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Tittle:{"NO THANK YOU!!!"} Trolls 3 band together.
START FROM THE BEGINNING and make John dory very stubborn
START FROM THE BEGINNING!!!!!
After the disaster with Velvet and Venner, Floyd was pretty weak.. it was kind of a surprise he was able to perform... so after the performance, they(his brothers)had him resting and then the next day, straight to the doctors. All his brothers, except for Bruce who had to go back to Vacy island to take care of his kids and help his wife with the restaurant. When they arrived, Dr. MoonBloom was already there, dealing with another patient but then
(ADD DETAILS AND LOTS OF DIALOGUE)
attended them, after checking up on Floyd and giving him pain medicine, she asked if any one of them had any questions, and even asked if the rest were okay or maybe needed something, nope everyone said they were alright
"Do you other boys need something or are hurt?" "No." "Nope!" "No, thanks for asking" they replied.
, , but she noticed how Floyds smile started becoming more.. forced.. they were going to leave but then Floyd spoke up. "W-Well... John-" John sighed, interrupting him. "Floyd. C'mon it's just a cough.." he mumbled, "Well that's what you keep saying.. but it just sounds... bad.." he narrowed his eyes to the floor, his smile gone. "He's right John Dory." Said Clay, "...It seems like you're sick.. very.." He finished, only for Branch to turn to Dr.MoonBloom "..But he refuses to let us help him, insisting he's alright.". He crossed his arms and sends John Dory a look. He sighs. "Im fine!-" he starts coughing. "..As you were saying.."
They eventually convince him to get checked out, she's measuring his temperature and looks into medical history and she notices he never took his newborn shot.. which probably explains his coughing. So she turns to them and tells them. John Dory silently freaks out... Clay sighed...
oh yeah.. he's terrified of shots..
REMINDER FOR ALL THE STORY:LOTS OF DETAIL AND DIALOGUE..
Dr.Moonbloom said he needed to come back tomorrow to take it..
after they left John Dory was freaking out...
(they are back in the bunker)
"IM NOT TAKING IT."
"YOU HAVE T-"
"NOOOOOOOOO"
"JOHN-"
"CLAY YOU KNOW I HATE SHOTS!!!!!!!!"
"I DONT CARE YOU ARE GOING!!!"
"NO"
"YES
"NOOOOO"
"DONT MAKE ME CALL BRUCE!!!"
"CALL HIM, IM LITERARY THE OLDEST!! HE IS MY LITTLE BROTHER!!"
"YEAH BY LIKE FOUR YEARS!!"
"NOOOOO"
John Dory ran to his room and locked it, Clay sighed, took his bug phone out and called Bruce.
(Make the conversation up)
After that, Bruce traveled back to Pop village and went to the bunker.
Also they have tails so please add small motions of their tails like you know, Floyd is sad so make his tail droopy and sad.
"So..." stated Floyd.. "Whats--" "When we were younger, John Dory just... hated shots." interrupted Bruce. "Before you and Branch were born... I remember when John had to go to the doctor for a shot..." He sighed... "He was a total baby... we literally had to HOLD him down as he kicked and screamed.." Finished Clay.
Oh.
After that, they all went to sleep, hoping to get John Dory out in the morning...
The next morning, they needed Bruces help to picklock his lock to get the door open while arguing with John Dory.(They tried to talk to him but he just yelled back) Bruce, Clay and Branch had to... drag him. they dragged him out the brunker, struggling while he kicked and argued with them. Floyd only followed being too weak to handle John Dory like that, Some trolls started as THE oldest brother of BroZone was dragged to the doctor, others just ignored.
When they finally brought him in, Dr.Moonbloom had FOUR shots ready.
John Dory nearly fainted. (LOTS OF CONVERSATIONS AND STRUGGLE)
He started STRUGGLING and YELLING at his brothers to get him down, even screaming for Floyd,(HELP)
They had to hold him down hard as she used all shots while he screamed in pain. (John Dory hates them because for him- it really hurts, it feels like he's being stabbed but with a very tiny knife.)
