Shadgirl2: I'm back with another Trolls fanfic! This is a sequel to "To Err is Troll." After watching TWT, I was rather offended by the stereotype of country as depressing and the fact that the Country Trolls seemed to be all "woe is me, life stinks, and I hate it." It just really irked me, since I grew up country. That's not accurate.

Midna Azusa: So, since I'mafanofFANFICTIONS wanted to see the other Pop Troll villages, we're doing a sequel! You'll also get to see the other troll tribes in here while we're at it. Expect a lot of the Country Trolls, all things considered.

Shadgirl2: If we're going to stereotype the country lifestyle, I'd rather go with one that's a little more accurate and less offensive, at least in my opinion. It shows up in country music and movies, after all. (More common than the "depressed as can be" stereotype I saw in TWT.) This story picks up after "Party Crashed," with most of the events from previous TTBGO episodes being canon (only those altered due to the events of "To Err is Troll" are not, including the episode with the eyestalks).

Midna: So, without further ado, enjoy the chaos!

Disclaimer: We don't own Trolls.

Edit: We added details and narration and changed some words.


Parties were a favorite pastime of trolls, and what better time to have a party than just after an amazing, astounding victory that couldn't have come without the help of a new and dear friend? Now an honorary troll, Archer was getting along really well...with Keith.

"After escaping the station, Icarus cremated Lord Badguy's body, saying goodbye to his dad once and for all. Once that was done, he met up with his friends, and they all celebrated the fall of the empire! Icarus looked up into the far reaches of space and saw his mentors all watching over him. The end!" the strangest child in Troll Village said dramatically, finishing up his story.

Archer the former Party Crasher teared up. He put his hands to his face. "Th-that's so sad... That his dad could die like—"

Keith grinned proudly, hands on his hips, ignoring the tears from his audience. "Yep! Awesome ending, huh?"

As Archer tried not to break down completely, Poppy and Branch watched from the dais, even though there seemed to be no legitimate reason for Branch, who wasn't royalty, to join Poppy for her ceremonies. In truth, Poppy had her reasons. The former recluse was her boyfriend, and she was trying to be more supportive of him since the Creek Week incident. That being said, support needed to go both ways, so she'd insisted on having him by her side at every important announcement she made since they had made up.

Poppy put her hands to her face and gushed, "Aw...look at Archer over there making friends with the trolls for real this time. It's almost too beautiful for words!" Her eyes started welling up with tears of joy.

"Yeah, it's good that he's found someplace to call home," Branch agreed. "Too bad about his brother, though."

Poppy sighed, looking down. "Yeah. Too bad. That guy's totally messed up, but...maybe he'll see the error of his ways, seeing his brother so happy?" She gave a hopeful smile.

Apparently, she thought Bash might return. Branch shook his head, a lame look on his face, as he said, "Uh, yeah, Poppy. If that guy comes back, I'm not asking questions. I'm getting him out of here as fast as possible. I mean, just look at what he did! He kidnapped Mr. Dinkles, locked us up, and worked everyone in the village like slaves!"

Poppy crossed her arms, looking mildly annoyed. The way he said it, it was as if he thought she was too dumb to figure that out. "I know that, Alpha Wolf!" Poppy said, invoking one of her nicknames for him.

After the events of that ridiculous game show she and Branch had been forced onto, Branch had asked Poppy about the weird nicknames she'd been using for him and Creek and why they always started with the respective troll's initial. He was mildly surprised to find she'd known exactly who they both were the entire time and had used those names to stop herself from saying their real names. He hadn't seemed upset at the pet names (at least, the ones she used for him), so she'd decided to start using pet names with him. He'd responded by coming up with one for her as well. Now Poppy had two pet names she used for her significant other, one to show affection and one to use as a gentle tease to let him know he was being too paranoid. Alpha Wolf pointed out Branch's good traits along with the bad—the alpha was the leader who protected the tribe. Branch's overprotective side could be smothering, however, which was part of the answer she'd given when he asked her about the nickname. He'd just rolled his eyes, apparently unbothered by it.

Back in the present, however, Poppy continued, "I never said I wanted him to come back! That guy was bad news, and—" She cut herself off with a gasp, eyes widening as she realized something.

How could she have been such an idiot? Archer had said that they go around doing this a lot.

