Trolls: The Beat Goes On! (2018) s02e03 Episode Script
Big Poppy ; Neighbor War
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 It's that time again, y'all.
Two rivals rapping the only way Trolls know how.
It's a compliment battle! Uh, this guy is the greatest Beyond all compare Makes me wish I had three thumbs To put in the air - Oh! - That's right.
Nobody's like you, baby.
Ha.
It's so hard to describe How much I like you You're like a taller me With a higher IQ Oh, yes, she did! Einstein's got nothing on you I go insane in your presence You make my brain Topsy-turvy Till I fall onto my knees Screaming, "I'm not worthy!" Stick that in your self-esteem and boost it! Whoo-hoo! That was tight! Very tight! And now our reigning champ, with 49 straight victories, Master Controll.
- Yeah! - Ooh! Flatter that Troll, Master C.
Flatter her real good.
Yo, yo.
This girl is so tough She'd be good in a tussle Yo, is that a mountain? No, wait, that's her muscle Oh, man! That's what I'm talking about! Whoo-whoo! You're so impressive I wanna be your best bud When you walk into a room I'm like, "Oh, my Guh" Uh-huh.
Yo, yo.
I admire you so much I can't find the words to say So instead here's a gift Now have a nice day That's it, son.
That's how it's done, bro! Well, looks like the winner and still champion Is Master Controll.
Hey, guys, don't forget to be back for another battle next week.
What's the point? Master Controll always wins.
And the other person always loses! Ooh, good point, Cooper.
Mm.
Yo, Controll, my man, I'm losing my audience.
How 'bout stepping down and giving someone else a chance to win? I'm the compliment king, son.
I rule this Troll City.
I'll never quit.
By the way, you look pretty.
The only Troll that can rap me off this stage is too scared to even try.
Tell Big Poppy I said hello.
Ohhh! "Tell Big Poppy I said hello"? He actually said that? - Mm-hmm.
- Oh, this is bad.
So bad! Go to your happy place, Poppy.
Come on, come on.
Everything's gonna be okay! Ah, that's the stuff.
What did Master Control mean by "Big Poppy"? It was a name I used to go by, my rapping name.
Back then, Master Controll and I were rivals Uh! Come on! Big Poppy! This guy's odor's so pleasant So fresh and so sweet From the smell of his breath to Dang, that's your feet? It was the best battle ever, until I got lost in the rhyming and did the worst thing a Troll can do And your hair is so thick I could swear it's a wig With all you got goin' on Too bad your ears are so big I accidentally insulted him.
Yo, dog, if you don't have somethin' nice to throw down, don't throw down nothin' at all.
- A'ight? - Yeah! I was horrified by what I'd done.
So I ran, never to see Master Controll or the rap scene ever again.
Whoa.
That's so great! Great? You're a good enough rapper to beat Master Controll and save my show! No, DJ.
I vowed never to battle again.
I can't risk insulting someone.
Please, Poppy, this battle is so important to me.
It's the first show I ever DJ'd.
Aww.
I can't let it die now.
Are you playing that music to mess with my emotions? That depends.
Is it working? Okay, okay! I won't battle but I promise I'll find someone who can.
Okay! We're auditioning to find a new rap champion.
DJ, spin it! Oh, yeah It's on, y'all We're gonna rap battle Next! Oh, my sister is Chenille And her rhymes are so relentless She knows me so well She can finish this - I'm not doing this.
- Next! Sky, moon, rain, clouds Visions of a subtle sound Hurricane, Frappuccino Let's all go play b-b-bingo Next! Mm, take that and that! Oh, and you know you can't handle this.
Uh Oh, oh, you meant the other kind of "rap battle"? I am confused! Ow! An entire week of searching, and nothing.
Face it, Poppy, you're the only one who has a shot to beat Master Controll tonight.
There's gotta be some Troll out there who can improvise compliments in time.
There once was a worm named Dinkles, with eyes like a star when it twinkles.
