AN: Hi, everyone! Sorry for taking that long. I just finished exams, so I am back in the game. However, I will be working on other stories so this story will still have a long time to update.

And now, we look into Branch's perspective of the current events.

Song Reference

[1] Don't Call Me Up (Instrumental) - Mabel

[2] Goomba Village Theme - Paper Mario Music

[3] Monday Morning (Instrumental) - CG5

'New Swag in Town' Part 3 - Here Are Those Who Run This

Chez Dante, Night Time

The setting up for the sub-tribes for the night was the most tiring night Branch ever had. He had his own tiring nights with making his bunker for himself to needing to start the fumigation process. He knows how to prep up the structure, the bricks and the wood that are needed to be put into place. However, working with a team to set up a dinner feels like the hardest. [1]

It isn't just about needing to work with others, but Branch found himself doing certain tasks, running around to check if the other workers need help or being bossed a little. Nobody placed pressure on him, but it felt so different when setting the Chez Dante for tonight's special occasion. He didn't really work with others when it came to preparing things. No, not just the tools or requirements they need. There was just…more people. People who are being efficient and hardworking like he is.

He worked as the Classical Trolls came over to give him noble compliments to him. He worked as the Country Trolls shouting at one to hurry up. He worked as the Rock Trolls tried to help by just rushing things over. He worked as the workers were in a huge debate over using yellow or pink lights. Everybody was working. Nobody was surprisingly taking a break. Everybody was helping each other. Nobody was complaining or genuinely exhausted. It was like they are a true team.

It is actually nice to have these people with him. They treated him well and like an equal. The whole time, Branch was worried that uniting the other tribes might not cut in for everyone. However, he managed to find some friends who are like him to an extent. There are some who understand why he is more highly-strung than the Pop Trolls. And hell, he kind of enjoyed it when he found himself hanging onto a large golden ribbon as it was pulled upwards by two Classical Trolls.

Wait…that is happening now.

Branch snapped out of his daydream and let the ribbon go with one hand, dangling from it as he is far higher from the floor. With his free hand, he took out a hammer. One Classical Troll came in and placed in a nail at the bottom middle of the large ribbon where Branch was close to. Feeling cocky, Branch started hammering the nail until it is in place, not caring that he is somewhat in danger. He already learnt how to break his fall in this kind of situation.

The other two Classical Trolls nailed in the two ends of the ribbon and Branch let go, landing onto the ground with a perfect 'superhero' pose.

A three-point landing.

Branch blinked as he heard the two Classical Trolls clapping and oohing in awe. He quickly stood up and looked at his hands.

"Huh," he said. "And the Pop Trolls told me engaging in fights with the Rock Trolls are pointless."

While he was nervous of the other sub-tribes, Branch knows that he got people on his side. He has Poppy, the Snack Pack and his friends in TrollsTopia. He knows that they would always be themselves and try their best. While he is different, the Pop Trolls are becoming more nicer nowadays and he got along with some of them. Most importantly, he is on good terms with everyone. Maybe everybody got a little too much into 'cupcakes and rainbows', but he doesn't mind lately.

He wish that the other tribe leaders would come over. The Funk Royals are a pleasure to be around since he enjoyed their presence and wisdom. Delta Dawn is a bit intimidating, but they both got the same no-nonsense and hard-working attitude. Trollzart is like a grandfather to him. King Trollex is a chill buddy who shared the same sarcastic and down-to-earth nature with him. Queen Barb is a true rocker but has a good sense of justice. However, they said they might not be able to come around, so Branch would have to wait for another time.

One thing that was on his mind is the criminals that may get into TrollsTopia. He and Poppy are setting up law enforcers, but that might not be enough to protect everyone. Not everybody wants to play along. They may be worse than the Bergans or even Cloud Guy! Who knows? What if somebody get killed? What if a house gets blown up? What if he isn't able to do anything?

A frown went upon Branch's face when thinking about it. It is making him sick. The Pop Trolls weren't sure how to handle this, choosing to be pacifists. The other five tribe leaders encouraged him to look out for others while giving him some advice, but Branch wasn't sure which one to choose that would suit well for the multicultural village. Maybe he should ask the Reggaetón Trolls and the K-Pop Gang, but do they know much about peace and security in a society?

It might all spiral to disaster when his home end up in flames. And remembering about what the Pop Trolls did, it is inescapable. Poppy is still taking in the fact that their ancestors are responsible for doing the damage, but Branch already accepted it and knows that he must do better than what they did. He knows that the sub-tribes would hold hatred towards them.

Even worse, he was trying to get into a good relationship with Poppy. However, due to circumstances, they didn't have the right times to talk to each other. There wasn't that much development as he wishes for. While so, he wasn't sure if he was getting close to her and if they would end up being a full-fledged couple. He loves Poppy and love being around with her, but there are so many things they needed to handle. It is like a one-sided relationship that is nearly transactional of getting Poppy to be the true queen of Pop.

