Anxiety: We need to help Riley prepare. Now's the time we send up every possible thing that can go wrong. We are looking to the future. Every possible mistake she could make. Come on, 17. I'm not seeing anything from you. Riley misses an open goal, Coach writes back her notebook Yes! More like that.

Delta Dawn: Oh no. They're using Riley's imagination against her.

Anxiety: Val and her friends like us now. But if we don't make the team, will they like us tomorrow? Okay, let's go to number three. Bree and Grace's team win and we look stupid. Number 22: Val passes to us and we miss it.

Poppy: (quietly) No... big sister... you're giving her nightmares...

Joy: We can't let her do this to Riley. We have to shut this down.

Anxiety: Love it, 37. Riley hits the puck into her own net.

[Joy heads over to a desk and starts drawing]

Anger: Why are you drawing a hippo?

Joy: I'm not. I'm drawing Riley.

Trollex: Joy, you forgot her ponytail.

Joy: Oh! I love her ponytail. Yes!

Anxiety: Riley scores and everyone hugs her? 81, that is not helping.

Disgust: Riley paints her nails to match her jersey, everybody copies her and she is so cool.

Fear: Riley wears knee pads.

Anger: We bought flowers for the losing team. What? I can't always be the rage guy.

Joy: No, no. I liked it.

Anxiety: Nail polish, knee pads? I'm starting to think you guys don't understand the assignment. What? Um, who sent that projection to Riley?

Ennui: Why would I do that?

Envy: It wasn't me.

Barb: Don't look at me.

Anxiety: What is going on? Who is sending all of this positive–

[She and Barb realizes Joy is in the center and glances annoyingly toward the camera.]

Anxiety: Joy... I know you're in there!

Cooper: (scared and poops the birthday cake)

Anxiety: (looks at him annoyingly)

Cooper: (slowly pulls out the cake, nervous smile) Uh... happy birthday?

Anxiety: The mind police are on their way.

Fear: Well, I think we give it our best shot.

Joy: Don't listen to Anxiety. She's using these horrible projections to change Riley.

Anxiety: Joy, I'm doing this for you. This is all so Riley can be happier.

Joy: If you wanted her to be happy, then you'd stop hurting her! Who's with me? Really? Nothing?

Anxiety: Sorry, Joy.

Joy: Yeah. I see you 87. A cat! Little off topic, but I'll take it. Who else? Come on!

Anxiety: What if Riley is better than Val and then Val hates her?

Joy: Or what if Riley is better than Val and Val respects her? Yeah, there we go!

Anxiety: What if Riley is so bad, she has to give up hockey forever?

Joy: What if Riley does so well that the coach cries? And the Olympics called and she rallies a weary nation to victory!

Disgust: Uh Joy? Reality is also a thing.

Prince D: Let me tell you how it really went down.

♪ Oh, oh ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Get started, uh ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, uh ♪
♪ We started off a team ♪

♪ Party till we fall asleep, even on the street ♪
♪ When we disagreed, we did it on beat ♪
♪ Did it on beat ♪
♪ Respect the unique ♪
♪ Right ♪
♪ Anything less, it was weak ♪
♪ The music of the strings made life complete ♪
♪ Facts ♪

♪ Till that one day that changed everything ♪
♪ The Pop Trolls started snatching up ♪
♪ All of the strings ♪
♪ Oh, no ♪
♪ Putting melodies on top of popular beats ♪
♪ They cut us out of the scene ♪
♪ And then forgot what it really means ♪

♪ Not even publishing? ♪
♪ Should've seen between ♪
♪ All of the scheming, it seems like ♪
♪ The Trolls they stole from were meaningless ♪
♪ Walking around like they were the geniuses ♪
♪ But it's only samples, auto-tune and remixes ♪
♪ No, Lord ♪

♪ I'm a vegan ♪
♪ I don't have no beef with them ♪
♪ No, Lord ♪
♪ Gotta protect my kingdom ♪
♪ But the dream is to sing again ♪
♪ Yes ♪
♪ Being friends, seamless blend ♪
♪ Yes ♪
♪ Harmony ain't hard when the keys within you win ♪

Prince D, Queen Essence, King Quincy, Trollex, Delta Dawn and Trollzart: ♪ At first, it was all love ♪
♪ At first, it was all love ♪
♪ Hands up, superstar love ♪
♪ Stars up ♪
♪ Then you can have it, you can have it all love ♪
♪ And you can get it all you want ♪
♪ But then you took it, took it all love ♪
♪ Took it all ♪
♪ All love ♪
♪ Turn it up louder ♪
♪ Turn the music up, come on ♪
♪ Sing along, get the crowd up ♪
♪ I get the crowd up, come on ♪
♪ But then you took it all love ♪
♪ Took it all love, come on ♪
♪ Then forgot all about us ♪
♪ Oh, but it's all love ♪

♪ I feel you ♪
♪ Sounds good in my ear when I hear it like that ♪
♪ I feel you, I say I look good to the mirror ♪
♪ And it says it right back ♪
♪ Nothing says it like that ♪
♪ I feel you ♪
♪ A little love wouldn't kill you ♪ ♪
A little love wouldn't kill you ♪
♪ You really did me wrong, it was real cruel ♪
♪ It was real cruel ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Had a lot of love and I still do ♪
♪ 'Cause I feel you ♪

♪ Next morning, the elders were on it ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ They saw the warning signs ♪
♪ Couldn't ignore it ♪
♪ Had to figure out how to save the way of life ♪
♪ They had made, so they made a play ♪

♪ The Pop Trolls were coming for it all ♪
♪ All for one and one for all, so the only way we saw ♪
♪ How we saw it ♪
♪ There was one thing left to be done ♪
♪ What? ♪
♪ Each leader grabbed a single string ♪
♪ And said, "Run!" ♪

Anxiety: NO!

Anger: Anxiety's got you all chained to desks, drawing nightmares. But you don't have to take it anymore!

Joy: Pencils down! Projections off!

Mind Worker #1: Yeah!

Mind Worker #2: Enough is enough!

Anxiety: MY PROJECTIONS!

Mind Worker #3: Pillow fight!

[Everyone starts fighting with pillows.]

Mind Worker #4: For Riley!

Anxiety: We need to be prepared! NO!!

Fear: Okay, it's time to go.

Joy: Yeah, I think so.

Anger: Bring it on, coppers!

Joy: Oh no no no.

[They run out of the fort]

Mind Cop: Hey! Get back here!

Joy: Quick, to the Parade of Future Careers. Grab a balloon.

Disgust: Oh! A pastry chef!

Joy: Underpaid.

Fear: Art teacher!

Joy: Under appreciated.

Anger: Oh! ethnomusicologist!

Joy: I don't understand what that is. Oh, Supreme Court Justice!

* Disgust: Yes!

* Fear: I trust her judgement.

* Anger: That's the one!

Mind Cop: Get back here!

[They leap onto the balloon]

Joy: Yes! Now Riley can get some sleep.

Fear: [bawling] I miss the jar!