Armadillo: What is this thing?

Dawn: I dunno.

*The kids stared at a giant metal gauntlet with jewels in it*

Vanilla: It seems we have required a giant glove, should we wear it?

Armadillo: No way! We don't know if it's dangerous, and besides, it's way too big for us--

Dawn: I got it on!

Armadillo: What?

*They turned and saw Dawn wearing the gauntlet, and it was a perfect fit*

Armadillo: How do you manage that?

Dawn: It just shrank when I slipped my talon in it.

Armadillo: Cool!

Vanilla: Does it do anything else?

Dawn: Let me see...

*She tried snapping her claws, and bubbles appeared in the air*

Dawn: BUBBLES!

Armadillo: Awesome! I want a turn!

Vanilla: I wish to go next.

Meanwhile:

Winter: Hey, Qibli, have you seen the kids--

*Winter paused, when he saw Qibli laying on the ground, in pain*

Winter: Qibli!

*Winter ran forward, and held the SandWing in his arms*

Qibli: Winter....

Qibli: ....I don't feel so good.

Winter: What's wrong?

Qibli: I...

Winter: ...

Qibli: I left my sandwich on the counter! Now, it's gone!

Winter: *drops him*

Qibli: Ow!

Winter: Is that fucking it? I thought you were hurt!

Qibli: You don't understand! Not only is my perfect sandwich gone, it disintegrated before my eyes!

Winter: I don't give a-- Wait. Did you just say it disintegrated?

*BOOM!*

Dawn: Oops!

Winter: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?

Qibli: THE KIDS!

*The two rushed to the kids bedroom. They barged in, and saw a massive hole in the roof*

Winter: What the hell happened here!?

Dawn: Nothing!

Vanilla: Nothing but quality time with siblings.

Qibli: Is that so?

Dawn: Yeah.

Vanilla: Of course.

Armadillo: ...

Winter: You have something to say, Armie?

Armadillo: ...WE ACCIDENTALLY BLEW UP THE ROOF WITH A WEIRD METAL GLOVE--

Dawn: Dang it! Armadillo!

Vanilla: Traitor!

Armadillo: I'm sorry!

Winter: OK, where is this weird metal glove now?

*Armadillo turned around, and dragged something heavy from out of the bed. Winter and Qibli looked at it in shock*

Winter: Oh man, not that piece of shit again.

Qibli: What do we do with it?

Winter: Only one thing to do...

Later:

*in a dark stormy day, the family stood on a ledge, Winter holding the gauntlet over the edge*

Winter: Say goodbye to your dangerous toy, kids.

Vanilla: Goodbye, Murder Glove.

Winter: OK... *drops gauntlet*

*it fell the whole way, and the family was about to turn back, when--*

Clay: Hey! Is this your glove? It fell on my head!

Winter: What the-- Clay! What are you doing down there!?

Clay: I was hunting! You want your glove back?

Winter: Hell no! Throw it away!

Clay: Are you sure?...it looks really expensive!

Winter: Yes, I'm fucking sure! Get rid of that thing!

Clay: OK, I'll just sell it--

Winter: NO!

Clay: But, you told me to get rid of it!

Winter: Not like that! Bury it, or something!

Clay: But it will rust--

Winter: I DON'T FUCKING CARE!

Clay: Oh...OK.

Winter: Three moons...

Clay: Should I give it to the orphans?

Winter: OH, FOR GOD'S SAKE!