"I don't flex, but I might. Groove about to take flight?" Willow softly sang along with the record as she lay on the couch in her grandma's pod. "'Cause the night is young, and the music's on. And we got love on sight." Willow sighed and curled up on the couch as the music kept playing.

Poppy slowly opened the door to the pod and smiled at her friend. "Hey, Willow, are you doing okay?" She stepped in and straightened up her dress. They were dressed up for a wedding scheduled to happen soon.

Willow's voice trembled as she spoke, her worry palpable. "It's been two months, and we haven't heard anything about Branch." After two weeks of no contact, she had dispatched bounty hunters to find him, but they had yet to provide any leads. The silence was deafening, and the uncertainty was eating her up.

Poppy nodded and placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. "I know you're worried about him. I am, too. But I need you right now." She wiped a tear away from her eye. "This wedding is super important for the relationship between the Bergens and Pop Trolls. Not to mention, this is the wedding of one of our good friends."

Willow nodded and sat up. "I'm sorry, Poppy. You're right. We have to be here to support Bridget." She looked at Poppy. "I'm here for you."

Poppy gave Willow a grateful smile and pulled her into a hug. "Thank you." She frowned. "I'm tired of waiting for the bounty hunters. When this wedding is over, you and I are going to find our Branch."

Willow smiled, relief washing over her. "Good. I don't think I could wait anymore." The wedding planning had kept Willow mostly busy the past two months, and while she was grateful for the distraction, she was eager for the wedding to be over. That meant she could finally put all her attention on finding her brother.

Willow sat in the front row by Poppy as Bridget read her vows to King Gristle. "Excuse me, Willow?" Wani tapped her on the shoulder. She smiled sheepishly when Willow turned around. "Sorry to interrupt. We need you and Queen Poppy in the Troll Tree as soon as you can get there. We have a Troll you need to meet."

Willow nodded. "We'll be there as soon as the wedding is over. Thank you." Wani nodded and took off for the Troll Tree. She smiled at Poppy's questioning gaze. "I think they found something." She squeezed her friend's hand, her eyes filled with hope. "Don't worry. Branch'll be home soon. I can feel it."

When the wedding ended, Willow and Poppy walked to the Troll Tree. "Who do you think they brought to the Troll Tree?" Poppy asked, looking at Willow. "Do you think they know where Branch is?"

"They better," Willow muttered. "Or else this will be a massive waste of time."

"I'm telling you," a voice sounded as they entered the tree. Hickory was in the tree. "You didn't have to tie him up like that. He's not going to run."

"He tried to run the second we said we were bringing him to the tree," Tressilo insisted. "That makes him a flight risk, and we were not going to let him run off before Willow had the chance to question him."

Willow frowned and opened the door to the old royal pod. "What's going on? Who did you bring to talk to me?" She looked at the tied-up Troll and narrowed her eyes. "Who is this?"

"You said you knew her," Wani narrowed her eyes at the bound Troll. "Why doesn't she know you?"

"She doesn't know him because she never met him," Hickory crossed his arms. "But that doesn't mean he doesn't know her." He looked at the strange Troll. "Tell them, Schatz. She deserves to know who you are."

"You know what?" Willow shook her head when the Troll in front of her shook his head. "I don't care what your name is." She pulled out her machete and aimed it at the Troll's chest. "They wouldn't have brought you here if you didn't have news about where my brother is. Where is he?" Her voice was firm, her eyes unwavering, showing her determination to get the needed answers.

"I can't tell you, kid," The Troll frowned at Willow, grimacing when her machete pressed against his chest. "I promised I wouldn't. I wasn't even supposed to come here."

"Wait," Poppy pushed Willow's machete away from the Troll before them and looked closely at him. "I recognize you," she narrowed her eyes before lighting up in recognition. "You're from BroZone!" Willow's eyes widened at the look on the Troll's face and lowered her blade. "We were just listening to you earlier. Now, which one are you?"

Willow's eyes narrowed as she took in the bound Troll, her gaze piercing. "John Dory," she spat out, her voice laced with bitterness. "The oldest and the leader." She glared at him, her anger simmering. "So, you finally decided to come home. It took you long enough."

"I know," John Dory sighed. He looked at the K-Pop Gang. They were standing beside him to make sure he stayed tied up. "Listen, I'm not going to run or anything. Can you let me go? I've spent twenty-six years not getting to hug my sister, and I'd like to do that now."

"You're Willow's brother?" Poppy asked, surprised. "I didn't even know she had other brothers besides Branch."

"We never liked talking about it." Willow looked at Poppy before turning to John Dory. "And I don't want a hug from you," she furiously shook her head. "I want to know where Branch is. Why were you so insistent on not telling me? What's going on?"

"He's at Mount Rageous," John Dory sighed. Willow waved at the K-Pop Gang to let him go. When they untied him, he sat down on a chair. "I got this letter from him and our other brother, Floyd, saying they were trapped." He held out the note, which she quickly grabbed and skimmed. "Since I didn't know where our brothers were, I checked it myself."

Willow scoffed and roughly handed him the note. "So you found out the note was a trap?"

"Yeah, actually," John Dory furrowed his brows. "How did you know it was a trap? I didn't know until I got there."

"Branch would never sign anything as 'Bitty B,'" Willow rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "He hates that nickname."

