Trolls: The Beat Goes On! (2018) s07e09 Episode Script
Doc Doc, Who's There - Tour Guide of Duty
1 Put your hair up in the air - Live it up - Hey! Every day you wake up singing - Turn it up - Whoo! 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 Because 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 Put your hair up in the air Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Smidge, I know this is tough, but only you can make this choice.
Everyone is counting on you.
[in unison.]
Yeah, Smidge, we're counting on you.
So, please, reach deep down inside yourself, summon your courage and pick an ice cream flavor.
[Smidge.]
B-But there's too many options.
- [others grunt.]
- Um Quick, give me samples of everything! You got it.
No! Smidge, not so fast, or you'll get a [grunts.]
Brain freeze! - [Smidge yelling.]
- Ooh! Are you OK? [yelling.]
Feels like [laughter continues.]
Don't worry, I'll get you help.
I'm taking you to Dr.
Moonbloom.
Dr.
Moonbloom? No, I don't need to see her.
I suddenly feel 100% better.
[chuckles.]
See? [yelling.]
I'm in agony! Just don't take me to see Dr.
Moonbloom! What? Why not? Because she's so intimidating.
Smidge, your test results have come back and I'm afraid they're not good.
[groans.]
They're great.
- I've been there.
- Same for me.
Yeah, I haven't visited Dr.
Moonbloom for years.
Not that it matters.
My beautiful bod has never exhibited any unusual symptoms.
[squeak.]
Wait.
Trolls aren't getting proper medical attention? I'll go talk to the doctor and straighten this out.
[flatline beep.]
Make a note for the log: I lost another one.
[both gasp.]
My hug watch.
I can't keep track of those things.
Oh.
Queen Poppy, I understand you need to speak with me? Yeah, um I just learned that some of your patients might find your bedside manner a tiny bit intimidating.
Really? You just need to lighten up a little.
Greet each patient with a smile, maybe even a laugh.
Understood.
Good afternoon.
I'm ready to see you now.
What? [cackling continues.]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Not like that.
- [sobbing.]
See, to put the Trolls at ease, you've got to be more fun, more playful, more silly.
And I know just the Troll to help.
Whoo! [laughs.]
Cooper is a silly master.
He spends hours a day chasing his own tail.
But Cooper doesn't have a tail.
I've got you now, tail! Exactly.
He is so next level.
Hey, Cooper, can you take a break? Sure thing, Poppy! What can I do for you? Dr.
Moonbloom here wants to be less intimidating.
I already know what you're gonna ask, and the answer is yes you can watch me play the flute with my nose! - [plays melody.]
- No.
No.
Cooper, no! She wants you to teach her how to be silly.
Oh! Well, that will be easy.
You see, there's a little silly in all our hearts.
It dresses like a banana and loves to play the accordion.
[laughs.]
Inaccurate.
I've studied the Troll anatomy thoroughly.
I assure you there's no silly in my heart.
Of course there is.
Here! [nose honks.]
Now, what do you see? [gasps.]
I see a Troll with an engorged nose.
I may need to amputate.
I'll have my assistant clear my afternoon.
Hey, Frank, clear my afternoon! [kids chattering.]
- [bell rings.]
- Hey, hey, kids! It's silly time! - [playing kazoo.]
- [kids cheering.]
- Yeah! - Whoo! [Cooper laughs.]
See? Now you try.
[kids chattering.]
Greetings, children.
This time has been designated for frivolity.
- [grunts.]
- [kids gasp.]
- [kazoo honks.]
- [kids.]
Huh? - Yay! Hm? - [air hisses.]
No! We're losing him! [electrical crackling.]
Don't you give up on me! - [flatline beep.]
- [kids screaming.]
I lost another one.
I think you better take her back to the basics.
Find your inner silly.
What What is this for? Hit yourself in the face.
- What? - Do it.
[groans.]
- I don't see the - Again.
Uh Again.
- [splatting continues.]
- Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again, again, again, again.
Stop! [heart beating.]
There's a little silly in all our hearts.
[laughter continues.]
