Trolls: The Beat Goes On! (2018) s03e03 Episode Script
Meet the Peppy; Party Crash Course
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 [Poppy.]
Lately, so many fun things have happened, like water-skiing.
Argh! Hair-achuting.
[bird caws.]
[Poppy.]
And making this scrapbook, of me making this scrapbook, of me making this scrapbook, of me making this scrapbook.
Yes, yes, delightful infinite regress, honey.
But you seem to be spending a lot of time with what's his name? That one, who sang a song to save us from the Bergens? Nearly went mad fighting you over a pillow? What's his name? Uh Bark? Branch.
And, yeah.
Lately, we've taken our relationship to the next level.
He's on your "Best Friends Wall"? [gasps.]
Oh, Poppy, that's wonderful.
Well, I need to get to know this young Troll, to talk with him, to laugh with him, to scrutinize his character.
- Hmm.
- In a fun way! So, tell him he's officially invited to my next Swag Stag Hunt! Urgh.
This is gonna be awful.
What? Swag stag hunting's awesome.
Yeah! We sneak up on the stags And then we tickle them until they cough up fun swag, like hats, hoodies and sun- gla-a-sses .
See? [stags giggle.]
Bleugh! Not that, although, gross.
I mean your dad, Poppy.
I feel like if I don't impress him, he's gonna dissaprove of me as your friend.
Branch, relax.
I told you he's done this with all my best friends, and he's loved every one of them.
Trolly-ho! Trolly-ho! Coop-meister, Smidge-meister, Guy-meister.
Favorite friends of my favorite daughter.
- You know what his calls for? Noogies! - Oh, stop it! - Tummy bongos! - Woo-hoo! - Pizza toss! - [Smidge giggles.]
Again! [giggles.]
See what I mean? Now, come on.
Wait, wait, wait.
Should I call him "Peppy" or "King Peppy"? Or what about "Uncle Peps"? Nah, that would be weird.
[gasps.]
Or would it? Yes, it would be weird.
Stop trying so hard.
Oh, good morning, honey.
Thank you for coming, Branch.
It is my pleasure, King Poopy.
Uh, I mean, King Poopy.
Sorry, I meant King Poopy! Why can't I stop saying it? Ha-ha! [Peppy.]
Hmm.
Uh What I was trying to say was - [stag cries out.]
- [gasps.]
It's him.
The King of the Stags, greatest of them all.
[stag cries out.]
[Peppy.]
And the meanest.
Legend says his swag is made of solid gold.
But no one has found his ticklish spot.
Oh, drat.
If only I had my binoculars.
- Here, use mine.
- Why, thank you, Branch.
My lucky hunting scarf! Sorry, I'll put it out! Argh! Argh! Argh! [sighs with relief.]
[screaming.]
- Not on the dry grass! - [Branch.]
No! [all scream.]
[they sigh with relief.]
[all scream.]
So sorry! I'll get it! Stop touching things! That was a disaster, wasn't it? Total catastrophe! I was like, "Why is he doing that?" Don't worry.
Dad knows it was an accident.
Now, load up, guys.
Dad wants to start the hunt, right after he scatters his scarf's remains.
[Branch sighs.]
I should be with him.
How did you guys get close to Poppy's dad? Have you heard the expression, "He who bags swag wins the everlasting respect of King Peppy?" - No.
- Me neither, but it's true in this case.
After we bagged our first swag, the old man warmed right up.
Think you can handle that? Let's bag some swag.
Come on, come on.
Got to find a stag! - Tickle, tickle, tickle! - [giggles.]
Bleugh! Foam finger! Trolly-ho! Dang it! OK, plenty out there for everyone.
[Branch gasps.]
There! - Coochy, coochy coo! - [giggles.]
Bleugh! - [Branch groans.]
- T-shirt cannon! Trolly-ho! [Branch.]
Come on, Mother Nature.
Help a Troll out.
[gasps.]
The King! Trolly-ho! Argh! Whoa! Whoa! - Argh! - [bang.]
Then I spotted him in the distance, and what I did is I glitter-farted my way right to him.
Branch, what are you still doing out here? We're drinking cocoa round the campfire.
Come join us.
Nope.
Not until I bag some swag.
Is this because of my dad? I told you to relax.
And frankly, it's getting on my nerves that you're still trying to impress him.
