Trolls Page #2
I could hear you from a mile away!
Good. I was worried we weren't
projecting enough.
Poppy, if I can hear you,
so can the Bergens.
Oh, boy.
- Here we go again.
- Oh, Branch...
You always ruin everything.
Warning us about the Bergens.
No, I don't.
The Bergens are coming!
The Bergens are coming!
The Bergens are coming!
Come on! We haven't seen
a Bergen in 20 years.
They're not gonna find us.
No, they're not going to find me,
because I'll be in
my highly camouflaged...
heavily fortified,
Bergen-proof survival bunker.
You mean you're not coming
to the party tonight?
But it's going to be the biggest...
The loudest...
Big? Loud?
Crazy?
You're just gonna lead
Are you sure you wanna invite
on your party?
Yes. I think everyone
deserves to be happy.
I don't do happy.
Branch, I know you have
happiness inside you.
You just need our help to find it.
Celebrate freedom from the Bergens
What do you say, Branch?
Oh, my God.
I wouldn't be caught dead at your party, but you will be.
Caught and dead.
Whoa, whoa.
Easy, Branch. Easy.
Thank you for providing safe passage, brother.
Namaste.
Okay, first of all, mate, thanks for sharing
your unique perspective on things.
Again.
But, just for now, why don't you try on
some positivity, eh?
A little positivity might go with that vest.
Okay, fine.
I'm positive you all are going to get eaten.
- Hug time!
- It is hug time.
Hug time!
Oh, that feels good.
Our hearts are synchronizing!
I can squeeze you forever
Someday, when the Bergens find us...
and the survival of every
Troll is in your hands...
I sure hope the answer
is singing, dancing, and hugging...
because that's all you
know how to do.
That is not true!
Poppy can also scrapbook.
I can't believe you're
gonna be queen one day.
Tune out his negative vibrations, Poppy.
They're toxic.
Some folks just don't want to be happy.
I guess.
You guessed right.
Boop.
Yeah!
Whoo! I love you so much!
Yeah!
Whoo! Glitter!
YOLO!
More glitter!
Turn it up!
I can't hear you!
Trolls.
Okay, everyone.
I just want to take a moment...
and get a little real.
Poppy!
She's my friend! I know her!
I'd like to take a second
to celebrate our king...
my father...
who, 20 years ago this night...
saved all of us from those dreaded...
Bergens.
Gotcha.
Uh...
Cupcake?
Run!
Run! Run!
Poppy, help!
Mr. Dinkles?
Has anybody seen Mr. Dinkles?
Biggie!
Poppy!
Run!
Run, Smidge!
Oh, my God!
Poppy, help!
Hurry!
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