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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 and went back to the bunker, chaos erupted,
John Dory was freaking out...
"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 and went back to the bunker, chaos erupted,
John Dory was freaking out...
"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
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The sun barely peeked through the clouds as the remaining members of the BroZone gathered around Floyd, who lay slumped against the wall of the bunker, his tail drooping dismally. His brothers had been cautious, having witnessed the ordeal he faced after the unfortunate events involving Velvet and Venner.
Clay crossed his arms, glancing at the doorway of the medical room where Dr. MoonBloom was busy attending to another patient. “He should be feeling better soon, right?” he said with a mix of concern and annoyance.
“Floyd’s tough. He’ll bounce back in no time,” Branch replied, flicking his own tail with mild irritation.
But Floyd’s smile had dimmed, and the worry in his brothers’ eyes didn't escape him. After a few moments of silence, Floyd finally spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. “W-Well... John—”
“Floyd. C’mon, it’s just a cough…” John Dory mumbled, shuffling his feet. He was always this way—approaching problems with a casualness that rubbed his younger siblings the wrong way.
“But that sounds... bad,” Floyd insisted, narrowing his eyes at the floor. His tail swished anxiously.
“Do you other boys need something or are you hurt?” Dr. MoonBloom asked, finally turning her attention towards them.
“No.” “Nope!” “No, thanks for asking,” they replied in unison.
Yet, Clyde pointed out a troubling detail—Floyd’s smile wasn't quite reaching his eyes. Just as they were about to leave, Floyd's voice cracked through the air again, “W-Well... John—”
“Floyd,” John sighed, cutting him off. “What did I say about overreacting?”
“WELL, that’s what you keep saying… but it just sounds… bad…” Floyd’s gaze fell again, his optimism slowly dwindling.
“He’s right, John Dory,” Clay interjected, standing firm. “It seems like you’re sick… very…”
Branch flicked his tail in agreement. “But he refuses to let us help him, insisting he’s alright,” he stated, sending John Dory a knowing look.
“I’m fine!—” John started, only to be interrupted by a sudden coughing fit.
“...As you were saying?” Branch added, smirking slightly.
Eventually, with some persuasion—mostly from the concerned glances of his younger brothers—John reluctantly agreed to get checked out. As Dr. MoonBloom assessed him, she checked his temperature and perused John’s medical history. The moment she glanced up, her expression shifted.
"You need your newborn shots, John. Very important. You’ll need to come back tomorrow for those."
“NO,” came the immediate reply, as John’s eyes widened in horror.
“John! You have to!” Clay insisted, crossing his arms, his tail flicking earnestly.
“NOOOOOO.” John’s refusal echoed through the bunker.
“YOU HAVE TO—”
“CLAY, YOU KNOW I HATE SHOTS!!!!”
“I DON’T CARE, YOU ARE GOING!!!”
“NO.”
“YES.”
“NOOOOOO.”
As a last resort, Clay threatened, “DON’T MAKE ME CALL BRUCE!!!!”
“CALL HIM! I’M LITERALLY THE OLDEST! HE IS MY LITTLE BROTHER!!!”
“YEAH, BY LIKE FOUR YEARS!!!”
“NOOOOO.”
With that, John Dory dashed to his room and slammed the door, locking it tight.
Clay sighed heavily and pulled out his bug phone. “I have no choice,” he muttered, dialing Bruce’s number.
When Bruce picked up, the sound of several children’s voices echoed in the background. “Hey, Clay! What’s going on?”
“Bruce... we have a bit of a situation with John.”
“What happened? Is he okay?” Bruce asked, his tone growing serious.
“Well, he’s refusing to go to the doctor for his shots. He’s locked himself in his room, and honestly, it’s a mess.”
Bruce chuckled lightly, but there was a note of worry in his voice. “Ah, classic John. He always did hate shots. What do you need me to do?”
“We might need your... persuasion,” Clay replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Consider it done. I’m on my way.”
