The sun was setting in the sky, casting a faint glow over the golf course where the Putt Putt trolls were filled with excitement, gathered together for their favorite game.

Viva, their spirited leader, stood at the forefront, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Alright, everyone! Let's get ready to roll!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.

At her words, the Putt Putt trolls lined up in a horizontal row at the starting line of the obstacle course, each one poised and positioned for action. In living in a golf course, the trolls found joy in setting up their own obstacles and performing races, and they would rotate turns on who would set up and prepare for the next race/obstacle course. This time, it had been Clay's turn. Before watching the movies, Clay usually didn't participate in these events as he worried that doing so would ruin his reputation as the 'serious' one. But now that he was trying to bring back his fun side, he readily offered to be the one to set up the course.

Standing beside his girlfriend, Clay stretched his arms and dropped to one knee, his hands on the ground, ready to spring into action at the sound of the starting signal.

Viva turned to Clay, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, Clay, think you've set up a course that can challenge me?" she teased, a playful smirk dancing on her face.

Clay chuckled, a competitive fire igniting within him. "Oh, you bet I have, Viva. Get ready to eat my dust," he responded, his grin widening.

Standing atop a platform, one of the Putt Putt trolls formed their hair to take on a horn shape, which they then blew into, signaling the start of the race. As the horn blew, the Putt Putt Trolls transformed into fluffy 'golf' balls and took off on the course, their vibrant colors blending into their surroundings as they sped through the intricate course, weaving between and leaping over various obstacles with expert precision. Soon, Viva and Clay took the lead, their competitive spirits fueling their every move.

Jumping over an obstacle, Viva gave Clay a playful wink as she zipped past him. "Come on, Clay! Is this the best you've got?" she taunted in midair before landing and forming back into a ball, zooming ahead of him.

Clay grinned, determination etched on his face as he sped up to catch her. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet, Viva! Just you wait!" he called back as he too jumped before forming back into a ball and sped after her.

As they raced, the Putt Putt trolls watching from the sidelines cheered them on, their voices blending together as they chanted their names in excitement.

As they approached the final stretch, Viva took on a sudden burst of speed, catching Clay by surprise as she crossed the line just seconds ahead of him.

"Woo-hoo! Yeah!" Viva cheered, jumping up in excitement while pumping her fists in the air in victory while Clay rolled up next to her, un-balling himself to catch his breath.

"Well, Clay, looks like your course wasn't half bad after all," Viva told Clay, a playful grin on her face.

Clay grinned, a sense of pride swelling within him. "Thanks, Viva. But don't think this means I'll go easy on you next time," he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"What! Yeah right," Viva scoffed, giving Clay a light teasing punch on his shoulder. "Want a rematch?"

"In a second. You can do a few runs without me."

"You sure?" Viva asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I just need a small break," Clay said, giving her a reassuring smile.

Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, Viva ran off to the start of the course, leaving Clay alone with his thoughts. He took a moment to watch the Putt Putt trolls as some raced through the course while others cheered from the sidelines before beginning to walk around the Hole N' Fun. Looking around the golf course, his eyes scanned the entirety of the home he and the trolls had built, from the lights strung up around the place to all their emergency hide-aways in case of an attack.

Most of his life has been spent living here alongside the Putt Putt trolls, and now that he knew he would soon be saying goodbye to it, an unknown fear had begun forming in the pit of his stomach. He didn't know why or what was wrong with him. Afterall, he should be overjoyed at the thought of leaving to go and live with his brothers. He knew that was what he wanted. But another part of him had lingering doubts.

During the movies, Clay had rebonded with his brothers. They apologized, made-up for lost time. But was it enough? They'd been separated for twenty years. Surely only a day together couldn't possibly heal all the hidden wounds that their separation had caused.

Right before they left the strange room where they watched the movies, Clay had felt so many emotions at once. Some were fears that his brothers might not come for him, others revolved around saying goodbye and not wanting to leave them again. But he also felt love and care for his brothers after years of not seeing them. Not wanting to leave without telling them this, he made sure to say goodbye to each of his brothers in turn, especially John Dory.

