Bro, Team! Bro!/Transcript

The following is a transcript for the episode "Bro, Team! Bro!".
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(At the stadium, a Hug Ball game is going on. There is the Red Team against the Blue Team. The Red Team is a male Classical Troll and a female Rock Troll. The Blue Team is a light purple female Techno Troll and a yellow male Funk Troll. Poppy and Holly are the game’s commentators.)
Poppy: (Through the microphone) Welcome, sports fans, to the play-offs of one of TrollsTopia’s favorite games, Hug Ball! (The yellow male Funk Troll throws the ball into a hoop and arms hug it.)
All: Aw! (The ball goes through the arms and the Blue Team scores.)
Techno Troll #1: Yaaaay!
Funk Troll #1: Woo-hoo-hoo!
Poppy: And by my side with a delightful folksy take on the action is Holly Darlin’!
Holly: Yeeee-haaaaw! We’ve got a barn burner, Poppy! (She hugs Poppy.) Blue Team scored faster than a Grossum playin’ tennis by the railroad tracks!
Poppy: That’s a saying.
Holly: Pft. Does a Puffalo drink soup through a straw?!
Poppy: (giggles) I don’t think it does!
Holly: Oh, look! Red Team’s about to send out their biggest star, Synth. (The camera zooms on Synth wearing a crimson cloak.)
Poppy: Synth is the Troll everyone wants to see due to his very unique set of skills… (Synth jumps onto a mushroom by using a geyser and removes his cloak. He is wearing a black and red cheerleading outfit.)
Both: Cheerleading skills!
Synth: (Moving his red pom poms) Woo-hoo! (The audience cheers for him. A pink female Pop Troll hits a beach ball and lands on Cooper’s head. Branch is with him.)
Cooper: Ha-ha! We could almost touch him!
Branch: I can’t believe we got cheer-side seats!
Synth: (Through the megaphone) If you got spirit, let me hear it!
All: Red Team! Red Team! Yaaaaay! Woo-hoo-hoo!
Holly: See, leadin’ all them Techno raves has made Synth great at workin’ the crowd. And once he gets ‘em goin’, well, grab your hairspray remove the baby, ‘cause the Red Team plays way better! (The female Rock Troll stops in front of the Blue Team.)
Rock Troll #1: Uh…
Synth: Make some noise! (The audience cheers loudly. The female Rock Troll gains confidence and throws the ball into the hoop and the Red Team scores.) Give me an R!
All: R!
Synth: Give me an E!
All: E!
Synth: And a D you got?
All: Red Team! Yaaaaaaay! (The male Classical Troll throws the ball into the hoop and the Red Team scores once more. Later, both teams have 48 points.)
Holly: Only 30 seconds left. But when I know Synth, well, turn off my music and save the front yards for wrasslin’ ‘cause he’s gonna have a special cheer up his sleeve!
Synth: Heeey! When I say “full”, you say “hearts”! Full!
All: Hearts!
Synth: Full!
All: Hearts! (A beach ball is being passed down the crowd again.)
Synth: Full! (Suddenly, the beach ball hits him in the chest.) OH!
Rock Troll #1 and Classical Troll #1: Huh? (The male Funk Troll takes the ball from the male Classical Troll. Synth gets up and gasps. Some of the crowd stops cheering and gasps.)
Poppy: Oof! Looks like a bumpy cheer broke up the Red Team’s mojo, but I’m sure Synth can turn it around! (Synth hyperventilates and we go inside his mind.)
Mind Synth: Argh! Bro, we are blowing it! We got to pull it together! Pull it together! (We go back to the game.)
Synth: Uh… Um… (He picks up his pom poms.) When I say “hull”, you say “farts”! Hull!
All: Farts?
Rock Troll #1: (Hugging the light purple female Techno Troll) Huh? (The yellow male Funk Troll throws the ball into the hoop. We go inside Synth’s mind again.)
Mind Synth: Aah! We made it worse! We gotta cheer the exact right cheer like, now, Bro! Like, now! (We go back to the game again.)
Synth: Uh… Um… Show me spirit! No, wait! Uh… Defense?
Cooper: Which one?!
Branch: Spirit or defense?!
Synth: (Starting to panic) I-I don’t know! Just give me a… just give me a…
Pop Troll #1: Give you what?!
Pop Troll #2: Is it a T?
