Clara opened her eyes to find that she was not in the familiar land she once knew.
This land was strange, and very different.
The land was relatively pink, as Clara noticed, and things like lollipops and candy canes were sticking out from the ground.
"Weird..." she said.
Suddenly, a small mouse skittered right past her. He looked at her face, and exclaimed in a surprisingly manly voice;
"...EY' WATCH WHERE YA WALKIN'!!"
Clara jumped back, in surprise that this small creature was capable of speaking.
"Oh man..." she said. "Oh man oh man!!"
More mice were approaching. They appeared to be the exact size of humans compared to Clara, and were also fighting in a massive battle against toys. Toy people and candy-themed people, that is. Stuffing and cotton candy went flying as the mice began to unleash their guns upon the multitudes of people, as the war grew more deadly.
In order for no one to notice that she was there, Clara took shelter from within a nearby log—a pecan log that is.
A million mice emerged from beneath the ground. They separated, revealing none other than the Mouse King—a large, black rodent clad in only a golden crown and a purple cape with a sword in a belt on the left side of his body.
"YOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Exclaimed a smaller gray mouse wearing nothing but pants (his underwear were showing), sneakers, a backwards baseball cap, and a gold chain that said "DOPE!" on it.
"—IT'S BOUT TO GO OFF DA CHIZZAIN, DAWG!"
"Aw, HELLLL YES, BOYYYYYY!!" Another gray mouse, dressed in a very puffy hoodie (with the word "FRESH" on it in neon pink lettering), and an enormously large hi-top fade. "RAISE DA ROOF! RAISE IT!!"
"Dope, Fresh, please..." the Mouse King said. "Leave me alone for one second..."
"Awwwwwwww..." both mice said.
The Mouse King then cleared his throat, and spoke;
"Greetings, all you candy and toy people. As you may have noticed, I am the Mouse King, and I have come to take over your land. If there's anyone out there who would choose to oppose what I have planned, let him fight me now, so that I may pummel him to the ground and we can move this along..."
The Mouse King paused. Clara awaited with bated breath, hoping that no one would catch her.
"...I'LL DO IT!!" A voice exclaimed.
Clara gasped, completely in shock at what she saw emerge.
It was her Nutcracker! His jaw was still in tact, yet he started to have a slightly more human-like appearance than previously. Clara also found him to be kinda cute like this...
"You're goin' down, man..." the Nutcracker said, drawing his sword. "I'll defeat you so quick you'd think you were in a time warp..."
"We'll see who defeats who..." the Mouse King said and turned to one of his mouse guards. "...Gimmie a beat..."
The little mouse started to beat-box at a surprisingly professional level for someone of his size and adorable body.
(Nutcracker March instrumental plays)
"Call me da Mouse King!
And I am here to say,
Gonna take your little toy land,
Away, today,
It ain't okay to be the ruler, of this whole country,
I am the true man for the job,
Ya' see!"
The mouse king rapped, walking circles around the Nutcracker to try and intimidate him. The smaller mouse beatboxed alongside, trying to both beatbox and run at once.
"Yo',
Three blind mice,
gonna see how they run...
I thinkin' I'm finished rappin',
PSYCHE!
I ain't done, son!"
The Mouse King stood next to his massive mouse-drawn carriage, the mice moving the carriage made it look like it was a low-rider. Meanwhile, Clara wondered how to save the Nutcracker from the mouse king, then, she looked down at her slipper and smiled—she had an idea.
"Salmonellosis,
Leptospirosis,
You wouldn't wanna get one of those,
When you give me a kiss, sis!
We be everywhere, son,
And we are what y'all cain't fade,
Don't pull down the shades,
Mice caused the Black Plague,
Last one to rap is a rotten egg!"
Once the Mouse King was finished with his rap, his guards all exclaimed "OHHHHHHH!!". Then, he tossed the mic over to the Nutcracker, who then thought of an amazing rhyme.
"Word up,
Word up,
Y'all it's me, the Nutcracker,
Nick nack paddy whack,
You won't outlast, sir,
I got the dope beats,
You stupid freaks,
You want cheese?
Well, Aw, jeez,
You best be steppin' back from me's!"
The nutcracker started to rhyme with a bit more confidence and started to moonwalk with a major amount of swagger. As he walked and battle-rapped, the Mouse King was taken aback.
"Come straight outta Germany,
You cain't be hurtin' me,
Don't try alertin' me,
Touch a finger to my wood, Holmes,
You gettin' an lobotomy!"
The nutcracker breakdanced amidst a small group of gingerbread men and dolls. He flipped on his head, and perfectly stuck the landing afterwards.
"Big ups,
And props,
To my boy Tchaikovsky,
Russian man,
He knows just how to write a story,
It ain't gory,
Or boring,
Simply alluring,
Enduring and lasting throughout the ages,
I'm always gonna be on the front of the Playbook Christmas Pages!"
As the Nutcracker continued to seriously spit bars, Clara raised up her slipper, and flung it at the Mouse King. The Mouse immediately fell to the ground was a massive *THUD!*.
"—PEACE!" The Nutcracker finished, and dropped the mic.
All the candy people and gingerbread men, as well as the toy people clapped for the Nutcracker, who then bowed before them. Just then, the Mouse King got up, and he was certainly not happy that he'd not only been beaten on the field of battle, but on the field of rap battle as well.