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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!!!!!
make it funny.
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 an idiot.."
Poor John Dory, he's traumatized lol
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!!!!!
make it funny.
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 an idiot.."
Poor John Dory, he's traumatized lol
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
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**Trolls 3 Band Together: NO THANK YOU!!!**
**Scene 1: The Doctor's Office**
The sun peeked through the grimy windows of Dr. MoonBloom's clinic, illuminating the chaos inside. Dr. MoonBloom, a colorful troll with fuchsia hair and periwinkle skin, was in the middle of patching up a bickering couple of pixies when Floyd, looking half-dead and propped up by his brothers, was escorted into the tiny exam room.
"Alright, everyone," she cheerfully stated, adjusting her spectacles, “let’s see what’s going on with our star of the day. Floyd, what seems to be the problem?”
“I’m really just here for my brothers,” Floyd mumbled, his tail drooping like a deflated balloon. “I feel fine…”
“Oh, please,” Branch interjected with a snort, crossing his arms. “You call that a smile? Looks more like a ‘please-don’t-sit-on-me’ face.” His tail flicked with mischief.
Clay nodded in agreement, “Exactly! A smile that should come with a warning label: ‘May cause concern if visible from more than ten feet away.’”
Floyd glared daggers at them with what little strength he had. “Guys, I can hear you…”
“Okay,” Dr. MoonBloom interrupted, stifling a chuckle. “Let’s check your vitals. Open wide and say ‘ABACAB.’”
Floyd obeyed like a lamb led to slaughter. The doc jotted down notes while glancing at John Dory, who stood rigidly at the back of the room, trying to blend into the wallpaper despite his striking appearance.
“Anyone else here feeling under the weather?” Dr. MoonBloom asked, glancing around. “Any nagging coughs, itchy noses… general weirdness?”
There was a collective pause that echoed through the room, then a chorus of “No’s!” and “Nopes!” erupted.
“Really?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Because I’m sensing some high-level reluctance about something here…”
Floyd shifted uncomfortably, his smile now as flat as a pancake. At that moment, he piped up, “W-Well… John—”
John Dory sighed dramatically, “Floyd. C’mon, it’s just a cough…” He waved a dismissive hand that was so used to being stubborn.
“But that’s what you keep saying!” Floyd shot back, looking down at his tail, which was now flicking nervously. “It sounds… bad.”
“He's right, John Dory,” Clay chimed in, his arms crossing like a gate closing. “I can hear it from over here. You sound like a moose caught in a blender.”
Branch turned to Dr. MoonBloom. “But he refuses to let us help him. I can barely get him to take a spoonful of cough syrup without a wrestling match.”
John Dory straightened up, clearing his throat dramatically. “I’m fine!—” And then he was hit with a ferocious cough. “—As you were saying…”
Dr. MoonBloom chuckled softly, “Can we check you all just to be safe before I start handing out Bouncy Castle prescriptions?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” John spluttered, panic exploding in his eyes. “I am NOT sick!”
“Well, let’s take a look,” she said, pen poised, “and try not to flinch when I take your temperature.”
“Are you going to use the big thermometer?” John asked, his nose scrunching in horror.
“John, it’s not that bad,” Clay reassured him, but John Dory could practically hear the “yet” at the end of that sentence.
Dr. MoonBloom’s eyes widened as she noted John’s dimming spirit and the fact that his last shot was years overdue. “Hmm… looks like you’re due for your newborn shots.”
“NO!” John wailed, her words igniting a freakout within him. “I’m NOT going for shots! You can’t make me!”
*Scene 2: The Bunker Chaos*
Back at the bunker that evening, chaos erupted. John Dory was furiously pacing his room, mouth agape, fingers trembling. “I AM NOT TAKING THAT SHOT!” he shouted. His tail puffed up, becoming an excited, jagged feather duster.
Clay slammed his hands on the table in frustration. “YOU HAVE TO!”
