Question
MAKE IT FUNNY STORY.
Imagine this.. you used to be the tallest.. of course, you're the oldest nineteen nearly twenty! the second oldest being fifteen, the middle being fourteen, the second youngest being eleven and the youngest being three... of course you're the tallest if youre the oldest! (JOHN DORY POV)
But sometimes life wants to give it a little twist...
what if after twenty years being apart.. change John Dorys little brothers?
what if returning with them (After the disaster with Velvet and Venner)--John Dory realizes... they surpassed him in height.
Well.. now he really regrets teasing them about being short when they were kids..
some info:
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 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: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, second shortest brother (5'3 inches--they are trolls...)
Branch: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.
write some about:John trying to hide being sick/injured
Ages when the band broke up:
John Dory:19
Spruce(Bruce):15
Clay:14
Floyd:11
Branch:3
Imagine this.. you used to be the tallest.. of course, you're the oldest nineteen nearly twenty! the second oldest being fifteen, the middle being fourteen, the second youngest being eleven and the youngest being three... of course you're the tallest if youre the oldest! (JOHN DORY POV)
But sometimes life wants to give it a little twist...
what if after twenty years being apart.. change John Dorys little brothers?
what if returning with them (After the disaster with Velvet and Venner)--John Dory realizes... they surpassed him in height.
Well.. now he really regrets teasing them about being short when they were kids..
some info:
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 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: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, second shortest brother (5'3 inches--they are trolls...)
Branch: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.
write some about:John trying to hide being sick/injured
Ages when the band broke up:
John Dory:19
Spruce(Bruce):15
Clay:14
Floyd:11
Branch:3
Answers
GPT-4o mini
**Title: The Case of the Shrinking John Dory**
Two decades had passed since John Dory had last seen his brothers. When they had been kids, there had been no question: John was the tallest and the eldest—standing proudly at a whopping 5'2" (which, in troll years, made him practically a giant). This was a badge of honor for which John would often tease his younger brothers, especially when they’d try to reach for the last cookie in the jar or, more embarrassingly, when they’d clamber up on chairs just to look him in the eye.
"Just accept it, guys,” he would say, towering over them, “I’m the tallest because I’m the oldest. But don't worry, one day you’ll catch up… about twenty years later!”
Little did he know how prophetic his words would be.
After a demoralizing disaster involving Velvet and Venner at the last family reunion (which involved a mix-up with a novelty roller coaster that could only be described as "disastrously high"), John found himself in a rush to reunite with his brothers. Not only was he eager to see them again—partly out of nostalgia, but mostly to reclaim his “tallest” title—he was also trying to hide the fact that he had fallen quite ill on his trek back home. But how do you explain to the very brothers you once mercilessly teased about height that you're suddenly feeling... less than grand?
As John approached the designated family meet-up point, he could hear the raucous laughter of his brothers echoing through the trees. Heart racing, he stepped into the clearing—and froze. Standing before him were four towering figures. Four? He stared, blinking rapidly to clear the dizziness that had crept in.
There they stood: Bruce, at a muscular 5'8" (thanks to his giant wife and numerous kids who demanded a lot of attention—swinging those parenting muscles around), Clay, still annoying but now an impressive 6'2" (despite his fictional "serious" persona, he had an uncanny knack for being downright funny), Floyd, all pink and magenta, standing confidently at 5'3", and last but certainly not least, Branch—scruffy and grumpy—at a grand 5'7".
And then there was John Dory. The eldest. The elder brother. The local legend of short trolls everywhere.
"Hey, John!" Bruce called out, barely able to contain his laughter. "With all this height around here, I thought I was looking up—oh wait, I am!"
"Midget!" Clay added, still towering over him like a green tower of doom. "You look like a gnome! Where's your hat?"
John’s tail twitched anxiously. “Ha-ha! Very funny, guys. Really! And by the way, I was just... uh... testing out my new anti-gravity shoes!”
Floyd leaned in, eyes narrowing. “Is that what you've been hiding under your jacket? Because it looks like you're hiding more than just height!”
