In the kingdom, three trolls hopped across the roof tops sneakily, until one, a blue troll, suddenly stopped, looking around with pride.

     "Wow... I could get used to a view like this," he said in awe, looking at the scenery.
"Branch! Come on, mate!" one of the others, a purple troll, yelled at him, becoming impatient. This guy was gonna get them caught!

     "Keep your filthy yellow pants on," the blue troll snapped, before looking back at the view. "Yep, I'm used to it. Guys... I want a castle."

     The third troll walked over to Branch, putting his arm around the little blue troll's shoulder.

     "We do this job right, you can buy fifty castles," he said, gesturing to the view.

     Branch nodded, the three of them continuing on their way.

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     They finally reached the castle, looking into the thrown room through a skylight in the roof.

     "How are we supposed to get down there with all those guards keeping watch?" the purple troll asked in a whisper, looking down at the guard filled room below them.

     "Don't worry, guys," Branch said with a smug grin. "I got this."

     He wrapped his hair around something sturdy, and then slowly descended into the thrown room, the two other trolls just watching him.

     Several guards stood guard of the crown which was placed on a pedestool in the middle of the thrown room. Luckily, they were all facing the door, their backs to the hanging troll.

     Branch smiled, taking the crown in his hands to look at.

     "Cha-ching..." he whispered, his eyes sparkling, as he looked at the priceless object in his hands.

     "Branch!" the purple troll whispered down to him sternly.

     The blue troll looked up, seeing both the other trolls motioning for him to hurry out of there, before he was caught.

     He rolled his eyes, beginning to climb back up with the crown.

     "Achoo!" one of the guards suddenly sneezed, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
"Bless you," Branch said, stopping his escape, as he smiled smugly down at the guard. "Thanks," the guard said, thinking nothing of the mysterious voice.

     "Branch!" the third troll whispered. "Get up here!"

     The blue troll looked up at them, waving his hand through the air, to tell them to chill, before looking back down at the guard.

     "Hay fever?" he asked, still hanging from his hair, as he smiled smugly.
"Yeah," the guard replied with a slight sigh of disappointment. "Happens every year."

     Realization struck, as the guard's eyes suddenly widened in shock.

     "Wait a minute..." He turned around, seeing Branch, now escaping once again. "Hey! Wait!"

     Branch climbed out of the skylight, the troll with the yellow pants, smacking the back of his head roughly.

     "Hey," Branch complained, rubbing the back of his head, as he glared at the purple troll. "You got us caught!" the troll yelled out in pure rage.
"Chill, Creek," Branch sighed, rolling his eyes. "What fun is the crime without the chase?"

     "There they are!" the three suddenly heard in a shout from behind them.

     They all turned, seeing several guards charging at them quickly, desperately trying to get the crown back.

     "And here's the chase," Branch chuckled, petting Creek on the back, before quickly running away.

     "Get back here!" a guard yelled, chasing after the three trolls who ran off with the princess' crown.

     And the chase begins...