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Starring: Anna Kendrick, Justin Timberlake, Rachel Bloom, James Corden, Jamie Dornan, Kelly Clarkson, Ozzy Osbourne, Sam Rockwell
OUR RATING: ★★★☆☆
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Animated musical comedy sequel directed by Walt Dohrn and David P. Smith. Trolls Earth Bout (2020) follows Poppy (Anna Kendrick) and Branch (Justin Timberlake), who make a make a surprising discovery, there are other Troll worlds beyond their ain, each defined past a dissimilar genre of music. When a mysterious threat puts all the Trolls across the land in danger, Poppy, Branch, and their band of friends must embark on a quest through unfamiliar terrain to practise the impossible, create harmony among the various Trolls to unite them confronting certain doom.
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'Denying our differences is denying the truth of who we are.'- 'King Quincy (Trolls World Tour) Click To Tweet 'Yous have to exist able to mind to other voices, even when they don't concord with yous. They make us stronger, more artistic, more inspired.' - Poppy (Trolls World Bout) Click To Tweet
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Deject Guy: One time upon a time, there were two Trolls. 1 was named Poppy.
Poppy: Hey. How's it going?
Cloud Guy: The other was named Co-operative.
Branch: What's up?
Cloud Guy: Together, they saved the world.
Trolls: Hooray!
Cloud Guy: Poppy became queen. Co-operative institute his true colors. And the two of them became best friends. Blast. And that was that. Pretty cute, right? Not to me. I'm the type of cloud that goes for this sort of affair.
[nosotros encounter a puppy barking]
Cloud Guy: Anyhoo, what Poppy and Co-operative didn't know is that their world was a lot bigger than they knew. Similar, a lot, lot, lot, lot bigger!
Barb: Hey, man. There he is! King Trollex of the Techno Trolls, right?
King Trollex: That's correct. Who'due south asking?
Barb: [she plays ascending chord on her guitar] Queen Barb, of the Hard Rock Trolls. And I'm here to take your string, bro.
King Trollex: No way.
Beat Driblet Button: Ooh, don't do it, human being!
King Trollex: If we lose our string, we lose our music.
Rex Trollex: [referring to Hard Rock Trolls playing their music] Okay, okay! Plenty. Finish! You're harshing the vibe we worked very difficult to build to.
Barb: Oh, but by the end of my world tour, nosotros're all going to have the aforementioned vibe. Nosotros're all going to be one nation of Trolls, under rock! Who's ready to rock?!
Co-operative: Alright, Queen Poppy. I've prepared an agenda for the solar day.
Poppy: Oh. Well, I hope it says singing, dancing, and hugging. Ow-ow!
Branch: Isn't that what we do every day?
Poppy: Yeah! Adept times!
Guy Diamond: Poppy, come up quick! It's an emergency!
Poppy: Guy Diamond, what's wrong?
Guy Diamond: I'm having a infant!
Satin, Chenille: We're on jumpsuit duty.
Cooper: I get to exist a role model.
Smidge: I don't desire to be a big sis!
Guy Diamond: [later on he'south egg hatches] What should I proper name him?
Poppy: Hmm. How about Tiny Diamond?
Tiny Diamond: [rapping] Yeah, yes, aye. Tiny Diamond is my name. Come directly from my daddy's mane. My whole torso's made of glitter. And I'll throw it in your confront. I love when I brand music. And the groove is in my bones. But like my Aunt Queen Poppy. Someday I'll sit down on the throne.
Poppy: Tiny Diamond, welcome to the family, little buddy.
Tiny Diamond: Thanks, Aunt Poppy. And thanks to this silver-haired daddy of mine for bringing me into this world.
Poppy: Aw.
Guy Diamond: I never knew my middle could be then total.
Tiny Diamond: Peace and love. Bless up. Tiny and Daddy out.
Poppy: Oh. Okay, farewell.
Branch: Hey, Poppy, there'south something I was hoping to inquire you. I mean, I gauge information technology's something I want to tell yous, more so.
Poppy: Uh-huh.
Branch: But listen. You could feel complimentary to answer to it, with an answer, if you wanted.
Poppy: Sure. What's up?
Branch: What's upward is, I wanted to tell you lot that…
Co-operative: [sighs as he's unable to tell her his truthful feelings for her] You're burdensome it at this queen thing.