I found my silly! [pounding dance music.]
[kids laughing.]
[bell dings.]
Ah [mimics walrus.]
[cheering.]
[mimicking walrus.]
[cheering and laughter.]
[laughter continues.]
[cheering and laughter.]
Thank you, thank you.
[nose honks.]
You've been great patients.
[both laugh.]
It's weird saying this about a doctor, but she killed it out there! [laughs.]
And we did our part to keep Troll Village happy and healthy.
- Hey-o! - Yay! Ow! My hand! Ooh! High-five sprain.
Those hurt so bad.
Dr.
Moonbloom, can you treat him? Absolutely.
You just have to wait three weeks.
See, Cooper, you just have to wait Hold on.
Three weeks? Yes.
Word of my silliness has gone viral.
My schedule is booked.
See? [crowd cheering.]
Yeah! Wait, do any of you actually need medical attention? Dude, she said medical attention.
Oh.
Ooh.
We may have overcorrected here.
It feels like your new-found silliness conflicts with your clinic work, Doc.
I concur.
In fact, I've already made a decision.
Effective immediately, I'm leaving the clinic to make Trolls laugh full-time.
What? You can't quit! I always thought medicine was your true passion.
It was.
But by awakening my silliness, you've put me on a new path.
- [nose honks.]
- I have to see where it leads.
But wait! Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to practice some silly walks.
I'm taking this show on the road.
[accordion playing.]
[gasps.]
[grunts.]
OK.
If Dr.
Moonbloom isn't a doctor anymore, who's gonna take care of Troll Village? [gasps.]
[Poppy grunts.]
[Poppy.]
OK, according to this medical scrapbook, your sprain should heal in a few days.
But I wouldn't run around on it.
You got it, Dr.
Poppy.
One down.
Who's next, Smidge? Let's see.
Suki is suffering from a bad case of DJ's elbow.
[groans.]
It won't stop scratching! Harper's leg has fallen asleep.
[snoring.]
Ooh.
That's bad.
And King Peppy needs you to examine a suspicious mole.
I don't know what he's up to.
[mole cackling.]
- [Guy.]
Emergency! - [others.]
Huh? It's Gia! [auto-tuned.]
She has gum in her hair! Get it out! Get it out! [gasps.]
Um Uh Poppy, I'm detecting faint pulse at 200.
We may have to incubate.
- What? - I don't know.
I have no idea what I'm doing! [screams.]
Oh, my guh! Um Uh Get me a comb, stat! No, Poppy! You're not trained for this.
We need Dr.
Moonbloom.
She can't help us right now! We're on our own.
[gasps.]
- [circus music.]
- [audience cheering.]
Good evening, Trolls! I present to you, Dr.
Moonbloom! [cheering.]
It's silly time! - [horn honks.]
- [bell ringing.]
[audience gasps.]
Chocolate pudding! [laughter and cheering.]
[coughing.]
Where Where is that coming from? [laughter and coughing continues.]
[coughing.]
That's quite a cough.
You should get that looked at.
[laughter.]
That That wasn't a joke.
I'm serious.
If you don't get it treated, you're done for.
[laughter continues.]
[beeping.]
[grunts.]
[grunts.]
[screams.]
The comb broke! Now how do we get out the comb? We'll comb it out! Smidge, no! We only have one option left.
- Scissors.
- [gasps.]
No! This is the best haircut I've ever had! I'm sorry, Gia.
It's the only way.
[whimpers.]
[Dr.
Moonbloom.]
Step aside! I'm a doctor! Oh, thank Trolly Heaven.
Dr.
Moonbloom, you're back! But you were following a new path.
I was.
And it led me right back here, to my true passion.
Now, let's look at that hair.
Hm.
Yes.
I'm sorry, Gia.
You're not going to make it [whimpers.]
home for at least an hour.
That's how long it takes peanut butter to get gum out.
Looks like we got back the same old Dr.
Moonbloom.
By the way, did you hear the one about the puffalo with no ears? - No.
- Neither did he.
- [nose honks.]
- [laughter.]
Eh, not quite.