- Yeah, yeah, impress your dad, I know.
- [Poppy sighs angrily.]
Ooh! Got you.
[Branch.]
Who's got the solid gold swag? This Troll.
Yep.
Solid gold, alright.
Hm.
A first-timer bagged the unbaggable swag? - How? - Uh Gotcha! Woah! [shouts out and yelps.]
Bleugh! Um It would be rude of me to brag.
Come on, Branch, this is amazing! You've got to tell the story.
Yes, Branch, tell us how you found its ticklish spot.
Yeah, tell us, Branch.
In song! Oh, OK, well One starry eve, much like tonight I wandered alone in the wood I remember it well 'Cos it was tonight And there the mighty beast stood Ooh! Back of the neck? Armpits? Ribs? Toes? Laughter was no guarantee But a Troll of my character Would never back down Until it shared its bounty with me But how? I tickled it on the thigh, my friend, I tickled it on the thigh Golden swag was its reply When I tickled it on the thigh I tickled it on the thigh, my friend, I tickled it on the thigh Golden swag was its reply When I tickled it on the thigh He tickled it on the thigh, my friend, He tickled it on the thigh Golden swag was its reply When he tickled it on the thigh, hey! Well, well, well, that was a whopper of a tale.
And all I can say is - Noogies! - [Branch giggles.]
Tummy bongos! Pizza toss! - Trolly-ho! Trolly-ho! Trolly-ho! - [loud stag call.]
- [Stag King snorts.]
- It's him.
Who wants to see Branch tickle him? Yeah! - Wait.
Now? - Of course, Branch-meister.
[Trolls cheer.]
Oh, I'm so excited.
Thank you, my boy.
"My boy"? Told you he'd like you.
Now go show us how it's done.
[King Stag snorts and cries out.]
Gee.
You know, it happened so fast.
I'm forgetting how I did it.
You tickled it on the thigh, my friend You tickled it on the thigh, hey! Oh, right, I sang that.
Great.
- [King Stag snorts.]
- [Branch.]
Ah! [King Stag snorts.]
[King Stag huffs.]
Hm? [CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!.]
[snorts.]
[Branch whimpers.]
Uh, his "about to laugh" face looks a lot like an "about to maim" face.
Actually, yeah.
I think you're right, Smidge.
[King Stag snorts.]
- Watch out! - Huh? [snorts.]
- [King Stag cries out.]
- [Branch.]
Woah! [Poppy screaming.]
Poppy! Making the Stag King laugh is the only way to stop this.
Give me the feather! Branch, what are you doing? I didn't get it to laugh that way.
[Branch cries out.]
[Poppy.]
Argh! [Poppy gasps.]
- I'm blind! - Nobody wants to see that! You go, boy! What was that? Bleugh! - I've got a confession.
- Oh! Put pants on, then confess.
Right, sorry, sorry.
Look, I never tickled the Stag King, OK? I just acted like I had, because I wanted you to like me, King Peppy.
You thought I'd only like you if you'd bag swag? Whoever gave you that idea? [Branch snarls.]
Abort, Guy.
Abort! Branch, my only concern is that you treat my daughter like a friend should.
And after what you just did, you're good in my scrapbook.
Aww! Besides, even if I didn't like you, she'd never listen to me.
She's very stubborn.
Right? Like when she makes up her mind, there's no changing it.
Oh, so true! Uh, what's going on here? - And how is she always so positive? - Yeah! [Peppy.]
"I'm Poppy, and I scrapbook every day.
" "My answer for everything is hugging.
" Turn it off once in a while, am I right? [Branch.]
This feels good.
[music blasts.]
[Trolls whistle and cheer.]
This is it, Trolls! Put your hands together for [Trolls shout.]
Wild Card Party Weekend! We're mixing things up and letting the Wheel decide who gets to host the weekend's big shindig! Big party.
Big party.
Big party! And the host of this weekend's party is DJ Suki! Come on down! Oh tight.
[moans.]
- Urgh! - [Poppy gasps.]
- [Troll.]
Oh! - [all gasp loudly.]
Everyone, stand back.
I'm a doctor.
[all.]
We know! You say that every time you make an entrance.
This Troll is burning up.
She clearly has a very contagious strain of - Sparkle Fever.
- Dang.
[takes deep breath.]
