01x10 - Cheery Glo-mato - Highly Amused

[bunniefuu]

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 melodies ringing ♪

We're livin' in harmony ♪

Yeah,

We're livin' in harmony ♪

Our song is much stronger

With every Troll singing ♪

We're livin' in harmony ♪

[Rock music]

Ah!

- [Screeching] Yow! Way to rock!

- Haha! That smash was so

- dissatisfying.

- Aw!

[Screeching]

Yow! Spoke too soon!

Ugh, I can't end an epic solo

on a bland smash!

I'm craving something new.

Yes!

[Cheering]

Ugh, too dry.

- Aw!

- Yes!

- Yeah!

- Too crunchy!

- Aw!

- Yeah!

Too obvious!

Aw! Yeah,

we should have known that one.

Uh! There

Oh!

[Val screaming]

That, mwah,

[chuckles]

- hit the spot.

- Yeah!

[Cheering]

HOLLY: Y'all!

What did you do

to my cheery glo-mato, ya'll?

[Sad music]

Oh

That was your cherry tomato?

[Grunts]

Cheery glo-mato!

Y'know, 'cause it glows?

And 'cause there's only one way

to grow it?

Sunlight, compost, H2O! ♪

Grow for mama, go, go, go! ♪

Yeah!

I was gonna enter it in the

Country Corral Fair next month!

It was gonna be my prize-winner.

Oh, Holly, that's awful.

But I'm sure Val didn't know?

Did you, Val?

- No.

- I understand. It was an honest mistake.

A horrifying,

soul-crushing honest mistake.

One so devastating most Trolls would

die before takin' the high road.

But not me!

Not me.

- So, we're cool?

- Yes, Val. We are cool.

High road, Holly!

High road!

Well, that worked out.

Who wants ice cream?

- [Screeching] Yeah!

- POPPY: Ice cream?! No!

- Aw!

- Val, you've gotta apologize to Holly!

I did apologize. I

said: "We're cool?"

- Conflict resolution!

- Yeah!

"We're cool?"

Wow, okay.

Val, look. An apology

needs to show empathy.

Right.

- And by empathy you mean?

- Really? Ugh!

Okay, empathy happens when you think about

how your actions hurt someone and

No way, Popsqueak.

I'll just stick to the rock way

of doing things.

Fine! But your conscience

is gonna get to you.

Oh!

- And by conscience you mean?

- Ugh! Conscience, Val!

The voice in your head that makes

you feel bad when you do wrong!

Eventually, you're gonna

have to listen to it.

Huh.

Sounds like a real drag. Pass.

What? Ugh!

You can't pass on your!

Oh, nevermind!

Ugh, I've gotta hug something!

♪

Pff, can you believe Poppy?

"Conscience."

[chuckles]

- S'up, Smidge?

- Hey, glo-mato.

- Wait. What'd you say?

- I said, "Hey, Val."

Right.

'Cuz Val's my name.

And this has been a totally

normal social exchange.

[Chuckles]

Okay?

You okay?

You look kinda soft rock.

I'm fine.

I-I just, I thought she said

- VENDOR: Hey Val!

- Huh?

- I got your glo-mato!

- Ah! What?

- I said, "I got your usual"?

- But, but

[gasps]

[Squeals]

What? I'm not

weird, you're weird!

VOICE:

It's never gonna stop!

Uh!

Who's that!

VOICE:

It was me.

Your conscience.

[Chuckles]

[Screaming]

Poppy!

Please, I need your help

with this!

- Your shoulder?

- Huh?

She can't see me!

Oh! I see what's

going on here.

You feel bad

about smashing Holly's glo-mato,

so your deeply

underdeveloped conscience

is following you around

in the form of a glo-mato.

Ooh, that Troll's perceptive.

[Glo-mato giggles]

[Val screams]

Yes, okay?

How do I get rid of it?

Well, to clear your conscience,

you have to really think

about what you did.

And then find a way

to express your regret.

- Oh, Maybe in a thoughtful card or

- Card! Got it!

Ah!

"Hollee, sorry I did that thing

I did the one time. Vall."

And you misspelled Holly.

And you misspelled Val!

GLO-MATO:

You gotta do better than that.

I don't know!

I've never done this before!

[Glo-mato laughs in scary voice]

[Scary voice]

Uh-oh. Someone's gotten bigger.

[Gasps]

[Panting]

Oh, please, Poppy,

what else can I do?

I don't know!

Sometimes when I need to say

sorry, I write a song and

Song! Yes!

I can write a song!

Wow, she seems stressed.

I bet she could use a card.

♪

POPPY: Hey, Holly!

Looks like you're

feeling better.

Yup, I'm happy to say

I've let bygones be bygones

[chuckles]

By which I mean how Val took out

all her pent-up aggression

on my poor glo-mato

who never did a

thing to harm anyone!

High road!

So I'm whippin' up

a new fair entry:

cookie dough sculptures!

Wow, that is just great!

Hey, by the way,

I'm sort of looking for Val.

Have you seen her anywhere?

VAL: Holly!

I wrote this for you!

- Ow!

