Trolls: The Beat Goes On! (2018) s02e05 Episode Script
The Poppy Horror Picture Show ; Dinkles Dinkles Little Star
1 [POPPY.]
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 [BIGGIE.]
The ghost followed the Troll inside her home.
She turned, heart in her throat.
- [GASPS.]
- Their eyes locked.
- Ah! - This was the end Of loneliness! [ALL.]
Aw! The two embraced, a hug for the ages, and lived happily ever after.
- [CHEERING.]
- What a twist.
Yeah, another ghost story where the ghost and the Troll fall in love.
Shocker.
Biggie, thrilling as always.
Does anyone else have a tale? Perhaps our special guest? Well, I do.
But Troll scary stories are way different than Bergen ones.
- Tell it! - [ALL CHANTING.]
Tell it, tell it! Well, okay! [ALL GASP.]
It was a night just like this.
Two teens wanted the time of their lives, and they got it.
The guy said, "Hey, Janet.
" Thanks for coming with me to Hold Hands Point.
" But Janet was all like, "Wait, Derrick, I hear something.
- "What if it's the Greygon monster?" - [GROWLS.]
[SCOFFS.]
" Janet, it's just the wind.
" - Now - [SPRITZING.]
" shall we? Shah.
" [GASPS, SIGHS.]
"Uh-huh.
" "I feel so close to you.
" [ROARING.]
[SCREAMS.]
No! But Janet and Derrick, they were okay, right? Uh-huh, they were found the next day in pieces! [ALL SCREAMING.]
[COWERING.]
[TROLL.]
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no! No, no! Guys? Guys? Ah, I think they liked it.
Watermelon? [CHOMPS.]
[POPPY.]
Ugh.
I feel awful.
But how was I to know Bridget's scary story would be so scary? I just hope this'll help everyone relax.
Sure, the answer to all of life's problems Cheese Danish.
You know, Branch, your sarcasm really bugs me.
[CHOMPS.]
But now I'm better! [CHENILLE SCREAMS.]
Chenille, what's wrong? The Greygon it got Satin.
[BOTH SCREAMING.]
[BOTH.]
Got you! [LAUGHTER.]
Got you, Branch! Got you, Poppy! [CHUCKLING.]
Classic.
Got to say, I was afraid you all would never get over last night.
Yeah, we're all back to normal Except Biggie.
He spent all night Greygon-proofing his pod.
See? [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[POPPY.]
Look at all these defenses.
Ugh, this is not good.
I know.
These boards couldn't stop a stiff breeze.
[CHUCKLES.]
Amateur hour.
[BIGGIE YELPS.]
[DRILL WHIRRING.]
Hmm, you look like Poppy.
- [DRILL WHIRRING.]
- [SNIFFING.]
And you smell like Poppy.
But how do I know you're not the Greygon tricking me? Tell me things only the real Poppy would know, like my favorite thing, my middle name, and my secret password.
Hugs, Hugs, and open sesame hugs.
[BRANCH GRUNTS.]
Sorry.
You can't be too careful with a Greygon out and about.
That's why Mr.
Dinkles and I are staying locked up in here until the day we die.
- Meep.
- You did too agree to this while you were sleeping.
- [BELL RINGING.]
- [SHRIEKS.]
Ha-ha-ha, tea, anyone? [CERAMIC RATTLING.]
Oh, I guess my nerves are still a little bit shaky.
I'll pour you another cup.
You know what? I'm good.
Biggie, seriously, come outside with me.
You're perfectly safe.
[BRANCH GRUNTS.]
Hmm, it does seem pretty calm.
[SHRIEKS.]
[HAMMERING.]
It's just the wind! [BIGGIE.]
That's exactly what Janet and Derrick thought! Biggie, please, you got to come out! - No, I don't.
- Poppy, it's okay.
When push comes to shove, he'll overcome his fear.
- No, I won't.
- See, Branch? [SIGHS.]
I got to do something about this.
When you're ready to get serious about home security, here's the info for my electrified-fence guy me.
What? You said you needed to borrow a few things! That's because I misled you! I'm building an exact replica of the Greygon monster to trick Biggie into getting over his fear.
See? [GROWLS.]
[GRUNTS.]
[IMITATING BIGGIE.]
I'm over my fear, thanks to you, Poppy.
[IMITATING GUY DIAMOND.]
Brilliant strategy, Poppy.
- [IMITATING SMIDGE.]
Oh, my Guh! - What? How did this become the plan? And it's more like [IMITATING SMIDGE.]
