Day 5, Day 9

Once Grizwalt renamed his Cherry Popsicle to "Cold Rainy Crayon," I knew the hours of peace we had now hung in the balance. The amazing flavor of "CRC" caused The Bear King to raise it up to the stars and Moon as he hollered "Disis Alicius!" This act was done with such force "CRC's" body separated from his stick skeleton, his now hollow body plummeting to the ground below. Enraged by this ultimate flavor betrayal, as "CRC" hit the carpet (Grizwalt now wearing his brand new out of the package 3T-4T White Sox) raised his right foot and stomped "CRC's" remains into the carpet. Almost to show all other foods and non-foods alike, you don't run when The Bear King is eating you. The younger brother Deaodin, sensing/smelling or "using the force" appeared from his blanket den. He waddled to the scene of defiance, not to be out done by his older brother The Wolf King got down on all fours and with a savage giggle began sucking the now warming innards of "CRC" right form the carpet. I could not allow this. I arm myself with the largest frying pan lid as my shield, a roll of paper towels as my spear, I am the One Man Phalanx. Deaodin in such a feeding frenzy, my spear thrusts have no effect on him. From behind, Grizwalt brings forth his Primitive siege machine, The Kitchen Chair! The battle with Deaodin is vicious, at one point he managed to disarm me. Being outmaneuvered with Grizwalt to my flank, out manned, I had no choice but to fall back to my Kitchen Stronghold. Once inside the safety of my walls I could see The Wolf King still eating the remains of "CRC" and in one last act of Defiance by The Bear King set the stage for days to come. Standing atop his siege engine, he removed the very sock he stomped poor "CRC" with, raised it above his head then proceeded to suck every last drop of flavor out of his sock, throwing the now flavorless sock at eh gates of my keep, laughing in Triumph. The Day was Lost but The Kitchen Still STANDS!

Day 9

The Snow King "Frossing the Frakes" and his hoard's of Snowmans lead by the ruthless General "Chili Dawgs" covered the lands. Seeking revenge for the Great Snow Warrior "The Purple Snow Man." Frossing the Frakes brought every snowman he could create, thousands upon thousands awaited his command. The Savages and I, now fighting side by side held our ground. The Bear King, a sight to fear. Dressed in his Bearskin slippers, his talking Cowboy underoo's, his favorite turquoise jacket, armed with his two hockey Sticks. He danced with excitement at the carnage to come. The Wolf King Deaodin in his Bright Orange Body armor from head to toe, strangely armed himself with a Saxaphone and his Electric Tooth Brush. I stood in standard civilized clothing, applying common sense, a shovel as my weapon of choice. Using surprise to my advantage, I grab ahold of The Wolf King and throw him as far as I could into Chili Dawgs battle formations. Confusion spreads throughout the ranks, Deaodin powers up his toothbrush, letting out one of the few civilized words combos he knows " Ooooohhhhhh Mmmmaaaannnnn!" knowing what was about to happen. Chili Dawgs orders the attack. The Electric ToothBrush. shredding Snowman after Snowman, blue slashes of tooth paste covering the now, piles of snow. The Bear King, with a long "Yeeeessssss!!!" charged in. Like a washing machine with Hockey Sticks, the Snowman fell by the hundreds. Hockey Sticks and butter, they didn't have a chance. I, the ever opportunist, hung back. The Savages would do great damage to ChiliDawgs Army, those that remained would crumble on my defenses. The Savages now back-to-back, the fallen Snowman now forming an igloo around them, they both dance and cheer with every slice. As the Snowman fell the igloo is almost completely sealed off on top, at that moment The Wolf King pulled out his Saxaphone. The Bear King still swinging away, Deaodin begins to play "Snowflake, Snowflake, little snowflake." This was the turning point in the battle. Chili Dawgs, never hearing this Jazz/Rock interpretation of this ancient song, that had been passed down form Snow King to Snow King for as long as it has snowed, stopped the attacks. Chili Dawgs walks to the tippy top of the igloo, the song still playing, jumps in. The Wolf King still hammering the keys on the Sax, Chili Dawgs puts a Snow Paw on his head and licks him, tale waging, they are now friends. As they climb out, The Bear King still looking for a fight points his Hockey Sticks in my direction and with a roaring "Yyyyyeeeesssss!!!!!" they charged. My plan has once again failed. I had one shovel, my defensive wall was only 3ft. tall and at best 4 inches thick. Within seconds an avalanche poured over me, with Grizwalt and Deaodin riding the wave. The Bear King claiming victory as his little brother and the minions of snowman as well as Chili Dawgs stood behind him. I was lucky enough to have my head above the carnage but I was stuck and could not move. The Wolf King found my red and green winter hat some ways off and turned it over to his older Brother. The Savages dance in circles around my exposed head with their hoots and random attempts at words. The Bear King places my hat upon my head and announces to all as his victory speech "Look it Christmas!!!!!"