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Branch is babysitting four-year-old Alisha, a red troll with pink hair (this time she wore her hair in a ponytail) and the two of them were at Branch's bunker, baking cookies. Five minutes had passed and Branch notices how Alisha was moving around. She hopped, squirmed and moved from side to side. She moaned too. Does she needs to go potty? Maybe? Hm...not so sure yet. Branch shrugged it off as opened the chocolate chips, still keeping a close eye on her.
"Hey, Alisha, want to help me with pouring the chocolate chips for the cookies?"
Alisha smiled and wiggled from side to side. "Sure."
The two of them poured the chocolate chips into the bowl, though they didn't pour much as Alisha let go of the bag and let out an uh oh noise, wiggling.
"Branchy, I got to go potty," Alisha said.
He put the bag of chocolate chip cookies on the table. "Oh oh. Potty?"
Alisha made a noise meaning yes.
Branch held onto her hand as they hurried along to the bunker bathroom. They got into the bathroom where there was a toilet, but no potty seat to put onto the toilet. Oh, man! Did I forget to bring that? Man, what are we going to do? Alisha whined. He stared at the toilet, took a deep breath, and soothed Alisha to calm down. He instructed her to pull her shorts and underwear and he plans to help her with taking her to the toilet without the potty seat.
"Here's what we're going to do, Alisha. I'm going to lift you to the toilet and I'm going to hold your hands like this-" Branch lifted her to the toilet and held both of her hands.
"I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall," Alisha said.
"No, you're not going to fall, I promise not to let go," Branch said.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."