Branch just looked at her curiously.

Suddenly Poppy put her hands to her face, looking horrified now. "Oh, no! I just realized something! We just drove the Party Crashers out, meaning they're off crashing someone else's party now! What in trolls' name were we thinking?"

Branch raised an eyebrow and offered, "Uh, that we can't keep them here?"

"Yeah, but, Branch! Now they're off doing the exact same thing to somebody else! What part of that didn't you get?" she asked, slightly annoyed with him.

It's worth pointing out here that Poppy's annoyance with Branch had been carefully controlled since the Creek Week incident some time ago. She'd been mindful not to act like he was annoying for his paranoia now, but she was perfectly fine getting annoyed with him when he was acting like he didn't have a brain in his head—like now, for instance.

"What!?" he exclaimed, eyes widening. "Poppy, are you serious? You can't solve everyone's problems! It's not like we can control what the Party Crashers do!"

"No. But we can lend everyone a helping hand in stopping them! Come on!" she said as she started running off, her queenly robes trailing behind her. "We gotta round up everyone and try to sort this out!"

"Poppy, be careful!" Branch called as he followed. "You're going to trip like that!"

She ignored the warning and focused on the matter at hand, rounding up all of her friends for a meeting at the fun dungeon. They couldn't just sit idly by while the Party Crashers ruined everyone else's fun, after all.


Soon Poppy stood proudly behind one of the bouncy mushrooms, using it as a podium. She smiled at everyone, Branch reluctantly standing at her right side.

"Thank you all for coming! I bet you're all wondering why I've called you all here today!" Poppy said cheerily.

"Yeah, Queen Poppy!" Cooper said. "And why are you all dressed up?"

She hadn't changed. She was still wearing her ceremonial robes, which gave this entire meeting an air of formality that normally wasn't present when Poppy spoke with her closest friends. The podium didn't help to do away with this illusion, either.

"Because she wants to give me a heart attack," Branch muttered, arms crossed.

Poppy's expression turned serious as she said, "No, time, Cooper! We've got a bit of a national crisis on our hands, and it's up to the..." Looking around, her eyes widened in confusion. "— uh, eleven of us to—" She cut off, realizing that she hadn't just gotten her closest friends here. "I'm sorry," she said, looking at the 11th troll, completely baffled. "What are you doing here, Creek? You never come to our meetings anymore."

This was awkward and confusing and really didn't make sense. The purple troll was standing at the back, unnoticed by anyone until Poppy's eyes landed on him.

Once she pointed him out, though, everyone else looked. "Creek!?"

"What are you doing here?" Biggie asked, nonplussed. It wasn't like Creek spent a lot of time with them anymore. Biggie couldn't figure out why he'd choose now to join them.

"Get out!" Branch snapped, pointing at the door.

Creek waved at them all with an awkward grin. "Uh, h-hello there, everyone. H-how's it going?"

Poppy just blinked at him, lost. "Uuuhh..."

Branch growled. Why's Creek here!? I know he still hangs out with these guys sometimes, but that doesn't mean I want to see him!

"Uh, fine, I...guess," DJ answered, disturbed and a bit confused at the sudden reappearance of this former member of Poppy's inner circle. "But, uh, what are ya doin' here, dude? Don't ya know these meetin's are often...uh..."

"Most of the time, if Poppy calls us all together like this, she's got some dangerous plot up her sleeve," Smidge supplied.

Poppy's eyes widened, startled at this accusation. "What!? No, I don't! I—"

"And, as we all knoooow, you're a terrrrible sport when it comes to such a thing, so..." Guy autotuned.

"Look! I do not only call these meetings if I'm thinking of doing something dangerous!" Poppy said, annoyed and insulted. "Where'd you all get a crazy idea like that?"

Looking uncomfortable, Satin started, "Well..."

"Do you remember that time when we needed to get Branch to accept your apology, and Guy came up with this crazy idea to have Aspen Heights pretend to take control of Troll Village from you?" Chenille asked, a lame look on her face. She put her hands on her hips.

"Yeah, admittedly, that could have ended badly," Branch said, rolling his eyes.

