Branch and his brothers looked at their little sister when they heard her speak. She looked upset for some reason. "What's wrong?" Branch asked, concerned.

Willow chuckled nervously and walked over to Branch. "Can I talk to you alone?" she asked, looking at the others. Branch nodded, and the two walked over to a secluded area of the yacht they were still on. "What are you doing?" she hissed at him when they were alone.

"What do you mean 'what am I doing?'" Branch hissed back. "I'm inviting our brothers to see our home. You know, the thing we made for them?"

"You mean the thing that hasn't been cleaned in weeks?" Willow asked. "Not to mention their rooms, which haven't been touched in years. We can't show them that place. They're gonna think we can't take care of ourselves."

Meanwhile, John Dory and the others were watching the younger siblings argue. "Is it just me, or does Willow really not want us going to Pop Village?" Clay crossed his arms, watching the siblings.

"Maybe she's still mad at us," Bruce guessed. "And she doesn't want us in their home."

"But how are we supposed to make things right if she doesn't let us?" Clay frowned a little hurt.

"I don't think that's it," Floyd smiled as he looked at his little siblings. Willow looked over at them and gave a hesitant smile before turning back to Branch with a pleading look on her face. Branch just sighed and patted her on the head with a nod. Willow gave her brother a relieved smile and hugged him tightly.

"Whatever it is," John shrugged and motioned to their younger siblings. They were on their way back. "I think we're about to find out."

"Everything okay?" Floyd asked with a smile as the two youngest came back.

"Yeah," Branch chuckled sheepishly. "Sorry about that." He gestured to Willow, who was talking to her partners in a low tone. "Willow's going to go ahead of us to make sure things are okay back at home. Barb and Trollex will go ahead and get her home while we ride Rhonda. We've agreed to meet her there in three days."

"Are you sure leaving them alone is a good idea?" Clay asked, looking at the trio. "I still don't like them being alone together."

"They'll be fine," Poppy assured. She put her arm around Branch. "Besides, it's not like she's going to be alone with them. "They'll have Riff, and Tiny Diamond with them."

"Oh yeah," John Dory nodded. "I forgot about the little Trolling. He kept calling Willow 'Aunt.'" He grinned at the two mischievously. "Is he yours?"

"No!" Branch snapped blushing furiously. "We don't have any kids."

"He belongs to a friend of ours," Poppy said, blushing as well.

"Does she really need to go ahead of us to clean though?" Bruce asked, curious. "Your place can't be that bad, can it?"

Branch grimaced as he thought about Willow's argument. "It has been a few weeks since we've done any real cleaning. We had been so busy with the wedding planning, we hadn't thought about it." He looked at the brothers. "Willow's the main planner and baker for big events, and a royal wedding has been the biggest event yet."

"It can't be that bad," Clay shrugged. "We could get it all cleaned together."

"Yeah, we could," Branch allowed. He looked at his sister and sighed. She was still pretty stressed about the messy bunker and the state of the older brothers' rooms. "But she needs this. She needs to make sure the place is clean before she shows it to you, and I want to give her that chance."

"We'll give her the three days," Floyd promised. He placed a hand on his little brother. The other brothers nodded behind him. "Don't worry, little bro."

Branch nodded and watched as Willow walked up to them, Trollex in tow. Barb was in the background talking to a communicator. "You gonna head out?" he asked his little sister.

Willow nodded. "Yeah. As soon as Riff brings the Anglerbus down." She smiled at her brothers. "I'll see you at home then, yeah?"

"Sure thing, kiddo," Bruce grinned. He looked at Trollex, an unusually stern look on the usually laid-back Troll's face. "Take care of her now, you hear? I don't care if you're a king, or if you're my friend. She was drained too, so you better make sure she takes it easy."

Willow rolled her eyes. "I'm fine," she protested. She looked at her brothers. "You all were drained a lot worse than I was."

Before the siblings could argue more, Trollex chuckled. "Don't worry, man. We'll make sure she gets some rest." Willow pouted at his words but didn't argue with him. She knew it was pointless, he and Barb were pretty insistent on her taking care of herself. If they thought she needed to rest, she'd be resting.

Barb walked up to the group with a grin. "Alright, Riff'll be here in a little bit." She snorted. "He's not a fan of the plan changing and Tiny being on 'Riff guard duty' longer than planned."

Willow put her face in her hands. "Right, I forgot I had him doing that," she said, ignoring the confused looks on her brothers' faces. Branch chuckled at his sister. "Do you think if I bake him some brownies it would make up for it?"