Oh, my Guh.
When I was a kid, I was afraid there was a monster in my closet.
But instead of trying to prove it wasn't real, my dad "fought" the monster and chased it off.
After that, I slept like a baby.
So how do we get started, builder man? First things first, we don't do this at all.
It's a horrible idea! Oh, well.
[SIGHS.]
Guess I'll build it on my own, then.
Maybe frosting would work as glue.
Three, two Frosting? A solvent-based adhesive? You need polymers, Poppy.
- Polymers! - Right, right.
So like icing? [GRUNTING.]
Just just let me do it.
[CHUCKLES.]
Icing? Really? [UPBEAT MUSIC.]
[CHOMPS.]
[GRUNTS.]
Ha! Showed you.
[SLURPING.]
You sure did! All right, when the Greygon monster comes, just act scared.
[ALL SCREAM.]
Save some for the show.
[BIGGIE SHRIEKS.]
Just a second! [DRILL WHIRRING.]
Hmm, how do I know Hugs, Hugs, open sesame hugs.
It's me, Biggie, I just came to check in on you.
[RUMBLING.]
Oh, no, the Greygon monster! It is real! This is terrifying! [ROARING.]
[ALL SCREAMING.]
Biggie was right, but none of us listened! Such folly! [WHIMPERING.]
I knew we should've had rehearsals.
[ALL SCREAMING.]
- [LAUGHTER.]
- [GUY DIAMOND.]
I'm running away! Poppy, get in here! Don't worry, Biggie.
This Greygon is about to be Grey-gone.
- Ugh, puns? - [CRACKS KNUCKLES.]
[FEMALE CHORUS.]
We are the winners You're just beginners If you're not with us You are against Oh-oh, this ends now.
[CHORUS.]
Or ever top us Whoa, whoa! I can't watch! - [CHORUS.]
Until the end - Ha-ha! [CHORUS.]
We will defend Na Na Na Na - Na Na Na Na Na - Yahh! [CHORUS.]
We will defend, Na Na Na Na Oh, my.
- [CHORUS.]
Na Na Na Na - [GRUNTS.]
[CHORUS.]
Na Na Na Na Na Na We will defend, hey, hey - Na Na Na Na Na Na, until the end - [GASPS.]
Now, this is how you use frosting.
- [GASPS.]
- [CHORUS.]
Until the end We will defend [ROARING.]
[EERIE MUSIC.]
[SNARLING.]
You did it! He won't be bothering you anymore.
[BELL RINGING.]
Who'd like a spot of victory tea? Hey, hey, looks like someone's not shaking anymore! True, but he is still spilling tea everywhere.
Ooh, now who'd like some victory soup? - Please don't.
- Oh, right.
Anyway, to Poppy, for getting rid of the Greygon for good! [CREATURE ROARING.]
[GASPS.]
An actual Greygon? But they're not real! Uh, I don't remember Bridget ever saying that.
Another Greygon? [ROARING.]
[GASPS.]
[ALL SCREAMING.]
It's even bigger than the first! The bigger they are, the harder they fall if you can get them to fall which I can.
[YELLING.]
[ROARS.]
Ahh! Ugh! You guys are gonna die.
Run, run, run, run, run! [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[ROARING.]
Poppy, please, just fight him off like you did before.
Uh, yeah, funny thing about that.
[CHUCKLES.]
Branch and I staged the whole thing to get you over your fear.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- You what? Clearly I didn't do the best job.
I'm sorry, Biggie.
I thought I was helping you.
But right now I need you to help me fight.
We can use the Greygon suit! - Come on! - I can't.
I'm a hugger, not a fighter.
[POPPY SCREAMS.]
No! - [SCREAMING.]
- Poppy! I'm coming, Poppy.
You want a piece of me? Bring it on! - [ROARS.]
- [SCREAMS.]
[GROWLING.]
Biggie? Mr.
Greygon, this is the end of your loneliness.
Commence flirtatious whistling! [WOLF-WHISTLES.]
[PURRING.]
Initiate affirmative wink! [ROMANTIC LATIN GUITAR MUSIC.]
It's working! Keep it up, Biggie! Whoo-hoo! [SCREAMS.]
Ugh! Well, well, well, the plot thickens.
Now deploy hug for the ages! Doesn't it feel good to be held? Ooh.
Biggie, buddy boy, I'm proud of you.
When push came to shove, you overcame your fear.
I guess I did, didn't I? All's well that ends well.
