Trolls: The Beat Goes On! (2018) s03e02 Episode Script
Hair-Jitsu; Crushin' It
1 Put your hair up in the air - Live it up - Hey! Everyday you wake up singing - Turn it up - Woo! 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 cos 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 [Trolls.]
Aah, aah, ahh, aah Put your hair up in the air [Trolls cheer.]
Well Branch, you picked a beautiful day to learn how to critterboard.
Remember, flex and extend.
Flex and extend Extend.
Yeah, yeah.
Can we go now please? I wanna do a 360.
A 360? Branch, you barely survived the bunny slope.
[Branch groans.]
Well, why didn't anyone tell me it was the most dangerous hill? Forget this.
- No, wait! - [Branch cries out.]
[Branch.]
Shredding the gnar! Yeah, that's right.
Impressive, I know.
- Branch! - Yeah? No, branch branch! Yeah, yeah! No, tree branch! [screams.]
AARGH! - [crash!.]
- Argh! Great.
Saved by a spider web, which means I'll turn my head to find Yeah ARGH! Hey! [Branch.]
Poppy, no! Why are you just standing there? Save yourself! [spider growls ferociously.]
All in good time.
[Poppy.]
Yaa! - [Poppy.]
Yaa! Hi-yaa! Hoo! - [spider wails.]
[Branch gasps.]
Argh! Poppy! Hmph!! Yaa! Hairball-duken!!! Hey, hug time! Hug time? Poppy, what was that? What? You mean hair-jitsu? The ancient Troll art of hair-fighting? - Hi-yah! - [grunts.]
Why do you look so surprised, Branch? I used it around you lots of times.
Don't be scared, Poppy.
I'll get us out of this mess.
- [giant eyes.]
Danger! Danger! - [Poppy.]
Argh! Huh! See, you didn't listen to me, and now I have to stop all these Grossums.
- [Poppy.]
Ya! Ha! Ha! - [THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!.]
[Poppy.]
Huh! Hu-yah! - Why is it always up to me? - [Poppy.]
Yah! Don't be a hero.
No-one can stop that Mama Cuddlepup!.
I got this! Argh! Not that it always works.
Huh, all that stuff definitely happened.
So, hair-jitsu.
Teach me, teach me, teach me! Ha! Trust me, you're not ready.
Not ready for self-defence? I'm branch, my whole thing is defence.
OK, look, when you can hair-grab this glue stick, you'll be ready.
[grunts and groans.]
[Branch.]
Huh? Ah-ah.
It's not about speed.
It's about slowing down and seeing your moment.
Let the glue come to you.
That makes no sense.
ARGH! - [frog squeaks.]
- [Poppy laughs.]
Definitely not ready.
Because hair-jitsu requires patience.
You have none.
Pah! I'm the most patient Troll in the whole village.
[Biggie.]
Now you throw it back.
Come on.
You can do it.
OK, the second most.
- Come on.
- Fine.
I'll take you on as a pupil, on one condition: do whatever I tell you, no questions asked.
Deal.
So, you think we could start with that sweet Hairball-duken move you did? No.
I have other ideas for you.
- Branch is gonna DJ our dance party.
- [Trolls cheer.]
You want me to DJ? For now, then I have some other chores for you to do.
But I'm supposed to be learning hair-jitsu, why am I doing chores? You said you'd do whatever I tell you, no questions asked.
[grumbles.]
[record screeches.]
Boo! Like this.
Back and forth.
- Back and forth.
- [dance music.]
- [record grumbles and screeches.]
- Argh! - [Trolls groan and boo.]
- Boo! Back and forth.
Back and forth.
- [scratches record to funky beat.]
- [Trolls cheer.]
Boo! I mean, woo! - [dance music.]
- Good.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be grooving over here.
Woo! [Trolls cheer.]
[Poppy screams.]
Woo! Finish that whole pile, Branch.
Wrap the gift and stamp the bow.
[Poppy.]
Wrap the gift and stamp the bow.
That's it! Brush the hair! Brush the hair! 10,000 brushes down, 10,000 brushes to go.
Dance for our enjoyment, Branch.
Dance for our enjoyment.
Dance for our enjoyment.
Dance for our enjoyment! Massage the Smidge.
Massage the Smidge.
- Yeah - Massage the Guy.
Massage the Guy.
