Bad News Bergens/Transcript

The following is a transcript for the episode "Bad News Bergens".
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(In Bergen Town, Poppy, Branch, Smidge, and Biggie are trying to get high-fives from the Bergens.)
Poppy: Hello, sir. How are you today? (The male Bergen ignores her.) Ma’am, do you have a second to-
Bergen #1: No.
Poppy: Oh, oh, sir! Just a moment of your time?
Bergen #2: Forget it.
Poppy: No? Hello, sir. As queen of the Trolls, I’m out with my people trying to bond with the Bergen community. (She and the Snack Pack climb on top of each other.) Can I interest you in a free high-five today?
Bergen #3: Hm.
Biggie: Please, please, please, please. (The Bergen puts on a pair of white gloves, puts his hands in his pockets and leaves.)
Branch: Huh. That seemed intentional.
Poppy: But, sir! With high-fives, you don’t just give something. You get something at the same time! (She does some high-fives with Smidge.)
Poppy and Smidge: Ta-da! (The Bergen walks away.)
Poppy: I don’t get it. Why won’t they just give us a measly high-five?
Smidge: I’d even settle for a high one.
Branch: Poppy, we shouldn’t have to try so hard to make the Bergens be better friends with us. Let’s just go.
King Gristle Jr.: Yeah, you’ve been at this all day. (Poppy and Branch see him sitting with his feet on the table and wearing a bib with an ice cream and sunglasses. He is also eating some ice cream.) I’m worn out just watching you. Besides, Bergens just aren’t high-five kind of people. (Grunting can be heard. He sees two Bergens pretending to play tennis.)
Poppy: There! That’s the kind of camaraderie I’m looking for.
Biggie: That was beautiful.
King Gristle Jr.: OK, but those are Bergenball players.
Poppy: What’s Bergenball?
King Gristle Jr.: Ah, yes, Bergenball, a traditonal Bergen game passed down through generations. (We go to a flashback as he explains about Bergenball.) Teams of four use racquet-looking things to alternate whacking a ball against a wall.
Branch: So… racquet ball?
King Gristle Jr.: No, Bergenball. Pay attention. And every time your opponent misses, you score. (We go back to the present.)
Poppy: (gasps) High-fives!
King Gristle Jr.: Is she okay?
Branch: Oh, that? Nah. She’s just in one of her mental scrapbooks. Give it time. (Poppy creaks and falls over.)
Poppy: (Getting up) We’ve got to play that game! (Soon, she writes down who is playing the game.) And it’s official. We’re a Bergenball team, and it looks like our lucky opponent/new BFF is… Groth’s team! (Groth with his team are practicing for the game.) Up top, fellow Bergenballer. (She puts up her hand.)
Groth: Uh, no. (He puts Poppy’s hand down.)
Poppy: No really. We signed the sheet and everything. So let the camaraderie flow!
Buzby: Ha. These rookies want to be our friends. (He and Biggie laugh.)
Biggie: That was a good one. That was funny. (He continues laughing.)
Branch: Biggie, he’s being mean.
Biggie: Huh? Using laugher… to be mean? (He hugs Mr. Dinkles.) Hold me, Mr. Dinkles!
Mr. Dinkles: Meep. (Groth walks closer to the Trolls.)
Groth: Ha! You don’t get to be one of us by signing up. You earn it by giving us a good game. And… (He chuckles and bounces a ball on his racquet.) I doubt puny Trolls can compete with 1,200 pounds of pure Bergen athleticism.
Poppy: Well, fun fact: Trolls are pretty awesome athletes, too. (She and her friends show the Bergens their sport moves and throw the ball to each other.)
Biggie: Woo-hoo! Games!
Bernice: Ha! I guess it’s… on, then. (Nangus takes the ball from Smidge and she dodges along with Branch. Poppy gets hit by a racquet and a ball hits the wall.)
Biggie: I’ve got it! I’ve got it!
Buzby: Did your mama teach you to be lame, or were you born that way?!
Biggie: Uh… is there a third option? (A ball hits him and Mr. Dinkles.)
Mr. Dinkles: Meep. (The Bergens stop playing the game.)
Groth: Just as I thought. You can’t even handle a half-speed warm-up volley. But feel free to send a postcard from Loserville, Trolls! (He laughs and walks away.)
Branch: Poppy, these guys play to fierce for us. Please, can we just let this go?
