Trolls World Tour (OC Insert, like almost everyone else)

The Pop Trolls

Cloud Guy: Kinda dark for that helpless tribe, but let's visit some of my friends, the Pop Trolls as they get ready for the day.

As Queen Poppy gets ready for the day, she brushes her teeth with a lollipop and starts the day off right with a song. There, everyone has woken up and is ready for the day.

So, everything looks great! A new kid has been born by the name of Tiny Diamond, and everything felt great . . . or so they thought.

Branch: So, Poppy, there was something I've been meaning to ask you or . . . tell you?

Queen Poppy: Sure, what's up?

Branch had a special feeling for Poppy, but he just didn't know how to say it.

Branch: Umm . . . What's up is . . .

Queen Poppy: Uh-huh?

Branch: *stuttering*

Queen Poppy: *starts to go back to watering her flowers*

Branch: Umm . . . I just wanted to say that you're crushing it at this new queen thing.

Queen Poppy: Aww, Branch, thank you! That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Being Queen is the easiest thing I can do right now . . . other than being your friend!

The words "friend" went into Branch's brain as a cursed message, and echoed into his ears, as he thought to himself that today was starting off not as well as he thought . . . or planned.

Queen Poppy: Umm . . . catch you later?

Branch: Umm . . . sure, I guess. *try to high five but fail*

Queen Poppy: Oh-kay. *giggles* Guess we can't seem to make a good connection.

Fuzzbert, a Pop Troll who was all hair, ran in on time, and both Fuzzbert and Poppy high fived greatly.

Queen Poppy: Yeah! Now that's a good connection!

As Poppy cheered a little, he saw a Troll bruised and bleeding, passed out.

Branch: *gasps* Holy Trolly-Moly! *runs to it*

Queen Poppy: Branch, what's wrong? *gasps, runs to him*

Branch slides down to check on the poor hurt Troll.

Branch: I've never seen this kind of Troll before. He looks like he belongs underwater, but he looks badly damaged.

Queen Poppy: Oh, no! Poor Troll.

Branch: I feel like he should be taken in my bunker to be healed and researched.

Queen Poppy: You should do that.

As they looked at the innocent Troll helplessly, they heard a scream coming near them.

Branch: Quick, let's take him with us!

It was Biggie, a very innocent Pop Troll, being chased by a weird creature. As the Queen (and friend) looked at this weird creature, Poppy uses her hair to snatch him away from Biggie.

Queen Poppy: Gotcha! *creature plays in it's hair* Ahh! It's in my hair, It's in my hair, get it out, get it out!

Branch swoops down to grab the creature, making it feel comfy by rubbing it's wings and eyes as well. As he does that, the creature brought a strange letter.

Queen Poppy: What's this? One nation under Rock tour? Bring your String to the biggest party the world has ever seen?

King Peppy, Poppy's father and King, swoops down and grabs the letter.

King Peppy: It's nothing! Its nothing! It's from no one you know or will ever care about! And get that Troll off your hands! *slaps the Troll away*

Queen Poppy: But, Dad, he needs healing! Look at him!

King Peppy: I don't care!

Branch: Okay, I understand you're worried, so . . . do you want your pills?

King Peppy: I don't want old man pills! I can still pop and lock! *rips the paper*

Branch: Okay, okay, calm down. *runs the hair, the beard and the eyes*

King Peppy: Okay, I'm calm. Anyway, these Trolls aren't like us. Especially that bruised one over there.

Queen Poppy: Hey, the more Trolls, the merrier!

King Peppy: No, it's more complicated then you think.

He takes the snack pack and the Queen and friend to this special forest to tell him the story of The Six Strings.

King Peppy: So, in the beginning, there was silence. Then a note was created. This note inspired the ancestors that they created six strings out of each of their hair. And they played 6 musical notes. Techno, Classical, Country, Funk, Hard Rock, and ours, Pop. The notes resembled harmony!

Queen Poppy: That's great!

King Peppy: But it goes down a darker path . . . Half the ancestors kinda hated hearing some of others music, so they split up and made lands for themselves, Funk, Country, Classical, Rock, Techno, and Pop. And we've lived separately for years. Here's our String. *plays a Pop note that echoes and shoots glitter all over Poppy and Branch*

This was amazing hearing about the strings. But Poppy wanted more.

Queen Poppy: This is nice and all, but we seperated?

King Peppy: We had to.

Queen Poppy: Then what kinda tribe is this Troll from?

King Peppy: Ahh, he is a Techno Troll. But strangely, he has a liking to Rock, I can tell. Techno Trolls love acting as happy as us just wanting family, love and music.

Queen Poppy: That's perfect! All we just gotta do is give Barb the String and we can all be one big happy hugball of Trolls!

Branch: WHAT?! Did you not hear anything your father said? It's kinda risky to give this rando our string. We have to stay safe.

Queen Poppy: No, we could go to Barb's place and become happy!

Branch: We have to hide!

Queen Poppy: Go! Dad, you can't agree with this plan, can you! We should go!

King Peppy: We can't!

Queen Poppy: And why not!?

King Peppy: Umm . . . Because father trumps queen and I make the decisions! Come on Branch, let's go!

Queen Poppy: Branch, You can't agree with this!

Branch: I, uh . . . *laughs nervously* Wait, Peppy!

Queen Poppy: We're all Trolls! Differences don't matter, we should all be allowed to live in harmony! And so help me, Troll lord, I will heal that Troll and he can help me!