The book explains about the Giver.

"Years ago, on the night of the Harvest Moon, a mysterious Troll paid our village a visit and delivered gifts to everyone, becoming known only as... the Giver. Every Harvest Moon since has been the same, leaving presents under the veil of night"

"Yay!"

"Which everyone loves..." poppy closes the book, "But it drives me completely insane!" The confused crowd chatters, "When you give a gift, you're supposed to receive a thank-you card. It's what separates us from the animals. And this Troll is making a mockery of the whole thing" She throws the book down, "Ugh!" The crowd gasps in surprise.

Clay Whispering to DJ Suki, "ok I think we might missed a step we don't go to all of the troll meetings but..,Does she do this every year?"

"Pretty much. I just nap through it. Thank goodness, I learned to sleep with my eyes open, right?" She snores with her eyes open and Clay gasps.

"Ok...creepy" John pulls him away.

"Well, listen up, Giver. You may have escaped me in the past, but this year I've rigged the entire village with hidden alarms" Smidge pulls a vine and flower alarms blare, "Which means I will catch you and will get what's coming to you"

Smidge is Holding a purple baseball bat, "Yeah!"

But Poppy is Holding a thank-you card, "This!" She opens the card and it plays a party horn sound and music.

"Uh, yeah, that" Poppy puts the card in her hair.

"So this is your last chance. Come forward now and take your thank-you like a Troll" The crowd stays still and spruce laughs, "Something funny, spruce?"

"Yes, you" spruce says.

"Hm..."

"Poppy if "the Gifter" wants to remain anonymous, shouldn't we respect that?" John says.

"Yeah I think this might be a little too much for a troll who just gives gifts, I mean what's wrong with that" Floyd says.

Then Clay looks around, "hey John, where's branch?"

"He said he wasn't feeling well so he stayed in the hideout" spruce says.

"Come on let's go check on him" John motions them and they left.

"It's "the Giver." If you're gonna be a know-it-all, get your facts straight"

"Uh, Poppy, just did a hair count, and Satin and Chenille are absent"

"Absent?! On the Harvest Moon? Let's go, Smidge. We've got a new lead suspect"

"Uh, there's two of them"

"We've got a new lead of suspects"

Down In the hideout as the guys arrived, "hey branch sorry to barge in we just wanna see if you were-"

But they see branch was holding a present, he got startled and nearly dropped the present and hides it behind his back.

"Guys-I-uh-I can explain"

They were all shocked but John, "whoa what's with all the presents" John asked as he picks one up to examine it.

"Uh John" spruce calls him.

"Not now, these seems like a lot of presents, wait a minute...are you...helping the giver branch"

Everyone facepalm, "branch isn't helping the giver, he is the giver John Dory" Clay says.

Then John gasped, "wait what?!"

"Branch? You're the giver?" Spruce asked.

Branch made a nervous face, "I'm sorry guys"

"Why didn't you tell us" Floyd says.

"How long have you been doing this for" Clay asked.

"So you remember when I was 10 and after that raging fan carried me away"

"Yeah why?" Clay asked.

"Well every time we do a show, for the past years all our fans supported us I just wanted to give something back please don't tell poppy"

"Ok fine I promise we won't tell poppy" John says.

"But we want to help you branch" spruce says.

"Yeah poppy is planning something to catch the giver" Floyd says.

"I have an idea, she'll have the catch the giver if he's in more then one place" branch says.

"Huh?"

At Satin and Chenille's pod, Satin is sick.

Satin sneezes and sighs, "I love being sick. It's like my body has a whole other side to its personality for me to get to know. Don't you think?" Chenille is wearing a gas mask and carrying a spray bottle.

"Back, vessel of pestilence!" She sprays with the bottle, "Back!" Poppy and Smidge walk to the window of the pod.

"You ready to bust these gift-giving punks, Poppy?"

"Locked and loaded" She sees Floyd sitting in a chair "Floyd what are doing?"

"Well someone's gotta be sure you don't go crazy"

"Ignore him. How do we get 'em to talk?"

"By using the oldest Troll interrogating technique there is-good cop, great cop" Smidge uses her baseball bat to shine light into Satin and Chenille's pod.

"Ah! Ooh, that sunshine feels so good"

"You know what else is good?" She takes out a cookie, "Cookies. And you can have them if you tell me what I want to know"

"Ooh"

"Or if you don't, either way"

"That's so nice"

"Oh, yeah?! I'll give you an entire cake, no strings attached!"