“NOOOOOO!” John’s voice echoed through the bunker.
“JOHN—”
“CLAY, YOU KNOW I HATE SHOTS!!!!!!!!” John bellowed, practically ripping his hair out.
“I DON'T CARE. YOU ARE GOING!!!”
“NO.”
“YES.”
“NOOOOO! CALL BRUCE!”
“CALL HIM? YOU’RE LITERALLY THE OLDEST! HE IS MY LITTLE BROTHER!!”
“YEAH, BY LIKE FOUR YEARS!!”
“NOOOOO!”
Floyd, sitting on the couch looking weak, raised a drooping tail. “Guys… can we settle this over some nice tea?”
“I CAN’T SHOT DOWN TEA!” John shouted back, but it only made Floyd droop further.
“Alright,” Clay grumbled. “I’m calling him.”
He whipped out his phone and dialed Bruce. The phone rang.
“Hey, Bruce,” Clay began, sighing, “you’re going to want to come back. John’s being… John.”
“Isn’t he always?” Bruce replied, amusement lacing his voice.
“Listen, he locked himself in his room because he refuses to get his shots. We need your authoritative stature here before he gets out of control… again.”
“On my way,” Bruce replied. “I’ll bring donuts. And a crowbar if necessary.”
John Dory now had the unfortunate weight of knowing he was going to be forcibly dragged to that doctor’s office. *How can I run now?* he thought.
*Scene 3: The Lockdown*
The next morning, Bruce showed up at the bunker armed with donuts and a determined expression. “Alright, boys. I heard there was a situation.”
Clay looked at John’s locked door and said, “Bruce, can you pick the lock? We need to drag him out.”
“Sure thing,” Bruce smirked, “but you might want to stand back. I have… a few tricks up my sleeve.”
After several attempts and some classic troll wrestling moves against the door, John’s yells could be heard echoing from the other side. "YOU CAN’T MAKE ME! I’M THE OLDEST TROLL IN THIS HOUSE! NO SHOTS!"
“Jeez, he’s really digging in this time,” Bruce remarked, smirking. “Little does he know, I’ve got defense tactics that can counter stubbornness. Watch and learn.”
The door swung open with a groan, revealing John Dory, eyes-wide, tail flicking wildly in sheer panic. Bruce and Clay combined forces and literally grabbed him by the arms, trying to bring him out like a troll-shaped ruckus.
“Why do you all have to be so strong?” John sputtered amidst wrestling moves, “Why can’t you all be gentle like Floyd?” He glanced back at Floyd, who just looked sad.
“Oh don’t look at me,” Floyd said, flopping back on the couch, “I’m not much help right now.”
“We need to get you to Dr. MoonBloom,” Branch added, easily hopping in to help drag the flailing John.
“NO! PLEASE, I’LL DO ANYTHING!” John cried, “I’ll wash the dishes, I’ll clean up the bunker every day for a week! Just don’t make me go!”
But he was no match for the combined strength of his brothers.
*Scene 4: The Doctor's Office AGAIN*
When they finally arrived at the doctor’s, John Dory struggled like a mad troll, practically flipping upside down as Clay held his feet, Branch held his waist, and Bruce had a firm grip on his arms. “TOLD YOU GUYS I DIDN’T WANT TO GO!” he screeched as they tugged him inside.
“Look, it’ll only take a second!” Dr. MoonBloom reassured, whipping out four syringes ready for action.
“Four?” John’s facial expression went from defiance to sheer terror; his tail morphed into an indignant swirl.
“Yeah, John, one for each shot you missed,” Clay grinned, clearly giddy over John’s predicament.
The doc expertly moved in, but John flailed harder. “HELP! FLOYD! I NEED YOU! TELL THEM TO STOP!”
Floyd just sat there on the edge of the nurse's desk, looking even more deflated. “Sorry, John… but this isn’t looking good….”
“Floyd, you traitor!” John shrieked, “How could you do this?!”
