"Hmmm...." Darktan said, pacing back and forth. "We are losing. We must retreat. Aha, but they wont be much without their precious capital, will they?" He said to a Mwa Mwa Penguin. "Otay. Wes swir!" said the loonie. Darktan called a break with the referee. The referee agreed. He sounded an air horn and ordered the armies to stop. Group "aawwws" were heard across the valley. Luce turned to Proffesor Shroomsky. "Professor, make sure you don't drop the Silmaril Crown. Darktan is up to something, and we're going to need it." Shroomsky nodded. "What do you want?" The guards glared. The tern dashed off.