And this ended very well for that Greygon.
Ah, I love happy endings.
Don't you? [BRANCH GROANS.]
[CALM MUSIC.]
Mr.
Dinkles, please snap out of it.
This is what I mean.
Ever since Mr.
Dinkles's friends turned to butterflies, he's been in a pit of low self-esteem.
- Meep.
- See? He's a mess! [SOBBING.]
- Oh, Mr.
Dinkles.
- You're right, Biggie.
I've never heard him so out of sorts.
You guys got all that from "meep"? - You didn't? - He meeped it pretty clearly, Branch.
Look, just give Dinkles some space, Biggie.
- He'll bounce back eventually.
- Ooh, you're right, Branch.
I just need to find a way to boost Mr.
Dinkles's confidence and make him turn back to the man about town we know and love.
- Wait, that's the opposite of what I - I agree! Ah, great idea, Branch.
And actually, Gristle was just telling me about something that could be the perfect way to bring back his swagger.
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
[UPBEAT MUSIC.]
- [CHOMPS.]
- Ow! The West Bergen Town Pet Show.
A contest that answers the question on all owners' minds Is my pet fancier than everyone else's? Wow! Aw! This is so wrong.
The winning pet is crowned "Best In Show" and takes home the Golden Gristle, named after my father, who practically gave his right arm for this event.
Also literally.
Oh, my, the Golden Gristle.
Getting one of those would put the pep in your step, eh, Mr.
Dinkles? Meep.
No, I don't think you can win.
- I know you can win.
- Win? [COUGHS, CHUCKLES.]
A mutt like that can't win.
Where's his highfalutin hairstyle, his holier-than-thou gaze? Well, well, well, classic Groth, always looking down on others.
But who are you to judge, Groth? Who are you to judge? I'm the judge.
Ah.
I'll be quiet, then.
[SCOFFS.]
Does this worm even have a talent? Course he does.
Let's show 'em, Mr.
D! A-five, six, seven, eight, and a-step and a-step, and up and down and turn, turn - [SCATTING.]
- [LAUGHTER.]
[SCOFFS.]
That's not a talent.
These are talents.
[BARKS.]
[UPBEAT MUSIC.]
[PLAYING SOFT MELODY.]
[WHISPERING.]
Wow! Oh, yeah.
That routine won Num-nums "Best In Show" last year.
But good luck with your dance.
[LAUGHTER.]
Just to be clear we were laughing at you, not with you.
[LAUGHING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Guys, can I be honest? Those other pets were really talented, and I'm not sure how Mr.
Dinkles can compete.
You're amazing! [WHISPERING.]
No, really, we need help.
Well, you know, Biggie, Mr.
Dinkles doesn't have to compete.
[GASPS.]
You mean back out? He'd think I don't believe in him.
I believe in you! No.
Dinkles will win.
Yeah, he'll win, Branch.
We just need to find him a new talent.
[NANGUS.]
Someone say a pet needs a talent? Then you, my little fuzz nuggets, have come to the right guy.
Uh, we didn't come to you.
You were just weirdly standing in the shadows.
Or was I? No, I was.
Hey, you're, uh, Nangus, the Bergen dungeon master, right? Well, that's my nine to five.
But from five to nine, I train pets! [HOOTS.]
[POPPY.]
Whoa! Aw, well, hello, there, birdie.
Ew.
This guy's pretty full of himself, even for a bird.
You would be, too, if you won the West Bergen Pet Show so many times, they stopped letting you enter.
[HOOTS.]
- Oh! - [TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS.]
And if you like, I can train your petite pal there too.
Wha Mr.
Dinkles doesn't need training.
Yes, absolutely, train him.
[LAID-BACK MUSIC.]
Let's start with something simple.
Jump through the hoop.
- Ooh.
- I see the problem now.
He has no confidence.
Mr.
Dinkles, to be a winner, you must believe you're a winner.
[NANGUS.]
This is the universe, and at the center of it is you! Because you can do anything! Doesn't this seem a little brainwashy? Let the man work.
[NANGUS.]
has ever known! There are no obstacles to your success! You are as powerful as a lion riding a shark into a volcano of awesome! You are the best! You are the best! You are the best! You are the best! Dinkles' training is complete.
Behold.
[GONG SOUNDS.]
[ENERGETIC MUSIC.]
Oh! [GASPS.]
- [BIGGIE.]
Ohhh - Meep.
Golden Gristle, here we come! [GRISTLE.]
