Original subtitles

♪ You could do it solo ♪

♪ But then you'd be All by yourself ♪

♪ Yo! So it'd be more fun To share this one ♪

♪ With someone else ♪

♪ Together we will soar Across the sky and beyond ♪

♪ So turn up your voice ♪

♪ Stand up and sing along ♪

♪ All different voices ♪ ♪ Everybody now! ♪

♪ Our melodies ringing ♪

♪ We're livin' in harmony ♪

♪ Yeah, We're livin' in harmony ♪

♪ Our song is much stronger With every Troll singing ♪

♪ We're livin' in harmony ♪♪

[ rock music ]

‐ Ah!

‐ [ screeching ] Yow! Way to rock!

‐ Haha! That smash was so...

dissatisfying.

‐ Aw!

‐ [ screeching ] Yow! Spoke too soon!

‐ Ugh, I can't end an epic solo on a bland smash!

I'm craving something new.

Yes!

[ cheering ]

Ugh, too dry.

‐ Aw!

‐ Yes!

‐ Yeah!

‐ Too crunchy!

‐ Aw!

‐ Yeah!

Too obvious!

‐ Aw! Yeah, we should have known that one.

‐ Uh! There...

‐ Oh!

[ Val screaming ]

‐ That, mwah,

[ chuckles ]

hit the spot.

‐ Yeah!

[ cheering ]

HOLLY: Y'all!

What did you do to my cheery glo‐mato, ya'll?

[ sad music ]

‐ Oh...

That was your cherry tomato?

[ grunts ]

‐ Cheery glo‐mato!

Y'know, 'cause it glows?

And 'cause there's only one way to grow it?

♪ Sunlight, compost, H2O! ♪

♪ Grow for mama, go, go, go! ♪♪

Yeah!

I was gonna enter it in the Country Corral Fair next month!

It was gonna be my prize‐winner.

‐ Oh, Holly, that's awful.

But I'm sure Val didn't know? Did you, Val?

‐ No.

‐ I understand. It was an honest mistake.

A horrifying, soul‐crushing honest mistake.

One so devastating most Trolls would die before takin' the high road.

But not me!

Not me.

‐ So, we're cool?

‐ Yes, Val. We are cool.

‐ High road, Holly! High road!

‐ Well, that worked out. Who wants ice cream?

‐ [ screeching ] Yeah!

POPPY: Ice cream?! No!

‐ Aw!

‐ Val, you've gotta apologize to Holly! ‐ I did apologize. I said: "We're cool?"

Conflict resolution!

‐ Yeah!

‐ "We're cool?" Wow, okay.

Val, look. An apology needs to show empathy.

‐ Right.

And by empathy you mean?

‐ Really? Ugh!

Okay, empathy happens when you think about how your actions hurt someone and‐‐

‐ No way, Popsqueak.

I'll just stick to the rock way of doing things.

‐ Fine! But your conscience is gonna get to you.

‐ Oh!

And by conscience you mean?

‐ Ugh! Conscience, Val!

The voice in your head that makes you feel bad when you do wrong!

Eventually, you're gonna have to listen to it.

‐ Huh. Sounds like a real drag. Pass.

‐ What? Ugh! You can't pass on your‐‐!

Oh, nevermind! Ugh, I've gotta hug something!

♪

‐ Pff, can you believe Poppy? "Conscience."

[ chuckles ]

S'up, Smidge?

‐ Hey, glo‐mato.

‐ Wait. What'd you say? ‐ I said, "Hey, Val."

‐ Right. 'Cuz Val's my name.

And this has been a totally normal social exchange.

[ chuckles ]

‐ Okay?

‐ You okay? You look kinda soft rock.

‐ I'm fine. I‐I just, I thought she said‐‐

VENDOR: Hey Val! ‐ Huh?

‐ I got your glo‐mato! ‐ Ah! What?

‐ I said, "I got your usual"?

‐ But, but...

[ gasps ]

[ squeals ]

What? I'm not weird, you're weird!

VOICE: It's never gonna stop!

‐ Uh! Who's that!

VOICE: It was me.

Your conscience.

[ chuckles ]

[ screaming ]

‐ Poppy! Please, I need your help...

with this!

‐ Your shoulder? ‐ Huh?

‐ She can't see me!

‐ Oh! I see what's going on here.