Bruce stood firm in his stance, “John, suck it up; it’s just a tiny pinch. If you want to be able to do anything, you have to take the medicine.”
“A TINY PINCH?! IT FEELS LIKE A STAB WITH A TINY KNIFE!” John hollered back, and just as the doctor readied the first shot… *Poke!*
“Wow! That wasn’t so bad, right?” Clay teased, trying to keep his spirits high.
As the subsequent shots followed, John literally wrenched his arms free, “I CAN’T TAKE IT! HEEEELP!”
When it finally ended, he scrambled away from the nurse’s table, bolting like a blue comet out of the office, his tail vibrating with panic.
“WHAT AN IDIOT!” Branch exclaimed, barely laughing at his older brother’s escape.
Floyd sighed, his droopy tail rising a little higher. “Poor John Dory, he really is traumatized. But it does make a good story… eventually.”
“Yeah,” Clay chuckled, “one for the troll history books. Or at least a section in our family saga… right next to the time he tried cup juggling when he should’ve been cleaning.”
“And ate all the cupcakes we made,” Branch added with a grin.
Their laughter echoed down the hallway as they prepared to follow their now scattershot brother into his new adventure of scaring any reasonable doctor away.
*Scene 5: Later That Evening*
John Dory eventually collapsed on his couch at home, still reeling from the chaos of the day. “What a day,” he muttered, half-expecting to see his pet armadillo-bus-van Rhonda waiting for an ear scratch.
His brothers gathered around, Floyd with a freshly baked cake in his hands. “Okay, John, the first slice is for you. We know you deserve it after that.”
“Yeah,” Clay added, smirking mischievously. “And consider it a shot at redemption. No needles involved!”
“Just cake,” Branch chimed in, his eyes sparkling, “and that’s so much sweeter!”
John chuckled, feeling the warmth of his brothers surround him. Maybe taking shots wasn’t the worst thing as long as he had his family to cushion the fall.
And with a little sliver of frosting on his lip and a grumble still resonating in his tail, he finally smiled—this time for real. “Alright! Who’s first for a bite?”
**Scene 1: The Doctor's Office**
The sun peeked through the grimy windows of Dr. MoonBloom's clinic, illuminating the chaos inside. Dr. MoonBloom, a colorful troll with fuchsia hair and periwinkle skin, was in the middle of patching up a bickering couple of pixies when Floyd, looking half-dead and propped up by his brothers, was escorted into the tiny exam room.
"Alright, everyone," she cheerfully stated, adjusting her spectacles, “let’s see what’s going on with our star of the day. Floyd, what seems to be the problem?”
“I’m really just here for my brothers,” Floyd mumbled, his tail drooping like a deflated balloon. “I feel fine…”
“Oh, please,” Branch interjected with a snort, crossing his arms. “You call that a smile? Looks more like a ‘please-don’t-sit-on-me’ face.” His tail flicked with mischief.
Clay nodded in agreement, “Exactly! A smile that should come with a warning label: ‘May cause concern if visible from more than ten feet away.’”
Floyd glared daggers at them with what little strength he had. “Guys, I can hear you…”
“Okay,” Dr. MoonBloom interrupted, stifling a chuckle. “Let’s check your vitals. Open wide and say ‘ABACAB.’”
Floyd obeyed like a lamb led to slaughter. The doc jotted down notes while glancing at John Dory, who stood rigidly at the back of the room, trying to blend into the wallpaper despite his striking appearance.
“Anyone else here feeling under the weather?” Dr. MoonBloom asked, glancing around. “Any nagging coughs, itchy noses… general weirdness?”
There was a collective pause that echoed through the room, then a chorus of “No’s!” and “Nopes!” erupted.
“Really?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Because I’m sensing some high-level reluctance about something here…”
Floyd shifted uncomfortably, his smile now as flat as a pancake. At that moment, he piped up, “W-Well… John—”
John Dory sighed dramatically, “Floyd. C’mon, it’s just a cough…” He waved a dismissive hand that was so used to being stubborn.
