berry.
Observe.
Spa-loosh! Guy? A word? Something on your mind, Smidge? Me? Oh, no.
I just wanted to say how sorry I am about your juice stand.
It's too bad you have to shut it down.
Uh, shut it down? You know, 'cause you realized stoutberry juice is my thing, silly.
I see.
Smidge, I wasn't trying to take your thing.
I Uh-uh-uh.
No need for apologies.
Okay, good luck with your next venture.
Bye-bye! Oh, no.
This is not over.
Look, Smidge, I got into the juice game 'cause it looked fun, and, frankly, I like the attention.
And I am not leaving just 'cause you say so.
Shut it down, or I'll shut it down for you.
Bring it on.
It's hug time! Glitterade open for business, y'all! Come, take your tongue skydiving through a lightning storm of flavor! - Mmm! - Or get a Berry Juice.
This way! You know, I thought I wanted Glitterade, but that sign has some crazy power over me.
Oh, it spins, too? You don't play fair, sign.
Slow your roll, Trolls! And get an eyeful of this.
I mean, well, I can't not follow a silly tall dude flappin' in the wind.
I'm not made of stone.
Attention, attention.
Berry Juice now available in our overwhelming new size, the Big Smidge! 'Cause there's nothing better than drinking cool, refreshing juice than drinking one-third your body weight in cool, refreshing juice.
You call that overwhelming? Then clearly you haven't taken a drink from the Glitter Cannon! Oh, oh, oh! Move! That's right.
It's your friendly neighborhood Berry Juice bug.
Now the juice comes to you! How's about some Glitterade? Proud sponsor of the Glitterade Blimp.
Whoo! Oh, yeah! Berry Juice? Berry Juice? Berry Juice? Berry Juice? My bad! Uh, kind of hard to steer.
That's it.
No more Mrs.
Nice Smidge.
This is a job for Professor Happy Smile Times! Hello, stranger.
Care to tango with a taste tornado? Indeed.
After all, I am just a naïve Troll who is easily impressed by style over substance.
Compliment accepted.
In fact, I'd like to order eight barrels of Glitterade for a party I'm having in Misty Meadows today, ASAP.
Misty Meadows? That'd take all day.
And I-I have so many customers.
- Hi! - Too bad.
I'm inviting 500 VIP creatures from the forest, and you'd certainly be the center of attention.
Center of attention? Sorry! We're closed.
I'll take the job, stranger.
Hyah! Well, well, well.
Guess that guy really doesn't value his customers.
Oh, well.
Who's thirsty? Attention, Trolls! Emergency announcement update.
The growls heard recently were not King Peppy.
They were Growl beasts.
Don't worry, we've spotted the herd, and they're headed away from the village towards Misty Meadows.
So, please, no Troll should go near Misty Meadows for any reason.
Misty Meadows? Hello? Anybody here for a party? Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Guy! Guy Diamond! Well, well, well.
The competition.
Guy, you got to get out of here.
- Growl beasts are headed this way.
- Ha! You really think I'm that dumb? Sorry, but I have it on authority of a weird stranger that 500 VIPs are partying out here in the middle of nowhere, and OMG, that was you.
You lied about VIPs? Is nothing sacred? Uh, I wouldn't have lied if you hadn't stolen my thing and Talk to the hair, Smidge.
Talk to the hair.
- No.
Don't go, Guy.
It's dangerous! - So what? I'd rather face an entire herd of Growl beasts than spend another minute with a backstabber like you, Smidge.
Aah! Nope! Wrong! I was wrong.
Aah! Look, Guy, this is all my fault.
But I'm sure we can get out of it if we do what we do best.
- Hmm? - Sell juice.
Hmm.
- Ha! - Ah! I'm so hungry.
But the only thing to eat is the flesh and blood of smaller creatures.
Oh, well.
I guess my life is just terrible.
Not anymore! - Mr.
Glitter? - The one and only! Here to tame that hunger with the effervescent power of Glitterade! Wow! If "joy-tastic" was a word, this would taste joy-tastic! And that's not all.
Glitterade is also known to reduce excessive shedding and other conditions related to eating Trolls, like color blindness, night boredom, the sudden urge to gamble, and chronic bad breath.
Chronic bad breath! So drink Glitterade! The number-one alternative to eating Trolls.
Yeah! What do you know? We actually make a pretty good team.