As kids, he and John always had the hardest relationship. It felt to Clay like he wasn't good enough for the band and that John would never accept him; those feelings stemming when John had made him dye his hair yellow and branded him with the 'Fun Boy' title. He thought John never took him seriously, didn't understand him, and that he only cared about the band and the 'Perfect Family Harmony.'

The night Clay walked out on his brothers, those thoughts and so much more were consuming him, filling him with hate toward his brothers. Since then, that hate had lingered inside him, causing him to fully push his brothers out of his life.

Reuniting with them had come as a shock, and only then did he realize he truly did love and miss them. But he also noticed that some of his scars from the past were not fully healed. He knew saying sorry was only the start of mending their relationship and that it would take more than a day to be on fully good terms with his brothers.

Once returning to the golf course, Clay had been trying his best to bring back his fun personality, believing that in doing so he would begin to bridge the gap between him and his brothers as he was accepting this side of him once again. But doing so was turning out to be harder than he thought. Much harder. For twenty years he has buried this side of him in hopes of not only being taken more seriously by others, but also to push his brothers out of his life. It was true; as a kid, he was the goof ball of the family. He was the one making pranks, coming up with silly dances, and always laughing and having a good time.

As Clay continued to stroll through the golf course, he couldn't shake off the weight of uncertainty that lingered within him. Yet, he also found some comfort in the familiarity of his surroundings - from the whimsical structures they had repaired/built to the high gates enclosing them in and keeping danger out. In just a few days, he'll be in a completely new environment; leaving behind the life he had built and stepping into a new chapter with his brothers. The prospect both thrilled and scared him. What if he couldn't fit into their lives, just as it had been all those years ago? What if the years of separation had created such a severe barrier between them, that they wouldn't be able to live together after all.

His heart ached with the weight of unresolved emotions and unspoken words. Sure, a lot had happened during the movies, but there was also a lot that hadn't. Especially when it came to Branch, who had no idea they were planning on reuniting with him. Clay longed for closure, for the chance to truly mend the bonds that had been strained for so long. Yet, he also feared the vulnerability that came with confronting the past, with exposing the scars that still lingered beneath the surface. He was afraid that in doing so, he would lose himself to his emotions.

Not only this, but he also feared about what he would be losing in leaving. After searching for acceptance for so long, Clay had finally found the Putt Putt trolls, who looked up to him as he co-ran the place with Viva. Here, he knew he had a purpose, that he was needed and wanted. But once they all left for Pop Village, that would go away. The Putt Putt trolls would look toward Queen Poppy for direction and guidance, they would rely on the other trolls and their lost family and friends for comfort. No longer would Clay be needed to keep everyone safe, for there was truly nothing to hide from anymore, not with the peace with the Bergens and the truce between the troll tribes. Clay wouldn't need to create or perform safety drills, come up with escape plans, or train everyone how to attack and defend themselves.

Gosh, he felt so stupid and selfish for thinking this. The Putt Putts deserved to be reunited with their family and friends back at Troll Village, he knew that. Here, they never truly had the experience of freedom as they are constantly on the lookout for danger and living in fear. No one deserved to live in that kind of way.

And even if he wanted to, he felt hesitant in bringing up these fears to Viva. Unlike him, she was beyond excited to leave. Now that she knew her family and friends were alive, and knew there was nothing to fear from the Bergens, she was ready to leave. Also, unlike Clay, Viva had no selfish desires in staying. Why would she? All she's done her entire life was put others first and take care of her people. As for Clay, he had walked out on his brothers just because of an argument. He hadn't even bothered going back and trying to repair the damage, he had instead focused on himself and his own feelings and wants.

As he wandered through the Hole N' Fun, lost in thought, Clay's gaze fell upon a familiar sight - a makeshift stage where the Putt Putt trolls would occasionally put on performances and concerts. Just the glimpse of it brought his mind back to the days of BroZone, when he would perform alongside his brothers. At first, it had been an enjoyable experience for the brothers, strengthening their relationships and bonding them together. But after time…that all fell apart as their minds shifted from each other to focus instead on things that really didn't matter.