"That explains his reaction, then," John muttered before looking at his sister. "But they are captured. Those two pop stars, Velvet and Veneer? They have them trapped in diamond bottles and are draining them of their talent to make themselves famous. And only the Perfect Family Harmony can set them free, so I need to go now. I have to find Spruce and Clay. They're our only hope of freeing our brothers."

Willow thought for a moment before nodding, determined. "Alright. I'm in." She looked at Poppy. "We'll leave in two hours. That'll give me time to prepare."

"Now hang on..."

"Tresillo, Wani, Dickory," Willow continued as if John Dory hadn't said anything. "I've got another job for you and your teams. Poppy, don't let him leave without me. I have a feeling he may try." Poppy nodded. Tresillo and Wani waved their group forward so they could talk with Willow, Dickory following close behind.

"She can't come," John Dory groaned, frustrated, as Willow began talking to the bounty hunter groups. "Branch was adamant about her not going, and I agree. It's too dangerous for her to be involved."

Hickory snorted. "Dangerous for who exactly?" He raised an eyebrow. "You don't know your sister very well yet, so you'll be forgiven for not knowing, but she's easily one of the more dangerous Trolls around."

Poppy nodded. "If Branch didn't want her on this rescue mission, it wasn't for her safety."

John Dory looked at his boyfriend, unconvinced when he heard Willow. "Hickory! You're the only one not over here. Unless you want to go in blind, I suggest you pay attention!"

"Coming!" Hickory called before looking at John Dory. "I'll be back in a minute. Please don't run off. I'd hate to have to chase you down, and I'm still on the job."

"Not gonna run," John Dory sighed. He looked at Poppy. "You mind if I get our ride?" At Poppy's uncertain look, he rolled his eyes. "You can come with me if you think I'll run off."

"Alright," Poppy allowed. "Let me just let Willow know what's happening. This is her mission, after all." She walked over to Willow and the bounty hunters. After a moment of conversation, Willow turned her head to glare at John Dory before nodding to Poppy. Poppy nodded and walked back to John. "She said we can meet her at the bunker. She needs to grab a couple of things." She looked at John Dory, curious. "Where is your ride at?"

"Just outside Bergen Town," John Dory grinned at Poppy. "Wait'll you meet her. Rhonda's great."

After two hours, Willow sat outside the bunker, her bag packed, and her clothes changed from the purple dress she had worn for the wedding to a bright red T-shirt and dark blue shorts. She crossed her arms, irritated. "Where are those two?" She narrowed her eyes when she heard a noise coming from the forest.

Willow stood up as a large critter came barreling over to her. She smiled as the creature came to a stop, panting happily at her. "Hello there. And who might you be?"

"I am so sorry!" Poppy shouted as she opened the door. "It took longer to get to Rhonda than we thought." Willow nodded, patting the critter on the face while Poppy talked. "She's an armadillo bus and is our ride while we get your brothers."

"You're going to take us wherever we need to go, aren't you, sweet girl?" Willow asked with a smile. The bus happily churred in response. She looked at Poppy and John Dory, who stood in the doorway of Rhonda. "Let's go. I'm driving."

"Oh no," John Dory shook his head. "It's bad enough I have to bring you along. Nobody drives Rhonda but me."

"Do you even know how to drive an armadillo bus?" Poppy asked, curious.

"Can't be any harder than driving an angler bus," Willow shrugged. She climbed into Rhonda and went to the driver's seat, ignoring John Dory's indignant sputtering. She gently ran her hands over the controls. "You'll help me, won't you, Rhonda?" She smiled as Rhonda purred under her hands. "Good girl."

"Weren't you listening?" John Dory asked, annoyed. "You're not driving."

"Do you even know where the others are?" Willow snapped, glaring at John. "Give me one good reason besides the fact that Rhonda is yours to let you be the one driving."

"I have an idea of where one of them is," John Dory pulled a postcard from his hair. "I'm sure this is where Spruce is."

Willow scoffed at the card, not taking it from him. "'An idea,' he says. Well, luckily for us, I have more than an idea. I'm driving."

"You know where Spruce is?" Poppy asked. "You never said anything about having other brothers, much less where they are."

"I only learned he was my brother after Branch went missing," Willow retorted. She shook her head. "It didn't seem like the best time to talk about it. I'm still coming to terms with it." She looked at John Dory. "I'm driving."

"Best to let Willow drive," Poppy suggested with a smile. "She knows where she's going." She looked at Willow. "Where are we going?"

"We're going to Vacay Island." Willow sat in the driver's seat and began driving Rhonda out of TrollsTopia. "That's where our brother lives." She raised an eyebrow at John Dory. "He changed his name to Bruce, so I better not hear you call him anything else." She glared at him. "If I hear you call him Spruce, I'm throwing you in the ocean."

"Can I borrow your communicator?" Poppy asked Willow. Willow raised a curious eyebrow before nodding and handing her communicator to Poppy. Poppy smiled in thanks before sitting on the couch in the back. "I better call Trollex and Barb," she muttered to herself. "They'll be upset if I don't tell them what's going on with Willow." Willow had been running herself ragged with worry about Branch, and she would likely get worse before they found him. Trollex and Barb would be needed if she was going to get Willow to rest later.