The Giver/Transcript

The following is a transcript for the episode "The Giver".
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(The book explains about the Giver.)
Poppy: Years ago, on the night of the Harvest Moon, a mysterious Troll paid our village a visit and delivered gifts to everyone, becoming known only as… the Giver. Every Harvest Moon since has been the same, leaving presents under the veil of night.
All: Yay!
Poppy: Which everyone loves… (She closes the book.) But it drives me completely insane! (The confused crowd chatters.) When you give a gift, you’re supposed to receive a thank-you card. It’s what separates us from the animals. And this Troll is making a mockery of the whole thing. (She throws the book down.) Ugh! (The crowd gasps in surprise.)
Branch: (Whispering to DJ Suki) I think I might missed a step from being in my bunker the last decade. Does she do this every year?
DJ Suki: Pretty much. I just nap through it. Thank goodness, I learned to sleep with my eyes open, right? (She snores with her eyes open and Branch gasps.)
Poppy: Well, listen up, Giver. You may have escaped me in the past, but this year I’ve rigged the entire village with hidden alarms. (Smidge pulls a vine and flower alarms blare.) Which means I will catch you and will get what’s coming to you.
Smidge: (Holding a purple baseball bat) Yeah!
Poppy: (Holding a thank-you card) This! (She opens the card and it plays a party horn sound and music.)
Smidge: Uh, yeah, that. (Poppy puts the card in her hair.)
Poppy: So this is your last chance. Come forward now and take your thank-you like a Troll. (The crowd stays still and Branch laughs.) Something funny, Branch?
Branch: (chuckles) Yes, you.
Poppy: Hm…
Branch: I realize I’m new to all this, but if “the Gifter” wants to remain anonymous, shouldn’t we respect that?
Poppy: It’s “the Giver.” If you’re gonna be a know-it-all, get your facts straight.
Smidge: Uh, Poppy, just did a hair count, and Satin and Chenille are absent.
Poppy: Absent?! On the Harvest Moon? Let’s go, Smidge. We’ve got a new lead suspect.
Smidge: Uh, there’s two of them.
Poppy: We’ve got a new lead of suspects. (At Satin and Chenille’s pod, Satin is sick.)
Satin: (sneezes and sighs) I love being sick. It’s like my body has a whole other side to its personality for me to get to know. Don’t you think? (Chenille is wearing a gas mask and carrying a spray bottle.)
Chenille: Back, vessel of pestilence! (She sprays with the bottle.) Back! (Poppy and Smidge walk to the window of the pod.)
Smidge: You ready to bust these gift-giving punks, Poppy?
Poppy: Locked and loaded. (She sees Branch sitting in a chair and eating a bag of popcorn.) Ugh! Don’t you have better things to do?
Branch: Than watch you make a fool of yourself? (munches) Please, I cleared my whole day.
Smidge: Ignore him. How do we get ‘em to talk?
Poppy: By using the oldest Troll interrogating technique there is-good cop, great cop. (Smidge uses her baseball bat to shine light into Satin and Chenille’s pod.)
Satin: Ah! Ooh, that sunshine feels so good.
Poppy: You know what else is good? (She takes out a cookie.) Cookies. And you can have them if you tell me what I want to know.
Satin: Ooh.
Poppy: Or if you don’t, either way.
Satin: That’s so nice.
Smidge: Oh, yeah?! I’ll give you an entire cake, no strings attached!
Satin: Wow, I feel like I should at least tell you something.
Poppy: Well, I’ll give you a back rub.
Smidge: I’ll write you a haiku.
Poppy: (Banging on the table) I’ll be your best friend!
Satin: OK. OK. I confess. I color my hair! I’m not a natural purple. Neither is Chenille. (The light comes on.)
Chenille: You are dead to me.
Poppy: Hold on. So you’re not the Giver?
Branch: (laughing) Bravo, Poppy. You really broke the case of the purple hair wide open. (He laughs while Poppy growls. (Branch falls down on the rocking chair and red paper rolls up.)
Poppy: (gasps) That looks like the paper the Giver uses. (She turns back to Satin and Chenille.) Explain yourself… ves!