Suddenly, he was jolted out of his thoughts as the lights around him began to flicker rapidly. It was the warning signal. Years ago Clay had come up with a warning signal to alert the Putt Putt trolls if danger was around, signaling to them to put the place on lockdown and get into their defensive positions. The signal had to be quiet though, so as not to alert the danger outside of their presence. As soon as the lights began flashing, the sound of laughter and cheers from the racing trolls immediately vanished as they all noticed the potential danger at hand.

Pushing his worries and fears aside, Clay ran over to the scout tower they had stationed by the gate, knowing Viva would arrive there as well if she wasn't already.

"Fern, what's going on?" Clay asked their scout on duty, who had been the one to flash the warning signal.

"A strange creature is approaching," Fern replied, giving him a steady look.

"Let me see," Clay said just as Viva approached, who was immediately updated by one of the trolls nearby on what was going on. Climbing up the gate to stand alongside Fern on the lookout perch, she handed him the binoculars she had been using, allowing him to better view their surroundings.

It was unusual for creatures to get close to the golf course, as those who lived nearby usually kept a good distance away. So, the only reason why someone would flash the warning lights was if the creature posed a threat and/or was getting too close, as the Putt Putt trolls liked to remain hidden and unknown from the outside world. It took him a moment, but he soon spotted the creature Fern had mentioned.

"Should we initiate a lockdown?" Fern asked Clay.

"No, I know who that is," Clay said, handing her back the binoculars as he was filled with nervous excitement. Turning his attention to the trolls gathered around, awaiting instructions, he assured them that there was no danger and asked a troll named Pollen to open the gates before using his hair to swing down to the ground next to Viva.

"Clay, what's going on?" Viva asked as soon as he landed, a worried look on her face.

"It's my brothers," he whispered back, not wanting other trolls to overhear them.

Viva gasped in excitement before rushing to the gates to welcome them, the other Putt Putt trolls still gathered around nervously, uncertain and confused about what was going on.

A moment later, Rhonda entered through the open gate, causing most Putt Putts to rapidly back up in fear and yell out in shock, startled by the strange and unfamiliar creature.

Bruce was the first to exit, shortly followed by Floyd and John. At the sight of other trolls, the Putt Putts momentary fear was quickly replaced with excitement and disbelief as they began talking amongst themselves about the unexpected visitors, sending curious glances at the three new trolls.

"Oh my gosh, it's so good to see you guys!" Viva squealed, and unable to contain herself, she rushed forward to hug each brother enthusiastically, causing the Putt Putts to continue whispering amongst themselves as they grew more confused about her reaction toward the newcomers.

"Does she know them?"

"Where'd they come from?"

"There are other trolls out there!?"

"It seems like she knows them…"

Oh man, we really didn't plan this well…Clay thought, overhearing the troll's questions as he approached his brothers.

"Clay!" John Dory shouted out enthusiastically at the sight of him, rushing forward to greet him.

"Hey John," Clay replied as his brother pulled him into a hug, smiling widely while trying to dismiss his earlier thoughts. His brothers were here…they had come…it was going to be okay…he had only been exaggerating…

"John Dory, you shouldn't be moving so fast yet," Bruce scolded as he and Floyd walked over to Clay, each giving him a hug in greeting.

"Wait, why? Did something happen?" Clay asked, looking at his oldest brother in concern, who opened his mouth to say something before being interrupted by Floyd.

"We can talk about that later," Floyd said, giving John a look who shut his mouth in disappointment, clearly excited to update Clay and not wanting to wait.

"Um…who are you guys?" a Putt Putt troll asked in confusion.

"And how do you know Clay and Viva?" another added.

"Oh, um, everyone, these are my brothers," Clay announced, gesturing to his brothers and deciding to cut straight to the chase.

At his words the Putt Putts confused looks switched to looks of delight and excitement.

"Brothers!?"

"Oh, this is so exciting!"

"He has brothers?"

"Too…cool!"

"Where'd they come from though?"

