♪ 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 ♪♪
♪