He watched her adjusting to the new traditions of other tribes. He knew that it was going to be hard for her to adjust to them, so he let her go for this one. She still have a lot to learn. Just because she saved the day in World Tour doesn't mean she learnt her lesson completely. However, it hurts seeing her doing fine as she learns all the way while Branch still felt that he was already good with himself.

Are they falling back to friends? That can't be right. They had their interactions and sometimes kiss each other. However, he doesn't know if they are going to become more than friends. How are they going to pick off where they left off? Are they going back to the friendzone or would it be a shaky relationship? Branch wanted to reach out to Poppy whenever he can, but sometimes, he didn't need to or feel that she got a lot to handle at the moment.

He wondered if Poppy would know what a romantic relationship would look like. He heard about it from his parents and his grandma and the Pop Trolls and the Country Trolls and the Classical Trolls and the Rock Trolls. (You know what, please leave the latter out of this. The Rock Trolls don't know what they are saying to Branch.) But Poppy is like a child who is still learning and he has to show her the ropes. It took even a while for her to understand him properly.

Then it is settled. He might not have to look out for everything, but he needed to try and work on his relationship with Poppy. Maybe he could talk more to her. Help her more in her tasks, personal or not. Probably ask her about what she knows about romance. Show her the good and bad ways to go or avoid. He would do anything to make things better for the both.

But first, he has to handle the implications of criminals roaming around. That would be his problem soon, but he doesn't want to dread on it too much. Not when he wants to continue his relationship with Poppy. How can they continue with no interruptions? The only thing he is relying on are the law enforcers, but they must know what they are doing.

He will get there to Poppy. He hopes that they will be able to work things out as a couple.

He was about to go outside when he was met by…Delta Dawn! Surprisingly! [1s]

She was all dressed up. She still wore her small hat, but she looked professional with a turquoise green jacket with folded lapel, a white collared shirt, a red bandanna with white details around her neck, and white pants that covered the rest of her body but with some glitter on them.

"Delta Dawn," he said, bowing down respectfully. "Nice to see that you managed to come here."

"Just call me Delta, sugar," said Delta. "I decided to come in to see if Poppy has done the deed of supporting the six tribes. You saw her grow so far?"

"It's been pretty tough for her. No, it's been pretty tough for all of us. However, Poppy is seeing how to fit in and appreciate other cultures. That is a good thing."

"It will take her a while. I still don't see how she is queen at such a young age. However, if she is growing, then I am alright with that."

"She is already a young adult. Trollex is young and Barb is the youngest."

"But kings and queens aren't made from young adults yet. It takes years to understand prosperity, equity and power when controlling a kingdom."

A set of two eyes appeared from behind Delta's red locks. Branch's eyes widened a little, but calmed himself down. He reminded himself that the same incident when he first visited Lonesome Flats will not happen again.

"Ooh!" said Clampers, poking her head out. "Hi there, Uncle Branch!"

Branch gulped. "Oh, um. Hi, Clampers."

"Now, Clampers," said Delta sternly. "No biting people tonight. If I find people who are doing trouble, then you can bite them. If I find people who are vexing me, you can bite them."

"Aw…" moaned Clampers.

Branch gave her a glare. "No biting my butt again."

Clampers pouted a little before nodding and doing a cute salute. "Yes, sir!"

"Now, go easy on the other kids here," said Delta Dawn as she placed Clampers down. "You can run around, but don't go too fast. Make sure they keep up. And be nice to them."

With an excited 'yes', Clampers raced off like a bullet and made her way straight to the kids whose families came in early. Branch watched as Clampers started talking to the other kids before it turned into a hide and seek.

"Somebody remind me to get those kids out of the hiding spots when we start," said Branch. "The last thing I want is a kid to be under my bottom."

"That explains a lot," said Delta, spinning around her hand flexibly. "So, how have you been?"

Branch shrugged. "It has been alright. It has been…hard to handle the Trolls in TrollsTopia. There are some Trolls that agreed with me and some who just went wild. There aren't…that many who agree with all of us."

Delta nodded. "I can see where you are coming from. Don't you forget; the World Tour taught us something. It even taught me something. One thing I noticed is that we don't always go along with the same thing. It can take a while for others to open."

"Yeah. Especially the Rock Trolls. I didn't like that there were a few disasters due to culture clash."

"That is true, but not everyone does the same thing and avoid mistakes. Some would choose to go on or grow out of their rabid behavior. However, it is all about growth and that is what we all have in us."

Branch nodded with a blank look. Delta noticed it.

"Is this about the possibility of criminals coming into town?" she asked.

Branch chuckled weakly. "Poppy told you already, huh? That is what I am worried about."

