Bridget
Are those golf balls? [The balls turn into putt-putt trolls] Oh, good. They’re just trolls. Look how cute.
King Gristle
[The putt-putt trolls pull out weapons and attack them; they throw them in many ways and pounce on them]
WHAT’S HAPPENING?!?
Bridget
[The two Bergens collapse to the ground by the putt-putt trolls]
Grissy, I didn’t think we’d both find ourselves tied up on this honeymoon.
