Louden: [gasping] Trolls that look like me! Yes! [giggles]

(He sees two creatures with a mouth that looks like a saxophone)

Louden: Oh.

Creatures: [clucking, purring]

Louden: Hello there.

Creatures: [sniffs]

(They start honking musically)

(funky beat playing)

Louden: [grunts, screams]

(music stops)

Louden: [he somehow pulls out a birthday cake, he picks it up] Happy birthday?

***

Jacob: I can make a cortado, a macchiato, latte. We also do drip.

Landon: Oh. It is a nice night, isn't it? Mr. Creeper loves a full moon.

Jacob: Let's get our grub on.

(Angelo looks at Jacob through his binoculars)

Landon: [sighs]

Landon: Food's ready.

Mayor Angelene: [southern accent] Well, I'll bring more kindlin'.

Angelo: Ate, maybe it's just me, but are you getting a weird vibe from Jacob?

Mayor Angelene: [normal voice] What? No. Why? Are you?

Angelo: I just... I don't know. I don't trust him.

Landon: Oh, that's good.

Mayor Angelene: Well, yeah, but you don't trust anybody, Angelo.

(Jacob waves at Angelo through his binoculars, grub squeaking)

Angelo: Hey, I just want us to be safe. And you know what's not safe? Putting too much trust into a complete stranger.

Mayor Angelene: Oh, I see. It's not Jacob you don't trust. It's me. Do you not think. I'm a good queen?

Angelo: Wait, what? I didn't say that.

Mayor Angelene: I thought we were together, Angelo. I'm starting to think you don't even know what that means.

Angelo: We are together. And sometimes that means speaking up if I think you're making a mistake.

(They hear smooth jazz music playing)

Mayor Angelene: Do you hear something?

(Jan rises from the river and plays smooth jazz on the children)

Mayor Angelene: [chuckles] Look at that guy's chest hair. [distorted sigh]

Angelo: Ate, [distorted] I can't feel my face.

Mayor Angelene: It's... it's like. I'm being paralyzed by its [echoes] smoothness.

(smooth jazz music continues)

***

(tiger roars, bubbles fizzing)

(phone ringing)

Mayor Angelene: [distorted] Hello?

Angelo: Hello. It's me. [laughs] Look! Narwhals.

Mayor Angelene: Totally gnar-gnar.

(narwhals whistling)

Landon (in distance): Angelene!

(The sushis are next)

Mayor Angelne: [giggling] Oh.

***

(music stops)

Mayor Angelene: Ah...

Angelo: [he taps on his sister's tongue with a stick] Ate, how'd you like the sushi?

Mayor Angelene: [groaning] Oh.

Jan: Got you, Pop babies.

Landon: [gasps]

Jan: Soon, Grace is gonna have your string, and the world will be rid of cheesy, pointless pop music, once and for all.

Jacob: Hold it right there, Jan.

Jan: And who are you supposed to be, cowboy pants?

(Trolls gasp)

Jacob: My name's Jacob, and I don't much care for smooth jazz.

(Trolls gasp)

Jan: Oh, yeah? Well, you've just never had the Chaz experience. [smooth jazz music playing]

(Then Jacob kicks him off the boat)

(music stops)

Jan: Ooh. Ah. [saxophone honks]

Jacob: [ears pop softly] Gumdrops. Soundproof and delicious.

Jan: Smooth jazz will be heard again! Smooth jazz will never die! [blows note]

Mayor Angelene: Who was that guy?

Jacob: One of the many bounty hunters out there lookin' for you.

Landon: That was awful. So smooth and easy and awful.

Jacob: I know, big buddy. It's enough to put you off jazz altogether.

Landon: All right, that's it! We need to go home.

Mayor Angelene: Landon, it'll be okay.

Landon: Stop saying that, and listen to me. You only hear what you want to hear, and it puts us all in danger. How are you supposed to save the world if you can't even keep us safe? You made a pinky promise to me, Mayor Angelene. And you broke it.

Mr. Creeper: [blabbering rapidly]

(Landon leaves the children)

Landon: What kind of mayor breaks a pinky promise?!

Mayor Angelene: Landon. No.