Branch was nestled comfortably in his bed, enjoying a rare moment of peace. The morning sunlight trickled through the cracks in his shutters, casting warm streaks across the room. All was quiet; until two cold eggs splatted directly onto his eyes. "Wha-?! Who did that?!" Branch shouted, bolting upright and frantically wiping at the gooey mess.

As if on cue, a familiar figure floated into view, humming a cheerful tune. "It was… me," Cloud Guy announced smugly, grinning as he whipped up breakfast food right on Branch's bed.

Branch groaned, his moment of peace obliterated. "Cloud Guy, what do you want?!"

Cloud Guy gestured theatrically as if presenting a grand gift. "It's our annoyversary, bud! A day to honor me harassing you. And what better way to celebrate than breakfast in bed?"

Branch's glare could have melted glaciers. Before he could protest, Cloud Guy leaned in and kissed him—not with lips, but by morphing into a mass of warm hashbrowns and pressing himself against Branch's face. Disgusted, Branch shot out of bed, swiping at the greasy remains. "You serve breakfast in bed, not make it in bed!"

Cloud Guy floated up and shrugged. "Heh. You say hashbrowns, I say haishbrowns."

Branch's patience snapped. "NO ONE SAYS HAISHRBOWNS!" he roared, just as Cloud Guy retaliated by flinging breakfast food at his face. The bacon landed as eyebrows, the eggs as eyes, and the hashbrowns as a scruffy beard. Branch stood there, livid, breakfast clinging to him like a grotesque mask.

Minutes later, Branch stormed through the bustling Pop Village Market, still wiping crumbs off his face. Of course, Cloud Guy was floating along beside him, humming cheerfully. "Ah, what better way to celebrate our special day than a stroll down Irritation Lane?" Cloud Guy said with a wistful sigh. He pointed dramatically. "Look! That's where you gave me your first eye roll. And over there, you said those three little words."

Branch's expression darkened as he grabbed Cloud Guy by the… well, whatever clouds have for collars. "You. Are. Infuriating!" he growled through gritted teeth.

Cloud Guy sniffled dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. "Aw, you remember! Best anniversary ever!" He wriggled free from Branch's grasp just as Poppy bounded into view.

"Annoyversary?! What's that?" she asked, tilting her head curiously. "Never mind! It has 'versary' in it, so I'm getting you a gift!" She clapped her hands, her excitement bubbling over. "This is gonna be so fun!" And with that, she skipped off into the market.

Branch turned back to Cloud Guy, his face etched with exasperation. "Listen up, you be-socked puff of vapor and cheap gags, I am not…"

Cloud Guy cut him off, slapping a hand over his mouth. "Hold that rant," he said, his tone oddly serious. Then, without explanation, he zipped away into the distance.

Branch blinked, stunned. "Huh?"

Meanwhile, not far away, Laguna was brushing off an intriguing object she'd found buried in the dirt. She blew away the last bits of dust, revealing an ancient, gleaming disco ball. Her eyes widened in awe. "An ancient Pop Tribe disco ball!" she gasped, cradling it as if it were a priceless artifact. "So rare and preserved and…" Her voice trailed off as the disco ball shifted in her hands, growing a pair of eyes and a mischievous grin.

"…oozing with charm," Cloud Guy finished for her.

Laguna recoiled, dropping the "artifact." "Cloud Guy, not again!" she groaned.

Branch arrived just in time to witness the exchange. "You two know each other?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Laguna crossed her arms. "Unfortunately, yes. I'm all too familiar with this particular example of cloudicus irritatem."

Cloud Guy chuckled, clearly delighted by her irritation. He extended a hand toward her. "Down low?"

Laguna gasped, eyeing his wiggling fingers suspiciously. "Note to self: Must not engage the cloud. He will simply pull his hand away and say, 'Too slow.'"

Cloud Guy's face appeared in her notebook, smirking. "Interesting theory," he teased.

Growling, Laguna tossed her notebook aside. "But you're the type of Troll who can't resist testing a hypothesis, can you?" he added, his tone as sweet as syrup.