- [crowd cheering.]
- Trolls in need of help.
A community eager to lend a hand.
But who will be chosen? We'll find out at the Volunteer Draft! [cheering.]
And with the first pick in the draft, Biggie needs help teaching Mr.
Dinkles how to ride his unicycle.
- [crowd.]
Aw! - Meep.
So, Biggie, who's it gonna be? Um - [Troll.]
Oh, me, me, me! - [Biggie.]
Um Well, I choose DJ Suki! - [cheering.]
- Yeah! Whoo! Wow! My first Volunteer Draft.
Is it just me, or do you guys feel really good right now? Not just you.
That's what helping Trolls in need does.
It brings out the very best in us.
I love you.
I love you, too.
[both.]
Ooh! This is so weird.
I know.
And with the second pick in the draft, Dr.
Moonbloom needs "a surgical assistant"? - Doesn't that require training? - I choose - [crowd clamoring.]
- Me, me, me, me! Me! Cooper, time to scrub in! You got it, Doctor.
[grunts.]
Yeah! Huh.
Thought I was a shoo-in there.
But be patient, Branch.
You'll get picked.
It's just a matter of time.
[clock ticking.]
[bell tolls.]
- And with the last pick in the draft - Me, right here! Dad, who do you choose? Let me see.
Me! Come on, please! I'll take the rock! The rock? But you need someone to teach you how to swim, and you picked a rock? Well, frankly, Branch, he wouldn't be my first choice, but we all know how you don't like to be bothered, so you're welcome! B-But "Hate to be bothered"? What does that mean? I really want to help.
Don't take it so hard, Branch.
The Village hasn't gotten over the impression you made in your bunker days.
You weren't exactly known as a Troll who was eager to lend a hand.
Could I borrow a cup of sugar? Half a cup? [screams.]
That was the old me.
[sighs.]
I've learned to love this community since then, and I want to do my part.
I just need a chance to show everyone that.
What? You've just grown so much.
Please don't.
Sorry, I have to.
[inhales.]
Branch! [sobbing.]
I'm so proud of you! We're panicking.
We're panicking.
We're panicking.
We're panicking.
Uh Tug? Hello, everybody! Hi Tug.
How's the tour guiding going? Yeah, you seem a little off? Fun fact: This smile is currently masking an internal storm of terror and unease.
Oh, no! Please tell me I didn't miss the Volunteer Draft, because if you look directly in front of you, you'll see a Troll in desperate need of assistance.
[giggling.]
[sobbing.]
Don't worry, Tug.
Help is right here.
Oh.
Branch, you want to help? Whatever you need, I'm your Troll.
Lay it on me.
Very well.
As you might know, I am debuting a brand-new tour tomorrow.
Of course! The whole Village is counting down the minutes.
Yes, but what you don't know is [giggles.]
there is no tour! [both gasp.]
What a disaster! How can there be no tour, Tug? You've been preparing it for weeks.
Right you are.
I even picked a location.
The island that recently popped up in the middle of the lagoon? Mystery Island? That would make a great tour! I thought so, too! [Tug.]
Until it swam away.
[island grunts.]
No! OK, so you need a new idea.
Let's see, big tour [gasps.]
What about the Eyestalk Caverns? You mean the Ocular Odyssey? It's already one of my most popular attractions.
[gasps.]
The Valley of Thorns! The Prickly Pilgrimage! - OK, what about - The Bergen Town Bus Ride? I've got it! The Tunnels of Certain Death, Death, Death! Meh Hey, there's no such thing as a bad idea.
[giggles.]
That statement is false.
Well, I'm not giving up.
I know there's a new tour out there, and I'm the friend who's gonna find it for you.
OK, lead the way.
And we're walking, we're walking.
Ready for some woolly wonder? Then come take a tour that isn't all fluff.
[laughs.]
Welcome to Puffalo Plains.
- [puffalos bleating.]
- [giggles.]
Adorable idea, Branch.
Unfortunately, molting season starts very soon.
- Huh? - [bleating.]
Ooh.
