Question
MAKE IT FUNNY STORY.
Just 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 you are 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 after returning with them (After the disaster with Velvet and Venner)--John Dory realizes... they surpassed him in height... he didn't realize earlier due to being stressed and rescuing Floyd that he didn't question it..
Well.. now he really regrets teasing them about being short when they were kids..
So during a small camping trip to ease their cool after the whole thing, His LITTLE brothers start to notice.
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
Just 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 you are 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 after returning with them (After the disaster with Velvet and Venner)--John Dory realizes... they surpassed him in height... he didn't realize earlier due to being stressed and rescuing Floyd that he didn't question it..
Well.. now he really regrets teasing them about being short when they were kids..
So during a small camping trip to ease their cool after the whole thing, His LITTLE brothers start to notice.
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
### The Tall Tale of John Dory and the Mighty Munchkins
Once upon a time, in a land filled with hilltops and highways, lived a short troll named John Dory—short not just because he was a troll but because, at 5’2”, he was technically *the* shortest troll in his family. He had always worn this title with pride, especially when he was the oldest at nineteen and a half.
“Ha! I’m the elder troll and *the* tallest!” he’d boast to his brothers, who were merely a little shorter, a little younger, and definitely a lot more annoying. His brothers were Bruce, Clay, Floyd, and Branch. Can you imagine it? Four brothers, each taller than the last, all squished into one house like a stack of pancakes.
Fast forward two decades of misadventures with new friends Velvet and Venner (who shall not be named further, for their devious tricks shall haunt John Dory’s dreams), and life threw John a curveball. After finally reconvening with his brothers post-disaster, John didn’t notice something monumental: **They’d outgrown him!**
The shocking revelation emerged during a camping trip intended to ease their tensions after all the chaos. As John unrolled his sleeping bag next to Bruce, he realized he could no longer see eye to eye with his brothers—literally.
“Alright, boys, pass me the marshmallows!” John commanded. But when he looked up, he couldn’t help but gasp. What he saw was a lineup of towering trolls, all significantly taller than him.
Bruce, who was now a hefty 5’8”, smirked. “Hey, little bro! Need a boost to grab those snacks up there?” He motioned toward a branch that was definitely out of John Dory’s reach.
Clay, who ascended to a freakishly tall 6’2”, chuckled from above. “Maybe we can introduce you to the other munchkins hidden in the woods, John!” he teased.
Floyd, now a muscle-bound 5’3” troll, added with a smile, “I think you’ll need a step stool to join us at the campfire.”
Branch, still grumpy but taller at 5’7”, just cross-armed and sarcastically remarked, “Welcome back to the land of giants, short stuff.”
It was then that John Dory’s tail began to twitch, a classic sign of embarrassment, or perhaps, defeat. He had spent years poking fun at his younger brothers for being short! Now, he was the one nose-to-nose with the dirt, practically begging for an aerial view of the campfire.
“Okay, okay! You guys might be taller now, but remember, I have the wisdom of age!” he retorted, trying his best to convey authority. But his words lacked the punch he intended as the younger trolls cringed at him saying “age” while looking up, quite literally.
To save face, John grabbed a handful of marshmallows. “Who wants a marshmallow fight?” He felt it was worth a shot, but the moment he threw one at Clay, it arched high into the night sky before plummeting like the hope of an adult trying to outsmart children, only to bounce off the top of Branch’s head.
“Oh, come on! Even the marshmallows have betrayed you!” Floyd laughed, and the brothers erupted into a chorus of giggles that echoed through the forest.
As the laughter settled down and everyone settled in for some ghost stories, that’s when John felt something itch in his throat. He began clearing his voice only to be interrupted by a wild sneeze. “ACHOO!” John’s sneeze erupted into a comically loud cacophony that startled all the forest critters.
“Uh-oh! I think the little troll's got a little cold!” Bruce teased, leaning down to John’s level, too far away for John to whack him on the shoulder. The brothers all leaned in, their towering figures creating a shadow over John.
“Thanks, I’m fine, just—” John stammered, trying to keep the ruse alive while looking around for a way to hide his now-aching body. He chuckled nervously, convincing no one because, in a world where the trolls still believed in the truth of older brothers and taller tales, John's struggle to look tough was now as tall as the trees.
“Maybe we should start calling you ‘Shortstack’ instead of ‘Big Brother’,” Clay chimed in, relishing the moment.
“Yeah! ‘Shortstack’ Dory!” Branch echoed, causing everyone to break into a new wave of laughter.