Poppy: Oh, Branch, thank you. Being a expert queen is the most important thing in the earth to me. Other than beingness your friend.
[Branch just hears "friend" echoing in his head]
Poppy: [as they fail to high five each other] Huh. For some reason, nosotros can't seem to make a expert connexion.
Poppy: [Poppy reads from her invitation] "Barb, the Queen of Rock, announces her One Nation Under Rock Globe Bout. Bring your string to the biggest party the globe has ever seen." Queen of Rock?
King Peppy: It's naught! Information technology ways null at all. It's simply junk mail service. You don't need to worry about it. I hateful, quit looking at it, everyone. Forget what you saw!
[he starts chewing the invitation to destroy it]
Poppy: Dad, what'due south going on?
King Peppy: Well, I have long feared this solar day would come. I was hoping to protect you from this, Poppy.
Poppy: Protect me? I'm not a picayune child anymore, dad. I'm the queen now.
King Peppy: Y'all're correct. The truth is, we are non lonely in this earth. There are other kinds of Trolls.
Poppy: Wow. That'southward, dad, that'south corking. The more than Trolls, the merrier.
Male monarch Peppy: You don't empathise. These other Trolls aren't like united states of america. They're unlike.
Poppy: Different how? Different like Legsly?
Male monarch Peppy: I dearest being me.
Poppy: Or Fuzzbert? Or Smidge? Or Skyscraper Troll?
Skyscraper Troll: Yep, unlike like me?
King Peppy: No, it's not that. They're dissimilar in ways y'all can't even imagine.
King Peppy: You see, we love music with a hummable hook, with an upbeat melody, with a catchy rhythm that makes you want to snap your fingers, tap your toes, and wiggle your butt. That's our music. That'due south what makes us Pop Trolls.
Legsly: Ooh.
Satin: Information technology is.
Chenille: Yes.
King Peppy: But these other Trolls, they sing different. They dance different. Why, some of them tin't even begin to grasp the concept of Hammer Fourth dimension!
King Peppy: It's a story as old as fourth dimension. In the beginning, there was silence.
Troll: Boring.
Rex Peppy: Until one day, someone made a audio. Our ancestors were so inspired by the audio, they took vi strings. And those six strings had the power to command all music. They could play anything. Techno, funk, classical, country, hard rock, and popular. And every kind of music in between. There was something for everyone. It was one big party. But little by little, Trolls became intolerant of each other'southward music.
Rex Peppy: They fought over what kind of music the strings would play. The elders realized there was but i solution. Each tribe would take a string, and go their separate ways. Those half dozen tribes take lived in isolation ever since. Techno, Land, Rock, Classical, Funk, and us, the Pop Trolls.
Poppy: Now Affront'southward announcement makes sense. She wants to reunite the strings so the Troll World can be ane big political party again.
Co-operative: Wait, that's all y'all heard? One big party?
Poppy: Yeah! It'southward when all the Trolls lived in harmony. And what'south more important than living in harmony?
Branch: Well, I heard fighting. The strings together leads to fighting.
King Peppy: Exactly, Branch. That's why we need to keep our string condom.
King Peppy: Behold. The popular music cord.
Poppy: It'southward beautiful.
King Peppy: And powerful. Which is why we tin can't permit it fall into the wrong hands.
Co-operative: And we won't. Not on my watch. What we demand is a plan.
King Peppy: Don't worry. I've been preparing for this 24-hour interval for years. We run.
Poppy: Run?
King Peppy: And hide.
Branch: On information technology.
Poppy: But nosotros don't even know what we're running and hiding from.
King Peppy: We're hiding from Barb and all the other different Trolls.
Poppy: [referring to Barb] Y'all're assuming the worst most someone you haven't fifty-fifty met.
King Peppy: You're non listening to me.
Poppy: Y'all're not listening to me.
King Peppy: I'chiliad your father!
Poppy: And I'm the queen!
King Peppy: Father trumps queen. Now, there's no time to contend this. Let'due south go. Come along, Branch.
Co-operative: Well, I…
Poppy: Nosotros're all Trolls! Differences don't matter.
Branch: [as Poppy is sneaking out to meet Barb] Your dad just told united states that Queen Barb is bad news.