Delta frowned. "You know that you can't always keep everything safe. A leader's duty to take care of their people is a hard job. I know that you have been constantly worried about the new Trolls, but I think you dread too much on the bad things."

"You don't really get it," said Branch bluntly. "Ever since the robbery incident and Jazzy telling Poppy off months ago, I have been putting on extra tabs to make sure that this town is not going to be harmed by anyone and I swear that I will make the law enforcers behave well enough to help others in need."

"But you know that your tribe got into trouble two times."

"But I am not used to it. Being Poppy's second-in-command is difficult…hard. The common term for it."

Delta nodded, understanding what Branch meant. She knows the struggle of the hot desert, but nothing can beat a person's disadvantages and fears when doing a task. Simple or not, it can even provoke the unwanted stress. She knows how that felt like, but Branch is different. He nearly lived his entire life in fear.

"Listen, kid," said Delta, switching to an American accent. "You are afraid. I get it. But you know, fear is a part of our lives. And sometimes, it can come along with the sadness or guilt they have to carry for making mistakes. However, you continued to march on with your life. And despite how much the weight brings you down, you find a way to solve the problem and make things better."

"But how come I think more about the bad times?" asked Branch.

"Maybe it is because they have changed your beliefs. Bad times can be the most emotional moments of your life and it would become long-lasting unless you are able to overcome it. I know that you are scared for your fellow Trolls and even for your life. However, I don't believe your tribe is going to go up in flames. You have all braved through the fury that happened and you may even know how to deal with it if you are faced with the same experience. It is about what you accomplished and the skills that you and your friends have gained over the years. There will be bad storms, but there will always be a silver lining. You have Poppy, you have the ambassadors – including my favorite student Holly – and you have us. It is because you don't do everything alone."

Branch thought about it. Damn, Delta has a point. He knew that it could be a good thing, but sometimes, the fear might take hold of his own life. When he is still adjusting to have a good life, he might have to face some of his fears and even trust others to look out for any danger.

"Yeah," he said as he gazed at the entire room that was already set up in perfect fashion. "I guess that you are right."

"And besides, most crimes that may happen may not be as bad as the World Tour. There will be some things that may be very distressing to people, but if you are to catch the criminals, then it turns into an easy competition. You might feel competitive with catching criminals like I do."

Branch nodded. "As long as they don't resort to murder."

"That's true."

There were already people in coming in the restaurant. At that time, Branch would have quickly checked the tables on if everything was set up. Double check if anybody made any pranks. Triple check on if the very smaller bugs crawled over the utilizations. However, it was already too late as the first group sat at the nearest table. [1]

"Darn it," hissed Branch to himself. "I ran out of time."

"At least you and your team got the place ready," said Delta, placing her hands on her hips. "You do remember that you got everything in place, don't you?"

Branch nodded. "I faintly do…and hope that nobody accidentally sits down on a fork."

"There is something I want to ask," said Delta. "The first time I saw you, you were right by Poppy's side and I saw you two kissed at Volcano Rock City. I am wondering if anything else blossomed from there."

Branch's face turned light red. "W-What? What do you mean by that?"

The Country Sheriff laughed lightly. "I'm just asking how you two have been doing. With you helping her out, you might become a king."

Branch isn't sure about that. Not being 'king', he already understood that. He might not always have the best ideas for Pop Trolls, but he always tried to protect them. But that said, being 'king' with Queen Poppy means…

"We…haven't got that far yet," admitted Branch. "It doesn't feel like we are getting there that much. I mean, we are still trying, but Poppy has been busy, so that…doesn't really give us time to bond properly."

"Careers and jobs can take up a huge part of our lives if we think about them too much instead of the people we love," said Delta. "I think she might come around, don't you think?"

"I am not sure. Do you think Poppy knows how to…have a good relationship?"

"To be honest," said Delta, remembering how naïve Poppy used to be. "It is all up in the air on whether Poppy learnt how a romantic relationship is, but she has eyes on you."

"You think so? Or would it be just fake admiration?"

"I may not have the answer to if she is putting up a façade, but I can tell you that you two have interest towards each other. When a man and woman see each other and like each other, they should come together. Not sit around studying each other like seeing which spikes to pluck out from a cactus."

Branch was dumbfounded. He thought that was the case since everybody should look at each other's interests and strengths first before moving forward to see what works for them.

"That is an…unusually way for dating someone," said Branch.

"Who says you can't love what you want to love?" said Delta, showing a bit of her sass. "Troublesome Trolls trying to find the 'perfect' dating traditions. Modern romance!"

"But we went through some things through and progressed emotionally."

"But you are falling into that trap again. However, don't be nervous to speak up or ask Poppy out for a date. You got a lot of opportunities as Poppy brings you to most of the tasks she has to face. Without you, Poppy would have been spider food."

