Lloyd shoved a pair of dark green sweatpants at his father, who stood in the middle of Lloyd's room, Rumi's underwear clinging precariously to his form.

"Dad," Lloyd said through gritted teeth, "Put these on. Now."

Garmadon, however, seemed more interested in inspecting the pair of green underwear Lloyd was holding in his other hand. They were emblazoned with a bold, yellow lightning bolt – a stark contrast to the flowery monstrosity currently adorning him.

"What's this, Lloyd?" Garmadon asked, his voice laced with a childish curiosity. "Some sort of... ninja underpants?"

Lloyd groaned. Explaining appropriate attire to his father, especially when it involved undergarments, was proving to be an exercise in futility.

"Just... put them on with the sweatpants," he sighed, his patience wearing thin.

Garmadon, however, seemed unfazed by his son's exasperation. He held up the lightning bolt underwear, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Hmm, green and yellow... those are your favorite colors, aren't they, Lloyd? Maybe you'd look smashing in these instead?"

He made a show of wiggling his hips, causing Lloyd's face to contort in disgust.

"Dad! No! Those are mine! And they most definitely don't come in your size!"

Garmadon's grin widened. "Nonsense! Underwear is one size fits all, wouldn't you say?"

"Dad, listen!" Lloyd forced himself to say, fixing his father with a determined glare. "Underwear is not a gift for a wedding. And especially not borrowed underwear, especially not borrowed lace underwear from my... girlfriend!"

Garmadon's face contorted in confusion. "Girlfriend? Rumi? What does that have to do with anything?"

Lloyd sighed, realizing the depths of his father's obliviousness. "Those are Rumi's underwear, Dad! You took them from my room!"

Garmadon's eyes widened in realization. A slow blush crept up his neck, turning his crimson skin a shade of embarrassed purple. He stammered, fumbling with the offending garment.

"Oh. Oh dear. Well, this is... awkward."

Lloyd couldn't help but crack a small smile. The sight of his usually imposing father reduced to a flustered mess was almost comical.

"Almost," he muttered.

Before Lloyd could retort, Garmadon lunged forward, a playful glint in his eyes. Lloyd, however, was quicker. He darted out of the way, narrowly avoiding his father's clumsy grasp.

"Alright, that's it!" Lloyd exclaimed, exasperated. He knew the only way to deal with his father's childish antics was to fight fire with fire. With a mischievous glint of his own, he grabbed a pair of Garmadon's signature red and black tights from his dresser.

"Here," he said, thrusting them towards his father. "How about these? They seem more your style."

Garmadon's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Red and black underpants? You wound me, Lloyd. I thought I raised you with a better sense of fashion!"

Despite himself, a small smile tugged at the corner of Lloyd's lips. He was starting to play his father's game, turning the situation into a (somewhat absurd) competition.

"Just put on some proper clothes, Dad," Lloyd pleaded, trying to maintain a serious tone.

Garmadon, chuckling, held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, you win this round, son. But next time, I'm picking the wedding outfit!"

With a sigh, Lloyd ushered his father towards a pile of clothes on the chair. The ordeal had been ridiculous, frustrating, and strangely... bonding. Despite the chaos his father brought with him, there was a glimmer of genuine connection beneath the surface.

Just then, a loud clatter came from the doorway. Both Lloyd and Garmadon turned to see Rumi peeking in, a mischievous grin plastered on her face.

"Need any help... undressing your father, Lloyd?" she asked, her voice dripping with mock seriousness.

Lloyd's face turned scarlet. "Rumi! It's not what it looks like!"

Garmadon, however, seemed to find the entire situation hilarious. He threw his head back and let out a booming laugh, the sound echoing through the room.

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Garmadon's hand hovered over the doorknob, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. "Hold that thought, Rumi!" he called out, a touch too loudly. Turning back to Lloyd, he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Now, about that wedding..." He gestured dramatically towards a gift bag perched precariously on the dresser. "I couldn't just show up empty-handed, could I?"

Lloyd eyed the bag with a growing sense of dread. He knew, with a sinking feeling in his stomach, that whatever was inside wouldn't be... traditional.

"Dad, please," he pleaded, a premonition of what was to come washing over him.

Ignoring his pleas, Garmadon ripped the bag open with a flourish, revealing a garishly colored outfit. He held it up with a proud grin, his eyes twinkling with questionable fashion sense.

"Behold!" he declared. "The perfect wedding ensemble for the Green Ninja!"

Lloyd's jaw dropped. The outfit consisted of a bright green jacket, the kind that screamed "bargain bin," coupled with a shocking pink tie that seemed to pulsate with neon energy. But the pièce de résistance, the item that truly made Lloyd want to crawl under the bed and die, was the shirt. It wasn't just any shirt. It was a monstrosity adorned with a giant, cartoonish picture of a toilet. A. Toilet. Shirt.

