Trolls: SPACED

Chapter 27

~On Sparkleton Planet~

After Being Snatched Up And Taken Away In Sacks By A Muscle Fuzzling, Tiny & Mini Diamond Were Transported To A Dark Room To Be Interrogated.

Tiny Begged For His Life.
"PLEASE! PLEASEEE DON'T PUT ME IN THE BIG HOUSE! I'M JUST A 1 YEAR OLD WITH A GHETTO VOICE! I WON'T SURVIVEEEE!"

"Tiny-"
Mini Said.

"IMMA BE A ICON IN POP CULTURE SOON WITH MY OWN T-SHIRTS AND NOSTALGIC MERCHANDISE THAT LOSER NERDS WILL COLLECT!"
Tiny Said.

"Tiny-"
Mini Said.

"I'LL BE A HALL OF FAMER! I DESERVE TO BE FREE! NOT IN SOME GLITTER JAIL CELL! I DON'T WANNA DROP THE SOAAAP 🥺"
Tiny Gave The Cutesy Eyes.

Mini Sighed Into Her Hand.
"Tiny-"

"IN FACT, IT WAS ALL HER FAULT! THIS TIFFANY HADDISH LOOKIN BISHHHH! SHE MANIPULATED ME WITH HER HUGE CHALKBOARD! SHE'S GOT PIG COCKS HIDDEN UNDER HER BED!"
Tiny Said.

Mini Crossed Her Arms.
"Tiny, If You Don't Shut Up-"

"JUST PLEASE LET US GO! LET US GOOOOOOOO!!! WAAAA 😭"
Tiny Sobbed On The Table.

"Kid...I Haven't Even Got To Speak Yet Since You Been In Here"
The Fuzzling Guard Said.

"Oh....THEN ARE YOU GONNA KILL US SLOWLY AND QUIETLY?! LIKE CHUCKY?????"
Tiny Asked.

"Keep It Together Boy, He Just Wants To Question Us"
Mini Gestured.

"OH! RIGHT! HEH HEH...Sorry For My Enthusiasm....I Wasn't Breast Fed Properly 👉"
Tiny Said.

"Yeah It Shows-"
The Fuzzling Guard Replied.

"Dang Cuhhh, Harsh Much?"
Tiny Said.

"So Tell Me, Why Were You Two Kids Sneaking Around The Supposed To Be Hidden Planet Sparkleton?"
The Fuzzling Guard Questioned.

Mini Began To Explain.
"Well We-"

Tiny Spoke Into A Non-Existent Microphone.
"I'd Just Like To Point Out, This Whole Thing Was Her Idea"

Mini Glared At Tiny.
"-.- As I Was Saying, We Wantes To-"

"And She Also Snuck Me Into That UFO To Bring Us Here"
Tiny Spoke Into The Non-Existent Microphone Again.

Mini Sighed Frustratingly.
"So, We Both Just Wanted To-"

"And She Also Was The One With The Chalkboard-"
Tiny Said Into The Non-Existent Microphone Once Again.

Mini Turned To Tiny.
"T....There Is No MICROPHONE!"

".........My Apologies"
Tiny Said Into The Non-Existent Microphone For The Final Time.

"What's Wrong With Him?"
The Fuzzling Guard Questioned.

"I'm Not Even Clear On That Sir-"
Mini Replied.

"Go Ahead Continue"
The Fuzzling Guard Allowed.

"Look, Basically We Just Wanted To Know Where Glitter Came From Alright? Not To Invade Your Planet Or Anything. Just Know How It's Made Then Scurry Off"
Mini Explained.