After they were done, he bolted out the nurse pod and just ran away- his brothers staring at him as he ran with a long sigh.
"What and idiot.."
John dory:Late-30's. blue skin. He has forest green hair with black eyebrows, his eyes are a dark cyan, and a purple indigo nose.brown jacket with white fluffy part around his neck with brown dots. Charming, Kind, energetic for his age, weak-strong, funny, and just a humble old troll. And his tail really shows how he's feeling(it helps him express how he feels and you can tell how he feels by looking at it.) Dyslexic, ADHD, kinda schizophrenic from living in a dangerous trail for over 20 years and sometimes sees things that aren't there. and he's also pretty watchful and actually is missing an arm but his brothers dont know because he made a fake one and coverd it. will be revealed during the story. also the second shortest out of his brothers, even though he's the oldest. 5'2 inches tall because.. well he's a troll. He has a pet armadillo-bus-van named Rhonda. (she cant talk, she can only:Purr, growl, bark?, snarl... just noises..)
Bruce:Late-mid-30's. Blue skin, chubby, has a wife(Brandy)and lots of kids(12 sons, 1 daughter) also his wife and kids are literally giants.. his wife is a yellow and orange Vacaytioner with red braided hair tied into a bun with a pink hair tie, orange eye-shadows, and pink hoop earrings. She also wears a dark pink apron and sandals. dark purple nose, second oldest, Long-puffy-and lots of purple hair. vacy type stype. kind, fatherly instincts will be shown to his brothers and even John dory(who gets a little flustered because he's the oldest) kinda strict but laid-back. understanding. forgiving. most charming, and used to get all the trolldussy back then, pretty tall, 5'8 inches.(bc... they are trolls..)
Clay:Mid-30's, also blue skin, Dark lime green nose very skinny and has crazy long green-lime hair, serious, funny, mean to John dory(not for long) and isn't very forgiving.. loves books, green fit, tallest out of his siblings(6'2 inches.. bc they are trolls) and loves to tease everyone, especially John dory because he used to tease him when they were younger. third oldest.
Floyd:Early-30's, blue skin, pink-magenta hair with one white stripe(after velvet and venner),Dark pink-magenta nose. and his hair kinda covers his eyes, and is the most kindest, sensitive, worriedful. white earling on his right ear, no shirt, belt with dark brown shorts, fourth oldest. maybe branchs favorite brother, forgiving, shortest brother (5'1 inches--they are trolls...)
Branch:Early-mid-20's, grey-blueish skin, dark blue hair, Dark blue nose. youngest brother, grumpy, kinda mean, kind, smart, helpful, not that forgiving, third tallest(5'7 inches-they are trolls), girlfriend:Poppy, queen of trolls, very energetic, pinky troll. outfit:the leaf vest Floyd gave him the day they left, brown shorts. paranoid, Autistic, overprotective.
And yes, ALL trolls have tails.
Add lots of dialogue everywhere..
Ages when the band broke up:
John Dory:17
Spruce(Bruce):13
Clay:12
Floyd:11
Branch:1
START FROM THE BEGINNING and make John dory very stubborn
START FROM THE BEGINNING!!!!!
After the disaster with Velvet and Venner, Floyd was pretty weak.. it was kind of a surprise he was able to perform... so after the performance, they(his brothers)had him resting and then the next day, straight to the doctors. All his brothers, except for Bruce who had to go back to Vacy island to take care of his kids and help his wife with the restaurant. When they arrived, Dr. MoonBloom was already there, dealing with another patient but then
(ADD DETAILS AND LOTS OF DIALOGUE)
attended them, after checking up on Floyd and giving him pain medicine, she asked if any one of them had any questions, and even asked if the rest were okay or maybe needed something, nope everyone said they were alright
"Do you other boys need something or are hurt?" "No." "Nope!" "No, thanks for asking" they replied.
