5 years later
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     "Vroom! Vroom!" a young pink trolling with dark blue hair shouted out joyfully, twisting and turning the wheel of her mother's dune-huggie as she pretended to be driving in a big race.

     She was in the lead, about to take home the first place 'trophy', as she laughed, pleased with her imaginary scenario.

     "Wooohooo!"

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     Branch walked through his bunker carrying a small purple backpack with red straps, as he searched for his daughter.

     "Azalea," he called out, walking through the halls of his bunker, heading towards his daughter's bedroom. "Time for schoo..."

     His sentence cut off as he opened her door, seeing no one inside the small room.

     "Azalea?" he questioned, looking around in confusion. Where could she be?

     With a gasp, he dropped the bag onto the floor, his heart sinking into his stomach.

     "Azalea!" he shouted out, quickly turning to run through the bunker, searching every room for his precious daughter, but she was nowhere to be found... "Azalea! Where are you!?" he shouted in a panic, looking around frantically.

     He was already assuming the worst had happened to his precious baby girl. She was always in her room when he went to wake her up. Always... so where was she now?

     What if she had gotten lost, or hurt? Or even worse... what if a flock of birds had swooped down and taken her!? Branch was about to faint at the thought...

Suddenly, the elevator made a small sound, beginning to slowly lower from it's highest point.

     Branch's ears perked up at the sound, as he turned towards the elevator with a hopeful gasp.

     "Azalea!" he shouted, his voice filled with hope to see his daughter standing there safely, but as the elevator came to a stop, he realized it was only Poppy holding their son Twig in her arms.

"Good morning, Branch," she said joyfully once she saw her husband, but her smile quickly faded away, as she saw the terror on Branch's face. "What's wrong?"

     "Azalea's gone!" he shouted in a panic, dropping down to his knees to look under the couch. "I can't find her anywhere!" 

     To his surprise, Poppy suddenly began to laugh, causing him to turn back to her in shock.

     "Oh, Branch," she chuckled. "Calm down. She's just outside playing."

     At the sound of those words, Branch jumped to his feet, quickly running to the elevator so he could get outside as fast as he possibly could.

     "You need to relax Branch!" Poppy called after him, trying to calm his nerves. He had been a little more on edge than usual since her egg had hatched, panicking at any moment where she wasn't clear in his sight. "She's perfectly safe!" But he was already gone, on his way to rescue his daughter from 'certain death'.

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"Vroom!" Azalea shouted, laughing joyfully as she continued pretending to drive the dune-huggie, slamming the gas pedal to the floor.

     "Azalea!?" Branch shouted, popping out of the hatch leading to his bunker, as he looked around frantically.

     Finally, he spotted her, his heart sinking as he realized she was in the dune-huggie. His eyes widened in terror, several deadly scenarios flowing through his mind about what could possibly go wrong.

     "Azalea! No!" he shouted out in a panic. "That's dangerous!"

     The little four year old had not heard her father yelling for her to get out of the car, and continued playing, completely unaware of the danger she was in.

     Laughing, she stood up on the seat, pretending to be driving super fast.

     Quickly, Branch began running towards his daughter, trying frantically to get her attention... to save her life...

     "Azalea!" he shouted again, the little girl finally hearing his fearful cry.

"Hugh?" she questioned softly, turning her head to see what was going on, as her hand accidentally hit the keys.

     Suddenly, the car started up, taking off at high speed, Branch stopping his approach to stare in disbelief, his eyes wide in terror.

     "Azalea!"