You feel bad about smashing Holly's glo‐mato,

so your deeply underdeveloped conscience

is following you around in the form of a glo‐mato.

‐ Ooh, that Troll's perceptive.

[ Glo‐mato giggles ]

[ Val screams ]

‐ Yes, okay? How do I get rid of it?

‐ Well, to clear your conscience,

you have to really think about what you did.

And then find a way to express your regret.

Oh, Maybe in a thoughtful card or‐‐

‐ Card! Got it!

‐ Ah!

"Hollee, sorry I did that thing I did the one time. Vall."

And you misspelled Holly. And you misspelled Val!

GLO‐MATO: You gotta do better than that.

‐ I don't know! I've never done this before!

[ Glo‐mato laughs in scary voice ]

‐ [ scary voice ] Uh‐oh. Someone's gotten bigger.

[ gasps ]

[ panting ]

‐ Oh, please, Poppy, what else can I do?

‐ I don't know!

Sometimes when I need to say sorry, I write a song and‐‐

‐ Song! Yes! I can write a song!

‐ Wow, she seems stressed. I bet she could use a card.

♪

POPPY: Hey, Holly!

Looks like you're feeling better.

‐ Yup, I'm happy to say I've let bygones be bygones...

[ chuckles ]

by which I mean how Val took out

all her pent‐up aggression on my poor glo‐mato

who never did a thing to harm anyone!

High road!

So I'm whippin' up a new fair entry:

cookie dough sculptures!

‐ Wow, that is just great!

Hey, by the way,

I'm sort of looking for Val. Have you seen her anywhere?

VAL: Holly!

I wrote this for you!

Ow!

‐ Wha...?

‐ Ooh, this could be bad. ‐ Prepare to be apologized.

Ow!

♪ I smashed your favorite vegetable ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ 'Cuz it was, oh, so smashable ♪

♪ But now I got this glo‐mato ♪

♪ Bleh! ♪

♪ And, uh‐oh, he's gotta go ♪

♪ I wrote this song I wrote this song ♪

♪ In hopes that I might get him ♪

♪ Gone, gone, gone, gone! I might get him ♪

♪ Gone, gone, gone, gone! ♪

♪ Help me get him gone! ♪♪

‐ Wait!

‐ Huh! So? Apology accepted?

Oh...

♪

[ sighs ]

‐ Oh, oh, Holly, I am so sorry, I‐‐

‐ I...

I just...

I need a minute, ya'll.

[ shouting ] High road!

‐ Oh, man. I made it even worse?

[ gasps ]

Oh, no.

[ Glo‐mato laughs ]

‐ I'm still here!

[ screaming ]

‐ Oh, you were right, Poppy, my conscience is gonna eat me.

[ Glo‐mato laughs ]

‐ Someone hasn't resolved their feelings!

‐ Wow, eaten by a gnarly projection of my own inner demons.

So cool.

‐ No, Val! I didn't say that your conscience was gonna eat you,

I said it would catch up with you and that you would have to listen to it!

‐ Listen to it?

[ laughs ]

Do you wanna tell me something?

‐ Actually, yeah I do!

[ chuckles ]

I kept wondering why you didn't ask.

‐ Uh, maybe 'cause you lurk around like some nightmare creature.

‐ Hmm. Yeah, I get that.

Now, let's talk about empathy.

Tea?

‐ Oh, thank you!

[ Val laughing ]

[ sighs ]

[ Poppy chuckles ]

[ grunts ]

‐ Val. ‐ Hey, Holly, are you all right?

‐ Oh, I'm fine. Cookie dough is good for the hair.

Makes it nice and shiny.

‐ Really? ‐ I don't know.

But I'm just gonna keep tellin' myself that

'til I get it all out!

Now what is it?

[ sighs ]

‐ Holly, look. For the first time in my life,

I've actually started listening to my conscience.

[ Glo‐mato giggles ]

I really thought about how smashing your glo‐mato

must have made you feel.

It's this thing I learned called empanada.

GLO‐MATO: Empathy. POPPY: Empathy.

‐ Empathy. And all I wanted to do is to tell you...

I'm really sorry.

And to give you this.

‐ Aw, a lil' baby cheery glo‐mato.

‐ Yeah. It might still grow in time for the fair

if we both cheer it on together.