The prognosis isn't fatal so long as she doesn't host any parties this weekend.
A sickness that keeps her from hosting parties on the night she's picked to host a party? - Isn't that a little weird? - No weirder than this.
Good point.
[Poppy.]
Huh? Hmm.
Thanks for the "diagnosis," Doc.
Here's that mixtape I promised you.
As a doctor, this charade violates every ethic I hold dear.
But your jams are just too good.
- I know you didn't have Sparkle Fever! - Ah! Poppy? Where am I? Who am I? Whose hands are these? Urgh.
You don't have amnesia either, DJ.
[barks madly.]
- Or rabies.
- Dang.
Sorry, I just can't host that Wild Card Party.
Or any party.
Ever.
Wait.
Suki, are you saying you've never hosted a party before? I did once.
It was supposed to be a foam party, but turned out to be a nightmare.
[DJ.]
I couldn't keep track of it all.
I had punch, but no cups.
Dip but no chips.
And the recipe for the foam bug, it was so complicated.
Two parts soap, six and two-thirds tea spoons baking powder, eye of newt, twelve cups carbonated water Pinch of eight-fifths and half the second ton of [she grunts.]
So I panicked.
- Urgh! - [foam bug.]
Nom! [foam bug groans.]
[DJ whimpers.]
[Trolls scream.]
Oh, my guh! Well, at least no one who got bubbled up was hurt.
Tell that to the Troll that never came down.
Who, Toby? That was his choice.
- [dance music.]
- Bubble dancing forever! Still, parties are just too overwhelming for me.
But you deejay.
That's different.
When I deejay, I feel the flow like Oh! [Poppy.]
DJ! Party hosting is the same way.
Once you learn it, you feel the flow.
And I have the perfect thing to help with the learning part.
[Troll.]
Poppy's Party Crash Course! The refresher course I teach on all things celebratory.
Once you pass, throwing a party will be like Waka-waka bom! Tch-tch-tch! You're better at it that I am.
You really think I can do this? Then I say let's get this party class started! [dance music.]
All right, party people, class is in session.
Party class? I thought you said "classy party.
" I'm way overdressed.
I'm your teacher, and this is my assistant.
No talking! Anyway, now, hosting a great party is a big job.
But don't worry, we're gonna take it nice and slow.
OK? So let's start with a real simple question.
Who can tell me all 118 elements on the Party-odic table? - Huh? - Decorations.
Acoustics.
- Guest dynamics.
- Balloon animal composition.
Uh-uh.
Wait until you're called on.
Smidge, wanna pick someone? - How about Cooper? - Phew! Uh, sorry, read that wrong.
DJ Suki! Uh - Uh - [Smidge.]
DJ? - Argh! - [Poppy.]
DJ? DJ? Class is over.
Are you OK? After I asked you that question, you went into a fugue state for, like, four hours.
Uh, the good kind of fugue state, where I got the answer right? No.
Dang! I had no idea there was so much to learn.
We Trolls take our party-hosting pretty seriously.
But trust me, it will only get easier from here.
[school bell rings.]
If you want a perfect punch, you have to stick to the exact formula.
The exact formula! [screams.]
For a crowd-pleasing burst of candy from your piñata, put pressure on the candimus maximus.
[skull laughs madly.]
[Trolls laugh.]
Wait, does this help with parties? No.
But what's school without dodgeball? - [DJ screams.]
- [Trolls laugh.]
It's OK, you can do this.
Urgh.
[snores.]
No, Suki.
You're going to do this.
"Mustard is to hot dog, as frosting is to what kind of food?" All food, including hot dogs! Yes, love me a frosting dog! When you read this invitation, what themes do you think the author trying to convey? DJ? Well, ostensibly, the theme is backyard barbecue.
But when I looked again, I thought it was also an anniversary? Wow! It works on so many levels! [DJ.]
Using Trollstein's Principle, solve for the loudest item, apply the Cacophony Theorem, take the square root, carry the six, and the ideal ratio of sparklers to noisemakers is three to one! Looks like we have a party! [Trolls cry out.]
Yes! Tomorrow is the first day of final exams.
Using supplies I provide, each of you will get two hours to throw a bash for your classmates.
Smidge, who will go first? Aspen Heitz.
Phew! Sorry, read that wrong.
DJ Suki! Dang.
[school bell rings.]