Country Troll #1: What about an A?!
Classical Troll #1: An F?!
Cooper: Take this J, please! (The crowd starts to shout ideas. The buzzer sounds and the Blue Team wins. Synth sulks on the Hug Ball court. Poppy and Holly go to comfort him.)
Poppy: Sorry, Synth. But Red Team is still in the play-offs. I’m sure you’ll bounce back in tomorrow’s game.
Synth: Nah, nah, Poppy. I won’t. (He gets up and picks up his pom poms.) ‘Cause I… I’m turning in my pom poms. (He drops his pom poms. Closeup of Synth's fins as the pom poms land on the ground. Poppy and Holly gasp.)
Holly: Sugar, no! Don’t give up on cheerleadin’! My woo and gonna hoo unless you say soo. Say so.
Poppy: It isn’t your fault that beach ball hit you.
Synth: Of course it is. It’s cheer 101, yo. Always know the location of the beach- (The beach ball hits him in the chest again.) AAH! Aah! I straight up did it again! (Poppy and Holly help him up.)
Poppy: Synth, you’re being too hard on yourself. And you can’t cheer on others if you aren’t cheering on yourself.
Holly: All you need is a little cheer-minder of how great you are.
Synth: A cheer-minder? Sounds both intriguing and made up. I… How this cheer-minder work exactly? (Soon, Branch is bouncing the ball around the court. Holly blows a whistle.)
Branch: Gah!
Poppy: Let’s just keep it simple. No crowd, no pressure. All you got to do is cheer on Branch as he tries to make a shot.
Synth: Got it. (Branch starts running with the ball. Synth becomes nervous again.)
Mind Synth: Come on, yo! Everyone is counting on us not to mess up, bro! So don’t mess up! Don’t mess up! DON’T MESS UP!
Synth: Don’t mess up! (Branch trips and drops the ball. It rolls behind him, causing him to roll on it. He then falls off and rolls to the basket. The hoop falls on him.)
Branch: OW! (Synth chuckles nervously along with Poppy and Holly. The next morning, Cooper is holding a yo-yo.)
Poppy: Let’s keep it even simpler.
Holly: Cooper is just gonna yo-yo and you encourage him. (Branch is seen carrying a cup of coffee. Holly blows the whistle, causing him to trip and drop his drink.)
Branch: OW! (Cooper starts yo-yoing. Synth starts to panic again.)
Mind Synth: Come on! He’s yo-yoing, bro! We got to say something! Anything!
Synth: Uh… Bro yo-yo! Go! I mean, I mean… Yo-yo, go bro! Uh…
Cooper: Huh?
Synth: Go yo-yo so fomo konomo lobo! (Cooper starts to yo-yo faster.) Toe yo-yo go doe blow fo somo slow froyo gobobo! (Cooper starts to yo-yo out of control.) No! (We show Cooper tangled up in the yo-yo string.)
Cooper: Hm… I found that less encouraging and more baffling. (He laughs as he rolls away.)
Poppy: Wow. OK, we need a cheer scenario that’s so simple, it can’t fail.
Poppy and Holly: Hm? (The Trolls go to a rock near Branch’s bunker.)
Synth: You want me to cheer for… a rock?
Poppy: It doesn’t get any simpler than that. (Branch is seen carrying a bag of groceries to his bunker. Holly blows the whistle, causing him to fall through the open door.)
Branch: WAAAAAAHHH! (Synth takes a deep breath, but becomes nervous once more.)
Synth: Uh… (The rock sets on fire. Poppy and Holly gasp and a bug blows out the flames.)
Poppy: Huh.
Synth: (sighs) Look, Poppy, Holly. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I can’t cheer like this. This bro is a no-go, yo. (He moves his hand like he is a dee-jay.)
Poppy: No, Synth. You can’t give up. Nothing in the world gets a crowd as fired up as you.
Synth: You know, actually, maybe there is one thing. (That night at the Hug Ball game, He is wearing a marching outfit.) Pure spectacle! (Fireworks explode in the air and Flyer Bugs fly throw them. The Red Team gains confidence and we can see they are against the Green Team. A purple female Pop Troll fails to get the ball from the female Rock Troll and she throws the ball into the hoop.)
Poppy: (On the microphone) Ho-ho! Synth is back with a whole new tactic, and he is really working that crowd!