Harvest the mushrooms with your feet! Harvest the mushrooms.
Harvest the mushrooms.
You're doing great.
Keep it going.
Now it's time to shave the Cooper.
Shave the Cooper.
Shave the Cooper.
Yeah, shave the me! - Argh! Enough! - [Cooper.]
Woo! I've done everything you asked, and you still haven't taught me anything.
This is pointless.
Haven't taught you anything, huh? Show me DJ the party.
- [Poppy grunts and shouts.]
- What? Huh! - Brush the hair! - [they grunt.]
[they cry out.]
Huh? - Harvest the mushroom! Ha! - [Branch yells out.]
[Branch.]
Huh! Argh! Huh? - [Poppy cries out.]
- [Branch yells.]
[they shout out.]
Looks like I'm a natural.
Or maybe I'm just a very good teacher.
Well, you did teach me to - STAMP THE BOW! - [Poppy screams.]
It appears the student has become the teacher.
Though the new teacher wouldn't mind if the old teacher showed him that hairball-duken move.
Forget it.
That's only for those who have a black hairband.
It's so beautiful.
And it goes with everything.
Oh, please, Poppy, give me one! I can't.
You have to earn it.
When you're ready, you'll journey to the Valley of Thorns and pluck one from the ancient hair-jitsu tree.
- Then you'll teach me the move? - In time.
First, you must be patient enough to pluck the glue stick from my hand.
Then, I'll lead you to the Branch.]
Valley of Thorns.
Got it.
You can do it! Throw it back.
Progress! The hair-jitsu tree.
It's surprisingly out in the open.
grunts.]
Huh? - INFIDEL! - [Branch screams.]
[Tae-kwon-joe cries out.]
You dare attempt to steal what belongs to Tae-kwon-Joe! [roars angrily.]
[Branch groans.]
- [Gasps.]
Poppy! - Another Infidel!! [Taek-kwon-joe screams.]
[Poppy and Branch.]
Huh! Wow, this Tae-Kwon-Joe guy is in a really bad mood.
That's why I told you to wait.
- [Poppy gasps.]
- [Tae-Kwon-Joe grunts angrily.]
Look out.
Ah! Poppy, are you OK? Yes, but you won't be unless you slow down and listen.
[screams.]
Or don't listen.
See what happens.
hair-ate chop! [Branch yelps and sighs.]
Prepare yourself! Hoo! Ha! Hoo! Horruh! Wahaa! Huh! [cries out.]
Argh.
I don't have time for this.
Argh! Ooh! ARGH! If a tree punches you in the woods and no-one is around to hear it, does it still hurt? [yelps.]
Yes, very much so.
[Branch screams.]
OK.
Maybe I'm not quite as ready as I thought.
Focus, Branch.
Remember what I taught you.
Are you watching the same fight? It's not really working.
What I tried to teach you.
It's not about speed.
It's about slowing down and seeing your moment.
[grunts.]
[cries out.]
[Poppy.]
Patience.
Patience.
Stamp the bow! [THWACK!.]
[roars.]
Ooh! Thank you! I didn't think that thorn would ever come out.
It was putting me in such a bad mood.
I mean, I was about to kill you.
Ha! Talk about egg on my bark.
[chuckles.]
Here.
Do you want this? Very patient, young critter bug.
I never would have thought to pluck that thorn.
But wait, if you never plucked a thorn, how did you get a headband from Tae-Kwon-Joe? I didn't.
I got mine from Tae-Kwon-Kevin.
[happy music.]
Number 1029, come on down! Yeah! Tae-Kwon-Kevin, could we trouble you for a black hairband? Aw, of course you can, cutie pies.
- This goes with everything Mr Dinkles.
- Meep! Anyway, now that you have you hairband, I can teach you that hairball-duken move.
So, let's restart your training.
Branch? Branch? ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! Push it, body bootcampers! Push it! We're almost done with our warm-up! [shouts out.]
[Trolls groan.]
Now, take it to the next level with battle braids! [laughs madly.]
- [Poppy sighs.]
- Smidge is so intense! [sighs.]
And this is a recovery day.
Hey! Cut the gab and burn the flab, you two.
Talk to the strength of them giving your work out a smack down! [shouts out, then gasps.]
[whistles.]
[romantic piano music.]
Whoa! [bird sings.]
