Poppy and Branch discover that there are but one of six different Troll tribes scattered over six different lands devoted to six different kinds of music: Funk, Country, Techno, Classical, Pop and Rock. A member of hard-rock royalty, Queen Barb, aid...
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The Pop Trolls Are Lost At Sea With Their Damaged Blimp.
Cause Of That, They All Have To Rest On The Damaged Blimp As If It Were A Ramp.
Branch Settled Everyone Down With Their Wet Sleeping Bags.
"Everybody Good? Comfy?" Branch Asked.
"Yeah..." They Reply.
"Good Good" Branch Put Out His Sleeping Bag.
Branch Noticed Poppy Sitting At The Edge Of The Blimp Raft Looking Out Into The Ocean.
Branch Walked Behind Her. "Okay, What's Wrong. And Don't Say Nothing Cause You Always Get Emotional At Times Like This"
Poppy Sighs. "I Honestly Don't Know....It's Like I Feel This Will Be A Success, But At The Same Time....We Could Fail"
Branch Shrugs. "True Yet Eh"
"Eh?" Poppy Stood Up.
"Yeah, Eh" Branch Replied.
"What Do You Mean?" Poppy Asked.
"By Far, Since Our Bergen Town Adventure Last Year, This One Is Too Risky. I Mean We're Not Dealing With Big Creatures Anymore. No, We Are Dealing With Our Own Species. Lot Tougher" Branch Said.
"Yeah..." Poppy Looked Down.
"Mhm, And Lemme Just Say Now, That This Is A Terrible Idea That Will Blow Up In You're Face" Branch Said.
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"I Know, But Maybe Not. I Mean Think About It Branch. Imagine Us Saving All Trollmanity And Bringing Everyone To Harmony. One Community" Poppy Said.
