Winter was suspiciously more active than normal, due to the Grumblin Hoods shooting arrows at the Sir Slushes. The two groups normally were neutral to each other, as they normally ignored each others' presence. However, ever since Gruntilda allowed the purple colored, green warbed gruntlings to have access to their weaponry, things have gotten quite more annoying.

"D'oh! We lost Number 234!" One random Grumblin Hood exclaimed as he was with another Grumblin Hood on the abandoned Zubba Beehive, which was slowly crumbling into pieces.

The Grumblin Hood on his right turned to the first Grumblin Hood. "I don't get it. Are we doing this just for fun, or is this practice?" He asked curiously, blinking.

The first Grumblin Hood scoffed as he answered the second Grumblin Hood. "Practice, fun, neither matter! The thing is just to stay focus and shoot!"

Both Grumblin Hoods were caught off guard as a Sir Slush on the branch above shot a couple of snowballs at them, making the two fall into the ice, which was enough to crack it, causing them to fall into the freezing cold water, which took away their breath very easily.