They'd locked Poppy in the fun dungeon and pretended there was a usurper to the throne. Branch had been angry enough at this idea that he'd gone to free Poppy (locking Cooper and Smidge up in the process) and then gone after the traitor. Given that Branch didn't forgive traitors the way the others always did, it was a good thing they told him it was just an act. Otherwise, he'd have probably torn Aspen Heights to shreds.

"Yeah. Then there was that time you wanted us all to apologize ourselves, and we nearly got killed for it," Smidge said casually.

She fully remembered how badly that had turned out. She'd tried forcing Branch to talk to them, only to get launched through the air by one of his traps. Smidge had landed on her head in the market and suffered a mild concussion from the experience. The worst part was that something she'd said during their failed plan with Aspen Heights hadn't been acting —she really had believed Aspen to be her father at that time. It was three weeks before she finally realized that wasn't the truth, an embarrassment she'd like to forget.

Poppy remembered that Smidge wasn't the one who got that threat. She'd been launched for home before Branch had trapped and threatened them all, so she felt the need to point this out. She pointed at her small friend and started, "Okay, first off, Smidge, you weren't even—"

"What about that time when we all brought swampkins home because Poppy didn't like their home, then we cleaned it up instead?" Cooper asked, looking around at the others.

"Or that time when you made a fake Greygon to fight and ended up attracting the real Greygon," Biggie added with a hint of fear in his voice. That hadn't been fun at all.

"Uh, yeah, but—" Poppy asked, looking sheepish rather than insulted now. Wow, did she get them into a lot of trouble. She never realized it before.

"Or when ya thought havin' a pillow fight with Branch was the way to—"

That effectively annoyed Poppy again. "Okay, first off, Suki, Branch agreed to that one, too, and—"

"And don't get me started," Branch said, hopping on the band wagon in the hopes of scaring Creek off. He wanted to make it clear how "dangerous" it was to hang out with them, whether it was Poppy's fault or not. "Let's see, there was Bellow Bug Day, when you wanted so badly to get that rainbow-maker that you didn't even care if you put it together right after you broke it, risking our lives to get it in the first place; and then there was that attempt to bribe everyone into voting smiley face with a bunch of cuddle pups, not realizing their mom would attack; and that time when Cooper stole a pie at a ceremony in Bergen Town and got all of us threatened, effectively proving that he probably shouldn't have been there; and the time we almost got killed by vampire flowers when a surprise party diversion went wrong; and the time you created a diversion so you could get into my bunker and find out what my grandma's recipe for fluffleberry cake was, tried to bake the cake, thought you got it wrong, and ended up on Slippery Slope."

Poppy whirled on him with a glare and jabbed a finger into his chest, saying, "Hold on, mister! That is not all my doing, and you know it! First of all, I can't control what Cooper decides to do, and second—"

"Uh, Poppy?" Creek cut her off, raising a finger uncomfortably. He couldn't help but think that maybe he shouldn't have come if Poppy frequently led them off on hairbrained schemes that dangerous. "Didn't you want me to answer your question about why I'm here?"

Poppy blinked and looked at Creek, still poking Branch in the chest. Then she turned away from her boyfriend, rubbing her head with a sheepish and awkward grin. "Uh... Heh, heh, heh, heh, rright... Better get back on track, then." She spared Branch a quick glare that said they'd be talking about this later, then turned back to the crowd with an awkward laugh as she pressed her hands together and asked, "What are you doing here, Creek? This meeting really isn't something you should be involved in."

Creek sighed, looking down. "So I've gathered... Well, truth is, love, I couldn't help but notice your aura was an extremely dismal color today as you ran around the village, frantically looking for everyone. And I couldn't help but wonder why? All things considered, today should have been such a happy one, but you were..."

"Ah...got it," she said, giving an understanding smile. Creek was pretty good at reading people, so his involvement in this was perfectly fitting. After all, besides that time when he sold them out to save his own life, he normally was very helpful.

Then Poppy showed her anxiety again as she went on, "Well, Creek! To answer your question, the Party Crashers got booted out of town and are now off crashing everyone else's parties, so it's up to all of us to go out there and stop them!"

"How?" Satin asked.

"What are we going to do?" Biggie added.

Cooper looked at Creek and said, "You might wanna leave before she asks us to get Branch's stuff and start Branching it up!"