[Poppy.]
Smidge? Smidge? Smidge?! Wh Wh Where am I? Still here Smidge, at boot camp.
Yeah but you blanked out for like 15 minutes.
Again? Bleugh! It's cos of that guy.
He's always messing with me!! Milton Moss? The critternarian? He's the gentlest Troll in the village.
Morning, my little patients.
Who's ready to heal? What a magical day it is! The sun in shining down What a perfectly special delight it is to live in this friendly town I'm telling you, he messes with me.
He makes my palms sweat.
Then my heart skips a beat.
Then the earth moves.
Why I oughtta! Uh, Smidge, that doesn't happen cos he's messing with you.
Yeah, it happens cos you have a crush on him.
Oh, that makes way more sense, and it explains my uncontrollable urge to hold his hand.
Soon my pet.
Well, I guess there's only one thing to do: storm over there and tell Milton how I feel, in graphic detail!! I wanna feed animals with you, take care of sick And talk about feelings.
[shouts out madly.]
Hold my hand.
I wanna hold your hand! I love you! You're so gentle and kind, I wanna grab your face and rub our cheeks Smidge, Smidge, easy! If you come on strong like that, you could scare a guy like Milton off.
- Yeah, you can't be so intense.
- I'M NOT INTENSE! Wait.
I heard it as I said it.
Guess I am kind of intense.
So does that mean he's not gonna like me? No.
No, no, no.
He's gonna think you're amazing.
We just need to help you smooth out some rough edges.
- What do you say? - Hm.
I say, I'm gonna date the most gentle Troll in the world! Wait.
I I did it again, didn't I? Now, pretend Branch is Milton.
Show me how you'd introduce yourself.
Name's Smidge, and I've already learnt everything about you.
[Branch groans and whimpers.]
- Everything.
So I nailed it right? Walking with books balanced on your head will tone down your intimidating stomp.
Right, but I can handle way more than that.
Power squats! Let's test your knowledge about animals because Milton loves critters.
[Smidge.]
So do I.
They're delicious.
Oh, where are my manners? Would you care for some critter, Poppy? [Critter squeaks.]
Engage him in light small talk.
Nice weather we're having, hey? Are you kidding? I'm sweating like a puffalo over here.
- See? - No, that's OK.
- For real.
Smell it! - Smidge, Smidge, ease up! SMELL IT! - Would you care for some tea? - Indeed.
Thank you, Smidge.
The pleasure is all mine.
Oh, you're doing so well, Smidge.
Now one last touch: the pinkie.
You got this, Smidge.
[grunts.]
[Guy.]
You can do it, Smidge.
- [Smidge.]
Haha! - [Branch.]
Yoo-hoo.
Yeah! Awesome! [Guy screams.]
- Pardon me.
- [Guy groans.]
Well, let's call it a day.
Everyone, meet back here tomorrow morning and we'll help Smidge talk to Milton.
What? No.
Guys, I still need work.
Don't' worry, Smidge.
It'll go great.
All you needed was to ease up a bit.
Yeah.
Besides, we sort of taught you everything we can.
That's all they can teach me? Then I'll just have to teach myself.
The Troll Guide to Etiquette and Gentility.
[Milton.]
And with a hug from a little boy, the bully didn't want to fight anymore.
The end.
Is it just me, or do you kind of wish he was your dad? - [sobs.]
I really do.
- Argh.
Guys, I'm worried about Smidge.
She should have been here by now.
Oh, don't trouble yourself about little old Smidge.
She was so rough.
Allow me to introduce the kinder and gentler, Smidgabelle.
Charmed.
Uh, you look really weird.
I believe you mean, I look really gentle, kind sir.
No, we mean weird.
Why, you! That is to say, oh you! Now, if you'll pardon me, I plan to make my intentions known to a certain young gentle-Troll.
Wait, Smidge.
- Smidgabelle, we should talk about this.
- No time, darling.
Hand-holding awaits.
But, Smidge.
No, don't! No, I can't watch this.
We can! [Smidge cries out.]
Oh heavens to Betsy.
It appears I've dropped my handkerchief.
Whatever will I do? Don't worry, miss.
I'll get it for you.
See? Everything is OK.
Are you sure? I didn't bend any of those dear blades of grass, did I? Not a one, um? Smidgabelle.