He was charming and then some and so very handsome and sweet like a cupcake with sprinkles.
Yay! Biggie? What are you doing? Oh, hello, Poppy, DJ.
Just a game we play where we make up poems.
You do one, Mr.
D.
Meep.
Well Bit vulgar for my taste, but you get the idea.
Hmm.
Now, all you have to do is make up a friendly poem about him.
A friendly poem.
Oh, my.
This feels so right.
You have the face of an angel Sent from heaven On a scale from one to ten You're an 11 Better! Now more attitude! Hmm.
I think I can do this.
Aha! You look so sweet I could eat you like a glutton Or sew you onto my vest 'Cause you're cute as a button Dang, I think we've got a contender.
Stay here.
I gotta spread the word! I love you so much You bring me to tears I love your beautiful smile And your eyes and your big, floppy ears Meep! No, Biggie, he's sensitive about his about his ears.
But I like his ears.
Happy! Uh, Poppy, you're sort of freaking me out.
Listen to me, Biggie, if you don't watch everything you say tonight, you could end up like me haunted by the shame of hurting another Troll till the day you die.
Well, surely not until the day I Till the day you die! So be very, very careful with your words.
And have fun with it! Biggie! Biggie! Biggie! Biggie! Come on, Biggie, show up, show up.
Poppy, this crowd is huge! If Biggie can defeat Controll, I think my show will be saved.
Wait.
Where is Biggie? Uh, just running a few minutes late.
But he'll be here, trust me.
A'ight, I'll see you inside! Please, Biggie, wherever you are, I need you to show up right now.
Oh, snail mail.
Sorry to back out on the rap battle, Poppy.
- But you really freaked me out today.
- Meep.
And Mr.
Dinkles thinks you have emotional demons to face.
You need to forgive yourself.
Biggie! Biggie! Biggie! Biggie! Biggie Biggie! Biggie! Biggie! Biggie! Hold up! Hold up! I know y'all are restless, but I promise Biggie'll be here right quick.
No, he won't.
'Cause I'm battling in his place! Ohhh! Big Poppy? You hung up your mic.
Did I? Prepare to be uplifted, homey.
Give me a beat.
This girl's straight exquisite So I'm making a vow To give her a kiss Okay, I can die now - You're so sweet! - Chivalry's not dead! Uh-huh.
Everything with you Puts the sunny side up You let everyone in, filling your cup Runneth over, spilling with foam Of love for every being Like they were your own The party inside you, it never ends 'Cause if I knock-knock you over You get up again - Whoa! - Oh-ho-ho! Yeah.
She's great, come on Now it's your turn Speak so everyone hears You have my full attention You could say I'm all ears Ohhh! Master Controll The champ with lyrics so gracious Always nice things to say Whatever the case is But here's the thing The tables are turned You're about to get served All the praise that you've earned Your rapping's so happenin' Your lines blow my mind Gotta get a fork and knife So I can eat off your rhymes And that's just for starters Now I'm goin' in deeper Like the depth of your soul In those icy blue peeper s When I look up "awesome" It's a picture of you Kindness at the heart Of all the things that you do Smile so contagious, laugh so viral Now try to stay with me As I start to spiral You're a gift and a treasure A friend pioneer Knocking through borders Of the kindness frontier I got you thinking "Is she being sincere Or just dropping rhymes That the crowds want to hear?" Big Poppy spits the truth No reason to fear her You're beautiful, son Tell yourself every day When you look in the mirror That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.
It's so thoughtful.
Big Poppy's back, y'all! Whoo-hoo! Crazy! Gotta say, there's nothing more relaxing than assembling a 40,000-piece jigsaw puzzle in the quiet of your own home.
Gary, we're under attack! Sky Toronto? Hey! Who do you think you are? Sky Toronto.
My Funtime Factory supplies every party, soiree, and shindig in Troll Village.
My card.
Sky Toronto.
There's no funny business in my fun business.
Yeah, I know who you are.
I want to know what you're doing.
