Highly Amused/Transcript

The following is a transcript for the episode "Highly Amused".
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(Poppy is hosting a funeral for a glue stick. Some Trolls can be heard crying.)
Poppy: Trolls, we gather to honor the parting of Ms. Glouise, a good friend and an even better gluestick. (Smidge, wearing a funeral dress, walks up to the coffin.)
Smidge: I can’t believe I left the cap off. I’ll never forgive myself. (She cries dramatically and lays her head on the coffin. DJ Suki then comes up.)
DJ Suki: Uh… Poppy, shouldn’t we hurry this up a little? We’ve still gotta get through seven markers and a felt-tip pin.
Branch: (offscreen) Poppy! (He runs out of the bushes.) Poppy, I… Huh? (He sees the funeral.)
Smidge: (Still crying) Oh! Why?!
Branch: Oh. Uh, sorry. (He closes his eyes.) Glitter to glitter, hugs to hugs. Poppy, I need your help. With him. (Dante flies out of the bushes.)
Dante: Branch! There you are! (Branch grunts in annoyance.) Ah! That expression. That’s it! The ire! The exasperation! Revelation gushes from your very pores! (He writes on a piece of paper.)
Poppy: Uh, what’s going on?
Branch: He thinks I’m his muse. (Smidge stops crying and looks up.)
Smidge: Branch? A muse?
Dante: 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. (He raises his baton and some Classical Trolls play dramatic music.) T’was noon. A fortnight ago. I, Dante Crescendo, sat down to compose my next masterpiece. (We go to the past where he is about to write his next masterpiece.)
Past Dante: The first note shall be… (We shift to the night.) The first night shall be… (He lays his head on his piano and cries. We then go to another flashback.)
Dante: But it was all for naught. I had contracted an undeniable case of composer’s block. Until…
Past Dante: Huh? (He sees Branch building a waterslide.) Oh!
Dante: I had never witnessed such intensity. His passion stirred my soul!
Past Branch: Ah…achoo! (Dante laughs while writing on his paper.)
Dante: I found myself instantly inspired! (We go back to the present.) So, you see, Branch is my muse. And I must observe his every move until my masterpiece is complete.
Poppy: Well, that makes sense.
Branch: Makes sense? Come on! I mean, I feel bad you’re struggling, really, but he can’t just follow me around ‘cause… I won’t like that!
Poppy: Not good enough. Dante, Branch would love to be your muse.
Dante: Marvelous! Marvelous! And worry, not Branch. Once I’ve written this piece, I’ll be out of your hair.
Branch: Ugh! (He walks away with a laughing Dante following him.)
Poppy: Would you look at that? Two TrollsTopians being brought together.
Smidge: Actually, Poppy, they’re being glued together. (She starts crying again. At Branch’s bunker, he is talking to Dante.)
Branch: Dante, if you’re gonna do whatever this muse thing is, can you please just do it quietly?
Dante: Of course! (He flies backwards.) I am but a ghost. (Branch sighs in relief. He then struggles to open a jar. Dante flies back in, causing him to drop it.) Marvelous!
Branch: Aah! (Later, he builds a house made of cards.)
Dante: Marvelous! (Branch falls over, knocking his card house down.)
Branch: Ow-how! (Later, he climbs a ladder to look for a book. He turns around and sees Dante.) OH! (He falls over while Dante laughs. Branch then sets up rope traps.) And… there. (Dante laughs, scaring Branch. This causes him to be caught in his own trap.)
Dante: Amazing! (He finally finishes his masterpiece.) There! Branch, that did it!
Branch: Seriously? You’re finished?
Dante: Yes! With the first of 27 movements. (He reveals a longer sheet of paper and Branch grunts with annoyance.)
Branch: OK, new plan! (We cut to him and Dante at a desk.) Get that quill ready, Dante! ‘Cause nothing brings out the ol’ Branch intensity like… (He takes out a box of jars.) … ration inventory!
Dante: Oh-ho-ho! (Branch starts counting his rations.)
Branch: 1, 2…
Dante: Hm… this doesn’t seem to be conjuring anything.
Branch: 4.
Dante: But I’m sure it will come.
Branch: 5… (The camera shifts to him counting so many rations.) 12,803… (He hears Dante snoring. He takes his paper and gives him a pink blanket. At Classical Chrest, He visits Minuet who is playing her violin.) So, Minuet, you’re a talented Classical Troll. Think you could quickly finish this symphony? It’s for a friend.
Minuet: No, I can’t, Branch. As first chair of the Classical Troll Orchestra, I must constantly practice my violin and my bass violin… (Two Classical Trolls place a bass violin on the ground.) … simultaneously. (She plays her violin and bass violin at the same time.)
Branch: (Sighing while taking out another quill and paper) Well, OK. I guess I’ll just write it myself. Hot to begin… Sorry, what’s this thing music always starts with? This crazy straw thing?
