Idol Missions 12: Trolls

Chapter 4

"So where do you think our friends are?" asked Poppy. "If I had to guess, I'd say in a Bergen's stomach." replied Branch. "We don't even know if they have been eaten yet." Rinka pointed out. "Could you at least try to be positive?" asked Emo. "Just once. You might like it." "Okay. I'm sure they're not only alive..." replied Branch. "But about to be delivered to us on a silver platter." "Thank you," Poppy smiled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" Branch glanced at her strangely, and then, her bracelet began to glow and play music. "Branch!" Poppy said once she got an idea. "Hug time? Seriously?" Branch complained. "Listen." Poppy told him, shushing him. The group listened intently. In the distance, they saw colorful lights along with a light melody which must've been the other Trolls's Hug Time bracelets. They snuck along, using their hair as lassos and grappling hooks and hid away from the Bergens. "This is gonna be the best Trollstice ever!" Gristle beamed, walking into the dining room with Chef. "Such a great idea I had." "Yes. Tomorrow is Trollstice, everyone." announced Chef. "And it must be perfect!" "Yes, Chef!" said the staff. "Feels great to be ordering everyone around again." Chef smiled. "Guys, look!" Poppy pointed out. "They're alive?" Branch asked in surprise, seeing the other trolls and the Ancients. "And on a silver platter, too," Poppy smiled to him. "We were both right." "Well, what do you know?" said Emo.

"And to mark the occasion, Your Highness, look," Chef smiled to Gristle, bringing out an old bib to the younger Bergen. "I found your old Troll bib." "Oh, wow!" Gristle beamed to that before trying to put it on around his neck. "I bet you still fit," he then grunted as it was a very tight fit. "Like a glove!" The bib snapped off which made Bridget gasp, but also made Cooper laugh at him. "Oh, you think that's funny?" asked Gristle. "We'll see who's laughing when I bite your yummy head off... When I bite all y'alls yummy heads off. Wait a minute. Chef, this isn't enough yummy heads to feed all of Bergen Town. How are we supposed to have Trollstice if there's not enough Trolls?" "Oh, there's plenty more where that came from, sire." Chef coaxed. "Are you sure?" Gristle glared. "Because I promised everyone a Troll." "No, no, no, sire! Everything will be fine," Chef told him before opening the cage to take one troll out in her hand. "If I were truly worried, would I be willing to do this?" "Creek!" Poppy squeaked. "Oh, my first Troll!" gasped Gristle. "Go on, eat, King Gristle." smiled Chef. "Enjoy a taste of true happiness." "Shouldn't we wait for Trollstice?" asked Gristle. "Sire, every day is Trollstice when you have Trolls." replied Chef. "Yeah, I guess..." said Gristle. "But my dad said the first time should be special." Everyone sighed in relief as Gristle didn't eat Creek right up. "Well, you're the king now." Chef told the young Bergen, adding hot sauce to his Troll taco. "Yeah, I am the king..." Gristle said, about to eat the taco, but stopped again. "But I think I should share this moment with all the kingdom." "Eat it!" Chef glared, shoving the taco into his mouth, but he didn't exactly chew or swallow. "Oh, my God!" Smidge cried out. "Yes!" Chef smirked, snapping her fingers which made the guards play Mariachi music before she gave the young king maracas and a sombrero on his head and tossed her wooden spoon to the maid. "Idget, lock these Trolls in your room, and guard them with your life." Bridget seemed to be in another world until the spoon hit her forehead and she caught it. "Yes, Chef." "Yes. Yes, I know." Chef said as she left the dining room with Gristle before shutting the doors.

"Well... At least we know where our friends are." replied Mirai. "Guys, we have to save him!" Poppy cried out, about to go after Creek. "Save him from what? His stomach?" Branch replied. "We didn't see him chew. We didn't see him swallow! Face it, Poppy. Sometimes people go into other people's mouths, and they don't come out. If we go after Creek now, we're going to get eaten. I'm sorry, but it's too late for him." Poppy looked to him before looking back down as Bridget began to leave and she leaped out. "Poppy!" Branch cried out. "Scullery maid!" ordered Chef to Bridget. "Wash these pots and pans for Trollstice. The king's inviting everyone. Except you." The others followed after as Bridget took Poppy's friends into her room. Bridget began to cry as she was going to be left out from the Trollstice. "She's almost like Cinderella." Mirai said to herself. "Major deja vu..." Emo and Rinka nodded. Poppy frowned, coming out with Branch as Bridget began to cry her eyes out on her cot. Bridget moved a cloth from her drawer to show a bit of a crush shrine dedicated to young King Gristle before taking out a picture of him as she began to sing to herself. Mirai stepped forward as she stood beside Emo and Rinka as Bridget sang from the bottom of her heart. "Is it weird that I feel bad for her?" Emo asked. "No, because I feel bad for her too." Mirai replied. "Same here. But what could we do?" said Rinka. The Bergen girl cried herself to sleep after singing her little song. "Oh, she's in love with the king." Poppy whispered to herself. "What are you talking about?" Branch whispered with a glare. "Bergens don't have feelings." "Well, maybe you don't know everything about the Bergens," Poppy whispered back before walking off. "Now let's go."