“I’m... I’m very well!” John stammered, desperately trying to divert attention away from his visibly weakening state. “Just fine and dandy. Really. It’s just these anti-gravity shoes make my legs wobble a bit. That’s all.” He performed a little dance that resembled an awkward baby giraffe.
Branch squinted, clearly not buying it. “You sure you didn’t just take a little tumble while prancing through the woods?”
“Um, well just a *slight* trip. You know, keeping my balance while being so... anti-gravitational. My height just threw me off, I suppose!” He waved his hands dramatically.
“Wobbling like a jelly-filled donut is not the same as being... anti-gravity,” Clay shot back, stifling a laugh.
“Plus, you forgot to include that fake arm of yours in your 'height' routine,” Bruce teased. “Are you feeling that short because you’re missing an arm? Like, what happened, did a bakery get too close?”
John panicked, because in his attempts to cover up his secret, he had forgotten to change his disguise. The rubber arm, the one he donned when his brothers weren't looking, was sitting right there, all shiny and obviously not real. “I assure you, this is all natural charm and splendor!”
Of course, he started feeling even worse as they chattered away endlessly with jabs and jokes, like a gaggle of Christmas trolls having the time of their lives while simultaneously roasting him over an open fire.
Just when John thought he might pass out from embarrassment (and possibly illness), out crawled Rhonda, his trusty armadillo-bus-van. She creaked to life, growled, and unexpectedly joined in by letting out what can only be described as an overhead purr, which sounded surprisingly like a muffled "help me."
Bruce, glancing at the vehicle, chimed in, “Hey Rhonda, is your driver okay? Because he looks like he’s fighting off a bad case of troll-pox!”
At that moment, John threw up his hands, his tail drooping in defeat. “Fine, fine! You’re taller than me! You all surpassed me! But I still have... um... *wits*?”
Branch stepped forward, his usually grumpy demeanor replaced with a soft smile. “You may be shorter, but you're still our big brother! And the sibling that can’t outgrow all the love we have for you!”
John felt a warmth spread through him despite his condition. There was something comforting about being teased by family, and suddenly all his worries floated away like leaves in the wind. They weren’t growing up to overshadow him; they were growing up to make space in this crazily competitive troll nest.
“Alright, let’s see who can reach the highest branch!” Clay shouted, already attempting a colossal leap into the nearest tree, probably to prove he was still the best troll acrobat... but more importantly, because he was tired of being short again without John to reignite that competitive flame.
With every one of them darting off, John felt an overwhelming rush of energy pulse through him. This was family—abnormalities and all. Without a second thought, he sprinted after them, a newfound energy lifting him as he joined in the fray.
And even if his foot fell slightly behind, he couldn’t help but realize—it was less about height and more about heart. Plus, if all else failed, he could always use Rhonda to roll around like that jelly-filled donut joke they had all made!
As Rhonda purr-growled playfully along, John Dory felt a mixture of newfound pride and realization that sometimes you are taller than you think, regardless of stature.
After all, he still had the best sense of humor, even if his brothers had a few extra inches.
Two decades had passed since John Dory had last seen his brothers. When they had been kids, there had been no question: John was the tallest and the eldest—standing proudly at a whopping 5'2" (which, in troll years, made him practically a giant). This was a badge of honor for which John would often tease his younger brothers, especially when they’d try to reach for the last cookie in the jar or, more embarrassingly, when they’d clamber up on chairs just to look him in the eye.
"Just accept it, guys,” he would say, towering over them, “I’m the tallest because I’m the oldest. But don't worry, one day you’ll catch up… about twenty years later!”
Little did he know how prophetic his words would be.
After a demoralizing disaster involving Velvet and Venner at the last family reunion (which involved a mix-up with a novelty roller coaster that could only be described as "disastrously high"), John found himself in a rush to reunite with his brothers. Not only was he eager to see them again—partly out of nostalgia, but mostly to reclaim his “tallest” title—he was also trying to hide the fact that he had fallen quite ill on his trek back home. But how do you explain to the very brothers you once mercilessly teased about height that you're suddenly feeling... less than grand?
As John approached the designated family meet-up point, he could hear the raucous laughter of his brothers echoing through the trees. Heart racing, he stepped into the clearing—and froze. Standing before him were four towering figures. Four? He stared, blinking rapidly to clear the dizziness that had crept in.