No doubt.
Maybe from now on, we should be making juice together.
Nah.
How are you today? - Ma'am, do you have a second to - No.
Oh, oh, sir! Just a moment of your time? - Forget it.
- No? Hello, sir.
As queen of the Trolls, I'm out with my people trying to bond with the Bergen community.
Can I interest you in a free high five today? - Hmm.
- Please, please, please, please.
Huh.
That seemed intentional.
But, sir! With high fives, you don't just give something.
You get something at the same time! Ta-da! I don't get it.
Why won't they just give us a measly high five? I'd even settle for a high one.
Poppy, we shouldn't have to try so hard to make the Bergens be better friends with us.
Let's just go.
Yeah, you've been at this all day.
I'm worn out just watching you.
Besides, Bergens just aren't high five kind of people.
There! That's the kind of camaraderie I'm looking for.
That was beautiful.
Okay, but those are Bergenball players.
What's Bergenball? Ah, yes, Bergenball, a traditional Bergen game passed down through generations.
Teams of four use racquet-looking things to alternate whacking a ball against a wall.
So racquetball? No, Bergenball.
Pay attention.
And every time your opponent misses, you score.
High fives! Is she okay? Oh, that? Nah.
She's just in one of her mental scrapbooks.
Give it time.
We've got to play that game! And it's official.
We're a Bergenball team, and it looks like our lucky opponent/new BFF is Groth's team! Up top, fellow Bergenballer.
- Um, no.
- No, really.
We signed the sheet and everything.
So let the camaraderie flow! Ha.
These rookies want to be our friends.
That was a good one.
That was very funny.
Biggie, he's being mean.
Huh? Using laughter To be mean? - Hold me, Mr.
Dinkles! - Meep.
Ha! You don't get to be one of us by signing up.
You earn it by giving us a good game.
And I doubt puny trolls can compete with 1,200 pounds of pure Bergen athleticism.
Well, fun fact: Trolls are pretty awesome athletes, too.
Whoo-hoo! Games! Ha! I guess it's on, then.
- I've got it! I've got it! - Did your mama teach you to be lame, or were you born that way? Uh is there a third option? Meep.
Just as I thought.
You can't even handle a half-speed warm-up volley.
But feel free to send a postcard from Loserville, Trolls! Poppy, these guys play too fierce for us.
Please, can we just let this go? No! We joined this league to make friends.
And if we got to change the way that we play to do that, so be it.
Team, we've got the basics of Bergenball down, but we're missing one ingredient called fierce.
Oh! And we have to learn to be fierce if we have any chance of giving them a good game tomorrow.
What do you say? Meow! We're the fiercest kitty cats in Troll Village.
Okay new idea.
What we need is to trash-talk.
You know, throw the Bergens off their game.
Watch and learn.
You're nothin', Branch! I eat Trolls like you for breakfast.
Blammo! Now you try.
Biggie, I usually skip breakfast, but my favorite lunch food is sandwiches.
We can split one sometime if you want! Blammo! I accept.
Pachow! I don't know about their game, but that'll throw them off of something.
All right, we're gonna dig deep to find our inner fierce.
So take your time, and try to think of one thing that makes you really mad.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Smidge, you heard me say "mad," right? Um, Poppy, I might have one.
I do tend to get a little cross when I forget to make enough muffins for everyone.
Okay, good.
Now, imagine you did make enough, but the Bergens ate them just to be mean.
- What? - I know! And then they spit them on the ground! And stomped on them! And no one could have any! What would you do? I'd I'd I'd make them suffer! That's it! Again! Oh, my guh! Angrier! What? I got caught up in the moment.
No, we liked it.
Now let's tear those muffin wreckers apart! Now, that's more like it.
Please don't let us get slaughtered in this game tomorrow.
Please don't let us get slaughtered in this game tomorrow.
This game is a slaughter! Whoo! The surprisingly fierce Trolls are shocking the world and running away with this game! And it's Branch with the cool breeze.
Oh! And now Smidge goes in for the Bergen blackout.
My mama called your mama and told her you have terrible manners.
She did? There goes Poppy.
Bam! Makes it look easy.
And that's halftime.
Well, Poppy, I got to say, this wasn't a total disaster.
Wow.
I'm overwhelmed.
Now, time to warm up that high-fivin' hand.
Groth, my man.
