Here is the rest of Trollstopia. Sorry for the long wait.

By nature, trolls are determined to make friends wherever they go. Maybe too determined.

So when I learned that there were all sorts of new trolls out there, it was like there were... friends everywhere!

"Ah, wait. I've gotten ahead of myself. Let me back it up."

Recently, my people discovered that we weren't the only trolls. We're just the Pop Trolls—one of many separate tribes scattered throughout the world.

There's the Country Western Tribe, the Classical, Funk, Techno, and Hard Rock.

Actually, we weren't always separate.

"You know what, let me back it up even more."

14 billion years ago, when the cosmos was still new...

"Uh, Poppy?" Smidge interrupted Poppy before she got even more carried away with reading her scrapbook.

"I think you've gone too far back?" the small yellow troll raised an eyebrow as the rest of the Snack Pack nodded in agreement.

After the whole Rockopogolipse from a few weeks ago, all the tribes returned to their homes and rebuilt them. Branch and Floyd kept in touch via letters since he still wanted to ensure things with Barb were okay. "What I'm trying to say is that it's been weeks since we've found out about the other tribes, you guys," Poppy emphasized as she rolled her eyes, "But we're no better friends with them now than."

The Snack Pack mumbled to themselves in agreement.

"I mean, I don't wanna get hysterical here, but it's starting to feel like they're our... acquaintances," Poppy narrowed her eyes.

The rest of her friend group let out gasps of horror.

"Mr. Dinkles, I don't ever want you using that word," Biggie sternly told the worm.

"Poppy, we all want to be better friends with the tribes but... they live so far away. What can we do?" DJ Suki's arms fell limp as she asked her question.

The Pop Queen turned to face the group, and a grin slowly appeared on her face. She told them they would convince the other tribes to move to the village to live with them. Hundreds of trolls from each tribe live together in harmony, forming a new troll city that celebrates the diversity of their cultures. Poppy called it, Trollstopia; everyone loved the idea even Guy Diamond who figured that it would be good for his son, Tiny to experience new cultures. Poppy loved their support but she felt something was off, a voice of dissent.

"Where's Branch?" Poppy asked.

They all went to Branch's Bunker where he was and Poppy shared her idea. He spoke in a sarcastic tone about how great the idea of Trollstopia was. "Sorry guys, but let's be realistic here. You're asking large groups of Trolls to move away from their homes to live with a bunch of strangers. I just don't know how many trolls would sign up for that." Branch stated.

But like always, Poppy had a solution. She pulled out six cards for each tribe to receive so they could send over an ambassador from their tribe to visit. Once Poppy and the others show them how amazing life is in their village, she'll pitch her Trollstopia idea to them. "It's like when you go to a cupcake shop, and they give you a sample. And it tastes so good, you wanna move into that shop and eat cupcakes every day," Poppy held up a cupcake as an example before popping it into her mouth.

"I see; showing the ambassadors a super fun time is giving them a cupcake so they'll wanna move into Trollstopia and bring all their friends with them!" Smidge put her hands on her hips in satisfaction.

"Metaphor!" Cooper let out a gasp of excitement before the rest of the group jumped in that same amount of excitement.

"Tell the whole village we have guests coming! It's time to get ready!" Poppy exclaimed as she handed off the envelopes to mail critters.

Soon everyone was preparing for the arrival of the six ambassadors. Guy Diamond was polishing a disco ball and hung it up, admiring his work before giving his own body some polish. Biggie and Mr. Dinkles tried to blow up balloons. The worm accidentally sucked the air back into his body, causing it to inflate like a balloon and began to float away. As Biggie chased after him, Guy Diamond and Smidge were helping set up a few tables with candles, plates, and silverware. After Cooper placed down a few platters of red cupcakes, he helped the rest of the group roll out a giant red carpet through some parts of the village.

Later, Poppy and Branch gathered the Pop Trolls near the mushroom stage as the pair and the rest of the Snack Pack stood on it. "This is it, Trolls! If we show them a good time, there's no way they'll say no to Trollstopia!" Poppy announced to the crowd, who all erupted into cheers.

"Welcome positions!" the Pop Queen ordered,

The crowd practically splits in half to allow for the arriving ambassadors to come through. Poppy then heard the sounds of galloping which meant the Country Western Ambassador was here. And that troll was none other than Holly Darlin. She leaped onto the mushroom and stood in front of Poppy. "Welcome! I'm Poppy, and according to your RSVP, I'm guessing you're-"

"Holly Darlin' from the Country Western Tribe," Holly said with excitement. "Queen Poppy, it is such a pleasure! I've never met a real-life queen before on account of my Tribe being less of a monarchy and more of an oligarchy, but... to each his own."

