Bat-Troll: The Series, Season 3

The Frenemy

A bright light shines on Archer. We reveal that it is from the bug. Poppy and her friends are ready ask questions to Archer.

Poppy: The jig is up, Archer. We know you're not a Troll, and... we know you've been spying on us. What we need to know now... is why.

Archer remains silent.

Poppy: Hm. The silent treatment, eh? Fine. We have ways of making you talk...

She takes out cards.

Poppy: ... called Icebreaker Questions!

She and her friends cheer, sit down, and move closer to Archer.

Poppy: Biggie, if you could travel the world with three people, who would it be?

Her friends murmur.

Biggie: Mr. Dinkles, uh... Mr. Dinkles... Uh... and Mr. Dinkles.

Poppy: Satin, what's your worst habit?

Satin: Well, I lose my toothbrush a lot, so I use Chenille's.

Chenille yells while the other Trolls laugh.

Poppy: OK, Archer, name five things you'd take with you on a desert island.

Archer remains silent again.

Poppy: It's OK. You're among friends.

She and her friends move closer to him.

Archer: Well, gee, if you really mean that, I guess I'd say...

He lets out a huge burp. The Snack Pack screams while he laughs.

Archer: Oh... Oh, you Trolls! (laughs) You should see the looks on your faces!

He makes a funny faces and laughs again.

Archer: Oh, seriously, you need to see this. Does anybody have a camera?

Biggie: Ooh, I do.

Poppy: No, Biggie, don't.

Archer takes Biggie's camera.

Archer: (laughs) You actually gave me one! Bravo, Trolls! Bravo!

Smidge growls angrily.

Archer: Oh, man, all my friends are gonna have a field day with this place. Whoo.

He takes a picture of Poppy trying to calm Smidge down.

Poppy: Friends? What friends?

Archer: Oh, no. Are the widdle Twolls confused? Fine, I'll explain. I was spying on you because I'm a scout.

Poppy: A scout? For who?

She turns to Guy Diamond.

Poppy: We'll want his statement on record. Scrapbook this down.

Guy Diamond takes out yellow paper and starts scrapbooking.

Archer: First of all, you're right. We're not Trolls. In fact, we're distant cousins of the Bergens. Some call us invaders. Some call us marauders. But we prefer the name the Party Crashers!

All: Whoo! Whoo!

Archer: We roam far and wide, only caring about one thing, where we're gonna thrown down next. We rage out long and hard until we've drained the land of its party resources, and then we move on to the next bash. See? Real fun happens when you don't care about the consequences.

Poppy: So you just show up out of nowhere and use up everyone's party supplies?

Biggie: And without RSVP-ing?