Chuckling lightly in amusement as the troll's words overlapped each other, Clay redirected his attention to his brothers. "We don't get visitors often…"

"I can tell," Bruce said, noticing the astonished looks on the Putt Putts faces.

"Alright, everyone! I know you guys have many questions and I promise we will answer them! But for now, they've had a long journey so let's bring out the works!" Viva announced to the gathered trolls, who began getting food out for the brothers at her words.

"Coming in hot!" a Putt Putt troll said, putting a large basket of fries in front of the brothers as numerous other foods were provided.

"Ooh, yum!" Bruce said, smacking his lips in anticipation as he picked up a fry and took a large bite, sighing in satisfaction as he chewed.

"Milkshakes, to celebrate!" Viva exclaimed as large milkshakes were brought out, running over to chug one down within seconds.

"Thanks Viva! This looks amazing!" Floyd said, smiling widely at Viva as she finished her drink.

"Of course! Ah! I'm so excited you guys are finally here!" Viva said, whispering the last part to the brothers excitedly so the other trolls didn't hear and get more confused as to how she knew of their arrival.

"We're glad to finally be here! Sorry it took so long. We had to…take care of a few things first," Bruce responded after swallowing a second bite, glancing over at John who was digging into some food.

"How have things been here, Clay?" Floyd asked his older brother, who had been watching Viva with an amused and loving expression.

"Hm? Oh, pretty great actually," Clay responded, redirecting his attention to his brothers.

"So Viva, how do you know them?" a troll named Rae asked.

"Oh…ummm…" Viva said, trailing off as she desperately searched for a response, recognizing her previous mistake in acting like she knew the brothers.

"I told her about them and showed her some pictures, so I guess she recognized them," Clay answered for Viva as he overheard the question.

"Oh, okay," Rae said, accepting the answer without much more thought, passing his response on to the others as Viva mouthed 'thank you' to him.

"Clay, you have brothers?!" a troll named Moss asked, looking at him curiously.

At her words he flinched slightly as he felt his brothers questioning gazes on him. "Uhh…yep. Surprise?" he said with an awkward smile while shrugging his shoulders.

Noticing how Clay was beginning to become stressed under all the looks and questions everyone was sending him, Viva quickly intervened. "Okay everyone, let's give Clay some time with his brothers. You can ask your questions to me or wait until later to ask him," she said, leading the trolls away to give the brothers some space and time together.

Sighing in relief, Clay turned around to face his brothers, though immediately regretted doing so as he saw their hurt and confused looks.

"You didn't…tell anyone about us?" Floyd asked, as John just stared at Clay with a curious and hurt expression.

"I-I did! Well, I mentioned you guys…occasionally…but-but that was before-" Clay rambled, not sure what he was trying to say/do. Assure his brothers? Comfort them? Have them stop looking at him like that?

"Clay, it's fine. I get it," Bruce said, giving his brother a small smile. "In all honesty, it was hard for me to talk about you guys too."

"Really?" John asked, turning to look at Bruce now instead of Clay. "Huh…"

"Anyway…" Floyd said, moving the conversation away from their current topic. "Looks like you guys have been busy," he said, gesturing toward the obstacle course set up.

"Oh yeah! That's one of our obstacle courses. We were racing before you guys arrived," Clay responded. Honestly, with his brother's sudden arrival and his train of thought before they came, he had forgotten about the obstacle course until now.

"You guys have races! That's so cool!" John said, staring at the course in excitement and longing.

"Don't even think about it JD, you're not racing," Bruce told him, giving John a stern look while he grunted in frustration.

"I'm fine! It's been a week!"

"It's been five days, John," Floyd said in a monotone voice, giving his brother an eye roll.

"What're you guys talking about?" Clay asked, completely confused by their words.

"We had an…encounter with Velvet and Veneer at Mount Rageous," Floyd slowly said.

"What!" Clay shouted in shock, giving John and Floyd a worried look. That certainly was not what he had been expecting to hear.