Branch chuckled a little. "That actually happened once."

Before Delta could wonder how that happened, Branch spotted a familiar Troll over Delta's shoulder, coming towards them. A Country Troll…with no back legs. Lime green skin, red hair, large white hat…

"Hickory?" said Branch.

"Who?" said Delta before turning around. "Oh, Hickory!"

The Yodel Troll smirked as he took off his hat and bowed down politely. "Your highness, Sheriff and King."

Wow. And he is also keeping the Southern accent.

"Please don't call me, King," said Branch.

"What are you doing here, Hickory?" asked Delta, switching back to her Southern accent. "I thought you and Dickory offered to be in charge of looking after your farm?"

"I needed a break," said Hickory simply. "Dickory wanted to stay in Lonesome Flats since he found more jobs as a bodyguard."

"Isn't he too small for a job like that?" asked Branch.

"I know that. That is for him to try." Hickory glanced at Branch for a while. "So, what were you two talking about?"

"I nearly pecked into Branch's secret, private, love life," said Delta.

Branch couldn't help but give her a glare.

"Oh, really?" said Hickory. "Maybe I can give some advice."

The blush on Branch's face didn't disappear yet. "I-I-I am fine. I don't need your help."

"Oh, but you have some heart for her," said Hickory. "And you got jealous when I first talked to her during the World Tour."

"Oh, sure about that," said Branch sarcastically. "So, you're asking me to improve my fixing skills, make cappuccino and read a book about repressing emotional issues to appear cool?"

What a burn.

Hickory rolled his eyes playfully. "Branch. I am a charmer, but not all girls can fall easily."

"I don't see why," muttered Branch.

"Maybe if we can talk about it if that is fine for you. I can give you some tips you might like."

Branch raised an eyebrow. He looked at Delta, checking if she might have some doubt. However, she winked and have the thumbs-up. Great. In a few seconds, everybody would already be making sure that he has a great happy year with Poppy like there was no privacy. He made a mental note to himself to make sure that nobody is going to spy on him.

"Sure then," said Branch. "Maybe…you can teach me how to make your special cappuccino?"

"Nah," said Hickory as he wrapped his arm around Branch and pulled him over to the table where the Pop Royals were supposed to be. "I think everybody knows how to make a nice big jug of coffee."

"Just asking."

It is nighttime at Chez Dante. Classical Crest was already flourished in golden and white lights that suit the tone for a luxurious and a first-class, glamorous start in TrollsTopia for the new Trolls. The ambassadors and their leader parties will be coming soon, but the civilians were already lining up at the restaurant, all wearing different smart casual clothes. It was said to be the night of their lives, so they are hoping that it will be worth it and a great dinner. They are all excited as they get to see what TrollsTopia will be like since they are dining at one of the finest restaurants in the town. It would even give them a good chance to talk with each other after touring around and setting up houses of their own by themselves.

Bastille, Charleston and Finn were waiting outside as well. Bastille was the only one who changed his clothes to appear neater, wearing a black collared shirt, a silver blazer and black pants. Charleston was looking around with keen eyes to find where Jazzy might be at the moment. Finn was looking around, nervous about the large crowd of people.

"So you're saying that you two at first planned to sing a song on stage," asked Charleston. "And then, it is Jazzy on her own at the last second?"

Finn sighed, adjusting the bandanna around his neck. "Yeah…when I looked over who will be here tonight…I just didn't feel like playing for them…"

"Did you get stage fright? Are you sick? Did your DJ table or your mad turntabling skills broke down?" asked Charleston with a chipper smile.

The Trap Techno Troll stared, deadpanned. "No. I just…don't feel like to."

"You sound nervous, Electro Ray," said Bastille, crossing his arms.

"N-N-No, I'm not!" said Finn, looking away. "I did performances for my fellow Techno Trolls before! And I did perform at this golden nugget that was swimming around in the water."

"But there are different people around here. From different tribes and more than we ever know. I think you are nervous of what they think of you."

"S-Shut it. I don't have to perform when I don't wanna." Finn tried to think of another topic they can talk about. However, he was already growing a little stressful in the presence of his two new roommates. He tried to think straight before coming with this. "So…are you two…going to have j-jobs or something?"

Bastille shook his head. "I am NOT getting a job. I just want to relax here."

"I think I might want to get a part-time job, guys," said Charleston, stroking her chin. "Maybe not at the same level as Poppy and Branch, but perhaps I can do a range of part-time jobs!"

"What can you do?" asked Finn. "I-I don't mind the money earned, but…what kind of…working place do you think suits you?"

"As we all know, I can be a tap dancer or a performer! Maybe I can be a model…wait, but that means wearing so many dresses." Charleston paused before forgetting about being a model. "Oh well! Hot potato dog! Hear me on this; do you think I am more suited to be a dance teacher or a sports teacher?"

