The following is a transcript for the episode "Snow Day".
Script
(Poppy explains about Snow Day.)
Poppy: For most of the year in Troll Village, the seasons are warm and sunny. But winter is short. Like, very short. We have to cram an entire season’s worth of good times into just one day… that we call… Snow Day! (The camera shows a timer.) Be ready, Trolls. Soon, the Big Snowflake will drop and Snow Day will officially begin. (The crowd cheers.) And now a word from the village’s only tour guide, Tug Duluth. (Tug comes up on the mushroom.)
Tug: Hello, everyone!
All: Hi, Tug!
Tug: This year, Tug Duluth Adventures is proud to sponsor the annual Frosty Fun Games! On your right, sign-ups are now open. (The Trolls go to sign up for the games.)
Smidge: Out of my way! Got to sign up! Got to sign up! (She signs all the papers with both of her hands.) Got to sign up! Got to sign up! Got to sign up! (Poppy comes over to her.)
Poppy: Uh… Smidge, that’s a lot of events you’re entering. Some might even say an excessive amount.
Smidge: (chuckles) Oh, Poppy, it’s not excessive; it’s simple math. (She accidently writes behind an orange female Troll.)
Troll #1: Hm?
Smidge: (As she writes behind more Trolls) The more Frosty Fun Games I enter, the more chances I have to win a first place. And I have never won a first place. So, you see, my behavior is very logical. (cackles) Logical!
Poppy: Um…
Branch: Poppy, Smidge, I’m taking a survey of popular Snow Day activities. On a scale of 1 to 5, how would you describe building a snowman?
Poppy and Smidge: 10!
Branch: OK, I realize you’re Trolls and you’re very positive, but please be completely honest.
Poppy and Smidge: 12!
Branch: (sighs) Look, this is my first Snow Day, and I need it to be good. You know, since I missed so many in my bunker. So, I’ve boiled my areas of focus down to three key activities: Sledding, snowboarding and ice climbing. Thoughts?
Poppy: Ooh! Good list. But what about… (gasps) … snowball fighting!
Peppy: Did someone say “snowball fighting”? Oh, I hope this means my little girl’s ready for our annual father-daughter snowball fight.
Poppy: Wouldn’t miss it, Dad! (She and her father laugh.)
Peppy: (As he walks away) Love you!
Poppy: (chuckles) Oh, love you!
Branch and Smidge: Aw!
Poppy: (angry) I will destroy him! (Branch and Smidge gasp.) I have never been able to hit my dad with a snowball. Not even once. But what he doesn’t realize is that this year I’ve been preparing. (We go to a flashback to where she practices by hitting targets of her father. Then she takes out some cooling packs.)
Past Poppy: Note: To store extra ammo, place four cooling packs in hair. (She looks at her watch and does pull-ups on the leg of a bug. After that, she takes out a frozen part of her hair.) Ooh. Note: I only need three cooling packs in my hair. (We go back to the present.)
Poppy: He won’t know what hit him. I mean, he’ll know it’s a snowball, but still.
All: 10, 9… (Poppy gasps.)
Smidge: The countdown! It’s starting!
Branch: (Taking out Gary) But I left Gary’s scarf at home! (He presses a button and a catapult sends him flying.) BRB!
All: 5, 4, 3- (Just then, snow falls quickly from the sky. Poppy pops out of it.)
Poppy: (gasps) Huh. Winter came early this year. (More Trolls pop out of the snow and cheer. At Branch’s bunker, he puts a scarf on Gary.)
Branch: All set, Gary. After all those years, I’m so glad we could finally be a part of Snow Day. Let’s go make up for lost time. (He opens his door.) Huh? (Suddenly, snow falls in on him.) Snowed in?! Oh, come on! (Outside, the Trolls are having fun in the snow. A light blue male Glitter Troll jumps while skating on the ice. Peppy appears while whistling a tune. Poppy jumps in, sneaks up on him, and throws a snowball. He dodges every snowball she throws.)
Peppy: My little girl’s all grown up. (He stomps his foot. This causes snowballs to form in the air and he catches them with his hair. He then throws them and Poppy builds an igloo to protect herself. She hears banging on the door.)
Poppy: Huh? (She opens the door and finds a present.) A present? (She opens it and a snowball flies into her face. She grunts as she wipes the snow off her face. Meanwhile, Tug is hosting an ice skating contest. Aspen Heitz is skating first. As he skates, Waltz of the Flowers can be heard.)