"Yeah! But don't worry! They're in prison now," John said, seeming excited to tell Clay what had happened once again. But before he could dive into the story, Viva approached them and began talking instead.

"Sorry about that guys," she said, looking behind at the direction she had come from before turning excitedly to the brothers. "Alright, I want to hear everything that's happened!"

"How about we go inside first?" Clay suggested, now that his brothers were finished eating.

"As long as it's not Clay's room, I'm fine with that," John said, giving Clay a teasing look.

"I actually moved out of the admin building," Clay responded, turning around to head toward Viva's place, the others following along behind him.

"Wait, what? Where are you staying now?" Floyd asked, while at the same time John whispered to Bruce "Looks more like a porta potty to me than an admin building," causing both older brothers to laugh in amusement.

"He's been living with me," Viva answered happily, skipping ahead of the brothers and leaving Clay to deal with his brother's confusion.

"You've…been living with…Viva?" Bruce asked slowly, repeating her words over in his head.

"Yeah, we're dating now," Clay casually responded.

"YOU GUYS ARE DATING!" John shouted in excitement, he, Bruce, and Floyd exchanging happy and excited looks with each other.

"About time!" Floyd added, laughing at Clay's expression at his words.

"When'd you ask her out?" Bruce asked, eager for the details.

"The night we got back."

"Oh…I see how it is. You just didn't want us around," John said.

At first, Clay took those words to be an accusation, but once he turned to see John's face, he could see his older brother's teasing and joyous expression and immediately felt relieved. Just a misunderstanding…

"Hey, I just wanted it to be more…private," Clay responded, choosing his words carefully.

"I'm proud of you, bro," Bruce said, giving Clay a side hug as they continued walking toward Viva's place.

Heading inside, they all sat down on Viva's white couch, the brothers (except for Clay) taking in their surroundings.

"Nice place, Viva. Or should I say, Clay and Viva," John said, giving the two a playful smile.

"Would you guys stop," Clay asked in exasperation, as Viva laughed. "Besides, Viva's the one who decorated it all. I only moved in a few days ago."

"Alright, so tell us everything!" Viva said, looking at John, Bruce, and Floyd eagerly, wanting to know about their journey since coming back from the movies.

As expected by Clay, John was the first to dive into the story, talking about his and Floyd's return to Mount Rageous, the sights he saw there, helping Floyd pack up, and their encounter with Velvet and Veneer. At that point, Floyd jumped in to explain their escape and travel to Vacay Island, as John was unconscious during that time and had no recollection of the events. Once he began talking about Vacay Island, Bruce joined in and began talking about his wife and kids, how Floyd currently had the title of favorite uncle, and how well John's recovery went. John then finished by talking briefly about their departure from Bruce's home and their journey here.

As his brother's finished, Viva and Clay both had surprised and astonished looks, staring at John, Bruce, and Floyd with wide eyes.

"Wow…that's a lot…" Viva said slowly, Clay nodding in agreement as he was still processing his brothers' words.

"I'm just glad Velvet and Veneer are in prison. We won't have to worry about them anymore!" Bruce declared, throwing an arm around Floyd as everyone hummed and nodded in agreement.

"Anyway, what have you two been up to?" Floyd asked, directing his attention to Clay and Viva.

"Honestly, not too much-" Clay began, until Viva cut him off.

"What're you talking about! We've done a lot! Though, certainly not as much as you guys. We started dating, built an obstacle course, had races, talked about what moving to Pop Village will be like, made candy necklaces which we haven't really finished yet, and…well, actually I guess that's pretty much it," Viva quickly said without pause; Clay sending her an amused expression while his brothers tried to catch and understand what she was saying.

"Oh yea! Pop Village! What're we going to tell the Putt Putt trolls?" Floyd asked Bruce and John, remembering they were supposed to convince them it was no longer dangerous outside.

At Floyd's words, Clay felt all his previous worries and fears rush over him, pounding in his chest as if wanting to escape and reveal themselves to everyone in the room. Taking a deep breath, Clay closed his eyes for a brief second to calm himself down. Nothing's wrong…everything's fine…moving is the right thing to do…

"Hmm…we could say we're from Pop Village?" John suggested.

