Shadgirl2: For the sake of not writing a 30+ page chapter, there's going to be about 2 more chapters and an epilogue after this.

Midna Azusa: Time for the Snack Pack to get what's coming to them!

Disclaimer: We don't own Trolls.

Bellow Bug Day came and went. Poppy nearly ruined it by killing the bellow bug, but, thanks to a busted rainbow maker and a little luck, the bellow bug (and his holiday) were saved.

The next big holiday was the one Poppy had been looking forward to—Prank Day. She woke up at 4 in the morning just to get ready for it. Decking herself out with war paint, she snickered wickedly.

"Ooh... This Prank Day's gonna be one for the books! I'll show you guys why you shouldn't mess with me!" She laughed evilly as she gathered some supplies. "It's payback time," she whispered, then she laughed through her lips.

Quickly and quietly, she slipped into Guy Diamond's pod, where she carefully dressed him in a special outfit before sneaking back out. She stared out at the village, a nasty look on her face.

Yes, the Snack Pack was going to regret that little stunt of theirs, that was certain.

Poppy wasn't the only one awake at 4 am that day—Branch woke up and did much the same, although he slipped into Biggie's pod first.

"I know you were all in on it, and, even though Smidge is my first target, I'm not letting you off the hook, Biggie," he said quietly as he swapped one of Biggie's most precious things with a duplicate. That ought to keep him from freaking out too soon. "When I'm through with you, you'll be wishing you'd never crossed me!"

He slipped back out, smirking, and headed for the twins' pod next.

"Yiiiiiaaaaaaahhhhh! W-what happened to m-my gliiiiiiiitter!?"

Trolls woke with a start and looked outside, concerned. That had sounded a great deal like Guy Diamond, right down to the auto-tune, and he sounded very distressed. It was still early in the morning—nobody was really awake yet.

Guy leaped out of a window, looking fine...other than the distinct lack of any sort of sparkly shine on his usually glittered body. "Th-this is a cataaaaastrophyyyyy!" he wailed in auto-tune. "I-I gotta go see Dr. Moonbloom right awaaaaaaayyy!" His arms above his head, he ran off to find the doctor.

All his neighbors, still poking out of their pods, looked at each other, concerned and curious. Then, gradually, a babble of conversation broke out.

"Hey! Isn't it Prank Day?" one of Guy's neighbors asked.

"Yeah! It is!" Another troll threw a pie in the first one's face.

"Hey!" she complained.

"Happy Prank Day!"

The trolls laughed, even the one who had been hit with a pie. None spared much more worry for Guy's condition at the moment—if it was still an issue in the morning, then they'd worry about it. As of right now, it could easily be some Prank Day antics, but nobody wanted to ruin the fun by suggesting that to Guy.

Poppy, meanwhile, was sneaking up to Smidge's pod while the smaller troll was in the shower. "One lead troll down, and one to go," she snickered. In her hands, she held a heavy barbell that had two seemingly light teddy bears attached to the ends. "Smidge won't know what hit her."

She laughed as she prepared to climb into Smidge's home. However, she never got the chance. She wasn't the only troll sneaking up on Smidge right now.

Branch saw Poppy with a barbell in hand and raised an eyebrow. "Poppy?"

"Yaah!" she cried, startled. The barbell fell out of her hands and landed on the ground below. "Aw, cupcakes." She flopped down on the tree branch, mildly annoyed, and looked at Branch as she said, "What are you doing here, Branch? Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Uh, yeah, and I think we're both thinking of doing the same thing," he answered.

His plans for today all related back to the match-making incident in some way or another, and he had planned on grabbing Smidge's exercise equipment and holding it hostage, like she'd done with Gary. However, it seemed Poppy's plan also involved exercise equipment.

Poppy blinked, her eyes widening. Then she gave a wicked smirk and rubbed her hands together. "Oh..." She laughed. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Branch's smirk mirrored her own as he answered, "Let's get her."

