It seemed like no time had passed at all by the time that the rebuilding was done.
All the villages that had been destroyed during Barb's world tour – their structures, their decorations, their memorials and mementos – had all been successfully restored to their former glory. Only, it was better. Visually, everything had been rebuilt to the colorful manner that it had looked before, but every inhabitant resided within with a new sense of being. Because now, the six musical tribes of Trolls knew that they could live in peace with one another, celebrating their differences instead of living wary of each other.
It was vital that the young came to learn of this notion, and so the Pop Queen had taken it upon herself to educate them, reading from a scrapbook that she had made shortly after the adventure had occurred. It was one that told the history of the Trolls – the true one, that she'd come to learn.
"In the beginning we were divided," Poppy told the little Trollings. "Our ancestors thought we were just too different to get along. Turns out they were wrong. Very, very wrong."
The pictures she was showing them had the Troll ancestors depicted, one of them – the Pop ancestor – had a little speech bubble that read "We're sorry."
"You have to be able to listen to other voices, even when they don't agree with you," Poppy continued with her explanation. "Our differences aren't bad. Our differences are good. Our differences make us stronger. More creative. More inspired…" She paused, showing the Trollings the pages of the scrapbook and admiring how invested they were in the story.
"So," Poppy went on, "whether your song is sad and heartfelt, loud and defiant, or warm and funky, or even if you're a little bit of each… it's all these sounds that make the world a richer place. Because you can't harmonize alone."
Poppy beamed, quite satisfied with her conclusion and grew even happier to see that all the other little Trollings were just as joyful. The Funk, Rock, Classical, Techno, Country, and Pop kids all glanced at each other, all smiles and curiosity.
She sighed, about to close the scrapbook, when the little Trolling who'd been calmly seated upon her lap held the pages open and stared at them with awe.
"Wow!" she asked, and then looked up at Poppy with her large, familiar blue eyes. "Is that really a true story, Mommy?"
Poppy giggled, caressing the girl's cheek and pushing away some strands of rich indigo hair that was falling into her eyes. Before she could give her an answer, another voice responded.
"Yes, it is."
The Trolling whirled around, and beamed a little gap-toothed grin. "Daddy!"
Branch, looking quite regal in his leafy king's crown, bent down and embraced his daughter. He then looked up at Poppy – his queen, and his wife – with a sparkle in his eye that she recognized as one of deep love. She did not resist when he offered his hand to her, and she easily took it, giving it a gentle squeeze. The words she'd just said rang out in her head again: You can't harmonize alone. Well, that wouldn't be a problem. Not when she had the best husband in the whole wide world by her side, and their little youngling. She could swoon about it all day, get lost in those ocean-blue eyes and the sweet sound of her daughter's joyful giggle, though her reverie was broken at a sudden, loud CHOMP!
Poppy yelped, and Branch and their daughter gasped at the sight of Clampers suddenly biting on the scrapbook with her large, gnawing teeth!
"Clampers!" Poppy reprimanded. "Let's not eat our history!"
The Country Trolling peered at her sheepishly, let go of the scrapbook, and grinned up at the Pop Queen apologetically. "Sorry, Miss Poppy."
Just then, Tiny Diamond entered into the pod, groovily riding atop of a toy dump truck. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" he bopped, "I'm done with my nap, and ready to play!" He shot glitter up into the air with flourish, prompting the Trolls to all laugh.
Poppy and Branch's daughter giggled. "Can I go play with him?" she asked her parents.
"Of course!" Poppy answered brightly, while Branch nodded. "In fact, let's all go!"
The Trollings in the pod cheered and quickly hurried out after the Pop King and Queen, to celebrate together in a grand party between all of the Troll Kingdom.
And the music never stopped!
A/N: I'm glad with the way that Trolls World Tour ended, but this scenario came to mind after thinking about the ending scene in Boss Baby (where it had turned out that Tim had been telling his daughter the story all along). Besides, if Broppy had gotten married and had a kiddo that quickly, we wouldn't have seen any proposal or wedding!