Came out to the country for some R&R&D: rest, research, and development.
We think these paint poppers will be the next glitter.
Well, can you not do that in my very private, very quiet, intentionally secluded area? Apologies, didn't realize I was in your yard.
I'll move to my yard.
Got all of that one.
Wait, what do you mean "your yard"? This is my new vacation pod.
Still under construction.
Back to work! It'll be incredibly loud, but it will also take a long time.
But you well, I but I Hmm.
Gibberish, how quaint.
We done here, neighbor? Sky Jr.
will be here soon, and we need some quality time.
Excellent.
Welcome home, Sky Jr.
For your trouble.
I now declare this new sapling an official part of Troll Village.
Smile! Poppy, I've got a problem, and as queen, you've got to fix it.
It'll have to wait, Branch.
My queen itinerary is packed, given all of these tree sproutings lately.
I now declare this sapling an official part of Troll Village.
Smile! But but it's urgent.
Sky Toronto is building a vacation pod right next door to me.
Good for him.
I now declare this sapling an official part of Troll Village.
Smile! What? No, no, no.
You're not listening.
He just invaded my part of the forest.
There is no "your part.
" The forest belongs to everyone.
And Sky needs a place to get away.
He has the most important, hardest job in Troll Village.
Oh, please.
Why does everyone sweat that guy so much? His job is a piece of cake often literally.
Mmm.
It's chocolaty.
But could it be more chocolaty? - What? - Great idea! He's a genius.
Branch, just be a good neighbor to Sky and let me focus.
I now declare this sapling an official part of Troll Village.
- Um, I think you just - Branch! Smile! Ugh.
Hmm - Sky! - Hold on.
This is the best part.
DJ Carefree's ninth mix in G-minor.
Ah.
A revelation.
Sky, if we're gonna be neighbors, we need to talk rules.
Glad you brought that up.
Please don't drop by unannounced.
I moved here for the peace and quiet.
Okay, good talk.
I'll play you out.
For your trouble.
No, Sky, I'm gonna play you out.
Maybe not with music, but you're gonna move.
These are actually really good.
Ideal hop rate.
Still got it, Toronto.
Morning, neighbor.
Just out fertilizing the lawn.
Oooh! Ugh! It smells incredibly bad, but I also do it frequently.
I see what we're doing.
Just remember, when you poke the Sky you bring the thunder.
Yeah? Well, when you shake the Branch you gotta "leaf.
" Sad.
I know! Hey, neighbor.
I thought you made some good points about lawn care.
I wanted to do my part.
Well, this isn't grass seed.
My mistake.
Must've accidentally used birdseed mixed with rage enhancers.
Huh? Oh.
Birds? Hmm.
Found those in my yard.
Thought you'd want them back, neighbor.
"Neighbor, don't leave your hatch "open while out gathering firewood.
"You never know who will try to get in.
" Very clever, neighbor.
Ahh! Gary, protect me! What has he done to you, my sweet boy? Too far, Sky.
Hey, Sky! I must've fallen asleep.
Oh! Branch said to give you this.
Sky Jr.
? No! No! No! He only ever touched my neck.
But he touched all our hearts.
He is survived by three bow ties and a cravat.
Hello, Branch.
Are we done here, neighbor? Yes, I'm leaving leaving Troll Village altogether, actually.
In my search for peace, I only found war, so I'll seek solitude out there, in the forest, perhaps never to return.
For your troubles.
Ah, this is the life, Gary.
No music, no construction, no Sky.
Just you, me, and sweet silence.
Huh? Branch, you better get out here and fix this right now! Listen, I know that since Sky left, the factory isn't able to produce as many party supplies.
My kid's ten-and-a-half birthday is tomorrow, and they only have cakes for ten-and-three-eighths! And they have no streamers for my Distant Cousins Day bash! And I'm just here 'cause I like shouting! Yeah! Uh Branch, no one is managing Sky's party shop.
So listen, you're gonna bring Sky back so he can run his factory.
