Trolls Holiday Page #6

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that I totally did on purpose,

right?

Let's go to the watering hole.

Yeah, maybe when you don't

smell like eggs, you're out.

Out of the in crowd?

But I only just got

in the in crowd.

Please stop! You're

only making it worse!

Outcasts, we're leaving!

[whimpers]

[sighs]

You... you are going to eat your

egg? [Yelps]

Ugga! Oh, did you wash

your hair again?

With your face shape, it looks

better with a layer of dirt.

[chuckles] Thanks, but we need

to talk about you, mom.

This is the third bear owl

to grab you this week.

Eh, they got good taste

in women.

- Aah!

- No.

They have a taste for weak prey.

I think you should

move in with us.

[laughs]

Uh, hold on, honey,

shouldn't we send Gran

to a place more suited for

someone of her... advanced age?

Like, I don't know, uh,

Old People Island.

[squawks]

Have fun. You'll be missed.

We're not sending her

to a place like that.

We're the only family she's got.

- Hah! Pass.

- You're coming with me.

Wow! You really are easy

to drag off.

Don't worry, Gran, we... we'll

feed you and clean you,

like an animal we catch

but never eat, it'll be fun.

[instrumental music]

Eh, alright, let's go.

The sooner we get to your cave,

the sooner I can start

marking my territory.

Ow!

[music continues]

[growling]

[whimpers]

Quit it, Sandy.

I'm not that tasty or am I?

[slurping]

Okay, got my lunch, uh, but

anybody seen my hunting rock?

I think I see it.

Big and hard and lumpy?

It's right on top of your neck.

[grunts]

- That's my seat.

- This butt says it's mine.

[grunts]

You know what?

That's okay.

I've got to get

to the hunt, anyway.

About that, now that we

have another mouth to feed...

Huh?

How much more food could you

bring home from the hunt today?

- Uh, none.

- Says the lazy lump.

Go take a bait shift!

Ha! Good idea, mom.

Problem solved.

[instrumental music]

Ugga, no.

Alright, let me explain

how hunting works.

Grug:
You have bait

and you have bonkers.

Bait lures the food.

Oh, no! I'm weak and helpless!

[buzzing]

Guess I'll just rub

these berries

on myself while I wait to die.

[buzzing]

[screams]

Grug:
Bonkers bonk the food.

And sometimes the bait.

Good hustle, guys.

Grug:
Every hunter starts out

as bait

and yes,

bait takes home more food.

Oh, no, I am weak and delicious.

[yelps]

Grug:
But keep in mind that...

and I can't stress this enough,

honey.

Oh, no, I'm weak and...

Aw, just eat me.

Grug:
You also have to be bait.

So, when I became a bonker,

a good bonker, mind you, some

would say the best bonker,

I promised myself that

I would never be bait again.

And I promised myself

I would never

share a cave with my mom again,

but we all need to make

sacrifices now that she's here.

Like, I need to gather

more food,

and Eep has to watch

Sandy and Thunk.

- Wait, what?

- Hang out with Eep? Alright!

[giggling]

Can't you hire the babysitter?

[sighs]

She's sitting for the Clops.

[grunts]

But, mom, the watering hole.

I need to get back

in with the in crowd.

You can still go, just bring

your brother and sister.

And me. This cave is

already crampin' my style.

No! No, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no!

Mom, if you were the in crowd,

would you let that in?

[muffled]

Ta-da! Told you I could do it

- Ah.

- Ooh, yeah.

That's gonna be rough.

Good luck!

[instrumental music]

Send out the bait!

Good yelling, brother,

but next time

have a little fun

with it, like...

Send out the bait

Be serious, brother,

send out the bait,

or your kids will starve

and your mothers will cry...

Send out the bait

and hop on one foot

Send out the bait

and rub your tummy

Eat me! I'm weak but delicious!

[screams]

Oh, Munk, buddy, I don't know

how I'm gonna survive

living with Gran.

Hey, well, you know,

she's old, right?

- She can't live forever.

- Oh, she might.

Gran is a force of nature,

she always eats

like it's her

last meal, but it never is.

She always has a bone to

pick, but never shares it.

She, uh, never replaces

the wiping leaf.

And now, thanks to her,

I'm bait,

and I hate being bait.

[screams]

Oh, that's too bad.

You are good bait.

Ow! Hey, aim for the prey!

[groans]

Nice work, sweetie!

Catch three more

and we'll have dinner!

Ooh, there are a lot of these.

Anyone know if they're deadly?

We need a taster on shrub four!

[chomping]

We're gonna need a new taster.

[instrumental music]

Look, guys, I'm going to see

if I can get us in,

but you've got to be cool.

- Done.

- So, don't shout.

Eep:
Don't burp, don't eat stuff

you find in your ears,

don't make music with your butt.

Excuse me.

You know what?

Just do nothing.

Hi, in crowd.

Can you open up?

[groans]

Are they with you?

What?

Gran:
Who's up for a skin swim?

[gasping]

It's like she's got enough flesh

for two people.

And why is it so scaly?

Wait, where's Sandy?

Ow! Something bit my butt.

[screaming]

[grunting]

[sighs]

[snarling]

[chuckling]

Sorry, just a little slip-up,

but I promise if you let us in,

they won't be embarrassing...

Anymore.

They'll just stand off

to the side and do nothing!

You can come in, but they can't.

That's just how it is.

I don't make the rules.

Yeah, we do!

Oh, yeah. We do.

[chuckling]

Fine, we'll go make our own fun.

What do you kids wanna do first?

Go ramu tipping or moon the sun?

- Let's moon the sun!

- Yay!

Eep, you in or you out?

I'm out.

[gasping]

[instrumental music]

[vocalizing]

Stop singing!

Sorry.

Thunk:
Is this safe, Gran?

Dad says, "When in doubt,

don't, just, just don't."

[scoffs]

Your dad doesn't know fun.

I do. Literally.

I knew the caveman

who invented fun.

Really? Where is he now?

Oh, he's dead.

Now cue the mask!

[screaming]

[mooing]

Stampede surfin'.

Thunk:
Whoa!

Great baiting today, Grug.

You're a natural.

[Grug groans]

Mighty fine baiting, Grug.

Way to make yourself look

so weak and pathetic.

Really sold the whole

'giving up on life' thing.

Yup. You are definitely our bait

from here on out, Grug.

You know until you...

[groans]

Today, I was bumped, bitten,

bruised, battered and bashed.

And I rather go through all

of that again

then go home to Gran.

Be grateful for the family

you have, Grug.

Remember, I lost mine.

Still no idea where

you left him, huh, hmm?

We really should search more.

[chuckles] Yeah, and lose myself

too? No, thank you.

Uh, if Gran just had

somewhere else to go,

but we're the only family

she's got...

Not like I can find her

a new family.

[children screaming]

Whoo! Ha-ha!

Look, what Gran taught us!

[Thunk laughing]

Gran:
Nice belt, Grunk.

Does it come

in cavemens? [laughing]

Know what? I think I will try

finding you a new family.

- Anyone need a grandma?

- I do.

Bye, Grug. My new grandma.

Go ahead. You think I like

livin' with you, Grunk?

It's Grug! Uff.

Wait, you don't wanna

live with us?

No, you're loud,

you're obnoxious

and you always tell me

what to do.

No, no. Those are my complaints

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