Holly: Workin’ the crowd like…
Poppy: … like a rodeo clown… on a Sunday drive with Grandma?
Holly: I’ll take it! Woo-hoo!
Poppy: Yay! (Synth fires red glitter from cannons.)
Synth: Whoo! (The cannons fire red shirts for the audience.) Yeah! (A red shirt knocks a male Country Troll over. Synth then sings Vibe It Up. As he does, he jumps from red blimp and helps the Red Team like taking the ball from another male Country Troll.)
(Synth)
Come on, vibe it up
Yeah!
Let’s go!
Uh!
Come on, vibe it up
Woo-hoo!
Let’s go!
Come on, vibe it up
Yeah!
Come on, vibe it up
Come on, vibe it up! (He stands on a geyser and the audience cheers for him. The Red Team then scores points.)
Classical Troll #2: Yay!
Rock Troll #1: Yeah! (We go inside Synth’s mind.)
Mind Synth: Ha-ha! Come on, bro! Just focus with two more minutes. And definitely do not think about how bad we messed up last time! (Synth becomes nervous.) Uh… Forget I said that last part. (He hides and closes a curtain. Synth starts to panic and the geysers go out of control.)
Synth: Whoa! (Water hits the Trolls and they stop cheering. The female Rock Troll slips on a puddle and the ball flies to the male Country Troll. He throws it and the Green Team scores. Synth is shocked by what he did. He looks at the soaked Trolls and sadly leaves the court. As he throws his hat on the ground, Poppy and Holly find him.)
Poppy: Wait, Synth! Where are you going?
Synth: I’m giving up, Poppy! I blew it again! It’s a down-right fiasco, yo.
Holly: Now, there you go being hard on yourself. What did Poppy tell you before?
Poppy: You can’t cheer on others if you aren’t cheering on yourself.
Synth: Yeah, yeah, I know. I hear you.
Poppy: Do you hear us, Synth? Listen to what we’re saying.
Holly: You have to cheer for yourself.
Synth: Cheer for… myself? (realizes what that really meant) OOOOHHHH!
Mind Synth: OOOOHHHH! (He sits down and reads a book.) OOOOHHHH! Ha-ha! Now I get it! I should have head on back this whole time! I think we got this now, bro! Go, Synth! Go! Go, Synth! Go! (He creates clones.) Go, Synth! Go! Go, Synth! Go!
Synth: Go, Synth! Go! (He runs back to the court.) If you got spirit, let me hear it! (The crowd cheers loudly.)
All: Red Team! Red Team! Red Team! (The female Rock Troll gains confidence again. The male Country Troll dribbles the ball and the male Classical Troll grabs it and throws it to the female Rock Troll. She then throws the ball into he hoop.)
Rock Troll #1: Yeah! (Synth gets up on the mushroom. He sings a fanfare of a hockey game. The Red Team scores more points.)
All: CHARGE!
Poppy: (laughs) Yeah!
Holly: Woo-hoo! (Synth jumps off the mushroom and dances.)
Synth: Hey! Wooo-hooo! (Synth dances some more.) Make some noise! (The Red Team scored more goals. Soon, both teams are tied.)
Poppy: It all comes down to this. (The male Classical Troll throws the ball and it rolls on the hoop. Synth gasps upon seeing this and knows exactly what to do.)
Synth: Hey! When I say “full”, you say “hearts”! Full!
All: Hearts!
Synth: Full!
All: Hearts!
Synth: Full!
All: Hearts!
Synth: Full!
All: Hearts! (The ball goes through the hoop and the Red Team wins. The female Rock Troll and male Classical Troll cheer and hug each other. Then they hold Synth in the air.)
Rock Troll #1 and Classical Troll #1: Red Team! Red Team!
Holly: He did it! He did it! Synth cheered like… like... a…
Poppy: … like a sweet butter biscuit on No Biscuit Monday! (Holly puts her hands in the air.)
Holly: YEEEEES! (Poppy puts her hands in the air.)
Poppy: YEEEEAAAAH! WOO-HOO! (We go inside Synth’s mind.)
Mind Synth: (Clapping his hands) Ha-ha! Good game, bro. I’m proud of us. (A beach ball hits him.) OH!
Mind Cooper: Heads up! (He rolls in while still tangled up with the yo-yo string.) I do not know how I got here! (He laughs and rolls away.)
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