"Now hold on there, fella!" Guy interjected with a confident smile. "That might not be necessary, all things considered! I mean, for one, we don't even know where these other troll groups are located, let alone where the Crashers took off to from here! Why, for all we know, they ran home to their mama's, scared to death of what we might do!"

"Hey. You're right... We don't know where everyone is," DJ admitted, now looking a bit concerned. "So how'd we go about helpin' them, with that in mind?"

"That's simple!" Poppy said as she threw her arms out to the sides, beaming with excitement. "Branch has a map back in his bunker that lists all the—"

"Uh, Poppy?" Branch cut her off. "Can we talk about this idea?"

She sighed and turned to him, looking bored. Much as she'd like to run with this, she knew that she at least owed Branch the courtesy of hearing him out. After all, relationships required compromise, and she didn't want to mess this one up again by trying to have it all her way.

"I know you want to help the other trolls, but we don't know anything about them!" Branch pointed out. "What if they don't want our help?"

"What are you talking about, Branch? Of course, they will! You saw just how miserable the Crashers made everyone! So do you honestly believe the other trolls would've enjoyed their little visit? Huh? Do ya?" She gave him a rather smug look, feeling that her point was made.

She had half a mind to use that nickname again since wolves took care of their own, not others, but she felt that using it for that purpose would be mean.

"Admittedly, friends, she does have a point," Creek chimed in with concern. "If the Crashers really did go through and use up everyone's party supplies, then the others out there really could use our help in rebuilding and restocking, couldn't they?"

"My thoughts exactly, Creek!" Poppy said, positively beaming with excitement. "The others may not have anything, so it's our job to gather up some supplies to help them recover!"

"Uh, Poppy? Don't you think this might be a bit too big a job for the eleven of us to carry out alone?" Smidge asked. She wanted to help, sure, but she doubted whether the 11 of them could do it alone.

"Smidge has a point, Poppy," Biggie agreed worriedly. "How many other trolls are there out there?"

She didn't know. Curious and concerned now, she turned to Branch. However, before asking, she needed to make sure Branch, who was always very jealous of Creek, didn't get the wrong idea from her agreeing with the yogi earlier. Well, now seemed as good a time as ever to use her pet name for him. "First of all, Butterfly, nothing against you or your ideas or concerns. It's just that Creek's was a good one, and we just have to figure out how to make it work."

Hopefully that would assure him he had nothing to fear from her agreement with Creek. She'd used his pet name, for pity's sake!

"Yeah, fine," he grudgingly admitted, crossing his arms.

Poppy smiled slightly. At times, she felt the need to walk on eggshells with this guy. Much as she loved him, it was hard to do that all the time. "Great. So how many are there, Branch? It's your map, after all." She crossed her arms and grinned at him, waiting.

"Well, the first thing you need to know is that there are other tribes of trolls, all named for a different genre of music," he said.

"Really?" Satin asked, amazed. She had no idea there were trolls who focused on specific kinds of music. In Troll Village, pop was the norm, but there were trolls who liked to listen to other things, too.

Curious, DJ smiled and asked, "What kinds, bro?"

This sounded like it could be a fun adventure, and DJ thought she could bring someone special along for the ride.

"Classical Music, Country, Hard Rock, Techno, and Funk are the other five. Pop is our tribe."

"...Country? Oh, come on, Poppy!" Guy complained, tossing his head in irritation. He hated country music. It was all sad and miserable. "Do we have to go there?"

Smidge shuddered, thinking about her own experiences with that depressing genre. "I, uh, kinda agree with Guy on that one, Poppy..."

Fuzzbert vocalized his agreement, too. Despite the hair covering his entire body, his friends could still spot his discomfort. He'd take a happy rap song over a sorrowful country one any day.

"I'd rather not, if we can help it," Chenille said, looking uncomfortable.

"Country music's so twangy!" Cooper complained, thinking of the bluegrass music he'd heard. That stuff was like torture as far as he was concerned. "Like that song I played that the watchamacallems didn't like! Do we have to go?"

Poppy frowned in disappointment and answered, "Yes! It's only fair, you guys! Just because we don't really like that sad, lonely genre all that much doesn't give the Crashers the right to destroy their homes! Now does it?"

Reluctant and disjointed agreement met this proclamation. Much as they hated country music, she was right. The Country Trolls didn't deserve that, either.

"Besides those tribes, there are also five Pop Troll villages in the surrounding area," Branch continued.

