A.N. Here's another chapter for you all!
Two lone glitter trolls were in the treasury, writing things down in the ledgers.
One was white, while one was green.
The white one seemed to notice something in what the green one was writing down.
"Okay, which idiot here decided to ADD the numbers instead of SUBTRACT THEM? Do you see anyone, EMERALD?"
Emerald looked sheepish.
"That was, eh, me? Sorry Guy Diamond..."
Guy pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Okay, see here: WE are sabotaging the money ledgers to make it seem like the Buttons are decreasing in value. Is this decreasing?" he pointed to what his dim companion had written down.
"No..."
"Is this less than what we started with?"
"No..."
"IS THIS GOING TO MAKE THE BOSSES HAPPY?!"
"No..."
Guy sighed, seeming to calm down.
"You need to focus! And do you know what else you need?" he beckoned Emerald closer.
As soon as the green troll was close enough, Guy bonked him on the head.
"A BRAIN! The bosses are going to be here any second, and-"
The sound of footsteps interrupted him.
The two glitter trolls gasped, quickly erased Emerald's mistake from existence, and stood fidgeting in front of the table, just in time to see their bosses standing in front of them with their pet mantises, Bone and Crusher.
"Why, hello, mates..." a sinister male voice rang out, with a distinct British twang.
"How goes the sabotage?" the other said with the same accent, though this one was female.
"Uh, Master Creek and Mistress Stream! You're...back!" blurted out Emerald.
"How was your spiritual awakening journey?" continued GD, trying to make conversation.
"I'm sure it was-AH!"
The two trolls yelped and jumped back as the two mantises started hissing at them.
Creek and Steam rolled their eyes and walked away.
"I ask again: HOW GOES THE SABOTAGE?!" Stream whisper-yelled, turning back to their henchmen.
Guy and Emerald started, seeming to remember something, before beckoning the evil siblings over to the ledgers.
"All good!"
"Emerald's a bit behind due to a small mistake, but-"
"WHAT?" Stream started to approach the two glitter trolls, but her brother held her back.
"Please, Stream, calm yourself..." he chuckled.
"You always were the more temperamental sibling..."
Creek walked his sister away, and turned to her.
"They may have made an idiotic error, but that won't matter now, because...
We've been bowing
We've been scraping
We've been lying like a rug..." he sang, and Stream picked up.
"And for ten long years we've had to pay our dues!"
They turned to each other and sang in unison.
"But today we are escaping
for the value has decreased
The books were waiting there so how could we refuse?"
Stream started this time.
"We're returning home as heroes who've discovered mighty wealth-"
"-and what better husband could a princess choose?
I'm the suitor who will suit her, bring the village back to health..." smirked Creek, thinking of his so-called wedding to Poppy.
"And we'll rule the land for how could we refuse?
Raise every glass
and rouse every cheer!
Praise for the reigns of Creek and Stream are here!
Rulers in charge of all that we see
ALL. HAIL. WE!" the siblings sang.
"And by my marrying the princess
we'll get all that we desire
Like a moat, some ermine coats and palace views
Even though she treats me coldly
it's a sign of inner fire
For inside she's thinking "How can I refuse?" sang the purple male.
GD and Emerald looked at each other, not knowing how to break the news to the bosses.
Eventually, the white glitter troll decided to speak up.
"Right, except there's, uh, ONE little problem, Bosses?" he winced.
"King Creek and Princess Stream to you!" The siblings barked in unison.
Guy decided to blurt it out all at once.
"It's just that...thekinghasdecidedtomarryherofftothekingofthebergensnextweek."
Judging by the livid expressions on their faces, Creek and Stream heard every word.
Stream was the first to interrupt.
"WHAT?! MAKING A DECISION WITHOUT US?! WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?!"
"Uh, the king?" answered Emerald not-so-helpfully.
"YOU SIMPERING SIMPLETONS!" the siblings burst out, advancing towards their henchmen.
With each step forward they took, Guy and Emerald took a step back.
Eventually each had their hands around a glitter troll's neck.
"Well, he is the king! I mean, he's got a crown, a scepter, he rules over all the trolls, and-"
Emerald was cut off when the siblings tossed them aside like rag dolls.
"NO!" burst out Stream.
"WE WON'T LET GO!" returned Creek.
"THESE PEASANT TROLLS STILL HAVE THEIR GOALS AND WILL NOT RUN BECAUSE THERE IS ANOTHER BEAU!" sang out the furious female.
Her older brother, on the other hand, had pulled away, with a thoughtful look on his face.
He chuckled.
"Don't you fret, sister, since...
It's...a...TEMPORARY setback!
It's a MOMENTARY loss
but conveniently our egos do not bruise
And the moment that we get back
We will SHOW them who's the boss
You can bet your bullion there'll be no "I do"'s!
Seeing as his sister and henchmen still had blank looks, Creek sighed in frustration and continued.
"See, suppose the girl goes missing,
so Gristle says "Au revoir!"
Then we'll find her, bring her back, and make the news!
And King P will be so grateful
that he'll pledge the throne to us!"
Catching on, Stream finished off.
"And we'll humbly tell him, "How can we refuse?"
Creek took his sister's hand and gestured as if he could see it in front of them.
"When our ceremony's over
we'll arise and take the throne
and that nitwit pink princess can kiss our shoes!
For the kingdom and the castle will be ours and ours alone!
If the crown should fit then how can we refuse?"
All four trolls began to sing in unison.
"So get ready with the roses
and stand by with the champagne
when you've got a brilliant plan you never lose!
By the time this chapter closes
we'll be big as Trollaremagne!
It's a thankless job, but how can we refuse?"
The evil quartet gathered together for a big finish.
"HOW CAN WE REFUSE?!"
They cackled together but held their pose.
"How long do we have to stay like this?" asked Guy.
"One second, you nitwit, wait until the author's note!"
A.N. Well, what did you think? You know the drill: Read, Review, but NO FLAMES!
"Okay, now we can move," consented Creek.
"Good," said Emerald.
"I don't even know what an author's note is."