"Yo, P!"
Priscilla looked up to find Barb beckoning to her, prompting her to end her short talk with Biggie's group.
"Yes, Barb?"
The Rock Queen glanced back and forth between the screaming crowd and Priscilla, "Do you want to start us off?"
The young Pop Troll's eyes widened in surprise, "You mean sing? I...don't know. I don't even know what we're knowing singing next!"
"Don't worry, kid. You'll know..." Barb patted her shoulder as she shot Priscilla a warm smile. As the Rock Queen turned to walk away, the young Pop Troll's grip on her guitar tightened. Suddenly, her ears perked at the sound of a familiar instrumental and her face now wore an understanding smile.
"Oh..."
("Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting" by Elton John, Taron Egerton, & Kit Connor)
When she encountered the many more Party Crashers preparing for battle, Chenille showed no mercy and began to slice and dice with her two newly acquired machetes. Satin and the others caught up with her, gasping and staring in shock as how much the more calm and collected twin instead of the more daring and hot-tempered one was subject to extreme violence when pushed too far. To think, though, all of this was happening because the Party Crashers' leader cut their hair attaching them together...but when given more context, it was actually understandable.
Outside, Barb and her band got ready for the next performance, this time with Carol starting them off. She played a drum solo of the next song's instrumental that lasted for a few seconds before Sid strummed his guitar. After a few more seconds (almost a minute into the song), Barb got the crowd jumping up and down before a piano's keys were strummed and, much to the surprise of the Pop Trolls, Priscilla starting singing.
[Verse 1: Abby Ryder Fortson]
It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady she don't care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair
Poppy and Branch, DJ and Trollex, Tresillo and Wani, Queen Essence and King Quincy, Riff and Kim-Petit, Delta Dawn and Hickory all used combination attacks against the Party Crashers who came from all sides. Using guns, swords, additional melee weapons, or even their bare hands, everybody from the hero group contributed for their lengthy fight against the villain group.
Leading the Rock Troll crowd to the synchronized jump, Priscilla invited to spin around as they did so, surprising herself and the Pop Trolls some more while impressing Sid, Carol, and especially Barb.
[Chorus: Abby Ryder Fortson]
Oh, don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Oh, Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright, ooh
Adora and Catra punched and roundhouse kicked a group of Party Crashers attacking Prince D and Meadow, who returned the favor by coordinating an attack of their own. As the latter pulled a trio of seeds, she handed a pile of dirt at the former, who looked at her in confusion.
"Throw it at their feet..." Meadow instructed, pointing at a nearby group of Party Crashers, "Now!"
Prince D did what he was told and Meadow threw the seeds at the dirt before pulling a water balloon and hurling it after. The combination caused the seeds to grow into giant plants that sent the Party Crasher group flying into the ceiling. Both glanced at each other with a smug grin and gave each other a high five before rejoining the battle with Adora and Catra.
[Verse 2: Rachel Bloom]
Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight
I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right
I may use a little muscle to get what I need
I may sink a little drink and shout out she's with me
A couple of the sounds that I really like
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike
I'm a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass, oh
Looking like Rock Trolls was one thing. Acting like Rock Trolls was another entirely. The Pop Trolls onstage made little effort to follow the song playing and left most of the work to Priscilla, who (despite having little preparation herself) managed to ease into it.
"King Peppy..." Cooper tilted his head, "Is that Biggie? And Guy Diamond? And Tiny Diamond? And Smidge? And Legsly?"
"And a few more Pop Trolls who somehow escaped captivity?" King Peppy spared a glance at Dickory, who narrowed his eyes right back at him, "Yes. Yes, it is."
"Then...there's gotta be a plan! Right?"
"I sure hope so..."
As Barb took over for Priscilla for the time being, she and her both played their guitars back to back, filling the Queen with pride.
[Chorus: Rachel Bloom]
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright, ooh
"Take it away, Sid!" Barb instructed Sid to take the lead with his guitar solo, sending the audience members (male and female alike) in a swooning frenzy. At the same time, though.
[Guitar Solo]
Poppy and Branch, DJ and Trollex, Tresillo and Wani, Queen Essence and King Quincy, Riff and Kim-Petit, Delta Dawn and Hickory again all performed speed runs while beating the hell out of any unlucky Party Crasher who ran into their line of sight. This time, they were joined by Adora and Catra, whose passion for fighting was alright, alright, alright.
[Chorus]
Oh, don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright, ooh
Barb beckoned Priscilla to join her onstage. A moment's hesitation overwhelmed her before she smiled in delight and jumped up to take her place, much to the shock of the Pop Trolls in the audience and on the stage with her.