Smidge put her raspberry waffles on the table, smiling. She was about to sit down for breakfast when she had a guest enter—Branch.

"Oh, Smidge, I've got something for you," he said, waving an envelope around.

"Huh?" She looked, curious.

Smirking, Branch held out the envelope. "Here."

Cautiously, Smidge took the envelope. On Prank Day, it was best to be wary of anything someone gave you, after all. She carefully opened the envelope and pulled out a picture of Poppy. But it wasn't a normal picture. Ropes were wrapped around her entire body, and she was hanging upside down from a tree in some unknown location. Her eyes were wide, telling Smidge all she needed to know. Branch had kidnapped Poppy and tied her up out in the woods somewhere.

Smidge gasped, her eyes widening. "Oh, my ga! You didn't!" She glared daggers at Branch.

"Oh, I did. And, if you want her returned safely and not embarrassed, you'll do exactly as I say."

That sounded familiar. It was almost exactly what she herself had said to Branch two weeks ago, trying to get him onto Buttercup's show. Smidge's pupils contracted, and she sweat and backed away from Branch, hands held out in a gesture of surrender. "Now, uh, Branch, I know you're still kinda mad about what happened two weeks ago, but—" she started, grinning awkwardly.

"Oh, no, I'm not mad, Smidge," he cut her off, shaking his head and smirking. "I just wanted to make sure you had a good Prank Day."

Still sweating, Smidge backed up some more. "Can't we talk about this? I-I mean, that's no way to treat your girlfriend, is it?"

"Well, it's no way to treat your best friend, either, is it?"

Smidge blushed and laughed awkwardly. She should have seen that one coming. After all, she was the one who'd told Branch what they would do with Poppy if he didn't cooperate.

Satisfied he had her pinned, Branch said, "So, if you want to save Poppy from embarrassment, I need you to run around Troll Village and confess your undying love...to every troll you see."

Smidge gasped in horror. "You wouldn't!"

Branch leaned into her face. "Oh, wouldn't I?"

Smidge sweat.

Yes. Yes, he would. From the look on his face, he would do it with relish.

"BIGGIIIEEE!" Smidge cried, running up to him with an excited look about her.

Biggie turned, curious and a bit concerned. "Smidge? What is it? Are you alright?"

She stopped and looked at him, blushing something awful. Branch, meanwhile, came to lean on a nearby mushroom to watch.

"Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to tell you that I love you," Smidge said. She sounded quite platonic about it, like she was talking about loving her friend.

Branch coughed pointedly. Smidge glared at him, her eyes asking, "really?" He mouthed back at her, "You need to really sell it!"

Smidge growled, grumbling, "Oh, for the love of—" If he didn't stop turning her words and actions against her, she was going to slug him. She turned back to Biggie and said, "U-uh... What I mean by that, big guy, is..." Then, knowing she had to do this right for Poppy's sake, she started flirting. "Your big, blue eyes are as beautiful as the sky. I could get lost in them if I wasn't careful." She batted her eyes at him, looking affectionate.

Biggie blinked, then put a hand to his chest. That wasn't what he was expecting at all. "Why, Smidge, I-I don't know what to say. I'm flattered, really, I am."

"Yeah...I know." Seeing another troll, she suddenly took off, crying out, "Hey! Violet! Wait up!" As she ran, she looked to be in love once again.

Biggie raised an eyebrow, watching her go. She had just confessed love to him, but now she wanted to confess the same to Violet? He didn't know Smidge was so fickle.

"...Goodness. What do you suppose that's all about?" he asked, looking at Mr. Dinkles.

While he was distracted, a large snake crept up behind him. At first, Branch was concerned, bracing himself to fight. However, fortunately, he saw a zipper on the back and realized who that was.

Branch smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the mushroom. Go get him.

The snake arched up high above Biggie, forming a menacing shadow over him. Biggie blinked as the sun was blocked out, then looked up. Seeing the snake, he screamed in terror.

