[Growltigger]

The camera pans back, reminiscient of the opening of the battle of sterling in Braveheart. The battle lines are forming, and initial skirmishing is going on to boot.....

A ballistae fires its steely arrow, adroitly ripping off the female T-Rex costume off what turns out to be 4 Fu Man Chu lookalikes on a tricycle clutching a boombox playing the sound track to Jurassic Park. A flurry of fiery arrows turns them into wantons.. (that old 4 chinaman in a comedy T-Rex outfit never works!)

The torrent of country music is drowned out by the sound of bells and whistles, Raging Deadstar and his nasty army of conservatives, knights and were-gerbils runs gibbering in terror when the evil band of bearded social workers and maths teachers comes charging out of GT's battleline all garbed up as morris dancers....hell hath no fury like a middle aged tosser in bells and whistles waving handerchiefs and who, I might add, should really know better....

The heavy artillery loads up the greek fire, flaming projectiles and stink bomb gas, as well as the anti-Cumbrian evil boll weevil knacker nibbling parasite bombs - boy, is RD going to get it...

GT shrugs off the welsh colours, urinates on the paint, waves his magic wand, and turns RD into a fey canadian rugby player, just before the whole Springbok first fifteen charge onto him....

Woundwort, finding out that the dampening field has stopped his vanishing trick, disappears under an nasty horde of mongooses....

and what silly sod is bring cobras to the party, mongooses eat cobras!!