"Poppy!" Branch yelled out in terror, as Poppy clung onto King Oomar who whipped her back and forth like a bucking Adorabull.

     Quickly, Branch jumped to his feet, running to save the troll he loved more than anything else in the world, but stopped dead in his tracks, as he was suddenly grabbed by two Bashoongas, who held tightly onto his arms, holding him back.

     "Poppy!" Branch shouted, struggling to break free from the Bashoongas' grasps. "No! Poppy!"

"Get off of me, troll!" King Oomar demanded in a shout, moving all around, trying to get Poppy off of him. "AHHH!" Poppy screamed, struggling to hold on.

Suddenly, she lost her grip, flying off of King Oomar, as she slammed hard into a tree, falling to the ground unconscious.

     "Poppy!" Branch yelled, tears forming in his bright blue eyes. "No!"

Panting heavily in pure rage, king Oomar walked over to Poppy, holding his staff high up in the air.

"This ends now!" he shouted, slamming his staff down at the queen of pop.

     "No!" Branch screamed, quickly flinging his hair forwards to grab onto the staff, and pull it back to him.

     Once the staff was in his hands, Branch whacked the two guards that held him, causing them to let go, as they fell to the ground.

     "Leave her alone!" Branch cried out in pure rage, as he ran at king Oomar, holding the staff high.

Quickly, he swung the staff, Oomar catching it in his hand once again.

"You never learn..." the king Bashoonga chuckled. "Do you, troll?"

     Branch glared at him, tears streaming from his eyes. He wasn't going to give up... he wasn't going to let him hurt Poppy.

     "Stamp the bow!" he suddenly yelled out, quickly punching his hair forewords to slap away the king Bashoonga.

     "AHHH!" Oomar shrieked out in shock, falling roughly to the ground.

     Branch stood, gripping the staff tightly in his hand, as he glared down at the hideous creature.

     "And you never learn..." he said firmly. "Never mess with the trolls..."

     Quickly, he stabbed the staff down at king Oomar, clipping his shirt with the spear, as it dug into the ground.

     Oomar's eyes widened in horror, as he looked at the staff right next to his neck, just inches away from piercing his leathery skin.

     Slowly, he looked back up at Branch, who stood over him with a firm glare on his face.

     "You're lucky..." he said softly but firmly. "Trolls don't hurt other creatures... but if you ever come back..." He lifted the spear up, holding it close to him. "Go... before I change my mind..."

     Oomar looked up at him in shock for a moment, his horrified look, suddenly turning to a sinister smile.

     "You truly are a weak, pathetic fool..." he snickered. "Can't even take out your enemy, while he's down..."

     "Kindness... is not weakness," Branch said firmly, gripping the staff tightly, fighting the urge to kill this beast right here and now.

     "You know what else isn't weakness..." Oomar chuckled. "Having the guts to finish what you started..."

     Suddenly, the king Bashoonga whipped his tail around, swiping Branch off of his feet.

     Branch fell to the ground, losing his grip on the staff, as Oomar picked it up, jumping to his feet.

     "Ready to give up?" the king Bashoonga smirked, holding his staff high.

     Branch glared up at him, as the evil monster slammed down his staff, going in for the kill...

     "Not a chance..." Branch grumbled softly, not even a hint of fear in his voice.

     Quickly, he whipped up his hair, wrapping it around a tree branch, and pulling himself into the air just before Oomar stabbed his staff into the ground where the little troll once sat.

     Without hesitation, Branch dropped back down to ground, grabbing hold of the staff, as he yanked it from Oomar's hands, stabbing it right into the Bashoonga's stomach.

     Oomar gasped sharply, his eyes widening in pain as he looked at Branch in shock.

     "Are you ready to give up?" the little troll said firmly, glaring at the king Bashoonga, as he removed the staff from his stomach.

     Slowly, Oomar fell to his knees, grasping at his stomach, as he panted heavily, having trouble breathing, but to Branch's surprise, a small smirk began to form on the Bashoonga's face as he chuckled softly.

     "You..." he chuckled softly. "Shoulda gone for the head..."

     Suddenly, he grabbed the staff in both hands, slamming Branch into a tree, as he held the long metal stick against the little troll's thought.

Branch kicked his feet frantically, trying to get away, as he gasped for air, unable to breath.

King Oomar smiled, starring at Branch as his face began to turn red.

"You put up a good fight..." Oomar chuckled, smirking down at Branch. "But not good enough..." Branch glared up at him, unable to speak as he struggled to breath. "Good bye troll..."

Branch blinked, slowly stoping his struggle to escape, having no energy left as his vision began to blur.

He was about to loose consciousness, when Barb suddenly showed up right behind King Oomar, smashing her guitar over his head.

Oomar fell to the ground, completely unconscious, as he accidentally released Branch from his grasp.

Once he was released, Branch fell to his knees, coughing and gasping for air, as his vision slowly began to clear.

"No one messes with the dork, but me," Barb said, spitting on Oomar.

Slowly, Branch wobbled up to his feet, immediately looking over at Poppy, who still lay on the ground motionless.

"Poppy?" he muttered, still feeling a bit weak. But it wasn't long before all his senses came back, the memories of what was going on flooding back into his brain. "Poppy!"

Quickly, he ran over to the love of his life, dropping down to his knees beside her.

"Poppy? Poppy, can you hear me!?" he said, his voice trembling in fear, as he tied to shake her awake. She didn't reply... "Please, Poppy..." he whispered in sorrow. "Please wake up."

All the trolls, gathered around to see what was going on, all the Bashoongas having fled in terror, once their leader was taken down.

"Wake up, Poppy," Branch muttered, tears forming in his eyes. "Please... you gotta wake up."

     Silence...

     Branch started to cry, burying his face into Poppy as she lay there, not waking up... not moving... not doing anything...

Everyone watched in sorrow, slowly lowering their heads in respect for the fallen queen and her devastated husband...

     "Ugh..." Poppy suddenly groaned, squinting her eyes in pain.

     With a quiet gasp, Branch raised his head, looking down at Poppy, as she slowly began to wake up.

"Poppy?" he whispered, his eyes wide in shock, as he waited for her to answer.

Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, looking weakly up at Branch.

"Branch?" she muttered softly, her vision slowly focusing on him. "Did... did we win?"

     With a quiet laugh of relief, Branch smiled, hugging Poppy tight, as he cried into her shoulder.

     "Yes," he cried with joy. "Yes, Poppy. We won. We're safe now..."

     Poppy looked at him, concerned by his tears.

     "Why are you crying?" she asked, worried about the troll she loved so much. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Branch laughed, still crying softly. "Everything is great, now that you're ok."

Poppy smiled at his words, hugging him back, as the whole village cheered in excitement. The queen was alive!