Maybe instead of looking for a big tour idea, we should think small.
Take in the tiniest of attractions.
Marvel at the minute majesty of the Ant-Critter Queendom.
[ants chattering.]
[ants cheering.]
Truly delightful! - Except at this time of day.
- [wind gusts.]
[sizzling.]
[screaming.]
Ah! Sorry! Sorry! [blowing.]
Ah! Sorry! Tug, I've got it! I've got it! You can do your next tour at Fun Mountain! [shrieks.]
We have a Fun Mountain? No.
Oh.
I have to face the fun facts.
It's time for me to break the cardinal rule of tour-guidery [gasps.]
and cancel.
[gasps.]
No, Tug.
I said I'd lend a hand and that's exactly what I'll do.
But how, Branch? You've considered every tour location in the forest.
[sighs.]
Not every location.
Get ready for an exciting new tour of - Branch's Bunker! - [cheering.]
What? Branch, you hate having people in your bunker.
- Shh! - Curiosities around every corner.
Wow.
And you're sure it's not a bother, Branch? A bother? Are you kidding? I'm here to help.
You certainly are.
Mm! We're hugging, we're hugging! Prepare to be overwhelmed, underground.
It's Tug Duluth Adventures Fear Bunker Foray! [cheering.]
[Troll.]
Yeah! Wahoo! Branch? It's OK, Poppy.
I know what you're gonna say.
That I'm a very private Troll, and that inviting the entire Village to parade through my bunker is a classic Branch freak-out waiting to happen.
But I am a helpful Troll.
I can do this.
First fun fact of our tour: Branch has many entrances that he keeps secret for fear that exposure will threaten security.
Wait, what? [Trolls.]
Ooh! Wow! [cheering.]
[gasps.]
[auto-tuned.]
Unrestricted access! [Guy laughs.]
I'm a helpful Troll.
I can do this.
- I know.
- I can do this.
- I know you can.
Shh-shh.
- I'm a helpful Troll.
Branch's audio journals provide an accurate account of his time alone.
Not the tapes! [Tug.]
Join me as we descend into the depths of boredom.
[Branch.]
I never realized how weird my name sounds.
Branch.
[enunciates.]
Branch.
[slowly.]
Branch.
- [laughter.]
- [Branch groans.]
As you can see by Branch's rations, the key to subterranean survival is effective food storage.
- Try a free sample with every tour.
- Uh [Keith.]
Yeah! Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate! Not chocolate.
Not chocolate.
[gasps.]
[groans.]
Not chocolate! I'm a helpful Troll! Directly in front of you, we come to Branch's prized possession.
Gary, the remote control.
[gasps.]
Hold my hand! [in unison.]
Ooh! - [laughter.]
- [Gary beeping.]
I got to get out of here, or a classic Branch freak-out is gonna happen in 30 seconds! - Twenty-nine, 28 - [gasps.]
Well, then go, Branch! Just get out of here! Twenty-five, 24 Elevator! No! Twenty.
Alternative exit! - Nineteen.
- [Guy.]
Unrestricted access! Sixteen, 15 My safe room! It's the only chance I have left! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two Mm.
Chocolate.
[screams.]
No! [gasps.]
Hello, Branch.
Hi, Tug.
Fun fact: That was really weird.
[sighs.]
I know.
It was.
I really wanted to help you out, but the truth is that I do get bothered by a lot of things.
And this tour is just too much for me.
Attention.
A new attraction has just been added to today's tour.
On my right, you'll see one of the kindest, most helpful friends I've ever had.
Huh? Me? But I failed you.
That statement is false.
Everyone has their limits, Branch.
You gave me everything you had.
What more could I want from a friend? [Poppy.]
She's right, Branch.
We may not ask you to do little stuff, but you never let us down when it matters.
That's right.
You saved us when we needed a fashion model.
And you helped me pitch the Farty Party to Sky Toronto.
You even discovered that imposter who was spying on the Village.
Whatever happened to that guy? Oh, there is a question mark hanging over that.
Huh.
Yeah, I guess I did.
