Trolls World Tour Part 1: Muggles on the Move

TSA ahead, you're not supposed to look so happy.

Hang on, since when did the Hogwarts Express have lie flats? No wonder tuition is out of control.

Keep filling out those Chore Charts and in a couple of centuries you'll have something to put in there.

Excuse me, Sir, Madam, only customers with a positive bank balance are allowed to be so pleased with themselves.

They don't make them like they used to, kids. Ok, fine, I'll keep an open mind on Neom.

Now Piper, make sure you watch out for those Finance Bros, they're trouble. You'll identify them through their green and blue diamond-quilt cardigans and often find them lurking at the sushi counter. Don't go anywhere near them.

Good news, Ryan's out. Now we won't need two orders of the lamb chops.

There goes another one. Why I guess that means another spare lamb chop? Don't mind if I do.

Massey Old Boys. And Girls. The old part is real even if the degree isn't.

Rallying from the jet lag for... the same cartoons we could have watched at home.

Now that is a tradition worthy of an Empire.

My good Sir and Madam, shall we expect the pleasure of your company at the fox hunt this fine noon hour?

Nope, turns out it's a sugar hunt instead. Willy Wonka High Tea here we come!

Hang on, aren't Oompa Loompas cancelled?

That's no wand, it's a... light pole?

Don't worry, he's probably on strike like all the other actors.

Learn this spell and you too shall... go to Brown after Hogwarts?

Any of the goblets full of a fine red?

Dad, do we get TVs at our seats again?

Cheers to butterbeer. There must be some spell in it that keeps Dad from turning red. Funny that.

Decka decka decka.

Look a former council estate on a land lease in Zone 2. Must be going for at least 2.5 million Sterling.

If you see any bad guys ask yourself, what would Dr. Jones do?

Another bank vault. Was the magic money spell the original crypto?

Don't get fooled, why waste your time with all that shiny stuff when there's the Nasdaq?

The greatest spell of all, the one that makes the kids magically disappear into their beds.

Room serviaticus!

Tally ho! Scamble all fighters to the Imperial War Museum. After a mid-flight refueling of course.

The original bunker buster.

Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed to so few. Lest we forget.

Jolly good my old London chap, always delivers.