Minuet: Ugh! Crazy straw thing?
Branch: I’ll just write crazy straw thing. (He starts writing.) Now, how many keytar solos go in this baby…
Minuet: Keytars?
Branch: And how do I make it clear when I want to use this sound… (He makes a water dropping sound. The sound echoes in Minuet’s mind.)
Minuet: NOOOOOO! You’ll bungle the entire piece! (He takes Branch’s quill and paper.) Just give me the quill. (She floats away.) Ugh! It’s so tasteless! Can’t believe he would do something… (At Branch’s bunker, he places Dante’s sheet and quill in front of him. Then he picks up a cup.)
Branch: Morning! (A shocked Dante wakes up.) Someone had a productive night.
Dante: My symphony? I-it’s complete?! (He scrolls through his sheet.) The evidence suggests I wrote it in my sleep, but… but that’s impossible! (Branch is shocked.) Which just proves that you, O muse, are a miracle worker! (laughs)
Branch: So you don’t need me? You’re done?
Dante: Yes! I can’t wait to share it with TrollsTopia! (He and Branch go outside to see a purple male and blue female Pop Troll.) Come! Come see what Branch hath drawn forth from my soul!
Pop Troll #1: Wow! That’s so cool!
Pop Troll #2: Ooh! (With a smile, Branch sips from his cup. Later, he is working on the waterslide again.)
Branch: OK, Gary, the last nail is always the hardest. (He takes out a hammer.) Just need to concentrate. 1… 2… (Smidge appears behind him.)
Smidge: Oh, my Guh!
Branch: Aah! (He accidentally hits the wood too hard, causing the end of the waterslide to break.)
Smidge: Wow! (She starts writing on a sheet.)
Branch: Smidge?
Smidge: Oh, hey, Branch. Don’t mind me. I’ve just been experimenting with a brownie recipe and I’m hoping you can be my muse, blah, blah, blah. As you were.
Branch: What are you talking about? You know I’m not a muse.
Smidge: 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. (She walks toward Branch. Biggie, Satin, and Chenille are behind him.)
Satin: Branch! We’re struggling with a new look for Mr. Dinkles. Inspiration, go! (Biggie holds out Mr. Dinkles.)
Branch: But I’m not a muse! It’s all a big mis-
Chenille: Yeah, yeah. Save the modesty, man. We’ll just stalk you till something clicks, OK? (She, Satin, and Biggie walk closer to Branch slowly.)
Branch: No! (He runs away. He reaches his bunker and goes down the elevator. Biggie, Smidge, Satin, and Chenille watch him.) Phew. (Guy Diamond pops out.)
Guy Diamond: Branch! (Branch screams and goes down another elevator. He rolls into a room.) Oh! Huh?! (He sees many Trolls with quills and paper.)
All: Inspire us! Inspire us!
Branch: STOOOOOOOOP!!! I’m not a muse, OK! Dante didn’t compose anything in his dream.
Dante: (sad) I… I didn’t?
Branch: No. I just made it look like you did. Minuet wrote the symphony.
Minuet: But I thought it was a favor for his friend! Plus, he wanted to use this… (She makes a water drop sound.) This! (She makes another water drop sound.)
Dante: So, my triumph over composers block, the sudden burst of originality, was a ruse?
Branch: Look, Dante, I-
Dante: No apologies, Branch. I’m glad to finally see what a fool I’ve been. And while it may sound like something a Troll would say just to salvage his dignity, as you can see, I’m great! (He flies away while laughing and begins to cry. Poppy comes up to Branch.)
Branch: (Picking up the sheet) I… I sorta messed this up, didn’t I?
Poppy: Yep. (Branch sighs.) But it’s not too late to make it right. (Outside, Dante lands and goes through the ground. Branch then appears.)
Dante: Branch, what are you doing here?
Branch: I want to apologize, Dante. You came to me for help but all I could think about was how it inconvenienced me. (He holds out a hand.) I’m sorry. (He helps Dante up.) 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. (Dante gasps and sees some roses blooming.)
Dante: Oh!
Branch: On someone’s wedding day. (We reveal that the roses are at a wedding.)
Pop Troll #3: I do.
Dante: Wonderful! (The groom and bride see them and they leave.) Well, that was awkward and remarkable! I think I might be getting something! (He starts writing.)
Branch: Oh, just you wait. (As he shows Dante around, he sings The World As Your Muse.)
(Branch)
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 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 (We cut to the theater where the orchestra is being performed. It soon ends the audience claps.)
Poppy: Well, Dante got his masterpiece. Way to be a friend, Branch.
Branch: Yeah. It feels like all the loose ends of this little adventure have finally been tied together.
Smidge: No, Branch. Glued together. (She cries once again.)
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