YIPPIEEEEEEEEEEEE! 50 CHAPTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

.......And so, with a collective sigh and a shared look of "what have we gotten ourselves into this time?", the ninja team readied themselves for their most bizarre rescue mission yet. After all, a little interdimensional gluteal therapy was a small price to pay for getting their friends – and their dignity – back.

Cole groaned as he toppled over from his bed. He just had the worst ( and maybe the strangest) dream ever.

It seemed, though, that all the ninja had that spesific dream. Because everytime they moved, they tried their level best not to shake their rumps.

Cole winced as he sat down at the breakfast table, the chair seeming a little less forgiving than usual.

"Morning," he mumbled, pouring himself a mug of steaming coffee. It felt colder than usual, but maybe that was just him.

The other ninja trickled in, each with a similar hesitant gait and a haunted look in their eyes. Kai lowered himself gingerly onto a chair, wincing as it met his posterior. Nya, ever the optimist, forced a smile.

"Rough night, Cole?" Kai asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The roughest," Cole mumbled, gingerly reaching for a piece of toast. "I swear, my butt feels like it's been pummeled by a squadron of pixies wielding tiny hammers."

A choked snort escaped Nya, who quickly buried her face in her cereal bowl. Jay, however, burst into laughter.

"Pixie hammers? That's amazing, Cole! Mine felt like it was being... stretched? Like taffy?"

A hesitant chorus of murmurs rose around the table. Zane, ever the logical one, spoke up.

"It seems we all experienced similar... discomfort during the night."

Lloyd, who had been unusually quiet, piped up. "Yeah, I dreamt about... well..." he trailed off, his cheeks flushing a faint pink.

The others stared at him expectantly. He mumbled something unintelligible, then cleared his throat and said in a rush, "Moving on! Breakfast!"

"Well," she chirped, her voice a tad strained, "lovely morning, everyone! Pancakes?"

Breakfast was a silent affair, the only sound the clinking of utensils and the nervous coughs that punctuated the tension. Finally, Cole, unable to bear the unspoken question any longer, spoke up.

"Alright," he said, his voice raspy from disuse, "who else dreamt... about..." he trailed off, gesturing vaguely towards his backside and the picture of Mia.

A chorus of mumbled affirmations filled the air. Jay, who had been staring intently at his cereal, mumbled something about "interdimensional spankings." Zane, ever the literal one, rattled off a list of anatomical terms that made everyone cringe. Lloyd, his face flushed crimson, spoke up hesitantly.

"I... I had a dream where we had to rescue the girls from some... uh... dimension where everyone..." he stammered, unable to finish the sentence.

Cole stared at Lloyd, his eyes widening in realization. "Wait," he said slowly, "was it... sparkly... outfits... and... gluteal massages?"

Lloyd's blush deepened. "Uh... yeah. Something like that."

A stunned silence filled the room, broken only by Nya's snort of laughter. The tension slowly gave way to reluctant amusement. They all shared fragments of their bizarre dreams – the shimmering portal, the strange greetings, and the excruciating therapy session they had endured.

"So," Kai finally said, wiping a tear from his eye (whether from laughter or the memory of the massage was anyone's guess), "does this mean we actually have to go on a... gluteal therapy rescue mission?"

The room went silent again. Cole, for once, had no witty quip. Lloyd looked at his team, his face a mask of apprehension. They had faced countless dangers before, but an interdimensional rescue mission involving... well, the things they dreamt about... made even the bravest ninja hesitate.

"Well," Nya said, a determined glint in her eyes, "if that's the reality of our dreams, then we have no choice, do we?"

" But, it was Iz and Mia. Not us." Cole stated.

"Wait, what?" Jay interjected, his cereal forgotten. "It wasn't us? Then who..."

Suddenly, the bedroom door behind them creaked open. Lloyd froze, his face turning the color of his green gi. In the doorway stood Garmadon and Rumi, both looking slightly flustered.

Rumi, usually the picture of composure, coughed into her fist, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Garmadon, however, seemed completely oblivious, striding into the room with a regal air that was completely undermined by the sight of him adorned in a frilly, pink dress.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the choked sounds of laughter escaping Kai's lips. Everyone else stared, mouths agape, at their Lord Garmadon sporting a garment that looked more suited to a flamboyant pop star than the ruler of Ninjago's underworld.

Garmadon, finally noticing the stunned silence, looked around the room. 

"What?" he boomed, his voice laced with confusion. "What's wrong with this getup? It's comfortable and stylish!"

Rumi finally burst into laughter, the sound warm and genuine. "Stylish? Garmadon, that dress is... well, it's certainly something."

Garmadon frowned. He looked back at Rumi, then at Lloyd, whose face was a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

"Alright, alright," Garmadon grumbled, puffing out his chest in a show of bravado. "Perhaps the interdimensional spa treatment went a little too far. But hey, at least I look fabulous while doing it."