Well, look at us, two gentle souls acting so gently, in our gentleness-atude.
Please, just tell me when it's over.
Actually, believe it or not, it seems to be working.
What? Ooh Oh my.
[chucking quietly.]
Guys, he asked me to go on a stroll with him.
I'm so amped up! Stroll! I mean, my heart is warmed by the tidings.
That's great Smidge, but we're worried that maybe you've taken things a little too far.
Yeah, we just wanted you to soften your approach, not be a different person.
Oh, you simple Trolls.
Can't you see he likes the way I am now? Smidge is never coming back.
Now wish me luck, sugars.
[Milton.]
A shooting star [Smidge.]
A burning sun [both.]
And we sing from our hearts, Our two voices like one [Milton.]
And I still can't describe all these feelings I'm feeling inside I must say, Smidgabelle, there isn't a soul in all of Troll Village as gentle as you.
Oh! Would it be too bold to offer you my hand? Oh my God.
Goodness, tarantacapuffacus.
They're very protective of their habitat.
- Poor little things.
- Little? Argh! Smidgabelle, are you hurt? I'm not hurt, but I am going to bring the pain! [Smidge screams.]
Ya! Smidgabelle! Yeah, yeah! Such rough behaviour! And here, I thought you were so gentle.
Milton.
Smidgabelle? Smidgabelle? Smidgabelle? Are you hurt? [spider roars.]
Oh, do something, Milton.
I'm so dainty and frail.
Don't' be afraid.
I know just what to do.
- [spider roars.]
- Hug? [Milton yelps.]
Oh my! Perhaps you should be a tad more aggressive.
Not necessary.
This species goes to sleep at sundown.
So, I just have to wait them out, for 12 more hours.
Now run to safety.
- But - [Milton.]
Go on! Oh, my Guh! Oh, my Guh! Oh, my Guh! Oh, my Guh! No can do, Mister.
SMIDGE! [Smidge cries out.]
[spider roars.]
[groans.]
[Smidge cries outs.]
Don't move.
[spiders wimper.]
Woah! That was amazing! Smidgabelle.
No, not Smidgabelle.
Look, Milton, I realise you'd never want to be with a Troll like me, and that's OK.
Smidge has got to be Smidge.
Put her there! Woah! Nice knowing ya.
[bird wolf-whistles.]
Aah, aah, ahh, aah Put your hair up in the air [Trolls cheer.]
Well Branch, you picked a beautiful day to learn how to critterboard.
Remember, flex and extend.
Flex and extend Extend.
Yeah, yeah.
Can we go now please? I wanna do a 360.
A 360? Branch, you barely survived the bunny slope.
[Branch groans.]
Well, why didn't anyone tell me it was the most dangerous hill? Forget this.
- No, wait! - [Branch cries out.]
[Branch.]
Shredding the gnar! Yeah, that's right.
Impressive, I know.
- Branch! - Yeah? No, branch branch! Yeah, yeah! No, tree branch! [screams.]
AARGH! - [crash!.]
- Argh! Great.
Saved by a spider web, which means I'll turn my head to find Yeah ARGH! Hey! [Branch.]
Poppy, no! Why are you just standing there? Save yourself! [spider growls ferociously.]
All in good time.
[Poppy.]
Yaa! - [Poppy.]
Yaa! Hi-yaa! Hoo! - [spider wails.]
[Branch gasps.]
Argh! Poppy! Hmph!! Yaa! Hairball-duken!!! Hey, hug time! Hug time? Poppy, what was that? What? You mean hair-jitsu? The ancient Troll art of hair-fighting? - Hi-yah! - [grunts.]
Why do you look so surprised, Branch? I used it around you lots of times.
Don't be scared, Poppy.
I'll get us out of this mess.
- [giant eyes.]
Danger! Danger! - [Poppy.]
Argh! Huh! See, you didn't listen to me, and now I have to stop all these Grossums.
- [Poppy.]
Ya! Ha! Ha! - [THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!.]
[Poppy.]
Huh! Hu-yah! - Why is it always up to me? - [Poppy.]
Yah! Don't be a hero.
No-one can stop that Mama Cuddlepup!.
I got this! Argh! Not that it always works.
Huh, all that stuff definitely happened.
So, hair-jitsu.
Teach me, teach me, teach me! Ha! Trust me, you're not ready.