Check the schedule for your slot and be at the ampitheater on time.
You get two hours, no exceptions! - Uh, DJ, aren't you going home? - No.
Gonna cram all night.
Got munchies, jug of drinking water, and another jug for Let's just say I'm not moving for ANY reason.
Oh, DJ, don't stay up all night.
You've already learned everything you need to know.
Now, you just gotta relax and feel the flow.
Sorry.
Can't talk.
Too focused.
Well, uh, OK.
Just don't push yourself too hard.
I won't.
Let the all-night cram jam begin! Question one! [clock ticking.]
Huh? I overslept! I'm late for the final! [DJ panting.]
DJ, there you are.
- How much time do I have left? - Only 40 minutes.
Nope, read it wrong.
20 minutes! I'm so sorry, Suki.
I'd give you more time, but the rest of the class is already on their way.
19:55, 19:54! - Man, this is so the opposite of tight.
- Forget the time.
Look, there are your supplies and fuzzlings you need to throw a killer bash.
[Poppy.]
We Trolls do take our party-hosting pretty seriously.
You can do this, DJ! You caused the bubbles? - [DJ.]
Parties are too overwhelming for me.
- Oh my Guh! [moans.]
[Poppy.]
Hey! You've worked really hard.
You know parties.
You can do this, DJ! Just feel the flow.
[Poppy.]
The flow The flow The The flow Just feel the flow.
The flow The The The flow The The The flow Drop the beat, y'all! - [dance music.]
- [beatboxes.]
- What's she doing? - She's feeling the flow.
Oh! Ooh-ooh! Yeah! [squeak.]
You all ready for this? PARTY Oh, yeah! And time! - [Smidge.]
Huh? - [Trolls cheer.]
Oh, yeah! OK! - Wow, you guys are really punctual.
- [Cooper.]
Wooh! Hey, look, y'all, punch AND cups! This party's crazy.
An open ice cream bar? A plus! Yo, Trolls, looks sick from up here! [Troll.]
Oh yeah! [Troll.]
Woo-hoo! You pass, girl! Now, it's my honor to present to you: your diploma.
Oh-oh! - After-party at my pod! - [Trolls cheer.]
Big party, big party, big party!
Aah, aah, ahh, aah Put your hair up in the air [Poppy.]
Lately, so many fun things have happened, like water-skiing.
Argh! Hair-achuting.
[bird caws.]
[Poppy.]
And making this scrapbook, of me making this scrapbook, of me making this scrapbook, of me making this scrapbook.
Yes, yes, delightful infinite regress, honey.
But you seem to be spending a lot of time with what's his name? That one, who sang a song to save us from the Bergens? Nearly went mad fighting you over a pillow? What's his name? Uh Bark? Branch.
And, yeah.
Lately, we've taken our relationship to the next level.
He's on your "Best Friends Wall"? [gasps.]
Oh, Poppy, that's wonderful.
Well, I need to get to know this young Troll, to talk with him, to laugh with him, to scrutinize his character.
- Hmm.
- In a fun way! So, tell him he's officially invited to my next Swag Stag Hunt! Urgh.
This is gonna be awful.
What? Swag stag hunting's awesome.
Yeah! We sneak up on the stags And then we tickle them until they cough up fun swag, like hats, hoodies and sun- gla-a-sses .
See? [stags giggle.]
Bleugh! Not that, although, gross.
I mean your dad, Poppy.
I feel like if I don't impress him, he's gonna dissaprove of me as your friend.
Branch, relax.
I told you he's done this with all my best friends, and he's loved every one of them.
Trolly-ho! Trolly-ho! Coop-meister, Smidge-meister, Guy-meister.
Favorite friends of my favorite daughter.
- You know what his calls for? Noogies! - Oh, stop it! - Tummy bongos! - Woo-hoo! - Pizza toss! - [Smidge giggles.]
Again! [giggles.]
See what I mean? Now, come on.
Wait, wait, wait.
Should I call him "Peppy" or "King Peppy"? Or what about "Uncle Peps"? Nah, that would be weird.
[gasps.]
Or would it? Yes, it would be weird.
Stop trying so hard.
Oh, good morning, honey.
Thank you for coming, Branch.
It is my pleasure, King Poopy.
Uh, I mean, King Poopy.
