01x05 - Manager Poppy - The Snug-a-lug Situation

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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 melody's ringing ♪

We're living in harmony ♪

Yeah, we're

living in harmony ♪

Our song is much stronger ♪

With every Troll singing ♪

We're living in harmony! ♪

Thundershock! Thundershock!

Thundershock!

Thundershock! Thundershock!

Wow!

Val's show doesn't even start

for eight hours

and look at all these Trolls

already lined up!

Well, yeah!

Word is Val's concerts

are a non-stop thrill ride.

I heard she opens

by dropping from the sky.

I heard she smashes her guitar

into a million pieces!

I heard

the pieces transform into birds

which carry you off

to a city in the clouds

where you're crowned greatest DJ

of all time!

Wait, did I hear that

or did I dream it?

Either way, I'm ready to rock!

Fan-tastic.

Way to show support

for a fellow Trollstopian!

And, speaking

of showing support

Val! I came by to say,

break a hair!

I can't tell if you're upset or

this is just your regular face.

Upset! My band manager,

Demo, had an accident.

Oh, no! What happened?

He was sharpening up his hair

spikes for the big show when

This should be

the most epic night of my

nay, all our lives!

Yeah! Woo! ♪

Yeah!

Ooh!

- Geez! Is he okay?

- Of course I'm not okay!

I can't manage like this! The

show will have to be canceled!

What? No! All of Trollstopia

is lining up to hear Val play!

Yeah!

Besides I can handle not having

a manager for one night.

Oh, really Val?

So, you are gonna handle

all the mundane logistics?

Like scheduling?

- So boring!

- Equipment checks?

- So. Not. Hardcore!

- Promotions? And publicity?

No! Okay, fine!

We'll cancel the show!

Ugh, I can't believe it!

Wait. What if I was

your manager tonight?

You?

You sure about that?

'Cause let me tell you,

this job ain't no glittering

cupcake good-time jamboree!

Or whatever you Pop Trolls do!

- Yeah, yeah, we do that.

- Well, toughen up!

- 'Cause Val is a handful.

- Got it!

It's up to you

to get her ready for the show.

Up to you! ♪

- I won't let her out of my sight.

- Where is she right now?

Ah!

Welcome, friend,

to Stripe Smiley's Candy Bar!

What'll it be?

Licorice? Lollipop?

Or one of Stripe's

one-of-a-kind taffy sculptures?

Nah, just an Extreme

Sour Blaster Puckerball.

The kind that turns

your face inside-out.

Coming right up!

Ah, Val! What are you doing?

There's so much we have to do

to get ready for the show!

Wardrobe, hair and makeup,

vulnerable manager-to-rockstar

sharing time?

- Huh?

- Sorry, I tried to sneak that last one in.

Sorry, Popsqueak.

That's not how I get ready

for a concert. This is.

- A sweaty crumpled napkin?

- No.

- Val's pre-show agenda! ♪

- Bungee jumping?

- Bungee jumping! ♪

- Volcano spelunking!

- Hot! So hot! ♪

- Arctic slingshotting!

Cool! So cool! ♪

Sticking your head

in a predator's mouth?

The risks are as high

As they are pointless ♪

- Yeah!

- Val, give me a break.

This is nothing but a list

of reckless antics and mischief!

Exactly.

See, my show's raw. Wild.

And I have to do every item on

that list if I'm gonna find

- my edge.

- Sorry, Val. Not buying it.

You don't have to go tornado

sledding to play a good show.

Val?

Val?

Val!

Your friend pulled

the old taffy-and-run! Classic.

What? I gotta find her!

Where are you going? ♪

I gotta know ♪

I need some answers

Before you get out of control ♪

Go, go, go, go ♪

Oh, oh, oh ♪

Go, go, go, go ♪

Yeah, and I keep searching the

Earth Until you are found ♪

I'll keep my eye on the prize

And feet on the ground ♪

I'll keep on running and running

And running around after you ♪

I won't be stopping

Until such time that I do ♪

Oh, I'll be

ch-ch-ch-ch-chasing ♪

After you! ♪

- Oh. Val, where have you been?

- I've been

Finding my edge, yeah! ♪

We've been over this! ♪

Ah! Fine, but your concert

is in less than a half hour.

We have to get to the venue,

so we're taking

The Dune Huggy.

Ah! Hardcore!

Woohoo!

- Wow! This thing really moves!

- Yup! And it really hugs the turns!

- Yeah! Ha-ha! Rock on!

- Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet.

Ha-ha, yeah!

- Yeah!

This is awesome!

See? This is what happens when

you let your manager help you!

Yeah, full disclosure? I didn't

hop in here so you could help me.

- I did it 'cause joyriding is on the list.

- What?

Woohoo!

Hey! Val, no!

Stop the car right now!

Nah.

Later! ♪

Oh. That. Is. It!

- Yeah!

- Val!

- 'Sup?