Poppy: Well, my dad doesn't know everything.
Branch: He knows more about this. You didn't fifty-fifty know in that location was a cord until this morn.
Poppy: He may be fine in a world where everybody lives in isolation, merely I'thousand non.
Co-operative: Well, but we don't know anything about the other Trolls.
Poppy: Well, we know they're Trolls. Branch, look around Troll Village. Everybody'south dissimilar, even the states.
Poppy: Look, being queen means having a lot of ability, and it's my job to utilise information technology for skillful. I can't stay home when I know there'due south a globe full of different Trolls out in that location but similar us.
Co-operative: This is a terrible idea that will most likely blow up in your face.
Poppy: [cuts the tie to her balloon and it start floating up] Okay, adieu.
Branch: reluctantly jumps onto her airship] What? I gauge I'grand coming with yous.
Poppy: Oh! Thank you. I really didn't want to go by myself.
Shelia B the Flowerface Balloon: Road trip!
Poppy: Yep!
Cooper: [as he leaves in the middle of the night] Goodbye. I hope I see you again, friends. But even though information technology'south scary, I have to become out there and see if at that place's other Trolls similar me.
Cooper: [shrieks every bit he scares himself] Oh, man, this is going to be hard.
Barb: Yeah! I got the Techno string! Who knew world domination could be so much fun?
Barb: [after putting the Techno cord onto her guitar] Only 4 more strings to go until stone unites the world.
Barb: [to the Hard Rock Trolls] Okay, guys, line up. We're going to go over the program once again. Okay. We're on a World Tour. And on each stop, we get a new string. When I have all half dozen strings, I'll play the ultimate power chord. And I will unite the Trolls under one music. Our music!
Branch: [referring to their balloon] In a short four hundred and fifty-six pages, I'm going to know how to fly this thing.
Poppy: Oh, Branch, nosotros don't demand a giant, comprehensive manual. How difficult can it be?
[she tosses the manual out of the balloon]
Biggie: [afterward they detect him comatose on the airship] Poppy, where are you balloon flying us to?
Poppy: We're on a mission to help Affront unite the Trolls, and I'm so glad yous're coming with us!
Biggie: I did what in the who now?
Co-operative: Hey, man. Join the club.
Poppy: And I hope you didn't eat all the cotton fiber candy, because Affront is going to love it.
Poppy: [later she finds Co-operative has brought weapons onto the balloon] Weapons? Ugh. For shame. Violence never solves a problem, Branch.
Co-operative: I'm not proverb we have to use them. I'm just proverb it'southward better to be prepared in case we need them.
Poppy: We won't demand them unless these pointy sticks help y'all listen, or these rocks aid you put yourself in someone else's shoes!
Branch: [picks upwards a knuckle duster] And what virtually these? Is this some kind of jewelry? Ooh, information technology's actually kind of cool looking. Requite me that! We don't even know what's out at that place.
Branch: [later Poppy kicks his weapons basket off the balloon] Await! No. Oh, human. Past the way, I whittled those for hours.
Poppy: Branch, the just weapons we need are this guy, and this guy.
Poppy: [holds up her arms] For hugs!
Biggie: Yous may want to accept a look at this.
Branch: [as they float through a dilapidated looking Trolls village] This is going to have a lot of hugs.
Branch: [as they evidence up in Symphonyville] Place yourself!
Pennywhistle: Are yous nice, or are y'all hateful?
Poppy: We're prissy. Nosotros're actually nice.
Branch: Yeah, but not likewise nice. And then don't even endeavor it.
Poppy: What is this place?
Pennywhistle: Information technology used to be called Symphonyville. Where the Classical Music Trolls lived. But that was in the before.
Poppy: What happened here?
Pennywhistle: Well, it was the nigh wonderful place y'all ever did seen. It was a identify where all of the Classical Music Trolls could live in perfect harmony. Wherever the conductor led, we followed. Simply and then Queen Barb showed upward.
Pennywhistle: She took our string. Our music. She took everyone. We lost everything.
Poppy: Barb doesn't want to unite us. She wants to destroy us.
Co-operative: We need to brand sure our own string is prophylactic.
Poppy: [takes Pop string out of her hair] Our string is condom.