Well, technically, we both Bup-bup! Don't ruin it.
Thanks, everybody.
I guess I have come a long way since my bunker days.
Thank you for reminding me.
[cheering.]
But you still have to leave.
Everyone is counting on you.
[in unison.]
Yeah, Smidge, we're counting on you.
So, please, reach deep down inside yourself, summon your courage and pick an ice cream flavor.
[Smidge.]
B-But there's too many options.
- [others grunt.]
- Um Quick, give me samples of everything! You got it.
No! Smidge, not so fast, or you'll get a [grunts.]
Brain freeze! - [Smidge yelling.]
- Ooh! Are you OK? [yelling.]
Feels like [laughter continues.]
Don't worry, I'll get you help.
I'm taking you to Dr.
Moonbloom.
Dr.
Moonbloom? No, I don't need to see her.
I suddenly feel 100% better.
[chuckles.]
See? [yelling.]
I'm in agony! Just don't take me to see Dr.
Moonbloom! What? Why not? Because she's so intimidating.
Smidge, your test results have come back and I'm afraid they're not good.
[groans.]
They're great.
- I've been there.
- Same for me.
Yeah, I haven't visited Dr.
Moonbloom for years.
Not that it matters.
My beautiful bod has never exhibited any unusual symptoms.
[squeak.]
Wait.
Trolls aren't getting proper medical attention? I'll go talk to the doctor and straighten this out.
[flatline beep.]
Make a note for the log: I lost another one.
[both gasp.]
My hug watch.
I can't keep track of those things.
Oh.
Queen Poppy, I understand you need to speak with me? Yeah, um I just learned that some of your patients might find your bedside manner a tiny bit intimidating.
Really? You just need to lighten up a little.
Greet each patient with a smile, maybe even a laugh.
Understood.
Good afternoon.
I'm ready to see you now.
What? [cackling continues.]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Not like that.
- [sobbing.]
See, to put the Trolls at ease, you've got to be more fun, more playful, more silly.
And I know just the Troll to help.
Whoo! [laughs.]
Cooper is a silly master.
He spends hours a day chasing his own tail.
But Cooper doesn't have a tail.
I've got you now, tail! Exactly.
He is so next level.
Hey, Cooper, can you take a break? Sure thing, Poppy! What can I do for you? Dr.
Moonbloom here wants to be less intimidating.
I already know what you're gonna ask, and the answer is yes you can watch me play the flute with my nose! - [plays melody.]
- No.
No.
Cooper, no! She wants you to teach her how to be silly.
Oh! Well, that will be easy.
You see, there's a little silly in all our hearts.
It dresses like a banana and loves to play the accordion.
[laughs.]
Inaccurate.
I've studied the Troll anatomy thoroughly.
I assure you there's no silly in my heart.
Of course there is.
Here! [nose honks.]
Now, what do you see? [gasps.]
I see a Troll with an engorged nose.
I may need to amputate.
I'll have my assistant clear my afternoon.
Hey, Frank, clear my afternoon! [kids chattering.]
- [bell rings.]
- Hey, hey, kids! It's silly time! - [playing kazoo.]
- [kids cheering.]
- Yeah! - Whoo! [Cooper laughs.]
See? Now you try.
[kids chattering.]
Greetings, children.
This time has been designated for frivolity.
- [grunts.]
- [kids gasp.]
- [kazoo honks.]
- [kids.]
Huh? - Yay! Hm? - [air hisses.]
No! We're losing him! [electrical crackling.]
Don't you give up on me! - [flatline beep.]
- [kids screaming.]
I lost another one.
I think you better take her back to the basics.
Find your inner silly.
What What is this for? Hit yourself in the face.
- What? - Do it.
[groans.]
- I don't see the - Again.
Uh Again.
- [splatting continues.]
- Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again, again, again, again.
Stop! [heart beating.]
There's a little silly in all our hearts.
[laughter continues.]
I found my silly! [pounding dance music.]
[kids laughing.]
[bell dings.]
Ah [mimics walrus.]
[cheering.]
[mimicking walrus.]
[cheering and laughter.]