, , but she noticed how Floyds smile started becoming more.. forced.. they were going to leave but then Floyd spoke up. "W-Well... John-" John sighed, interrupting him. "Floyd. C'mon it's just a cough.." he mumbled, "Well that's what you keep saying.. but it just sounds... bad.." he narrowed his eyes to the floor, his smile gone. "He's right John Dory." Said Clay, "...It seems like you're sick.. very.." He finished, only for Branch to turn to Dr.MoonBloom "..But he refuses to let us help him, insisting he's alright.". He crossed his arms and sends John Dory a look. He sighs. "Im fine!-" he starts coughing. "..As you were saying.."
They eventually convince him to get checked out, she's measuring his temperature and looks into medical history and she notices he never took his newborn shot.. which probably explains his coughing. So she turns to them and tells them. John Dory silently freaks out... Clay sighed...
oh yeah.. he's terrified of shots..
REMINDER FOR ALL THE STORY:LOTS OF DETAIL AND DIALOGUE..
Dr.Moonbloom said he needed to come back tomorrow to take it..
after they left John Dory was freaking out...
(they are back in the bunker)
"IM NOT TAKING IT."
"YOU HAVE T-"
"NOOOOOOOOO"
"JOHN-"
"CLAY YOU KNOW I HATE SHOTS!!!!!!!!"
"I DONT CARE YOU ARE GOING!!!"
"NO"
"YES
"NOOOOO"
"DONT MAKE ME CALL BRUCE!!!"
"CALL HIM, IM LITERARY THE OLDEST!! HE IS MY LITTLE BROTHER!!"
"YEAH BY LIKE FOUR YEARS!!"
"NOOOOO"
John Dory ran to his room and locked it, Clay sighed, took his bug phone out and called Bruce.
(Make the conversation up)
After that, Bruce traveled back to Pop village and went to the bunker.
Also they have tails so please add small motions of their tails like you know, Floyd is sad so make his tail droopy and sad.
"So..." stated Floyd.. "Whats--" "When we were younger, John Dory just... hated shots." interrupted Bruce. "Before you and Branch were born... I remember when John had to go to the doctor for a shot..." He sighed... "He was a total baby... we literally had to HOLD him down as he kicked and screamed.." Finished Clay.
Oh.
After that, they all went to sleep, hoping to get John Dory out in the morning...
The next morning, they needed Bruces help to picklock his lock to get the door open while arguing with John Dory.(They tried to talk to him but he just yelled back) Bruce, Clay and Branch had to... drag him. they dragged him out the brunker, struggling while he kicked and argued with them. Floyd only followed being too weak to handle John Dory like that, Some trolls started as THE oldest brother of BroZone was dragged to the doctor, others just ignored.
When they finally brought him in, Dr.Moonbloom had FOUR shots ready.
John Dory nearly fainted. (LOTS OF CONVERSATIONS AND STRUGGLE)
He started STRUGGLING and YELLING at his brothers to get him down, even screaming for Floyd,(HELP)
They had to hold him down hard as she used all shots while he screamed in pain. (John Dory hates them because for him- it really hurts, it feels like he's being stabbed but with a very tiny knife.)
After they were done, he bolted out the nurse pod and just ran away- his brothers staring at him as he ran with a long sigh.
"What and idiot.."
John dory:Late-30's. blue skin. He has forest green hair with black eyebrows, his eyes are a dark cyan, and a purple indigo nose.brown jacket with white fluffy part around his neck with brown dots. Charming, Kind, energetic for his age, weak-strong, funny, and just a humble old troll. And his tail really shows how he's feeling(it helps him express how he feels and you can tell how he feels by looking at it.) Dyslexic, ADHD, kinda schizophrenic from living in a dangerous trail for over 20 years and sometimes sees things that aren't there. and he's also pretty watchful and actually is missing an arm but his brothers dont know because he made a fake one and coverd it. will be revealed during the story. also the second shortest out of his brothers, even though he's the oldest. 5'2 inches tall because.. well he's a troll. He has a pet armadillo-bus-van named Rhonda. (she cant talk, she can only:Purr, growl, bark?, snarl... just noises..)