"Wow, I feel like I should at least tell you something"

"Well, I'll give you a back rub"

"I'll write you a haiku"

Poppy Banging on the table, "I'll be your best friend!"

"OK. OK. I confess. I color my hair! I'm not a natural purple. Neither is Chenille" The light comes on.

"You are dead to me"

"Hold on. So you're not the Giver?"

"Bravo, Poppy. You really broke the case of the purple hair wide open" Floyd claps sarcastically, Poppy growls" Floyd leans against something and falls along with red paper rolls up.

"That looks like the paper the Giver uses" She turns back to Satin and Chenille, "Explain yourself... ves!"

"That paper's not ours"

"Yeah, it's so five years ago" Smidge looks at the paper while Floyd gets up, "Do you think we've been living under a rock?" Smidge licks the paper.

"It's definitely the same-quality pulp, hand-cut edging, and look at the insignia. It comes from Sky Toronto's Party Shop"

"Ladies, I really hope Sky doesn't tell me you're the Giver, or so help me, I'll thank you like you've never been thanked before" She walks backwards. At Sky Toronto's Party Shop, Poppy is waiting to talk to him.

"It's crunch time, people. I need 200 piñata ideas on my desk by tomorrow morning" The workers walk away, "Queen Poppy, I'm honored, yada, yada, but let's cut to the chase. There are 18 parties, 12 soirees, and at least five shindigs on an average Troll night all supplied by me, Sky Toronto" He snaps his fingers, "So time is glitter"

"Do you recognize us?"

"Pause"

" Mr. Toronto, the new confetti designs for your approval, sir"

Sky Throwing some confetti, "Pass, hard pass, too cliché" He stops for a moment, "Ah, that one. That's the confetti of the now" The worker leaves, "Yes, I recognize it. Not popular, except with one Troll who picks up about 100 rolls once a year"

"Once a year?!"

"Hey, S.T. The boys in decorations just cooked up this new color. Thoughts?"

"Hm. Not bad. But disco balls aren't testing well. How about disco... cubes?" The worker gasps and walks backwards.

"Let me get this straight. The Troll who gets this paper, you've seen him in person?"

"Many times" He sees some workers running from an explosion, "Don't mind that. Accident in the trick candle division. We try to put it out, but every time we do..." The explosion gets worst. Later, Smidge is getting a cup of water while Poppy is talking to Sky with Harper sitting with him.

"Okay. Just give Harper here a physical description"

"Body of a warrior. Earlobes of a poet. Butt that shimmers like the night sky. We done here?"

"Describe the mystery Troll, not yourself"

Sky Taking the picture Harper drew, "My mistake. But I'm keeping that. The Troll had dark eyes, shrouded face, and hair the color of mystery" Harper shows Poppy a picture of the Giver.

"What is this?! This isn't helpful"

"I said I saw the Giver, not that it'd be helpful. But he was a bit taller"

Harper Taking back the picture she drew, "Wait. I've seen this Troll" Later that night, she, Poppy and Smidge go to find the Giver. "I saw the Troll down here this morning... over by the tree roots except he was a bit...fatter" They continue to walk as the fog clears. Poppy gasps to see several gifts ready to be delivered.

"Uh..."

"The Giver's stash. They'll have to come back here before delivering tonight' gifts. This is where we make out stand" As she tries to walk away, she hairs squishing sounds. The camera reveals them standing in mud.

"Uh, we're standing in mud"

Poppy Moving away from the mud, "This is where we make our stand" An owl is heard hooting in the background. Poppy and Smidge are hiding in the bushes. "It's just a matter of time. Eventually our Mystery Troll will have to come back to get the gifts, only to find..."

Smidge Popping out, "Whammo! It's a stakeout, boy!"

"Oh, yeah!" She and Smidge heat rustling, "That's the Giver now!" The Troll appears and goes to the gifts, "Gotcha!" She pulls a vine and many flowers appear. They shoot balls and streamers along with a thank-you banner and spiders.

"Thank you!"

Poppy Running out of her hiding spot, "Ha! I thanked you! I thanked you so hard! Yes, yes, yes!" She turns on a flashlight, "Now what do you have to say for yourself?!" The flowers reveal that it was only Cooper.