Heck of a game out there so far, eh? We never should've let you play in the first place.
Losing makes me want to throw stuff! But you said if we gave you a good game, we could join you in some camaraderie! Whoa! Gristle, I don't get it.
We tried so hard to do exactly what they wanted, and they're not any friendlier.
Yeah, well, Bergens are terrible sports, so if you want them to not be upset, you should maybe try a different approach.
Whoa! Team, forget everything I said up until now.
We got to lose this thing.
Lose? But we're destroying them.
I've never felt so alive.
I know, but we played too fierce, and now they hate us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, so just because they have bad attitudes, you want us to change everything we're doing just so they'll like us more? Ooh, ooh, ooh, yes, yes! Exactly that.
Did everyone hear what Branch just said? We heard him, but, Poppy, losing on purpose doesn't feel right.
Yeah.
But if you think it's best I do.
I know it is, gang.
Now, let's hear it on three.
- One, two, three! - Lose! Oh, no.
I accidentally tripped.
Don't know how I missed that.
Darn.
Forgot how my arms and legs work.
Oh! What you got now? Oh! And in an unexpected chain of events, the Trolls are blowing this game.
- What a Troll! - You are terrible at this game! Yeah.
You're right.
Guess those first 20 points were just beginner's luck.
Down low, little lady.
Not a chance.
That's it.
Time-out! Team, I've made a decision.
You know how I said to forget what I said before? Forget that I said that.
- Huh? - I don't understand, Poppy.
Are we losing on purpose wrong? Ugh! No.
I'm the one doing something wrong, trying to appease these guys.
We shouldn't have to try so hard to make them like us.
So what do you say we get out of here? Sure.
We could go home.
Or we could play.
Like, really play.
Meow! And hello! With just moments left on the clock, it looks like the Trolls just woke up from their nap! Game over! The Trolls win! Which, for you Bergens listening, I was totally not rooting for.
- Yeah! - Whoo-hoo! Hey, that was a lot of fun.
You guys did great out there.
Wait, what? Yeah.
Awesome time, guys.
And seriously, that wasn't easy.
You guys could teach us a lot about this game.
I don't get it.
I wanted to throw stuff, but suddenly I don't want to throw stuff.
Gah! What is this feeling? We we we lost, and yet I-I don't feel bad about it because You didn't make me feel bad about it.
So does this mean we gave you a good game? It's happening.
Oh, my guh.
I can feel the camaraderie! It has begun.
Whoo-hoo! Whee! Aww.
I missed you guys so much since last season.
Now prepare to die, you tasty little devils.
In other announcements, the water park is closed while we unclog a massive hair ball - Meep.
- again.
Also, be on the lookout.
Strange growls have been heard in the forest.
Current theories include: dangerous predator, earthquake, or Okay! Mystery solved.
Up next, and please Don't freak out when I say this but Smidge's Stoutberry Juice is available at the market.
Three two.
No need to push, friends.
Mama Smidge has plenty to go around.
Smidge! Smidge! Smidge! Smidge! - Yeah! - Thanks, Smidge.
Your juice is so good, it's the only thing Chenille and I agree on.
No, it's the only thing we don't disagree on.
I love your stoutberry juice so much, it's practically family.
I now pronounce you Troll and juice.
You may kiss the bride.
Janice! Dang.
Our love affair is doomed from the start, juice.
And I'm fine with it! You're a machine, Smidge.
How do you not get worn out by squeezing all those berries? I just love getting to do something nice for everyone, something only I can do.
Ladies and gentlemen, Trolls of all ages, Guy Diamond Incorporated proudly presents the taste sensation that's sweeping Troll nation Glitterade! Say hello to Glitterade! The stoutberry juice you know and love, with one secret ingredient but I'll never tell.
Juice and glitter? Très chic.
I want to disagree, but I can't.
Chic upheld.
Smidge it's okay.
Breathe.
I know someone else providing juice might feel threatening but it's a big market, right? Plenty of thirsty Trolls for everyone.
Smidge? Hey.
Flashy presentation there, Guy.
But did you say this is made with stoutberries? 'Cause everybody knows I'm the only Troll strong enough to juice stoutberries.
I thought so, too, Smidge, but then I realized, there's more than one way to skin a berry.
Observe.
Spa-loosh! Guy? A word? Something on your mind, Smidge? Me? Oh, no.