Bruce:Late-mid-30's. Blue skin, chubby, has a wife(Brandy)and lots of kids(12 sons, 1 daughter) also his wife and kids are literally giants.. his wife is a yellow and orange Vacaytioner with red braided hair tied into a bun with a pink hair tie, orange eye-shadows, and pink hoop earrings. She also wears a dark pink apron and sandals. dark purple nose, second oldest, Long-puffy-and lots of purple hair. vacy type stype. kind, fatherly instincts will be shown to his brothers and even John dory(who gets a little flustered because he's the oldest) kinda strict but laid-back. understanding. forgiving. most charming, and used to get all the trolldussy back then, pretty tall, 5'8 inches.(bc... they are trolls..)
Clay:Mid-30's, also blue skin, Dark lime green nose very skinny and has crazy long green-lime hair, serious, funny, mean to John dory(not for long) and isn't very forgiving.. loves books, green fit, tallest out of his siblings(6'2 inches.. bc they are trolls) and loves to tease everyone, especially John dory because he used to tease him when they were younger. third oldest.
Floyd:Early-30's, blue skin, pink-magenta hair with one white stripe(after velvet and venner),Dark pink-magenta nose. and his hair kinda covers his eyes, and is the most kindest, sensitive, worriedful. white earling on his right ear, no shirt, belt with dark brown shorts, fourth oldest. maybe branchs favorite brother, forgiving, shortest brother (5'1 inches--they are trolls...)
Branch:Early-mid-20's, grey-blueish skin, dark blue hair, Dark blue nose. youngest brother, grumpy, kinda mean, kind, smart, helpful, not that forgiving, third tallest(5'7 inches-they are trolls), girlfriend:Poppy, queen of trolls, very energetic, pinky troll. outfit:the leaf vest Floyd gave him the day they left, brown shorts. paranoid, Autistic, overprotective.
And yes, ALL trolls have tails.
Add lots of dialogue everywhere..
Ages when the band broke up:
John Dory:17
Spruce(Bruce):13
Clay:12
Floyd:11
Branch:1
Answers
GPT-4o mini
**Title: "NO THANK YOU!!!"**
**Trolls 3 Band Together**
---
After the disaster with Velvet and Venner, Floyd was pretty weak. It was somewhat surprising he was able to perform at all, but his brothers were tirelessly looking after him. The next day, they made their way to Dr. MoonBloom's clinic, with Floyd resting in the backseat, trying to muster up a smile, though it seemed like more of a forced grimace.
As they entered the clinic, the faint smell of antiseptics hung in the air. Dr. MoonBloom was already busy with another patient, her nimble fingers working expertly as she listened to a young troll’s heartbeat.
"Hey, Doc!" Clay shouted, trying to catch her attention. "Our brother needs some help!"
She turned, her bright green eyes sparkling with care. “I’ll be right with you! Just a moment,” she promised.
Floyd leaned against the wall, his tail drooping weakly. “I’m okay, really…” he murmured, though his voice wavered slightly.
“Floyd, you look worse than the day-old pizza Bruce left on the counter!” Branch quipped, crossing his arms and giving Floyd a playful nudge.
Floyd's mouth turned into a frown, and he narrowed his eyes to the floor, his tail curling tightly around his leg.
“Hey, Floyd, I know you're not feeling great, but you need to be honest with Dr. MoonBloom,” John Dory said, trying to keep his cool, though worry bubbled beneath his surface.
Before Floyd could respond, Clay jumped in. “Dr. MoonBloom, we think Floyd’s not the only one we should check on. John Dory’s been acting funny too.”
John sighed, rolling his eyes. “It’s just a cough, Clay. Seriously, you’re overreacting.”
“Overreacting? Floyd is weak, and you sound like you’re gargling gravel!” Clay pointed out.
“It's really *fine!*” John insisted, but as if the universe was conspiring against him, he began to cough harshly.