Not ready for self-defence? I'm branch, my whole thing is defence.
OK, look, when you can hair-grab this glue stick, you'll be ready.
[grunts and groans.]
[Branch.]
Huh? Ah-ah.
It's not about speed.
It's about slowing down and seeing your moment.
Let the glue come to you.
That makes no sense.
ARGH! - [frog squeaks.]
- [Poppy laughs.]
Definitely not ready.
Because hair-jitsu requires patience.
You have none.
Pah! I'm the most patient Troll in the whole village.
[Biggie.]
Now you throw it back.
Come on.
You can do it.
OK, the second most.
- Come on.
- Fine.
I'll take you on as a pupil, on one condition: do whatever I tell you, no questions asked.
Deal.
So, you think we could start with that sweet Hairball-duken move you did? No.
I have other ideas for you.
- Branch is gonna DJ our dance party.
- [Trolls cheer.]
You want me to DJ? For now, then I have some other chores for you to do.
But I'm supposed to be learning hair-jitsu, why am I doing chores? You said you'd do whatever I tell you, no questions asked.
[grumbles.]
[record screeches.]
Boo! Like this.
Back and forth.
- Back and forth.
- [dance music.]
- [record grumbles and screeches.]
- Argh! - [Trolls groan and boo.]
- Boo! Back and forth.
Back and forth.
- [scratches record to funky beat.]
- [Trolls cheer.]
Boo! I mean, woo! - [dance music.]
- Good.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be grooving over here.
Woo! [Trolls cheer.]
[Poppy screams.]
Woo! Finish that whole pile, Branch.
Wrap the gift and stamp the bow.
[Poppy.]
Wrap the gift and stamp the bow.
That's it! Brush the hair! Brush the hair! 10,000 brushes down, 10,000 brushes to go.
Dance for our enjoyment, Branch.
Dance for our enjoyment.
Dance for our enjoyment.
Dance for our enjoyment! Massage the Smidge.
Massage the Smidge.
- Yeah - Massage the Guy.
Massage the Guy.
Harvest the mushrooms with your feet! Harvest the mushrooms.
Harvest the mushrooms.
You're doing great.
Keep it going.
Now it's time to shave the Cooper.
Shave the Cooper.
Shave the Cooper.
Yeah, shave the me! - Argh! Enough! - [Cooper.]
Woo! I've done everything you asked, and you still haven't taught me anything.
This is pointless.
Haven't taught you anything, huh? Show me DJ the party.
- [Poppy grunts and shouts.]
- What? Huh! - Brush the hair! - [they grunt.]
[they cry out.]
Huh? - Harvest the mushroom! Ha! - [Branch yells out.]
[Branch.]
Huh! Argh! Huh? - [Poppy cries out.]
- [Branch yells.]
[they shout out.]
Looks like I'm a natural.
Or maybe I'm just a very good teacher.
Well, you did teach me to - STAMP THE BOW! - [Poppy screams.]
It appears the student has become the teacher.
Though the new teacher wouldn't mind if the old teacher showed him that hairball-duken move.
Forget it.
That's only for those who have a black hairband.
It's so beautiful.
And it goes with everything.
Oh, please, Poppy, give me one! I can't.
You have to earn it.
When you're ready, you'll journey to the Valley of Thorns and pluck one from the ancient hair-jitsu tree.
- Then you'll teach me the move? - In time.
First, you must be patient enough to pluck the glue stick from my hand.
Then, I'll lead you to the Branch.]
Valley of Thorns.
Got it.
You can do it! Throw it back.
Progress! The hair-jitsu tree.
It's surprisingly out in the open.
grunts.]
Huh? - INFIDEL! - [Branch screams.]
[Tae-kwon-joe cries out.]
You dare attempt to steal what belongs to Tae-kwon-Joe! [roars angrily.]
[Branch groans.]
- [Gasps.]
Poppy! - Another Infidel!! [Taek-kwon-joe screams.]
[Poppy and Branch.]
Huh! Wow, this Tae-Kwon-Joe guy is in a really bad mood.
That's why I told you to wait.
- [Poppy gasps.]
- [Tae-Kwon-Joe grunts angrily.]
Look out.
Ah! Poppy, are you OK? Yes, but you won't be unless you slow down and listen.
[screams.]
Or don't listen.
