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- [theme music playing] - Kiff! ♪

♪ Kiff! Kiff! ♪

♪ Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! ♪

♪ Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! ♪

♪ Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! ♪

♪ Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! Kiff! ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

- Kiff! ♪ - [♪ theme music concludes]

[both chuckle]

[narrator] Brought to you by 92.7 WODZ, The Woodz.

Can I get a hoot-hoot?

[horns blaring]

I'm so excited Trollie asked us to hang.

We’re, like, close pals now.

What can we say?

The troll’s got Kiff and Barry on the brain!

- Good morning, Trollie! - Good morning, Trollie!

[smacks lips, yawns] Hmm.

What's that? Oh, who's that?

It's Kiff and Barry.

You texted us to hang out, remember?

I did? Oh, jeez. Ugh, I totally forgot.

[yawns] I barely slept last night.

I've been having the worst nightmares.

I didn’t know you got nightmares.

I don't. Not since I was a little troll, anyway.

It's too bad I don't still have Count Eyebrows.

Who's Count Eyebrows?

Oh, thanks for asking, Barry.

Count Eyebrows was my favorite doll.

He made me feel safe and kept away my nightmares.

And to fall asleep, all I’d do was just count his eyebrows.

One, two... [snores]

[sighs heavily]

Oh, okay. Well, follow-up question.

Where is Count Eyebrows?

- [sighs] My old neighborhood. - Trollie, holy cow!

Did you grow up in the Wicker Woods?

The woods where fairies, trolls, gremlins,

et cetera, live in magical gated harmony?

Yep. I haven't actually been back since I left

to find work in Table Town. [sighs] A lot of memories.

Yeah. Not all good, actually.

You know what? What's so good about sleeping anyway?

I could get into loitering.

Trollie, hey, i... if you want your doll, let's go get it.

Yeah, we'll be quick, in and out.

[sighs heavily] All right. I guess we're doing this.

[lock clicks]

[♪ whimsical music playing ♪]

- [frog croaking] - [birds chirping]

- The Wicker Woods ♪ - [♪ music concludes]

Here goes!

[♪ whimsical music playing ♪]

[laughs]

[♪ distant hip-hop music playing ♪]

This rules.

Yeah, yeah, it is kind of cool, huh?

Eh, it's nice to see the breakdancers again. [gasps]

- [slurps] - [sighs in exasperation]

Ooh, I haven't had a Jerry's elderberry smoothie in forever.

I used to get one, like, every day after school. Should we?

- Yeah! - Yeah!

[slurps]

Ah, careful. That is a bottomless hole.

You do not want to trip into it.

Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Big City Troll.

'Sup, Table Town? What? No suit and tie?

No... bridge hat?

Uh, hello, Humphrey. Humphrey's cronies.

Trollie? Who are these trolls?

We went to high school together, didn't we, Big City?

But then Bridge Boy here decided he was too good for the Woods.

We haven't seen each other in, what?

Uh... Let's see here. Uh...

Seven years?

Come on, T. Let's just go grab Count Eyebrows and get out of here.

[♪ ominous music playing ♪]

[laughs]

Listen up. We're gonna make Trollie wish

he'd never come home. [grunts]

- [snickers] Oh, sorry. - Deepest apologies.

Oh, yeah, s... sorry, boss. Sorry.

[birds chirping]

This is it. My mom's house.

[knocks]

[lock clicks]

[door clicks]

My baby! Oh, it's been so long.

Come in. Come in, all of you.

[door creaks, shuts]

And that's where I burned a hole in the couch.

But we couldn't flip the cushion

because I got marinara sauce on the other side. [chuckles]

[all laughing]

All right. Are you ready to see

the coolest bedroom ever?

Whoa, look at all the awesome gym equipment.

And nothing on the walls. Huh. Such a bold statement.

Wait, what? Mum!

Did you turn my room into a boring home gym?

Uh, possibly.

But where's all my stuff? Where's Count Eyebrows?

I don't know. I mean,

I boxed up all of that stuff years ago.

Uncle Phil's been keeping it in his garage.

Okay, don't panic.

We'll just grab Count Eyebrows from Uncle Phil's.

Oh, but he's all the way on the other side of the Woods.

We were supposed to be in and out.

[singer] ♪ And so, the three friends in their brave entourage ♪

♪ Passed brambles through streams ♪

♪ And littered garbage ♪

♪ Until finally, they reached Trollie's uncle’s garage ♪

♪ Phil told the tale of a fateful garage sale ♪

♪ Where Count Eyebrows was sold to an athleisure troll ♪

♪ The interested buyer loved teaching Pilates ♪

♪ Who, aside from her fitness bought dolls as a hobby ♪

♪ But Tara said no, the doll was lost weeks ago ♪

♪ When she went to a tree for a sandwich to-go ♪

♪ But sandwich sales had been slow ♪

♪ The gremlin needed cash flow ♪

♪ So he sold the contents of his lost and found ♪

♪ To a peddler fairy who was passing through town ♪

♪ At the wagon, yet another failure... ♪

Hey, hi. Could you stop?