“See?” Branch said, arching an eyebrow. “You’re definitely not fine.”
Dr. MoonBloom approached them, ready to intervene. “Let’s take a look at you, John Dory. After all, I can see you might be in need of some help too,” she suggested gently, her voice soothing.
“No!” John protested defiantly, eyes wide. “It’s just a cough! It’s not—”
“John, please,” Floyd mumbled, his tail flicking nervously. “I just… I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
Their pleading gazes softened John’s stubbornness, and after a few more rounds of dialogue, he finally relented. “Fine! But you better not be poking me with needles!” he grumbled.
---
A little while later, after Dr. MoonBloom examined him, she noticed a concerning detail in John’s medical history—he hadn’t received his newborn shots. She turned to the brothers, her expression serious, “John, I’m afraid I’ll have to schedule you for your shots tomorrow.”
“*What?!*” John’s voice went a pitch higher as if the world had come crashing down on him. “I am NOT taking them! Absolutely not!”
“John Dory, you HAVE to!” Clay shouted, his frustration bubbling over.
“NO! NO! NO!” John yelled back, his tail thrumming angrily. “I hate shots! You know I *really* can’t stand them!”
“You're going, *and that's final!*” Clay retorted. “Don’t make me call Bruce, the big guy can convince you.”
“Go ahead! Call him! I’m literally the oldest! He’s my little brother!” John argued as he paced back and forth.
“Yeah, by like four years!” Branch chimed in, a smug grin on his face.
“NO! NO! NO! I refuse to go!” John shouted, and with that, he dashed into his room and locked the door.
“Fantastic,” Clay sighed, pulling out his big phone. “Looks like I have to call Bruce.”
---
A few moments later, Bruce was on the other end of the line, his voice booming with familiarity. “Hey, what’s going on? You sound distressed.”
“John Dory is refusing to take his shots! He’s locked himself in his room,” Clay explained, his annoyance evident.
There was a pause before Bruce chuckled. “Oh, this is rich. I remember when John and I were kids… he threw a fit when he had to get his shots. We literally had to hold him down!”
“Exactly! That’s what I’m dealing with!” Clay exclaimed. “Can you please come over? We need your help to convince him to get these shots.”
“I’m on my way!” Bruce declared, and a moment later, he hung up.
---
Back at the bunker, Floyd’s tail drooped further as he glanced at Clay. “Do you think we’re being too hard on him?”
Clay sighed. “Maybe. But it’s for his own good. I just want him to be healthy.”
Floyd nodded, knowing all too well the burden of illness.
Soon after, Bruce arrived, a determined look on his face. “Alright, time to deal with John Dory like we used to,” he said, clenching his fists. “Let’s go take the baby down.”
“It’s not *that* simple,” Floyd pointed out, his tail twitching nervously.
“Nonsense! We’ll get him out. Just stick together.” Bruce grinned.
---
The three brothers stood outside John’s locked room, ready for the battle ahead. “John!” Bruce called out, keeping his voice steady. “You need to come out!”
“*NO!*” John yelled back.
“John, we’re not leaving without you!” Clay chimed in.
“Bruce is here, and he’s going to help—*and* you know he’s the scariest when he’s mad!” Floyd added.
“Let’s be honest, you should see my face right now. I am angry, John Dory!” Bruce shouted.
There was silence for a moment, followed by a muffled, “I don’t care! I’m not going!”
“Okay, plan B!” Bruce said, pulling out some tools he’d brought with him. “Get ready to pick the lock, Clay.”
Clay’s eyes sparkled with excitement as they huddled together, deep in a debate on how to proceed.
Finally, they decided to merge both methods: *Bruce would pick the lock, and the other two would distract John.*
“Ready?” Bruce said, jiggling the lock.
“On three!” Clay whispered.
When they broke through the door, they found John sitting on his bed, arms crossed defiantly.
“Welcome!” he scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “Did you get lost?”
“John!” Clay exclaimed, lunging for his brother, but John was quick, dodging him like a rabbit.
