Creek: That is an animal testing lab. Within, 200,000 helpless trolls, all being poked and prodded by sadistic scientists.

Sylvester: Trolls, you say?

Wile: Sylvester.

Creek: I want you to rescue them. But this is a heist for good, so I brought something more friendly for you to wear. Bye.

Lola: Well, there goes our street cred.

Taz: At least it's comfy.

Wile: All right, we need to distract that scientist. Daffy, you're up. Okay. We're gonna need a rope and a hook.

Sylvester: I got this one.

OTHERS: What?

Taz: You're volunteering?

Lola: You've never volunteered for anything.

Sylvester: Sure, I did. Right now. Throw me up there. Giddyap! I'm 99% sure you can make it.

Wile: Okay. Let's do it!

Daffy: Hey there, son.

Scientist: Dad?

Daffy: I know you've got an important job, but I hope you still have time for a catch with your old man. Hey, kiddo. You'll always be my special boy.

Scientist: I've been waiting my entire life for this moment.

Daffy: Okay. Now, go long.

Scientist: Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy! Thank you, Daddy! (laughs)

Sylvester: (groans) 50... What day is it?

Who am I?

Creek: Right. The trolls are locked behind a three-foot-thick steel door. The only way in is through the vents.

Sylvester: I got it. Upsy-daisy. ♪ Over the filters and through the vents ♪

Daffy: I have never seen him so chipper. Has he been meditating?

Sylvester: ♪ To Trolls Land we... ♪ Oh. (whispers) Cat attack.

Person: Oh. Hey, look, it's Professor Creek

Creek: Yes, that's right. It's me. Help has arrived. Just keep your eyes glued to that door.

Wile: Sylvester. Come on, Sylvester. Open up.

Sylvester: Relax. These doors are complicated.

Lola: Are you kidding me?!

Wile: What do you think you're doing?! We're supposed to save them, not eat them!

Sylvester: Well, I'd say they've gone to a better place. (belches, chuckles)

Wile: All right, that's it. Spit them out.

Sylvester: Hey. (yells) Hey!

Daffy: We gonna save you whether you like it or not!

Lola: We're saving you, you hair balls!

Taz: Not that door! The other door!

Creek: Any second.

Wile: It-it's not what it looks like.