Later that day, Bruce arrived at the bunker, pushing through the door with an authoritative air. John was where they left him, still holed up in his room, determined to remain inside.
As Bruce approached the door, Floyd’s tail drooped sadly beside him. “What’s the plan?” he asked quietly.
“When we were younger, John Dory just... hated shots,” Bruce explained, a grin forming. “Before you and Branch were born... I remember when John had to go to the doctor for a shot.”
“Didn’t we all?” Clay chimed in, trying to suppress a laugh. “I remember that day. He was a total baby!”
“Yeah!” Bruce added. “We literally had to HOLD him down as he kicked and screamed.” The laughter was infectious, but Floyd’s expression was still concerned.
“Oh.”
As night fell, the brothers eventually went to bed, hoping they could get through to John in the morning.
---
The sun rose, casting a warm glow through the bunker. Determined not to let John’s stubbornness win, Bruce, Clay, and Branch gathered outside his door.
“John!” Bruce called, knocking lightly. “We’re coming in!”
“NO! GO AWAY!” John yelled back, his voice muffled.
“John, this isn’t a negotiation,” Clay said, rolling his eyes. “You’re coming with us whether you like it or not.”
Bruce nodded, brow furrowing with seriousness. “We’re getting in, whether you like it or not.”
With a quick nod from Clay, the three brothers worked together to pick the lock. The click of the door was satisfying, and as they swung it open, they found John curled up on his bed, defiantly glaring at them.
“Let me stay!” he shouted.
“We’re not leaving without you, come on!” Bruce replied, grabbing his arm.
“NO!” John yelled, squirming, but the brothers were prepared. They launched an offensive—Branch took one arm while Clay grabbed the other.
“Let go! You can’t do this to me!” John shouted, kicking his legs.
Floyd trailed behind them, his tail drooping with worry. “Uh… maybe we shouldn’t be forcing him,” he suggested, watching the chaos unfold.
“Too late!” Clay barked, determination in his voice. “We’re dragging you, John!”
As they struggled against his protests, they managed to haul him down the path towards the doctor’s office, drawing curious looks from other trolls.
When they finally reached Dr. MoonBloom’s office, she met them with a raised eyebrow. “Four shots, John. Are you ready?”
John’s eyes widened. “FOUR?! NO WAY!”
“Sorry, buddy. It’s for your health!” Bruce replied, trying to sound firm while also being sympathetic.
“I HATE YOU ALL!” John screamed, bucking against his brothers.
“We’ll hold you down!” Clay insisted, struggling with John’s flailing arms and legs.
“I want Floyd! HELP!” John wailed, desperately trying to wriggle free.
Dr. MoonBloom steadied herself. “Alright, let’s do this quickly.”
As she prepped the shots, John’s tail flicked furiously behind him, and panic filled his voice. “No! Please, please no!”
With all their might, the brothers held him down as Dr. MoonBloom administered each shot. The moment the first needle went in, John screamed, “IT HURTS LIKE BEING STABBED WITH A TINY KNIFE!!!!”
“Hang in there, John,” Bruce shouted over his brother’s grumbling.
“THAT DOESN’T HELP!”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dr. MoonBloom finished and stepped back, allowing John to bolt out of the nurse pod. “YOU’RE ALL IDIOTS!” he shouted as he ran out the door. His brothers exchanged weary glances.
“What an idiot…” Branch muttered, shaking his head.
“Well, at least he got through it,” Clay added, though he was still concerned.
Floyd’s tail remained drooped as he sighed, feeling defeated yet relieved. “We’ll catch up with him later, right?”
“Yeah, when he calms down,” Bruce said, rubbing the back of his neck as he eyed the door John had fled through.
“Right,” Clay nodded, but the uncertainty hung thick in the air.
As the waves of worry washed over them, they knew that John Dory was stubborn, but he was their brother, and they would always be by his side, even if it meant dragging him to the doctor.
