Now having the attention of both factions, the figure pauses and remains standing still. A second figure appears out of the midst next to him. Making his way in front, this figure cloaked in purple and green begins to speak directly to the Captain.
"Have you've forgotten...of the unique and logic-defying amalgam of winter and summer? Or do you fear its power...the power of S'winter..."
Shocked, the Captain reels back and falls out of the tree, crashing into a pile of rotten garbage. Her lackey, Butterfingers, yells out in awe.
"He's invoked the Rule of S'winter!"
Murmurs could be heard throughout the Captain's camp.
"The Rule of S'winter?"
"How? That has not be called upon in some time!"
"And it won't ever bear its teeth again!"
The commenter in question was none other than the Captain. Arising from the pile covered in rotten banana peels, squished tomatoes, and spoiled milk, she waves off the impact of the stranger's words.
"It is nothing but a fairytale, an excuse for those too impatient for December and plus...this is a Christmas Party...not a winter one! Thus your olden ways are null and void!"
Butterfingers cautiously approaches the two figures. "If this is true, then why invoke such a rather outdated notion?"
The one cloaked in orange and white removes his hood and triumphantly responds. "Because, if the law of Christmas in July expires, then the law of S'winter still stands. And if the Captain should agree to hide behind technicalities, then let it be known that Christmas falls under the category of both a winter and summer holiday...it all depends on your region."
All of the Captain's troops, including M.O.C., look at their leader in horror. Having been outwitted by this triangle shape headed menace, the Captain draws out her electro staff and in anger throws herself at him.
Stepping aside into a defensive position, the second figure comes to the aid of his friend and blocks her attack with his own wooden staff. Looking into the eyes of the Captain, he utters a single sentence:
"Some people...call...it...Wummer."
It was the last words the Captain ever heard before blasting off again into the starry skies above...
The three parties then stare at each other over the overly complicated conflict resolution...
*Recalling the events of the first Nanny Mcphee film, the leprechauns look around for the August snowfall*
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