Or what? Or you have to run his factory.
Oh, blow up balloons and make party hats? Pfft, in my sleep.
All right, your new manager is here to save the day.
I understand production has slowed down.
Yeah, it's a huge problem.
I'm sure it is.
For starters, we can't keep up with wrapping paper demand.
What should we do? Uh, make more.
Next! Uh, which cake do you like better, boss? - Uh, the one on the right.
- Your right or cake right? Whatever.
Next! Thoughts on our new bouncy balls? Make them bouncy and ball-shaped.
It's literally that easy.
Boss! We got a major dilemma on the wrapping paper line.
We've increased production, but now we can't keep up! Oh.
Uh, okay.
I guess we need some more hands.
Uh, you! I need you over here now.
But who will man the frosting hose? If you can handle it, so can I.
If you say so, boss.
Whoa! Ah, frosting! You are no Sky Toronto.
Sky! Hey, Sky.
Jeez.
Are you okay? In light of Sky Jr.
's passing, I've stripped myself of all worldly comforts to power-grieve.
Sky Jr.
is dead? I don't accept it! I'm so mad! Please, let me tie him, one last time.
I've hit rock bottom.
And I've moved on.
Look, Sky, I came here to To ask me to come back, right? Wha yeah, how did you It's my business to know.
Let me guess.
You doubled the wrapping paper output, took a worker off the frosting line, then tried to fix it yourself, which gave you a new appreciation for what I do.
What? But what? I There's that gibberish again.
You need to work on that.
Well, I've done some soul-searching too.
And I realize I encroached on your privacy.
As such, I promise, whenever I use my vacation pod, I'll go easy on the noise.
Plus, this offer.
I hope you find it satisfactory.
An official Sky Toronto apology.
Thanks.
And I'm not gonna write it down or anything, but I'm sorry too.
And I really mean it.
Cheesy.
I know.
Ah, there you are, Skytina.
Now, excuse me.
I've got a factory to run.
Get the chopper.
Be well, Branch.
You too, neighbor.
Finally, the neighbor war is over.
Huh? Sky!
Two rivals rapping the only way Trolls know how.
It's a compliment battle! Uh, this guy is the greatest Beyond all compare Makes me wish I had three thumbs To put in the air - Oh! - That's right.
Nobody's like you, baby.
Ha.
It's so hard to describe How much I like you You're like a taller me With a higher IQ Oh, yes, she did! Einstein's got nothing on you I go insane in your presence You make my brain Topsy-turvy Till I fall onto my knees Screaming, "I'm not worthy!" Stick that in your self-esteem and boost it! Whoo-hoo! That was tight! Very tight! And now our reigning champ, with 49 straight victories, Master Controll.
- Yeah! - Ooh! Flatter that Troll, Master C.
Flatter her real good.
Yo, yo.
This girl is so tough She'd be good in a tussle Yo, is that a mountain? No, wait, that's her muscle Oh, man! That's what I'm talking about! Whoo-whoo! You're so impressive I wanna be your best bud When you walk into a room I'm like, "Oh, my Guh" Uh-huh.
Yo, yo.
I admire you so much I can't find the words to say So instead here's a gift Now have a nice day That's it, son.
That's how it's done, bro! Well, looks like the winner and still champion Is Master Controll.
Hey, guys, don't forget to be back for another battle next week.
What's the point? Master Controll always wins.
And the other person always loses! Ooh, good point, Cooper.
Mm.
Yo, Controll, my man, I'm losing my audience.
How 'bout stepping down and giving someone else a chance to win? I'm the compliment king, son.
I rule this Troll City.
I'll never quit.
By the way, you look pretty.
The only Troll that can rap me off this stage is too scared to even try.
Tell Big Poppy I said hello.
Ohhh! "Tell Big Poppy I said hello"? He actually said that? - Mm-hmm.
- Oh, this is bad.
So bad! Go to your happy place, Poppy.
Come on, come on.
Everything's gonna be okay! Ah, that's the stuff.
