(whooping, excited shouting)

(Debbie growling)

Queen Grace: Wait. Is that... Debbie?

Dayne: Oh, what?

Jonah: Oh, that's a lot of glitter.

Queen Grace: No! What did they do to you, my hairy little baby?! Come here, come here, come here.

Jonah: Gnarly.

King Fire: What-what-what do you...

Queen Grace: What is this?

Queen Rouge: What, what...

Queen Grace: Pop Trolls? [rips the invitation, clears throat] "Dear Grace, can't wait to meet you. I have tons of great party ideas."

King Fire: I like that.

Queen Grace: "Maybe you and I can even be best friends." Best friends? Is she making fun of me? No one says that. Friendship takes time and years of mutual care and respect. You don't just become best friends. Plus, everyone knows I already have a ton of friends. Like Maria. [to Maria] Right, Maria?

(Though Maria doesn't answer, she was only reading a book)

Queen Grace: Okay, you're busy.. That's fine. Love you, Maria.

(quiet crackling)

Mayor Angelene (over speaker): Trolls just wanna have fun.

(glitter explodes in Queen Grace's face)

Queen Grace: [growls]

Jonah: Gnarly. [back-up alarm beeping]

Queen Grace: Pop music isn't even real music! It's bland! It's repetitive! The lyrics are empty! Worst of all, it crawls into your head like an earworm! [pulls her hair, then jumps off a couch, then...]

(chain saw buzzing)

Queen Grace: [sighs] You know, and you can't get it out... Uh, I'm tired now. [whoops] Hating things takes a lot of energy.

King Fire: Trolls just wanna have fun

Trolls just wanna...

Queen Grace: No. No. Look what their music just did to Dad. Daddy? Come back.

King Fire: [slurping]

Queen Grace: Come back to me, Daddy.

(The chainsaw that Grace used sliced the half of the Rock Troll's hair)

Sid Fret: Nice hair, dude.

Queen Grace: No one does this to my family. And no one makes fun of Queen Grace.

King Fire: [humming]

Queen Grace: Ah! I need that Pop string. And I know who's gonna help me. The most feared bounty hunters in all of Trolldom.

(smooth jazz music playing, bell dings)

Queen Grace: Jan, the Smooth Jazz Troll.

("Mi Gente" playing)

Queen Grace: The Reggaeton Trolls.

("Russian Roulette" playing)

La, la-la-la...

Queen Grace: The K-Pop Gang.

("Hocus Pocus" playing, singer yodeling)

Queen Grace: And... the Yodelers.

(The Bounty Hunters all appear)

Queen Grace: Okay. As you probably know, I'm bringing a tidal wave of rock across this land of ours. And soon there will be nothing but hard rock as far as the ear can hear. Whoever brings me Mayor Angelene gets to keep their very own music in their very own territory. Right over here. [she points to a small dot]

(Trolls murmuring, groaning)

Timothy: I don't know.. It looks pretty tiny.

Queen Grace: You want it or not? All you have to do is get me Mayor Angelene!

K-POP Gang: Oh, okay. Sounds like a pretty good deal.

Wani: Do you validate parking? [they leave]

Queen Grace: Dude, where are the Yodelers?

Jonah: I heard a rumor, uh, that they yodeled so hard, an avalanche fell on 'em.

(Grace raises an eyebrow)

Jonah: Or something.

Queen Grace: Well, I don't pay you to hear.

Jonah: Actually, I'm doing this for college credit.

(Then Grace enters her throne with Angelene's invitation)

Queen Grace: If anyone can find me. Queen Poppy and her string, it's the Yodelers. [she then burns the invitation to a nearby candle]

Just wanna have fun...

(music distorts, stops)