The Grinch looked down from his lair on the mountain up near the city of Whoville, spotting the Ice Climbers playing around with each other.
"What are they doing?" The Grinch asked in confusion. "And why are they doing it?"
Max, his loyal dog, just barked as he watched alongside his furry green master, wondering why he wasn't bothering to rhyme as he glanced down the snowy, to also see the Ice Climbers. Popo and Nana were slapping each other with their wooden mallets, giving each other huge wounds as their mallets were extremely painful for them. They were big, for you.
"Nana this is boring...?" Popo said as he yawned loudly.
Nana sniffled as she shook her head, with it constantly snowing in the tundra. "Well... we've climbed up so many mountains and trekked through so any snowy areas, it's no longer a thrill to us."
"...that's a shame." Popo sighed as he shook his head.
"Yeah... I wish we got a new hobby, like knitting, or exploring fetishes" Nana mumbled while nodding her head in agreement.
The two Ice Climbers kept hitting each other with their mallets. Until the Grinch ran down and snatched their mallets, smacking them into each other.
"You stop it with your mallet shit," The Grinch cursed while snarling. "Because all this smashing just makes me want to spit!"