Sorry, I meant King Poopy! Why can't I stop saying it? Ha-ha! [Peppy.]
Hmm.
Uh What I was trying to say was - [stag cries out.]
- [gasps.]
It's him.
The King of the Stags, greatest of them all.
[stag cries out.]
[Peppy.]
And the meanest.
Legend says his swag is made of solid gold.
But no one has found his ticklish spot.
Oh, drat.
If only I had my binoculars.
- Here, use mine.
- Why, thank you, Branch.
My lucky hunting scarf! Sorry, I'll put it out! Argh! Argh! Argh! [sighs with relief.]
[screaming.]
- Not on the dry grass! - [Branch.]
No! [all scream.]
[they sigh with relief.]
[all scream.]
So sorry! I'll get it! Stop touching things! That was a disaster, wasn't it? Total catastrophe! I was like, "Why is he doing that?" Don't worry.
Dad knows it was an accident.
Now, load up, guys.
Dad wants to start the hunt, right after he scatters his scarf's remains.
[Branch sighs.]
I should be with him.
How did you guys get close to Poppy's dad? Have you heard the expression, "He who bags swag wins the everlasting respect of King Peppy?" - No.
- Me neither, but it's true in this case.
After we bagged our first swag, the old man warmed right up.
Think you can handle that? Let's bag some swag.
Come on, come on.
Got to find a stag! - Tickle, tickle, tickle! - [giggles.]
Bleugh! Foam finger! Trolly-ho! Dang it! OK, plenty out there for everyone.
[Branch gasps.]
There! - Coochy, coochy coo! - [giggles.]
Bleugh! - [Branch groans.]
- T-shirt cannon! Trolly-ho! [Branch.]
Come on, Mother Nature.
Help a Troll out.
[gasps.]
The King! Trolly-ho! Argh! Whoa! Whoa! - Argh! - [bang.]
Then I spotted him in the distance, and what I did is I glitter-farted my way right to him.
Branch, what are you still doing out here? We're drinking cocoa round the campfire.
Come join us.
Nope.
Not until I bag some swag.
Is this because of my dad? I told you to relax.
And frankly, it's getting on my nerves that you're still trying to impress him.
- Yeah, yeah, impress your dad, I know.
- [Poppy sighs angrily.]
Ooh! Got you.
[Branch.]
Who's got the solid gold swag? This Troll.
Yep.
Solid gold, alright.
Hm.
A first-timer bagged the unbaggable swag? - How? - Uh Gotcha! Woah! [shouts out and yelps.]
Bleugh! Um It would be rude of me to brag.
Come on, Branch, this is amazing! You've got to tell the story.
Yes, Branch, tell us how you found its ticklish spot.
Yeah, tell us, Branch.
In song! Oh, OK, well One starry eve, much like tonight I wandered alone in the wood I remember it well 'Cos it was tonight And there the mighty beast stood Ooh! Back of the neck? Armpits? Ribs? Toes? Laughter was no guarantee But a Troll of my character Would never back down Until it shared its bounty with me But how? I tickled it on the thigh, my friend, I tickled it on the thigh Golden swag was its reply When I tickled it on the thigh I tickled it on the thigh, my friend, I tickled it on the thigh Golden swag was its reply When I tickled it on the thigh He tickled it on the thigh, my friend, He tickled it on the thigh Golden swag was its reply When he tickled it on the thigh, hey! Well, well, well, that was a whopper of a tale.
And all I can say is - Noogies! - [Branch giggles.]
Tummy bongos! Pizza toss! - Trolly-ho! Trolly-ho! Trolly-ho! - [loud stag call.]
- [Stag King snorts.]
- It's him.
Who wants to see Branch tickle him? Yeah! - Wait.
Now? - Of course, Branch-meister.
[Trolls cheer.]
Oh, I'm so excited.
Thank you, my boy.
"My boy"? Told you he'd like you.
Now go show us how it's done.
[King Stag snorts and cries out.]
Gee.
You know, it happened so fast.
I'm forgetting how I did it.
You tickled it on the thigh, my friend You tickled it on the thigh, hey! Oh, right, I sang that.
Great.
- [King Stag snorts.]
- [Branch.]
Ah! [King Stag snorts.]
[King Stag huffs.]
Hm? [CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!.]
[snorts.]
[Branch whimpers.]
Uh, his "about to laugh" face looks a lot like an "about to maim" face.