"ROOOOAAARRR! HAAAPPY PRRRRAAAANK DAAAAAY!" the snake roared, and Poppy poked out, grinning slyly. "Hey, big guy! How's it going?" she asked.

"P-Poppy? W—You really got me, didn't you?" Biggie said as he recovered, a hand to his chest. "Oh, Mr. Dinkles, are you okay?" He looked at the worm, which hadn't made a sound all morning.

"Mew!" said the worm.

Poppy blinked, now curious as the worm made a cat-like sound instead of his usual. "Huh?" She tossed her snake costume aside.

As Biggie looked at the worm, puzzled, Branch walked over, saying, "Well, Biggie, I guess now is as good a time as ever...to wish you a happy Prank Day!"

"What are you talking about, Branch?" Biggie asked, turning to him.

Poppy looked at Branch in curiosity as well.

"Well, Biggie, the truth is..." he said, pointing at the worm, "that isn't Mr. Dinkles."

Biggie's eyes widened. "I-it isn't !? But—then where is he!? Branch, what have you done!?"

Branch held his hands up in a calming gesture and said, "Calm down, Biggie, he's in good hands. I wouldn't do anything to put him in danger!"

"Oh! I get it," Poppy said. "You took Mr. Dinkles to pay Biggie back for 'taking' me." She giggled.

Biggie sweat. "Oh... Yes, that does make sense..."

After all, he had "kidnapped" Poppy two weeks ago and used her against Branch. Biggie decided he should count himself lucky that Branch's method of payback was a prank that related to what he was mad about instead of something more violent.

"Well, Branch, this is a wonderful prank you've pulled. Now may I have him back?"

"Oh, sure, Biggie. Just as soon as you win the game."

"Game?" Biggie asked.

Poppy was definitely curious now. Was Branch actually going to force Biggie into some kind of game through his hostage, like they had done to him?

Before Branch could answer, the twins screamed in the distance. Poppy looked, curious. "Huh? What was—"

Branch smirked. Apparently the twins had woken up and found his surprise. "Hold that thought, Biggie. I need to go deal with that," he said, heading for the twins' pod.

"But, Branch!" Biggie cried out.

"Ooh... Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but...I've got more pranks to pull. Later!" Poppy said before running off.

Inside Satin and Chenille's pod, the twins stared in horror at the monstrous sight that had greeted them this morning.

"W-what happened!? Where did all our clothes go!?" Satin freaked out.

"Never mind that! Where did these atrocities come from!?" Chenille demanded, holding the tattered sleeve of some muddy gray dress with a bright purple skirt that absolutely clashed with the neon green stripes and maroon swirls covering the entire thing. "Who's idea of a joke was this!?"

It was true—all of their clothes were gone. In their place were an assortment of garments that screamed things like "Cinderella before Fairy Godmother" or "totally colorblind" or "this isn't even clothes."

Branch came over and leaned on the windowsill. "Wow, you two must have ticked off a cavetroll because you've just been pranked back to the Stone Age!" he taunted.

The twins, still wearing their nightclothes, turned to him. "Branch!?"

"You're behind this?" Chenille asked, holding up the sleeve of that dress.

"Of course."

"Okay, Branch, really funny prank," Satin said, smiling at him nervously. "Now can we please have our clothes back?"

She hoped he'd say yes and make this easy on them.

"Oh, yeah, no problem, Satin," he answered easily.

"Great!" Satin cheered.

"If you can find them."

"Huh?" Satin asked as Chenille raised an eyebrow and demanded, "What!?"

"See, I hid your clothes somewhere in Troll Village. Those lovely garments you see behind you are your temporary replacements. My own design, what do you think?"

From his tone, he knew full well they were all terrible, and that was likely part of the plan. The twins turned and looked at the assortment of nightmarish outfits they had to choose from. Besides the weirdly colored and tattered dress Chenille had been examining, there were outfits that mixed stripes with polkadots, one "dress" was just a bucket with holes for the arms and head, one had different colored springs for sleeves, and some were even worse than these.

