– Hmm. Nope. Nope.
– (meows) – Aha! Damn. Hmm. What did I do with the last of my troll fat? (screaming gasp) (wind whistling, coughing) – Shut that (cough) door! – Claire, help me. She’s coming to get me! – EDGAR, GET OFF THE DOOR! It’s mahogany! – But… I’m hiding… – BAD! BAD! BAD KITTY! BAD– (pounding on door) – Hi, Claire! – Oh… hi, Fluff Top. – Have you seen Edgar, Claire? – Um… …No. – Well, If you see him, will you tell him… I SAW HIM TAKE IT! hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss… – What did you do? – I stole her secret chocolate stash! Every day, I see her hiding all this chocolate in cabbages. But I’ve never seen her eat any! – Okay, well, I’m making a summoning potion,
but we’re out of troll fat. – Why are you making a summoning potion? – I need to eliminate certain scum from my life… FOREVER! So I’m summoning a demon to do… my… dirty… work. You know, Edgar, stealing is wrong. – Yeah, so is creating demons for murder. – Uh, yeah, I know. (record scratch) – Well, if you’re out of troll fat,
pretty sure troll hair has the same effect. (loud poof) – Congrats, you summoned us. You get one wish. (party favors toot) – No thumbs-up. I didn’t wanna
summon these nerds. I wanted this guy. – Come on, we’re cool. Let us grant you a wish.
– Yeah, cool. – Fine. I wish I could get troll fat. – (creepy laugh) Go get it, then. – I hate those guys. die! – I should work on how I word my wishes, but whatever. I NEED THAT FAT! AAAAAAAAHHH!!! AAAAAAAAHHHH!!! – This beach sucks. – EDGAAAAR! – Oh man! (shouting)
– Huh? (splash) – There it is! Yay! We did it! Good job, us. – he completly does not like you! – Welcome to my island of wonders and wears! Swamp Giant Head Island! I see you opted for the slimy route. Most people take the every-five-minute
ferry service. I like your spirit! – Do you have troll fat? – Why yes, I do. – Great, I’d like 500 grams. Oh, is it in here? (grumbling) (mouth full) My mouth was open. The dirt will cleanse me! – Um… That’s not dirt. I live on a swamp giant’s head.
Swamp Giant Head Island. It’s dandruff. (girl shrieks) – (raspy whisper) I. Want. To. DIE. – Do you want some chocolate to cleanse your palate? – That’s poop. – What?! NOooo, it’s not. It’s a rabbit’s secret chocolate stash! – Rabbits store their own poop to age, ferment,
and eat later, (worms crawl) for the nutrients. – (groaning loudly) Um… Dandruff! You guys don’t have a lot of common sense, huh? – We’d like to pay now. – Woo-hoo! – Stupid clowns and nerds. – I’m sorry I took your poop pellets, Fluff Top. – It’s empty! – I thought they were chocolate. I didn’t know rabbits ate their own dook. – That’s because you guys lack common sense. I’ll never forgive you. – Five… six… We did it! – I feel nauseous. – Is that the fumes? – No, I ate poop. Like– oh daaang. – You have summoned Scaroar. Where is the scum you want eliminated? – Down the hall, second door on the right. – You’re holding someone hostage? – Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!(Breaths in) No. – Scaroar is a clean freak. He cleans bathrooms. – (grumbles) Stubborn soap scum. – I literally told you scum like three times. Common sense. – (vomits) – Oh, come on! (jackhammer rattles)