"Well, since you can't stay in one place, you should be a dance teacher," said Bastille bluntly. "And you are a Swing Troll."

"Of course. That might be the best job for me! Every Swing Troll would take up dancing classes when they are younger and I probably have the dance style of a good old rag dance kind! It might also channel my energy levels to its highest peak and help me control some of my emotional turmoil."

Bastille looked very concerned. "Please don't put it in that way."

"Oh, of course. I will consider getting that job. What else should I pick? I heard that there is a law enforcer system that needs more recruitments and a detective business in need for partner assistants. Do you think that the detective business is a more cooler job?"

Both Bastille and Finn had various answers. The former nodded and the latter shook, though the latter quickly nodded his head when he saw Bastille nodding.

"Well, I'm good at observation at times, but…sometimes I get distracted by a lot of things. I mean, I remember I was admiring a nice shiny shirt one day…instead of cleaning the floor for nearly 30 minutes. Ooh! I have to keep my head up for the next job. I probably need to get out my resume and practice for the interviews."

"I don't think they have that many interviews at a part-time job, Charlie," said Bastille.

"True. What about you? Are you going to take a part-time job as well?"

Bastille didn't have plans for having a part-time job. He doesn't know if he wants one. He thought about getting some jobs before in TrollsTopia, however all the weariness and lack of motivation to continue on his own adventures made him feel lazy in working. It could have been a new purpose for him, but he feels…out of place. He doesn't know for now. He just wants a break from everything.

"I don't see no point in taking a part-time job," said Bastille finally.

"C'mon!" said Charleston. "Let's make ourselves useful for Finn-"

"Electro Ray," corrected Finn.

"…Electro Ray and help him and Jazzy out with keeping up with the rent on the house. We could make enough money and even buy our own things. I really like to see what you can do!"

Bastille shook his head. "I am sorry. No promises."

Charleston pouted. "You know that you are good in anything and do things easily without breaking a sweat."

"That is not true. I am only good in preparing for hikes, setting up camps and organizing luggage for trips. I didn't say I am perfect."

"Aww…I was just hoping that you would be more than a couch potato. Shouldn't it be time to help out in this town?"

Bastille closed his eyes, groaning a little. "You're acting like a really nagging wife."

"HEY! Go to the devil! You're going to make it sound like we are a couple! Just try to make an effort?"

"Well, but if I got to the devil, I can't really work, can I?" Bastille rolled his shoulders around. "Mate, I just want a break from everything. TrollsTopia is a large and free space for me to have a good vacation."

Charleston stared at Bastille, shocked by his sudden laziness. She looked over at Finn as if pleading for help. However, he could only give her a look saying 'this is not my problem'. The Swing Troll sighed in defeat again.

"F-Fine," she said. "But please help out some time."

"As long as you don't constantly force me to every day," said Bastille.

"Oh…" thought Charleston, whining a little. "These guys are pretty laid-back and uptight, huh? Bastille is now being a little lazy and he might get too edgy if I provoke him further. He is acting a little rude right now. What should I do to convince to-?"

Her thoughts were cut off when a voice that had the same energy as she does fill her ears. [1s]

"OH HEY, GUYS!" exclaimed Synth's voice. "HI THERE, FINNY BOY!"

A vein popped from Finn's head, his ears twitching. "Oh no. Not HIM again…"

The purple Techno Troll flew in and nearly collided into Bastille. He got himself straight and shook Bastille's hand. [2]

"Hi!" said Synth. "So nice to meet you! I am surprised that you came all this way to here."

Charleston giggled. "It is a nice ride to get here. I hope it will be fantastic."

"Oh, I'm sure that it will make you all want to move non-stop. Is this your boyfriend, Charleston?"

Smoke steamed out of Bastille's ears. "We are just friends! That's all! Nothing more!"

"We are DEFINITELY not a couple," agreed Charleston, cringing.

"Ah," said Synth. "I must be mistaken. Poppy and Branch told me about you two and it seems like you two might have started a relationship."

"No, we didn't."

Synth turned his attention to Finn. "Ah, my boy! How have you been doing, Finny Boy?"

"It's Electro Ray," growled Finn. "And I have been tired lately. And oh, Jazzy got a little stressed out."

"I checked on her earlier. I mean, I saw her. She looks fine now."

"Then, she must be a really good actor."

"I'm a little disappointed that you are not performing tonight," said Synth generously. "I was looking forward to it, but when I heard that you stepped out of it at the last second, it was kind of a waste."

Finn's face started to feel hot. "I…erm…didn't feel like it tonight. I was…too nervous."

"But you told us that you weren't," muttered Charleston.

"Some spoiler alert," said Synth, winking at Finn. "Your girlfriend is going to look beautiful tonight. She is wearing a sick dress with a new, shiny hat to go with it! She looks like a firework in the sky!"