Tug: (Through the microphone) The Frosty Fun Games are underway, with Aspen Heitz takes on the ice. (Aspen spins and jumps.) We’re watching, we’re watching. We’re watching. (Aspen does a spiral. Then he spins with his hair.) We’re watching. (Aspen soon poses.) Terrific! We should just carve his name on the first-place medal now.
Smidge: First place… (jabbering) Come on, Smidge. Find an edge. (Ripley Wisp is sharpening her ice skates next to her.) What’s that, Ripley?
Ripley: The sharper the blade, the sharper the skate. (She gives Smidge a rock.) Here! (She skates off.)
Smidge: Wait, what? (She cackles as she sharpens her ice skates quickly. Soon, she is skating beautifully as the crowd cheers for her.)
Tug: Spectacular! (Smidge skates with her hair.)
Smidge: Ta-da! (She jumps and spins.)
Tug: Smidge’s performance is so sharp… she’ll easily finish in… (Smidge’s spinning causes her skate to drill a hole in the ice and she falls into the water.) … last place.
Smidge: OH, MY GUH! (Back at his bunker, Branch is using a fire tool to melt the ice on the door.)
Branch: We are not gonna miss Snow Day, Gary. Not again! Ha! Branch one, snow zero. (The ice cracks and water flows into his bunker.) Whoa! (He screams as he is washed back into his hallway in a crate. Just as it hits his table, the water freezes over. Branch sighs, gets out of the crate, and shivers from the cold. He takes scarf out of the crate.) OK, no problem. (He tries to walk across the ice, but slips.) Small problem. (Back outside, a yellow male Troll and two child Trolls are building a snow castle. Peppy laughs as he is chased by Poppy riding a bug.)
Poppy: I’m gonna get you! (She starts throwing snowballs.) I’m gonna get you! (Her father dodges the snowballs once more.) You can’t run forev- (A snowball is thrown in her face.)
Peppy: Sorry, what was that, sweetie?!
Poppy: I said, you can’t run- (Another snowball is thrown at her.) You can’t- (Another snowball is thrown at her.) You- (A bigger snowball is thrown at her. She yells angrily and speeds up her bug. Peppy soon runs into a dead end.) Dead end, Dad. (Her hair picks up five snowballs.)
Peppy: You’re right. (He kneels down.) I’m done for! If only I’d thought ahead and trained your critter to obey my every command.
Poppy: Yeah, if only! (cackles) Wait, that was a weirdly specific thing to say.
Peppy: Winston, now! (The bug sends Poppy flying into he air and she lands in a pile of snow.) Face it, sweetie, your pops is un-snowball-able! (giggles) I love you, and I’m so proud of you! (He drives away on the bug. Poppy gets out of the snow pile.)
Poppy: I didn’t want it to come to this, Dad, but you leave me no choice. (She starts making a huge snowball. Meanwhile, Tug is hosting a sled racing event with Bloodhound Bugs. Ripley is in the lead.)
Tug: (Over the PA) And on your left, Ripley takes the lead from Smidge in the sled race!
Smidge: Aha! (She takes out a carrot cake on a stick to make her Bloodhound Bug go faster.)
Tug: Diabolical! Smidge uses the carrot-cake-on-a-stick routine! (Her sled goes ahead of Ripley.) No critter can resist that.
Smidge: First place is mine! (A flying bug takes the carrot cake.) Oh, my Guh! (Her Bloodhound Bug goes the opposite direction.)
Tug: As I said, no critter can resist that. (The Bloodhound Bug eats the bug and carrot cake.)
Smidge: Oh, my Guh! (Another creature eats the Bloodhound Bug.) Oh, my Guh! (More creatures swallow her.) Oh, my Guh! Oh, my Guh! Oh, my Guh! (Meanwhile, Branch is putting on winter clothes. Just as he slips, she regains control by holding a basket.)
Branch: I am getting to that elevator. (He releases the basket and skates toward the lever.) Yes. (He misses the lever.) No. No, no! (He hits a bookshelf. He then gets up and grunts. He misses the lever once more.) Whoa! (He screams as he crashes again. A bucket is seen over his head. He crashes several more times.) OK! (Back outside, Poppy is rolling her huge snowball to the top of a snow hill.)
