"The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The prison band was there and they began to wail.
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing."

     Branch glared at the troll in the cell with him, as he sat on a bench, his head in his hands.

     "You should've heard them knocked-out jailbirds sing.
Let's rock. Everybody, let's rock," the troll began to dance. Branch sighed, rolling his eyes.

     "Everybody in the whole cell block.
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone.
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone.
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang.
The whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang.
Let's rock. Everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block.
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock."
"Would you just shut up!" Branch yelled, frustrated.

The troll shrunk down to the floor, as Branch sighed again, hiding his face in his hands.

"Branch!" Poppy yelled, running up to the fun-dungeon's bared door. Branch looked up at her, and stood walking over. "Hey, Poppy," he said, embarrassed, not making eye contact with her.

"Are you ok, sweetie? What happened?"
"I'm fine. And I don't really wanna talk about it."

Officer Sparkleton walked up to the door, putting in the key to open it.

"You're lucky your wife's here to save you," he whispered to Branch, menacingly. Branch gulped, and then ran past him, to Poppy.

Poppy hugged him. "When the kids came home without you, I got so worried. Then they said you were arrested!" Branch sighed, rubbing his arm.
"Our kids don't lie," he said.

"Hey!" Poppy yelled, suddenly turning to Officer Sparkleton. Branch looked at her, scared. It was very rare Poppy got angry at someone other than him.

"What's the big idea locking up an innocent troll in the big house!"
'Oh-no," Branch thought. This could be bad.

"Poppy!" he yelled, stepping between her and Officer Sparkleton. He put up his hands. "Move Branch. I'm going to give this guy a piece of my mind."
"Woah. Woah. Woah, Poppy. Let's just forget about this, and go home."

He put his arm around her shoulder, and began to walk.

"What's the matter, Branch? Don't want your wife to find out the truth?" Branch froze, and Poppy looked at him. "What does he mean by 'the truth', Branch."
"I... ugh... I love you?" he said, smiling innocently. Poppy crossed her arms.

     "Your husband destroyed the village, and assaulted a police officer."
"What!?" She turned to Branch, who was trying to stealthily tiptoe away. "Branch!" He froze, and then turned.

     "Is what he's saying true?"
"No! Of coarse not!" Poppy crossed her arms, and tapped her foot, angrily. "Well... not technically..." he said, rubbing his arm, and looking away. Poppy sighed, turning back to face Officer Sparkleton.

     "Thank you Officer. I will deal with my husband at home." She turned to Branch, and grabbed his ear, dragging him towards the bunker.

     "Ow! Ow! Ow!" he complained. "Seriously! What is up with the ear pulling?"