"No, we don't want to lie," Bruce said, shaking his head at his brother's words.

"Well then how are we supposed to tell them about the peace with the Bergens?" John asked, a little annoyed that his idea was immediately brushed off.

"Maybe you don't have to," Clay said, causing everyone to send him confused looks.

"Clay, they're here to try and get everyone to move back with their family and friends. The whole point is for them to mention the troll's truce with the Bergens," Viva said.

"Yes, but just hear me out. Obviously they shouldn't lie about being from Pop Village, because eventually the Putt Putts might learn otherwise and questions will arise. That can be avoided. Instead, what if just you and I leave first. We can put Ty and Fern in charge until we come back, and we'll tell everyone that we're going to go and make sure Pop Village is safe. We'll say my brothers told us that they heard rumors about the Pop Troll's escape from the Troll Tree, and we'll go ahead to see if it's true," Clay told Viva.

"Yes, but, we already know that's true," Viva said, still slightly confused.

"We do, but the Putt Putts don't know that. And we shouldn't have my brothers lie about where they're from. Besides, us going first will give us time to reunite with Branch and Poppy on a more private level and explain to them about your escape from the Troll Tree. Afterward, we can come back for everyone, tell them everyone's alive and made it out of the Troll Tree, bring up the peace with the Bergens, and then begin the moving process. It'll help the moving transition be smoother too," Clay said, desperate to convince Viva to hold off on the Putt Putts moving. He wasn't ready yet…

Viva took a moment to consider his words before responding. "I…suppose that makes sense," she slowly said, slightly disappointed as she really wanted her people to reunite with their family they'd been separated from.

"I like it, Clay!" John said, agreeing with his brother.

"It will let us focus more on our reunions with Branch and Poppy as we won't have to worry about helping everyone move into Pop Village. And we'll be able to tell Poppy about the Putt Putt trolls, allowing her to make more room for them. Besides, us arriving with all the Putt Putt trolls will make traveling take longer and may stress Poppy out with the sudden change," Bruce added, also in agreement with Clay.

At his brothers' words Clay sighed in relief. He knew he was being selfish, again, but he honestly didn't feel ready to officially move yet. At least now he knew he had more time before saying goodbye and…losing everything he had worked toward over the years. Looking up, Clay noticed Floyd had been watching him with a concerned and confused expression. Giving his brother a quick smile, he quickly looked away to focus his attention back to the conversation at hand.

"Aright, fine. We'll do that instead," Viva said, giving Clay a soft smile. "So when should we tell everyone and leave?"

"We can tell them tonight if you want. As for when we leave, I wouldn't mind spending the night here, if you two are okay with it. A proper bed would be nice," Bruce said, while John gave him a fake offended look.

"What'd you mean? Rhonda has proper beds."

"She has couches, John Dory," Bruce responded, giving his brother an eye roll.

"And a pull-out bed!" John added in defense.

"She has a pull-out bed! How come you didn't tell me about that?" Floyd asked, finally pulling his gaze away from Clay to instead look at John.

"Uh…I was unconscious."

"Guys, are we going to do this or not, because my people are really wanting the answers I promised them," Viva said at the doorway, waiting for the brothers to get up and join her.

Once outside, Viva and Clay began gathering all the Putt Putt trolls for a village meeting while John, Bruce, and Floyd waited until everyone arrived, discussing with each other what exactly they were going to say.

Clearing his throat, Bruce was the first to address the gathered crowd. "So, as you guys already know, we are brothers of Clay. My name is Bruce, and this is my older brother John Dory and our younger brother Floyd. We have another brother, Branch, who is not with us right now. Up until recently, we believed our youngest brother to be dead, until we heard about the Rock Apocalypse."

Following his words, the Putt Putts whispered amongst themselves in confusion, as they had never heard of rock before, let alone a rock apocalypse.