He whooped around, imitating airhorns.

Finn's eyes widened as he imagined how would Jazzy appear for tonight. She didn't tell him what she will be wearing, so it was kept a secret. But thinking about what she would be wearing NOW got him really baffled.

He looked away, embarrassed. "Uh…ew. I hate that you said that. Gross!"

Synth shrugged that off. "Anyway, what will you be doing with your new buddies here? They look like a fun duo!"

Finn just shrugged, unable to have an answer. "I don't know, mate. I'm just…keeping them around for a while. It's not like they are really my new roommates."

Bastille frowned, looking a little offended.

Charleston hummed. Finn even made public news that he wasn't really interested in investing with her and Bastille. He is still keeping up with his tough act, isn't he? She tried to have a nice conversation with Finn, but she might have said some things wrong here and there. Just why would this guy be constantly acting like this?

"Just take the time to hang out with them," said Synth, patting Finn on the forehead. "Remember what Trollex and I told you? You might go well with these people. You now have Jazzy and have more people to make friends with. It is good for you!"

Finn was about to protest, until he remembered what Trollex told him before.

"…you'll get used to it being with different people. That includes being in a hue crowd of people. Well…you don't believe it because you don't know yet. Only believe when you do."

Ah crap. He couldn't break his promise to Trollex. However, Finn was somehow still not in a mood to try to befriend Bastille and Charleston. They just got here hours ago!

"W-Whatever," he said. "I'll try."

"Good!" said Synth.

"Hey, guys," said Bastille. "They are opening up now."

True to his word, almost all the Trolls are heading in the restaurant right now. Music was already playing and the chatter was becoming louder. Excited chatter all around. Cheer for a lovely dinner tonight. The crowd outside was slowly decreasing in number.

"They are starting!" said Charleston, pulling Bastille's hand. "Quick! Grab a table before there aren't any more!"

She started to run with Bastille being dragged on his heels.

"Wait!" complained Bastille. "Please let me catch up!"

"Last one to the table eats an eggplant!" called Charleston.

Finn gulped as he watched the two ran inside. Guess that he has to look out for them tonight. He turned to Synth, looking more serious.

"Were there…any crimes so far?" he asked. "Especially in Techno Lagoon? I don't want Jazzy to go into another fit."

Synth waved his hands. "Nah. It's all good. I checked around and everything seems clean! No incidents so far!"

Finn stroke his chin. "No incidents…nothing…that might be too easy. Do you think they are waiting to attack?"

Synth had a thoughtful look. "I…erm…don't know."

"Just keep an eye out for anything."

"Yeah. Don't want to spoil the party for all."

Finn looked around to make sure that nobody was watching them before he leaned towards Synth.

"Do I look OK?" he whispered. "I-I want to make sure that I'm tidy and look good for Jazzy since…erm…I don't have any other clothes."

Synth guffawed before wrapping his arm around Finn's back. "No worries! Those are some dope clothing, bro! I like the bandanna and those fingerless gloves are whoop! Whoop!"

Finn raised an eye. "Y-You think so?"

"I do know so, Finny Boy. You two had some great chemistry over the past few months!"

Finn didn't retaliate, becoming flustered when thinking about Jazzy AND Synth's enthusiasm about his romance. "W-Whoop…whoop."

Synth just grinned and flew away, heading into the restaurant. Finn just stood there in silence, trying to process what just happened. He looked down and quickly rubbed his vest, wanting nothing to stick to it. Shaking his head, he went forward to the restaurant.

"He better be honest with me," he said to himself. [2s] [3]

The dining room of Chez Dente remained the same except that the utilizations and decorations were different. Most of the colors have a more purple, cyan and pink palette. It didn't appear as if the walls were painted, so that meant the Classical Trolls had used some of special lighting from the Rock and Techno Trolls. The tables had different sheets that were black with confetti patterns as if there was a birthday party. White ribbons were tied around in the room to show a little bit of the Pop Trolls' culture. The chandelier was actually moving around, leaving some wondering if some of the rebellious Trolls were riding on it just before.

The stage was the center of attention. It was empty, but it was covered in so much confetti and there were black curtains. It looked like some kind of neon light show. A row of lights hung above, shining cyan and pink spotlights. At the moment, it was starting to look like some kind of school prom night.

Bastille, Charleston and Finn managed to secure a table with four seats. One free seat was saved for Jazzy of course. Finn didn't want her to be left out or being forced to sit on the floor.

"So," said Charleston. "What shall we order for tonight? I think that they are going to make a new set of good food for everywhere here."

"I…don't have an idea about that," said Bastille. "Maybe we should take up some drinks first."

"I think I prefer water," mumbled Finn.

"How about taking some nice apple beer?"