"Dad..." Lloyd managed to croak, his voice laced with despair.

Garmadon, oblivious to his son's horror, beamed with pride. "See? Unique, eye-catching, with a touch of... humor! Rumi would be green with envy... well, maybe not literally green, with your powers and all, but you get the idea!"

Lloyd stared at the monstrosity, his mouth agape. This was worse, far worse, than the frilly underwear incident. He could feel a vein throbbing in his temple, threatening to explode.

"Dad," he finally managed to say, his voice dangerously low. "This... this is a crime against fashion. A violation of good taste. Where did you even find this... thing?"

" It was on sale."

Lloyd sank onto the bed, burying his face in a pillow. This was worse than the underwear incident. This was a whole new level of sartorial disaster.

Then, he got another bag.

"I selected this wedding ensemble for Rumi and her... special someone!" Garmadon annunced.

Lloyd's jaw dropped. The first item he saw was a pair of ridiculously fancy men's shoes, polished to a blinding shine. Next came a flowing white gown, seemingly elegant at first glance. However, upon closer inspection, Lloyd spotted a horrifying detail – the gown was covered in... poop emojis. Dozens of them, scattered in a haphazard pattern across the fabric.

"Dad!" Lloyd sputtered, his voice laced with a mixture of horror and disbelief. "My girlfriend is not going to get married in that! And those shoes... who are they even for?"

Garmadon, oblivious to his son's distress, beamed with pride. "See? Unique, memorable, with a touch of... playfulness! Rumi will be speechless... well, maybe not literally speechless, but you get the idea!"

Lloyd sank onto the bed, burying his face in a pillow. This was worse than the underwear incident. This was a whole new level of sartorial disaster.

Just then, the insistent knocking on the door resumed. Lloyd shot his father a desperate look.

With a dramatic flourish, Garmadon opened the door, revealing Nya and the other ninjas standing outside, their expressions a mix of amusement and barely contained laughter. Lloyd, his face buried in the pillow, braced himself for the inevitable wave of mockery. However, the laughter never came. Instead, Nya spoke, her voice laced with urgency.

"Lloyd, we have bigger problems. A wedding guy just came in, asking for you and... Garmadon?"

Garmadon's booming "Oh, yes!" echoed through the room, sending shivers down Lloyd's spine. He could only imagine the horrors that awaited them. He peeked out from behind the pillow, bracing himself for the worst.

Garmadon ran out and returned seconds later with a bag. A very fat bag.

Garmadon puffed out his chest, a proud grin plastered on his face. "Excellent! Seems Rumi has everything under control. Now, where were we, Lloyd? Ah yes, Kai and Jay's wedding attire!" He reached back into the gift bag, his hand emerging with two... garments.

Lloyd could have sworn the air crackled with a sense of impending doom. Even Garmadon seemed to hesitate for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then, with a flourish, he held them up for all to see.

A collective gasp escaped the ninjas' lips. Even Jay, the resident jokester, seemed speechless. Garmadon, however, remained blissfully oblivious.

The "wedding attire" consisted of two... dresses. They weren't just any dresses, mind you. They were short, frilly, and a shocking shade of pink. Worse yet, they were sleeveless and... backless. 

The pièce de résistance, however, wasn't the dresses themselves. It was the accessories. Each dress was paired with a pair of white, high-heeled shoes. Heels that towered precariously over a foot tall, with platforms that seemed designed to break ankles and defy the laws of physics.

Jay and Kai, the unfortunate recipients of this sartorial nightmare, stared at the dresses with a mixture of horror and disbelief. Kai's face had turned the same shade as the dresses, while Jay resembled a fish out of water, his mouth agape in a silent scream.

"See, boys?" Garmadon boomed, completely missing the horrified looks on their faces. "Now that's what I call wedding spirit! A little unconventional, perhaps, but guaranteed to make a statement!"

Lloyd groaned, burying his face back into the pillow. This was worse than the toilet shirt. This was worse than the underwear incident. This was a sartorial apocalypse.

Nya, finally regaining her composure, stepped forward. "Lord Garmadon," she began, her voice dripping with forced politeness, "with all due respect, these... dresses... are not exactly what Jay and Kai had in mind for the wedding."

Garmadon, oblivious to the chaos he'd created, boomed with laughter. "Nonsense! These dresses are perfect! A touch of femininity, a dash of daring... why, the ladies will be swooning!"

Kai, his face still the color of his impending humiliation, stammered, "But Garmadon, we can't wear these! We're supposed to be flower boys!"