"You've got three choices," Branch said. "One, wait for Prank Day to be over and just stay inside all day. I'll bring your clothes back at midnight tonight."

The twins shuddered at the idea.

"Two, run around Troll Village in your pajamas."

"Not happening!" Chenille responded.

"Or three, pick something out of your wardrobe and go find your clothes." He put a finger to his chin, seemingly thinking, and added, "Whoops, sorry. I guess you could always go with four, suck it up and wear something from this fashion line all day."

"Never!" they both exclaimed.

"Great! Well, you two have fun with that," Branch said, turning away. "I need to tell Biggie what game we're playing."

Satin and Chenille looked at each other once they were alone. From that last statement, Satin thought she knew what this was all about—force them into an embarrassing situation for a "game" where they had to find their missing items. It was apparent that Branch wanted payback for the game show he'd been forced to go on, probably mostly because of the second round forcing him to spill his guts to strangers.

"You don't suppose this is because of what we did to him a couple of weeks ago, do you?"

Chenille narrowed her eyes. "Oh, it's definitely because of that!"

Meanwhile Guy had gone to see Dr. Moonbloom. Unfortunately, she found absolutely nothing wrong with him. Little did Guy know that Poppy had already talked to the doctor about her prank, knowing that Guy would come running when he realized he had no glitter.

"There's nothing I can do," Dr. Moonbloom said, as planned. "You're glitterless for life."

As she walked off, Guy fell to his knees, crying, "Nooooooo!"

On his way back to Biggie, Branch saw Guy sitting on the ground, crying his eyes out. At least, he thought that was Guy—the lack of glitter made it hard to tell.

"Huh? Uh, Guy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay! All my gliiiitter is gone!" Guy demanded, whipping his head up to look at Branch.

For a split second, Branch was concerned. He knew from experience that a change in appearance such as this wasn't a good thing for a troll—he'd lost his colors at a young age and taken over 20 years to get them back. He wasn't sure what would cause a glitter troll to lose their shine, but he didn't have much time to worry about it before he saw the cause—a zipper on Guy's back told Branch all he needed to know.

Unaware of this little zipper, Guy went back to weeping into his hands.

Huh. Looks like he's been pranked, Branch thought, relieved. Well, I can use that. He walked over, saying, "Guy, hey, it's okay. I'm sure there's a way to fix this. In fact, I think I know just the trick!"

"Really, Branch?" Guy asked as he looked at Branch, hopeful. "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course, Guy. What are friends for?"

Guy leaped into the air, excited. "Yahoooooo! Thanks, Branch! You're a life-saver!"

Oh, he wouldn't be thinking that in a few minutes.

"Right. Well, can you hold on just...one second? I have to help Biggie with something real quick. It'll only take a second."

Guy deflated. He really wanted to deal with his problem right now, but complaining wouldn't do any good. "Oh... Okay..."

Branch walked off, heading back to Biggie. Just then Smidge came running up and leaped romantically into Guy's arms.

"Huh? What are you doing, Sm—"

She rubbed his cheek, giving him a romantic look, and said, "Anyone ever told you ya look good glitterless? You should really put on the 'no glitter' look more often."

Now a bit disturbed, Guy stared at her. "Uh... Not sure what—"

Smidge kissed his cheek and ran off before he could react. Guy just stared after her and blinked. Shaking that off, he headed after Branch, wanting to be close at hand when the other troll decided to go about helping him with his dilemma.

While Branch had been gone, Biggie had given the fake Mr. Dinkles to a young troll, who was thrilled at the gift. Now he stood there without even a fake Mr. Dinkles, waiting for Branch.

"Sorry about that, Biggie," Branch said, walking back over. "Satin and Chenille found a little surprise I left for them, so..."

Figuring it was another revenge prank, Biggie decided not to ask. "That's alright, Branch. So what's this game I'm playing?"

"Consider it a treasure hunt. The treasure is Mr. Dinkles. I'm going to give you a clue that will lead you in the right direction. As you continue on this treasure hunt, you'll find more clues. Once you've figured out the last clue, you'll find Mr. Dinkles. That's when you win."

