Trolls Holiday Page #4

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You are the welcome!

Female 4:
Call the police!

[chuckles]

We interrupt this adorable

cat video

to bring shocking news!

The Boov have done it again.

Chicken:
A jawbreaker

law-breaker has broken into

dozens of homes this evening

and terrorized hundreds.

He marks his terror

with a calling card

that we originally thought

to be jawbreakers.

I don't know what it is

and that makes me not trust it.

It could be a suppository.

Yo, that mysterious object's

makin' me nervous.

Yeah!

He's super nervous.

[chirping]

Experts have confirmed

that we have no idea

what these things are,

so we should fear them.

[gasps]

Those are amazeballs.

Chicken:
If you spot this Boov

do not take the law

into your own hands.

Rather take a rock

into your own hand

and throw it at this evil doer,

who has turned our hot summer

into a hot mess.

Classic Boov.

Man, he could be anywhere.

[sirens wailing]

Uh-oh!

[whirring]

Sant-Oh

Sant-Oh

Eh, we got you surrounded,

Jawbreaker lawbreaker.

Oh, you have been spotted me.

Policeman 1:
There's nowhere to

run.

Yes, it is, I, Sant-Oh.

Bringer of the cheers!

Ah! What is going on here?

What happened?

I am helpings people.

Ah!

Oh, what were you thinking?

Tip, they put me in a net.

I am not understandings

this custom.

[sobbing]

- Buddy.

- They put me in a net.

You can't break into

people's houses.

It's against the law.

But I was just trying

to break and enter.

Like Sant-Oh Clogs.

You should have heard

the screams of joy.

Like, "Aah! Who is that?"

- "Call the police!"

- Aww!

Those are screams of fear,

buddy.

I know you meant well.

I just don't think

everyone else knew

what you were trying to do.

[gasps]

Wait just a par sec!

That is being excellent

with ideas, Tip.

Perhaps, if we show everyone

how to use these

they will understand

that I mean well.

Pfft, how're you

gonna show them now

when you're in jail?

I think I am having a plan.

Come on, Tip.

Alright, Oh!

[screaming]

I am making a break for it.

Please be pursuing me.

You heard him.

He's makin' a break for it.

Commence pursuing him.

Hey, hey, there's the Boov.

- Get him!

- Get him!

Tell us what you're seeing

down there, Stu.

Thanks, Chicken,

we're live at the scene,

where mobs of people

are chasing the Boov bandit.

Would you say he's running

from his problems?

Yes, I would, Chicken.

This is a classic Boov move.

- Classic Boov.

- "Claboov," as the kids say.

- Cloove.

- Say B.

[engine whirring]

Man, it looks like

it's pretty much

all of Chicago down there

chasing us, Oh.

Then it is being time.

[instrumental music]

[grunts]

[tires screeching]

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

Whoa! Get me out of here!

[gasping]

- Ah!

- Ah!

Hey, man, ca... can you turns

on the AC?

- Ah!

- Ah! Sweet relief.

- Man:
Oh-ho-ho!

- Boy:
Oh, wow!

- Aah!

- Aah!

[instrumental music]

Merry cooling to all.

And to all a very cool night.

Chicken:
Our crime-apocalypse

has become a cool-mageddon.

What we first thought

to be jawbreakers,

then mysterious mystery balls

actually turned out to be

new technology from the Boov.

We're calling them

"Amazeballs!"

Hey, I called them that first.

The amazeballs

come from one mysterious Boov

who is trying to help

in the heat of the moment.

We were all just caught

in the net of misunderstanding.

And as for our cool new city

all I can say is,

"Classic Boov."

Well, you did it, Oh.

I mean Sant-Oh.

[laughs]

Maybe you should start planning

for next year.

Perhaps, you are right, Tip.

But then again,

maybe I will be leaving that

to the big guy.

[instrumental music]

[laughs] What?

I'm not that big!

[laughing]

Oh!

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

Aaah!

Aaah!

[grunting]

Oh, what are you doing?

Assuming the Boovian position

of giving up.

For what now?

The white death is outside

and there is no escapings.

There is only giving up.

[instrumental music]

- No way!

- Tip, no!

Do not be looking.

Snow day! Whoo!

I see you are as terrified

of the white death as I am.

And now you are putting on

your protective gears.

But it will not be saving you.

We Boovs have seen alien planets

destroyed by the white death.

There's no danger out there,

just snow.

So, quit being such a Boov

about this.

Now get ready for the time

of your scaredy-cat life.

- Oh, dang!

- Aah!

[coughing]

That's my new fragrance

youse currently choking on.

It's called Dang!

And it makes you hot!

[coughs]

I guess it don't work

on you though.

Oh, this stuff burns my eyes.

Sharzod, your fragrance

is sizzling my Boov bod.

Your Boov bod

is already sizzlin'.

What is in this Dang?

Well, just my secret blend

of oils and essences.

- How exciting.

- A gallon of jalapeo salsa.

- Oh, I wanna go outside.

- And one can of pepper spray.

I'm unveiling tonight

at my fragrance party.

But do you not feel

the coming ice-age?

Unh-unh, ain't no white death

gonna stop me.

- Can we move this along?

- Everybody's coming.

But, Oh, you get

my personal invitation.

'Cause you're my special little

gentleman.

Of course, we will come

to your party.

Uh, give us a second.

Sharzod:
Oh, no, you did not

just close the door on me...

Oh, I don't wanna go

to Sharzod's party.

Don't beings ridiculous.

Sharzod:
Did I just hear you do

not wanna come to my party?

We're gonna be too busy

playing in the snow.

You've got to get us

out of this.

Sharzod:
I'm not gonna be

tolerating

no subterfuge.

Ah, Sharzod, um,

we will be too busy.

Busy?

Oh, you know I don't wanna be

hearing no rejections.

Sharzod:
You don't wanna see

Sharzod cry.

See you at the party tonight!

Dang!

Sharzod:
I disappeared!

She can't ruin a snow day,

right, Oh?

Come on, let's go, snow boy.

Whoo-hoo-hoo! Ha-ha!

Whoo!

Tip, come ins

from the outside.

Tip!

Come on, Oh.

Sharzod's been out here

and she's fine.

- That is true, but...

- Oh, you beat the Gore.

You can do this.

Tip:
Who's a big brave Boov?

That would be me.

That's right.

Come on.

Come play in the snow.

There's nothing to worry about.

Unless you slip, don't do that.

[grunts]

Fluffy, yet also crunchy.

Hey, this is being

not so bad... Aah!

[mooing]

[laughs]

Tip, what was that?

That was a snowball, silly.

I do not like your snowball.

Well, you better get used to it

'cause snow comes every year

in Chicago.

[instrumental music]

There's nothing

else on Earth quite like this

Wait! Don't!

No way

Our winter wonder show

I am not liking this.

We wait and wait all year

to play

Outside in the snow

Snow snow snow

We wait and wait all year

To play outside

in the snow

Snow snow snow

You okay?

Let us do that again.

Ah-ha!

Oh:
No, no, no, no, no, no.

That, I still do not like.

[indistinct shouting]

What is that sound?

Oh, what the heck is happening?

[screaming]

[car horn blaring]

Attention, all Boov.

You are right to be panicking.

The white death is here.

And all hope is lost.

Kyle:
We are evacuating this

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