That singing is super distracting.

So, you have seen Count Eyebrows?

Yep. Mm-hmm. Little doll, big eyebrows.

Ah, you know, would you believe I just traded that thing

like ten minutes ago for this awesome calculator watch?

Oh, no.

All right, you can keep narrating.

♪ They said I could keep narrating them ♪

♪ I'm an integral member of the group ♪

[Humphrey's crony] Come on! Hey, mine! Hey, me! Me!

- Whoo! Yeah! - Over here! Humphrey!

Those jerks.

Come on, we... we can take 'em.

It's three against four, right?

♪ Uh, the goose remembered he had something to do ♪

♪ Something time-sensitive like a hair appointment... ♪

It's not fair. Humphrey only took Count Eyebrows

to be a jerk. He doesn't care about him.

He'll probably run back to the peddler

for his watch as soon as I leave.

He loves that thing.

[gasps] Trollie, does Wicker Woods

have a magical local radio station?

Yeah, 92.7 WODZ, The Woodz. Why?

Trust me.

[laughs] Yeah! Whoo, yeah! [laughs]

[phone rings]

[in deep voice] Hey, hey, hey, this is 92.7 WODZ, The Woodz!

We’re giving away a fully loaded Treeyota truck!

[horns blaring]

[laughs]

Hey! [shushes] WODZ, The Woodz! [chuckles]

Hoot, hoot!

That's right, and all you gotta do to win

is answer this question. What is 348 divided by 215?

No sweat, it's, uh... Shoot, my watch.

Can you stay on the line a couple of minutes?

I need to back out of a trade.

Of course, take all the time you need. We'll wait.

I can't believe that worked.

Once he trades back for his watch,

all we have to do is buy Count Eyebrows back.

Hey, Humph, what's wrong?

I... I can't do it.

I know it's nuts to give up my watch

and a fully-loaded Treeyota truck,

but there's just something about this doll.

I'm keeping him.

Count Eyebrows belongs to me.

That's Count Humphrey Jr.

And if you really wanted him, you never would have moved

and left him behind in the Woods.

Oh, you're just jealous because you've never even

traveled past Curved Moss Stump, have you?

- Oh! - Oh!

Take that back.

- Troll brawl! Troll brawl! - Troll brawl! Troll brawl!

[♪ tense music playing ♪]

Fellas! Fellas! Just because moving away is right

for one person doesn't mean it's the same for someone else.

Some people keep living where they grew up,

and some people try new places.

And the truth is, both ways are totally cool.

You're all just trying to figure it out.

I guess I can see what you're saying

about both ways being totally cool.

I'm sorry, Trollie. Here, take Count Eyebrows.

[all] No! Don't throw him!

[♪ suspenseful music playing ♪]

[♪ airy whimsical music playing ♪]

How about we sleep over tonight? It's the least we can do.

All right. [sighs]

But if you two pass out and I can't sleep,

I am gonna draw big eyebrows on you with a marker.

That's fair.

[Trollie] Kiff, Barry, wake up!

I've just had the best night's sleep in years!

[yawns] Because [pants] we were here with you?

No! All this time I thought I couldn't sleep

because I was missing Count Eyebrows,

but the truth is I was missing my home.

And now that I know I can visit whenever I like,

- I'm sleeping like a baby troll. - Yay!

And it's all thanks to you two.

Wow. I still can't help but wonder what happened

to that crazy old doll.

[♪ whimsical music playing ♪]

One, two... [snores, mutters]

[narrator] Brought to you by

Loosey Goosey’s easy-start tractors!

[slurps]

Whew, it's cold out there.

This must be the first day of winter.

- Wear a coat when you go out, sweetie. - Uh-huh, sure, Mom.

'Today is the first day of winter.

Be sure to bundle up before going outside.'

Aw, thanks, phone.

Oh, not again.

You ate our coats?

[burps]

Mine's still okay.

We're trying to cut down on purple.

Ah, I guess it's time to make our annual trek

to get new coats.

Next stop, Table Town Mall?

I'd rather go to OK Will.

I don't want some mass-produced coat

that every other kid in school has.

- I don't mind going to OK Will. - Well, they have a lot of options.

OK Will. No two coats alike. [chuckles softly]

You can't beat that selection.

We already said yes.

That way, Kiff.

I'll be over here.

Perfect. Martin classic.

Although, maybe I'll try something new?

[♪ triumphant Western music playing ♪]

No, I'm... [stammers] I'm not this guy...

Or am I?

[♪ triumphant Western music playing ♪]

Well, howdy there, partner.

Nice to finally meet a fellow cowpoke.

So, what's your specialty?

Uh...

Mine is rustling.

And mine is tending.

I'm good at the, uh...

Uh...

lasso?

- Oh. Yee-haw! - Yee-haw.

Mm, too bright. Too dull. Too... [gasps]

Look at this.