John let out a defeated sigh, his tail drooping in resignation. Maybe being overtaken in height wasn’t the absolute worst thing. After all, he’d always have stories to tell—just as long as he could make it through the weekend without disclosing that he had a secret fake arm to hide his missing thing. Ah, life in the forest really knew how to keep a troll on his toes… or should we say, on his very short legs!
And that’s how John learned that sometimes, being shorter just means he had a better vantage point for all the fun that lay at his feet.
Once upon a time, in a land filled with hilltops and highways, lived a short troll named John Dory—short not just because he was a troll but because, at 5’2”, he was technically *the* shortest troll in his family. He had always worn this title with pride, especially when he was the oldest at nineteen and a half.
“Ha! I’m the elder troll and *the* tallest!” he’d boast to his brothers, who were merely a little shorter, a little younger, and definitely a lot more annoying. His brothers were Bruce, Clay, Floyd, and Branch. Can you imagine it? Four brothers, each taller than the last, all squished into one house like a stack of pancakes.
Fast forward two decades of misadventures with new friends Velvet and Venner (who shall not be named further, for their devious tricks shall haunt John Dory’s dreams), and life threw John a curveball. After finally reconvening with his brothers post-disaster, John didn’t notice something monumental: **They’d outgrown him!**
The shocking revelation emerged during a camping trip intended to ease their tensions after all the chaos. As John unrolled his sleeping bag next to Bruce, he realized he could no longer see eye to eye with his brothers—literally.
“Alright, boys, pass me the marshmallows!” John commanded. But when he looked up, he couldn’t help but gasp. What he saw was a lineup of towering trolls, all significantly taller than him.
Bruce, who was now a hefty 5’8”, smirked. “Hey, little bro! Need a boost to grab those snacks up there?” He motioned toward a branch that was definitely out of John Dory’s reach.
Clay, who ascended to a freakishly tall 6’2”, chuckled from above. “Maybe we can introduce you to the other munchkins hidden in the woods, John!” he teased.
Floyd, now a muscle-bound 5’3” troll, added with a smile, “I think you’ll need a step stool to join us at the campfire.”
Branch, still grumpy but taller at 5’7”, just cross-armed and sarcastically remarked, “Welcome back to the land of giants, short stuff.”
It was then that John Dory’s tail began to twitch, a classic sign of embarrassment, or perhaps, defeat. He had spent years poking fun at his younger brothers for being short! Now, he was the one nose-to-nose with the dirt, practically begging for an aerial view of the campfire.
“Okay, okay! You guys might be taller now, but remember, I have the wisdom of age!” he retorted, trying his best to convey authority. But his words lacked the punch he intended as the younger trolls cringed at him saying “age” while looking up, quite literally.
To save face, John grabbed a handful of marshmallows. “Who wants a marshmallow fight?” He felt it was worth a shot, but the moment he threw one at Clay, it arched high into the night sky before plummeting like the hope of an adult trying to outsmart children, only to bounce off the top of Branch’s head.
“Oh, come on! Even the marshmallows have betrayed you!” Floyd laughed, and the brothers erupted into a chorus of giggles that echoed through the forest.
As the laughter settled down and everyone settled in for some ghost stories, that’s when John felt something itch in his throat. He began clearing his voice only to be interrupted by a wild sneeze. “ACHOO!” John’s sneeze erupted into a comically loud cacophony that startled all the forest critters.
“Uh-oh! I think the little troll's got a little cold!” Bruce teased, leaning down to John’s level, too far away for John to whack him on the shoulder. The brothers all leaned in, their towering figures creating a shadow over John.
“Thanks, I’m fine, just—” John stammered, trying to keep the ruse alive while looking around for a way to hide his now-aching body. He chuckled nervously, convincing no one because, in a world where the trolls still believed in the truth of older brothers and taller tales, John's struggle to look tough was now as tall as the trees.
“Maybe we should start calling you ‘Shortstack’ instead of ‘Big Brother’,” Clay chimed in, relishing the moment.
“Yeah! ‘Shortstack’ Dory!” Branch echoed, causing everyone to break into a new wave of laughter.
John let out a defeated sigh, his tail drooping in resignation. Maybe being overtaken in height wasn’t the absolute worst thing. After all, he’d always have stories to tell—just as long as he could make it through the weekend without disclosing that he had a secret fake arm to hide his missing thing. Ah, life in the forest really knew how to keep a troll on his toes… or should we say, on his very short legs!
And that’s how John learned that sometimes, being shorter just means he had a better vantage point for all the fun that lay at his feet.