"Laguna, don't!" Branch warned.

Cloud Guy turned on the charm, his eyes growing impossibly wide and sparkly. "Do it," he whispered, egging her on.

Laguna's resolve wavered. She whimpered, then let out a scream as she lunged forward to slap his hand. Time seemed to slow as Branch shouted, "NOOOOOO!"

Cloud Guy, of course, yanked his hand back at the last second. Laguna toppled forward, landing unceremoniously on the ground. "Too slow!" Cloud Guy cackled, his laughter echoing through the marketplace.

Branch sighed, dragging a hand down his face. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with that annoying cloud. Suddenly, Cloud Guy zipped away and Branch went after him. He then found Cloud Guy harassing Floyd and Hickory. The two of them were trying to have a picnic but Cloud Guy made it rain on them, causing Hickory to try fighting Cloud Guy. Floyd on the other hand was completely angry. Branch had never seen Floyd so angry; not even towards their brothers since he was always the peaceful one.

Branch walked up to Floyd who was covered in cake frosting from Cloud Guy throwing cake at him. "Floyd, you ok?" Branch asked.

"I'm fine, Branch. Just annoyed by this puff of vapor and gags." Floyd stated, wiping frosting off his face.

"So you and Hickory know Cloud Guy?"

"Unfortunately," Floyd answered, then he looked at Branch with worry. "B, don't tell me Cloud Guy bugs you too."

"Sadly yes." Branch explained, "And he acts so friendly and harmless around Poppy and everyone brushes it off as just Cloud Guy but he annoys me to the point where I wanna…"

"Strangle that cloud into oblivion." Both Floyd and Branch said in unison.

That caught Cloud Guy's attention then he wrapped his arms around Branch and Floyd. "Nice one, did you two rehearse that?"

Floyd whacked Cloud Guy's hand away and glared at him, "Stay away from me and my little brother."

"You're both on my list? Oh, this is the greatest day ever! It's like a family reunion of aggravation." Cloud Guy said with glee, "I really gotta thank Poppy for this whole "TrollsTopia" thing. Having all my favorite Trolls in one place is really gonna cut down my commune."

That made Floyd and Branch look completely shocked. Cloud Guy had annoyed more than just them and Laguna. As the morning sun painted the sky in soft hues of gold, Branch and Floyd found themselves seated in Branch's bunker. Floyd's irritation mirrored Branch's as he recounted his history with Cloud Guy. "I still can't believe that sock-wearing puffball has been annoying you too," Branch muttered, leaning forward.

Floyd crossed his arms, his jaw tightening. "Not just me. Hickory, too. He crashed one of our picnics once. Turned the sandwiches into sock puppets. Hickory had to hold me back from trying to punch a cloud."

Branch blinked. "Wait. You tried to punch him?"

"And I would've landed it if Hickory hadn't tackled me," Floyd grumbled. "He's got this way of getting under my skin. It's like his life's purpose."

Branch sighed deeply. "Welcome to my world."

The brothers sat in silence for a moment, their mutual frustration palpable. Then, Branch's face lit up with a grim determination. "If Cloud Guy's been targeting you, too, maybe we can pool our knowledge and finally get rid of him."

"That sounds like a plan," Floyd agreed, his tone sharp. "But how do we take him down?"

Branch leaned back in his chair, tapping his chin. "We need backup. If we all share what we know, we might be able to find his weakness."

With a quick nod, the two set out to rally a team. Later that day, Branch and Floyd gathered Laguna, Holly, Dante, and Lownote Jones in the bunker. Branch stood at the head of the table, Floyd leaning against the wall with crossed arms, glaring at the door as if expecting Cloud Guy to burst in at any moment. "Hear ye, hear ye," Branch declared, his voice solemn. "I call the first meeting of the United Council Against Cloud Guy to order. All of us are victims of his antics, yes?"

Laguna nodded. "That is accurate."

"More than accurate," Floyd muttered, his eyes narrowing.

Branch clapped his hands. "Good. If we share what we know, together we can beat Cloud Guy."