"Wait, but that doesn't really taste nice. And isn't beer…erm…"

"Don't worry, mate. I doubt they will use that. Besides, a little drink won't kill anyone tonight, right?"

"But my aunt once told me to drink responsibly," said Charleston casually. "Her grandmother did the same before she died after being intoxicated and got into a cooking accident."

Bastille's smile faded away. That sounds messed up. However, he turned back to ordering a drink when he saw a waiter passing.

"Oh hey!" he called.

The waiter, a Classical Troll, turned to him, holding up a clipboard.

"What would it be tonight?" she asked.

"Maybe a round of tonight's special drink," said Bastille, checking the menu. "Which is…fruit cream juice?"

"So, one jug of fruit cream juice?"

"Yep. No need for more cups. We already have them."

The waiter nodded and flew away.

Finn groaned, rubbing his eyes. "OK. But don't go crazy on the drinks. Fruit cream juice might be like soft drinks."

Charleston saluted. "Yes, sir!"

"Do you hear me, Bastille?"

Bastille was looking at something else, seemingly distracted.

"Bastille!"

The Indie Troll yelped and quickly looked back. "Oh! Right! Right…"

"You saw something?" asked Charleston.

Bastille looked around. "I was just wondering where the ambassadors of the sub-tribes will arrive. We are waiting for them to appear to get the show started."

"Oh, look. Our tribes are here!"

Nearly the majority of the diners looked over to see the first leader parties of two sub-tribes to appear by the door. They started clapping and cheering with some even taking pictures with flash cameras. On one side was a group of Swing Trolls, all dressed in formal outfits and earth colors. The other side was a group of Indie Alternative Trolls dressed in smart casual clothes and grey, blue and green colors.

Bebop was in front of his group, wearing the same outfit. He looked smart and proud of himself, grinning all the way. Punk was wearing something that appeared to be like a school uniform; a blue shirt, a navy vest, a loose pink tie and a checkered red skirt. Both ambassadors and their posses walked slowly through the red carpet to admire the dining room.

"This is probably the most exciting night of our time!" said Bebop, already hopping around Punk in circles. "A really spectacular use of color, though limited. It is like a picturesque artwork that came to life on the book and taking over the people who look boring in real life!"

Punk was chuckling as if Bebop is her brother. "Uh-huh."

"This reminds me of my old school. Well, it is already torn down and thus I can't relive the experiences of having a great school party. Where we get our graduations, prizes and the delicious yummy hot ice cream to feast on."

"And does this also includes throwing tables around, swinging on that chandelier until it collapses and making the floor crack?" asked Punk.

Bebop halt. "That is not I remember back in my good old days."

"Just kidding you. I wasn't with you during that time."

"Huh. I thought you were one of my classmates before!"

The next group was the Hip Hop Trolls. One thing that makes them unique from the other Trolls is that their skin is covered in graffiti-like tattoos and have afro hairstyles. They all wore sweat or baggy outfits in several colors, but not like the rainbow colors Pop Trolls use.

In the front was the ambassador Smooth Move; a cool and calm leader. He has silver skin, yellow and black graffiti tattoos, yellow eyes and his black hair is styled in a temple fade with sponge twists. He also has black perma-stubble on his chin. He wore a blue zipped up jacket with a gold collar and yellow and black stripes, a pair of black pants underneath a pair of turquoise Bermudas with magenta and black designs. He had several golden accessories around his neck and wrists.

"Bruh," he said as he looked around. "This ain't a bad Pop-themed party and I didn't really expect this! I like to give credit for whoever is making this place bop."

One Hip Hop Troll leaned towards Smoove Move for a secret whisper.

"Dude," he said. "Do you think this place looks too cutesy?"

"Nah," said Smoove Move. "It looks fine. And it has some nice vibes all around."

"But Pop stole Hip Hop elements, dude."

The next group was a dazzling crew of Carnival Trolls; a colorful Brazilian group of Trolls with feathered tails and some of them having weathers attached to their arms. They looked like they just came back from a carnival with feathered clothing, festival bras or capes and dramatic makeup.

Their ambassador is the arrogant and stubborn Nigel. A white Carnival Troll with golden hair styled in a neat mohawk and green tail feathers. He wore a large white, gold and black triangular festival crown, yellow face paint over his eyes, two gold straps across his chest in an X formation with huge white feathered shoulder pads, a black and gold loincloth, black shorts with tears in them and several colorful bands wrapped around his arms and legs.

"I was hoping something more festive," thought Nigel to himself as he scanned the entire room. "But this feels more like a baby's birth party. What a rip-off. How much money did they spent to build all of this? At least everybody is dressed up which means something in this place."

A few of the Carnival Trolls ran past him and started to hop around. Those with feathers attached to their arms started to fly around like actual birds.

"Careful, you macacos!" informed Nigel. "You don't want to end up pecking somebody in the eye ever since we got here."