- Wha?

- Ooh, this could be bad.

- Prepare to be apologized.

Ow!

I smashed your

favorite vegetable ♪

Hey! ♪

'Cuz it was,

oh, so smashable ♪

But now I got this glo-mato ♪

Bleh! ♪

And, uh-oh, he's gotta go ♪

I wrote this song

I wrote this song ♪

In hopes that

I might get him ♪

Gone, gone, gone, gone!

I might get him ♪

Gone, gone, gone, gone! ♪

Help me get him gone! ♪

Wait!

Huh! So?

Apology accepted?

Oh

♪

[Sighs]

Oh, oh, Holly,

I am so sorry, I

I I just

I need a minute, ya'll.

[Shouting]

High road!

Oh, man.

I made it even worse?

[Gasps]

Oh, no.

[Glo-mato laughs]

I'm still here!

[Screaming]

Oh, you were right, Poppy,

my conscience is gonna eat me.

[Glo-mato laughs]

Someone hasn't resolved

their feelings!

Wow, eaten by a gnarly

projection of my own inner demons.

So cool.

No, Val! I didn't say that your

conscience was gonna eat you,

I said it would catch up with you and

that you would have to listen to it!

Listen to it?

[laughs]

Do you wanna tell me something?

Actually, yeah I do!

[Chuckles]

I kept wondering

why you didn't ask.

Uh, maybe 'cause you lurk around

like some nightmare creature.

Hmm.

Yeah, I get that.

Now, let's talk about empathy.

Tea?

Oh, thank you!

[Val laughing]

[Sighs]

[Poppy chuckles]

[Grunts]

- Val.

- Hey, Holly, are you all right?

Oh, I'm fine. Cookie dough

is good for the hair.

Makes it nice and shiny.

- Really?

- I don't know.

But I'm just gonna keep

tellin' myself that

'til I get it all out!

Now what is it?

[Sighs]

Holly, look.

For the first time in my life,

I've actually started listening

to my conscience.

[Glo-mato giggles]

I really thought

about how smashing your glo-mato

must have made you feel.

It's this thing

I learned called empanada.

- GLO-MATO: Empathy.

- POPPY: Empathy.

Empathy. And all I wanted

to do is to tell you

I'm really sorry.

And to give you this.

Aw, a lil' baby cheery glo-mato.

Yeah. It might still

grow in time for the fair

if we both cheer it on together.

And it definitely will

if all three of us chip in!

Aww!

Get in here, y'all!

[Glo-mato giggles]

Looks like someone

isn't needed anymore.

You ready, y'all?

[Sighs]

I guess.

Stupid empanada.

Grow, glo-mato!

Grow, grow, glo-mato! ♪

Till you glow, glo-mato!

Glow, glow, glo-mato! ♪

[Cheering]

[Classical music]

Trolls, we gather to honor

the parting of Ms. Glouise,

a good friend

and an even better glue stick.

[Trolls crying desperately]

[Sniffing]

I can't believe I left the cap

off. I'll never forgive myself.

[Crying]

Uh, Poppy, shouldn't we

hurry this up a little?

We've still gotta get

through seven markers

- and a felt-tip pen.

- Poppy! Poppy, I

Huh?

[Crying]

Oh! Why!

Oh, uh, sorry. Glitter

to glitter, hugs to hugs.

Poppy,

I need your help with him.

Branch! There you are!

[Grunts]

Ah! That expression, that's it!

The ire! The exasperation!

Revelation gushes

from your very pores!

- Uh, what's going on?

- He thinks I'm his muse.

- Branch? A muse?

- Yes, my muse!

One who gives me the inspiration

I need to create great art!

Allow me to explain.

But first, to set the mood.

[Dramatic classical music]

T'was noon.

A fortnight ago.

I, Dante Crescendo, sat down to

compose my next masterpiece.

The first note shall be!

The first note shall be!

[Cries]

But it was all for naught.

I had contracted an undeniable

case of composer's block.

Oh!

Until

Huh?

[Gasps]

Oh!

I had never witnessed

such intensity.

Oh!

His passion stirred my soul!

[Sneezing]

[laughs]

I found myself

instantly inspired!

So, you see, Branch is my muse!

And I must observe his every move

until my masterpiece is complete.

- Well, that makes sense.

- Makes sense? C'mon!

I mean, I feel bad you're

struggling, really,

but he can't just follow me

around, 'cause I won't like that!

Not good enough. Dante, Branch

would love to be your muse.

Marvelous! Marvelous!

And worry not, Branch,

once I've written this piece

I will be out of your hair!

Ugh!

[laughing]

Would you look at that?

Two Trollstopians being brought together.

Actually, Poppy,

they're being glued together.

[Cries]

Dante, if you're gonna do

whatever this muse thing is,

can you please

just do it quietly?

Of course!

I am but a ghost.

[Sighs]

[Grunts]

- Marvelous!

- Ah!

[Branch grunts]

[Humming]

- Marvelous!

- Ah!

[laughs]

[Humming]

D'oh!

[laughs]

And

there.

[laughing]

- Ah!

- Amazing.