[laughter continues.]
[cheering and laughter.]
Thank you, thank you.
[nose honks.]
You've been great patients.
[both laugh.]
It's weird saying this about a doctor, but she killed it out there! [laughs.]
And we did our part to keep Troll Village happy and healthy.
- Hey-o! - Yay! Ow! My hand! Ooh! High-five sprain.
Those hurt so bad.
Dr.
Moonbloom, can you treat him? Absolutely.
You just have to wait three weeks.
See, Cooper, you just have to wait Hold on.
Three weeks? Yes.
Word of my silliness has gone viral.
My schedule is booked.
See? [crowd cheering.]
Yeah! Wait, do any of you actually need medical attention? Dude, she said medical attention.
Oh.
Ooh.
We may have overcorrected here.
It feels like your new-found silliness conflicts with your clinic work, Doc.
I concur.
In fact, I've already made a decision.
Effective immediately, I'm leaving the clinic to make Trolls laugh full-time.
What? You can't quit! I always thought medicine was your true passion.
It was.
But by awakening my silliness, you've put me on a new path.
- [nose honks.]
- I have to see where it leads.
But wait! Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to practice some silly walks.
I'm taking this show on the road.
[accordion playing.]
[gasps.]
[grunts.]
OK.
If Dr.
Moonbloom isn't a doctor anymore, who's gonna take care of Troll Village? [gasps.]
[Poppy grunts.]
[Poppy.]
OK, according to this medical scrapbook, your sprain should heal in a few days.
But I wouldn't run around on it.
You got it, Dr.
Poppy.
One down.
Who's next, Smidge? Let's see.
Suki is suffering from a bad case of DJ's elbow.
[groans.]
It won't stop scratching! Harper's leg has fallen asleep.
[snoring.]
Ooh.
That's bad.
And King Peppy needs you to examine a suspicious mole.
I don't know what he's up to.
[mole cackling.]
- [Guy.]
Emergency! - [others.]
Huh? It's Gia! [auto-tuned.]
She has gum in her hair! Get it out! Get it out! [gasps.]
Um Uh Poppy, I'm detecting faint pulse at 200.
We may have to incubate.
- What? - I don't know.
I have no idea what I'm doing! [screams.]
Oh, my guh! Um Uh Get me a comb, stat! No, Poppy! You're not trained for this.
We need Dr.
Moonbloom.
She can't help us right now! We're on our own.
[gasps.]
- [circus music.]
- [audience cheering.]
Good evening, Trolls! I present to you, Dr.
Moonbloom! [cheering.]
It's silly time! - [horn honks.]
- [bell ringing.]
[audience gasps.]
Chocolate pudding! [laughter and cheering.]
[coughing.]
Where Where is that coming from? [laughter and coughing continues.]
[coughing.]
That's quite a cough.
You should get that looked at.
[laughter.]
That That wasn't a joke.
I'm serious.
If you don't get it treated, you're done for.
[laughter continues.]
[beeping.]
[grunts.]
[grunts.]
[screams.]
The comb broke! Now how do we get out the comb? We'll comb it out! Smidge, no! We only have one option left.
- Scissors.
- [gasps.]
No! This is the best haircut I've ever had! I'm sorry, Gia.
It's the only way.
[whimpers.]
[Dr.
Moonbloom.]
Step aside! I'm a doctor! Oh, thank Trolly Heaven.
Dr.
Moonbloom, you're back! But you were following a new path.
I was.
And it led me right back here, to my true passion.
Now, let's look at that hair.
Hm.
Yes.
I'm sorry, Gia.
You're not going to make it [whimpers.]
home for at least an hour.
That's how long it takes peanut butter to get gum out.
Looks like we got back the same old Dr.
Moonbloom.
By the way, did you hear the one about the puffalo with no ears? - No.
- Neither did he.
- [nose honks.]
- [laughter.]
Eh, not quite.
- [crowd cheering.]
- Trolls in need of help.
A community eager to lend a hand.
But who will be chosen? We'll find out at the Volunteer Draft! [cheering.]
