Poppy opened her book and turned it around for the kids, and the trio, to see. On the page are a few cut-out Trolls. "As you know," Poppy began, "Trolls are magical creatures who love to sing," she pulled a tab closest to the Troll at the top, which moved his arm to his chest and opened his mouth, "and dance," she did the same, which cause the Troll to dance, "and hug," following from before, the Troll hugged a second one. "And sing, and dance, and hug, and dance, and sing, and dance, and hug..." she continued on until her hand couldn't keep up, causing her to inhale deeply, almost falling off her chair.
Poppy flipped the page after recovering. "Anyway..." Donald moved closer to Sora, whispering over Poppy. "Troll sing, dance and...hug?"
"Seems so!" Sora replied enthusiastically. "Maybe that's why she hugged me instead of shaking my hand."
"Could be," Goofy asked.
"The Bergens..." Poppy flipped a page again, this page revealing paper versions of large creatures with crooked teeth and angry expressions, "well, they didn't know how to sing," she pulled a tab again, a zagged music note coming out of the first Bergen's mouth, "dance," she did the same again and one Bergen fell, only to get back up, "or hug." She pulled the final two tabs. The first had the first Bergen give the second a wedgie, while they both turned and the second kicked the first on the behind.
"That looks terrible," Goofy said, sadly.
"It kinda does," Sora agreed.
"They didn't know how to be happy!" Poppy finished, flipping the page again. "So when one Bergen found a Troll, who was, of course, being happy," she pulled another tab that allowed the Troll to greet the Bergen in song, "the Bergen got jealous and...ate the Troll!"
"Ate it?!" Sora, Donald and Goofy cried in the back.
"Yep!" Poppy replied. "Ate it." All the kids gasped. "Why?" Goofy asked. Poppy smiled and flipped the page. "Eating the Troll made him happy." She pulled a tab and stickers popped out of the Bergen. "Happier than he has ever felt. Once he told the others, they wanted to try some too. So they created a cage around the Troll Tree, and then a whole town, and called it 'Bergen Town.'
"Once a year, the Bergens would gather around the tree to eat a Troll. They called it...Trollstice."
"Trollstice?" Sora asked.
"Yep, Trollstice," Poppy replied. "And one very special, and sad, Trollstice was coming to them...The Last Trollstice.
"One eager, young prince, Prince Gristle Jr. woke his dad on this special Trollstice. It was his first ever and he was going to eat a Troll. Me."
The kids, plus Sora, gasped in shock. "Once all of Bergen Town gathered together to see him eat his first Troll. However, the Trolls were replaced with wodden figures with colorful hair."
"Where did the Trolls go?" a completely purple Troll kid asked.
"The Trolls escaped underground through, what is now called, the Escape Tunnels," Poppy explained. "My dad, King Peppy, made sure all the Trolls got through safely. He yelled..."
"'No Troll left behind!'" all the kids shouted with Poppy.
"We made our new home here, and called it Troll Village. And it's here where we can live in perfect harmony..."
"Harmony..." a blue and red Troll kid joined in.
"Harmony," the rest of the kids joined.
"And that's why we hug every hour!" the blue kid from before exclaimed.
"I wish it was every half hour," the purple kid complained, running his finger across the ground.
"Yeah, but that wouldn't leave very much time for singing and dancing now, would it?" Poppy asked.
"Or watching our parents while they sleep," a green kid with blue hair stated slowly. The entire group, except for Poppy, moaned and looked away from the kid.
"No," the kid replied.
"Do the Bergens still want to eat us?" an orange kid asked.
"You bet!" Poppy replied, slamming the book closed. "But they won't! That's why I'm throwing a massive party to celebrate our twentieth anniversary of freedom!"
"Oh no, I do taste delicious!" the purple Troll cried.
"It'll be the biggest, loudest, craziest party ever! And everyone's invited!"
"Everybody?" the green kid from before asked, inside Poppy's hair, with a cowbell on his head.
"Everybody," Poppy replied, taking the cowbell off his head.