Ladies and gentlemen, The West Bergen Town Pet Show is under way! Round one tests form Regal bearing, shiny coat, and, most importantly, strong butts.
- [APPLAUSE.]
- [HUMMING.]
Hmm, what have we here? Very confident! [CHEERS AND APPLAUSE.]
Round two tests posing.
Which pet has the look that makes us feel like dirt in its presence? [BRASSY MUSIC.]
No.
- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING.]
- [YAWNS.]
Kill me.
Hold the phone! [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING.]
It's like he sees my very soul, and and he's not impressed! - Perfect score! - [CHEERS AND APPLAUSE.]
You were sensational, Mr.
Dinkles! Whoo, yeah! All you have to do now is score well in the talent round, and you're a lock for "Best In Show"! [GASPS.]
Ew.
[GRUNTING.]
Biggie, is it just me, or is Dinkles, like, bird-level full of himself? Oh.
No, no, I'm sure he's just tired from the long day.
Pardon me.
It was a true honor to compete against your pet.
Would he mind giving us an autograph? Well, of course.
He'd love to, wouldn't you, Mr.
Dinkles? - Meep.
- [SQUAWKS.]
[GASPS.]
Don't say that! He has a very pretty face.
And I'm sure his mother is lovely.
- [SQUAWKS.]
- Sebastian, no! Don't go to your dark place again! That pet of yours is an animal! An animal! What has gotten into you? It's not his fault, Biggie.
Nangus's training is making him think he's better than everyone.
Wrong again, Branch.
It's Nangus's training that's making him think he's better than everyone.
Okay, that's what I just said.
We have to find Nangus and see if he can reverse this before it's too late.
You mean drop out of the contest? But if Mr.
Dinkles doesn't win the Golden Gristle [THUNDER BOOMING.]
[ALL BOOING.]
[GRISTLE.]
In a disappointing turn of events, Mr.
Dinkles forfeited the final event and lost the Golden Gristle! [THUNDER BOOMING.]
You didn't stand by me, Biggie, and now my self-esteem is lost forever.
No! Huh? [GRISTLE.]
All finalists report to the show floor for the talent event.
Let's go, Mr.
Dinkles.
But, Biggie Sorry.
He needs that trophy.
[ACCORDION MUSIC.]
I can't decide what this makes me feel more Irritation or boredom.
It's boredom.
You're next, Mr.
Dinkles.
This is going to be your finest moment.
I'm sure of it.
[BERNICE.]
I don't understand.
What's wrong, Num-nums? [GROWLS.]
Why? Why do you treat me like this? You used to be so sweet Before you won that Golden Gristle.
Remember her? I want this Num-nums back! [CRYING.]
Num-nums! How awful.
We could never end up like that, could we, Mr.
Dinkles? - Mr.
Dinkles? - [GRISTLE.]
Next up, Mr.
Dinkles! - [CROWD.]
Dinkles, Dinkles, Dinkles - [GRISTLE.]
This is it! If he wins the Golden Gristle, his life changes forever [ECHOING.]
forever, forever.
Wait! Mr.
Dinkles, no! [ENERGETIC MUSIC.]
[CROWD GASPS.]
Sorry, but we need to go undo your training right now.
[CROWD JEERING.]
Forget the trophy.
We don't need it.
Let Dinkles do his thing! Meep.
[GASPS.]
Where on Earth did you learn that word? - Come on, get on with it! - Amuse us! [JEERING CONTINUES.]
Fine.
If you won't go with me, you leave me only one choice.
Five, six, seven, eight! Come on, Mr.
D, snap out of it and shake that thing! Get off the stage! Come on, we've got to help him.
Come on, Mr.
Dinkles.
Yeah, meep, meep, Mr.
Dinkles.
Please, Mr.
D! This is who you really are.
This is who you really are! This is who you really are! - [BELL DINGS.]
- Meep.
[BIGGIE.]
Yay! [BOOING.]
This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in all my year of commentating! So many feels.
[UPBEAT ACCORDION MUSIC.]
And the winner of the Golden Gristle is Num-nums.
[CHEERING.]
Sorry Dinkles didn't win, Biggie.
Oh, that's okay.
I think I learned an important lesson today, a lesson about Well, it's, um Meep.
Poetically said, Mr.
D.
That is the perfect way to sum it all up.
[FEMALE CHORUS.]