And with the first pick in the draft, Biggie needs help teaching Mr.
Dinkles how to ride his unicycle.
- [crowd.]
Aw! - Meep.
So, Biggie, who's it gonna be? Um - [Troll.]
Oh, me, me, me! - [Biggie.]
Um Well, I choose DJ Suki! - [cheering.]
- Yeah! Whoo! Wow! My first Volunteer Draft.
Is it just me, or do you guys feel really good right now? Not just you.
That's what helping Trolls in need does.
It brings out the very best in us.
I love you.
I love you, too.
[both.]
Ooh! This is so weird.
I know.
And with the second pick in the draft, Dr.
Moonbloom needs "a surgical assistant"? - Doesn't that require training? - I choose - [crowd clamoring.]
- Me, me, me, me! Me! Cooper, time to scrub in! You got it, Doctor.
[grunts.]
Yeah! Huh.
Thought I was a shoo-in there.
But be patient, Branch.
You'll get picked.
It's just a matter of time.
[clock ticking.]
[bell tolls.]
- And with the last pick in the draft - Me, right here! Dad, who do you choose? Let me see.
Me! Come on, please! I'll take the rock! The rock? But you need someone to teach you how to swim, and you picked a rock? Well, frankly, Branch, he wouldn't be my first choice, but we all know how you don't like to be bothered, so you're welcome! B-But "Hate to be bothered"? What does that mean? I really want to help.
Don't take it so hard, Branch.
The Village hasn't gotten over the impression you made in your bunker days.
You weren't exactly known as a Troll who was eager to lend a hand.
Could I borrow a cup of sugar? Half a cup? [screams.]
That was the old me.
[sighs.]
I've learned to love this community since then, and I want to do my part.
I just need a chance to show everyone that.
What? You've just grown so much.
Please don't.
Sorry, I have to.
[inhales.]
Branch! [sobbing.]
I'm so proud of you! We're panicking.
We're panicking.
We're panicking.
We're panicking.
Uh Tug? Hello, everybody! Hi Tug.
How's the tour guiding going? Yeah, you seem a little off? Fun fact: This smile is currently masking an internal storm of terror and unease.
Oh, no! Please tell me I didn't miss the Volunteer Draft, because if you look directly in front of you, you'll see a Troll in desperate need of assistance.
[giggling.]
[sobbing.]
Don't worry, Tug.
Help is right here.
Oh.
Branch, you want to help? Whatever you need, I'm your Troll.
Lay it on me.
Very well.
As you might know, I am debuting a brand-new tour tomorrow.
Of course! The whole Village is counting down the minutes.
Yes, but what you don't know is [giggles.]
there is no tour! [both gasp.]
What a disaster! How can there be no tour, Tug? You've been preparing it for weeks.
Right you are.
I even picked a location.
The island that recently popped up in the middle of the lagoon? Mystery Island? That would make a great tour! I thought so, too! [Tug.]
Until it swam away.
[island grunts.]
No! OK, so you need a new idea.
Let's see, big tour [gasps.]
What about the Eyestalk Caverns? You mean the Ocular Odyssey? It's already one of my most popular attractions.
[gasps.]
The Valley of Thorns! The Prickly Pilgrimage! - OK, what about - The Bergen Town Bus Ride? I've got it! The Tunnels of Certain Death, Death, Death! Meh Hey, there's no such thing as a bad idea.
[giggles.]
That statement is false.
Well, I'm not giving up.
I know there's a new tour out there, and I'm the friend who's gonna find it for you.
OK, lead the way.
And we're walking, we're walking.
Ready for some woolly wonder? Then come take a tour that isn't all fluff.
[laughs.]
Welcome to Puffalo Plains.
- [puffalos bleating.]
- [giggles.]
Adorable idea, Branch.
Unfortunately, molting season starts very soon.
- Huh? - [bleating.]
Ooh.
Maybe instead of looking for a big tour idea, we should think small.
Take in the tiniest of attractions.
Marvel at the minute majesty of the Ant-Critter Queendom.
[ants chattering.]
