"I am so mad!" Poppy yelled, storming into her apartment, Barb following behind.
"Me, too," Barb agreed. "I need some ham." She headed to the fridge, pulling out some ham to stuff in her mouth.

     "Seriously, though," Poppy said. "Mrs. Burg is the worst!"
"You don't gotta convince me," Barb said, stuffing ham into her mouth. "I hated her even after she got that brown lump removed from her nose."

     Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

     "I'll tell you something," Poppy said, walking to open the door. "She's what's wrong with the world."
"Who's what's wrong with the world?" Branch asked, only hearing part of the conversation, as Poppy opened the door to allow him to come in.

     "Mrs. Burg," Poppy grumbled, walking back over to Barb.
"Oh..." Branch said, as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. "Well, hey. At least she got that brown lump taken off of her nose."

     "I just hate it when adults like her get to control what kids can do and see," Poppy complained, plopping down on her couch. "It really makes me mad."

     "Hey..." Branch said with a smile, coming up with an idea. "Remember all that stuff those kids wrote about you two on the message boards?"
"Yeah..." Poppy replied, looking over at him.
"Things like, 'You guys should upload more videos'," Branch said. "And, 'When's your next show?' And, 'We want more.' Well... let's give 'em more."

     "More?" Poppy questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Ok... so what are we talking about here?" Barb questioned.
"Doing a web show. Online. Every week," Branch explained, a big smile on his face, proud of his idea.

     "Why?" Poppy asked, not as impressed with the idea as he was.

     "Cause it can be whatever we want it to be," Branch explained. "No adults to say, 'You can't do this. You can't do that.'"
"We can do whatever we want... say whatever we want," Poppy said, smiling wide, finally understanding Branch's idea.

     "Would it mean I have to do... like... work and stuff?" Barb asked, picking ham out of her teeth with her fingers.

     "Well, if you're gonna do a show you gotta prepare for it," Poppy said.
"Then make it your show," Barb shrugged. "You do the work. I'll just show up and be your amusing little sidekick."

     "Wait..." Poppy said. "What's the show gonna be about?"
"Anything," Branch shrugged. "Something different every week."

     "Yeah..." Poppy agreed. "But the first show will be, kids with bizarro talents."
"Clever," Barb said with a smirk. "Mrs. Burg says, 'No, no, no.' But we say, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.'"
"And we'll call it, iTrolly," Poppy said.

     "You're gonna need a technical producer, right?" Branch asked. "To set up the lights, audio, work the camera?"
"Awww... little Branchie wants to be our geek," Barb taunted, giving Branch a noogie.

     Branch pulled away, glaring at Barb angrily.

     "You got a big mouth!" he yelled.
"You got a big nose," Barb insulted.

     Branch gasped, covering his nose.

     "My nose is average size!" he yelled, offended by Barb's comment.

     "Hey!" Phlox yelled, suddenly barging in through the front door, carrying something that was unrecognizable. "Look what someone just left in the dumpster! Isn't it amazing!?"

The three trolls looked at him confused.

Finally, Poppy approached her brother, smiling.

"Phlox?" she said. "Can we use the third floor as kind of a TV studio?"
"Well... I don't know..." Phlox started, but Poppy cut him off.

"Thanks!" she yelled, running up the stairs, Barb and Branch following her. "You rock!"

"Wait, I didn't say..." Phlox stared. "Why do you need..." They where already gone. "Okay, later!"