Sibling Rivalry

"No, it was MINE!" an angry shriek filled the air and it was swiftly followed by a bright pink explosion. It was Dawn Crumhorn and her teddy bear, Mr. Snuggles. They were at it again, bickering and fighting like the little children that they were. Although Dawn technically owned Mr. Snuggles, ever since she brought him to life using a magical tiara, she had come to see him more like a brother and, as with all siblings, there was quite a decent amount of sibling rivalry. At least once a week, one of the two managed to anger the other "sibling" and it would ensue in one of multiple ways: a scream fest, the silent treatment, a slap-fight, or an all-out war. Today's fight was the all-out war. Dawn had been setting up for a nice little tea party with Mr. Snuggles, but he ate some of the food before she had been ready to start. She was now accusing him of theft, claiming that the food he'd eaten had belonged to her.

"But it was at my spot on the table!" Mr. Snuggles fired back, verbally and physically. There was another loud explosion and another burst of pink light, only this time, it was the little Dawn Crumhorn who took the blow.

"You set the plate right by my chair! How was I supposed to know it wasn't mine?!" he continued to whine.

"Because, stupid! No one is supposed to eat 20 cookies all at once!" Dawn shrieked back angrily, swift to retaliate with her own moves. Though she was tiny and young, she was also very fierce and defensive. She was never one to back down from a fight, ever.

"How was I supposed to know?! I'm a big bear! I need a lot of food!" Mr. Snuggles bellowed.

"You're a stuffed animal! You shouldn't even need to eat food at all!" Dawn shrieked back. Using her magical tiara, the little girl sent herself rocketing forward until she slammed into Mr. Snuggles' soft, fuzzy tummy. The force of the impact was so great that both of them went crashing through the wall of Dawn's bedroom, arching through London's sky in a pink fury.

"Raaaaaaaahhhh!" Mr. Snuggles roared, pushing back against Dawn until they were suspended, motionless, in the air.

"Noooooooooooo!" Dawn gave her trademark battle cry of annoyance as she tried to start pushing Mr. Snuggles backward again. It didn't work. Instead, Mr. Snuggles only let out another earsplitting roar and extended large plastic claws from the tips of his typically-soft paws. Although Dawn was the one who possessed the magical tiara, because Mr. Snuggles had been created from it and spent so much time around it, a tiny bit of its magic had worn off on him. It was why Dawn hadn't been able to just shrink him down back to ordinary size. Every time she tried, he only re-grew himself until, once again, he was as large as the bedroom. Now he was giving himself some extra weapons to fight Dawn with as well.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhh!" he roared as he brought a paw down on Dawn, plastic claws fully extended.

"Hiiiii-yah!" Dawn shrieked back in response, flying backward out of Mr. Snuggles' reach and then kicking his paw violently.

"Ouch! Hey! That hurt!" he whined, rubbing his injured paw with his uninjured one.

"Ooops, sorry," Dawn paused for a moment, putting a concerned hand over her mouth.

"Eh. It'll heal," Mr. Snuggles decided with a shrug, lowering his paws again. For a moment, there was only silence. Then with another roar and another squeal, the battled carried on...

"Ummm, Chief!" Penfold pointed out the window of HQ as Dawn and Mr. Snuggles went sailing past, still locked in combat.

"What is it, Penfold?" Danger Mouse asked, eye glued to the TV in front of him.

"I think that Pink Dawn and Mr. Snuggles just went by and are about to destroy the city again!" Penfold replied.

"Jolly good for them, I suppose," Danger Mouse shrugged, clearly too invested in his show to care.