A.N. Another chapter for you guys! Sorry if it's short. And I would like to thank Painted Lady and neomoon585 for the comments.

And I forgot this for the last few chapters, but:

DISCLAIMER: TROLLS BELONGS TO DREAMWORKS! DON'T SUE ME!

Meanwhile, with Branch, he had just reached the former king's place where he lived with his daughter.

He knocked, and the door was thrown open with "POPPY?" shouted to his face by Peppy.

Yep, this was the place all right...

The elder troll looked a bit embarrassed and disappointed when he saw it was Branch.

"Sorry...I...thought you were someone else..." said Peppy.

"No, it's okay, I get it," assured Branch.

Peppy had a dubious look on his face, before he seemed to remember something.

"Oh, where are my manners? Please, come inside," beckoned the former king.

Branch obliged and was soon sitting at the table with Peppy making both of them tea.

"Again, sorry for the outburst earlier. I've been pacing for at least forty-five minutes worrying about where Poppy was," explained the elder troll.

"It's fine. Thank you," the teal troll added when Peppy handed him the tea, and continued.

"As I was saying, it's fine, but I'm afraid this isn't a social visit."

Peppy's bushy eyebrows raised.

"Oh? Well, do tell. What brings you here?"

"I know where Poppy is."

The former king leaped up and hugged Branch, thanked him profusely, and demanded he bring her to him.

"I'm afraid that's nearly impossible at the moment," sighed the survivalist.

Peppy paused in his happy dance to look at the teal troll confusedly.

"What? Why?"

"The thing is...she and the Snack Pack all have a bad case of the flu from getting caught in the downpour. At the moment, since the rain isn't due to stop for at least twelve more hours, I'm taking care of them in my mini-bunker. The reason they can't come is partly because I don't want them to get worse, and partly because I don't want to get you sick," elaborated Branch.

Peppy nodded, and said, "That makes sense. After all, elderly trolls like myself ARE more likely to develop complications. I trust you'll take care of my daughter and return her to me when she's fit enough?"

"I promise on my honor as a troll."

The former king waved his hands in a dismissive manner.

"Please, none of those formalities. I know how Poppy looks at you, and when I do the same thing, I see someone who will never betray her like that traitor Creek," he spat the name out.

Branch's look softened.

"She means more to me than anything...ahem. Anyway, I should probably start heading back lest they try getting up," he said half-jokingly.

Peppy nodded, went to the door to open it...but paused when his hand was on the handle.

He turned to Branch.

"...You'll tell her that I hope she gets better soon, right?" he asked.

The teal troll nodded, and soon after that, he went back out into the bad weather.

When Branch opened the door to his bunker-like house again, this is the sight that greeted him.

Biggie and Guy Diamond were doing a halfhearted game of Rock Paper Scissors, the twins were discussing new clothing designs for when they were well, and the rest were just having a casual conversation, while having to stop every so often to cough or sneeze.

"Well, I can see you're feeling a bit better," he spoke up.

"Eh..." said Guy, but coughed soon afterwards, "We're still feeling pretty sick, we were just trying to occupy ourselves without getting up."

Branch face-palmed yet again, forgetting to ensure they had entertainment before he left.

"What did Peppy say?" asked Smidge, bringing the topic to Branch's visit.

"He completely agreed with me about keeping you here until you're well enough, and he also told me to tell Poppy that he hopes she'll get well soon."

The teal troll looked around.

"Speaking of which, where IS Poppy?"

The Snack Pack looked at each other uncomfortably.

Finally, DJ Suki spoke up.

"Well, she's-"

Before she could finish, she was cut off with the sound of someone vomiting from the bathroom.

A.N. Read, Review, but NO FLAMES!