Viva Meets Bridget

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In Putt Putt Village, the Putt Putt Trolls were going to kill Bridget and King Gristle Jr. by having the clown head chew them up.

All: Bergens! Bergens! Bergens! Bergens! Bergens!

King Gristle Jr.: Bridgey, loving you is the best thing that ever happened to me.

Bridget: Um, would it be weird if we made out?

King Gristle Jr.: Babe, it would be weird if we didn't.

They started kissing.

Viva: Wait!

Viva pulls up a picture of Bridget in Poppy's book.

Viva: Is this you?

Bridget: Hey. That's me and my best friend.

Viva: (sighs) Yeah. Poppy. She's my sister.

Bridget: You're Poppy's sister? (gasps) That makes us best friends too.

Viva: Yeah. She told me about your wedding. (chuckles) Congratulations.

Bridget: Thanks, girl.

Viva: (sighs) I think I made a huge mistake.

King Gristle Jr.: It's fine. We're not gonna press charges.

Bridget: I don't think that's what she means.

Viva: Yeah, no. That's not what I'm talking about. So, you're really not gonna eat us?

Bridget: No. But I understand the fear. If you want, I can open my mouth and you can take tiny steps toward it, letting yourself feel and breathe your way through the anxiety. It's called systematic desensitization. (exhaling deeply)

Viva: Or I let you go, and you promise not to eat us.

Bridget: Oh, that's fine too.

Viva cuts them loose.

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