The Wiffle Battle

Come closer children, sit by the fire. I want to tell you the story of the famous duel between two mighty forces of nature. Long, long ago there were two kingdoms in the land of Wiffle (where cheap beer flows like river water), headed by Sir Megaman the Force and Lady Squirrel the Fierce. One year, at the Wiffle Ball Festivus, the two began talking when things turned sour.
The duel commenced with a joke that Sir Megaman took to far when he thought Lady Squirrel was not looking.

She had, however, noticed his fowl gesture and shouted a threat, poised for attack.

She started with a smart side-kick.

And then followed with a sharp face shot.

Some cunning crotch knocks.

And then some belly busters.


A nose twister.

And a body slam.

To which Sir Megaman replied with a jump and a hop. And a brutal retaliation. He began with a sucker punch.

A bottom bruiser

A brick.

And a nice hair pull.

Sir Scott the Noble had been observing this physical fued.

When he decided to intervene.

He grabbed the two royals.

And quoth: If you two cannot settle things properly

I will squash thine heads like watermelons.
When he left them, Lady Squirrel clasped her wiffle bat.

And struck the mighty Sir Megaman.

Again.

And again.

Until he gave a squeal of glee.

And they decided to be friends again, uniting the kingdom in peace once more.