Poppy: (determined) No! We joined this league to make friends. And if we got to change the way that we play to do that, so be it. (In Troll Village, she is training her friends.) Team, we’ve got the basics of Bergenball down, but we’re missing one ingredient called… fierce. (She looks at a puddle of mud, picks some with her finger and paints one stripe on both of her cheeks. She growls and Biggie gasps.)
Smidge: Oh!
Poppy: And we have to learn to be fierce if we have any chance of giving them a good game tomorrow. What do you say? (Biggie paints two stripes of mud on his cheeks and meows like a cat. Smidge paints three strips on her cheeks and growls.)
Biggie: (With his hair shaped like cat ears) Meow! We’re the fiercest kitty cats in Troll village. (As Smidge moves around him, he purrs.)
Poppy: Okay… new idea. (She talks to her friends on a rock.) What we need is to trash-talk. You know, throw the Bergens off their game. (She jumps off the rock.) Watch and learn. You’re nothin’s Branch! I eat Trolls like you for breakfast. Blammo! Now you try.
Smidge: Biggie, I usually skip breakfast, but my favorite lunch food is sandwiches. We can split one sometime if you want! Blammo!
Biggie: I accept! Pachow!
Branch: I don’t know about their game, but that’ll throw them off of something. (Poppy sighs. Later, she talks to Biggie and Smidge who are relaxing on rocks.)
Poppy: All right, we’re gonna dig deep to find our inner fierce. So take your time, and try to think of one thing that makes you really mad.
Smidge: Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Poppy: Smidge, you heard me say “mad,” right? (Smidge lies back down.)
Biggie: Um, Poppy, I might have one. I do tend to get a little cross when I forget to make enough muffins for everyone.
Poppy: Okay, good. Now, imagine you did make enough, but the Bergens ate them just to be mean.
Biggie: What?
Poppy: I know! And then they spit them… (She pretends to spit.) On the ground! And stomped on them! And no-one could have any! What would you do?!
Biggie: I’d… I’d… I’d make them SUFFER!!! (He yells angrily.)
Poppy: That’s it! Again! (Biggie yells again.)
Smidge: Oh, my Guh!
Poppy: Angrier! (Branch’s roaring can be heard. A confused Biggie looks at Poppy.)
Branch: What? I got caught up in the moment.
Smidge: No, we liked it. (She paints her face with mud.) Now let’s tear those muffin wreckers apart! (She and Biggie yell as they tackle a dummy.)
Poppy: Now, that’s more like it. Please don’t let us get slaughtered in this game tomorrow. Please don’t let us get slaughtered in this game tomorrow. (The next day, Bergenball is on.)
King Gristle Jr.: (Through the microphone) This game is a slaughter! Whoo! The surprisingly fierce Trolls are shocking the world and running away with this game! (Branch hits Bernice with a ball using his hair.) And it’s Branch with the cool breeze. Oh! And now Smidge goes in for the Bergen blackout. (Smidge uses her hair to cover Groth’s eyes with his cap.)
Biggie: (Running onto Buzby’s racquet) My mama called your mama and told her you have terrible manners! (He jumps off the racquet.)
Buzby: She did? (Biggie throws the ball to Poppy.)
King Gristle Jr.: There goes Poppy. (Poppy uses her hair to hit the ball and it goes right through Nangus’s racquet.) Bam! Makes it look easy. (He blows an air horn.) And that’s halftime. (Poppy and her team take a break.)
Branch: Well, Poppy, I got to say, this wasn’t a total disaster.
Poppy: (Taking a sip of her drink) Wow. I’m overwhelmed. (She cracks her fingers and blows them.) Now, time to warm up that high-fivin’ hand. (She jumps off the bench and walks over to the Bergens.) Groth, my man. Heck of a game out there so far, eh?
Groth: We never should have let you play in the first place.
Bernice: Losing makes me want to throw stuff! (She picks up a chair and throws it. Poppy dodges the breaking chair and a drink cup along with King Gristle Jr.)
Poppy: (gasps) But you said if we gave you a good game, we could join you in some camaraderie! Whoa! (King Gristle Jr. grabs her as soon as a frying pan is being thrown at her. Then he ducks under more thrown things.) Gristle, I don’t get it. We tried so hard to do exactly what they wanted, and they’re not any friendlier.