"You're welcome"

"Cooper: All these years, it was you? W-why did you- When did you..." She puts her flashlight away, "You know what? Just start from the beginning and tell me everything"

"Everything? Okay. Darkness. Then I emerge from the womb, wearing this very hat. And then the theme of my 7th birthday party was invisible friends. It was very well attended. And then after years of hard work at graduation, my classmates finally turned to me and said, "You're not in class." We laughed. And then some weird Troll told me if I came out here, I'd find some empty boxed for my empty-box collection. And then you trapped me and said, "Tell me everything." And then I said, "Darkness. I emerge from the womb"-

"Whoa! Just answer this question" She takes out the picture Harper drew, "Are you or are you not the Giver?"

"That's the weird Troll that sent me here. But he was a bit shorter"

"The Giver sent you here?"

"Special delivery from the Giver" Smidge opens the present and reveals a letter.

"Dear Poppy, I'm sorry. This was the only way. From, the Giver."

"It's a setup. The Giver wanted us to come here!" She hears the alarms sounding in Troll Village.

"Oh, my Guh"

"Halt! Halt in the name of gratitude!" She runs to the village to hear the Trolls cheering because their gifts were delivered. She then kneels down.

"THANK YOU!" The Trolls are celebrating their given gifts while a sad Poppy sits at her pod.

"The giver won, Smidge" She opens her card, "No point in holding on to this anymore" She rips the card to pieces.

"Come on, Poppy, at least you got a present, huh?"

"A horribly wrapped present. Who uses so much tape? Chenille was right. This Troll really must live... under a rock! Trolly-moley. I know who it is!" She gives her present to Smidge and runs. Then she comes back with her destroyed card.

"I really regret doing that" Smidge runs off with the gift boxes. Meanwhile, the Giver is walking in the darkness.

Then four of them emerge, one of them opens a switch and pulls down his hood. It is revealed that it was actually Branch. Then the others did the same: Floyd, spruce, clay and John Dory.

"Thanks again for your help guys" branch says.

"No problem" John says.

"Just next time when you decide to become this vigilant troll that gifts presents at night don't keep it a secret from us" spruce says.

"Right sorry"

"This was fun we should do this every year" Clay says.

"I still kinda feel bad for poppy" Floyd says.

"Don't worry she'll get over it" John says.

But suddenly, "Long night, guys?" They panic when they see poppy.

"AH! Poppy, hey what's up girl" John smiles nervously along with the others.

"Funny you're struggling with your words. I always thought that you had a gift for language"

"Um, yeah, well, I guess not today" spruce says.

"Let me give you a bit of advice, by the way. Don't sneak up on Trolls in the middle of the night" Clay says as they try to leave, but Poppy stops them

"Oh, guys. Always such a giver" She takes out her scrapbook supplies.

"Okay, poppy I admit it. I'm the Giver. They had nothing to with it, it was all me" branch says.

"Just please don't scrapbook summarize how we did it" John begged.

"First"

"Oh great" Clay groans.

Poppy Scrapbooking about what happened earlier today.

"You had Floyd followed me to Satin and Chenille's under the guise of wanting to see me embarrass myself. But really, he was planting evidence. Which led me to Sky Toronto, who, of course, remembered the mysterious Troll who comes in but once a year but this year instead of you you had Clay take your place" She impersonates Sky, "I, Sky Toronto, I'm very important." She goes back to her normal voice, "So, knowing I'd bring in Harper, you made sure that she noticed spruce at the hiding place in Misty Meadows" She impersonates spruce"Look at me. Look at me. Look at me." She impersonates Harper. "I'm looking at you." She goes back to her normal voice again, "Which lured me away from Troll Village. And to make sure I stayed there... enter Cooper. Which you had John do" She impersonates Cooper, "You got it, weird dude." She goes back to her normal voice once more. "Every one of your brothers had a role in this to keep me distracted while you deliver the presents, I figured out every detail of you plan except one. Why, Branch? Why?"

"Well, I guess I started 'cause all those years of a popular boy band, Giving gifts was my way of showing everyone how I appreciate despite my anxiety attacks"

"Aw, Branch, that-that's really beautiful. Why in the world would you keep it a secret?"

"'Cause I have anxiety issues, if everyone knew..I would-it's complicated poppy"

"You wouldn't understand" Clay says as he touches his shoulders.

Smidge Appearing from the bushes, "So what's the story, Poppy? Did you thank brozone's sorry butt?"Poppy takes out her mended card.

"Nah. I realized the guys couldn't be the Giver, Smidge. They're just a boy band they wouldn't have the time"

"You know me. Us poppy, I'm terrible at gift wrapping" John says.

"And I'm anxious" branch says.

"Guess we'll have to try again next year"

"Really? And so the dance continues" She walks backwards into the bushes.

"Thank you" Poppy gives Branch her card and brozone smiles.