[Guitar Solo]
Poppy and Branch used their swords and handguns, DJ and Trollex used only their handguns, Tresillo and Wani used only their blades, Queen Essence and King Quincy used their commandeered rifles, Riff and Kim-Petit used their commandeered handguns, Delta Dawn and Hickory used their shotguns, Adora used her sword, and Catra used her retractable claws built into her gloves.
[Bridge: Rock Trolls]
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!
Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday night's alright!
Ari, Baby Bun, and Gomdori rushed to the aid of Meadow, Marimba, and Tambora and kicked the Party Crashers they were fighting off the railing, causing them to bounce off another and right on top of a recovering Bash. He cursed the day he and his crew were defeated.
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!
Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday night's alright!
Adora and Catra slashed and sliced the Party Crashers attacking Delta Dawn and Hickory just as Poppy and Branch leaped over them and cut two others in half.
"FIGHT!" Barb screamed into her microphone before she and Priscilla led the crowd into the outro.
[Chorus: Rachel Bloom & Abby Ryder Fortson]
Oh, don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright, ooh
. . .
[Outro: Rachel Bloom, Abby Ryder Fortson, & The Rock Trolls]
Saturday! Saturday! Saturday!
Saturday! Saturday! Saturday!
Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday night's alright!
Barb screamed the last of the outro's chorus, getting the crowd pumped up and unintentionally making some of them faint with exhausted excitement.
Saturday! Saturday! Saturday!
Saturday! Saturday! Saturday!
Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday night's alright!
In hers, Priscilla smashed her guitar with all her might, much to the shock of herself and Barb, who shrugged and chuckled as she ruffled her hair and addressed the audience.
"Are we having a good time yet, ladies and gentlemen?!"
The audience's cheers grew louder and louder; cheering, whooping, and whistling all the same.
"We're almost there! One more performance is one more step to completing our World Tour!"
"What does she mean by that?" Harper watched the performance through the binoculars.
"I don't know," Archer shook his head before guessing, "but it's probably her way of saying that her victory is inevitable."
"Uh, guys...?" Dulce tapped Camila's shoulder, prompting the Latin Royal Guard to grab the binoculars from Harper and widen her eyes.
"Oh, crud."
"What's the matter?" Mandy looked up from her position.
"Guys, we have a tail."
Adriana peered through the binoculars herself and cursed, "We have to lower the balloon down..."
"No, wait!" Moxie protested, "If we get any lower, they'll see us!"
"We don't have a choice!" Dulce countered, "Just do it!"
Manning the controls, Aspen and Bliss Marina slowly and carefully lowered Sheila down while Harper and Archer told the younger Trolls to buckle in. Diogo and Gabriel manned the machine guns as they were joined by Camila and Adriana. Moxie and Dulce both took up sniper rifles and cocked them, aiming at both stages while spotting Poppy's group fighting their way to the forefront. Exchanging looks and nods, they opened fire on any ambushing Party Crashers while taking count.
"1..."
"4..."
"7..."
"10..."
"12..."
It was turning into a competition now between them both.
Meanwhile, her curiosity get the best of her, CJ took up a pair of binoculars and peered through them, wondering what the action was onstage. Taking the lead was a muddy red-skinned Rock Troll with a bright red mohawk dressed in a white V-neck jumpsuit. Playing electric bass was a really buff grey-purple Rock Troll with a leather vest and a zebra-patterned headband. A muddy blue-skinned Rock Troll with dull blue hair and a leopard-patterned leotard played the drums while a younger Rock Troll provided back-up with the back-up band.
CJ's eyes narrowed in suspicion as she took a closer look.
Is that...Biggie? And Guy Diamond? And Tiny Diamond? And other Pop Trolls posing as Rock Trolls?
Come to think about it, the younger Rock Troll seemed oddly familiar upon second glance. Her hair color and overall complexion weren't as dull or muted as the others, but then she realized...the younger Rock Troll wasn't a Rock Troll at all. Judging by said hair color, overall complexion, and especially the red glasses resting on her nose bridge, the realization couldn't be any more shocking.
"Priscilla...?"
"INCOMING!" Mandy suddenly screamed and held on to the ledge. The others braced for impact as a group of stray Party Crashers fired a trio of rockets at Sheila, One barely missing it by that much, the second hitting Sheila herself, and the final hitting the basket, causing it to shake uncontrollably and the occupants to roll around.
Not having enough time to hang on, CJ tumbled out and fell down below, eliciting a terrified scream as the others watched in horror.
"CJ!"