- I'm done falling for your tricks.

- We are going to the venue, now!

- Nope!

If I'm gonna get my edge,

I still have bungee jumping,

sticking my head in a predator's

mouth and stunt-flying a flyer bug.

Like that flyer bug!

Val, no!

Woohoo!

Splat?

What is this?

Why, that's Stripe Smiley's

finest taffy sculpture yet, friend!

Consider yourself managed.

What?

But I haven't finished my list!

You are making a huge mistake.

Poppy, I'm serious. Poppy!

Sorry, Val!

Can't seem to hear you!

Poppy, stop. Poppy, no!

Thundershock! Thundershock!

Thundershock!

Thundershock!

Thundershock!

Okay, people, it's show time.

- Queen Poppy!

- Demo! You fixed your hair!

Indeed, your Royal Trollness.

I broke free from my shackles.

And now the great blaze of my

rock spirit shall be unleashed!

Oh, oh, ah!

Hey, hey, hey! Wo-ah, no, no!

So! Looks like you've got

everything under control here.

Yup! I mean,

not to polish my own glitter,

but I got Val into wardrobe,

hair and makeup,

and I got her up on stage,

where she's about to perform her

legendary show-opening guitar smash!

Observe.

Ah!

Ah!

Huh?

Why isn't it breaking?

- What's wrong with her?

- Ah! I-I don't know!

Val's always ready to rock

by concert time!

She has a whole pre-show agenda

to make sure of it!

Hold on. You mean her list

of reckless antics and mischief?

All of her excuses

about needing to find an edge?

Those were for real?

Of course! What'd you think I meant

when I said you had to get her ready

for the show?

What are we gonna do?

Thundershock! Thundershock!

Thundershock!

Uh, actually,

w-w-we're having some

hardcore-centric difficulties,

a-and, uh

I'm afraid the show

will have to

Uh! Ah!

What? What are you doing?

Being your manager!

Now, where's that list?

First, flyer bug stunt piloting!

Whoo! Whoo! Poppy!

Whoo-oh! Whoo!

Whoo-oh!

Next, sticking your head

in a predator's jaws!

So awesome!

Yeah! Woohoo!

- Now, storm chasing!

- What?

That's not on my list.

It is now, Thundershock!

- Ah!

- Now, how do you feel?

What?

- How do you feel!

- I, I feel

- Edgy.

- Great!

'Cause there's only one thing

left on your list!

Oh!

Bungee!

Yay!

Let's rock!

Guitar smash! Ha!

Thundershock! Thundershock!

Thundershock!

Thundershock!

Ah-hah!

I knew it!

Well, Poppy, gotta hand it to you.

That was some excellent managing.

Thanks, Demo.

- If you ever wanna do it again sometime

- Not a chance.

Whoo, Val!

I knew it!

Trolls, thank you for coming

on such short notice.

Fellow Trollstopian, Lownote Jones,

is in desperate need of our help.

Indeed I am.

In fact, we are all facing

a dire emergency.

Oh, yeah! I love that.

No, really. Don't be misled

by the smooth sound of my voice.

Everyone should be

very, very alarmed.

Trolls!

Now, there's been a dangerous shift

in our planet's groove-itational pull,

and I must fly into outer space

to correct it.

How can we help, Lownote?

Good question,

voice in the crowd.

If my mission has any hope for success,

I need a group of reliable Trolls

to rise to the occasion.

And pet-sit for me

while I'm gone.

What kind of pet, Lownote?

Strong follow-up,

voice in the crowd.

It's called a snuggalug.

Aww!

- Oh, my guh!

- It's the cutest creature I've ever seen!

So, who can I trust to feed

it, bathe it and play with it?

Me! Me!

Right here, sir!

Oh, and you can never

ever

under any circumstance

give it a hug.

- I'm out.

- Can't do it.

Aren't you curious why

you can't give it a hug?

Sorry, Lownote, but it

doesn't really matter why.

There's not a Troll alive that can

resist hugging that little guy!

- Aww!

- Uh-huh!

Oh, come on!

How hard is it to not hug

something? I'll do it.

Whoa, Branch.

Even you have to admit that

snuggalug is pretty irresistible.

Aww!

Puh-lease.

Branch is right.

I could take care of that thing with

one of my hands still doing a solo.

Ha-ha!

Note: I agree with

the Hard Rock Troll.

Resisting a hug is simply a matter

of maintaining one's objectivity.

And I'd figure if I

can keep law and order

on Free Funnel Cake Friday,

watching a snuggalug

will be a piece of

well, free funnel cake!

Ha-ha!

Okay! Love the volunteering,

not a fan of the attitudes.

Well, it's settled.

It sounds like Branch,

Laguna, Val and Gust

are the right

Trolls for the job.

Fine. Now there's nothing

else, will someone hold me back?

Because I have to hug that

thing! It's so cute!

Okay, snuggalug sitters, let me

lay down some snuggalogistics.