Branch: What?! Poppy, are you lot crazy?
Poppy: I thought it was a good idea at the fourth dimension. I can't believe another queen would utilize her power for evil.
Branch: Okay. Change of plans. We need to get home equally fast as we tin can and get everyone in the bunker.
Poppy: No. Modify of plans. We take to end Barb from destroying all music! If we don't cease her, who will?
Biggie: Poppy, you said this could be handled with hugs. How are we going to hug our way out of this ane?
Poppy: Information technology'south okay, Biggie.
Biggie: Really? It's okay to be terrified? When am I going to acquire to stay abroad from the cotton candy?!
Poppy: No. As your queen, I promise that I will protect y'all, no affair what. I pinky hope.
Biggie: [gasps] Poppy, you know you can't go back on a pinky promise.
Poppy: Never did, never will.
Cooper: [as they pinky promise, an electric vibration is felt through all the troll lands] A pinky promise. Dang.
Poppy: [subsequently Poppy's pinky promise] Allow it be so.
Biggie: And so it is.
Pennywhistle: [in shock] This just got real.
Affront: [reads Poppy's letter] "Dear Barb, can't wait to meet you. I accept tons of not bad political party ideas."
King Thrash: I like that.
Affront: "Perhaps y'all and I can even exist all-time friends." Best friends? Is she making fun of me? No one says that. Friendship takes fourth dimension and years of common intendance and respect. You don't only become best friends. Plus, everyone knows I already have a ton of friends. Like Carol. Correct, Carol?
Barb: [Ballad is lying on coach, looking bored, and squirting cheeze whiz into her mouth] Okay, you're decorated. That'southward fine. Love you lot, Ballad!
Affront: Pop music isn't even real music! It'southward bland! Information technology's repetitive! The lyrics are empty! Worst of all, information technology crawls into your head like an earworm! You lot know, and you tin can't become it out. I'm tired at present. Hating things takes a lot of energy.
Barb: And no one makes fun of Queen Barb. Ah! I need that Popular string. And I know who's going to assist me. The most feared bounty hunters in all of Trolldom. Chaz, the Polish Jazz Troll. The Reggaeton Trolls. The Yard-Pop Gang. And the Yodelers.
Barb: [to Chaz, The Reggaeton Trolls and The K-Pop Gang] Okay. As you probably know, I'm bringing a tidal moving ridge of rock beyond this land of ours. And presently at that place will be nothing but difficult stone as far as the ear tin can hear. Whoever brings me Queen Poppy, gets to proceed their very own music in their very own territory. Correct over hither.
Tresillo: I don't know. Information technology looks pretty tiny.
Barb: You want information technology or non? All you have to do is go me Queen Poppy!
Barb: Dude, where are the Yodelers?
Riff: I heard a rumor that they yodeled so hard, an avalanche fell on them. Or something.
Barb: Well, I don't pay you to hear.
Riff: Really, I'g doing this for college credit.
Barb: If anyone can find me Queen Poppy and her cord, information technology's the Yodelers.
Poppy: This must be where the Country Music Trolls live.
Branch: Well, it looks similar nobody'due south here. Nosotros're too late. Fourth dimension to go home. Come on, guys, let'southward go.
Poppy: In that location is no "I quit" in "squad".
Poppy: [as they listen to Delta Dawn's sing] This song is so sad.
Co-operative: Yeah, information technology is sad. Merely life is distressing sometimes, so I kind of like it.
Poppy: You practise? Huh. Simply it'due south and so different. Oh, they must not know that music's supposed to make you happy. That'southward awful.
Delta Dawn: [referring to Poppy, Co-operative, and Biggie] I experience bad for them. It looks like they got beat up by a rainbow.
Poppy: [referring to the Country Music Trolls] First things first, these Trolls need some serious cheering upward, and we're going to have to go top-shelf.
Biggie: Oh.
Co-operative: Now, when yous say top-shelf, you don't mean…
Poppy: That'due south correct. We need to sing them the most of import songs in the history of music.
Biggie: Yes, merely which ones?
Poppy: All of them.
Branch: And when you say all of them…
[we see them singing Spice Girls "Wannabe", "Who Let The Dogs Out" and other popular popular songs]
Tumbleweed: You suck!