[ants cheering.]
Truly delightful! - Except at this time of day.
- [wind gusts.]
[sizzling.]
[screaming.]
Ah! Sorry! Sorry! [blowing.]
Ah! Sorry! Tug, I've got it! I've got it! You can do your next tour at Fun Mountain! [shrieks.]
We have a Fun Mountain? No.
Oh.
I have to face the fun facts.
It's time for me to break the cardinal rule of tour-guidery [gasps.]
and cancel.
[gasps.]
No, Tug.
I said I'd lend a hand and that's exactly what I'll do.
But how, Branch? You've considered every tour location in the forest.
[sighs.]
Not every location.
Get ready for an exciting new tour of - Branch's Bunker! - [cheering.]
What? Branch, you hate having people in your bunker.
- Shh! - Curiosities around every corner.
Wow.
And you're sure it's not a bother, Branch? A bother? Are you kidding? I'm here to help.
You certainly are.
Mm! We're hugging, we're hugging! Prepare to be overwhelmed, underground.
It's Tug Duluth Adventures Fear Bunker Foray! [cheering.]
[Troll.]
Yeah! Wahoo! Branch? It's OK, Poppy.
I know what you're gonna say.
That I'm a very private Troll, and that inviting the entire Village to parade through my bunker is a classic Branch freak-out waiting to happen.
But I am a helpful Troll.
I can do this.
First fun fact of our tour: Branch has many entrances that he keeps secret for fear that exposure will threaten security.
Wait, what? [Trolls.]
Ooh! Wow! [cheering.]
[gasps.]
[auto-tuned.]
Unrestricted access! [Guy laughs.]
I'm a helpful Troll.
I can do this.
- I know.
- I can do this.
- I know you can.
Shh-shh.
- I'm a helpful Troll.
Branch's audio journals provide an accurate account of his time alone.
Not the tapes! [Tug.]
Join me as we descend into the depths of boredom.
[Branch.]
I never realized how weird my name sounds.
Branch.
[enunciates.]
Branch.
[slowly.]
Branch.
- [laughter.]
- [Branch groans.]
As you can see by Branch's rations, the key to subterranean survival is effective food storage.
- Try a free sample with every tour.
- Uh [Keith.]
Yeah! Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate! Not chocolate.
Not chocolate.
[gasps.]
[groans.]
Not chocolate! I'm a helpful Troll! Directly in front of you, we come to Branch's prized possession.
Gary, the remote control.
[gasps.]
Hold my hand! [in unison.]
Ooh! - [laughter.]
- [Gary beeping.]
I got to get out of here, or a classic Branch freak-out is gonna happen in 30 seconds! - Twenty-nine, 28 - [gasps.]
Well, then go, Branch! Just get out of here! Twenty-five, 24 Elevator! No! Twenty.
Alternative exit! - Nineteen.
- [Guy.]
Unrestricted access! Sixteen, 15 My safe room! It's the only chance I have left! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two Mm.
Chocolate.
[screams.]
No! [gasps.]
Hello, Branch.
Hi, Tug.
Fun fact: That was really weird.
[sighs.]
I know.
It was.
I really wanted to help you out, but the truth is that I do get bothered by a lot of things.
And this tour is just too much for me.
Attention.
A new attraction has just been added to today's tour.
On my right, you'll see one of the kindest, most helpful friends I've ever had.
Huh? Me? But I failed you.
That statement is false.
Everyone has their limits, Branch.
You gave me everything you had.
What more could I want from a friend? [Poppy.]
She's right, Branch.
We may not ask you to do little stuff, but you never let us down when it matters.
That's right.
You saved us when we needed a fashion model.
And you helped me pitch the Farty Party to Sky Toronto.
You even discovered that imposter who was spying on the Village.
Whatever happened to that guy? Oh, there is a question mark hanging over that.
Huh.
Yeah, I guess I did.
Well, technically, we both Bup-bup! Don't ruin it.
Thanks, everybody.
I guess I have come a long way since my bunker days.
Thank you for reminding me.
[cheering.]
But you still have to leave.