And as for John, he had no idea what awaited him in the next chapter of their chaotic adventure together.
---
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The sun barely peeked through the clouds as the remaining members of the BroZone gathered around Floyd, who lay slumped against the wall of the bunker, his tail drooping dismally. His brothers had been cautious, having witnessed the ordeal he faced after the unfortunate events involving Velvet and Venner.
Clay crossed his arms, glancing at the doorway of the medical room where Dr. MoonBloom was busy attending to another patient. “He should be feeling better soon, right?” he said with a mix of concern and annoyance.
“Floyd’s tough. He’ll bounce back in no time,” Branch replied, flicking his own tail with mild irritation.
But Floyd’s smile had dimmed, and the worry in his brothers’ eyes didn't escape him. After a few moments of silence, Floyd finally spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. “W-Well... John—”
“Floyd. C’mon, it’s just a cough…” John Dory mumbled, shuffling his feet. He was always this way—approaching problems with a casualness that rubbed his younger siblings the wrong way.
“But that sounds... bad,” Floyd insisted, narrowing his eyes at the floor. His tail swished anxiously.
“Do you other boys need something or are you hurt?” Dr. MoonBloom asked, finally turning her attention towards them.
“No.” “Nope!” “No, thanks for asking,” they replied in unison.
Yet, Clyde pointed out a troubling detail—Floyd’s smile wasn't quite reaching his eyes. Just as they were about to leave, Floyd's voice cracked through the air again, “W-Well... John—”
“Floyd,” John sighed, cutting him off. “What did I say about overreacting?”
“WELL, that’s what you keep saying… but it just sounds… bad…” Floyd’s gaze fell again, his optimism slowly dwindling.
“He’s right, John Dory,” Clay interjected, standing firm. “It seems like you’re sick… very…”
Branch flicked his tail in agreement. “But he refuses to let us help him, insisting he’s alright,” he stated, sending John Dory a knowing look.
“I’m fine!—” John started, only to be interrupted by a sudden coughing fit.
“...As you were saying?” Branch added, smirking slightly.
Eventually, with some persuasion—mostly from the concerned glances of his younger brothers—John reluctantly agreed to get checked out. As Dr. MoonBloom assessed him, she checked his temperature and perused John’s medical history. The moment she glanced up, her expression shifted.
"You need your newborn shots, John. Very important. You’ll need to come back tomorrow for those."
“NO,” came the immediate reply, as John’s eyes widened in horror.
“John! You have to!” Clay insisted, crossing his arms, his tail flicking earnestly.
“NOOOOOO.” John’s refusal echoed through the bunker.
“YOU HAVE TO—”
“CLAY, YOU KNOW I HATE SHOTS!!!!”
“I DON’T CARE, YOU ARE GOING!!!”
“NO.”
“YES.”
“NOOOOOO.”
As a last resort, Clay threatened, “DON’T MAKE ME CALL BRUCE!!!!”
“CALL HIM! I’M LITERALLY THE OLDEST! HE IS MY LITTLE BROTHER!!!”
“YEAH, BY LIKE FOUR YEARS!!!”
“NOOOOO.”
With that, John Dory dashed to his room and slammed the door, locking it tight.
Clay sighed heavily and pulled out his bug phone. “I have no choice,” he muttered, dialing Bruce’s number.
When Bruce picked up, the sound of several children’s voices echoed in the background. “Hey, Clay! What’s going on?”
“Bruce... we have a bit of a situation with John.”
“What happened? Is he okay?” Bruce asked, his tone growing serious.
“Well, he’s refusing to go to the doctor for his shots. He’s locked himself in his room, and honestly, it’s a mess.”
Bruce chuckled lightly, but there was a note of worry in his voice. “Ah, classic John. He always did hate shots. What do you need me to do?”
“We might need your... persuasion,” Clay replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Consider it done. I’m on my way.”
