A pointed shoe glided through the sands, carving its path. Slowed to a halt by the granules, the jester hopped to its other foot, and then back and forth between the two. As it chortled madly, its beady eyes scanned through the shifting mixture of clouds and smoke its bombs had stirred up. As phantom foes darted between the haze, more explosives were unloaded onto the battlefield. The shadows resided, and a mighty cheer rose up. The already enormous smile across the bomber's face widened more, changing from homicidal rage to victorious pleasure. With a twirl, he dispelled the fog to behold his loving audience Raising his fists in triumph, the spectators did not shower him with his self thought earned praise. They were boisterous, but it seemed as though they were laughing, mocking the clown. Following their gaze, his head was cast skyward. The midday sun burned his eyes, but a distinctive image could be seen through the rays. It was coming at him and fast.
Shooting right past the fool's head, the goblin braced its decent against its bent tail. Springing outward, the released appendage darted Bogg to the back of the jester's round skull. Suspended temporarily, a flurry of purple clad boots battered the crown further before finishing the blitz with a final stomp, throwing the blue clown to the sands. Falling back to the ground gingerly, before the recoil bore the horned one back to the sky, it plucked something from the dazed bomber. Shaking its head, the eldest brother looked about for its adversary only to find it absent. It did find a faint whistling noise approaching from above. Slowly, it craned heaven bound with its rosy cheeked face marred, for once, with a toothy frown.
The horned blob crashed downward from its stellar rise, carrying with it an intact grenade. Clutching the hazard between its feet, the device was piledriven square onto the fool's large head with such speed that the green fiend was able to slip out of the reach of the ensuing explosion which the oversized body part shielded it from. With a twist of its body, Bogg pivoted on a foot, sweeping its crooked tail across the arena floor, knocking the ashen faced maniac to its back. Hopping upon the felled enemy, a white, gloved hand appeared from no where and smacked the ground near the perched combatant. Each strike invoked a harmonious chant from the audience.
"One! Two! THREE!" At that, it was ended. The globule bathed in the cries of the crowd, but its eyes looked towards the King, as did the masses. The blue bird rubbed his chin in deep thought, weighing his decision. Flashing a smile, he reached his verdict: thumbs down. A great outburst rose from the stadium as a sword was tossed into the battlefield. Wielding the blade in no hands, its edge was placed at the senior Poppy's neck.
"Okay, okay," the battered jester wheezed with smoke filled breath, "you can have the cup cake." It produced the said baked good.
"Damn straight!" Bogg certified, hastily devouring the treat. The audience let out their biggest cheer yet as the combatants left the arena, their battle a grand spectacle.
"Wait, so that's it?" a woman in purple questioned, uncrossing her striped legs as she rose to hurl a hand full of pop corn at their direction and berated them.
"Well, it's not like your cameo really helped tie up any loose ends," the King pointed out.
The End... I guess?