See what happens.
hair-ate chop! [Branch yelps and sighs.]
Prepare yourself! Hoo! Ha! Hoo! Horruh! Wahaa! Huh! [cries out.]
Argh.
I don't have time for this.
Argh! Ooh! ARGH! If a tree punches you in the woods and no-one is around to hear it, does it still hurt? [yelps.]
Yes, very much so.
[Branch screams.]
OK.
Maybe I'm not quite as ready as I thought.
Focus, Branch.
Remember what I taught you.
Are you watching the same fight? It's not really working.
What I tried to teach you.
It's not about speed.
It's about slowing down and seeing your moment.
[grunts.]
[cries out.]
[Poppy.]
Patience.
Patience.
Stamp the bow! [THWACK!.]
[roars.]
Ooh! Thank you! I didn't think that thorn would ever come out.
It was putting me in such a bad mood.
I mean, I was about to kill you.
Ha! Talk about egg on my bark.
[chuckles.]
Here.
Do you want this? Very patient, young critter bug.
I never would have thought to pluck that thorn.
But wait, if you never plucked a thorn, how did you get a headband from Tae-Kwon-Joe? I didn't.
I got mine from Tae-Kwon-Kevin.
[happy music.]
Number 1029, come on down! Yeah! Tae-Kwon-Kevin, could we trouble you for a black hairband? Aw, of course you can, cutie pies.
- This goes with everything Mr Dinkles.
- Meep! Anyway, now that you have you hairband, I can teach you that hairball-duken move.
So, let's restart your training.
Branch? Branch? ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! Push it, body bootcampers! Push it! We're almost done with our warm-up! [shouts out.]
[Trolls groan.]
Now, take it to the next level with battle braids! [laughs madly.]
- [Poppy sighs.]
- Smidge is so intense! [sighs.]
And this is a recovery day.
Hey! Cut the gab and burn the flab, you two.
Talk to the strength of them giving your work out a smack down! [shouts out, then gasps.]
[whistles.]
[romantic piano music.]
Whoa! [bird sings.]
[Poppy.]
Smidge? Smidge? Smidge?! Wh Wh Where am I? Still here Smidge, at boot camp.
Yeah but you blanked out for like 15 minutes.
Again? Bleugh! It's cos of that guy.
He's always messing with me!! Milton Moss? The critternarian? He's the gentlest Troll in the village.
Morning, my little patients.
Who's ready to heal? What a magical day it is! The sun in shining down What a perfectly special delight it is to live in this friendly town I'm telling you, he messes with me.
He makes my palms sweat.
Then my heart skips a beat.
Then the earth moves.
Why I oughtta! Uh, Smidge, that doesn't happen cos he's messing with you.
Yeah, it happens cos you have a crush on him.
Oh, that makes way more sense, and it explains my uncontrollable urge to hold his hand.
Soon my pet.
Well, I guess there's only one thing to do: storm over there and tell Milton how I feel, in graphic detail!! I wanna feed animals with you, take care of sick And talk about feelings.
[shouts out madly.]
Hold my hand.
I wanna hold your hand! I love you! You're so gentle and kind, I wanna grab your face and rub our cheeks Smidge, Smidge, easy! If you come on strong like that, you could scare a guy like Milton off.
- Yeah, you can't be so intense.
- I'M NOT INTENSE! Wait.
I heard it as I said it.
Guess I am kind of intense.
So does that mean he's not gonna like me? No.
No, no, no.
He's gonna think you're amazing.
We just need to help you smooth out some rough edges.
- What do you say? - Hm.
I say, I'm gonna date the most gentle Troll in the world! Wait.
I I did it again, didn't I? Now, pretend Branch is Milton.
Show me how you'd introduce yourself.
Name's Smidge, and I've already learnt everything about you.
[Branch groans and whimpers.]
- Everything.
So I nailed it right? Walking with books balanced on your head will tone down your intimidating stomp.
Right, but I can handle way more than that.
Power squats! Let's test your knowledge about animals because Milton loves critters.
[Smidge.]
So do I.
They're delicious.
Oh, where are my manners? Would you care for some critter, Poppy? [Critter squeaks.]
Engage him in light small talk.
Nice weather we're having, hey? Are you kidding? I'm sweating like a puffalo over here.
- See? - No, that's OK.
- For real.
