(Cut to Mount Rageous)

(dance music playing)

Branch: All right, look. Security is really tight. So we're not gonna be able to just walk right in.

Poppy: You know what that means. We're scaling the walls.

Tiny Diamond: We're huh? Doing what? When?

(Cut to the Rage Dome)

Branch: We should plan to make our ascent about 200 meters east of the entrance.

(Cut to the top of the Rage Dome where we see Poppy, Branch, and Tiny climbing with gummy gloves)

Poppy: Good thing I brought extra gummy gloves.

Tiny Diamond: I'm tired. Carry me.

Poppy: You have to walk on your own, Tiny. You have to be a big boy.

Tiny Diamond: But my feet hurt. I don't wanna.

Branch: The quickest way in will be at the roof.

Poppy: [they reach the air ducts] The HVAC system.

Branch: Ooh. I love how you say HVAC. [Tiny reaches the air ducts as well]

Poppy: Thank you.

(They enter the air ducts, where they'll have to bypass the fan blade)

Branch: But we'll have to bypass the fan blade, so that our cupcakes don't get sliced in two.

Tiny Diamond: Ooh! We brought cupcakes?

Poppy: No.

Branch: Not what I meant. It doesn't matter.

(Branch dives to the fan blade and pulls out some cotton candy from his hair. He throws it at the fan blades in order to make them stuck to the cotton candy. The fan blades are stuck, and Poppy and Tiny dive in)

Poppy: Woo-hoo!

Branch: After that, we need to cut the power, so we can move freely through the interior air ducts.

(Poppy wears a welder's mask and is holding a torch, cutting out the wires)

Branch: How do you know which wires to cut?

Poppy: I don't. I'm just blasting everything until something turns off.

(And the lights turn off, even in the bathroom)

Lone Pooper: Hello?

Branch: From there, we'll have to do some exploring, but we'll find Floyd in one of those rooms.

Poppy: Look. There he is.

(Then there's Floyd, still stuck in the perfume bottle)

Poppy: Come on. [she pulls out a sticky hand and they climb down to one of the vanity tables from the twins' dressing room]

Branch: Floyd.

Floyd: [notices Branch] Branch? Is it really you?

Branch: Yeah. It's really me.

Floyd: [chuckles] Wow. You've really grown into that vest. You're a man now.

Beanch: [hugs against the diamond perfume bottle] Oh! Finally, somebody gets me.

(Branch and Floyd hug, despite that he's still trapped in the perfume bottle)

Floyd: But you need to leave. Right now.

Poppy: No, Floyd. It's okay. We're here to rescue you.

Floyd: No. This is a trap. Velvet and Veneer, they-they lured you here. You gotta leave before they come back. Hurry!

Branch: No. I'm not leaving here without you.

Floyd: Branch, please. Do it for me.

(They hear Velvet's voice)

Velvet: We're so close.

(The twins, now in their performance costumes, arrive with Rhonda in their hands)

Velvet: I told you BroZone would show up. My letter worked. I'm a genius.

Veneer: Are you sure you're sure about this?

(The three remaining Trolls climb back up by using a sticky hand and hid in the air vents for protection. Velvet cocked her head, listening. Did she hear something? Or...)

Rhonda: [grunts]

(The three surviving Trolls head back to the air vents. Then Branch sees his brothers all trapped in the twins' costumes—Clay on Velvet's; JD and Spruce on Veneer's)

Branch: Oh, no.

Rhonda: [grunts]

Veneer: Oh! Ow! It's biting me. Put it in the closet. Put it in the closet!

(Velvet throws Rhonda into the closet where Crimp is trapped)

Crimp: Hello.

(Velvet puts Floyd on one of her shoulder pads)

John Dory: [he and his brothers are relieved to see Floyd] Floyd!

Floyd: Brothers.

John Dory: It's so good to see you. We would have been here sooner, but these guys wouldn't stop yelling at each other.

Floyd: Guys, please.

Clay: John Dory, you're the one who parked in the spot marked "Reserved for BroZone." Didn't that seem a little sus to you?

John Dory: Oh, so it's my fault? [he and Spruce argue]

Veneer: Oh, look. They're even cute when they fight. [taps the diamonds on his shoulder pad, JD and Spruce are tortured by this] Boop, boop, boop. Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop.

John Dory: Hey. Stop.

Floyd: What are you doing? Come on, man. You're better than this.

Veneer: Well, thank you.

Velvet: I really don't see why you're so upset. At least we're putting your talent to good use. I mean, you're welcome.

John Dory: What? You're sick.

Veneer: You mispronounced, "Thanks for not letting our talents go to waste anymore, Velvet and Veneer."

Velvet: Come on. They're waiting for us on the red carpet.

Veneer: Ooh!

Velvet: Let's go autograph some butts.

Veneer: Oh, that's fun. I'll grab my butt marker.

(The twins leave, and the three remaining Trolls head to the closet where Rhonda is trapped, but Crimp is nowhere to be seen. Rhonda spits Crimp out)

Crimp: [grunts]

Rhonda: [purrs]

Poppy: Oh, it looks like you need a hug.

Crimp: [sobbing]

(Crimp pulls Poppy in for a hug)

Tiny Diamond: [takes out his pacifier] Okay, now, whose sibling is this now? [sucking]

(Cut to Hole 'N Fun, where the Putt-Putt Trolls trapped Bridget and Gristle and are dragged to the clown head's mouth)

Putt-Putt Trolls: [all chanting] Bergens! Bergens! Bergens! Bergens! Bergens!

King Gristle: Bridgey, loving you is the best thing that ever happened to me.

Bridget: Um, would it be weird if we made out?

King Gristle: Babe, it would be weird if we didn't.

Both: [kissing]

(The Putt-Putt Trolls see the two Bergens making out, and they seem to be touched by this romantic moment. They're almost close to the clown head's mouth)

Both: [scream]

Viva: Wait!

(The clown head's mouth stops moving)

Both: [gasp]

(The Putt-Putt Trolls are surprised that the clown head's mouth stopped moving. It was Viva who stopped it. Then she jumps to Bridget and Gristle and shows them Poppy's scrapbook. She opens a page of her sister and Bridget, recognizes Bridget, and shows it to her)

Viva: Is this you?

Bridget: Hey. That's me and my best friend.

Viva: [sighs] Yeah. Poppy. She—She's my sister.

Bridget: You're Poppy's sister? [gasps] That makes us best friends too.

Viva: Yeah. She told me about your wedding. [chuckles] Congratulations.

Bridget: Thanks, girl.

Viva: [sighs] I think I made a huge mistake.

King Gristle: It's fine. We're not gonna press charges.

Bridget: I don't think that's what she means.

Viva: Yeah, no. That's not what I'm talking about. [pulls out a pair of scissors and is about to cut the sticky hand] So, you're really not gonna eat us?

Bridget: No. But I understand the fear. If you want, I can open my mouth and you can take tiny steps toward it, letting yourself feel and breathe your way through the anxiety. It's called systematic desensitization. [exhaling deeply]

Viva: Or I let you go, and you promise not to eat us.

Bridget: Oh, that's fine too.

(Viva cuts the sticky hands with her scissors)