I just wanted to say how sorry I am about your juice stand.
It's too bad you have to shut it down.
Uh, shut it down? You know, 'cause you realized stoutberry juice is my thing, silly.
I see.
Smidge, I wasn't trying to take your thing.
I Uh-uh-uh.
No need for apologies.
Okay, good luck with your next venture.
Bye-bye! Oh, no.
This is not over.
Look, Smidge, I got into the juice game 'cause it looked fun, and, frankly, I like the attention.
And I am not leaving just 'cause you say so.
Shut it down, or I'll shut it down for you.
Bring it on.
It's hug time! Glitterade open for business, y'all! Come, take your tongue skydiving through a lightning storm of flavor! - Mmm! - Or get a Berry Juice.
This way! You know, I thought I wanted Glitterade, but that sign has some crazy power over me.
Oh, it spins, too? You don't play fair, sign.
Slow your roll, Trolls! And get an eyeful of this.
I mean, well, I can't not follow a silly tall dude flappin' in the wind.
I'm not made of stone.
Attention, attention.
Berry Juice now available in our overwhelming new size, the Big Smidge! 'Cause there's nothing better than drinking cool, refreshing juice than drinking one-third your body weight in cool, refreshing juice.
You call that overwhelming? Then clearly you haven't taken a drink from the Glitter Cannon! Oh, oh, oh! Move! That's right.
It's your friendly neighborhood Berry Juice bug.
Now the juice comes to you! How's about some Glitterade? Proud sponsor of the Glitterade Blimp.
Whoo! Oh, yeah! Berry Juice? Berry Juice? Berry Juice? Berry Juice? My bad! Uh, kind of hard to steer.
That's it.
No more Mrs.
Nice Smidge.
This is a job for Professor Happy Smile Times! Hello, stranger.
Care to tango with a taste tornado? Indeed.
After all, I am just a naïve Troll who is easily impressed by style over substance.
Compliment accepted.
In fact, I'd like to order eight barrels of Glitterade for a party I'm having in Misty Meadows today, ASAP.
Misty Meadows? That'd take all day.
And I-I have so many customers.
- Hi! - Too bad.
I'm inviting 500 VIP creatures from the forest, and you'd certainly be the center of attention.
Center of attention? Sorry! We're closed.
I'll take the job, stranger.
Hyah! Well, well, well.
Guess that guy really doesn't value his customers.
Oh, well.
Who's thirsty? Attention, Trolls! Emergency announcement update.
The growls heard recently were not King Peppy.
They were Growl beasts.
Don't worry, we've spotted the herd, and they're headed away from the village towards Misty Meadows.
So, please, no Troll should go near Misty Meadows for any reason.
Misty Meadows? Hello? Anybody here for a party? Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Guy! Guy Diamond! Well, well, well.
The competition.
Guy, you got to get out of here.
- Growl beasts are headed this way.
- Ha! You really think I'm that dumb? Sorry, but I have it on authority of a weird stranger that 500 VIPs are partying out here in the middle of nowhere, and OMG, that was you.
You lied about VIPs? Is nothing sacred? Uh, I wouldn't have lied if you hadn't stolen my thing and Talk to the hair, Smidge.
Talk to the hair.
- No.
Don't go, Guy.
It's dangerous! - So what? I'd rather face an entire herd of Growl beasts than spend another minute with a backstabber like you, Smidge.
Aah! Nope! Wrong! I was wrong.
Aah! Look, Guy, this is all my fault.
But I'm sure we can get out of it if we do what we do best.
- Hmm? - Sell juice.
Hmm.
- Ha! - Ah! I'm so hungry.
But the only thing to eat is the flesh and blood of smaller creatures.
Oh, well.
I guess my life is just terrible.
Not anymore! - Mr.
Glitter? - The one and only! Here to tame that hunger with the effervescent power of Glitterade! Wow! If "joy-tastic" was a word, this would taste joy-tastic! And that's not all.
Glitterade is also known to reduce excessive shedding and other conditions related to eating Trolls, like color blindness, night boredom, the sudden urge to gamble, and chronic bad breath.
Chronic bad breath! So drink Glitterade! The number-one alternative to eating Trolls.
Yeah! What do you know? We actually make a pretty good team.
No doubt.
Maybe from now on, we should be making juice together.
Nah.