There they stood: Bruce, at a muscular 5'8" (thanks to his giant wife and numerous kids who demanded a lot of attention—swinging those parenting muscles around), Clay, still annoying but now an impressive 6'2" (despite his fictional "serious" persona, he had an uncanny knack for being downright funny), Floyd, all pink and magenta, standing confidently at 5'3", and last but certainly not least, Branch—scruffy and grumpy—at a grand 5'7".
And then there was John Dory. The eldest. The elder brother. The local legend of short trolls everywhere.
"Hey, John!" Bruce called out, barely able to contain his laughter. "With all this height around here, I thought I was looking up—oh wait, I am!"
"Midget!" Clay added, still towering over him like a green tower of doom. "You look like a gnome! Where's your hat?"
John’s tail twitched anxiously. “Ha-ha! Very funny, guys. Really! And by the way, I was just... uh... testing out my new anti-gravity shoes!”
Floyd leaned in, eyes narrowing. “Is that what you've been hiding under your jacket? Because it looks like you're hiding more than just height!”
“I’m... I’m very well!” John stammered, desperately trying to divert attention away from his visibly weakening state. “Just fine and dandy. Really. It’s just these anti-gravity shoes make my legs wobble a bit. That’s all.” He performed a little dance that resembled an awkward baby giraffe.
Branch squinted, clearly not buying it. “You sure you didn’t just take a little tumble while prancing through the woods?”
“Um, well just a *slight* trip. You know, keeping my balance while being so... anti-gravitational. My height just threw me off, I suppose!” He waved his hands dramatically.
“Wobbling like a jelly-filled donut is not the same as being... anti-gravity,” Clay shot back, stifling a laugh.
“Plus, you forgot to include that fake arm of yours in your 'height' routine,” Bruce teased. “Are you feeling that short because you’re missing an arm? Like, what happened, did a bakery get too close?”
John panicked, because in his attempts to cover up his secret, he had forgotten to change his disguise. The rubber arm, the one he donned when his brothers weren't looking, was sitting right there, all shiny and obviously not real. “I assure you, this is all natural charm and splendor!”
Of course, he started feeling even worse as they chattered away endlessly with jabs and jokes, like a gaggle of Christmas trolls having the time of their lives while simultaneously roasting him over an open fire.
Just when John thought he might pass out from embarrassment (and possibly illness), out crawled Rhonda, his trusty armadillo-bus-van. She creaked to life, growled, and unexpectedly joined in by letting out what can only be described as an overhead purr, which sounded surprisingly like a muffled "help me."
Bruce, glancing at the vehicle, chimed in, “Hey Rhonda, is your driver okay? Because he looks like he’s fighting off a bad case of troll-pox!”
At that moment, John threw up his hands, his tail drooping in defeat. “Fine, fine! You’re taller than me! You all surpassed me! But I still have... um... *wits*?”
Branch stepped forward, his usually grumpy demeanor replaced with a soft smile. “You may be shorter, but you're still our big brother! And the sibling that can’t outgrow all the love we have for you!”
John felt a warmth spread through him despite his condition. There was something comforting about being teased by family, and suddenly all his worries floated away like leaves in the wind. They weren’t growing up to overshadow him; they were growing up to make space in this crazily competitive troll nest.
“Alright, let’s see who can reach the highest branch!” Clay shouted, already attempting a colossal leap into the nearest tree, probably to prove he was still the best troll acrobat... but more importantly, because he was tired of being short again without John to reignite that competitive flame.
With every one of them darting off, John felt an overwhelming rush of energy pulse through him. This was family—abnormalities and all. Without a second thought, he sprinted after them, a newfound energy lifting him as he joined in the fray.
And even if his foot fell slightly behind, he couldn’t help but realize—it was less about height and more about heart. Plus, if all else failed, he could always use Rhonda to roll around like that jelly-filled donut joke they had all made!
As Rhonda purr-growled playfully along, John Dory felt a mixture of newfound pride and realization that sometimes you are taller than you think, regardless of stature.
After all, he still had the best sense of humor, even if his brothers had a few extra inches.