(In the emotions' dormitory, everyone is sleeping, then a beeping sound is heard. Joy wakes up, when she hears something. She goes back to sleep. When she hears it again, eveyrone wakes up.)

Sadness: What the heck is that?

(They exit the dormitory and notice the puberty siren on the console is flashing and setting off a beep; suddenly it flashes as an alarm goes off.)

Poppy: Turn that off, Joy!

Fear: People, it's the apocalypse!

Disgust: (To Anger) No! What are you doing?!

Joy: Um... Okay.

(Joy takes out the alarm and uses her protection system to launch it to the back of the mind.)

Joy: Whoo! Problem solved.

Sadness: Joy?

Branch: Joy, look out!

(A wrecking ball break the glass and Mind Workers show up.)

Worker: Okay, let's clear it all out. It's demo day!

Poppy: Demo?! Wait, wait, what's happening?

Anger: What's going on?!

Joy: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Disgust: Who are you people?

Joy: Hey uh, are the one in charge here. Could you do me a favor and stop tearing Headquarters apart?

Worker: No can do. Didn't you hear? Permits just came through.

Joy: Permits? For-for what?

Worker: For expanding the place. You know, for the others.

Joy: What others?

Poppy: (excited when she hears a word "others") Wait, there's new others?

Worker: They're not here yet? Ayayay. Hey Margie, you got that console?

Margie: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Give me a sec.

Joy: Hey, hey! What are you doing?

Margie: Alright, she's all set.

Joy: Set with what?

Mr. Andersen: Come on, Riley, get up! Camp time.

Worker: Lunch break!

Joy: Wa-wa-wait, wait! You can't leave it like this.

Worker: Don't worry. We'll be back.

Mr. Anderson: Come on, we're gonna be late. Let's go.

Joy: Oh no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no!

(The emotions and trolls rush to the console once Riley wakes up.)

Mrs. Andersen: Riley, you aren't packed yet?

(Anger activates the console, but Riley acts twice as angry than normal.)

Riley: Argh! You're always on me! Can't you just lay off for like one second?!

Disgust: Uh, overreact much.

Anger: I barely touched it. Those morons broke the console.

Mrs Andersen: Riley, what's wrong?

Sadness: Oh. Mom looks sad.

(She uses the console next; Riley begins throwing a tantrum.)

Riley: I'm the WORST!

Mrs Andersen: Oh no. Honey...

Sadness: I barely touched it.

Anger: That's what I said.

(Riley sniffs herself.)

Disgust: Let the professional handle this.

(Now Disgust uses the console; more overreacting.)

Riley: I'm too gross to go to camp or anywhere ever again!

Disgust: Oh yeah, this is totally broken.

(Zoom to Mom's mind.)

Mom's Anger: Well, we all knew this day would come.

Mom's Sadness: Remember, we agreed not to make a big deal about this.

Mom's Disgust: But she really does stink.

Mom's Anger: Oh, it's bad.

Mom's Sadness: Remain calm. Stick to the prepared script.

Mrs Andersen: You are not gross, honey. You're just changing. Remember that beautiful butterfly we saw in the park last week?

(In Riley's Headquarters, Joy uses an extending arm to try and use the console.)

Mrs. Andersen: Well, that butterfly began as a caterpillar. And just like that caterpillar, you're about to get your wings.

Poppy: Easy... easy...

(The hand touches the console; Riley still overreacts.)

Mrs. Andersen: But if you have questions...

Riley: My gosh, mom! Just go away! Ugh!

Mom's Anger: Well, that's a preview of the next ten years.

BIGGIE: (screams) Poppy, help! Poppy! Help! I'm being harangued by a monster! (gasps) Someone stop it! (shrieks)

- (wild grunting continues)

Poppy: Gotcha! Ah! It's in my hair!. It's in my hair! - Get it out, get it out, get it out!

Branch: There you go. There you go. Calm down. Who's a good boy?

Legsly: What is that thing?

Cooper: It's creepy.

BOTH: It's scary.

Diamond: (auto-tuned) And nasty.

T.D: Hold me, Daddy.

Poppy: "To Queen Poppy." Oh, don't worry, everyone. It looks like it's just an invitation.

