"Ugh, why are there so many orcs?" Popo groaned as he and Nana were attacking various orcs at a frozen tundra, with it constantly snowing.
"Beats me... they just keep showing up!" Nana exclaimed as she was using her icy powers more than Popo, who was smacking them with his wooden mallet.
"I wish they would just leave!"
"Well so do I, but wishing doesn't get anything done, huh?" Popo asked while mashing with his mallet.
"That's true. Guess we'll have to keep smashing these things." Nana said while using her freezing strength.
Popo and Nana kept on attacking the orcs, but they just kept popping up endlessly, because the Ice Climbers just couldn't get a break.
"Oh come on!" Popo and Nana groaned in unison as they were piled on by the various orcs.
"This is for the mother load!" A random giant orc exclaimed as he was rolling his club around for some reason.
Gandalf the White teleported to the tundra to see the orcs being tag teamed by the Ice Climbers, rubbing his pure white beard as he meshed in perfectly with the weather.
"Hmmm... perhaps these two strange hobbits don't need help..." Gandalf said to himself as he then raised his white staff and used his wizard magic to blast the orcs with his mystic power, before teleporting away back to the world of Middleearth.