“But that’s what you keep saying!” Floyd shot back, looking down at his tail, which was now flicking nervously. “It sounds… bad.”
“He's right, John Dory,” Clay chimed in, his arms crossing like a gate closing. “I can hear it from over here. You sound like a moose caught in a blender.”
Branch turned to Dr. MoonBloom. “But he refuses to let us help him. I can barely get him to take a spoonful of cough syrup without a wrestling match.”
John Dory straightened up, clearing his throat dramatically. “I’m fine!—” And then he was hit with a ferocious cough. “—As you were saying…”
Dr. MoonBloom chuckled softly, “Can we check you all just to be safe before I start handing out Bouncy Castle prescriptions?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” John spluttered, panic exploding in his eyes. “I am NOT sick!”
“Well, let’s take a look,” she said, pen poised, “and try not to flinch when I take your temperature.”
“Are you going to use the big thermometer?” John asked, his nose scrunching in horror.
“John, it’s not that bad,” Clay reassured him, but John Dory could practically hear the “yet” at the end of that sentence.
Dr. MoonBloom’s eyes widened as she noted John’s dimming spirit and the fact that his last shot was years overdue. “Hmm… looks like you’re due for your newborn shots.”
“NO!” John wailed, her words igniting a freakout within him. “I’m NOT going for shots! You can’t make me!”
*Scene 2: The Bunker Chaos*
Back at the bunker that evening, chaos erupted. John Dory was furiously pacing his room, mouth agape, fingers trembling. “I AM NOT TAKING THAT SHOT!” he shouted. His tail puffed up, becoming an excited, jagged feather duster.
Clay slammed his hands on the table in frustration. “YOU HAVE TO!”
“NOOOOOO!” John’s voice echoed through the bunker.
“JOHN—”
“CLAY, YOU KNOW I HATE SHOTS!!!!!!!!” John bellowed, practically ripping his hair out.
“I DON'T CARE. YOU ARE GOING!!!”
“NO.”
“YES.”
“NOOOOO! CALL BRUCE!”
“CALL HIM? YOU’RE LITERALLY THE OLDEST! HE IS MY LITTLE BROTHER!!”
“YEAH, BY LIKE FOUR YEARS!!”
“NOOOOO!”
Floyd, sitting on the couch looking weak, raised a drooping tail. “Guys… can we settle this over some nice tea?”
“I CAN’T SHOT DOWN TEA!” John shouted back, but it only made Floyd droop further.
“Alright,” Clay grumbled. “I’m calling him.”
He whipped out his phone and dialed Bruce. The phone rang.
“Hey, Bruce,” Clay began, sighing, “you’re going to want to come back. John’s being… John.”
“Isn’t he always?” Bruce replied, amusement lacing his voice.
“Listen, he locked himself in his room because he refuses to get his shots. We need your authoritative stature here before he gets out of control… again.”
“On my way,” Bruce replied. “I’ll bring donuts. And a crowbar if necessary.”
John Dory now had the unfortunate weight of knowing he was going to be forcibly dragged to that doctor’s office. *How can I run now?* he thought.
*Scene 3: The Lockdown*
The next morning, Bruce showed up at the bunker armed with donuts and a determined expression. “Alright, boys. I heard there was a situation.”
Clay looked at John’s locked door and said, “Bruce, can you pick the lock? We need to drag him out.”
“Sure thing,” Bruce smirked, “but you might want to stand back. I have… a few tricks up my sleeve.”
After several attempts and some classic troll wrestling moves against the door, John’s yells could be heard echoing from the other side. "YOU CAN’T MAKE ME! I’M THE OLDEST TROLL IN THIS HOUSE! NO SHOTS!"
“Jeez, he’s really digging in this time,” Bruce remarked, smirking. “Little does he know, I’ve got defense tactics that can counter stubbornness. Watch and learn.”