The reason you can never hug

a snuggalug

is because when you do,

it splits into two.

- Pop!

- Aww!

And once you start hugging

Pop! Pop!

More and more hugs,

more and more snuggalugs.

Until the entire planet

is completely overrun

with an unending flood of cute.

Aww!

Uh, that's not a good thing.

Lownote, one might question

why you would keep an animal

with such catastrophic

potential.

True, but one might also question

why I wear a monocle on Tuesdays.

The answer to both?

That's just Lownote

being Lownote, babe.

Now, if you run into any

trouble, just press this button

and Lownote Jones

will come running.

Well, not running,

but I will certainly come

sauntering very, very quickly.

Wow, he really gave us

a lot to think about.

And my first thought?

We won't be needing this thing!

Can you believe the fuss everyone's

making over the snuggalug?

All it takes

to not hug something is this.

Ha! The subject appears to be doing

literally the easiest thing in the world.

Yep, like Lownote said, "We are

the right Trolls for the job."

I'm so good! ♪

Stronger than a snuggalug ♪

I don't even need to hug ♪

Rockin' so I show my lump ♪

It's so odd! ♪

Find you irresistible ♪

Huggable and kissable ♪

To me, you're

just statistical ♪

It ain't worth all the fuss! ♪

Y'all just leave it to us ♪

Toughest Trolls

on the block! ♪

Yeah We're the right

Trolls for the job ♪

Yow! ♪

Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

We're the right Trolls for the

job! Yeah! ♪

Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

We're the, we're

the right Trolls ♪

We're the, we're the right

Trolls Yeah ♪

Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

We're the right

Trolls for the job! ♪

Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

We're the right

Trolls for the job ♪

Right Trolls for the job ♪

- Branch!

- What?

- Aww!

- Ah!

I almost hugged it! And I didn't

even realize I was doing it!

Ha-ha!

Sounds like you're getting soft.

But you don't have any power

over me, snuggalug.

- I don't care how big your eyes are.

- Aww!

Or how your gaze

reaches deep into my soul,

stirring something I never knew

was there until

I just wanna

Ah!

- Val, no!

- Ah!

What is happening to us?

It seems our prolonged exposure is

wearing down our cuddle resistance.

Isn't it, my cutie-wooty

snuggy-luggy?

Laguna!

Stand down, partner!

I'm hugging it!

Perhaps we're combing more hair

than we can style here, Trolls.

- And maybe we should call Lownote Jones.

- No way!

We can't let the others

know we couldn't go

45 minutes without hugging it!

- Now, come on. We can do this!

- Hum!

Oh! Ah!

Whose turn is it?

I'll go.

Ah! Fetch! Ah!

- Ah, he's back!

- Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Hey there, snuggalug.

- Lownote Jones!

- You got that right, baby.

I'm back from saving the planet.

He wasn't any trouble, was he?

- Nope!

- No trouble.

- Not for Trolls like us!

- Stop asking!

Well, all right then. Thanks

again, and always remember

stay funky.

Well, Trolls, it wasn't easy,

but we did it.

To being the right Trolls

for the job.

Yeah!

Huh?

- Ah!

- Another one?

One of us

must have hugged the snuggalug

before Lownote picked it up!

Who did it?

- Hmm.

- Hum!

- Hmm?

- Okay, I did it! And I'd do it again!

- It was beautiful!

- Dude!

Note: I have never been

more disappointed.

Hmm?

- Okay, we hugged it too.

- Note: I am a hypocrite.

I can't believe this you guys!

After everything we went through?

Hum?

Yeah, I hugged it too.

We should find that communicator

and contact Lownote Jones.

What? No!

Look, there's only four of them.

We'll be fine

as long as we commit ourselves

to no more hugs.

Ah! They can hug each other?

There, situation contained.

Huh?

We should've called

Lownote Jones.

Find that communicator!

That way, that way!

Hey, guys!

I know it's pretty lame for me

to show up out of

the blue, but

Ah!

Never mind!

Go that way! That way!

There!

Oh, oh! I'm so sorry, guys!

My arrogance got us into this!

- Ours too!

- Yeah, it ain't just you.

Help!

- Ah!

- Got it!

Branch to Lownote!

Branch to Lownote!

Snuggalugs!

So much hugging! Arrogance!

We did it, g*ng!

We did it!

Well, the snuggalugs

are safely contained

and headed back to the warm hole

from whence they came.

Thanks, Lownote.

Sorry we weren't the snuggalug

sitters we said we were.

Oh, no harm done, baby.

It'd be a different story

if those snuggalugs

got out in the open,

but we got 'em.

Every last one.

Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

We're the right Trolls for the

job! Yeah! ♪

Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

We're the, we're

the right Trolls ♪

We're the, we're the right

Trolls Yeah ♪

Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

We're the right

Trolls for the job! ♪

Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

We're the right

Trolls for the job ♪

Right Trolls for the job ♪