Actually, yeah.
I think you're right, Smidge.
[King Stag snorts.]
- Watch out! - Huh? [snorts.]
- [King Stag cries out.]
- [Branch.]
Woah! [Poppy screaming.]
Poppy! Making the Stag King laugh is the only way to stop this.
Give me the feather! Branch, what are you doing? I didn't get it to laugh that way.
[Branch cries out.]
[Poppy.]
Argh! [Poppy gasps.]
- I'm blind! - Nobody wants to see that! You go, boy! What was that? Bleugh! - I've got a confession.
- Oh! Put pants on, then confess.
Right, sorry, sorry.
Look, I never tickled the Stag King, OK? I just acted like I had, because I wanted you to like me, King Peppy.
You thought I'd only like you if you'd bag swag? Whoever gave you that idea? [Branch snarls.]
Abort, Guy.
Abort! Branch, my only concern is that you treat my daughter like a friend should.
And after what you just did, you're good in my scrapbook.
Aww! Besides, even if I didn't like you, she'd never listen to me.
She's very stubborn.
Right? Like when she makes up her mind, there's no changing it.
Oh, so true! Uh, what's going on here? - And how is she always so positive? - Yeah! [Peppy.]
"I'm Poppy, and I scrapbook every day.
" "My answer for everything is hugging.
" Turn it off once in a while, am I right? [Branch.]
This feels good.
[music blasts.]
[Trolls whistle and cheer.]
This is it, Trolls! Put your hands together for [Trolls shout.]
Wild Card Party Weekend! We're mixing things up and letting the Wheel decide who gets to host the weekend's big shindig! Big party.
Big party.
Big party! And the host of this weekend's party is DJ Suki! Come on down! Oh tight.
[moans.]
- Urgh! - [Poppy gasps.]
- [Troll.]
Oh! - [all gasp loudly.]
Everyone, stand back.
I'm a doctor.
[all.]
We know! You say that every time you make an entrance.
This Troll is burning up.
She clearly has a very contagious strain of - Sparkle Fever.
- Dang.
[takes deep breath.]
The prognosis isn't fatal so long as she doesn't host any parties this weekend.
A sickness that keeps her from hosting parties on the night she's picked to host a party? - Isn't that a little weird? - No weirder than this.
Good point.
[Poppy.]
Huh? Hmm.
Thanks for the "diagnosis," Doc.
Here's that mixtape I promised you.
As a doctor, this charade violates every ethic I hold dear.
But your jams are just too good.
- I know you didn't have Sparkle Fever! - Ah! Poppy? Where am I? Who am I? Whose hands are these? Urgh.
You don't have amnesia either, DJ.
[barks madly.]
- Or rabies.
- Dang.
Sorry, I just can't host that Wild Card Party.
Or any party.
Ever.
Wait.
Suki, are you saying you've never hosted a party before? I did once.
It was supposed to be a foam party, but turned out to be a nightmare.
[DJ.]
I couldn't keep track of it all.
I had punch, but no cups.
Dip but no chips.
And the recipe for the foam bug, it was so complicated.
Two parts soap, six and two-thirds tea spoons baking powder, eye of newt, twelve cups carbonated water Pinch of eight-fifths and half the second ton of [she grunts.]
So I panicked.
- Urgh! - [foam bug.]
Nom! [foam bug groans.]
[DJ whimpers.]
[Trolls scream.]
Oh, my guh! Well, at least no one who got bubbled up was hurt.
Tell that to the Troll that never came down.
Who, Toby? That was his choice.
- [dance music.]
- Bubble dancing forever! Still, parties are just too overwhelming for me.
But you deejay.
That's different.
When I deejay, I feel the flow like Oh! [Poppy.]
DJ! Party hosting is the same way.
Once you learn it, you feel the flow.
And I have the perfect thing to help with the learning part.
[Troll.]
Poppy's Party Crash Course! The refresher course I teach on all things celebratory.
Once you pass, throwing a party will be like Waka-waka bom! Tch-tch-tch! You're better at it that I am.
You really think I can do this? Then I say let's get this party class started! [dance music.]
All right, party people, class is in session.
Party class? I thought you said "classy party.
" I'm way overdressed.
I'm your teacher, and this is my assistant.
No talking! Anyway, now, hosting a great party is a big job.