What did Master Control mean by "Big Poppy"? It was a name I used to go by, my rapping name.
Back then, Master Controll and I were rivals Uh! Come on! Big Poppy! This guy's odor's so pleasant So fresh and so sweet From the smell of his breath to Dang, that's your feet? It was the best battle ever, until I got lost in the rhyming and did the worst thing a Troll can do And your hair is so thick I could swear it's a wig With all you got goin' on Too bad your ears are so big I accidentally insulted him.
Yo, dog, if you don't have somethin' nice to throw down, don't throw down nothin' at all.
- A'ight? - Yeah! I was horrified by what I'd done.
So I ran, never to see Master Controll or the rap scene ever again.
Whoa.
That's so great! Great? You're a good enough rapper to beat Master Controll and save my show! No, DJ.
I vowed never to battle again.
I can't risk insulting someone.
Please, Poppy, this battle is so important to me.
It's the first show I ever DJ'd.
Aww.
I can't let it die now.
Are you playing that music to mess with my emotions? That depends.
Is it working? Okay, okay! I won't battle but I promise I'll find someone who can.
Okay! We're auditioning to find a new rap champion.
DJ, spin it! Oh, yeah It's on, y'all We're gonna rap battle Next! Oh, my sister is Chenille And her rhymes are so relentless She knows me so well She can finish this - I'm not doing this.
- Next! Sky, moon, rain, clouds Visions of a subtle sound Hurricane, Frappuccino Let's all go play b-b-bingo Next! Mm, take that and that! Oh, and you know you can't handle this.
Uh Oh, oh, you meant the other kind of "rap battle"? I am confused! Ow! An entire week of searching, and nothing.
Face it, Poppy, you're the only one who has a shot to beat Master Controll tonight.
There's gotta be some Troll out there who can improvise compliments in time.
There once was a worm named Dinkles, with eyes like a star when it twinkles.
He was charming and then some and so very handsome and sweet like a cupcake with sprinkles.
Yay! Biggie? What are you doing? Oh, hello, Poppy, DJ.
Just a game we play where we make up poems.
You do one, Mr.
D.
Meep.
Well Bit vulgar for my taste, but you get the idea.
Hmm.
Now, all you have to do is make up a friendly poem about him.
A friendly poem.
Oh, my.
This feels so right.
You have the face of an angel Sent from heaven On a scale from one to ten You're an 11 Better! Now more attitude! Hmm.
I think I can do this.
Aha! You look so sweet I could eat you like a glutton Or sew you onto my vest 'Cause you're cute as a button Dang, I think we've got a contender.
Stay here.
I gotta spread the word! I love you so much You bring me to tears I love your beautiful smile And your eyes and your big, floppy ears Meep! No, Biggie, he's sensitive about his about his ears.
But I like his ears.
Happy! Uh, Poppy, you're sort of freaking me out.
Listen to me, Biggie, if you don't watch everything you say tonight, you could end up like me haunted by the shame of hurting another Troll till the day you die.
Well, surely not until the day I Till the day you die! So be very, very careful with your words.
And have fun with it! Biggie! Biggie! Biggie! Biggie! Come on, Biggie, show up, show up.
Poppy, this crowd is huge! If Biggie can defeat Controll, I think my show will be saved.
Wait.
Where is Biggie? Uh, just running a few minutes late.
But he'll be here, trust me.
A'ight, I'll see you inside! Please, Biggie, wherever you are, I need you to show up right now.
Oh, snail mail.
Sorry to back out on the rap battle, Poppy.
- But you really freaked me out today.
- Meep.
And Mr.
Dinkles thinks you have emotional demons to face.
You need to forgive yourself.
Biggie! Biggie! Biggie! Biggie! Biggie Biggie! Biggie! Biggie! Biggie! Hold up! Hold up! I know y'all are restless, but I promise Biggie'll be here right quick.
No, he won't.
'Cause I'm battling in his place! Ohhh! Big Poppy? You hung up your mic.
