The following is a transcript for the episode "Art Breaker".
Script
(Poppy, Rhythm, and Blues are at an art gallery at Classical Crest.)
Poppy: Ah, Harmonious Hall is the perfect place for the TrollsTopia art show.
Rhythm: Oh, look. I really like Holly’s: The Troll with the Pearl Earring. (We see Holly’s art picture.) Who Also Has Really Big Hair. (The camera zooms out to show another picture of Holly’s hair.)
Blues: Ooh! And who could forget the Venus de Guy-lo?! (We see that Guy Diamond is part of his own art.)
Guy Diamond: Hi! (Poppy, Rhythm, and Blues gasp.) I figured, why make a statue when I can display the real work of art? (laughs)
Poppy, Rhythm, and Blues: Ooh! (They continue exploring the art museum.)
Poppy: (giggles) every piece just sings to me. Like that one! (We show an art picture of Demo and Laguna.) And that one! And… (We show a picture made by Synth.) Huh? Except for Synth’s painting?
Rhythm and Blues: (Looking closer at the painting) Hm.
Blues: Yeah. I mean, I like it. But it’s just not singing to me.
Synth: Hm. (He looks at a cup.)
Poppy: Aw. Poor Synth.
Synth: Ooh!
Poppy: No. Synth worked really hard on this painting and we owe it to him to connect with it. Maybe we’re just not looking at it right. (She, Rhythm, and Blues walk backwards a little.)
Blues: Uh…
Poppy: Hm… (They try various poses.)
Poppy and Rhythm: Hm…
Blues: OK…
Poppy and Rhythm: Hm…
Blues: I don’t know…
Poppy, Rhythm, and Blues: Hm… Hm…
Poppy: Hm… I think I feel something!
Rhythm: Yeah. That would be the dizziness setting in. (We reveal that Poppy was standing on hair hair upside down.)
Poppy: Whoa, whoa, whoa! (She falls over and bumps into the wall, causing Synth’s painting to fall and break. Poppy gasps in horror.) Oh, no! Synth’s painting!
Rhythm: Poppy, it’s completely busted!
Blues: What are we gonna do?! (Poppy picks up a piece of the broken painting.)
Poppy: Uh… uh… uh… We’re gonna fix it! You two cover for me while I act quickly without thinking things blue! (She runs away with the broken painting.)
Blues: Pretty sure she meant, “without thinking things through.”
Rhythm: Mm-hm. Troll better slow down. (At Poppy’s pod, she looks at the broken painting next to an art board.)
Poppy: Um… (She uses her hair as a paintbrush and paints on her paint board. Then she paints Synth’s face.) Uh… (She takes the new painting, rushes back to the art gallery and through curtains and puts up the painting.)
Rhythm: Poppy, look, I like to be as optimistic as the next Trolls, but there’s no way this is gonna- (Poppy removes the curtains and Rhythm and Blues gasp at the new painting.) It’s amaze-ba-bonkers! It looks the same and yet…
Blues: Yeah! I don’t know what you did, Queen P. But now this painting is singing to me!
Poppy: Really? Do you think Synth will notice? (Synth appears with some Trolls.)
Synth: Yo! How’d I do that, yo?
Poppy: Phew.
Dante: Synth, I had no idea you had such artistic ambition!
Synth: I don’t. I just went all “swippy-swap!” with the brush and… created a masterwork of such power and complexity it’s destined to stand the test of time? That sound right to anyone?
Sky: Sounds right to me. (His assistant guides him to Synth.) Synth, according to my assistant, my vitals are normal. So this elevated reaction I’m having to your piece can only be… emotion. (The Trolls gasp.) I insist you paint something new to hand in my office.
Synth: All right, sure. I could try a swippy-swap something for ya.
Sky: Excellent. And I’ll take one of those as well. (He snaps his fingers and his assistant picks up Guy Diamond and he laughs.)
Rhythm: Now what, Poppy?! Technically, you swippy-swapped that painting!
Poppy: Yeah… But it could work out, right? I mean, who knows? Synth’s next piece might blow Sky away! (At Sky’s office, Synth gets ready to show his painting.)
Synth: You ready, Sky Toront-bro? (He uncovers his painting.) Meh-meh! (Sky isn’t pleased with his painting. Poppy, Rhythm, and Blues are seen watching from the window.)
Poppy: Well, cupcakes. (Sky examines Synth’s painting.)
Sky: Hm.
Synth: Yeah, I know. This painting just ain’t singing like the last one.
Sky: Now, now, Synth, the last thing I want you to think is that I’m disappointed. So for that reason, I’m going to walk away now. (He leaves his office. Synth sighs and sadly walks away. Poppy gets serious and grabs Synth’s painting with her hair. Then she flies to her pod and repaints the painting. She brings it back to Sky’s Funtime Factory.) And I want those confetti reports on my desk by noon. (He and his assistant gasps because he sees Synth’s painting.) By all that is Troll-y… I don’t know how I missed it before. This painting sings even more beautifully than Synth’s first. Why, I’m so stunned, I have half a mind to spit-take this coco. Spit-take this coco. (His assistant takes a sip on the coco and spits it.)
Poppy, Rhythm, and Blues: Yes!
Sky: When word gets out about the newly discovered brilliance of this painting, everyone in TrollsTopia will want a “Synth” on their wall.
Poppy: Everyone? (Meanwhile, Synth and Laguna are walking the beach.)