"What kind of clue?" Biggie asked, worried. He hoped it wouldn't be anything too difficult.

In answer, Branch handed Biggie a piece of paper.

The paper read, "We lie in wait for spring to come, and when it does, we start the fun."

"This is a riddle!"

"Correct. Figure out where it's talking about, and you'll find the next clue. I'll be checking in on you from time to time, so I might be persuaded to point you in the right direction..." Branch smirked.

Biggie sighed. It wasn't that he hated riddles, but he wanted to find Mr. Dinkles. The only reason he wasn't in a total panic about this was that he trusted Branch. No matter how angry he was at someone, Biggie knew that Branch would never do anything to hurt them...much. And Mr. Dinkles had done nothing to hurt Branch, so he should be perfectly safe.

"I suppose I'd better get started, then," Biggie said. "Let's see... 'We lie in wait for spring to come...' What waits for spring? Flowers? Trees?"

Leaving Biggie to that, Branch walked off, calling back, "Have fun, Biggie! Good luck figuring out that first riddle! I'll be back to check your progress later."

As Branch walked back over to Guy, Guy stared in stunned amazement. He'd just seen Branch set Biggie up on a Mr. Dinkles treasure hunt...seemingly against Biggie's will. Somehow that gave Guy a bad feeling about Branch's motives in helping him.

"...Is that somehow related to Prank Day? 'Cause I've never heard of a treasure-hunting prank before."

"Oh, don't worry about it, Guy. He's just looking for something he lost, that's all," Branch answered, smirking.

"...Uh, okay?"

That did not inspire confidence. In fact, it almost sounded like he was purposely taking what mattered most to Biggie and using it against him...like they had done to Branch two weeks ago.

"Anyway, let's go get your glitter back!" Branch said, looking every bit the concerned friend.

Then, his worries washed away by Branch's apparent sincerity, Guy followed Branch into the forest, excited.

He had forgotten the first rule of Prank Day: Trust no one. And he was going to pay for that mistake.

Poppy, meanwhile, had just finished nailing all of Cooper's furniture to his ceiling, which she was standing on with the aid of suction cups. She tucked the hammer into her hair and checked her dress, making sure the wires attaching it to her legs were doing their job and holding her skirt up (or down, depending on your point of view).

"Well, let's see. Yesterday I asked Cooper to meet me here for a tea party at noon. So he should be back in 3, 2, 1."

Right on cue, Cooper walked through the door of his mushroom, saying, "Poppy! I—Whoa..." He looked around at his pod, then looked up, where Poppy and all his possessions were. "What happened? Why's everything upside down?"

"Cooper! W-what are you doing!?" Poppy cried, looking panicked. "You need to get back up here, ASAP! Don't you know the gravity's been reversed!?" She held her arms out, reaching for Cooper in apparent desperation.

Cooper's eyes bugged out, and he cried, "What!? Oh, no! I gotta get up there! How do I get up there!?" He started running in circles in a blind panic. Being struck by lightning had done nothing to teach him the dangers of this method of freaking out.

"I don't know! But you better hurry, or you'll fly away to space!"

"AAAHH!"

He ran around his pod, frantically looking for something he could use to get up onto the ceiling. Unfortunately for him, the only thing on the floor was the chandelier, which had been tied with a fine wire to the furniture above, creating the illusion that it was actually hanging.

"Hold on! I think Branch has some rope we can borrow! I'll just go get him! Try to hold onto something until then!" Poppy called, running out the door.

Cooper grabbed the chandelier and held on for dear life. "Hurry, Poppy!" he yelled after her. "I don't know how long I can hang on!"

Once outside, Poppy tossed the suction cups off and started laughing hard at her own joke. "Oh, the look on Cooper's face was so priceless! Wonder how long it'll take for him to realize he's being pranked?"

She laughed some more, heading off to find her next victim—and ran right into Creek.