Jay, ever the optimist, piped up, "Maybe there's been a misunderstanding," he offered, his voice strained. "Perhaps these are for... uh... other wedding attendants? Like... the bridesmaids?"

Garmadon's brow furrowed in concentration. He considered this for a moment, then shook his head with a decisive grunt. "Negative, my green friends. These are definitely for the flower... boys. Rumi specifically requested it." He winked, completely missing the horrified looks on their faces.

Lloyd, exasperated, threw his hands up in defeat. "Dad! Rumi doesn't even know about the wedding! And these... garments... are a disaster!"

Just then, a mischievous glint sparked in Garmadon's eyes. He held up the dresses, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, well. Looks like we have some resistance here. But fear not, for Lord Garmadon has a solution!"

Before anyone could react, Garmadon lunged forward, thrusting a dress into Jay's hands and the other into Kai's. With surprising agility for a man his size, he then proceeded to herd them both towards the bathroom, his booming laughter echoing through the room.

"Come on now, boys! Time to get dolled up for the wedding! Let's see those smiles!"

Kai sputtered in protest, but Garmadon was having none of it. He shoved Kai through the bathroom door and slammed it shut. Jay, resigned to his fate, offered a weak, "Wait, Garmadon—" before the door shut him in as well.

A tense silence descended upon the room. Lloyd and Nya exchanged a look, a mix of amusement and concern etched on their faces. Then, from behind the bathroom door, a muffled voice – unmistakably Jay's – piped up.

"Hey, this dress is actually kind of... comfy?"

The silence shattered. Nya burst into laughter, tears welling up in her eyes. Even Lloyd cracked a smile, the weight of the situation momentarily lifted.

"Oh, Jay," he muttered, shaking his head. "Only you could find the positive in a pink, frilly nightmare."

From behind the door, Kai's muffled voice chimed in, laced with a hint of resignation. "Yeah, thanks a lot, buddy. Now we're both stuck in here playing dress-up with the Dark Lord."

A few moments later, the bathroom door creaked open, revealing a sight that would forever be etched in the memories of those present. Jay and Kai emerged, blinking awkwardly in the light. Gone were their usual ninja garb, replaced by the monstrosity that was Garmadon's "wedding attire."

The dresses clung to their frames in an unflattering way, the bright pink clashing horribly with their skin tones. The high heels, precariously balanced on their feet, made them wobble with each step. But the true horror lay above the neck.

Garmadon, in his infinite – and misguided – wisdom, had decided their look needed a finishing touch. He'd grabbed ahold of their hair, and with a muttered incantation, had caused it to grow at an alarming rate. It sprouted to their feet, defying gravity and forming a tangled mess around their heads. Garmadon, ever the "stylist," then proceeded to mold it into a series of stiff spikes, making them resemble deranged, neon-pink spiders.

Garmadon, oblivious to the sheer ridiculousness of it all, beamed with pride. "Oh yes! They look marvelous! A touch of whimsy, a hint of... danger! Rumi will be smitten!"

Jay, his voice strained with a mixture of disbelief and discomfort, squeaked, "What?! Garmadon, we look like exploded poodles!"

As if to punctuate his statement, Jay wobbled precariously on his high heels, nearly toppling over. Kai, his expression a mask of stoic suffering, glared at his spiky reflection in the doorway.

Nya, doubled over with laughter, pointed at them, tears streaming down her face. "Oh, I can't... I just can't..."

Even Lloyd, usually stoic, couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter. The sight of his normally confident friends transformed into these... flamboyant disasters was too much to bear.

Garmadon, however, remained blissfully unaware of the chaos he'd created. He puffed out his chest, a triumphant grin plastered on his face.

"See, Lloyd? I told you it would all work out! Now, shall we go and surprise Rumi with our... unconventional wedding party?"

Just then, a loud rapping sound came from the front window. Cole, his face etched with concern, peered through the glass.

"There you guys are!" he exclaimed. "We've got big news about Mia and Nelson!"

The room fell silent. The laughter died down, replaced by a sense of dawning realization. The wedding fiasco, the sartorial nightmare – it all paled in comparison to the unknown fate of their missing friends.

With a sigh, Lloyd turned to his father, his voice laced with exasperation. "Dad, later. Right now, we need to figure out what happened to Mia and Nelson."

Garmadon, finally catching on to the shift in mood, sheepishly scratched the back of his head. The bluster faded from his face, replaced by a flicker of concern.

"Right," he mumbled. "Of course. Mia and Nelson. More important matters."

With a heavy heart, Lloyd turned towards the window, the image of his friends in their ridiculous pink dresses fading into the background. The mystery of Mia and Nelson's disappearance demanded their attention. For now, the wedding – and Garmadon's questionable fashion sense – would have to wait.