But don't worry, we're gonna take it nice and slow.
OK? So let's start with a real simple question.
Who can tell me all 118 elements on the Party-odic table? - Huh? - Decorations.
Acoustics.
- Guest dynamics.
- Balloon animal composition.
Uh-uh.
Wait until you're called on.
Smidge, wanna pick someone? - How about Cooper? - Phew! Uh, sorry, read that wrong.
DJ Suki! Uh - Uh - [Smidge.]
DJ? - Argh! - [Poppy.]
DJ? DJ? Class is over.
Are you OK? After I asked you that question, you went into a fugue state for, like, four hours.
Uh, the good kind of fugue state, where I got the answer right? No.
Dang! I had no idea there was so much to learn.
We Trolls take our party-hosting pretty seriously.
But trust me, it will only get easier from here.
[school bell rings.]
If you want a perfect punch, you have to stick to the exact formula.
The exact formula! [screams.]
For a crowd-pleasing burst of candy from your piñata, put pressure on the candimus maximus.
[skull laughs madly.]
[Trolls laugh.]
Wait, does this help with parties? No.
But what's school without dodgeball? - [DJ screams.]
- [Trolls laugh.]
It's OK, you can do this.
Urgh.
[snores.]
No, Suki.
You're going to do this.
"Mustard is to hot dog, as frosting is to what kind of food?" All food, including hot dogs! Yes, love me a frosting dog! When you read this invitation, what themes do you think the author trying to convey? DJ? Well, ostensibly, the theme is backyard barbecue.
But when I looked again, I thought it was also an anniversary? Wow! It works on so many levels! [DJ.]
Using Trollstein's Principle, solve for the loudest item, apply the Cacophony Theorem, take the square root, carry the six, and the ideal ratio of sparklers to noisemakers is three to one! Looks like we have a party! [Trolls cry out.]
Yes! Tomorrow is the first day of final exams.
Using supplies I provide, each of you will get two hours to throw a bash for your classmates.
Smidge, who will go first? Aspen Heitz.
Phew! Sorry, read that wrong.
DJ Suki! Dang.
[school bell rings.]
Check the schedule for your slot and be at the ampitheater on time.
You get two hours, no exceptions! - Uh, DJ, aren't you going home? - No.
Gonna cram all night.
Got munchies, jug of drinking water, and another jug for Let's just say I'm not moving for ANY reason.
Oh, DJ, don't stay up all night.
You've already learned everything you need to know.
Now, you just gotta relax and feel the flow.
Sorry.
Can't talk.
Too focused.
Well, uh, OK.
Just don't push yourself too hard.
I won't.
Let the all-night cram jam begin! Question one! [clock ticking.]
Huh? I overslept! I'm late for the final! [DJ panting.]
DJ, there you are.
- How much time do I have left? - Only 40 minutes.
Nope, read it wrong.
20 minutes! I'm so sorry, Suki.
I'd give you more time, but the rest of the class is already on their way.
19:55, 19:54! - Man, this is so the opposite of tight.
- Forget the time.
Look, there are your supplies and fuzzlings you need to throw a killer bash.
[Poppy.]
We Trolls do take our party-hosting pretty seriously.
You can do this, DJ! You caused the bubbles? - [DJ.]
Parties are too overwhelming for me.
- Oh my Guh! [moans.]
[Poppy.]
Hey! You've worked really hard.
You know parties.
You can do this, DJ! Just feel the flow.
[Poppy.]
The flow The flow The The flow Just feel the flow.
The flow The The The flow The The The flow Drop the beat, y'all! - [dance music.]
- [beatboxes.]
- What's she doing? - She's feeling the flow.
Oh! Ooh-ooh! Yeah! [squeak.]
You all ready for this? PARTY Oh, yeah! And time! - [Smidge.]
Huh? - [Trolls cheer.]
Oh, yeah! OK! - Wow, you guys are really punctual.
- [Cooper.]
Wooh! Hey, look, y'all, punch AND cups! This party's crazy.
An open ice cream bar? A plus! Yo, Trolls, looks sick from up here! [Troll.]
Oh yeah! [Troll.]
Woo-hoo! You pass, girl! Now, it's my honor to present to you: your diploma.
Oh-oh! - After-party at my pod! - [Trolls cheer.]
Big party, big party, big party!