Stepping forward, John continued where Bruce left off. "There are six different types of music: Hard Rock, Classical, Funk, Techno, Country, and Pop, which is us. The Rock Apocalypse was when Queen Barb of the Hard Rock Trolls went on a world tour, stopping at each troll village to get hold of their musical string in an attempt to unite the world under rock and turn everyone into rock zombies. However, Queen Poppy of the Pop trolls managed to stop her."

At those words, gasps of shock went up from the crowd, many of the trolls sending Viva surprised looks as they began whispering to each other.

"Poppy? Isn't that Viva's younger sister's name?"

"Is he saying what I think he's saying?"

"Did the others make it out of the Troll Tree?"

"From what we heard," Floyd said, silencing the crowd as he regained their attention. "The Pop trolls managed to escape the Troll Tree the night of your escape during Trollstice, with Poppy now being their Queen and our brother, Branch, living among them."

Cheers and cries of joy erupted from the crowd, the Putt Putt trolls looking at each other with disbelief, relief, and excitement on their faces.

"They're alive!"

"I can't believe it…"

"After all this time, they're actually out there!"

"Does this mean we can leave and reunite with them?"

"Is it safe?"

"After discussing with Viva," Clay announced, capturing everyone's attention once again. "We've decided that it would be best if us two were to travel with my brothers to ensure the rumors are true and that they did indeed escape the Troll Tree before any further action is taken. When we return, we'll update you on what we find and if the rumors are true, then Viva and I will lead you all to Pop Village where you can be reunited with your tribe, family, and friends."

Excitement buzzed in the air, happy chatter and conversation following Clay's words as the Putt Putt trolls couldn't believe what they were hearing. For years now they've been living and hiding in fear from the Bergens, believing everyone else to be dead. Now, for once in their lives, they had hope that they might be able to leave and return to their home.

"What about the Bergens?" one Putt Putt troll called out.

"We'll learn about that too. But if our tribe is still alive, then we're going to make reuniting with them our first priority, even if that means Bergens might still be around," Viva answered, wanting to prepare her people to some degree of living around Bergens. "While we're gone, Ty and Fern are going to be put in charge." At those words, Ty and Fern stood taller in the audience at their recognition, giving Clay and Viva nods of assurance. "I have full faith in them to keep everyone safe, and I promise that Clay and I will try to return here in less than a month. We plan on leaving in the morning, so until then, we'll be packing, answering any questions you guys have, and taking care of any last minute details. Thank you guys!" Viva ended, dismissing the trolls who began dispersing, talking amongst themselves excitedly at the prospect of living back at their home with their friends and family they've been separated from for so long.

"I think that went well," Clay said, giving Viva a smile.

"Me too," she sighed in relief. "Well, I'm off to go and talk to Ty and Fern! You wanna walk around with your brothers and answer any questions the trolls might have? I really don't want to leave until their confusion is cleared up."

"Of course," Clay responded, giving her a quick kiss before they each went their separate ways, his brothers following him into the crowd and thankfully not teasing him about the kiss.

The brothers spent the next few minutes answering questions from the trolls, such as 'Do you really think they're still out there?' 'How is it possible that they escaped?' 'Do you think they still remember us?' and 'Why haven't they come looking for us?' As Clay and his brothers continued to provide answers and reassurances, the Putt Putt trolls gradually grew more comfortable with the idea of leaving their hidden sanctuary, excitement and joy filling them instead. However, the next question they were asked they most certainly were not prepared for.

"Are you guys BroZone?" a troll named Desiree asked, the direct question taking the brother's completely off guard. "I recognized you guys after you introduced yourselves. Except for you, Bruce. I thought there was a brother named Spruce?"

"Uh…well…" Bruce began, unsure of how to respond as he was still surprised by the fact this troll knew and remembered their band.

"He changed his name," John answered, Bruce shooting him a grateful look.

"Ah," Desiree said.

"How do you know about our band?" Floyd asked.

"Well I haven't lived here all my life you know. You guys were the biggest boy band there was when I was a kid! It was all my sister and I would listen to. If only she were here; she'd be so jealous I'm meeting you guys," Desiree responded in excitement.

"Where's your sister?" John asked, before receiving small glares from his brothers and recognizing his mistake.