They ended up grappling for a few moments, their tails twisting around each other in the struggle. Bruce and Branch joined in, and it turned into an all-out tussle.
“Come on, John! We just need to get you there!” Branch said, trying to keep hold of John’s arms.
“*Never!*” John cried, kicking back against their combined strength.
---
After a hefty struggle, they finally dragged him down the hall toward Dr. MoonBloom’s office, but not without a few *spectators.* A few trolls sprinkled around the village paused, some chuckling, others shaking their heads.
“Look! It’s the oldest brother of BroZone!” one troll yelled, causing the others to laugh.
“Yeah, way to go, John!” another snickered.
John shouted back indignantly, “Shut up! I hate shots!”
When they finally burst into Dr. MoonBloom's office, she stood waiting with an inviting smile, though it quickly faded as she glanced at the chaos.
“*Oh my,*” she said, raising her eyebrows. “Looks like I have some spirited patients today.”
“Just four shots, Doctor,” Clay gasped as he pulled John inside, who was white-knuckled with fear.
John's eyes widened at the sight of the used syringes. “What are those for?!” he yelled, backing up into Bruce, who quickly stepped forward.
“Okay, it’s time to—”
Before Dr. MoonBloom could finish, John panicked. With a sudden burst of energy, he screamed, “HELP!” and started to struggle more vigorously, kicking and writhing, demanding for Floyd to come to his side.
Floyd’s droopy tail perked up in confusion. “I’m right here, John!” he called out, trying to comfort him.
With a deep breath, Dr. MoonBloom stepped forward slowly, attempting to soothe him. “John, you need these for your health. I promise it’ll be over quickly.”
But John wouldn’t relent. “No! You don’t understand! They hurt!” he screeched, flailing his arms desperately.
Bruce and Clay held him tightly while his tail whipped back and forth wildly. Just as Dr. MoonBloom prepared the first syringe, John screamed in exasperation, “You’re going to stab me!”
“It’s just for your health!” Clay insisted. “*Please*, John!”
“NO! NO! NO! I refuse to do this!” John yelled.
One by one, they administered the shots, and each jab was met with an extraordinary amount of shouting and a primal kind of defiance that left everyone in the clinic staring in astonishment.
Finally, with the last shot administered, John broke free from their grip, bolting out of the nurse pod like a rocket. “Catch me if you can!” he shouted triumphantly, though it was clear he was defeated, running down the hall in a state of disbelief at what had just occurred.
His brothers stared after him, a long, heavy sigh escaping Bruce’s lips. “What an idiot…”
“I… I guess we’ll have to deal with that later,” Branch said, scratching his head.
Clay shook his head, “Yeah, let him run for now. He’ll come around eventually.”
Floyd stood quietly, his tail gently waving in the air as he whispered softly, “I just wanted him to be okay…”
With the uncertainty hanging in the air, the brothers could only hope that John would eventually face his fears head-on—because that was what brothers were for.
---
And as for John Dory? Well, he may have been a stubborn old troll, but he knew he had his band of brothers always ready to support him—whether he liked it or not.
**END**
**Trolls 3 Band Together**
---
After the disaster with Velvet and Venner, Floyd was pretty weak. It was somewhat surprising he was able to perform at all, but his brothers were tirelessly looking after him. The next day, they made their way to Dr. MoonBloom's clinic, with Floyd resting in the backseat, trying to muster up a smile, though it seemed like more of a forced grimace.
As they entered the clinic, the faint smell of antiseptics hung in the air. Dr. MoonBloom was already busy with another patient, her nimble fingers working expertly as she listened to a young troll’s heartbeat.
"Hey, Doc!" Clay shouted, trying to catch her attention. "Our brother needs some help!"
She turned, her bright green eyes sparkling with care. “I’ll be right with you! Just a moment,” she promised.
Floyd leaned against the wall, his tail drooping weakly. “I’m okay, really…” he murmured, though his voice wavered slightly.
