:Pegs Debaser with a big hunk of snow to the back of the head:
And Shagnasty, here’s a friendly whitewash for your cold southern ass…welcome to Mass! 
: quickly rebuilds the snowfort and hides, pondering how she will get hold of the hose again :
I crawl on top of the snow cave in which Kn*ckers is hiding. I can hear her laughing in side. Carefully and quietly I dig a small hole in the top of the snow cave. When it looks close to breaking through I holler BOOOOO as my hand pushes through, showering her with snow… 
Come and join us I shout, as Kn*ckers emerges, shaking snow from her hair.
Washte runs screaming right at Meatros with a wild grin on her face. Chuck brown snow at me will ya!?! Tackles Meatros, pushing him into a huge snowdrift.
Meatros is shivering and has dropped all his ammo. I offer a hand up, whisper in his ear and we both grin… with great mischief.
sneaks up behind Cjhoworth and shoves a snowball down the back of her shirt, pantses His4Ever riiiiiight before everyone launches glacier-sized snowballs at her, hides behind the hot tub where Whkeith is lurking and shakes the tree behind him, dumping a load of snow over his shoulders (sorry, I just had to!), then trips over a hidden rock and crashes through SpazCat’s fort.
::wonders, as the full force of the Alaskan blizzard mode starts to turn me into a Kalcicle, when somebody will get me out of the Snowball Launcher of DOOM::
Awww, Hastur, I knew you loved me all along.
TVGuy’s PSLoD (Pneumatic Snowball Launcher of Doom) slowly turns on it’s turret, taking aim at Kn*ckers’ snow cave …
FOOM! FOOM! FOOM! WHUMP!!
Whoops! Sorry Washte, I guess the automatic targeting system is a little off…
I’ll be Calvin if you’ll be Susie.
sends another slushball up side TvGuy’s head
Having no snow, I settle for a ball o’ frost n’ dirt and lob it directly at NoClueBoy’s chest…then dash away and hide behind my dirty car.
You are just TOO fuckin’ weird, dude.
(not that I mind, you understand.)
Wolfy hon, I suggest a ceasefire. Looks like we have ourselves a common enemy…
-= DJ begins plotting a retaliatory strike against SpazCat’s entrenched position, recruiting fellow members of the Teeming Handful =-
cj, you’ll keep. For now.
[Homer voice] What the hell was that all about?!? [/Homer voice]
Grabs sno-cone from magical back pocket, sneaks up behind VivaDahr-link, and dumps the icy treat down the back of her UCLA sweatshirt.
Screams and laughter ensue as we go off looking for Kn(afraid to come out and fight, little girl?)ckers, Brian Ekers, and Wearia to lob ice cubes at.
Tars Tarkus and Tomndeb are planning an ambush on Carniverousplantguy, but mistakenly hit preview on their computers causing M E Buckner to take notice.
The Mods, now on to us, plan their own ambush.
me moves in for a smooch, fakes you out, and gives you a facewash in the glorious snow
I cared enough not to use the yellow snow.
:Vanyel prepare his Pelt-Master 3000 Snow Trebuchet:
Aims it at SpazCat’s entrenched position, attempting to get into the Teeming Handful.
:Vanyel builds an igloo and takes a quick nap during the lull in the action, ready to wake at the slightest hint of danger:
Good grief, th’ fire power around here’s getting fierce!
Hey, Vanyel! You thinking to use that there Pelt-Master on us AustraloDopers, or on SpazCat?
[Asks the Wolf, preparing to duck an’ run.]
Well, was kinda hopin’ to get in with al;l you AustraDopes, seein’ as how you’ve got the Spaz cornered…
[sub]Vanyel plots his subtle and completely-unforseen destruction of…oops, was I saying that out loud?:D[/sub]
All riiiighty, then …
[Ice Wolf makes mental note to try t’ stay out of range of that Pelt-Master at all times, while brushing snow off her face, and whistling a low, nameless tune.]
what, this li’l old PM3K? aww, she wouldn’t hurt a fly!
[sub]now, a mod, on the other hand…[/sub]
I now see a group of Dopers standing in a pattern which, I can’t help thinking, looks like ten bowling pins. I fashion a huge snowball, poke three “finger holes” in it with my fist, and roll it at them while hollering, “Zastupnik!” (for explanation, see the Boris Pasternak article in The Voodoo MAD.)
RT, wearing only a towel, approaches bathroom, sees MsRobyn with snowball.
Having been well-versed since junior high in the high art of towel combat, he whips off towel, rolls it up, and whips it at Robyn’s snowball, knocking it out of her hand and causing it to splatter harmlessly on the wall.
Enters shower, turns on hot water. Aaaaahhh!!!