Holly sighed, leaning forward. "All right, I guess I'll share, y'all. I remember the first time Cloud Guy drifted into town…"

Holly recounted the tale of Cloud Guy sabotaging her pageant. The group listened intently as she described his exaggerated hair and how he stole her victory just to mess with her. That got her worked up and Floyd had to calm her down. Branch then turned to Lownote. "Lownote, surely he didn't get the best of you. You're the coolest Troll alive."

Lownote chuckled. "You got that right, baby." His tone suddenly shifted to a loud, angry shout, breaking his glasses, "EXCEPT WHEN IT COMES TO THAT CLOUD!"

The group jumped as Lownote calmed himself, grabbing a new pair of glasses. "Sorry. It's just… I've suffered from his aggravations too many times."

Dante groaned, throwing his hands in the air. "Bah! This is futile! No one can best that loathsome cloud. No one!"

Floyd suddenly remembered the one person who was able to turn the tables on Cloud Guy once. Floyd brought the group to Rock Hollow, where they found Val lounging in her cave. "Cloud Guy?" Val said, looking up lazily. "Oh, yeah. He tried to play his little games with me once."

She recounted how she had once shut him down with her signature icy glare, leaving him frozen and shattered into pieces. "Wait a second," Floyd interjected, raising an eyebrow. "Are you telling me that's all it took? A glare?"

Val smirked. "It's better if I just show you."

Branch, Floyd, Laguna, Holly, Lownote, and Dante gathered in the forest, waiting for Cloud Guy. Branch laughed, "Oh, man. Val is so hardcore. I can't wait until we find Cloud Guy.."

Cloud Guy's voice rang out before they could move. "Find me? I'm right here."

The group turned to see him floating above them, arms wide open. Before anyone could react, he wrapped them all in his cloudy embrace. "Annoyversary group photo time!"

Cloud Guy dragged them through a series of bizarre photoshoots: underwater, in the snow, a video-game-like realm, and even in a space filled with nothing but Mr. Dinkles. Finally, Val stepped forward, smirking. "Cloud Guy, Cloud Guy, Cloud Guy," she began. "You ever hear the one about the cloud who wasted everyone's time with irritating pranks?"

Cloud Guy blinked. "Huh?"

Val's smirk grew as she pulled out an arsenal of embarrassing evidence, exposing everything from his failed business ventures to his inferiority complex with his older brother, Cloud Man. Cloud Guy's confident demeanor crumbled. "This isn't as fun as it usually is…" he muttered before raining and fleeing into the wilderness.

The group erupted into cheers, thrilled with their apparent victory. They celebrated their success with ice cream, dancing, and joyous laughter. Their celebration was short-lived, as Poppy soon arrived, furious. "What did you do to Cloud Guy?" she demanded.

Branch raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about? We finally put him in his place."

Poppy gestured dramatically to a nearby cliff. There, Cloud Guy sat forlornly, playing a mournful tune on a harmonica. His once-pristine socks were tattered, and he looked utterly defeated.

"He's… fine," Branch said, though his tone wavered slightly.

Cloud Guy sighed. "Oh, hey, guys. Was I wallowing too loud? Sorry. I'll give it a rest."

The sight of the despondent cloud was enough to soften even the hardest of hearts. Lownote removed his glasses, visibly emotional. "Maybe we went too far."

Holly nodded. "Yeah, no one deserves to be all alone like this."

Branch's jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me? He's been tormenting us for years!"

Floyd placed a hand on Branch's shoulder. "Maybe that's just his way of connecting, bro. He's annoying, sure, but it's… kinda his thing."

Branch groaned, but he knew they were right. With a resigned sigh, he approached Cloud Guy and began singing, joined by the others. Their heartfelt song lifted Cloud Guy's spirits, and he returned to his usual self. The group's relief, however, was short-lived when Cloud Guy revealed he had orchestrated the entire situation with Val's help, just to hear how much they appreciated him. The Trolls could only groan, resigned to the fact that Cloud Guy would always be, well… Cloud Guy.