"Well, that was…interesting," Throttle chuckled as he sipped his hot chocolate

"Interesting? Just interesting! Bro, that was spectacular! Especially my tear-jerking death scene. And Charley-girl, sweetheart, I never want to get on your bad side. Ever." Vinnie commented from the couch, between bites of hotdog and swigs of his root beer.

"Sure, Bold and Brainless, you say that now; but later, not so much."

"Next time we will have to draw straws to see who will be on your team, Charley ma'am." Modo drawled and taking a bite from his cookie.

"I knew you fuzzballs would love snowball fights; especially Davidson family style," Charley said as she placed the water guns in the dish rack to dry out. "Though I'm thinking from now on we stay away from the water balloons, slush bombs and water guns and just stick with regular, old snow."

"Aww, but dollface!" Vinnie griped.

"No, Mr. Drama Queen," Charley chuckled as she threw their wet clothing into the dryer.

"Craters. How come you only scold me and not Throttle," he asked with a pout.

"Because you're the biggest pain in the tail," she pointed out as she gently slapped his shoulder. As Throttle and Vinnie traded smug and annoyed looks, respectively, Charley sat down and put her now warm and dry self in her favorite armchair to enjoy her own mug of hot chocolate. "Now, I believe the two of you have a bet to pay off since you lost our little 'war,'" Charley declared as she and Modo shared a smirk.

Modo picked up a sheet of paper off the coffee table causing a groan to come from the white-furred daredevil and started to read from it. "The dishes need to be washed and put away; all tools need to be put back in the proper places; the trash…"

And so was the end to the very first Martian snowball fight on Earth, but of course it was not to be the last.