Delta Dawn: [afterward she locks upwards Poppy, Branch, and Biggie in jail] Now, I want yous 3 to sit in here and recall about what you've just washed. That was a crime against music.
Poppy: Wait, no. We're here to warn you about Barb, the Queen of Stone.
Delta Dawn: Sweetie, I already know and accept heard nigh this Queen Barb, and her fancy World Tour. At present, if you'll excuse me, I got to go launder what y'all phone call music out of my ears.
Branch: Well, I knew it. Who Let the Dogs Out. Too far.
Poppy: Okay, Branch. You can say, "I told you so." I know yous desire to.
Branch: You lot did great out there, Poppy.
Poppy: That was such a rad medley. I tin can't believe it didn't work.
Biggie: Tell me most it. I did the splits. No ane even clapped. Am I not cute anymore?! Come on!
Poppy: Peradventure my dad was right. The other Trolls are different in means I was non prepared for. Some Trolls, they don't just want to have fun.
Hickory: [as he breaks Poppy, Branch, and Biggie out of jail] It ain't correct to put y'all in jail considering your music's different. It seems some folks round hither don't appreciate a rad medley when they hear one.
Branch: [after they've escaped from the Country Music Trolls] Why are you helping us? What'south in it for you?
Poppy: Hey! Branch.
Poppy: [to Hickory] I'k pitiful nearly my associate.
Hickory: I loved your message most music bringing Trolls together. You lot may be Popular, and I may be State, but Trolls is Trolls.
Branch: [imitating Hickory] "Trolls is Trolls." Wow. Deep.
Poppy: This is the beginning of a partnership between Trolls that's going to save all Trolls!
Hickory: You lot're darn skippy.
Hickory: [after Poppy tells him they need to warn Funk Trolls] I'll build us a raft.
Branch: This ought to be good. Guy probably doesn't know the first thing about building a ra…
Hickory: [quickly and expertly builds a raft] Cappuccino, anyone?
Poppy: Cappuccino? Cappucci-yeah!
Branch: [to himself] I do want one. But I am not happy almost it!
Branch: Poppy, mayhap information technology's simply me, but are you getting a weird vibe from Hickory?
Poppy: What? No. Why? Are you?
Branch: I just, I don't know. I don't trust him.
Poppy: Well, yeah, just y'all don't trust anybody, Co-operative.
Branch: Hey, I just want us to be condom. And you know what'south not safe? Putting besides much trust into a complete stranger.
Poppy: Oh, I see. It'southward not Hickory you lot don't trust. Information technology's me. Practice you not think I'thou a skillful queen?
Branch: Wait, what? I didn't say that.
Poppy: I thought we were friends, Branch. I'g starting to think you don't fifty-fifty know what that ways.
Branch: Nosotros are friends. And sometimes that ways speaking upwards if I think you lot're making a mistake.
Poppy: [as they hear smooth jazz music] Practice you hear something?
Poppy: [every bit Chaz is playing saxophone] Look at that guy's breast hair.
Co-operative: [their voices start to go distorted] Poppy, I can't feel my face.
Poppy: Information technology's like I'm being paralyzed past its smoothness.
Chaz: Got yous, Pop babies. Soon, Barb is going to take your string, and the world volition be rid of cheesy, pointless pop music, once and for all.
Hickory: Hold it correct there, Chaz.
Chaz: And who are you supposed to be, cowboy pants?
Hickory: My name's Hickory, and I don't much care for smooth jazz.
Chaz: Oh, yes? Well, you've merely never had the Chaz feel.
Hickory: [as Chaz starts playing smooth jazz, he kicks him into the river and pops out grumdrops from his ears] Ooh. Ah. Gumdrops. Soundproof and delicious.
Chaz: [as he's sinks under water] Smooth jazz will exist heard again! Smooth jazz volition never die!
Poppy: [referring to Chaz] Who was that guy?
Hickory: One of the many compensation hunters out there looking for you.
Biggie: That was awful. And so smooth and easy, and awful!
Hickory: I know, big buddy. It's plenty to put you off jazz altogether.
Biggie: Alright, that'south it! We need to get home.
Poppy: Biggie, it'll be okay.