“Floyd, you look worse than the day-old pizza Bruce left on the counter!” Branch quipped, crossing his arms and giving Floyd a playful nudge.
Floyd's mouth turned into a frown, and he narrowed his eyes to the floor, his tail curling tightly around his leg.
“Hey, Floyd, I know you're not feeling great, but you need to be honest with Dr. MoonBloom,” John Dory said, trying to keep his cool, though worry bubbled beneath his surface.
Before Floyd could respond, Clay jumped in. “Dr. MoonBloom, we think Floyd’s not the only one we should check on. John Dory’s been acting funny too.”
John sighed, rolling his eyes. “It’s just a cough, Clay. Seriously, you’re overreacting.”
“Overreacting? Floyd is weak, and you sound like you’re gargling gravel!” Clay pointed out.
“It's really *fine!*” John insisted, but as if the universe was conspiring against him, he began to cough harshly.
“See?” Branch said, arching an eyebrow. “You’re definitely not fine.”
Dr. MoonBloom approached them, ready to intervene. “Let’s take a look at you, John Dory. After all, I can see you might be in need of some help too,” she suggested gently, her voice soothing.
“No!” John protested defiantly, eyes wide. “It’s just a cough! It’s not—”
“John, please,” Floyd mumbled, his tail flicking nervously. “I just… I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
Their pleading gazes softened John’s stubbornness, and after a few more rounds of dialogue, he finally relented. “Fine! But you better not be poking me with needles!” he grumbled.
---
A little while later, after Dr. MoonBloom examined him, she noticed a concerning detail in John’s medical history—he hadn’t received his newborn shots. She turned to the brothers, her expression serious, “John, I’m afraid I’ll have to schedule you for your shots tomorrow.”
“*What?!*” John’s voice went a pitch higher as if the world had come crashing down on him. “I am NOT taking them! Absolutely not!”
“John Dory, you HAVE to!” Clay shouted, his frustration bubbling over.
“NO! NO! NO!” John yelled back, his tail thrumming angrily. “I hate shots! You know I *really* can’t stand them!”
“You're going, *and that's final!*” Clay retorted. “Don’t make me call Bruce, the big guy can convince you.”
“Go ahead! Call him! I’m literally the oldest! He’s my little brother!” John argued as he paced back and forth.
“Yeah, by like four years!” Branch chimed in, a smug grin on his face.
“NO! NO! NO! I refuse to go!” John shouted, and with that, he dashed into his room and locked the door.
“Fantastic,” Clay sighed, pulling out his big phone. “Looks like I have to call Bruce.”
---
A few moments later, Bruce was on the other end of the line, his voice booming with familiarity. “Hey, what’s going on? You sound distressed.”
“John Dory is refusing to take his shots! He’s locked himself in his room,” Clay explained, his annoyance evident.
There was a pause before Bruce chuckled. “Oh, this is rich. I remember when John and I were kids… he threw a fit when he had to get his shots. We literally had to hold him down!”
“Exactly! That’s what I’m dealing with!” Clay exclaimed. “Can you please come over? We need your help to convince him to get these shots.”
“I’m on my way!” Bruce declared, and a moment later, he hung up.
---
Back at the bunker, Floyd’s tail drooped further as he glanced at Clay. “Do you think we’re being too hard on him?”
Clay sighed. “Maybe. But it’s for his own good. I just want him to be healthy.”
Floyd nodded, knowing all too well the burden of illness.
Soon after, Bruce arrived, a determined look on his face. “Alright, time to deal with John Dory like we used to,” he said, clenching his fists. “Let’s go take the baby down.”
“It’s not *that* simple,” Floyd pointed out, his tail twitching nervously.
“Nonsense! We’ll get him out. Just stick together.” Bruce grinned.
---
The three brothers stood outside John’s locked room, ready for the battle ahead. “John!” Bruce called out, keeping his voice steady. “You need to come out!”
“*NO!*” John yelled back.
“John, we’re not leaving without you!” Clay chimed in.