Legsly: Just an invitation.

COOPER: I love invitations.

Joy: What does it say?

Poppy: "Barb, the Queen of Rock, announces her One Nation. Under Rock World Tour. Bring your string to the biggest party he world has ever seen." Queen of Rock?

KING PEPPY: It's nothing! It means nothing at all.. It's just junk mail. You don't need to worry about it. I mean, quit looking at it, everyone. Forget what you saw!

Branch: There you go. There you go. Calm down. Calm down. (quietly). There you go.

Peppy: Okay, I'm calm. I'm calm.

Poppy: Dad, what's going on?

Peppy: Well, I have long feared this day would come. I was hoping to protect you from this, Poppy.

Poppy: Protect me? I'm not a little kid anymore, Dad. I'm the queen now.

Peppy: You're right. The truth is we are not alone in this world. There are other kinds of Trolls and Emotions.

Trolls and Emotions: What?

Poppy: Wow. That's... Dad, that's great. The more Trolls, the more Emotions, the merrier.

Peppy: You don't understand. These other Trolls and Emotions aren't like us. They're different.

Poppy: Different how? Different like Legsly?

Legsly: I love being me.

Poppy: Or Fuzzbert? Or Smidge? Or Skyscraper Troll?

Skyscraper Troll: (in unison) Yeah, different like me?

Peppy: No, it's not that. They're different in ways you can't even imagine. You see, we love music with a hummable hook, with an upbeat melody, with a catchy rhythm that makes you want to snap your fingers, tap your toes and wiggle your butt. That's our music. That's what makes us. Pop Trolls. But these other Trolls, they sing different. They dance different. Why, some of them can't even begin to grasp the concept of Hammer Time.

("U Can't Touch This" playing)

Legsly: You can't touch that!

- ♪ Stop. ♪

- (music and clamoring stop)

Peppy: How about we break down to a smaller group? It's a story as old as time. In the beginning, there was silence.

Ancestor Troll: (singsongy). Boring.

KING PEPPY: Until one day, someone made a sound. Our ancestors were so inspired by the sound, they took six strings. And those six strings had the power to control all music. They could play anything. Techno, funk, classical, country, hard rock and pop. And every kind of music in between. There was something for everyone. It was one big party.

TROLLS: Yay!

KING PEPPY: But little by little, Trolls became intolerant of each other's music. They fought over what kind of music the strings would play. The elders realized there was but one solution.

TROLLS: Blah, blah-blah-blah-blah. Agreed.

KING PEPPY: Each tribe would take a string and go their separate ways. Those six tribes have lived in isolation ever since. Techno, Country, Rock, Classical, Funk, and us, the Pop Trolls.

Poppy: Now Barb's announcement makes sense. She wants to reunite the strings so the Troll World can be one big party again.

Joy: Wait, that's all you heard? One big party?

Poppy: (chuckles) Yeah! It's when all the Trolls lived in harmony. And what's more important than living in harmony?

Branch: Well, I heard fighting. The strings together leads to fighting.

KING PEPPY: Exactly, Branch. That's why we need to keep our string safe. Behold! The pop music string.

Poppy: It's beautiful.

KING PEPPY: And powerful. Which is why we can't let it fall into the wrong hands.

Branch: And we won't.. Not on my watch. What we need is a plan.

Peppy: Don't worry. I've been preparing for this day for years. - We run.

Poppy: Run?

Peppy: And hide.

Branch: On it.

Poppy: But we don't even know what we're running and hiding from.

PEppy: We're hiding from Barb and all the other different Trolls and the Emotions.

POPPY: You're assuming the worst about someone you haven't even met.

Peppy: You're not listening to me.

Poppy: You're not listening to me.

Peppy: I'm your father!

Poppy: And I'm the queen!

Peppy: Uh, father trumps queen. Now, there's no time to debate this. Let's go. Come along, Branch.

Branch: Well, I, um...

Poppy: Joy? Sadness?

Joy: Uhh... (chuckles nervously) I'll just get Riley get ready and uh... (grabs Sadness's hand and walks away)

Poppy: We're all Trolls and Emotions. Differences don't matter.