King Gristle Jr.: Yeah, well, Bergens are terrible sports, so if you want them to not be upset, you should maybe try a different approach. (He dodges a bag.) Whoa! (Bernice yells and throws another chair over the game wall. A cat’s meowing can be heart. King Gristle Jr. puts Poppy on the bench with her friends.)
Poppy: (As she and her friends huddle together) Team, forget everything I said up until now. We got to lose this thing.
Branch: Lose? But we’re destroying them. I’ve never felt so alive. I know, but we played too fierce, and now they hate us.
Branch: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, so just because they have bad attitudes, you want us to change everything we’re doing just so they’ll like us more?
Poppy: Ooh, ooh, ooh, yes, yes! Exactly that. Did everyone hear what Branch just said? (Biggie and Smidge look at each other.)
Smidge: We heard him, but, Poppy, losing on purpose doesn’t feel right.
Biggie: Yeah. But if you think it’s best…
Poppy: I do. I know it is, gang. (She puts her hand out.) Now, let’s hear it on three. (Smidge and Biggie look at each other for a moment. Then they put their hands on Poppy’s. They look at Branch and her reluctantly does what they did.) 1, 2, 3!
All: LOSE! (Soon the game continues. Groth shoots the ball at the wall and Smidge trips.)
Smidge: Oh, no. I accidentally tripped. (Nangus growls at her. The goes through Biggie’s hair.)
Biggie: Don’t know how I missed that. (Bernice laughs as she runs past him.)
Branch: (As the ball shoots past him) Darn. I forgot how my arms and legs work.
Buzby: Oh!  What you got now?! Oh! (He laughs as he walks backwards.)
King Gristle Jr.: And in an unexpected chain of events, the Trolls are blowing this game. (The score for the Bergens change to 20. Branch dodges Buzby as he charges at him. Smidge dodges past Bernice. Nangus hits the ball on Biggie. Poppy gasps in shock.)
Buzby: (As he and his team surround the Trolls) What a Troll!
Bernice: You are terrible at this game!
Branch: Yeah. You’re right. Guess those first 20 points were just beginner’s luck.
Groth: Down low, little lady. (Poppy tries to give him a high-five, but he moves his hand away and blows a raspberry.) Not a chance. (He laughs and walks away. The crowd of Bergens laugh.)
Poppy: (angry) That’s it! Time-out! (On the bench, she talks to her friends.) Team, I’ve made a decision. You know how I said to forget what I said before? Forget that I said that.
Branch and Smidge: Huh?
Biggie: I don’t understand, Poppy. Are we losing on purpose… wrong?
Poppy: Ugh! No. I’m the one doing something wrong, trying to appease these guys. We shouldn’t have to try so hard to make them like us. So what do you say we get out of here?
Smidge: Sure. We could go home. Or we could play. Like, really play. (They go back to the game with their faces painted.)
Biggie: Meow! (The Trolls work together to win the game.)
King Gristle Jr.: And hello? With just moments left on the clock, it looks like the Trolls just woke up from their nap! (The Trolls work together some more. The Bergens fall over in a big pile and Bernice accidentally hits her racquet against Buzby’s face. Poppy runs past Groth and takes a hard hit on the ball with her hair. It hits the wall and it rockets past the Bergens. It goes through the seats and the score for the Trolls’ score changes to 21.) Game over! The Trolls win! (He spins and gets tied up with the microphone wire.) Which, for you Bergens listening, I was totally not rooting for. (He chuckles nervously. Poppy and her friends cheer over their victory.)
Poppy: Yeah!
Biggie: Woo-hoo! (Groth and his friends stomp over to the Trolls and grumbles angrily.)
Poppy: Hey, that was a lot of fun. You guys did great out there.
Groth: Wait, what?
Smidge: Yeah. Awesome time, guys.
Branch: And seriously, that wasn’t easy. You guys could teach us a lot about this game.
Bernice: I don’t get it. I wanted to throw stuff, but suddenly I don’t want to throw stuff. Gah! What is this feeling?!
Groth: We… we… we lost, and yet I-I don’t feel bad about it because… you didn’t make me feel bad about it.
Poppy: So… does this mean we gave you a good game? (She climbs to the top of her friends.)
Biggie: (gaps) It’s happening.
Smidge: Oh, my Guh. (Groth gives the Trolls a high-five so strong that it sends them flying.)
Poppy: I can feel the camaraderie!
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