Did I? Prepare to be uplifted, homey.
Give me a beat.
This girl's straight exquisite So I'm making a vow To give her a kiss Okay, I can die now - You're so sweet! - Chivalry's not dead! Uh-huh.
Everything with you Puts the sunny side up You let everyone in, filling your cup Runneth over, spilling with foam Of love for every being Like they were your own The party inside you, it never ends 'Cause if I knock-knock you over You get up again - Whoa! - Oh-ho-ho! Yeah.
She's great, come on Now it's your turn Speak so everyone hears You have my full attention You could say I'm all ears Ohhh! Master Controll The champ with lyrics so gracious Always nice things to say Whatever the case is But here's the thing The tables are turned You're about to get served All the praise that you've earned Your rapping's so happenin' Your lines blow my mind Gotta get a fork and knife So I can eat off your rhymes And that's just for starters Now I'm goin' in deeper Like the depth of your soul In those icy blue peeper s When I look up "awesome" It's a picture of you Kindness at the heart Of all the things that you do Smile so contagious, laugh so viral Now try to stay with me As I start to spiral You're a gift and a treasure A friend pioneer Knocking through borders Of the kindness frontier I got you thinking "Is she being sincere Or just dropping rhymes That the crowds want to hear?" Big Poppy spits the truth No reason to fear her You're beautiful, son Tell yourself every day When you look in the mirror That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.
It's so thoughtful.
Big Poppy's back, y'all! Whoo-hoo! Crazy! Gotta say, there's nothing more relaxing than assembling a 40,000-piece jigsaw puzzle in the quiet of your own home.
Gary, we're under attack! Sky Toronto? Hey! Who do you think you are? Sky Toronto.
My Funtime Factory supplies every party, soiree, and shindig in Troll Village.
My card.
Sky Toronto.
There's no funny business in my fun business.
Yeah, I know who you are.
I want to know what you're doing.
Came out to the country for some R&R&D: rest, research, and development.
We think these paint poppers will be the next glitter.
Well, can you not do that in my very private, very quiet, intentionally secluded area? Apologies, didn't realize I was in your yard.
I'll move to my yard.
Got all of that one.
Wait, what do you mean "your yard"? This is my new vacation pod.
Still under construction.
Back to work! It'll be incredibly loud, but it will also take a long time.
But you well, I but I Hmm.
Gibberish, how quaint.
We done here, neighbor? Sky Jr.
will be here soon, and we need some quality time.
Excellent.
Welcome home, Sky Jr.
For your trouble.
I now declare this new sapling an official part of Troll Village.
Smile! Poppy, I've got a problem, and as queen, you've got to fix it.
It'll have to wait, Branch.
My queen itinerary is packed, given all of these tree sproutings lately.
I now declare this sapling an official part of Troll Village.
Smile! But but it's urgent.
Sky Toronto is building a vacation pod right next door to me.
Good for him.
I now declare this sapling an official part of Troll Village.
Smile! What? No, no, no.
You're not listening.
He just invaded my part of the forest.
There is no "your part.
" The forest belongs to everyone.
And Sky needs a place to get away.
He has the most important, hardest job in Troll Village.
Oh, please.
Why does everyone sweat that guy so much? His job is a piece of cake often literally.
Mmm.
It's chocolaty.
But could it be more chocolaty? - What? - Great idea! He's a genius.
Branch, just be a good neighbor to Sky and let me focus.
I now declare this sapling an official part of Troll Village.
- Um, I think you just - Branch! Smile! Ugh.
Hmm - Sky! - Hold on.
This is the best part.
DJ Carefree's ninth mix in G-minor.
Ah.
A revelation.
Sky, if we're gonna be neighbors, we need to talk rules.
Glad you brought that up.
Please don't drop by unannounced.
I moved here for the peace and quiet.
Okay, good talk.
I'll play you out.
For your trouble.
No, Sky, I'm gonna play you out.
Maybe not with music, but you're gonna move.
These are actually really good.