Satin: That paper’s not ours.
Chenille: Yeah, it’s so five years ago. (Smidge looks at the paper while Branch sits back in the rocking chair.) Do you think we’ve been living under a rock? (Smidge licks the paper.)
Smidge: It’s definitely the same-quality pulp, hand-cut edging, and look at the insignia. It comes from Sky Toronto’s Party Shop.
Poppy: Ladies, I really hope Sky doesn’t tell me you’re the Giver, or so help me, I’ll thank you like you’ve never been thanked before. (She walks backwards. At Sky Toronto’s Party Shop, Poppy is waiting to talk to him.)
Sky: It’s crunch time, people. I need 200 piñata ideas on my desk by tomorrow morning. (The workers walk away.) Queen Poppy, I’m honored, yada, yada, but let’s cut to the chase. There are 18 parties, 12 soirees, and at least five shindigs on an average Troll night all supplied by me, Sky Toronto. (He snaps his fingers.) So time is glitter.
Poppy: Do you recognize us?
Sky: Pause.
Worker #1: Mr. Toronto, the new confetti designs for your approval, sir.
Sky: (Throwing some confetti) Pass, hard pass, too cliché. (He stops for a moment.) Ah, that one. That’s the confetti of the now. (The worker leaves.) Yes, I recognize it. Not popular, except with one Troll who picks up about 100 rolls once a year.
Poppy: (gasps) Once a year?!
Worker #2: Hey, S.T. The boys in decorations just cooked up this new color. Thoughts?
Sky: Hm. Not bad. But disco balls aren’t testing well. How about disco… cubes? (The worker gasps and walks backwards.)
Poppy: Let me get this straight. The Troll who gets this paper, you’ve seen him in person?
Sky: Many times. (He sees some workers running from an explosion.) Don’t mind that. Accident in the trick candle division. We try to put it out, but every time we do… (The explosion gets worst. Later, Smidge is getting a cup of water while Poppy is talking to Sky with Harper sitting with him.)
Poppy: Okay. Just give Harper here a physical description.
Sky: Body of a warrior. Earlobes of a poet. Butt that shimmers like the night sky. We done here?
Poppy: (groans) Describe the mystery Troll, not yourself.
Sky: (Taking the picture Harper drew) My mistake. But I’m keeping that. The Troll had dark eyes, shrouded face, and hair the color of mystery. (Harper shows Poppy a picture of the Giver.)
Poppy: (stammers) What is this?! This isn’t helpful.
Sky: I said I saw the Giver, not that it’d be helpful.
Harper: (Taking back the picture she drew) Wait. I’ve seen this Troll. (Later that night, she, Poppy and Smidge go to find the Giver.) I saw the Troll down here this morning… over by the tree roots. (They continue to walk as the fog clears. Poppy gasps to see several gifts ready to be delivered.)
Smidge: Uh…
Poppy: The Giver’s stash. They’ll have to come back here before delivering tonight’ gifts. This is where we make out stand. (As she tries to walk away, she hairs squishing sounds. The camera reveals them standing in mud.)
Smidge: Uh, we’re standing in mud.
Poppy: (Moving away from the mud) This is where we make our stand. (An owl is heard hooting in the background. Poppy and Smidge are hiding in the bushes.) It’s just a matter of time. Eventually our Mystery Troll will have to come back to get the gifts, only to find…
Smidge: (Popping out) Whammo! It’s a stakeout, boy!
Poppy: Oh, yeah! (She and Smidge heat rustling.) That’s the Giver now! (The Troll appears and goes to the gifts.) Gotcha! (She pulls a vine and many flowers appear. They shoot balls and streamers along with a thank-you banner and spiders.)
Spiders: (singing) Thank you!
Poppy: (Running out of her hiding spot) Ha! I thanked you! I thanked you so hard! Yes, yes, yes! (She turns on a flashlight.) Now what do you have to say for yourself?! (The flowers reveal that it was only Cooper.)
Cooper: You’re welcome.
Poppy: Cooper: All these years, it was you? W-why did you- When did you… (She puts her flashlight away.) You know what? Just start from the beginning and tell me everything.
