🤘 Trolls World Tour 🤘

Chapter 39

Tiny Peeks Out Guy's Hair.
"Aye Y'all! What The Flip Is Goin On?!"

Tiny Sees All The Rock Trolls.

"Oh Heeeeeck Naw, It's Them Troll Gangstas. Ion Play With Dat-"
Tiny Said.

Guy Picked Tiny Up.
"Not Now Tiny...."

Tiny Rolls His Eyes.
"Ayo, Daddy What'd I Tell You About Being Depressed -.-"

Guy Stops.
"Sorry! 😶"

"Good. Cause We A Glitter Family. We Stay Turned Upp In This Bihhhh. Ya Feel Me?"
Tiny Said.

Guy Shook His Head.
"Not Really-"

"Besides, Why Y'all Wearin This Goth Shiz?"
Tiny Asked.

The Trolls Suddenly Realize Something.

":O.........................TINY!!!!!!!!"

Tiny Blinks.
"What Y'all Want Now?"

Poppy Picked Up Tiny.
"Tiny! Your Hip Hop! Hip Hop Has No String!"

"But, Neither Does Reggaeton Or Jazz"
Branch Said.

"Yeah, Buttttt. Tiny Is The First Hip Hop Troll! He Hasnt Developed! So Of Course He's Not Tranquilized!"
Poppy Said.

"Ight Cmon, Get To The Point Strawberry Shortie-"
Tiny Said.

"Okay So- You See That Evil Troll Over There?"
Poppy Points To Thrash.

Tiny Sees.
"Yeah?"

"And You See The Guitar He Has?"
Poppy Points At The Skull Guitar.

Tiny Saw.
"Yeahhhh So?"

"All We Need You To, Is Sneak By Him And Snatch All 6 Of Those Strings Off The Guitar, And Hook Them On That Harp And Bring It Back To Us."
Branch Explained.

"Got It?"
Poppy Said.

Tiny Didn't Process It.
"Nah Nah Nah, I Ain't Got Time For That-"

"What?! But It's The Only Way To Save Us!"
Poppy Said.

"Y'all Hairheads Don't Seem To Get....That I'm 3 DAYS OLD!"
Tiny Said.

"Yet, You Have A Kenan Thompson Voice"
Branch Crossed His Arms.

Tiny Glares At Branch.
"Want Me To 'Accidentally' Bite The Other End Of Your Butt?"

":O"
Branch Stepped Back.

"Cmonnn Tiny Pleaseee, For Your Auntie!"
Poppy Pleads.

"Nah, You Keep Rejecting Me. I Don't Play That"
Tiny Refused.

Poppy Sighs.
"Well.....For Your Father?"

Tiny Looked Up At His Father.

"Please Son?"
Guy Begged.

Tiny Groans.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............................................................................................................fine-"

"YAY!"
Poppy Hugs Tiny.

Tiny Movee Away.
"You Crossin The Line Woman-"

~~~

Thrash Sits On His New Rock Throne.
"HEHEHEHAHAHAHAAAA!"

Barb Rolled Her Eyes.

"Oh Daughter, Isn't This Wonderful? Everything We Dreamed Of, And That Meaning Rock Ruling The World, Is FINALLY Coming True!"
Thrash Said.

"You Mean Your Dream"
Barb Turned Away.

"No Barb, It's Ours. You Worked Hard For It, NOW LETS RULE IT!"
Thrash Said.

"No, Cause Maybe That's Not What I Wanted My Dream To Be -.-"
Barb Walked Away From Him.

Thrash Scoffs.
"Pff- Kids"

Tiny Sneaked Pass The Rock Guards.

Tiny Looked Around.
"Now Where Is This Old Prune At Bruh- I Ain't Got Time For Dis"

Tiny Spots Thrash And The Skull Guitar.

Tiny Smirks.
"Ayeeeeee"

Tiny Sneaks Over To Throne, While Beatboxing The Mission Impossible Theme Song.

Tiny Stood On Top Of The Throne Chair.

"Now How The In The Black Jesus Am I Supposed To Get Those Strings From Him?"
Tiny Wondered.

Thrash Gets Comfortable In His Throne, And Farts.
"Ahhhh~ 💨"

Tiny Smelled It And Covers His Nose.
"Oh Helllll Naw, This Old Geezer Trippin Yo"

Tiny Starts To Think.

💡 Ding!💡

And Gets An Idea.

Tiny Tickles Thrash's Feet.

Thrash Opens His Eyes.
"Huh?"

Thrash Looked Back.

Tiny Quickly Snatched The Techno And Country And Funk Strings Off The Skull Guitar.

Thrash Turned Back Around.
"Hmmm..."

Tiny Immediately Moved Back.
"Dangit Bruh-"

Thrash Went Back To Relaxing.

Tiny Gives Thrash A Wet Willy.

Thrash Quickly Opend His Eyes.
"What In The-"

Thrash Turned Around.

Tiny Snatched The Pop And Rock String Of The Skull Guitar.

Thrash Turned Back Around.
"Weird...."

Tiny Turned Back.

Tiny Them Fully Licked Thrash's Neck Pimple.

"OI! WHAT THE?!"
Thrash Jumps.

Thrash Turned Around Fully.

Tiny Took The Classical String Off The Skull Guitar.

Tiny Grinned.
"Ha! Mission Completeeee! Ayeee!"

Tiny Started Freestyling.
🎤 Aye i stole back the strings like a ghetto troll stealin them drugs. Aye aye aye aye YAH! Aye aye aye aye YAH!🎤

Thrash Sit Back And Let Out Another Fart.

Tiny Covers His Nose.
"Oh Cmon, You Gotta Get Some Advil Or Sum For Dat. Shiz Smell Nasty As Heck DAANG"