Ideal hop rate.
Still got it, Toronto.
Morning, neighbor.
Just out fertilizing the lawn.
Oooh! Ugh! It smells incredibly bad, but I also do it frequently.
I see what we're doing.
Just remember, when you poke the Sky you bring the thunder.
Yeah? Well, when you shake the Branch you gotta "leaf.
" Sad.
I know! Hey, neighbor.
I thought you made some good points about lawn care.
I wanted to do my part.
Well, this isn't grass seed.
My mistake.
Must've accidentally used birdseed mixed with rage enhancers.
Huh? Oh.
Birds? Hmm.
Found those in my yard.
Thought you'd want them back, neighbor.
"Neighbor, don't leave your hatch "open while out gathering firewood.
"You never know who will try to get in.
" Very clever, neighbor.
Ahh! Gary, protect me! What has he done to you, my sweet boy? Too far, Sky.
Hey, Sky! I must've fallen asleep.
Oh! Branch said to give you this.
Sky Jr.
? No! No! No! He only ever touched my neck.
But he touched all our hearts.
He is survived by three bow ties and a cravat.
Hello, Branch.
Are we done here, neighbor? Yes, I'm leaving leaving Troll Village altogether, actually.
In my search for peace, I only found war, so I'll seek solitude out there, in the forest, perhaps never to return.
For your troubles.
Ah, this is the life, Gary.
No music, no construction, no Sky.
Just you, me, and sweet silence.
Huh? Branch, you better get out here and fix this right now! Listen, I know that since Sky left, the factory isn't able to produce as many party supplies.
My kid's ten-and-a-half birthday is tomorrow, and they only have cakes for ten-and-three-eighths! And they have no streamers for my Distant Cousins Day bash! And I'm just here 'cause I like shouting! Yeah! Uh Branch, no one is managing Sky's party shop.
So listen, you're gonna bring Sky back so he can run his factory.
Or what? Or you have to run his factory.
Oh, blow up balloons and make party hats? Pfft, in my sleep.
All right, your new manager is here to save the day.
I understand production has slowed down.
Yeah, it's a huge problem.
I'm sure it is.
For starters, we can't keep up with wrapping paper demand.
What should we do? Uh, make more.
Next! Uh, which cake do you like better, boss? - Uh, the one on the right.
- Your right or cake right? Whatever.
Next! Thoughts on our new bouncy balls? Make them bouncy and ball-shaped.
It's literally that easy.
Boss! We got a major dilemma on the wrapping paper line.
We've increased production, but now we can't keep up! Oh.
Uh, okay.
I guess we need some more hands.
Uh, you! I need you over here now.
But who will man the frosting hose? If you can handle it, so can I.
If you say so, boss.
Whoa! Ah, frosting! You are no Sky Toronto.
Sky! Hey, Sky.
Jeez.
Are you okay? In light of Sky Jr.
's passing, I've stripped myself of all worldly comforts to power-grieve.
Sky Jr.
is dead? I don't accept it! I'm so mad! Please, let me tie him, one last time.
I've hit rock bottom.
And I've moved on.
Look, Sky, I came here to To ask me to come back, right? Wha yeah, how did you It's my business to know.
Let me guess.
You doubled the wrapping paper output, took a worker off the frosting line, then tried to fix it yourself, which gave you a new appreciation for what I do.
What? But what? I There's that gibberish again.
You need to work on that.
Well, I've done some soul-searching too.
And I realize I encroached on your privacy.
As such, I promise, whenever I use my vacation pod, I'll go easy on the noise.
Plus, this offer.
I hope you find it satisfactory.
An official Sky Toronto apology.
Thanks.
And I'm not gonna write it down or anything, but I'm sorry too.
And I really mean it.
Cheesy.
I know.
Ah, there you are, Skytina.
Now, excuse me.
I've got a factory to run.
Get the chopper.
Be well, Branch.
You too, neighbor.
Finally, the neighbor war is over.
Huh? Sky!