Biggie: End maxim that, and heed to me! You only hear what you want to hear, and it puts usa all in danger. How are you supposed to relieve the world if you lot can't even proceed us safe? You made a pinky promise to me, Queen Poppy. And you broke it.
Biggie: [steps off the raft and uses Mr. Dinkles to jet off downwards the river] What kind of queen breaks a pinky promise?!
Poppy: Biggie. No.
Cooper: [as he's walking in the glittery desert he sees a modest lake] I'm saved!
Cooper: [every bit he starts drinking from the lake, he sees his own reflection in the water] Are you, now? Because concluding I checked, I was a mirage.
Cooper: [the lake disappears and he spits out the glitter sand from his mouth] I'm done for. And on top of that, I never found any Trolls similar me.
Desert Dominicus: [equally Cooper collapses, an alien send appears and takes him] Woh!
Hickory: Something tells me your heart ain't in this mission, Branch.
Co-operative: What do you lot mean? I'thousand hither, aren't I?
Hickory: Yeah, you lot're on a mission, alright, but your heart is with Miss Poppy.
Co-operative: Hey, hold your horses.
Branch: [then realizes that Hickory is half equus caballus] I'1000 sorry, is that offensive?
Hickory: Not equally offensive as yous thinking I can't run across what's right in front end of my eyes.
Hickory: [referring to how Branch feels about Poppy] Did you tell her all the same?
Branch: I tried, but…
Hickory: Well, if you lot did tell her, who knows if she'd fifty-fifty hear you?
Co-operative: What practice you mean by that?
Hickory: Well, let'due south but say but one of you lot is doing the listening in this human relationship, and information technology'due south not her. It's y'all.
Branch: Yeah. I got that. Thanks.
Hickory: [as they see an alien ship appear in a higher place them] What in buttered biscuits?!
Poppy: [after she, Branch and Hickory go to Vibe City] Cooper?! What are you doing here?!
Cooper: Actually, I'm over here.
Poppy: What?
Hickory: Bacon-wrapped hot dogs!
Branch: Okay. Perchance all the jazz hasn't left my brain yet.
Cooper: It turns out I'm actually from Vibe City, but like my twin brother.
Prince D: I'1000 Prince D. What's popping?
Cooper: I got a twin brother!
Poppy: [referring to Cooper's twin brother] How is this possible?
Cooper: Well, it's a very complicated story. When nosotros were both babies, my egg got snatched out of the nest. Mom and dad looked everywhere, but they couldn't observe me, so y'all guys raised me equally one of your own. And and so when I went out to get find other Trolls similar me, my mom and dad finally found me.
Queen Essence: [flashback to when Cooper got sucked into the alien ship] Q, is that him? I recollect our search is finally over.
Male monarch Quincy: Our son is finally dwelling.
Cooper: I gauge it wasn't besides complicated.
Poppy: Wow, Cooper. You look just like your dad.
Male monarch Quincy: Yeah, that must be why he's so practiced looking.
Cooper: Was that a dad joke? Information technology was lame!
Poppy: Well, so that means you're a Funk Troll?
Cooper: You don't have to be just 1 thing. I'k Pop and Funk.
Prince D: Or maybe you're Hip-Hop, like me.
Poppy: Well, Your Majesties, we need your aid to salve all music from Queen Barb. If nosotros combine our music, she'll run across that music unites all Trolls, and that we're all the aforementioned, and that she's i of us!
King Quincy: Poppy, I hateful no boldness, but king to queen, annihilation but that.
Poppy: Why not?
Rex Quincy: Let'south tell them how it was, Prince D.
Prince D: Sick. Long agone, our earth was without song or trip the light fantastic toe. Then the Trolls establish the strings, and life was one large party.
Poppy: Oh, yeah. I've heard this story before.
Prince D: That is, until the Pop Trolls tried to steal our strings.
Poppy: Steal your strings? That not what it said in our scrapbooks.
Prince D: Scrapbooks? Those are cut out, glued and glittered by the winners. Let me tell you lot how it actually went down.
King Quincy: And the Trolls never lived in harmony again.
Poppy: So the Trolls live in isolation because of what Popular did?
Queen Essence: Pop tried to destroy our music.
Co-operative: Just like Barb is trying to exercise.
Poppy: I can brand it correct. History'southward just going to keep repeating itself until we make everyone realize that we're all the same.
