Chapter 3

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Poppy: Dad...?

Carrying the strange rock in her arms, Poppy searched for her father back at the village.

Riff: Yo...whatcha got there, Poppy? That's legit.

Poppy: Um...

Barb: ...It looks like a packaged Christmas tree.

Poppy: Uh...no, would a Christmas tree be perfectly spherical? I'm not sure what it is, but...it's beautiful.

Barb: How do you know it's safe?

Barb gave Poppy her stink eye making Poppy feel a little awkward.

Barb gave Poppy her stink eye making Poppy feel a little awkward

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Poppy: ...I'm gonna go find my dad.

As Poppy started opening the door to her dad's pod, Barb quickly stopped her getting in front of her.

Barb: I wouldn't go in there if I were you!

Poppy: Why not? I need to ask my dad about-

The pop queen got her answer when she opened the door, she and Barb went blank when they saw their dads jiving to heavy metal. The pod was a total hurricane and there were lasers shooting all over the place.

Thrash: ROCK ON!!!!!!

King Peppy: LET'S BURN THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND!!!!!!

Poppy: 😐

Barb: 😦

Both queens glanced at each other before Poppy slowly shut the door, her blank expression still remained.

Poppy: What did I just walk into?

Barb: ...My dad got to your dad.

Poppy: What was I saying?

Barb: I don't even know anymore...

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Having realized she was alone, Viva stopped running and looked around at her surroundings. She sat under a tree and covered her face in anguish.

Viva: I can't do this...what does a girl have to do to chase her dreams in peace...?

The Putt Putt Queen tossed her cape aside and it landed in the dirt. Meanwhile, the disco trolls were nearby scouring the forest.

Stardust: You've got a lot of nerve, Slick, first you make us practice a routine and then you make us walk 15 miles just to look for a needle in a haystack!

DJ Slick: Look, homies, the routine was perfect, but the group...it wasn't. If we want to get the fame we deserve, we need something unique...something that's going to make the crowd go rad!

Flash: Yeah, we heard this before, bro, you just wanna-

DJ Slick: Yadda, yadda, yadda, that's all I hear from you, dawg! One day, when you realize I'm right, you'll go crawling to mama an-

The 5 disco trolls pushed a few bushes back and saw Viva sobbing under a tree clearly unaware of their presence.

Diva: Whoa...

Blitz: Buzzkill...

For a minute, they were gonna go back to searching, but then the DJ got an idea.

Stardust: Forget it, let's just go back.

DJ Slick: Hold it, dipstick!

Diva: What is it?!

DJ Slick: ...She's perfect.

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