*Tiny and icy were now walking up to a swamp when they see a sign*

Tiny Diamond: 'Rhyme-a-saurus swamp. no need to be nervous, read my sign out loud to fetch my service'

Lil' Icy: Okay well you just did that, then-

*suddenly the ground starts to rumble*

Tiny Diamond: Whoa! What the-

*then they look up and see rhyme-a-saurus emerging from the swamp*

Lil' Icy: O...

Tiny Diamond: M...

Lil' Icy and Tiny Diamond: Glitter!!

Rhyme-a-saurus: Hey there little friends! you two seem like you're not okay, i hope that i can help you find the rhyme you're lookin' for and have you on your way

Lil' Icy: Me and my brother are lookin' for a word that rhymes diamond so we can finish our rap and get our flows back, got any suggestions?

Rhyme-a-saurus: Uh, let me give this one a think, consult the page, review the ink *opens his book nose* diamond, diamond, diamond...almond...science...climate, climate, yes! climate is the best i could find, give that a shot if you two don't mind

Tiny Diamond: Uhh okay!

*then rap music is played*

Tiny Diamond: It's the holiday, holiday season

Lil' Icy: Gotta give our dad something that is pleasing

Tiny Diamond: He's a special man, a real, real, special man

Lil' Icy: That's why we wanna give him everything that we can

Tiny Diamond: He's our homie, his name is Guy Diamond

Tiny Diamond and Lil' Icy: Wanna give him something special that'll really blow his climate

Lil' Icy: Climate? NO! we ain't feelin' that

Rhyme-a-saurus: Right...well then, travel by land and sail the mighty seas, you need to consult with the great wind-breeze

Lil' Icy: Windbreeze? okay well where can we find her?

Rhyme-a-saurus: Uhh she's right there

Lil' Icy: I beg your pardon?

Windbreeze: *waves to tiny and icy* Hello!

Lil' Icy: Oh...well now i feel like an idiot

*back in pop village*

*poppy was sticking gems on a giant gift box*

Shadow: Wow, poppy! that is one massive gift!

Val: Yeah who's the lucky troll?

Poppy: Whoa whoa whoa, it's a secret gift swap, this vault is LOCKED

Shadow: Oh okay, I respect that

Val: oh yeah that's cool

Poppy: It's branch! i got branch! isn't that exciting! *Squeals*

Shadow: Whoa whoa whoa, you got your boyfriend? i mean even though i may not have a boyfriend myself, even i know that that's a lot of pressure

Poppy: Pressure? pfft! come on shadow, it's me we're talking about! the gift master! the gift-inator!

Poppy: By the way who'd you and your mom get?

Shadow: Uhh Mr. dinkles...who is that?

Poppy: Oh, that's biggie's pet! he's a worm

Shadow: A worm? Awesome, what do we get a worm by the way?

Poppy: Oh you two should get him a hat, he lost his old one

Shadow: How?

*transition to an old timey-esque movie*

Narrator: Contemplating his existence, monsieur dinkles clings to the solace of his trusty hat

*Dinkles' hat is blown away* 

Mr. Dinkles: Zutaloa!

*transition back to poppy, val and shadow*

Poppy:...See? i'm full of gift-spiration and there's plenty to go around

*poppy walks off with val and shadow*

*Meanwhile in branch's bunker*

Branch: Alright Rachel, Dylan, not gonna lie, I've been kinda freaking out over what to give the ultimate gift-giver, but i think i've got it figured out

*the camera zooms back, showing all of branch's plans*

Rachel: Woof! nice vision-board branch!

Dylan: And not at all insane looking *chuckles nervously*

Branch: Thank you, *pulls out a stick* okay, as everybody knows, giving the wrong gift can be a real relationship death sentence

Branch: If i go too small i might disappoint her

Branch: And if i go too big, i might freak her out

Branch: I can't let that happen, so, i came up with an equation that led me to make the perfect gift for poppy

*Suddenly molly appears with a blueprint in her mouth*

Molly: I'm back!

Branch: Ah molly perfect timing, come on up

*Molly throws the blueprint up to branch and climbs up onto the lift*

Dylan: Wait why does molly have a blueprint?

Molly: Oh it's not just any blueprint my wingless friend, it is the blueprint for the perfect gift

Branch: Precisely so A represents molly's mother B is all of her responsibilities and duties

Molly: And it's a crap ton of responsibilities and duties too

Branch: and C is the amount of time she spent doing her hair in the morning and so therefore, A plus B squared minus the square root of C...well you all see where we're going with this?

Rachel and Dylan: Yeah...?

Molly: So going back to my point earlier; Poppy has a crap-ton of responsibilities and duties, she never stops multitasking! ergo me and branch are gonna build her something that'll save her time

Rachel: Build her something? molly you barely even understand how squeaky toys work

Molly: Well actually it's super simple when the toy is squeezed, air is forced through the squeaker in the toy, resulting in a high-pitched sound, such as a squeak, or the sound of a toy horn or whistle, and also the tone and duration of the sound may depend on the size of the squeaker, the amount of air squeezed out of the toy, and the speed with which it is squeezed

Rachel:...How--?

Molly: I read it in a book

Molly: But enough of that, We give you... The first ever troll hair-doer machine! with an added petting machine

Branch: Now all we gotta do now is to go to poppy's place and get the exact measurements of her head without her noticing and we are good to go

Dylan: Well that doesn't sound creepy at all

*rachel shudders*

Rachel (whispering to dylan): Good thing we dropped the kids off at my parents