Question
Tittle:{"NO THANK YOU!!!"} Trolls 3 band together.
START FROM THE BEGINNING!!!!!
make it funny.
and your own version
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!!!!!
make it funny.
and your own version
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
Answers
GPT-4o mini
**Title: "NO THANK YOU!!!"**
**Trolls 3 Band Together**
---
After the mayhem with Velvet and Venner (who might have confused their rock group with a circus act), Floyd was feeling like a soggy sock after a rainstorm. It was nothing short of a miracle that he managed to stand on stage, let alone perform. His brothers decided that after such a performance, a trip to the doctor was in order. But alas, their brave brother Bruce had to jet back to Vacy Island to wrangle a horde of kids while helping his wife with their restaurant, "Trollin’ Good Eats."
As Floyd slumped into one of the waiting room chairs, his normally vibrant tail droopi-fied itself—a sad little curl that pretty much screamed, “Help me!” Dr. MoonBloom was already occupied with another patient—a very chatty ginger cat who apparently needed to get its “purr-fect” annual checkup. The room hummed with meows and scornful looks from other patients.
“Hey, doc!” John Dory called out as she finished with the cat and turned to them, “You got any spare Nemo stickers for my bro here?"
"Not a single one," Dr. MoonBloom chuckled, “but I’ve got some lollipops. Do you want me to check your temperature first?”
“Can’t a troll just sit back, relax, and take a nap?” Floyd interjected, his voice muffled by a pillow.
“Sorry, buddy. That’s not how medicine works.” She flashed him a knowing smile as she pulled out her thermometer. “Now, let’s check you out.”
After a series of doctor-ish things involving plenty of eyes being poked and temperature checks, Dr. MoonBloom found that Floyd had somehow avoided getting his newborn vaccinations. “Floyd, sweetie, you’re due for your shots,” she said with a mix of concern and humor.
“Shots? But I’m practically a grown-up!” Floyd protested, but everyone could see his forced smile slowly fading, like a morning sun battling gloomy clouds.
“Look, doc,” Branch interjected, “isn’t it illegal for trolls to go around not being fully vaccinated? Like, can we go to troll jail for that?”
Dr. MoonBloom raised an eyebrow. “I... don’t think that’s how it works, Branch.”
“Yeah, but you should see John Dory’s face when shots come into play,” Floyd said, glancing sideways.
John Dory cut in, “I’m fine! Totally fine!” But a sudden cough erupted from him, and his tail curled uncomfortably close to the ground, revealing his somewhat panicked state.
“Uh, you know, that cough really doesn’t sound—” John Dory opened his mouth to deny it further, but all that came out was **hack** **cough**, as he grabbed his throat like a lost drama queen.
“See, even your poor throat’s working against you,” Clay added, crossing his arms but unable to hide a smirk.
“Okay, okay! But it feels like I’m being stabbed with a tiny knife every time, so can we just skip this whole getting-to-the-doctor drama?”
“Lord help us all,” Branch declared dramatically, rolling his eyes. “After all the trouble we had to get through Velvet, we can’t risk losing another brother to a literal pointy thing!”
Eventually, the reluctant John Dory was convinced and shuffled back to the treatment room after what felt like an epic debate over the pros and cons of vaccination. The doctor, now armed and ready, announced, “Okay, boys, brace yourselves!”
“Like you even know how difficult this is for me!” John Dory shouted, but actually, he knew they had no other poker chips left to play.
As Dr. MoonBloom revealed four shots, John Dory chose that moment to launch himself at the door—the siblings had to dive to stop him, grabbing limbs like they were part of a twisted tug-of-war.
“Get him!” Clay yelled, while Branch grabbed a leg and Bruce held an arm, causing John Dory to yell, “NO! IM NOT GOING TO TAKE IT!!!”
“OOOH! Mother Troll, help us!!” Clay grunted as he struggled to hold John down.
“Why is it always the oldest brother who has to get past his childhood fears?” Bruce questioned. “I thought being an adult was supposed to come with responsibilities, not… torture!”
“Tell that to my childhood shot phobia!” John yelled back while flailing like a fish out of water. “They feel like mini hand grenades!”
The brothers wrestled him to the ground, trying to shoo away his storms of drama. “Hold on tight!” Bruce yelled, fully recognizing that this was not even slightly new.
Floyd, who had been mostly a passive observer, mustered the energy to pull himself up. His tail fluffed up into a magnificent fan of sadness, like a droopy parade float bursting with weepy balloons. “Why don’t we just promise him a lifetime supply of lollipops if he takes the shots?”
Dr. MoonBloom nodded playfully. “You drive a hard bargain, Floyd!”
A great commotion filled the clinic as she delivered the first shot, leading the troll cacophony of John Dory’s dramatic wailing. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GUYS. YOU GUYS ARE THE WORST BROTHERS EVER!”
With each shot, the wails grew louder, echoing throughout the clinic. Other trolls popped their heads in, annoyance etched on their faces. “Do you have to turn each shot into a five-act play?” one troll grumbled before rolling his eyes and returning to whatever mundane troll duty he had been performing.
“FEELS LIKE A STABBY THING EVERY TIME!!!” John screamed as they finally managed to get all the shots in. Once freed, he bolted out of the nurses' area, racing across the waiting room, leaving his brothers stunned and panting behind him.
After a collective sigh, Clay muttered, “What an idiot…”
Floyd, still with a droopy tail, looked at his brothers. “Do you think he’ll ever come to terms with this?”
Branch crossed his arms. “He’s John Dory. He’ll probably live through this. But we will never hear the end of it!”
