tunnels through the snow until he’s behind the Canadian snowfort.
What? There’s no one here? Where’d those wily Canucks go?
He senses an ambush, but picks up a pile of those Canadian iceballs, and clambers into the fort. He pers out and sees VB and Falc. He drops the balls “Too mean” and starts packing new snowballs to pepper VB and Falc with.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.