A flashy little number in a vibrant cherry red,

embellished with an adorable cherry charm on the zipper.

I must have you.

Mom! Mom! We can call off the search. I found the coat.

Look at this coat!

We did it, Mom! Mom, we did it!

This coat doesn't feel very warm, Kiff,

and it looks a little small.

You need something with space to grow into, like this one.

Uh, but... Uh... I...

But I'm pretty sure I'm done growing.

Look at Dad. I take after his side.

[grunts]

All right, let's try on both.

Oh, fits perfectly.

And I have to say, pretty warm.

Not bad. Not bad.

Oh, and look at that range of mobility. What a coat!

All right, hotshot. Now, go try on the other one.

[deflates]

[unzips]

Kiff, you're hunching.

[groans]

Kiff.

That's perfect! So cozy. Lots of growing room.

Did you say something, Mother?

I can hardly hear through this big, over-puffed collar

that goes well above my ears.

I hope this isn't a safety issue.

[Beryl] Well, good news. That part zips off.

[groans] Look!

I can't even scratch my own face in this.

[stammers] These pockets are so tiny,

and it's missing a surgeon's cuff.

We can just roll up the sleeves, add some buttons,

and a few more pockets. It's perfect!

But Mom, I hate it. Please, I...

I want something that fits right now!

Kiff, you'll be freezing in that.

I don't care if I freeze. I love it!

No, Kiff, it's a waste of money and coat. Put it back.

[groans] Not a waste of money or coat.

This bad boy's gonna keep you so warm. Just trust me.

Don't worry. I won't leave you here.

I just have to turn Mom against this big, puffy monster.

Hmm...

- Mom! - [gasps] What is it, Kiff?

This is so wild, but I checked the pockets of that puffer coat,

the one you think we should buy,

and I think the old owner of this coat

might have been a super criminal.

I have a feeling that if I wear this coat,

it's gonna make me want to do crimes, Mom! Crimes!

Hey! Did you take those antique butter knives out

of my shopping cart?

[hesitates] See? It's starting already.

Get this thing away from me!

That coat used to be mine.

It kept me warm for 30 years while I volunteered in the community.

I've never crimed so much as a paperclip.

I didn't want to have to do this,

but [sighs] this ugly coat has left me no choice.

Mom! [sighs] Oh, no!

This... This coat that we were gonna get,

it accidentally fell into five appliances that were all running.

Oh, no! Oh! No, this is terrible!

Ruined. All ruined.

Oh, no! Oh, the coat is ruined, Mom!

No, the coat is fine. All the appliances are ruined.

What?

That is one durable coat. Here you go, ma'am.

Thank you.

Well, it was nice meeting you.

Guess I'll mosey on back to the ranch.

Nice to meet you, Martin.

Nice meeting you, Martin.

[voiceover] You did it, Martin.

You pretended to be a cowpoke, and there were no consequences.

Help! There's a runaway tractor heading towards City Hall!

Someone needs to lasso it!

Okay, here I go. Out to lasso a tractor.

Yee-haw! [whooping] There you go!

- Atta fella. - [cowpoke 1] Yeah!

- [whooping] - Strut your little behind out there.

Kiff, I told you, put that coat back.

We're getting the puffer.

Running out of time here. [gasps] Oh, I know....

[line ringing]

Barry, are you doing anything important?

[♪ tense music playing ♪]

What do you need, Kiff?

[Kiff] Still have that disguise kit

I got you for your seventh birthday?

Yep. I take it with me everywhere.

- I think you know what to do. - I do.

Next.

Come on, Kiff.

Hello!

I am a wealthy eccentric, and I simply must have

that hideous puffer coat for my collection.

I'll give you a million nuts later today. [chuckles]

I'm good for it.

- This is your best shot? - [chuckles nervously]

My husband was taken from me tragically

- in a ping-pong accident... - Barry.

...leaving me filthy rich. He was heir to

Corky Rourke’s

- Compostable Sporks fortune... [stammers] - Barry!

- We've been made. - I see. In my defense,

I... I thought I'd be dealing with Martin. Hey, there he is.

I... I have to confess something. I... I don't know how to lasso.

I just found this fringe coat at OK Will 30 minutes ago,

and it made me feel so good.

- [all screaming] - [tractor crashing]

It's so neat to try out being a different person.

You know what?

I wouldn't trade these last three minutes for anything.

I learned a lot about myself, and it's good to take chances.

Thanks, random fringe coat.

Thank you. Oh, boy. There's a lot going on today.

Uh, I better get home.

Lady, you want the puffer or not?

[screaming]

[sighs heavily] Give me the coat.

[gasps] Really?

You're a kid. You get to try out new clothes to figure out

who you are, even if those clothes are a tad...

impractical.

Thank you!

[sighs heavily] Toasty.

Let's go help Dad pull that tractor out

of the side of City Hall.

[♪ end credit music playing ♪]

[♪ end credit music concludes ♪]