Trolls: Branch's Brother

Bringing Back Happy

In the castle, Bridget was vacuuming the floor while King Gristle was sitting at his throne with sadness.

"Oh, Barnabus. You're my only friend in this whole miserable world." He said petting his pet alligator, who in return rolled his eyes. He then looked at the picture of him and his now late father. "Dad was right. I'll never, ever, never, ever, never be happy. Never."

"Never... say... never!" A voice echoed through the whole room. That alerted the guards look where it came from.

Suddenly, out of the pot plant came out Chef. That spooked Gristle, the guards pointed their spears at her, Barnabus just growled in a menacing way. Chef walked to the King.

"Chad. Todd." She said to the guards taking her cape off and crushed Bridget's vacuum in the process.

"Chef, where did you come from?! My father banished you 20 years ago!" Gristle then tilted his head in confusion. "Have you been standing behind that plant this hole time?"

"If only, sire." She bowed down to the new King. "No, I've been out in the wilderness thinking of nothing, but how I let you down. If only there was some way I could make you feel better."

"Well, fat chance! The only way that I will be happy is by eating a Troll, and that ain't gonna happen thanks to you!" King Gristle snapped.

"But it just might, thanks to me..." Chef unzipped her fanny pack, and revealed the Trolls that she took from 'Troll Village'. They all poked their heads singing a single note in perfect harmony. Gristle, Bridget, and the guards gasped in awe.

"You found the Trolls..." He was about to grab one, but Chef slapped his hand. "So this means, I might actually get to be happy!"

"That's right." Chef replied as the Trolls shivered in fear and zipped her fanny pack shut. "Of course everyone else in Bergen Town will still be miserable, but that's none of your concern."

"I am their King, so maybe it kinda is?"

"What exactly are you proposing? Bringing back Trollstice? For everyone?"

"Yes! That's exactly what I'm proposing!" King Gristle said happily.

"Great idea, sire! Absolutley brilliant! Aren't you smart."

"I guess I am."

"And I, your loyal chef, will be right behind you, holding a knife..." Chef mumbled that last part.

"Was that?" Gristle asked.

"Holding a knife, a spoon, a ladle." Chef lied. "I'm your chef after all."

"Yeah, you sure are!"

Chef burst in her old Kitchen, looking new since the day she was banished. "I'm back!"

"You scullery maid, what's your name?" Chef asked.

"Uh, Bridget." Bridget answered.

"Congratulations, Idget. You work for me now. So take those dishes down stairs and you start scrubbing!" Chef told Bridget.

"Yes, Chef. Thank you, Chef." Bridget said before taking the dirty dishes downstairs.

After that, Chef opened her fanny pack and threw the Trolls, and locked them in a cage.

"We're in a serious problem now." DJ said worriedly.

"We're all gonna die!" Cooper said terrified.

Biggie was trying to calm down Mr. Dinkles. "Don't cry, Mr. Dinkles. Guys, Mr. Dinkles is really freaking out!" Biggie said to the others.

Mr. Dinkles showed no signs of fear, and just meeped in response.