The door swung open with a groan, revealing John Dory, eyes-wide, tail flicking wildly in sheer panic. Bruce and Clay combined forces and literally grabbed him by the arms, trying to bring him out like a troll-shaped ruckus.
“Why do you all have to be so strong?” John sputtered amidst wrestling moves, “Why can’t you all be gentle like Floyd?” He glanced back at Floyd, who just looked sad.
“Oh don’t look at me,” Floyd said, flopping back on the couch, “I’m not much help right now.”
“We need to get you to Dr. MoonBloom,” Branch added, easily hopping in to help drag the flailing John.
“NO! PLEASE, I’LL DO ANYTHING!” John cried, “I’ll wash the dishes, I’ll clean up the bunker every day for a week! Just don’t make me go!”
But he was no match for the combined strength of his brothers.
*Scene 4: The Doctor's Office AGAIN*
When they finally arrived at the doctor’s, John Dory struggled like a mad troll, practically flipping upside down as Clay held his feet, Branch held his waist, and Bruce had a firm grip on his arms. “TOLD YOU GUYS I DIDN’T WANT TO GO!” he screeched as they tugged him inside.
“Look, it’ll only take a second!” Dr. MoonBloom reassured, whipping out four syringes ready for action.
“Four?” John’s facial expression went from defiance to sheer terror; his tail morphed into an indignant swirl.
“Yeah, John, one for each shot you missed,” Clay grinned, clearly giddy over John’s predicament.
The doc expertly moved in, but John flailed harder. “HELP! FLOYD! I NEED YOU! TELL THEM TO STOP!”
Floyd just sat there on the edge of the nurse's desk, looking even more deflated. “Sorry, John… but this isn’t looking good….”
“Floyd, you traitor!” John shrieked, “How could you do this?!”
Bruce stood firm in his stance, “John, suck it up; it’s just a tiny pinch. If you want to be able to do anything, you have to take the medicine.”
“A TINY PINCH?! IT FEELS LIKE A STAB WITH A TINY KNIFE!” John hollered back, and just as the doctor readied the first shot… *Poke!*
“Wow! That wasn’t so bad, right?” Clay teased, trying to keep his spirits high.
As the subsequent shots followed, John literally wrenched his arms free, “I CAN’T TAKE IT! HEEEELP!”
When it finally ended, he scrambled away from the nurse’s table, bolting like a blue comet out of the office, his tail vibrating with panic.
“WHAT AN IDIOT!” Branch exclaimed, barely laughing at his older brother’s escape.
Floyd sighed, his droopy tail rising a little higher. “Poor John Dory, he really is traumatized. But it does make a good story… eventually.”
“Yeah,” Clay chuckled, “one for the troll history books. Or at least a section in our family saga… right next to the time he tried cup juggling when he should’ve been cleaning.”
“And ate all the cupcakes we made,” Branch added with a grin.
Their laughter echoed down the hallway as they prepared to follow their now scattershot brother into his new adventure of scaring any reasonable doctor away.
*Scene 5: Later That Evening*
John Dory eventually collapsed on his couch at home, still reeling from the chaos of the day. “What a day,” he muttered, half-expecting to see his pet armadillo-bus-van Rhonda waiting for an ear scratch.
His brothers gathered around, Floyd with a freshly baked cake in his hands. “Okay, John, the first slice is for you. We know you deserve it after that.”
“Yeah,” Clay added, smirking mischievously. “And consider it a shot at redemption. No needles involved!”
“Just cake,” Branch chimed in, his eyes sparkling, “and that’s so much sweeter!”
John chuckled, feeling the warmth of his brothers surround him. Maybe taking shots wasn’t the worst thing as long as he had his family to cushion the fall.
And with a little sliver of frosting on his lip and a grumble still resonating in his tail, he finally smiled—this time for real. “Alright! Who’s first for a bite?”