Later that day, Bruce arrived at the bunker, pushing through the door with an authoritative air. John was where they left him, still holed up in his room, determined to remain inside.
As Bruce approached the door, Floyd’s tail drooped sadly beside him. “What’s the plan?” he asked quietly.
“When we were younger, John Dory just... hated shots,” Bruce explained, a grin forming. “Before you and Branch were born... I remember when John had to go to the doctor for a shot.”
“Didn’t we all?” Clay chimed in, trying to suppress a laugh. “I remember that day. He was a total baby!”
“Yeah!” Bruce added. “We literally had to HOLD him down as he kicked and screamed.” The laughter was infectious, but Floyd’s expression was still concerned.
“Oh.”
As night fell, the brothers eventually went to bed, hoping they could get through to John in the morning.
---
The sun rose, casting a warm glow through the bunker. Determined not to let John’s stubbornness win, Bruce, Clay, and Branch gathered outside his door.
“John!” Bruce called, knocking lightly. “We’re coming in!”
“NO! GO AWAY!” John yelled back, his voice muffled.
“John, this isn’t a negotiation,” Clay said, rolling his eyes. “You’re coming with us whether you like it or not.”
Bruce nodded, brow furrowing with seriousness. “We’re getting in, whether you like it or not.”
With a quick nod from Clay, the three brothers worked together to pick the lock. The click of the door was satisfying, and as they swung it open, they found John curled up on his bed, defiantly glaring at them.
“Let me stay!” he shouted.
“We’re not leaving without you, come on!” Bruce replied, grabbing his arm.
“NO!” John yelled, squirming, but the brothers were prepared. They launched an offensive—Branch took one arm while Clay grabbed the other.
“Let go! You can’t do this to me!” John shouted, kicking his legs.
Floyd trailed behind them, his tail drooping with worry. “Uh… maybe we shouldn’t be forcing him,” he suggested, watching the chaos unfold.
“Too late!” Clay barked, determination in his voice. “We’re dragging you, John!”
As they struggled against his protests, they managed to haul him down the path towards the doctor’s office, drawing curious looks from other trolls.
When they finally reached Dr. MoonBloom’s office, she met them with a raised eyebrow. “Four shots, John. Are you ready?”
John’s eyes widened. “FOUR?! NO WAY!”
“Sorry, buddy. It’s for your health!” Bruce replied, trying to sound firm while also being sympathetic.
“I HATE YOU ALL!” John screamed, bucking against his brothers.
“We’ll hold you down!” Clay insisted, struggling with John’s flailing arms and legs.
“I want Floyd! HELP!” John wailed, desperately trying to wriggle free.
Dr. MoonBloom steadied herself. “Alright, let’s do this quickly.”
As she prepped the shots, John’s tail flicked furiously behind him, and panic filled his voice. “No! Please, please no!”
With all their might, the brothers held him down as Dr. MoonBloom administered each shot. The moment the first needle went in, John screamed, “IT HURTS LIKE BEING STABBED WITH A TINY KNIFE!!!!”
“Hang in there, John,” Bruce shouted over his brother’s grumbling.
“THAT DOESN’T HELP!”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dr. MoonBloom finished and stepped back, allowing John to bolt out of the nurse pod. “YOU’RE ALL IDIOTS!” he shouted as he ran out the door. His brothers exchanged weary glances.
“What an idiot…” Branch muttered, shaking his head.
“Well, at least he got through it,” Clay added, though he was still concerned.
Floyd’s tail remained drooped as he sighed, feeling defeated yet relieved. “We’ll catch up with him later, right?”
“Yeah, when he calms down,” Bruce said, rubbing the back of his neck as he eyed the door John had fled through.
“Right,” Clay nodded, but the uncertainty hung thick in the air.
As the waves of worry washed over them, they knew that John Dory was stubborn, but he was their brother, and they would always be by his side, even if it meant dragging him to the doctor.
And as for John, he had no idea what awaited him in the next chapter of their chaotic adventure together.
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