‐ And it definitely will if all three of us chip in!

‐ Aww! Get in here, y'all!

[ Glo‐mato giggles ]

‐ Looks like someone isn't needed anymore.

‐ You ready, y'all?

[ sighs ]

‐ I guess.

Stupid empanada.

♪ Grow, glo‐mato! Grow, grow, glo‐mato! ♪

♪ Till you glow, glo‐mato! Glow, glow, glo‐mato! ♪♪

[ cheering ]

[ classical music ]

‐ Trolls, we gather to honor the parting of Ms. Glouise,

a good friend and an even better glue stick.

[ Trolls crying desperately ]

[ sniffing ]

‐ I can't believe I left the cap off. I'll never forgive myself.

[ crying ]

‐ Uh, Poppy, shouldn't we hurry this up a little?

We've still gotta get through seven markers

and a felt‐tip pen.

‐ Poppy! Poppy, I...

Huh?

‐ [ crying ] Oh! Why!

‐ Oh, uh, sorry. Glitter to glitter, hugs to hugs.

Poppy, I need your help with him.

‐ Branch! There you are!

[ grunts ]

Ah! That expression, that's it! The ire! The exasperation!

Revelation gushes from your very pores!

‐ Uh, what's going on?

‐ He thinks I'm his muse.

‐ Branch? A muse?

‐ Yes, my muse!

One who gives me the inspiration I need to create great art!

Allow me to explain. But first, to set the mood.

[ dramatic classical music ]

T'was noon. A fortnight ago.

I, Dante Crescendo, sat down to compose my next masterpiece.

The first note shall be...!

The first note shall be!

[ cries ]

But it was all for naught.

I had contracted an undeniable case of composer's block.

Oh!

Until...

Huh?

[ gasps ]

Oh!

I had never witnessed such intensity.

Oh!

His passion stirred my soul!

[ sneezing ]

[ laughs ]

I found myself instantly inspired!

So, you see, Branch is my muse!

And I must observe his every move until my masterpiece is complete.

‐ Well, that makes sense. ‐ Makes sense? C'mon!

I mean, I feel bad you're struggling, really,

but he can't just follow me around, 'cause I won't like that!

‐ Not good enough. Dante, Branch would love to be your muse.

‐ Marvelous! Marvelous!

And worry not, Branch,

once I've written this piece I will be out of your hair!

‐ Ugh!

[ laughing ]

‐ Would you look at that? Two Trollstopians being brought together.

‐ Actually, Poppy,

they're being glued together.

[ cries ]

‐ Dante, if you're gonna do whatever this muse thing is,

can you please just do it quietly?

‐ Of course! I am but a ghost.

[ sighs ]

[ grunts ]

‐ Marvelous! ‐ Ah!

[ Branch grunts ]

[ humming ]

‐ Marvelous! ‐ Ah!

[ laughs ]

[ humming ]

D'oh!

[ laughs ]

And...

there.

[ laughing ]

‐ Ah! ‐ Amazing.

♪

There! Branch, that did it!

‐ Wait, seriously? You're finished? ‐ Yes!

With the first of 27 movements.

[ Branch grunts ]

‐ Okay, new plan!

Get that quill ready, Dante!

'Cause nothing brings out the ol' Branch intensity like...

ration inventory!

‐ Oh...

‐ One...

two...

‐ Hmm, this doesn't seem to be conjuring anything.

BRANCH: Four.

‐ But I'm sure it will come!

‐ Five...

12,803...

[ snoring ]

♪

So, Minuet, you're a talented Classical Troll.

Think you could quickly finish this symphony?

It's for a friend.

‐ No, I can't, Branch.

As first chair of the Classical Troll Orchestra,

I must constantly practice my violin and my bass violin...

simultaneously.

[ classical music ]

‐ Ah. Well, okay, I guess I'll just write it myself.

How to begin...

Sorry, what's this thing music always starts with?

This crazy straw thing?

‐ Ah! Crazy straw thing? ‐ Ah, I'll just write crazy straw thing.

Now, how many keytar solos go in this baby...

‐ Keytars?

‐ And how do I make it clear when I want to use this sound...?

[ drop sound echoing ]

‐ No! You'll bungle the entire piece!

Just give me the quill! Ah! It's so tasteless!

Can't believe he would do something...

