Branch held Clay's Fundedrawers above Rhonda's head, who led them to an abandoned Bergen Golf place. "What is this?" Bruce asked.
"Looks like a golfing place for Bergens?" Poppy said.
"Clay!" John exclaimed once he saw his brother after Poppy was introduced to her long lost sister. She had apparently escaped last with Clay and a few other Trolls after the Last Trollstice when they had escaped the Troll Tree.
"John," Clay said seriously, still shaking Bruce's hand.
"W-what happened to your...your happy greetings?" John asked, upset. Clay shrugged. "You just...don't deserve one, John. Plus, I'm Serious Clay now."
"What?" John asked.
"What about the Rusty Robot?" Poppy asked. She paused. "Who am I kidding?" she asked, giggling nervously. "You don't just ask someone you met twenty minutes ago to do a dance for you! That's...that's crazy!"
"I don't do the Rusty Robot anymore. Now, it's just the Well-Oiled Robot," Clay said, doing the Rusty Robot dance move he made up, expect ending it without a smile. Poppy seemed a little disappointed.
"Clay?" John asked. "You? Serious?"
"Yeah, serious!" Clay replied. "If I wasn't serious, would I have chosen that place to be my house?" Clay pointed at a small, narrow, broken down, wodden building with a single light on the front, built like a cartoon house.
"Plus, he does the taxes," Viva said.
"I do the taxes!" Clay said, proudly.
"Viva!" Poppy said, breaking the tension. "We totally have to hang out!"
"Yeah!" Viva agreed, enthusiastically.
Poppy and Viva ran away, Branch and Bruce agreed to hang out, away from John, a little, while Clay stared at John, an expression of irritation on his face. "So...John," Clay said. "How've things been?"
"Is that sarcasm?" John asked.
"Maybe a little," Clay said.
"I actually have a problem," John said.
"Can't be any bigger than this problem," Clay said.
"Clay! This isn't about you guys!"
"Oh?" Clay said, raising an eyebrow. "So it's about you again?"
"Yes!" John cried. "I mean yyyyyyyyyy...YES! Okay? Yes! It is about me!" Clay flinched at John's reaction. "Look, I have a problem and it keeps getting worse and I'm sure you've figured it out by now, Mr. Smarty Pants!" John cried.
Clay stared at him. "Did you get cursed?"
"I don't think so," John said.
"Seems like it."
It took a little convincing to allow Viva to let them leave, as she didn't want Poppy to leave, since the Bergens lived outside their home. Poppy tried hard to convince her to come with them, Branch even tried a little before he gave up once the doors open, but Viva was too stubborn to leave. Poppy had left her scrapbook behind for Viva, on the closed doors of their home.
"Alright, gang!" John said. "We have a very important mission to free Floyd and there's only one way to get this right, the Perfect Family Harmony."
"Are you sure?" Branch asked. "'Cause the last time we tried that, we broke up."
"Yes, I'm sure," John said, frustrated. "Stick to the program, Branch. Only a Perfect Family Harmony can break diamond, like what Floyd is trapped in."
"Geez, I'm sorry I asked," Branch said, rolling his eyes.
After a moment, the entire group, including Poppy, had puffy jackets on, and BroZone had on their original, white clothing they used to wear. John managed to convince Branch to put a diaper on and his old shades. He was not too pleased.
"Well, there she goes," they started singing in the back of Rhonda, whose stopped. "On the floor, let's do this, no more talking. Did anybody notice the energy just shifted when we dropped in."
"Mmm, let it drop in," Clay added.
"I don't flex but I might. Groove about to take flight. 'Cause the night is young and the music's on, and we got love on sight," they sang together again.
"The sky is the limit," Branch sang. "Now, the stars where we livin'. It's the vibe when we let in. It'll blow your mind."
"It's so perfect, perfect, perfect," they sang together again. "One hundred percent. Put us together, you know what you get. It's so perfect, perfect, perfect. Harmony's so cold. And, you'll never, ever want to let it goo..." They began to float for a moment, colored lines coming from their bodies, before John stopped them. They fell back onto the couch.
"Clay, you're..." John started, before failing to get the words out. "You know what? This isn't going to work."
"I wonder why?" Bruce asked.
"Yeah, John!" Clay agreed. "You're the one whose always pushing us around!"
"Well, I'm the leader! I have ttttttt-" He stuttered. "I'm the leader!" he repeated.
"What the heck is wrong with you?" Clay asked. "First, you put yourself in charge," he counted on his fingers, "tell us we're not good enough for you, and then...you're being weird about telling us!" Clay threw his hands into the air.
"What's wrong with you?" Bruce asked.
"Well, I have to take care of Branch!" John cried. "He's the youngest! And all of you are younger than me so that leaves me to take care of you!"
"Enough!" Branch snapped. "All of you are the same! I'm an adult, just like the rest of you! You all treat me like a baby still, but I'm not!"
"Branch!" John yelled back. "You are the baby of the family-"
"Not anymore!" Branch yelled. "I had to grow up once you guys left! And then once grandma got eaten, I had to grow up faster, by myself, without anyone to care for me!" Branch crumpled a paper, tossed it onto the floor, and walked out the door. Poppy followed him.