Male monarch Quincy: But we are not withal.
Queen Essence: It's why all our strings are unlike. Because they reflect our different music.
King Quincy: Denying our differences is denying the truth of who nosotros are.
Poppy: I hadn't thought of it like that.
Poppy: [as Barb and her Hard Rock Trolls are attacking Frunk Trolls] Nosotros accept to get dorsum down there! In that location's withal hope. We can all the same gear up this.
Co-operative: Poppy, enough. I've listened to y'all, and I've done it your way, and now it's your turn to listen. It's time to get back home.
Poppy: I'm not like you lot. I can't just give up!
Branch: Surrender? I want to protect our friends and family unit.
Poppy: I tin't get home until I've proven myself as a good queen.
Branch: And so that'due south what this is actually all nigh?
Poppy: Why are you so upset?
Co-operative: Because your dad was correct, and Biggie was correct, and Queen Essence was correct. And I've been bankroll you up even when yous ignore them. Merely yous never listen to me.
Poppy: Co-operative, what are you talking about?
Branch: You want to exist a good queen? Skillful queens actually mind. You know what I heard dorsum there? Differences do matter. Like yous and me. We're also unlike to get forth. Just like all the other Trolls.
Poppy: We are really different.
Branch: Then different.
Poppy: Completely out of harmony.
Branch: Completely.
Poppy: I don't even know why we're friends.
Branch: Neither do I. So, why practise I intendance virtually you more than everyone else in the world? Weird, right?
[he turns and walks away]
Branch: [after Reggaeton Trolls and G-Popular Gang capture him] Why does Affront get to decide which music gets to exist saved? All music should be saved.
Tressilo: Alright, okay. I'm listening, Pop Troll.
Poppy: [to Hickory] I was then drastic to exist a good queen that I stopped listening to anyone but myself. Including my best friend. And it's all considering of this stupid string.
[she reveals Popular string to Hickory]
Dickory: Bear witness her who you really are, Hickory!
Poppy: [Dickory reveals Hickory'due south yodeling clothes and starts yodeling] Wait. You lot're the Yodelers?
Dickory: Yes. Ya darn skippy, playa-play.
Poppy: And you were going to requite our string to Barb?
Dickory: Ding, ding. Requite this person a strudel for the correct respond!
Poppy: [referring to Dickory pretending to be Hicory'south horse legs] And you've been in back the whole time?
Dickory: Next subject area, please.
Poppy: Why would you practice this?
Hickory: Then sad. It was the but way to save our beautiful yodeling.
Dickory: Hickory!
Hickory: But trust me, you lot need to become out of here right away.
Barb: [after she capture Poppy and take her Pop string] This is who I've been worried about? This footling pipsqueak?
Poppy: I'll never stop fighting until I make things right! And I'm not a pipsqueak!
Affront: Yes, y'all are. Considering I'm like a whole centimeter taller than you.
Biggie: [referring to Poppy] I shouldn't have left her. She wouldn't accept left me. Never, no matter how scared she was. I've got to become dorsum.
Legsly: We're coming with yous, Biggie. We got to go save our best friend.
Smidge: Simply how? We'll never make information technology past security.
Tiny Diamond: Nosotros'll overpower them with muscles!
Chenille: Or we could overpower them…
Satin, Chenille: With style.
Difficult Rock Troll: [as the Pop Trolls are sneaking into the Difficult Rock Trolls concert] Hey. Stop right in that location.
Biggie: Legsly, I told you lot not to article of clothing your anklet.
Hard Rock Troll: Only Rock Trolls are immune back here.
Biggie: Well, it's funny you should mention that, because we are 18-carat Difficult Rockers.
Mr. Dinkles: [they reveal themselves in undercover hard rock clothes and outset singing in heavy metallic] One, ii, three, four! Rainbows. Unicorns. Everything nice. Yeah! Sugarplums. Fairy dust. Everything nice. Aye! Brush your teeth!
Hard Rock Troll: Cool.
Barb: [as she's locking up Poppy] So, Popcorn, is being my best friend everything y'all could accept ever dreamed of?
Poppy: I am non your all-time friend.
Barb: You don't have to be embarrassed. I get information technology. Being queen can exist kind of lonely.