This only sent another wave of laughter rolling through the room. Even Cole, who moments ago had been grumbling about a dream that wasn't even theirs, found himself chuckling.

"Alright," Nya declared, wiping a tear from her eye. "Looks like we have another mystery to solve. Time to figure out what happened to Iz and Mia and... well, maybe get Garmadon out of that dress."

Garmadon, however, crossed his arms defiantly. "Nonsense! This dress is staying on. Besides, who knows? Maybe it'll be the new villain trend."

Rumi shook her head, a smile still playing on her lips. "Somehow, Garmadon, I doubt it."

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" Okay, I take it back. It totally is a new trend!" Lloyd gaped, staring at everyone in sight. They all had the same dress, and they were wearing it the same way Garmadon was.

" Of course they are! It was on sale!"

"So," Zane said, his voice monotone but laced with concern, "it seems our dreams were not just dreams."

Before anyone could respond, a frantic knocking echoed through the monastery. The sound sent shivers down their spines. Who could be here at this ungodly hour, and why were they so insistent?

Cole, ever the brave one (despite his current attire), marched to the door and flung it open. There, standing in the moonlight, stood a lone figure – Vania, her usually calm demeanor replaced by a fierce warrior's determination.

She was clad in her old dress she used to wear before the whole ' queen' thing , her blue eyes blazing with fury. In her hand, she gripped a gleaming sword, its tip pointed at a hulking stone warrior that stood frozen in the courtyard.

The stone warrior, easily twice the size of Vania, was a fearsome sight. Its chiseled features were contorted in a snarl, and its stony fists were clenched into deadly weapons. It seemed to be mid-attack, its movement halted by Vania's intervention.

"You almost killed him," Vania spat, her voice icy. "Now prepare to be killed yourself!"

Kai, unable to contain himself, burst out laughing. "No wonder you two fit together," he exclaimed, gesturing between Vania and Cole. "Both love a good fight to protect someone you love!"

Cole, however, remained silent. His gaze darted from Vania to the stone warrior, then back to his frilly pink dress. "But... I haven't seen her since..." he mumbled, his voice trailing off.

Before he could finish his thought, the stone warrior roared back to life. With a deafening crash, it lunged towards Vania, its giant stone fist aimed at crushing her.

Vania, though, was underrated. She easily slipped through its feet and to his back.

" Hey, big thing! You missed me!" She taunted.

" Vania!" Cole cried.

Vania's face snapped to him.

" What are you doing?! You're supposed to be-"

" Forget me! What about you?"

Vania smiled.

" Did you forget, in your injuries, that I stood up to my own father and helped you guys free the munce and geckles?" She asked, hitting the warrior's face without taking her eyes off Cole.

" Well... no." Cole admitted. " I didn't."

"I... I just," he stammered, fumbling for words. "It's good to see you.Again.  And... thanks for saving that hunk of granite from becoming a living statue."

Vania scoffed, but a hint of amusement flickered in her eyes. "Don't mention it. Besides," she added with a playful jab at him, "it wouldn't be the first time I've saved your rocky hide this week, would it?"

Cole chuckled sheepishly. "No, I guess not."

Meanwhile, the stone warrior, enraged by Vania's taunts, spun around, its massive body shaking the ground. It lumbered after her, its stone fists flailing wildly in the air.

Vania, nimble and quick on her feet, danced around the hulking creature, dodging its attacks with practiced ease. She used her agility and knowledge of pressure points to her advantage, landing precise hits on the stone warrior's joints, causing it to stumble and groan.

"See, big guy," Vania called out, her voice ringing with confidence, "a little brains goes a long way!"

Lloyd, watching the fight unfold, couldn't help but be impressed. Vania, adorned in her usual regal attire, would have been a formidable opponent. But, knowing Cole would not want anyone to fight his girlfriend, he decided not to even bring the topic up.

" So... what are we doin' on the sidelines for? Let's help!" Lloyd cried, taking his sword out of his back pouch. 

 ( I don't know what it's called. Maybe a sling? IDK).

" Yeah! No one messes with my girl!" Cole agreed, taking his scythe out of its sling.

Jay smiled teasingly, taking his nun chucks out.

" Remember the last time I said that?" He asked, running towards the beast.

" Yeah. But, now's not a great time for- woah!" Cole started, sliding under a large hand attempting to grab him.

" Memories!" Lloyd finished, his katana cutting through the beast's leg.

The beast groaned at first, then lunged down to capture Lloyd.

" Oh, no, you don't!" Zane called, throwing his shuriken to its hands. The shuriken, spinning wildly, immediately froze the beast's arm, and went back in Zane's direction like a boomerang. Zane caught his shuriken with practiced ease, and smiled contently at the beast.

" And that's why," He said. " You never mess with any of our girlfriends."