"It should," Barb wrapped her arm around Willow's shoulders. "Tiny took his job pretty seriously." She looked up at the Anglerbus as it descended. "Looks like our ride is here."

Willow nodded and hugged Branch. "Thanks again for this, Branch. I owe you big time."

"Yeah you do," Branch muttered into the hug. "Ditching me to the big brothers who only just started kind of getting along? You owe me so much." He pulled away from the hug. "I am going to tell them so many embarrassing stories about you on this trip."

"You wouldn't," Willow narrowed her eyes. Branch gave her a challenging grin. She groaned, irritated. "Fine, whatever. Tell them all you want." She pulled Floyd into a hug. "Take care of yourselves, alright guys?"

"We'll be fine," Floyd grinned. "Get home safe, and we'll see you soon." He smirked at his little sister. "And don't worry. I'll stop Branch before he tells too many embarrassing stories."

Willow gave Floyd a grateful smile before turning to the others. "I'll see you all later!" She waved before running to join her partners on the angler bus.

Clay and the other brothers waved as the angler bus took off. "So," Clay grinned when the bus was gone. "What's this I hear about embarrassing stories?"

Branch grinned as they climbed into Rhonda, Viva, and Poppy quickly following. "Let me start with the time Willow met Poppy for the first time."

Poppy chuckled sheepishly. She remembered that story, and she wasn't looking forward to her sister lecturing her about wandering off into the forest alone.

Meanwhile, Willow was on the angler bus pacing. "Alright," She muttered. "There's so much I need to do. Dishes to do, I have to make sure there aren't any nuts in the bunker, Tiny has to be dropped off at home. I'm sure Guy is more than ready to have him back. Should thank him for trusting us with his kid while I'm at it."

"Ah, about that," Riff said with a sheepish grin. "Tiny Diamond was telling me his dad didn't know he came on this trip."

"Seriously?" Willow groaned. "Sounds like I'm going to need to apologize for Troll-napping instead. Fazzlefruit fudge might be a good idea. And then there's the cupcakes I owe Riff. I need fresh blankets and sheets for my brothers' rooms, and they all need a deep cleaning." She frowned in concern. "I also need to set up a system for if Floyd and the others need anything since the rooms are soundproof now. We'll need to make sure there's fresh food in the house." Willow groaned again, frustrated as she kept pacing. "There's just so much to do! Why couldn't I get more than three days? That's not enough time!"

"Relax, Popstar," Barb called from the couch where she was sitting with Trollex. "Everything will be fine." The two royals looked at each other in concern as their girlfriend kept pacing.

Willow shook her head. "No, these are our brothers," she protested. "They've never been in the bunker before, so it has to be perfect. If it's not perfect, they'll think we can't take care of ourselves. If they think we can't take care of ourselves," She tried to take a deep breath and grabbed at her hair. "They won't trust us anymore. And if they decide they can't trust us to take care of ourselves, they'll make us leave the bunker." The royals stood up in concern when she started hyperventilating. "We can't leave the bunker, it's our home!"

"Five things you can see," Trollex said, moving to stand by Willow.

"What?" Willow paused her pacing and shook her head. "I don't have time for this, Angel Fish. I need paper to write down a list of everything the bunker needs for our brothers to stay for a while." She groaned. "It would help if I knew how long they'd be staying, though."

"Come on, Sweet Beat," Trollex grinned and grabbed her shoulder. "Humor me. Name five things you can see."

"Fine," Willow looked around the angler bus. "The couch, Barb, you, Riff, and a guitar someone left in here."

"Now four things you can touch," Barb wrapped her arm around Trollex.

"The floor," Willow said, closing her eyes and breathing. "Trollex's arm, my hair, and the couch?" She felt the couch as Trollex gently pushed her to sit down.

"Doing good, Popstar," Barb smiled. "Three things you can hear. Tell us about them." The duo sat beside Willow, Trollex holding her head to his chest.

"Barb's voice," Willow muttered, her eyes still closed. "The wind outside the angler bus, and Trollex's heartbeat."

"Two things you can smell," Trollex grinned softly. "You're almost done."

Willow sniffed the air. "Trollex's cologne, and...peppermint?" She opened her eyes, confused. "Why do I smell peppermint?"

"That would be for the last thing," Barb chuckled, handing her a piece of peppermint candy. "One thing you can taste." Willow smiled at her girlfriend and took the piece of candy, putting it in her mouth. "Now, you feel better? A little more focused?"