We are the winners You're just beginners If you're not with us, you are against Yeah, you can't stop us or ever top us From the beginning until the end We will defend - Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na - We will defend Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na Until the end - Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na - We will defend Hey, hey
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 [BIGGIE.]
The ghost followed the Troll inside her home.
She turned, heart in her throat.
- [GASPS.]
- Their eyes locked.
- Ah! - This was the end Of loneliness! [ALL.]
Aw! The two embraced, a hug for the ages, and lived happily ever after.
- [CHEERING.]
- What a twist.
Yeah, another ghost story where the ghost and the Troll fall in love.
Shocker.
Biggie, thrilling as always.
Does anyone else have a tale? Perhaps our special guest? Well, I do.
But Troll scary stories are way different than Bergen ones.
- Tell it! - [ALL CHANTING.]
Tell it, tell it! Well, okay! [ALL GASP.]
It was a night just like this.
Two teens wanted the time of their lives, and they got it.
The guy said, "Hey, Janet.
" Thanks for coming with me to Hold Hands Point.
" But Janet was all like, "Wait, Derrick, I hear something.
- "What if it's the Greygon monster?" - [GROWLS.]
[SCOFFS.]
" Janet, it's just the wind.
" - Now - [SPRITZING.]
" shall we? Shah.
" [GASPS, SIGHS.]
"Uh-huh.
" "I feel so close to you.
" [ROARING.]
[SCREAMS.]
No! But Janet and Derrick, they were okay, right? Uh-huh, they were found the next day in pieces! [ALL SCREAMING.]
[COWERING.]
[TROLL.]
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no! No, no! Guys? Guys? Ah, I think they liked it.
Watermelon? [CHOMPS.]
[POPPY.]
Ugh.
I feel awful.
But how was I to know Bridget's scary story would be so scary? I just hope this'll help everyone relax.
Sure, the answer to all of life's problems Cheese Danish.
You know, Branch, your sarcasm really bugs me.
[CHOMPS.]
But now I'm better! [CHENILLE SCREAMS.]
Chenille, what's wrong? The Greygon it got Satin.
[BOTH SCREAMING.]
[BOTH.]
Got you! [LAUGHTER.]
Got you, Branch! Got you, Poppy! [CHUCKLING.]
Classic.
Got to say, I was afraid you all would never get over last night.
Yeah, we're all back to normal Except Biggie.
He spent all night Greygon-proofing his pod.
See? [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[POPPY.]
Look at all these defenses.
Ugh, this is not good.
I know.
These boards couldn't stop a stiff breeze.
[CHUCKLES.]
Amateur hour.
[BIGGIE YELPS.]
[DRILL WHIRRING.]
Hmm, you look like Poppy.
- [DRILL WHIRRING.]
- [SNIFFING.]
And you smell like Poppy.
But how do I know you're not the Greygon tricking me? Tell me things only the real Poppy would know, like my favorite thing, my middle name, and my secret password.
Hugs, Hugs, and open sesame hugs.
[BRANCH GRUNTS.]
Sorry.
You can't be too careful with a Greygon out and about.
That's why Mr.
Dinkles and I are staying locked up in here until the day we die.
- Meep.
- You did too agree to this while you were sleeping.
- [BELL RINGING.]
- [SHRIEKS.]
Ha-ha-ha, tea, anyone? [CERAMIC RATTLING.]
Oh, I guess my nerves are still a little bit shaky.
I'll pour you another cup.
You know what? I'm good.
Biggie, seriously, come outside with me.
You're perfectly safe.
[BRANCH GRUNTS.]
Hmm, it does seem pretty calm.
[SHRIEKS.]
[HAMMERING.]
It's just the wind! [BIGGIE.]
That's exactly what Janet and Derrick thought! Biggie, please, you got to come out! - No, I don't.
- Poppy, it's okay.
When push comes to shove, he'll overcome his fear.
- No, I won't.
- See, Branch? [SIGHS.]
I got to do something about this.
When you're ready to get serious about home security, here's the info for my electrified-fence guy me.
What? You said you needed to borrow a few things! That's because I misled you! I'm building an exact replica of the Greygon monster to trick Biggie into getting over his fear.
See? [GROWLS.]
[GRUNTS.]
[IMITATING BIGGIE.]
I'm over my fear, thanks to you, Poppy.
[IMITATING GUY DIAMOND.]
Brilliant strategy, Poppy.
- [IMITATING SMIDGE.]
Oh, my Guh! - What? How did this become the plan? And it's more like [IMITATING SMIDGE.]
Oh, my Guh.