Poppy: Think you’re un-snowball-able, Dad?! Let’s see you dodge the biggest snowball of all time! (cackles) Am I going too far? Nope. Totally justified. (She cackles again. Tug is now hosting the bobsled event.)
Smidge: Last chance to win first place, Smidge. Make it happen! (She exhales and gets an idea.) Huh? (She removes her bow and uses her hair to grab the poles. She goes backwards.)
Tug: Ooh! Smidge is using hair power to boost her start. Truly riveting! (Back in his bunker, Branch is on a snowboard.)
Branch: I will not be denied my Snow Day. (He snowboards past his furniture and reaches the lever.) Ha! (He tries to pull the lever, but it is frozen solid.) Frozen stiff. (He looks up and gets an idea. He then puts up his hood and uses drills to climb the ice.) I’m coming, lost childhood. You will be redeemed! (Poppy and Smidge get serious and yell. Poppy finally reaches the top of the hill.)
Poppy: Finally! You can’t get away now, Dad!
Peppy: Ah. The old giant snowball trick, huh? (Poppy sees him on the hill.) Just as I was expecting. (He touches the snowball with his cane.) Boop. (Poppy yells and tries to run, but ends up in the snowball as it rolls down the hill. Smidge is ready for her boost.)
Smidge: NOW! (She releases the poles and her sled goes flies and starts going down the hill. Just then, the huge snowball hits her.) Oh, my Guh! (Some child Trolls are having fun in the snow. Just then, the snowball appears and they scream and run out of the way. It soon rolls off the edge of a cliff. Poppy and Smidge’s screaming can be heard.)
All: Ooh! (Branch is finally out of his bunker.)
Branch: (chuckles) Ah! Snow! (He throws some snow in the air.) Huh? (He hears Poppy and Smidge screaming and the snowball falling.) Well, that figures. (The snowball lands on him. They all gasp as they get out of the snow pile.)
Smidge: No! I didn’t get my first place!
Branch: And I didn’t get my first Snow Day!
Poppy: It’s not over yet, guys. (She gets up.) We are Trolls, and if we work together, we can still achieve our Snow Day goals. (Suddenly, the clouds clear and the sun comes out, causing the snow to melt Branch, Poppy, and Smidge land on the ground.) Never mind. (Later, Tug is giving out medals. Branch, Poppy, and Smidge sit on a log.)
Tug: First place for hair-skating, Aspen Heitz! (She puts a medal on Aspen.) Cuddle Pup sled races. First place, Ripley! (She puts a medal on Ripley.)
Ripley: Yeah!
Tug: And for the bobsled race, first place goes to… Unmanned Bobsled! (Poppy, Branch, and Smidge grunt while the crowd cheers.)
Poppy: You know, guys, I don’t want to lose my head here, but if I had to grade this Snow Day, I’d give it an A-minus.
Smidge: (gasps) Blasphemy!
Poppy: I’m sorry. That’s how I feel.
Branch: Yeah. And when I think of all the madness I went through… I mean, I sledded down an elevator shaft, I boarded across my floor, I climbed a wall of ice, and I still didn’t get to do one activity on my list.
Poppy: Weren’t those the activities on your list? (Branch takes out his list.)
Branch: Huh? No way! You’re right! I love Snow Day! (He runs away happily.)
Smidge: Well, at least Branch got what he wanted. (A spotlight shines on her.)
Tug: And for first place in the long jump, Smidge! (The crowd cheers.)
Smidge: What?! Why me?!
Tug: When you flew off the ramp in that giant snowball, you shattered every long jump record in the books! (Smidge gets off the log.)
Smidge: I love Snow Day! (As she gets up on the mushroom, the crowd cheers for her.) Smidge! Smidge! Smidge! (She chomps her medal.) Hm? (She laughs and puts another piece on her medal.)
Poppy: (Clapping her hands) Yeah! Whoo!0
Peppy: That’s what I like to see- My little girl smiling.
Poppy: Yeah. I guess this day didn’t turn out bad after all.
Peppy: Uh-huh. Because you learned that our own silly goals can distract us from what’s really important on Snow Day- the people we love.
Poppy: (sighs) No, it’s because of this. (She takes a snowball out of her hair and hits her father.) Blammo!
Peppy: (stammers) What? But how?
Poppy: (Taking out cooling packs) Three cooling packs, Pops! (She laughs and runs around.) Wahoo! (She jumps over her father.) I love Snow Day!
Peppy: That’s my girl.