The land of flowers was represented as a vast field with a village made entirely of plants and flowers next to an enormous castle made from the finest roses, orchids, and lillies-of-the-valley. The plant people went about their day, mostly to grow crops to become new citizens to keep literally regrowing the population. Giant variants of insects, such as ants, beetles, ladybugs, and butterflies were used primarily as beasts of burden, carrying wooden carts or boxes.

"Wowwww.." Clara said.

Suddenly, from through the enormously tall blades of grass, cave a very strange-looking man. It seemed as though he was a walking flower!

And that he was—a flower with root legs and pink petals at the top of his head.

"Who are you?" The Nutcracker asked.

"Well my name is Dave,

And I'm here to say,

I love to rap in a major way!"

The flower-man rapped, dancing around and making Clara and the Nutcracker feel very awkward.

"My rhymes are fly,

My beats are sick,

And even though I am a

Flower,

I got a real big—"

The flower-man attempted to start break-dancing, but stopped.

"Oh..." he said. "My joints aren't as good as they used to be."

"Thank goodness." Clara said.

"Yeah..." the Nutcracker replied.

"Specially' cause of these child-birthin' hips of mine..." he looked down at his very wide lower body. "Anyway, what brings a couple strangers like y'all out here?"

"We're on our way to kill the Mouse King and bring peace to the land!" The Nutcracker said.

"Ooooohhh..." Dave said. "That sounds rad, can I come?"

"Uh...Sure." Clara replied, after hesitating a little.

"Okay." Dave said. "But imma let you know something first, kay?"

"What?" The Nutcracker asked.

"See, the Mouse King's castle is like, within the land of ice. I was wonderin' if any of you guys had like, a blanket, cause I wilt in cold temperatures." Dave explained.

"Okay," the Nutcracker said. "I think I got one right here..." he said, pulling one out from his (oddly small) backpack.

"Perfect!" Dave exclaimed, wrapping the blanket around his fragile, leafy body. "NOW LET'S ROLLLL!!"

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In a remote location, far from Clara and the Nutcracker, the Mouse King sat within his tent. The old rat was busy griping over his recent loss—and he was not taking it very well.

"How dare that girl get away from my grasp..." the Mouse King snarled, tossing his sword at Dope and Fresh, missing them by a few inches. "I WAS SO CLOSE EVEN!"

"Aw don't sweat it, man!" Fresh exclaimed. "We'll get her next time, WIGGEDY-WHAT-WHAAAAT?!"

The Mouse King tossed his sword directly at Fresh yet again, and unsurprisingly, he missed.

"And STOP DOING THAT!" The Mouse King exclaimed.

"Doin' what?" Dope asked.

"That...RAP SNAP SLANG!" The mouse king replied.

"C'mon dude!" Dope replied. "I thought you was down wit' it! I thought you could represent! I thought you was FLY!"

The mouse king gripped Dope by the neck and held his sword even closer.

"I LIKE rap, I just do not like the SSLANG that comes with it." The Mouse King replied.

"Pssh." Dope replied, scoffing. "HOMEY YOU BUGGIN'!! RAP GOTTA BE WIT' THE LINGO!"

Dope squeaked as the Mouse King held him down even tighter.

"—Anything else you want to say..." the Mouse king asked, still gripping Dope very tightly by the neck.

The smaller rodent cleared his throat, then replied very quickly;

"Every time I come a mouse gotta set it

Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it

Then I gotta blow and then I gotta shudder any little thing that mouse think he be doing

'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna dadadada—"

Before Dope could rap another verse, his throat was slashed, the remnants of it getting on Fresh's clothing. The Mouse King tossed Dope's remains into the snow and walked away, leaving Fresh within the tent.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" He replied. "NOW WHERE'M I S'POSED TO FIND ANOTHER HOMEBOY, DAWG?!"