Trolls Page #3

Oh! I suppose you have a plan.

First...

we get to the edge of Bergen Town

without being spotted.

Then, we get inside by sneaking

through the old escape tunnels...

which will then lead us to the Troll Tree...

right before we get caught,

and suffer a miserable death...

at the hands of a horrible, bloodthirsty Bergen!

Hold on a second, are you scrapbooking my plan?

Uh-huh. Yeah. Almost...

done!

We did it!

There will be no more...

scrapbooking.

Do you have to sing?

I always sing when I'm in a good mood.

Do you have to be in a good mood?

Why wouldn't I be?

By this time tomorrow, I'll be with all my friends!

Oh, I wonder what they're doing right now.

Probably being digested.

They're alive, Branch. I know it!

You don't know anything, Poppy.

And I can't wait to see the look on your face...

when you realize the world

isn't all cupcakes and rainbows.

'Cause it isn't.

Bad things happen...

and there's nothing you can do about it.

Hey, I know it's not all cupcakes and rainbows.

But I'd rather go through life thinking that it mostly is...

instead of being like you.

You don't sing, you don't dance.

So grey all the time! What happened to you?

Shh.

A Bergen?

Maybe.

There's no Bergen, is there?

You just said that so I'd stop talking.

Maybe.

So special.

Good night, Cooper.

Good night, Smidge. Good night, Fuzzbert.

Good night, Satin. Good night, Chenille.

Good night, Biggie. Good night, DJ.

Good night, Guy Diamond.

Good night, Creek.

Boop.

And good night, Poppy.

Don't even think about it.

Stars shining bright above you

Really? Seriously? More singing?

Yes, seriously! Singing helps me relax.

Maybe you ought to try it.

I don't sing, and I don't relax.

This is the way I am, and I like it.

I also like a little silence.

Hello Darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Hello.

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound...

of silence

May I?

So one of these tunnels leads to the Troll Tree.

That's right.

There's so many of them.

I wonder which one.

I don't know.

Choose a hole wisely!

For one will lead to Bergen Town...

and the others, to certain death.

Who said that?

It was...

me.

Hey, guys, how's it going? Welcome to the root tunnels.

Uh, I just wanted to warn you.

One of these tunnels leads to the Troll Tree...

and the others to certain death,

death, death, death...

Do you think you can tell us which is the right one?

You bet!

Great! No, that's okay.

We're fine, thanks!

Branch.

He's trying to help us.

I don't like the looks of him.

I mean, who wears socks with no shoes?

He seems to know what he's talking about.

Okay, fine.

Which way do we go?

First, you have to give me a high five.

Then I'll tell you.

What?

Oh, I love high fives. I'll do it.

Oh, I know you'll do it.

But will he?

All right, dumpy diapers, up high!

Nope, I don't do high fives.

Slap it, boss. Not gonna happen.

Party on the top floor. Nope.

Little slappy. Make daddy happy.

That's weird.

Come on, just one little high five.

Oh, no, thanks. I'm good.

Here, just do this...

But with your hand.

Thank you for that demonstration.

Really cleared up exactly what I will not be doing.

Branch, it's a high five.

The others lead to certain death.

Get perspective.

One high five and then you'll tell us

which tunnel to take, right?

So easy.

Okay, fine!

Ooh. Too slow.

Too slow?

Classic.

No, no. All right.

I'm gonna let you slide with a fist bump.

Whoo. Shark attack! Nom-nom-nom-nom. Jellyfish!

Hand sandwich. Turkey. Snowman. Dolphin.

Helicopter. Last Supper. Monkey in a zoo.

What? Gear shift

Okay, okay, okay. Now I'm thinking we hug.

That's right. You better run, Cloud!

Wait!

I'm gonna tear your little cloud arms...

off your cloud body,

and high five your face with them!

He's just a cloud!

- Get back here!

- Branch! He can help us!

Come back!

Run, Cloud Guy!

I'm gonna kill you!

Ta-da! We're here!

Phew...

You guys are a lot of fun. You know, I gotta go.

Got some cloud stuff to take care of.

Catch you on the way back?

Unless...

you die.

The Troll Tree.

Bergen Town.

I ain't happy

I'm feeling glad

I got sunshine in a bag

I'm useless

But not for long

The future is coming on

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad

I got sunshine in a bag

I'm useless

But not for long

The future is coming on

Is coming on

Is coming on

Coming on

Is coming on

Is coming on

Is coming on

Wow! They're as miserable as you.

Which means they haven't eaten a Troll yet.

Now, come on. Let's go save our friends.

Your friends.

Our friends. Don't fight it.

Oh, Barnabus.

You're my only friend

in this whole miserable world.

Dad was right.

I'll never ever, never ever, never be happy.

Never.

CHEF:
Never say never.

Chad. Todd.

Chef, where did you come from?

Have you been standing behind that plant this whole time?

If only, sire.

No. I've been out in the wilderness...

thinking of nothing but how I let you down.

If only there was some way I could make you feel better.

Well, fat chance!

The only way I'll ever be happy

is by eating a Troll...

and that ain't gonna happen, thanks to you.

Ah, but it just might. Thanks to me.

You found the Trolls.

Whoa.

So this means I might actually get to be happy!

That's right.

Of course, everyone else in Bergen Town

will still be miserable...

but that's not your concern.

I am their king, so maybe it kinda is.

What exactly are you proposing?

Bringing back Trollstice? For everyone?

Hmm...

Yes! That's exactly what I'm proposing.

Great idea, sire. Absolutely brilliant.

Aren't you smart?

I guess I am.

And I, your loyal Chef, will be right behind you.

Holding a knife. What's that?

Holding a knife, a spoon, a ladle.

I'm your chef, after all!

Yeah, you sure are!

I'm back!

You, scullery maid, what's your name?

Uh, Bridget.

Congratulations, Idget. You work for me now.

So you take those dishes downstairs

and you start scrubbing.

Yes, Chef. Thank you, Chef.

Shh. Don't cry, Mr. Dinkles. Shh!

Guys, Mr. Dinkles is really freaking out!

Whoa, whoa! Everyone, we must all remain calm.

Comb

That's right.

A calm Troll is a tasty Troll.

And you are a key ingredient in my recipe for success.

You see...

he who controls the Trolls controls the Kingdom.

And I am that "he!"

You're a dude?

Ahh!

Ooh.

By this time tomorrow, I'll be queen...

and all of Bergen Town will get

exactly what they deserve.

True happiness!

Chad. Todd.

So where do you think our friends are?

If I had to guess, I'd say in a Bergen's stomach.

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