Poppy blinked, her eyes widening. "Wait a sec. What!?" She turned to Branch, surprised at this revelation.

"That's a lot of trolls..." Satin said. Five other tribes plus five other Pop Troll villages? And what if there were other towns for the other genres, too?

"How are we going to help all of them by ourselves?" Biggie asked, feeling discouraged.

"Now, now, my friends!" Creek said with a smile as he made a calming gesture, his confidence returning. "Try and settle down and think this through a bit. From the sound of things, all these trolls would require is a little help getting back up on their feet, a task that will require nothing more than for us to each gather up some supplies and help them replenish them. To do that, all that's really needed are large enough transports and the hands necessary to load and unload it all. Nothing too serious or dangerous, I assure you."

There would be other trolls in these new areas to help with unloading, so they just had to load things up and head out. This wouldn't be dangerous or difficult, which made him wonder what everyone else's problem was with Poppy's plans. This couldn't go that badly.

"Yeah," Branch admitted, arms crossed. He didn't like agreeing with Creek. Assuming the other trolls don't mind us popping in unannounced.

"So all we gotta do is get the stuff to them? That'll be easy!" Cooper said happily as he bounced a bit.

"Yeah!" DJ agreed eagerly. "But, uh...how do we carry it all?"

"Ooh, ooh! We could all load up the caterbus and bring it to them that way!" Guy suggested as he waved a hand in the air.

"Great idea, except there are ten different groups, and they're in all directions," Branch countered.

"Ooh, ooh! What about using Air Force Fun instead?" Smidge offered as she also waved an eager hand in the air. "Then we could all fly to all the other groups!" She threw her arms up over her head, thrilled at her own genius.

"Uh, I don't know... That could take us awhile, and I'd like to get home before my kids grow up, if it's all the same to you, Smidge," Poppy said uncertainly.

Smidge looked down, frowning. "Oh..."

It made sense. They couldn't fit enough supplies on Air Force Fun for every location, so they'd have to load up, head out, drop off supplies, then come back and do it all over again. Poppy didn't have time for that. She had a kingdom to run!

"You have kids?" Cooper asked.

Silence met this awkward question. After all, none of them had kids. What was Cooper's deal?

"Ah... Perhaps we could split up?" Biggie suggested as he recovered from Cooper's strange comment.

Fuzzbert leaped into the air, loving that idea. They'd be able to get where they needed to much faster that way.

"A brilliant deduction, my friend! Then we can all take different means of transportation to get there, as well!"

"Dibs on Air Force Fun!" Smidge called, waving excitedly.

"Then does that mean you're going to one of the other tribes?" Branch asked.

Unsure, Smidge deflated, lowering her hand slowly. "Uh..."

"Now that you mention it... Where are we all headed off to?" Guy asked.

The Snack Pack started talking among themselves, all agreeing on one point—they didn't want to visit the Country Trolls.

Poppy looked at Branch, unsure of this herself. He had the map, after all. She didn't know where the other trolls were. "Branch?"

"I don't have the map here. It's back in my bunker."

Poppy crossed her arms and tapped a foot, glaring at him and waiting.

Branch sighed in defeat. "I'll go get it," he said, heading for home with a distinctly disgruntled look about him.

This was shaping up to be quite an adventure, and he couldn't shake the feeling it wasn't going to be a pleasant one.


A/N: I felt like this story was rushed out too soon, and I'm honestly not satisfied with it. So we're revamping it! This means no new chapters for a while, but it also means some serious revisions. Nothing major changed in this chapter, but we're ultimately going to be deleting some scenes, altering others, adding more fluff for everyone, and putting in more narration. We'll get this part done as soon as we can, then we'll go back to the actual story.

Additionally, I'll go ahead and explain Poppy's pet names here. The alpha wolf of the pack is the leader. They're strong-willed and protective, loyal to their pack, and are usually the strongest and smartest. Since our previous story, specifically the game show "Guess and Choose Love," had the Snack Pack point out all these traits in Branch, it fits. Poppy also uses it as a gentle reminder that Branch is getting out of hand instead of putting him down. As for the other, "Butterfly" is because of his transformation from a moody gray troll into a fun-loving and happy blue one. It symbolizes him becoming a better troll and turning into something beautiful.