♪

There!

Branch, that did it!

- Wait, seriously? You're finished?

- Yes!

With the first of 27 movements.

[Branch grunts]

Okay, new plan!

Get that quill ready, Dante!

'Cause nothing brings out

the ol' Branch intensity like

ration inventory!

Oh

One

two

- Hmm, this doesn't seem to be conjuring anything.

- BRANCH: Four.

- But I'm sure it will come!

- Five

12,803

[snoring]

♪

So, Minuet, you're a

talented Classical Troll.

Think you could quickly

finish this symphony?

- It's for a friend.

- No, I can't, Branch.

As first chair of the

Classical Troll Orchestra,

I must constantly practice my

violin and my bass violin

simultaneously.

[Classical music]

Ah. Well, okay, I guess

I'll just write it myself.

How to begin

Sorry, what's this thing music

always starts with?

This crazy straw thing?

- Ah! Crazy straw thing?

- Ah, I'll just write crazy straw thing.

Now, how many keytar solos

go in this baby

Keytars?

And how do I make it clear when

I want to use this sound?

[Drop sound echoing]

No!

You'll bungle the entire piece!

Just give me the quill!

Ah! It's so tasteless!

Can't believe he

would do something

[snoring]

- Morning!

- Ah!

- Someone had a productive night.

- My symphony?

I-It's complete?

The evidence suggests

I wrote it in my sleep,

but, but that's impossible!

Which just proves that you,

O muse, are a miracle worker!

[laughs]

So you don't need me?

You're done?

Yes! I can't wait to share it

with Trollstopia!

Come! Come see what Branch

hath drawn forth from my soul!

YELLOW-HAIRED TROLL:

Wow! It's so cool!

♪

Okay, Gary, the last nail

is always the hardest.

Just need to concentrate.

One

two

- Oh, my guh!

- Ah!

SMIDGE: Wow!

- Smidge?

- Oh, hey, Branch, don't mind me.

I've just been experimenting

with a brownie recipe

and am hoping you can be my muse,

blah, blah, blah, as you were.

What are you talking about?

You know I'm not a muse.

Well, yeah, I did.

But then Dante told us

he wrote an entire symphony

in a dream!

Blah, blah, blah, as you were.

I am but a ghost.

BRANCH: Hum

Branch! We're struggling

with a new look for Mr. Dinkles.

Inspiration, go!

But I'm not a muse!

It's all a big mis

Yeah, yeah.

Save the modesty, man.

We'll just stalk you

'til something clicks, okay?

No!

[Panting]

[Branch screaming]

[Gasps]

[Sighs]

- Branch!

- Ah!

[Screaming]

Ah! Oh, oh!

Huh?

♪

- Inspire us!

- Inspire us!

Stop!

I'm not a muse, okay?

Dante didn't compose anything

in his dream!

I

I didn't?

No! I just made it look like you did.

Minuet wrote the symphony!

But I thought it was a favor

for his friend!

Plus, he wanted to use this

[drop sound]

This!

[Drop sound]

So, my triumph

over composers block,

the sudden burst of originality,

was a ruse?

Look, Dante. I

DANTE:

No apologies, Branch.

I'm glad to finally see

what a fool I've been.

And while that may sound

like something a Troll would say

just to salvage his dignity,

as you can see, I'm great!

[laughing]

[Crying]

I I sorta messed

this up, didn't I?

Yup.

[Gasps]

But it's not too late

to make it right.

♪

Oh.

Oh!

Branch?

What are you doing here?

I wanna apologize, Dante.

You came to me for help

but all I could think about

was how it inconvenienced me.

I'm sorry.

And I may not be a muse,

but I bet we can find

plenty of things to inspire you

things you may have overlooked

'cause you were so focused on me.

Like flowers blossoming

in the sun

[gasps]

- DANTE: Aw!

- BRANCH: On someone's wedding day.

- I do.

- DANTE: Wonderful!

[Gasp]

[Chuckle]

Well, that was awkward

and remarkable!

- I think I might be getting something.

- Oh, just you wait.

Just look around you

And I know you'll find ♪

There's something magical

Before your very eyes ♪

Might not be obvious

With just a gaze ♪

But take a deeper look

You might just be amazed ♪

There's beauty in things

To be realized ♪

Just follow your heart

And open your eyes ♪

To all of the

simple magic of life ♪

And you will become inspired ♪

With the world as your muse ♪

Feel the spark

Feel the fire ♪

With the world as your muse ♪

Feel your heart

Flying higher ♪

With the world as your muse ♪

Muse ♪

With the world as your muse ♪

Muse ♪

♪

[Crowd clapping]

Well, Dante got his new masterpiece.

Way to be a friend, Branch.

Yeah, it feels like all the loose

ends of this little adventure

have finally been tied together.

SMIDGE: No, Branch,

glued together.

[Crying]

There's beauty in things

To be realized ♪

Just follow your heart

And open your eyes ♪

To all of the

simple magic of life ♪

And you will become inspired ♪

With the world as your muse ♪

Feel the spark

Feel the fire ♪

With the world as your muse ♪