And as the not-so-mighty troll army settled back into their unyielding bickering, one thought lingered amidst the chaos: Shot time was officially the new “family bonding activity.”
**Trolls 3 Band Together**
---
After the mayhem with Velvet and Venner (who might have confused their rock group with a circus act), Floyd was feeling like a soggy sock after a rainstorm. It was nothing short of a miracle that he managed to stand on stage, let alone perform. His brothers decided that after such a performance, a trip to the doctor was in order. But alas, their brave brother Bruce had to jet back to Vacy Island to wrangle a horde of kids while helping his wife with their restaurant, "Trollin’ Good Eats."
As Floyd slumped into one of the waiting room chairs, his normally vibrant tail droopi-fied itself—a sad little curl that pretty much screamed, “Help me!” Dr. MoonBloom was already occupied with another patient—a very chatty ginger cat who apparently needed to get its “purr-fect” annual checkup. The room hummed with meows and scornful looks from other patients.
“Hey, doc!” John Dory called out as she finished with the cat and turned to them, “You got any spare Nemo stickers for my bro here?"
"Not a single one," Dr. MoonBloom chuckled, “but I’ve got some lollipops. Do you want me to check your temperature first?”
“Can’t a troll just sit back, relax, and take a nap?” Floyd interjected, his voice muffled by a pillow.
“Sorry, buddy. That’s not how medicine works.” She flashed him a knowing smile as she pulled out her thermometer. “Now, let’s check you out.”
After a series of doctor-ish things involving plenty of eyes being poked and temperature checks, Dr. MoonBloom found that Floyd had somehow avoided getting his newborn vaccinations. “Floyd, sweetie, you’re due for your shots,” she said with a mix of concern and humor.
“Shots? But I’m practically a grown-up!” Floyd protested, but everyone could see his forced smile slowly fading, like a morning sun battling gloomy clouds.
“Look, doc,” Branch interjected, “isn’t it illegal for trolls to go around not being fully vaccinated? Like, can we go to troll jail for that?”
Dr. MoonBloom raised an eyebrow. “I... don’t think that’s how it works, Branch.”
“Yeah, but you should see John Dory’s face when shots come into play,” Floyd said, glancing sideways.
John Dory cut in, “I’m fine! Totally fine!” But a sudden cough erupted from him, and his tail curled uncomfortably close to the ground, revealing his somewhat panicked state.
“Uh, you know, that cough really doesn’t sound—” John Dory opened his mouth to deny it further, but all that came out was **hack** **cough**, as he grabbed his throat like a lost drama queen.
“See, even your poor throat’s working against you,” Clay added, crossing his arms but unable to hide a smirk.
“Okay, okay! But it feels like I’m being stabbed with a tiny knife every time, so can we just skip this whole getting-to-the-doctor drama?”
“Lord help us all,” Branch declared dramatically, rolling his eyes. “After all the trouble we had to get through Velvet, we can’t risk losing another brother to a literal pointy thing!”
Eventually, the reluctant John Dory was convinced and shuffled back to the treatment room after what felt like an epic debate over the pros and cons of vaccination. The doctor, now armed and ready, announced, “Okay, boys, brace yourselves!”
“Like you even know how difficult this is for me!” John Dory shouted, but actually, he knew they had no other poker chips left to play.
As Dr. MoonBloom revealed four shots, John Dory chose that moment to launch himself at the door—the siblings had to dive to stop him, grabbing limbs like they were part of a twisted tug-of-war.
“Get him!” Clay yelled, while Branch grabbed a leg and Bruce held an arm, causing John Dory to yell, “NO! IM NOT GOING TO TAKE IT!!!”
“OOOH! Mother Troll, help us!!” Clay grunted as he struggled to hold John down.
“Why is it always the oldest brother who has to get past his childhood fears?” Bruce questioned. “I thought being an adult was supposed to come with responsibilities, not… torture!”
“Tell that to my childhood shot phobia!” John yelled back while flailing like a fish out of water. “They feel like mini hand grenades!”
The brothers wrestled him to the ground, trying to shoo away his storms of drama. “Hold on tight!” Bruce yelled, fully recognizing that this was not even slightly new.
Floyd, who had been mostly a passive observer, mustered the energy to pull himself up. His tail fluffed up into a magnificent fan of sadness, like a droopy parade float bursting with weepy balloons. “Why don’t we just promise him a lifetime supply of lollipops if he takes the shots?”
Dr. MoonBloom nodded playfully. “You drive a hard bargain, Floyd!”
A great commotion filled the clinic as she delivered the first shot, leading the troll cacophony of John Dory’s dramatic wailing. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GUYS. YOU GUYS ARE THE WORST BROTHERS EVER!”
With each shot, the wails grew louder, echoing throughout the clinic. Other trolls popped their heads in, annoyance etched on their faces. “Do you have to turn each shot into a five-act play?” one troll grumbled before rolling his eyes and returning to whatever mundane troll duty he had been performing.
“FEELS LIKE A STABBY THING EVERY TIME!!!” John screamed as they finally managed to get all the shots in. Once freed, he bolted out of the nurses' area, racing across the waiting room, leaving his brothers stunned and panting behind him.
After a collective sigh, Clay muttered, “What an idiot…”
Floyd, still with a droopy tail, looked at his brothers. “Do you think he’ll ever come to terms with this?”
Branch crossed his arms. “He’s John Dory. He’ll probably live through this. But we will never hear the end of it!”
And as the not-so-mighty troll army settled back into their unyielding bickering, one thought lingered amidst the chaos: Shot time was officially the new “family bonding activity.”