BARB: So, Popcorn, is being my best friend everything you could have ever dreamed of?

Poppy: I am not your best friend.

Barb: You don't have to be embarrassed. I get it. Being queen can be kind of lonely. There's all this pressure to be a great queen. And instead of real friends, you're just surrounded by people who just tell you what you want to hear. You know, other than your terrible taste in music and clothing and general lifestyle, you and me are the same, Popsqueak.

Poppy: No, we're not!

Barb: We're both queens who just want to unite the world.

Poppy: You don't want to unite the world. You want to destroy it and take over Riley!

Barb: Nuh-uh. No way. No. I don't know who told you that. Music has done nothing but divide us. Now that I have the final string, I can make us all one nation of Trolls, under rock.

Poppy: What are you gonna do?

Barb: Play the ultimate power chord, and then... (chuckles) You'll see!

[Riley heads to the bathroom and started to grab a few things to die her hair red, some conditioner cherry soda anxd mixing them together.]

Envy: Finally! We're one of them!

Anxiety: What do you think, Sadness?

Sadness: Well I...

Anxiety: Awesome!

Envy: Red is really our color.

Bree: I know, It's so much fun.

Envy: Okay, it's giving jealousy. I'm sorry.

Ennui: They wouldn't know cool if it hit them in the face.

Val: Hey, Michigan. Oh, rockin' the red, huh?

Anxiety: Yes! We are in.

Riley: I hope it's okay. I know I'm not officially a Fire Hawk yet, but I figured since we're on the same team, we should match. Right?

Val: Yeah, yeah, that's fine. Did you um, sleep last night?

Riley: No. How could I? Big game today.

???: You mean the camp scrimmage?

Val: Hey, I told you not to freak her out. You're all good, okay. I see you in your zone. Get ready to scare some goals.

Riley: Yeah, I will.

Anxiety: Val scored two goals in the scrimmage to become a Fire Hawk. You know what's better than two? Three! [pulls out a machine]

Envy: Three. I was just about to say that. We were about to say that at the same time.

Ennui: But how are we gonna score three goals?

Anxiety: The new Riley will handle anything. And I think this is the finishing touch. I'll be right back.

[She heads down, meanwhile]

Biggie: (quietly) Okay, come on.. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Envy, Embarrassment and Ennui: (turns around and sees them) Huh?

Sid: Hey. Stop right there.

BIGGIE: Legsly, I told you not to wear your anklet.

Sid: Only Rock Trolls are allowed back here.

Biggie: Well, it's funny you should mention that, because we are genuine. Hard Rockers.

Mr. Dinkles: (deep voice) One, two, three, four!

♪ Rainbows, unicorns ♪
♪ Everything nice, yeah ♪
♪ Sugarplums, fairy dust ♪
♪ Everything nice, yeah ♪
♪ Brush your teeth. ♪

Sid: Cool. Hurry up.. The show's about to start, man. Queen Barb's about to go onstage.

Smidge: We're screwed.

Envy: (eyes sparkled, looking at Tiny Diamond) I think I'm finally in love...

Trollex: (sees Envy in love) Heh. That's cute.

Ennui: (starts to have a feeling for Trollex)