You stealthily sneak up the mountain to the not‐particularly‐secret Lair of the Ninja Snowmen. You see a serene monastery hewn out of the very living rock. Wait, I guess that means the hills are alive after all. My mistake. You sneak inside and see dozens of magically animated snowmen wearing ninja masks. They’re all training, using their twiggy little arms to fling shuriken, juggle nunchuku, and eat sashimi. None of them look likely to turn and shout “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” or anything. Still, you can’t underestimate the comedic element of something without legs trying to do a roundhouse kick.
Suddenly, one of the snowmen spots you and raises the alarm! Looks like it’s time to throw down or get down‐thrown yourself.