Bat-Troll: The Series, Season 3

Crushin' It

Smidge is doing hard exercises with her friends. She is doing push-ups with her hair.

Smidge: ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! Push it, body boot campers! Push it!

Poppy, Branch, Guy Diamond, Cooper, Biggie, Satin and Chenille are tired from doing all the push-ups.

Smidge: We're almost done... with our warm-up!

She shouts out while her hair moves her up and down while her tired friends groan. They collapse on their mats.

Smidge: Now, take it to the next level with... BATTLE BRAIDS!

She holds two parts of her hair and laughs madly. A tired Poppy tries to use her hair to whip Branch, but he catches it and she sighs.

Branch: Smidge is so intense.

Poppy: (sighs) And this is a recovery day.

Smidge: Hey! Cut the gab and burn the flab, you two!

She takes Poppy's hair from Branch.

Smidge: Talk to the strength of them giving your workout a smack down!

She shouts and gasps because she sees a Troll named Milton Moss whistling to a bird. Romantic piano music plays. Milton kisses the bird that is on his finger.

Smidge: Whoa!

She watches more as Milton plays with the bird.

Poppy: Smidge? Smidge? Smidge?!

Smidge: Wh... Wh... Where am I?

Poppy: Still here, Smidge. At boot camp.

Branch: Yeah, but you blanked out for like 15 minutes.

Smidge: Again? Belugh! It's 'cause of that guy. He's always messing with me!

Poppy: Milton Moss? The critternarian? But he's the gentlest Troll in the village.

Milton goes to his patients.

Milton: Morning, my little patients. Who's ready to heal?

The critters make sounds and he walks past them.

(Milton)

🎵What a magical day it is!🎵

🎵The sun in shining down🎵

🎵What a perfectly special delight it is to live in this friendly town🎵

Smidge: I'm telling you, he messes with me. He makes my palms sweat. Then my heart skips a beat. Then the earth moves. Why I oughta...!

Branch: Uh, Smidge, that doesn't happen 'cause he's missing with you.

Poppy: Yeah. It happens 'cause you have a crush on him.

Her friends giggle.

Smidge: Oh, that makes way more sense, and it explains my uncontrollable urge to hold his hand.

She holds out her hand and holds it back.

Smidge: Soon my pet. Well, I guess there's only one thing to do: Storm over there and tell Milton how I feel, in graphic detail!

She runs across the obstacle course.

Smidge: I wanna feed animals with you, take care of sick... And talk about feelings.

She shouts madly as she goes through the last few obstacles.

Smidge: Hold my hand. I wanna hold your hand! I love you! You're so gentle and kind, I wanna rub your face and rub your cheeks...