"It's alright, I'm not offended," Desiree said when she noticed John's apologetic look he sent her. "I got separated from her during our escape from the Troll Tree. I haven't talked about her in a while, it was too painful before. But now that there's a chance and possibility that she's alive…I just…can't wait to leave and see her again!"

"What's her name? Maybe we can find her for you when we find the village," Floyd asked her, wanting to help in any way he could.

"Her name's Harper, and she loves to color and paint. Oh, could you tell her about me if you see her?!" she pleaded with Floyd, overjoyed at the thought.

"Of course," Floyd responded with a smile, before being tackled in a hug by Desiree a second later.

"Oh thank you, thank you! Also, if it's not too much to ask, do you think you guys could perform a song for us? I'd love it if you could, you guys are amazing!" Desiree asked, pulling away from Floyd to give the brothers a hopeful look.

"Uh…" Clay said, taken by surprise once again by another one of her questions.

"We'd love to!" John exclaimed in excitement, causing Clay to shoot him a nervous and shocked look.

"Yes!" Desiree squealed, before turning around and projecting her voice to all the trolls. "Hey everyone! Clay and his brothers are going to perform a song for us! They're BroZone!"

"John, what are you doing?!" Clay hissed at him, as all the Putt Putt trolls shouted in excitement and anticipation, heading over to their makeshift stage.

"What?" John asked, confused by Clay's reaction.

"We haven't performed together in years! How do you expect us to pull this off?" Clay whispered angrily at him. He wasn't ready for this. They had no time to prepare, and the last show they did together did not end well.

"We seemed to do fine in the movies," John responded, not understanding Clay's attitude, as he was excited by the thought of performing alongside his brothers again.

"John, those were movies," Bruce added in, jumping into the conversation. He too was slightly nervous at the idea of performing so soon and unannounced.

"They weren't just movies, they were our future!" John said, trying to defend himself.

"Guys, maybe it won't be so bad. We could give it a go," Floyd suggested.

"Well, it's too late to not do it now, as everyone's expecting a show," Clay growled, gesturing toward the growing crowd around the stage.

"Hey, I'm sorry! I-I thought you guys missed performing," John said, feeling bad about pressuring his brothers.

Before anyone could respond, Viva approached the brothers, a confused look on her face. "Clay, what's going on? What's this talk about you guys performing?"

"Well, someone recognized us from BroZone and asked us to perform, but before talking about it first, John just said yes right away, and now everyone's wanting to see us perform," Clay told her, sending a glare toward John. He could not deal with this right now…

"Guys, please, let's not argue," Floyd said, nervous about a fight ensuing.

Taking a deep breath, Clay took a moment to calm down and recenter his thoughts. It would be fine. It was just one song; he could do one song with his brothers. "Alright, fine. You're right Floyd. Let's just…get this over with," Clay said, walking away from his brothers and heading toward the back of the stage.

Looking nervously at each other, the brothers followed Clay backstage while Viva went to the front, as she would be the one to introduce the brothers.

"Clay, I'm really sorry. I had no idea-" John began, before being interrupted.

"I said it's fine. Let's just…pick what song we're going to sing," Clay said, his anger ebbing away as nerves replaced it, his heart pounding in his chest. It was one song that divided them in the first place. What if something went wrong and they decided to separate again. No, that wouldn't happen. Right?

"Okay guys, I'm sorry for dropping the bomb on us like that and not giving us time to prepare. But what song do you guys think we should do?" John asked, looking at each of his brothers in turn. Bruce looked nervous but also slightly excited, Clay only looked nervous, and Floyd seemed happy to be performing with everyone again.

"Well, what's a song we all remember the lyrics to and the choreo?" Bruce asked.

"We could do 'Perfect?'" John suggested, then immediately regretted saying that.

"Are you serious?" Clay hissed.

"Yeah, we're not doing that," Bruce said.

"Probably not the best option," Floyd added, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Alright, I have an idea…" Clay sighed, knowing there was no way he was getting out of this so he might as well provide some idea of what they could do.