[ snoring ]

‐ Morning! ‐ Ah!

‐ Someone had a productive night. ‐ My symphony?

I‐It's complete...?

The evidence suggests I wrote it in my sleep,

but, but that's impossible!

Which just proves that you, O muse, are a miracle worker!

[ laughs ]

‐ So you don't need me? You're done?

‐ Yes! I can't wait to share it with Trollstopia!

Come! Come see what Branch hath drawn forth from my soul!

YELLOW‐HAIRED TROLL: Wow! It's so cool!

♪

‐ Okay, Gary, the last nail is always the hardest.

Just need to concentrate.

One...

two...

‐ Oh, my guh! ‐ Ah!

SMIDGE: Wow!

‐ Smidge? ‐ Oh, hey, Branch, don't mind me.

I've just been experimenting with a brownie recipe

and am hoping you can be my muse, blah, blah, blah, as you were.

‐ What are you talking about? You know I'm not a muse.

‐ Well, yeah, I did.

But then Dante told us he wrote an entire symphony

in a dream!

Blah, blah, blah, as you were. I am but a ghost.

BRANCH: Hum...

‐ Branch! We're struggling with a new look for Mr. Dinkles.

Inspiration, go!

‐ But I'm not a muse! It's all a big mis‐‐

‐ Yeah, yeah. Save the modesty, man.

We'll just stalk you 'til something clicks, okay?

‐ No!

[ panting ]

[ Branch screaming ]

[ gasps ]

[ sighs ]

‐ Branch! ‐ Ah!

[ screaming ]

Ah! Oh, oh!

Huh?

♪

‐ Inspire us! ‐ Inspire us!

‐ Stop!

I'm not a muse, okay?

Dante didn't compose anything in his dream!

‐ I...

I didn't?

‐ No! I just made it look like you did. Minuet wrote the symphony!

‐ But I thought it was a favor for his friend!

Plus, he wanted to use this...

[ drop sound ]

This!

[ drop sound ]

‐ So, my triumph over composers block,

the sudden burst of originality,

was a ruse?

‐ Look, Dante. I...

DANTE: No apologies, Branch.

I'm glad to finally see what a fool I've been.

And while that may sound like something a Troll would say

just to salvage his dignity, as you can see, I'm great!

[ laughing ]

[ crying ]

‐ I...

I sorta messed this up, didn't I?

‐ Yup.

[ gasps ]

But it's not too late to make it right.

♪

‐ Oh.

Oh!

Branch? What are you doing here?

‐ I wanna apologize, Dante.

You came to me for help

but all I could think about was how it inconvenienced me.

I'm sorry.

And I may not be a muse,

but I bet we can find plenty of things to inspire you

things you may have overlooked 'cause you were so focused on me.

Like flowers blossoming in the sun...

[ gasps ]

DANTE: Aw!

BRANCH: On someone's wedding day.

‐ I do.

DANTE: Wonderful!

[ gasp ]

[ chuckle ]

Well, that was awkward

and remarkable!

I think I might be getting something.

‐ Oh, just you wait.

♪ Just look around you And I know you'll find ♪

♪ There's something magical Before your very eyes ♪

♪ Might not be obvious With just a gaze ♪

♪ But take a deeper look You might just be amazed ♪

♪ There's beauty in things To be realized ♪

♪ Just follow your heart And open your eyes ♪

♪ To all of the simple magic of life ♪

♪ And you will become inspired ♪

♪ With the world as your muse ♪

♪ Feel the spark Feel the fire ♪

♪ With the world as your muse ♪

♪ Feel your heart Flying higher ♪

♪ With the world as your muse ♪

♪ Muse ♪

♪ With the world as your muse ♪

♪ Muse ♪♪

♪

[ crowd clapping ]

‐ Well, Dante got his new masterpiece. Way to be a friend, Branch.

‐ Yeah, it feels like all the loose ends of this little adventure

have finally been tied together.

SMIDGE: No, Branch,

glued together.

[ crying ]

♪ There's beauty in things To be realized ♪

♪ Just follow your heart And open your eyes ♪

♪ To all of the simple magic of life ♪

♪ And you will become inspired ♪

♪ With the world as your muse ♪

♪ Feel the spark Feel the fire ♪

♪ With the world as your muse ♪♪

♪