('Macacos' means 'monkeys' in Portuguese)

The last group to arrive was the French Trolls; a group of Trolls with stripes on their arms to separate themselves from others, though the stripes didn't hold a meaning to their culture. These royal figures chose to wear something that appeared to be military clothes that took elements from 1900 fashion with long coats and flowing capes that reached their knees.

In the front was their ambassador Jacques; prim, demeaning and strict. He has blue skin with red stripes over his arms that were covered by his sleeves, red hair styled in a back slick. He wore a large blue military coat that reached his knees, a black shirt underneath with brown straps around holding pockets, a black belt with a golden buckle, blue pants and a set of glasses.

"Can't this day get any worse?" he grumbled to himself. "This is the kind of place I would rather stay away. My superior is messing with me."

"He is not messing with you," said another French Troll. "We are just selected because we are great for the job."

"That is because I won the lottery."

"But you chose to look after us in TrollsTopia."

"Bah! This place better impress me or else, je vais avoir mal au dos."

('Je Vais Avoir mal au dos' means 'I will have back pain' in French)

The French royalty group passed by Bastille's table. Speaking of which, Bastille – having already seen the ambassadors of the five new sub-tribes in TrollsTopia – was daydreaming, looking blankly as if in a gaze. Unfortunately, he didn't notice that he was staring at a frowning Jacques.

"Oi!" he said. "Why stare at me for? You know it's rude!"

Bastille nearly jumped out of his seat, but he hoped that his scream didn't catch attention. "O-Oh, um…sorry. I was just…thinking about how the performances will go…I wasn't…really looking at you intentionally…"

Jacques scoffed. "I have no time for this, student. How does a disciplined kid learn how to be respectful to their elderlies?"

Bastille was about to answer before the French ambassador cut him off.

"By not nitpicking on his superiors."

Without batting an eye, Jacques and his posse left. A few French Trolls stared at Bastille as if he was weird while some were rolling their eyes at the behavior of Jacques. One French Troll hand gestured to them to stay away from him.

"What a beastly man," said Charleton.

"Who does he think he is?" grumbled Bastille.

"I am telling you," said Finn. "Bloody bludgers like him have a lot of privileges."

"You are one as well."

"Oh, leave him alone, Bastille. Blue jay has a point."

Finn glanced at Charleston before looking away. "Still…not my good nickname. Anyway, why were you staring at him, Bastille?"

The Indie Alternative Troll couldn't muster up an answer. "I was just looking around…"

"Is he always like this?" asked Finn to Charleston.

Charleston nodded. "Recently."

With all the five sub-tribes settled in for the night, the show was about to start. The waiters arrived, placing out the food and drinks for the diners. The room's lights dimmed down a little as all the spotlights turned to the stage. It was going to be an amazing night.

Meanwhile, outside, trouble was already sneaking out of the shadows…for the chaos to begin. [3s]

AN: When you leave things in the dust, watch out because trouble is going to find you...but I don't think we are going onto that in the next chapter because the next one is where we get to hear more about TrollsTopia, the sub-tribes and the re-introduction of Jazzy the Chess Master!

Branch's introduction in this chapter is similar to Poppy's, but I felt that this is longer than hers. I noticed that Branch doesn't get much screen-time as Poppy does, so FYI, both of them will have equal spotlight time, but Branch will have a much larger emphasis on their story arc. At first, I planned for someone else to talk to Branch and not Delta, but I thought screw it and I just used her. I could have stuck with Hickory, but...he may not have reasons to go there on his own. And Dickory is a...you know what.

Branch will still have his humiliating moments, but he will have more respect in this story and be in the right in some of the episodes.

MasterClass60 came up with the idea of one of Synth's quotes of this chapter. Try to find one and you will win an imaginary cookie; or you can ask her...I'm kidding. She suggested me to use the part where Synth compliments Finn's clothing.

And here, we are introduced to rest of the ambassadors for the other sub-tribes. The three new ambassadors you saw are all made by King Halloween.

Smoove Move is the ambassador for the Hip Hop Trolls, depicted as a cool, calm and sane troll, and would be voiced by Kevin Michael Richardson. He is this some sort of cool guy; the person you want to sit next with but the last person you ever want to get cocky with.

Jacques is the ambassador of the French Trolls, depicted as demanding, strict and greedy, and would be voiced by Stromae. He is probably this old angry, grumpy man who often puts up a displeased demeanor to everything he comes across. He is really prideful and high of himself, stubborn as always.

Nigel is the ambassador of the Carnival/Brazilian Trolls, voiced by Jemaine Clement. He is inspired by Nigel from the movie Rio, having this arrogant, dramatic and stubborn attitude. He often prides himself on his 'fabulous appearance' and his squad. Three guesses on what kind of disaster he might get himself into.

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