A womanly silhouette appears on a hill covered in pink grass. She wears green khaki hotpants and a white tank top holding her considerable bust. Resting against her shoulder is a chunky, oversized gun, nearly as tall as her. She chomps on an unlit cigar with a scowl on her face. This is Princess Sara in the not too distant future!
Sara pulls a tan, green and yellow coloured ball, about the size of her fist from her pocket and stares at it for a brief moment before sighing and putting it back in a pocket on her military webbing.
"Lets get 'em boys!" she shouts and a small band of rag tag survivors rush up onto the hill. A pig with a tuft of blonde hair joins the group. Its Princess Connie. She has a pair of rocket launchers mounted to her sides by a belt, a small targeting scope over one eye. She bites down on a horses bit that sends the rockets whirring through the air.
Princess Sara lowers her massive gun and begins firing into the group of clowns bouncing up the hill on space hoppers. a familiar clown knight, Lady Cecilia rides her pantomime horse and directs the clown army.
"Come on you silly billies! Lets put some smiles on their faces!" Lady Cecilia shouts.
The pigs rockets land between the space hopper clowns and burst into a cloud of blue mist. Ice quickly forms over the clowns, freezing them in place.
Transparent pellets from Sara's gun blasts into the clowns and the clear liquid smothers them, contorting them, squashing them down into colourful balls, about the size of a fist, the same color as the clowns had been wearing.
"Oh my! We had best retreat!" the Clown Knight says "Everyone! back to the clown car!"
The clowns have routed and the remaining 20 begin rushing back into a yellow mini. Only 15 make it, the others drop to the floor bouncing as little rubber balls.
"Good heavens!" cries Cecilia as she takes a hit quickly shrinking, "This isn't very funny!"
Princess Sara stands above Cecilia, looking down on the shrinking ball shaped girl.
"Please! At least play catch with me," the clown begs as she fully becomes a pink ball, her grinning face white face with a big red nose stares up motionlessly. Princess Sara picks up the ball, bounces it a few times before throwing it to a waiting soldier, who catches it, shoving it into a camouflaged bag with the rest of the balls.
The group quickly make their way back to the moated fortress they now call home, passing candyfloss trees and yellow bushes with chocolate instead of fruit. As they get closer to the fortress, the grass becomes green, the trees, leafy.
"Rename sector 7 to bubblegum hill on the battlemap," Sara scowls as she crosses the drawbridge into the fortress. She hands her gun off to one of the Gnome Gear Knights Paladins for maintenance, telling them to sort out the recoil proble.
"Jonson, take the clowns to the ball room and remember to lock both doors this time." Sara orders.
"All these precautions and you still carry that ball with you," Connie says as she trots alongside, "Why not drop it in the pit with the rest of them?"
"Just get back to your sty and get some rest Connie," Sara quickly dismisses the question, "We head out again at sunrise."
"But..." Connie begins but is interrupted.
"Listen, I don't need advice from someone who can't even clean up their own shit! Do you know how many man hours we've lost having to send someone to clean out your sty?" Sara berates the pig.
"Well, don't blame me when this comes back to bite you in the ass, Princess."
"I told you not to call me that anymore," Sara mutters as she walks back to her living quarters to plan the next offensive.