The second she turned to Branch, she gave him a quick hug and then took a selfie with Poppy. Suddenly, the ground began to shake as the sounds of a beat building up can be heard getting louder. "You guys feel that bass? I'd say the Techno ambassador's about to drop a beat!" Poppy hyped up the crowd.

Then a small geyser of water bursts through the ground. The outer walls of the small whirlpool exploded, revealing the purple Techno Troll ambassador alongside a spectacular light show. Synth lands on the stage with the help of jellyfish. The techno troll introduced himself as Snyth and this guy had crazy amounts of energy.

The sounds of classical instruments echoed through the village. "What an elegant, heavenly sound. It can only be the delegate from the Classical Tribe!" Poppy announced.

Some music notes land a flower on the stage. It opens and reveals Dante Crescendo, the ambassador of the Classical Trolls. As a thank you, he conducted a short anthem for Poppy and then joined the other ambassadors. Poppy didn't see the ambassador from the funk tribe but then they all heard the sounds of funk music playing. A spaceship floats above the crowd; the funk tribe knows how to make an entrance. Lownote Jones, the ambassador of the Funk Trolls came out of the spaceship. The trolls had a smooth voice that could swoon any troll.

"So, that just leaves the ambassador from the home of our good friend, Queen Barb; the Hard Rock tribe!" Poppy announced then she looked at her list.

But to her shock, there wasn't just one ambassador from the Hard Rock Tribe, there were two. Branch saw Poppy look a little confused. "What is it?" Branch asked.

"Apparently, we have two ambassadors from the Hard Rock tribe. And Branch, I think you might know him." Poppy stated.

The Pop Queen was interrupted as flames shot down to the ground like lightning, leaving the first Hard Rock ambassador in place of the flames as she strummed a chord on her guitar.

"Valllll THUNDERSHOCK!" the Rock Troll introduced herself as she slid on the ground and caused some small fireworks to go off behind her, spelling out her name. Throwing the guitar behind her, it exploded into a bunch of smoke.

Then the second ambassador made an appearance after Val and the second ambassador was none other than Floyd. Branch was surprised to see his older brother here in the village. Val started to mess around with Poppy until she set her eyes on Branch. "So you're the famous Branch that Floy Boy here has been telling me about. Gotta say I see some rocker troll in ya." Val said before punching Branch's arm, playfully.

"Go easy on him, Val." Floyd stated.

"Floyd, I thought you were staying at Volcanic Rock City," Branch asked.

"I was. But when Barb got the invite from Poppy about sending an ambassador here. She kind of talked me into going with Val. And I wanted to see my little brother again." Floyd explained.

Poppy composed herself now that all of the ambassadors were here. Now it was time to show them all how great their village is and pitch them the Trollstopia idea. Poppy took the other ambassadors on a welcome tour while Branch gave Floyd a personal tour of the village. Floyd was happy to be back with the pop tribe and everything was different but it was a good thing. Branch saved the best part of the tour for last, his bunker. He took Floyd outside the village to where his bunker was. "B, where's the hideout?" Floyd asked.

"Just step right onto the mat." Branch instructed.

Floyd stepped onto the mat with Branch looking a little confused. Branch then pulled the lever which activated the elevator. The elevator took the two of them down underground where Floyd finally saw how big the place was. "You made all this? Wow. I'm impressed, Branch. It looks even better than in your drawing." Floyd commented.

Branch was grateful that his older liked the bunker he built over the past twenty years. Branch did have a guest room which was now Floyd's room whenever he wanted to come visit. Branch was happy to have his brother living with him. He even pitched Poppy's Trollstopia idea to him before the other ambassadors. Floyd seemed to like the idea plus it would give him the chance to share with him what he learned from the Hard Rock Trolls. 

Floyd walked around the bunker, trying to memorize where each room was. He spotted Branch's room and decided to check it out. He walked inside and looked around; it was a simple room but he saw something that touched his heart. On the shelf above Branch's bed was his old stuffed animal, Crocko. Floyd remembered how Branch would always have that toy with him as a baby. Branch found Floyd looking around his room. "I can't believe you still kept Crocko," Floyd said.

"Oh. Yeah. I did," Branch said, "I could never forget about him."

Meanwhile, Poppy told the other ambassadors about Trollstopia and they liked it. It did take Val some conventing but she was in. Now Trollstopia was about to become a reality.