Synth: Ah, I’m OK being done with painting. Now I have more time to stop and smell the seaweed. (He picks up some seaweed.) Mm. Seaweed smells gross. (He hears some Trolls coming.) Huh? (The Trolls cheer for him.)
Pop Troll #1: Paint me a picture, Synth!
Techno Troll #1: I want one, too! (Poppy, Rhythm, and Blues are seen watching from the bushes.)
Rhythm: Looks like Synth’s got a lotta painting to do.
Blues: Which means you’ve got a lot of repainting to do.
Poppy: (chuckles nervously) Hm… (As she repaints Synth’s paintings, she sings Make It Sing.)
(Poppy)
Imma tune it up
Find the harmony
Make it magical
Let it really sing
With a little love
It’s a masterpiece
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Make it nice
Brush it up, polish it
Not too much, no
Keep it real
Make ‘em feel what you feel
Make it sing
Lemme see all the colors
Start dancing
Dancing
Never seen
Anything quite like it before
Put your heart in your art
Break the rules, take some chances
Chances
I’m lookin’ at it feel the magic
Of the masterpiece
Make it sing make it sing (At Harmonious Hall, Dante is looking at one of Synth’s paintings.)
Dante: Oh! Remarkable! Simply remarkable!
Poppy: (sighs) Done. Every single Troll has a Synth painting they love. Now this can all be over and-
Dante: Synth, seeing all of these masterful works of art you have painted confirms that we Classical Trolls have selected the right Troll for the job.
Synth: What job?
Poppy: What job?!
Dante: We have chosen you paint the greatest canvas of all! The ceiling of Harmonious Hall!
Synth: Oh, snap!
Poppy: Oh, snap!
Dante: We have supplies, paints, and a platform upon which artists have created their art for generations. So?
Synth: Hm…
Poppy: Say no, Synth. Say no.
Synth: Well… you don’t say no to a platform like that, bro! Ha-ha! (He grabs some blue paint, jumps onto a platform, raises it, and starts painting the ceiling.) Swippy-swap, swap-swippy, swippity-swap swap on the swip…
Poppy: Oh… (After a while, Synth has most of the ceiling painted.)
Dante: Hm… this doesn’t appear to be singing just yet. But worry not; Synth will prevail!
Poppy: How can I repaint his work with everyone watching?
Rhythm: I’ve got it! Poppy, how do you feel about mind-wiping lasers that can zap away memories? (She shows a laser gun.)
Poppy: Not great?
Rhythm: Hm. Then I don’t got it.
Poppy: Argh. I need a diversion. (She runs over to Dante.) Gee, it’s a shame there’s nothing to entertain the crowd while we wait for Synth to finish. You know, Dante, I’ll bet the acoustics in here are incredible…
Dante: If you’re intimidating that a musical genius such as myself will simply drop everything he’s doing to conduct just to amuse the masses… then consider you intimations correct, girl! (He goes over to some Classical Trolls and conducts them to play music.)
All: Ooh! (They walk over to the music. Poppy runs over to the paint and starts repainting the ceiling while Synth is looking away. We see that Rhythm and Blues are sending her flying with a banner.)
Rhythm: Why isn’t it singing? She’s painted everything!
Blues: Not everything. She’s still gotta do Synth’s signature. See? (Poppy paints Synth’s face on the ceiling.) There. (The Trolls turn around.)
Dante: Oh? (We show the ceiling painted.)
All: Oh! (They all cheer.)
Dante: ‘Tis a symphony for the eyes! (Synth takes a bow while Poppy sighs in relief.)
Sky: So inspired! Synth, may I climb up this platform with you for a closer look?
Dante: Uh, I’d advise against it. That old platform is far to rickety to hold two Trolls at the same time.
Poppy: Say what now?! (The platform starts to shake. It breaks and Poppy and Synth fall to the floor.)
Synth: Poppy, what were you doing climbing on that platform, yo?
Poppy: Uh… would you believe I went up there to give you a hug?
Synth: Yeah, probably. If you hadn’t said it like that.
Poppy: Oh. Well, it’s a long story, Synth, but the truth is… everything you’ve painted, I’ve been painting over it.
Synth: Wait, what? So, you’ve been rearting my art?
Poppy: Basically, yes. I don’t really understand it, but… for some reason, the combination of your work and my re-doing your work… just made the painting sing. And I didn’t know how to tell you, so… I just kept doing it.
Classical Troll #1: Oh, my.
Classical Troll #2: Quite the scandal.
Classical: What a shock!
Synth: Well, Poppy… if what you say is true… then that means… I am very, very relieved!
Poppy: Huh?
All: Huh?
Synth: It was too much pressure being TrollsTopia’s favorite artist! Every time I got asked to make a painting, I worried I couldn’t do it all on my own. But it turns out, I was actually part of a team the whole time. And I think that’s pretty great, you know?
Poppy: Yeah, Synth, I do know. (She and Synth hug.)
All: Aw! (Sky snaps his fingers at his assistant.)
Sky’s Assistant: Aw!
Dante: You know, now that the ceiling has been taken care of… front the courtyard of this hall could use a new eye-catching masterpiece.
Synth: Ha-ha! Say no more, Dante. Team Poppy and Synth are on it, yo! (He and Poppy high-five.)
Dante: Oh, no, sorry. I wasn’t talking about you. I was talking about him. (The camera shows Guy Diamond in a new pose and he laughs.)