Willow nodded. "I think so." She groaned. "But there's still so much to do!"

"How about we make a list," Trollex suggested. "We can prioritize the most important things and focus on one task at a time." He smiled at his girlfriend. "And remember, they're not going to try to take you away from your home. You and Branch have done an impressive job and they're going to love it, no matter how it looks."

"But what if they don't?" Willow asked, a desperate look on her face. "What if they take one look at our bunker and decide we're not fit to be on our own?"

"Then you'll prove them wrong," Barb shrugged, leaning on her girlfriend. "You're the Pop ambassador. You faced off against creatures at least ten times your height and won, you even survived being a rock zombie." She snorted. "Not to mention you literally just helped save your brothers from being drained of their talent and lives by two Pop-obsessed Mount Rageons. You can do anything, and if they can't see that, it's their loss."

"Maybe you're right," Willow sighed and leaned back, tired. "I just want them to be proud of us and what we accomplished, you know?"

"They will be," Trollex assured with a grin. "You and Dubstep have done so much for the Troll Kingdoms, it would be hard for them not to be. Be proud of what you've done. We are." He nodded to Barb and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. "Now, what are the most important things that need to be done tonight?"

"We need to get Tiny back to his dad as soon as possible," Willow nodded. "Especially since he didn't even know he was going on this trip. Then the cupcakes and fudge can be made while we write a list of groceries that need to be picked up and the nuts in the house are thrown away."

Trollex nodded and wrote it down. "That can be all we do tonight," he said, looking at his girlfriends. When Willow looked like she was about to protest, he held his hand up. "You're stressed out and exhausted," he reminded her with a gentle smile. "You're going to hurt yourself if you do more. We'll come up with more tomorrow after you're well-rested. And we'll only make a few plans each day and add more if we finish the list and we have the energy. This way, we can make sure we don't overdo it."

"You mean so I don't overdo it, right?" Willow raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her boyfriend. She rolled her eyes at his cheeky grin. "Alright," She rested her head against Trollex. "We'll do this your way."

"You weren't going to have much of a choice there, Popstar," Barb grinned before yawning. "We're taking care of you, remember? Now hush, I'm going to take a nap before we get there." She leaned against her girlfriend and closed her eyes.

Willow smiled at Barb and sighed. "Yeah, alright." She yawned and rested her head on Barb's. "A nap sounds pretty good right now."

Trollex smiled at his girlfriends as they started to doze off. "Don't worry, guys. Just rest up. I'll wake you up when we get there."

With BroZone

John Dory laughed with his brothers. "I can't believe she actually tried to make a waterslide. She was seven?"

"Yeah," Branch laughed and looked out the window. "It's funny now, but when it happened, she was so devastated." He sighed. "She really wanted that waterslide."

"I can't believe you built the hideout," Floyd smiled. "Is that where you two live?"

"We call it the bunker now," Branch smiled sheepishly. "But yeah. We're pretty proud of it."

"So you guys live underground?" Clay asked, concerned. "Is that safe? Everything's up to code and there won't be any cave-ins?"

Branch rolled his eyes at his brother's questions. He was about to retort when Bruce spoke up. "Of course it's safe, Clay. Willow said Branch was the village's safety inspector. They wouldn't live in something unsafe if that were the case."

Clay sighed. "Yeah, you're right." He smiled sheepishly at his youngest brother. "Sorry, Branch."

Branch gave Clay a tired smile. "It's fine. We're all still trying to get used to the people we are now." He looked up in surprise. "Willow talked about me? When did she do that?"

John Dory chuckled, sheepish. "Remember when we were all fighting in Rhonda?" At Branch's face, he continued. "It was after the others dragged you out." He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly nervous. "She uh, told us about Grandma and how you both had to grow up alone." He sighed. "I am so sorry I wasn't there sooner. I know I told you I came back, but it should have been sooner. Maybe I wouldn't have thought you all died if I had. Maybe you wouldn't have had to raise each other."

"Wait," Floyd looked up in surprise. "Grandma's dead? When did that happen?"

"About three years after you all left," Branch admitted. Poppy wrapped her arms around him in a hug. He relaxed into the hug. "I was singing, and I didn't notice the Bergen chef. She tried to warn me, but I couldn't hear her. She pushed me out of the way and took my place." He burrowed his head into his girlfriend's shoulder, tears running down his face. "I am so sorry. It's all my fault. You asked me to take care of her, and she died."