When I was a kid, I was afraid there was a monster in my closet.
But instead of trying to prove it wasn't real, my dad "fought" the monster and chased it off.
After that, I slept like a baby.
So how do we get started, builder man? First things first, we don't do this at all.
It's a horrible idea! Oh, well.
[SIGHS.]
Guess I'll build it on my own, then.
Maybe frosting would work as glue.
Three, two Frosting? A solvent-based adhesive? You need polymers, Poppy.
- Polymers! - Right, right.
So like icing? [GRUNTING.]
Just just let me do it.
[CHUCKLES.]
Icing? Really? [UPBEAT MUSIC.]
[CHOMPS.]
[GRUNTS.]
Ha! Showed you.
[SLURPING.]
You sure did! All right, when the Greygon monster comes, just act scared.
[ALL SCREAM.]
Save some for the show.
[BIGGIE SHRIEKS.]
Just a second! [DRILL WHIRRING.]
Hmm, how do I know Hugs, Hugs, open sesame hugs.
It's me, Biggie, I just came to check in on you.
[RUMBLING.]
Oh, no, the Greygon monster! It is real! This is terrifying! [ROARING.]
[ALL SCREAMING.]
Biggie was right, but none of us listened! Such folly! [WHIMPERING.]
I knew we should've had rehearsals.
[ALL SCREAMING.]
- [LAUGHTER.]
- [GUY DIAMOND.]
I'm running away! Poppy, get in here! Don't worry, Biggie.
This Greygon is about to be Grey-gone.
- Ugh, puns? - [CRACKS KNUCKLES.]
[FEMALE CHORUS.]
We are the winners You're just beginners If you're not with us You are against Oh-oh, this ends now.
[CHORUS.]
Or ever top us Whoa, whoa! I can't watch! - [CHORUS.]
Until the end - Ha-ha! [CHORUS.]
We will defend Na Na Na Na - Na Na Na Na Na - Yahh! [CHORUS.]
We will defend, Na Na Na Na Oh, my.
- [CHORUS.]
Na Na Na Na - [GRUNTS.]
[CHORUS.]
Na Na Na Na Na Na We will defend, hey, hey - Na Na Na Na Na Na, until the end - [GASPS.]
Now, this is how you use frosting.
- [GASPS.]
- [CHORUS.]
Until the end We will defend [ROARING.]
[EERIE MUSIC.]
[SNARLING.]
You did it! He won't be bothering you anymore.
[BELL RINGING.]
Who'd like a spot of victory tea? Hey, hey, looks like someone's not shaking anymore! True, but he is still spilling tea everywhere.
Ooh, now who'd like some victory soup? - Please don't.
- Oh, right.
Anyway, to Poppy, for getting rid of the Greygon for good! [CREATURE ROARING.]
[GASPS.]
An actual Greygon? But they're not real! Uh, I don't remember Bridget ever saying that.
Another Greygon? [ROARING.]
[GASPS.]
[ALL SCREAMING.]
It's even bigger than the first! The bigger they are, the harder they fall if you can get them to fall which I can.
[YELLING.]
[ROARS.]
Ahh! Ugh! You guys are gonna die.
Run, run, run, run, run! [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[ROARING.]
Poppy, please, just fight him off like you did before.
Uh, yeah, funny thing about that.
[CHUCKLES.]
Branch and I staged the whole thing to get you over your fear.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- You what? Clearly I didn't do the best job.
I'm sorry, Biggie.
I thought I was helping you.
But right now I need you to help me fight.
We can use the Greygon suit! - Come on! - I can't.
I'm a hugger, not a fighter.
[POPPY SCREAMS.]
No! - [SCREAMING.]
- Poppy! I'm coming, Poppy.
You want a piece of me? Bring it on! - [ROARS.]
- [SCREAMS.]
[GROWLING.]
Biggie? Mr.
Greygon, this is the end of your loneliness.
Commence flirtatious whistling! [WOLF-WHISTLES.]
[PURRING.]
Initiate affirmative wink! [ROMANTIC LATIN GUITAR MUSIC.]
It's working! Keep it up, Biggie! Whoo-hoo! [SCREAMS.]
Ugh! Well, well, well, the plot thickens.
Now deploy hug for the ages! Doesn't it feel good to be held? Ooh.
Biggie, buddy boy, I'm proud of you.
When push came to shove, you overcame your fear.
I guess I did, didn't I? All's well that ends well.
And this ended very well for that Greygon.
Ah, I love happy endings.
