[Intro – stealth sub hum + crowded breathing + distant factory clank] Yeah… Ariel stayed behind to run her kingdom. Cinder held the tower comms. Gretel and Beast kept the home fires burning. The rest squeezed into Peter’s overcrowded mini stealth sub like sardines with attitude. [Verse 1 – Setup & Apple Testing (Expanded)] Rapunzel worked the cramped lab deck, hair cables twitching with delight, Testing raw Pinokie-Apples on the rescue crew that night. Blue Bull munched one first, eyes wide as the fruit went down, Poof — Mini-Taur burst out, four-foot tall, horns and muscle all around. He flexed, stumbled, nearly headbutted the ceiling with a crash, “Wheee! I’m shorter but stronger! This is gonna be a smash!” Baby Bear grabbed the next, bit down hard with a curious grin, Then froze mid-chew — fur exploding, body shrinking in. “Wtf… I’m a fucking Ewok?!” he roared with full Ted-like rage, Cute, fluffy, four-foot fury ready to turn the next page. Peter piloted calm, ex-navy steady in the tight steel hull, Hansel, Woodcutter, Frosty, Grinch — all packed like canned fish, full. [Pre-Chorus] Grinch checked his ornament cams. “Robbie’s in the lower block. Move fast.” [Chorus – chaotic dark humor raid] Robbies Rescue Re-run, stealth sub sneaking through the black, Workshop belly crawling with guards and sugar smack. Mini-Taur Bull charging clumsy, Ewok Bear in full Ted rage, Woodcutter’s Swiss-Arm-Axe spinning every tool on the stage. Peter’s sub hovered silent at the secret supply vent, Grinch dropped bugs and candy grenades — pure elegant dissent. They found Robbie — seven-foot gentle troll with child-like eyes, Polite even in chains: “Terribly sorry, sirs, but I must advise…” [Verse 2 – Santa Run-In] Alarms screamed red as they freed the big gentle elf, RatRods poured in heavy, engines roaring with menace. Then Santa himself stepped out from the shadows, red coat glowing cold, Eyes locking with Woodcutter’s — father and son, story finally told. Santa raised his Naughty List rifle, finger on the trigger tight, Looked at Woodcutter, then the crew — and lowered it that night. “Didn’t know it was you… Go. Before I change my mind.” The old man turned away — one quiet merciful kind. [Bridge – messy escape] Mini-Taur Bull charged the exit like a blue wrecking ball, Ewok Bear roaring cute fury, smashing guards into the wall. Robbie bowed politely while carrying two elves on his back, “Master Grinch will be pleased. Shall we avoid further flak?” They piled into the mini sub — sardines with horns and fur, Peter yelling “Hold on!” as the overloaded engines purred. Awkward elbows, tails, and grumbling filled the steel can, Blue Bull whispering, “Best. Rescue. Ever. Can we do it again?” [Final Chorus – triumphant messy energy] Robbies Rescue Re-run — Workshop burning, elves now free, Gentle seven-foot troll serving Guardians with pure duty. Santa spared his son when the shot was his to take, The north is cracking open… for the revolution’s sake. Mini sub packed tighter than a bad idea in July, Heading home to drydock lights under Hook’s captured sky. Ariel rules her kingdom, Cinder runs the tower comms, The war keeps rolling… and the sardines keep the bombs. [Outro – fading sub engines + cramped complaints + polite troll voice] Yeah… Robbie’s free. The elves are operational. The sub smells like wet bull and regret. And somewhere in the north… Santa just let his son walk away.