"Willow didn't say any of that," Clay muttered in shock. He sat on the couch beside Floyd as he tried to process what he was told.

"You've been through a lot, haven't you, Bitty?" John Dory placed a hand on Branch's shoulder. Branch looked at him, tears in his eyes. "You know it wasn't your fault, right?"

"I've been told that yeah," Branch nodded. He let John pull him away from Poppy into another hug. "It's hard to believe it sometimes, though."

"This is all my fault," Floyd realized. He looked at Branch, ready to cry. "I told you to take care of Grandma. I should have known you would take that seriously. It was never your responsibility to keep Grandma alive. It's not your fault she was eaten, and if she were around, I know she would tell you the same thing. I am so sorry I never came back. I should have come back."

We're all sorry," Clay added with a frown. "We shouldn't have left you for as long as we did. We should have come back." He sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. "I should have at least stopped by to check on you. I would have known what happened a lot sooner if I had."

Bruce nodded. "We all should have done more. It wasn't fair of us to never come back. You and Willow were babies, you should have never been on your own." He placed a hand on Branch's shoulder. "I know Willow said you guys don't need us anymore, but I'd still like to be a part of your lives if you'll let us."

Branch wiped the tears from his eyes and smiled at his brothers. "Yeah, I'd like that," he admitted. "I would love to have my brother's in my life again."

Three days later Willow found herself pacing outside of the bunker. "Relax, Popstar," Barb grinned. "You did everything you could for the bunker. Your brothers are gonna love it."

"I can't help it,' Willow sighed, her head in her hands. "What if something goes wrong? What if they gained a new allergy along the way and I end up poisoning one of them?" She stopped pacing. "What if Dr. Moonbloom freaks Floyd out so much he never leaves his room again?"

"Who's Dr. Moonbloom?" Trollex asked, surprised. "Because they should not be a doctor if they're freaking patients out like that."

"She's the best doctor we have," Willow shrugged. "I've been seeing her since I was a kid."

"Yeah," Barb looked at her concerned. "We need to get you guys some more doctors." She looked at their boyfriend. "Why haven't we done that yet?" Trollex shrugged. "Nevermind. The point is, your brothers are going to love what you've done. Try to relax a little."

"You're right," Willow took a deep breath and counted to ten. "Everything is going to be okay." Her ear twitched at the sound of an armadillo bus and she grinned. "Just in time too." She turned to see Rhonda barreling over to her. "Hey, Rhonda!" She pat the face of the armadillo bus. "Have they been treating you good, girl? You've been working so hard, haven't you?"

"You greet the armadillo bus before you greet your own brothers?" Clay asked with a grin. Willow responded by sticking her tongue out at the middle brother. "How's that for a welcome, guys?"

"Seems pretty normal for Willow," Branch smirked. "She likes critters more than Trolls."

John Dory grinned as he left the bus. "Sounds like we have a lot in common then." He looked towards the rocks. "So, where is this bunker you were talking about?"

"It's down here," Willow said after scanning her hand and eye. She opened the bunker door and invited everyone to climb in.

Poppy smiled and stepped over to the siblings. "I'm going to take Viva to see Dad." She gestured to her older sister. She seemed anxious for their meeting. "You guys will be okay, yeah?"

Willow smiled and hugged Poppy. "Yeah, we'll be alright. Go spend time with your family." Poppy nodded before grabbing Viva's hand and running off towards their father's pod.

When everyone was in, Bruce helping Floyd get down, Clay looked around. "No offense, guys, but Branch made this place seem a lot more interesting on the ride here."

Branch smirked. "This is just the entrance," he said, pulling the lever. He smiled sheepishly at Floyd. "Sorry about the climb down. I had the elevator fixed so it would meet at the top, but I guess it broke, so I'm going to have to fix it."

Floyd smiled. "It's fine, Branch. I can't wait to see what you've done with the bunker."

The group waited as the bunker made it to the living area. Branch held onto Willow's hand as they stepped onto the floor. "You ready?" Branch asked, looking at his little sister.

"Not even a little bit," Willow admitted. "But they're here, and I can't do anything else to make this place ready. Let's do this." She looked at the older brothers and plastered a grin on her face. "Welcome to our home."

The thing with the five senses is a very real thing people suggest doing if you're panicking or are in the middle of an anxiety attack. It helps me sometimes. Also, Willow may deny it every time someone asks, but she really wants her brother's approval. Next, we're gonna have some bonding time with one of the brothers. Not sure which one first though. See you next time everyone!