“Bruce is here, and he’s going to help—*and* you know he’s the scariest when he’s mad!” Floyd added.
“Let’s be honest, you should see my face right now. I am angry, John Dory!” Bruce shouted.
There was silence for a moment, followed by a muffled, “I don’t care! I’m not going!”
“Okay, plan B!” Bruce said, pulling out some tools he’d brought with him. “Get ready to pick the lock, Clay.”
Clay’s eyes sparkled with excitement as they huddled together, deep in a debate on how to proceed.
Finally, they decided to merge both methods: *Bruce would pick the lock, and the other two would distract John.*
“Ready?” Bruce said, jiggling the lock.
“On three!” Clay whispered.
When they broke through the door, they found John sitting on his bed, arms crossed defiantly.
“Welcome!” he scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “Did you get lost?”
“John!” Clay exclaimed, lunging for his brother, but John was quick, dodging him like a rabbit.
They ended up grappling for a few moments, their tails twisting around each other in the struggle. Bruce and Branch joined in, and it turned into an all-out tussle.
“Come on, John! We just need to get you there!” Branch said, trying to keep hold of John’s arms.
“*Never!*” John cried, kicking back against their combined strength.
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After a hefty struggle, they finally dragged him down the hall toward Dr. MoonBloom’s office, but not without a few *spectators.* A few trolls sprinkled around the village paused, some chuckling, others shaking their heads.
“Look! It’s the oldest brother of BroZone!” one troll yelled, causing the others to laugh.
“Yeah, way to go, John!” another snickered.
John shouted back indignantly, “Shut up! I hate shots!”
When they finally burst into Dr. MoonBloom's office, she stood waiting with an inviting smile, though it quickly faded as she glanced at the chaos.
“*Oh my,*” she said, raising her eyebrows. “Looks like I have some spirited patients today.”
“Just four shots, Doctor,” Clay gasped as he pulled John inside, who was white-knuckled with fear.
John's eyes widened at the sight of the used syringes. “What are those for?!” he yelled, backing up into Bruce, who quickly stepped forward.
“Okay, it’s time to—”
Before Dr. MoonBloom could finish, John panicked. With a sudden burst of energy, he screamed, “HELP!” and started to struggle more vigorously, kicking and writhing, demanding for Floyd to come to his side.
Floyd’s droopy tail perked up in confusion. “I’m right here, John!” he called out, trying to comfort him.
With a deep breath, Dr. MoonBloom stepped forward slowly, attempting to soothe him. “John, you need these for your health. I promise it’ll be over quickly.”
But John wouldn’t relent. “No! You don’t understand! They hurt!” he screeched, flailing his arms desperately.
Bruce and Clay held him tightly while his tail whipped back and forth wildly. Just as Dr. MoonBloom prepared the first syringe, John screamed in exasperation, “You’re going to stab me!”
“It’s just for your health!” Clay insisted. “*Please*, John!”
“NO! NO! NO! I refuse to do this!” John yelled.
One by one, they administered the shots, and each jab was met with an extraordinary amount of shouting and a primal kind of defiance that left everyone in the clinic staring in astonishment.
Finally, with the last shot administered, John broke free from their grip, bolting out of the nurse pod like a rocket. “Catch me if you can!” he shouted triumphantly, though it was clear he was defeated, running down the hall in a state of disbelief at what had just occurred.
His brothers stared after him, a long, heavy sigh escaping Bruce’s lips. “What an idiot…”
“I… I guess we’ll have to deal with that later,” Branch said, scratching his head.
Clay shook his head, “Yeah, let him run for now. He’ll come around eventually.”
Floyd stood quietly, his tail gently waving in the air as he whispered softly, “I just wanted him to be okay…”
With the uncertainty hanging in the air, the brothers could only hope that John would eventually face his fears head-on—because that was what brothers were for.
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And as for John Dory? Well, he may have been a stubborn old troll, but he knew he had his band of brothers always ready to support him—whether he liked it or not.
**END**