Don't you? [BRANCH GROANS.]
[CALM MUSIC.]
Mr.
Dinkles, please snap out of it.
This is what I mean.
Ever since Mr.
Dinkles's friends turned to butterflies, he's been in a pit of low self-esteem.
- Meep.
- See? He's a mess! [SOBBING.]
- Oh, Mr.
Dinkles.
- You're right, Biggie.
I've never heard him so out of sorts.
You guys got all that from "meep"? - You didn't? - He meeped it pretty clearly, Branch.
Look, just give Dinkles some space, Biggie.
- He'll bounce back eventually.
- Ooh, you're right, Branch.
I just need to find a way to boost Mr.
Dinkles's confidence and make him turn back to the man about town we know and love.
- Wait, that's the opposite of what I - I agree! Ah, great idea, Branch.
And actually, Gristle was just telling me about something that could be the perfect way to bring back his swagger.
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
[UPBEAT MUSIC.]
- [CHOMPS.]
- Ow! The West Bergen Town Pet Show.
A contest that answers the question on all owners' minds Is my pet fancier than everyone else's? Wow! Aw! This is so wrong.
The winning pet is crowned "Best In Show" and takes home the Golden Gristle, named after my father, who practically gave his right arm for this event.
Also literally.
Oh, my, the Golden Gristle.
Getting one of those would put the pep in your step, eh, Mr.
Dinkles? Meep.
No, I don't think you can win.
- I know you can win.
- Win? [COUGHS, CHUCKLES.]
A mutt like that can't win.
Where's his highfalutin hairstyle, his holier-than-thou gaze? Well, well, well, classic Groth, always looking down on others.
But who are you to judge, Groth? Who are you to judge? I'm the judge.
Ah.
I'll be quiet, then.
[SCOFFS.]
Does this worm even have a talent? Course he does.
Let's show 'em, Mr.
D! A-five, six, seven, eight, and a-step and a-step, and up and down and turn, turn - [SCATTING.]
- [LAUGHTER.]
[SCOFFS.]
That's not a talent.
These are talents.
[BARKS.]
[UPBEAT MUSIC.]
[PLAYING SOFT MELODY.]
[WHISPERING.]
Wow! Oh, yeah.
That routine won Num-nums "Best In Show" last year.
But good luck with your dance.
[LAUGHTER.]
Just to be clear we were laughing at you, not with you.
[LAUGHING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Guys, can I be honest? Those other pets were really talented, and I'm not sure how Mr.
Dinkles can compete.
You're amazing! [WHISPERING.]
No, really, we need help.
Well, you know, Biggie, Mr.
Dinkles doesn't have to compete.
[GASPS.]
You mean back out? He'd think I don't believe in him.
I believe in you! No.
Dinkles will win.
Yeah, he'll win, Branch.
We just need to find him a new talent.
[NANGUS.]
Someone say a pet needs a talent? Then you, my little fuzz nuggets, have come to the right guy.
Uh, we didn't come to you.
You were just weirdly standing in the shadows.
Or was I? No, I was.
Hey, you're, uh, Nangus, the Bergen dungeon master, right? Well, that's my nine to five.
But from five to nine, I train pets! [HOOTS.]
[POPPY.]
Whoa! Aw, well, hello, there, birdie.
Ew.
This guy's pretty full of himself, even for a bird.
You would be, too, if you won the West Bergen Pet Show so many times, they stopped letting you enter.
[HOOTS.]
- Oh! - [TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS.]
And if you like, I can train your petite pal there too.
Wha Mr.
Dinkles doesn't need training.
Yes, absolutely, train him.
[LAID-BACK MUSIC.]
Let's start with something simple.
Jump through the hoop.
- Ooh.
- I see the problem now.
He has no confidence.
Mr.
Dinkles, to be a winner, you must believe you're a winner.
[NANGUS.]
This is the universe, and at the center of it is you! Because you can do anything! Doesn't this seem a little brainwashy? Let the man work.
[NANGUS.]
has ever known! There are no obstacles to your success! You are as powerful as a lion riding a shark into a volcano of awesome! You are the best! You are the best! You are the best! You are the best! Dinkles' training is complete.
Behold.
[GONG SOUNDS.]
[ENERGETIC MUSIC.]
Oh! [GASPS.]
- [BIGGIE.]
Ohhh - Meep.
Golden Gristle, here we come! [GRISTLE.]
Ladies and gentlemen, The West Bergen Town Pet Show is under way! Round one tests form Regal bearing, shiny coat, and, most importantly, strong butts.