Smell it! - Smidge, Smidge, ease up! SMELL IT! - Would you care for some tea? - Indeed.
Thank you, Smidge.
The pleasure is all mine.
Oh, you're doing so well, Smidge.
Now one last touch: the pinkie.
You got this, Smidge.
[grunts.]
[Guy.]
You can do it, Smidge.
- [Smidge.]
Haha! - [Branch.]
Yoo-hoo.
Yeah! Awesome! [Guy screams.]
- Pardon me.
- [Guy groans.]
Well, let's call it a day.
Everyone, meet back here tomorrow morning and we'll help Smidge talk to Milton.
What? No.
Guys, I still need work.
Don't' worry, Smidge.
It'll go great.
All you needed was to ease up a bit.
Yeah.
Besides, we sort of taught you everything we can.
That's all they can teach me? Then I'll just have to teach myself.
The Troll Guide to Etiquette and Gentility.
[Milton.]
And with a hug from a little boy, the bully didn't want to fight anymore.
The end.
Is it just me, or do you kind of wish he was your dad? - [sobs.]
I really do.
- Argh.
Guys, I'm worried about Smidge.
She should have been here by now.
Oh, don't trouble yourself about little old Smidge.
She was so rough.
Allow me to introduce the kinder and gentler, Smidgabelle.
Charmed.
Uh, you look really weird.
I believe you mean, I look really gentle, kind sir.
No, we mean weird.
Why, you! That is to say, oh you! Now, if you'll pardon me, I plan to make my intentions known to a certain young gentle-Troll.
Wait, Smidge.
- Smidgabelle, we should talk about this.
- No time, darling.
Hand-holding awaits.
But, Smidge.
No, don't! No, I can't watch this.
We can! [Smidge cries out.]
Oh heavens to Betsy.
It appears I've dropped my handkerchief.
Whatever will I do? Don't worry, miss.
I'll get it for you.
See? Everything is OK.
Are you sure? I didn't bend any of those dear blades of grass, did I? Not a one, um? Smidgabelle.
Well, look at us, two gentle souls acting so gently, in our gentleness-atude.
Please, just tell me when it's over.
Actually, believe it or not, it seems to be working.
What? Ooh Oh my.
[chucking quietly.]
Guys, he asked me to go on a stroll with him.
I'm so amped up! Stroll! I mean, my heart is warmed by the tidings.
That's great Smidge, but we're worried that maybe you've taken things a little too far.
Yeah, we just wanted you to soften your approach, not be a different person.
Oh, you simple Trolls.
Can't you see he likes the way I am now? Smidge is never coming back.
Now wish me luck, sugars.
[Milton.]
A shooting star [Smidge.]
A burning sun [both.]
And we sing from our hearts, Our two voices like one [Milton.]
And I still can't describe all these feelings I'm feeling inside I must say, Smidgabelle, there isn't a soul in all of Troll Village as gentle as you.
Oh! Would it be too bold to offer you my hand? Oh my God.
Goodness, tarantacapuffacus.
They're very protective of their habitat.
- Poor little things.
- Little? Argh! Smidgabelle, are you hurt? I'm not hurt, but I am going to bring the pain! [Smidge screams.]
Ya! Smidgabelle! Yeah, yeah! Such rough behaviour! And here, I thought you were so gentle.
Milton.
Smidgabelle? Smidgabelle? Smidgabelle? Are you hurt? [spider roars.]
Oh, do something, Milton.
I'm so dainty and frail.
Don't' be afraid.
I know just what to do.
- [spider roars.]
- Hug? [Milton yelps.]
Oh my! Perhaps you should be a tad more aggressive.
Not necessary.
This species goes to sleep at sundown.
So, I just have to wait them out, for 12 more hours.
Now run to safety.
- But - [Milton.]
Go on! Oh, my Guh! Oh, my Guh! Oh, my Guh! Oh, my Guh! No can do, Mister.
SMIDGE! [Smidge cries out.]
[spider roars.]
[groans.]
[Smidge cries outs.]
Don't move.
[spiders wimper.]
Woah! That was amazing! Smidgabelle.
No, not Smidgabelle.
Look, Milton, I realise you'd never want to be with a Troll like me, and that's OK.
Smidge has got to be Smidge.
Put her there! Woah! Nice knowing ya.
[bird wolf-whistles.]