Barb: There's all this pressure level to be a great queen. And instead of real friends, you lot're simply surrounded by people who only tell you what you lot want to hear. You know, other than
your terrible taste in music, and wearable, and general lifestyle, you and me are the same,
Popsqueak.
Poppy: No, we're not!
Barb: Nosotros're both queens who merely want to unite the world.
Poppy: Yous don't want to unite the world. You desire to destroy it!
Affront: Nuh-uh. No manner. No. I don't know who told y'all that. Music has done nix only dissever us. Now that I have the concluding string, I can brand u.s. all 1 nation of Trolls, under stone.
Barb: [to the Hard Rock Trolls] Requite it upward for your former leaders. Funk, Country, Techno, Classical. And worst of all, Pop.
Barb: [as Branch and the other Pop Trolls show up in the Flowerface Balloon] Well, isn't that puke. Poppy'due south little boyfriend came to crash the concert. Likewise late, Branch.
Co-operative: [later on Barb turns him into a Hard Rock Troll zombie] Who'due south ready to get ripping tattoos everywhere merely our faces in case we still demand office jobs? Rah!
Poppy: Y'all're turning everyone into rock zombies?
Affront: Yep. I tin can't wait to party with yous, Poppy.
Poppy: [after Barb failed to plough her into a rock zombie as she had gumdrops in her ears] I'm not going to let you do this to anyone else! A world where everyone looks the same and sounds the aforementioned? That's not harmony!
Riff: Hey, Barb? Hi. Mayhap Queen Poppy has a point. If we all look the aforementioned, act the same, dress the same, how will anyone know we're cool or something?
Poppy: A good queen listens. Existent harmony takes lots of voices. Dissimilar voices!
[she then smashes Barb's guiter with all the unlike strings]
Barb: [after Poppy destroys the strings on her guitar] My strings. What have you done? Y'all've destroyed music! Give it up, everybody. Thanks to the Queen of Pop, we've all lost our music. History repeats itself. Pop has ruined everything.
Queen Essence: Queen Affront can't accept away something that is inside usa. Because that's where music really comes from.
Male monarch Quincy: [the trolls starts to vocalize melodically] It started with the strings, but at present information technology comes from us.
King Trollex: Aye, it comes from our experiences.
Delta Dawn: Our lives.
Queen Essence: Our civilization.
Trollzart: Cute.
Poppy: Listen to that. Barb tin can't take that away.
Barb: Dad?
Rex Thrash: It's alright, Barbara. Just let everyone be what they want to be. Including you.
Poppy: [afterward all the Trolls have sung together, including Barb, uniting them all] Dad, I should've listened to what you had to say, and not run off like that.
King Peppy: I'one thousand so glad you didn't listen to me. You lot weren't naive about this world. You lot were brave plenty to believe things can alter. Braver than me. I raised Poppy to be strong and self-confident! I was a genius.
Poppy: Well, now that y'all're non forcing me, I hope nosotros tin be friends.
Barb: Yes! Did you hear that, Carol? We accept a girl grouping now!
Carol: A girl grouping? Nice!
Poppy: Branch, I love that nosotros're different.
Branch: And I dearest you lot, Queen Poppy.
Poppy: I dear you too, Branch.
Branch: [they high give each other successfully] Shall nosotros? Yeah!
Poppy: Yes! Now, that'southward a good connexion!
Poppy: In the beginning, we were divided. Our ancestors idea we were merely likewise unlike to go along. It turns out they were wrong. Very, very wrong.
Troll: We're distressing.
Poppy: You accept to exist able to listen to other voices, fifty-fifty when they don't agree with you. They make us stronger, more than creative, more inspired. And so whether your song is sad and heartfelt, loud and defiant, or warm and funky, or even if you're a picayune bit of each, it's all these sounds, and all our differences that make the world a richer place. Because yous tin't harmonize lonely.
Poppy: [as she and Branch hold hands lovingly, suddenly Clampers starts eating her volume] Clampers! Allow's not eat our history.
Clampers Buttonwillow: Distressing, Miss Poppy.
Bridget: [mid-credits lines] Oh, Grissy, I approximate we're late to the political party.
King Gristle: Oh, balls!
Bridget: Grissy!
Bridget: Simply who'due south going to eat my cheese balls, babe?
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