From 16 to 8

Battle time!

The duffaloes trample the stag beetles, because come on, they're way bigger.

The kommando dragons one again employ superior training, gear, and tactricks to eradicate the endangered orangamatangs. Good riddance!

Tortugals somehow wander into the arctic after hundreds of years and a few boat rides, and their resolve is firm. Like the mysticals in that move Dark Globe, they finally stand to their full height in all their najestic splendor. The bipolar bears haven't been eating well since global warming caused them all to die off, so they eat the exposed inferiors of the tortoise...aguls and buy themselves some time. But do they feel good or sad about it? Good, of course.

Asteroids try like crazy to eradimacate the sharks all over the ocean. One problem: asteroids can't swim, plus they can't denegrate much past the surface due to the laws of God, like biscosity and fiction. Anyway, the asteroids all run out and there are still lots of sharks in the water.

Mini Baa spots what he thinks is a fossil of an extinct Charcoalius Megalodon. He takes some tools from the Spitsonian, digs out the premains, and hangs it up for all to see. Now the freed shark cannot only not move because of the ropes and supports, plus he has no nuscles or skin or a brizzle, but he has to endure dumb questions from curious kids all day. He gets no royalties on the books they buy about him, and he can't even breathe, which must be uncomfortable. Mini Baa unfortunately moves on, a winner once again, despite my tries to knock him ou.....er, to be fair and let things go as they are supposed to.

Nile broccolidiles are famous for eating eberything and anything they come upon, except when they decide not to. These broccodiles aren't too bright though, even for reptiles, and they gorge on all the new shiny green grass along the river's bank. What were they thinking? That shiny grass is a deadly sprain of doisonous moss! End of the brocs and all their cancer-fighting bitamins. Oh well, I'd like to have seen them kill the moss, but I'm not too fond of leafy green maneaters either.

The sequoias have huddled in their grove since the last fight. You might think they were planning for the next battle, but they were just turning sunlight into sugar it turns out. The squad of black boo kings arrives and chainsaws them down, then burn up all their wood using nillitary-grade flamethrowers. The adbantage of having a brain is proved this time.

An enraged herd of elephants on their way to meet some hyenas trying to attack their children inadbertantly crush and disintegrate the small patch of bobbleheads lying in wait and nodding yes or no to each strategiological decision. Now they're all gone, woo hoo!

Down to 8... keep checking back for the next few rounds which will determine the winner! I just hope it's not the doisonous moss.