Iximas ducked under the hanging crocodile pit, smiling grimly. The last obstacle had been cleared.

Before her stood the legendary Fountain of Urple, streaming eye-searing bows from its depths.

Iximaz was perched on the rim of the Fountain, clothed (if you could call it that) in urple ribbons. She delicately plucked a ribbon from the Fountain and considered it for a moment before tossing it aside.

Iximax surfaced in the writhing urple pool and waved at Iximas, raising a finger to her lips.

It was too late, though. Iximaz's head turned to face them. "I've been expecting you," she whispered breathily. "I seem to have been helplessly ensnared in utter urpleness; what hero here shall deliver me?"

The mini-Boarders winced and walked towards her.

"Delightful, excellent minis," Iximaz murmured. "Oh, dear. I think my words appear to be taking on a certain repetitive redundancy, I suppose. It seems that the only solution will be for you two to pull and rip these urple ribbons off of me..."

Iximas and Iximax exchanged hopeful glances. Even minis had to have fun sometimes, right?