- [APPLAUSE.]
- [HUMMING.]
Hmm, what have we here? Very confident! [CHEERS AND APPLAUSE.]
Round two tests posing.
Which pet has the look that makes us feel like dirt in its presence? [BRASSY MUSIC.]
No.
- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING.]
- [YAWNS.]
Kill me.
Hold the phone! [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING.]
It's like he sees my very soul, and and he's not impressed! - Perfect score! - [CHEERS AND APPLAUSE.]
You were sensational, Mr.
Dinkles! Whoo, yeah! All you have to do now is score well in the talent round, and you're a lock for "Best In Show"! [GASPS.]
Ew.
[GRUNTING.]
Biggie, is it just me, or is Dinkles, like, bird-level full of himself? Oh.
No, no, I'm sure he's just tired from the long day.
Pardon me.
It was a true honor to compete against your pet.
Would he mind giving us an autograph? Well, of course.
He'd love to, wouldn't you, Mr.
Dinkles? - Meep.
- [SQUAWKS.]
[GASPS.]
Don't say that! He has a very pretty face.
And I'm sure his mother is lovely.
- [SQUAWKS.]
- Sebastian, no! Don't go to your dark place again! That pet of yours is an animal! An animal! What has gotten into you? It's not his fault, Biggie.
Nangus's training is making him think he's better than everyone.
Wrong again, Branch.
It's Nangus's training that's making him think he's better than everyone.
Okay, that's what I just said.
We have to find Nangus and see if he can reverse this before it's too late.
You mean drop out of the contest? But if Mr.
Dinkles doesn't win the Golden Gristle [THUNDER BOOMING.]
[ALL BOOING.]
[GRISTLE.]
In a disappointing turn of events, Mr.
Dinkles forfeited the final event and lost the Golden Gristle! [THUNDER BOOMING.]
You didn't stand by me, Biggie, and now my self-esteem is lost forever.
No! Huh? [GRISTLE.]
All finalists report to the show floor for the talent event.
Let's go, Mr.
Dinkles.
But, Biggie Sorry.
He needs that trophy.
[ACCORDION MUSIC.]
I can't decide what this makes me feel more Irritation or boredom.
It's boredom.
You're next, Mr.
Dinkles.
This is going to be your finest moment.
I'm sure of it.
[BERNICE.]
I don't understand.
What's wrong, Num-nums? [GROWLS.]
Why? Why do you treat me like this? You used to be so sweet Before you won that Golden Gristle.
Remember her? I want this Num-nums back! [CRYING.]
Num-nums! How awful.
We could never end up like that, could we, Mr.
Dinkles? - Mr.
Dinkles? - [GRISTLE.]
Next up, Mr.
Dinkles! - [CROWD.]
Dinkles, Dinkles, Dinkles - [GRISTLE.]
This is it! If he wins the Golden Gristle, his life changes forever [ECHOING.]
forever, forever.
Wait! Mr.
Dinkles, no! [ENERGETIC MUSIC.]
[CROWD GASPS.]
Sorry, but we need to go undo your training right now.
[CROWD JEERING.]
Forget the trophy.
We don't need it.
Let Dinkles do his thing! Meep.
[GASPS.]
Where on Earth did you learn that word? - Come on, get on with it! - Amuse us! [JEERING CONTINUES.]
Fine.
If you won't go with me, you leave me only one choice.
Five, six, seven, eight! Come on, Mr.
D, snap out of it and shake that thing! Get off the stage! Come on, we've got to help him.
Come on, Mr.
Dinkles.
Yeah, meep, meep, Mr.
Dinkles.
Please, Mr.
D! This is who you really are.
This is who you really are! This is who you really are! - [BELL DINGS.]
- Meep.
[BIGGIE.]
Yay! [BOOING.]
This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in all my year of commentating! So many feels.
[UPBEAT ACCORDION MUSIC.]
And the winner of the Golden Gristle is Num-nums.
[CHEERING.]
Sorry Dinkles didn't win, Biggie.
Oh, that's okay.
I think I learned an important lesson today, a lesson about Well, it's, um Meep.
Poetically said, Mr.
D.
That is the perfect way to sum it all up.
[FEMALE CHORUS.]
We are the winners You're just beginners If you're not with us, you are against Yeah, you can't stop us or ever top us From the beginning until the end We will defend - Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na - We will defend Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na Until the end - Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na - We will defend Hey, hey