Cooper: Everything? Okay. Darkness. Then I emerge from the womb, wearing this very hat. And then the theme of my 7th birthday party was invisible friends. It was very well attended. And then after years of hard work at graduation, my classmates finally turned to me and said, “You’re not in class.” (chuckles) We laughed. And then some weird Troll told me if I came out here, I’d find some empty boxed for my empty-box collection. And then you trapped me and said, “Tell me everything.” And then I said, “Darkness. I emerge from the womb”-
Poppy: Whoa! Just answer this question. (She takes out the picture Harper drew.) Are you or are you not the Giver?
Branch: That’s the weird Troll that sent me here.
Poppy: The Giver sent you here?
Spider: Special delivery from the Giver. (Smidge opens the present and reveals a letter.)
Smidge: “Dear Poppy, I’m sorry. This was the only way. From, the Giver.”
Poppy: It’s a setup. The Giver wanted us to come here! (She hears the alarms sounding in Troll Village.)
Smidge: Oh, my Guh.
Poppy: Halt! Halt in the name of gratitude! (She runs to the village to hear the Trolls cheering because their gifts were delivered. She then kneels down.) THANK YOU! (The Trolls are celebrating their given gifts while a sad Poppy sits at her pod.) The giver won, Smidge. (She opens her card.) No point in holding on to this anymore. (She rips the card to pieces.)
Smidge: Come on, Poppy, at least you got a present, huh?
Poppy: A horribly wrapped present. Who uses so much tape? (sighs) Chenille was right. This Troll really must live… under a rock! (gasps) Trolly-moley. I know who it is! (She gives her present to Smidge and runs. Then she comes back with her destroyed card.) I really regret doing that. (Smidge runs off with the gift boxes. Meanwhile, the Giver is walking in the darkness. He opens a switch and pulls down his hood. It is revealed that it was actually Branch. He sees Poppy.) Long night, Branch? (He gasps.)
Branch: Uh, I, uh…
Poppy: Funny you’re struggling with your words. I always thought that you had a gift for language.
Branch: Um, yeah, well, I guess not today. Let me give you a bit of advice, by the way. Don’t sneak up on Trolls in the middle of the night. (He tries to leave, but Poppy stops him.)
Poppy: Oh, Branch. Always such a giver. (She takes out her scrapbook supplies.)
Branch: Okay, I admit it. I’m the Giver. Just please don’t scrapbook summarize how I did it.
Poppy: First.
Branch: Okay.
Poppy: (Scrapbooking about what happened earlier today) You followed me to Satin and Chenille’s under the guise of wanting to see me embarrass myself. But really, you were planting evidence. Which led me to Sky Toronto, who, of course, remembered the mysterious Troll who comes in but once a year. (She impersonates Sky.) “I, Sky Toronto, I’m very important.” (She goes back to her normal voice.) So, knowing I’d bring in Harper, you made sure that she noticed you at your hiding place in Misty Meadows. (She impersonates Branch.) “Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.” (She impersonates Harper.) “I’m looking at you.” (She goes back to her normal voice again.) Which lured me away from Troll Village. And to make sure I stayed there… enter Cooper. (She impersonates Cooper.) You got it, weird dude.” (She goes back to her normal voice once more.) I figured out every detail of you plan except one. Why, Branch? Why?
Branch: (sighs) Well, I guess I started ‘cause all those years I lived down here got really lonely. Giving gifts was my way of feeling connected to everyone.
Poppy: Aw, Branch, that-that’s really beautiful. Why in the world would you keep it a secret?
Branch: ‘Cause I don’t want people to know I have feelings.
Smidge: (Appearing from the bushes) So what’s the story, Poppy? Did you thank Branch’s sorry butt? (Poppy takes out her mended card.)
Poppy: Nah. I realized Branch couldn’t be the Giver, Smidge. He isn’t nearly that sweet and sensitive.
Branch: (chuckles) You know me. Heart made of stone.
Poppy: Guess we’ll have to try again next year.
Smidge: Really? And so the dance continues. (She walks backwards into the bushes.)
Poppy and Branch: Thank you. (Poppy gives Branch her card.)
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