" GARMADON IS DOING WHAT?!" Jay shrieked, eyes wide with disbelief.

" I told you! He's at the spa, getting a full-on makeover!" Lloyd groaned, throwing his hands up in frustration. "You have to help us! I don't know how much more I can take."

" Why are you even calling us for this?" Cole asked, glancing up from his snack. "You and Wu should be able to handle it."

Lloyd’s face fell into his hands. "We tried handling it! Wu tried talking some sense into him, but all Garmadon did was suggest he get a mani-pedi too!"

" A mani-pedi?!" Zane said, looking horrified. "This is not the behavior of a warlord! He’s... lost it."

Mia, who had been quiet until now, glanced at the others. "I think I get it now. It’s not just a spa day... it’s a crisis."

Jay raised his arms. "And we’re all stuck in the middle of it! Do you know what it’s like to see your dad talking about face masks like it’s the most important thing in the world?!"

" We tried everything to get him out of there," Lloyd muttered, his voice low. "We told him it was a waste of time. We told him it was embarrassing. But nooo, now he’s acting like a teenager with his first sleepover!"

"We need to stop this before it gets any worse," Cole said, cracking his knuckles. "This is beyond what we can handle on our own."

Master Wu, having finally left the spa in defeat, sighed as he entered the room. "I've tried reasoning with him... but the man is beyond saving."

" This is worse than I thought," Zane said, shaking his head. "I never expected Garmadon to fall so far."

"Alright," Jay said, clapping his hands together. "Operation ‘Stop the Diva Dad’ is a go."

The group began planning, figuring out the best way to undo the chaos Garmadon had caused. It wasn’t going to be easy, but if anyone could do it, it was them.

Wu paced back and forth. "I’ll go back and try talking to him again. Perhaps I can reason with him if he’s not too deep into his ‘spa trance’."

The others exchanged looks, all clearly doubtful. "Good luck with that, Wu," Mia said, her arms crossed. "We’ll be here if it goes south."

Master Wu left the room with a sigh, determined to do what needed to be done.

Meanwhile, back at the spa, things had escalated even further. Garmadon was now lounging with a hot stone facial mask on, sipping tea like it was the most relaxing moment of his life. His hair was freshly done in curls, and the nail polish was glinting in the light.

He looked up at Master Wu as he entered. "Wu, darling! You’ve come to join me? You must try the mud bath! It’s simply divine for the skin, and it pairs wonderfully with the cucumber-infused tea!"

Wu stared at him, his patience thinning. "Garmadon… you are a warlord, not a beauty queen! Get out of here. Now."

Garmadon pouted. "Oh, don’t be such a spoil sport, Wu! It’s only a bit of fun. You should loosen up!"

Wu shook his head, but before he could respond, Garmadon stood dramatically, letting his robe slip off one shoulder.

"Are you certain, Wu? Are you sure you don’t want to experience the transformation?" Garmadon purred, a smirk on his face.

Master Wu looked like he might explode. "That's it!"

Meanwhile, back in the room with Lloyd and the others, they heard the unmistakable sound of yelling from the spa.

"Well," Cole said dryly, "looks like that didn’t work."

Mia sighed, "What now?"

"I think it’s time for Plan B," Lloyd muttered, shaking his head. "And I really, really don’t want to know what that involves."

But at this point, they had no choice. Garmadon was lost in his own spa-induced world, and the only thing left to do was figure out how to get him back to reality... without causing the world to implode in the process.

The group huddled together in a desperate meeting, their faces drawn with worry. They had to act fast—there was no telling how far Garmadon would go in his current state. They all turned to Lloyd, the one who knew his father the best.

"Alright," Lloyd began, rubbing his temples. "I have an idea. It's risky, but... it's the only way we might break him out of this."

Jay raised an eyebrow. "What's the plan? Are we getting him a superhero cape or something?"

Lloyd shook his head. "No. It's time to give him what he really wants."

"What’s that?" Cole asked cautiously, unsure of where this was going.

"An emo phase," Lloyd replied, his voice low. "If we can push him into an all-out emo meltdown, maybe he’ll snap out of this makeover madness."

Mia blinked, eyes wide. "An emo meltdown? Is that even possible?"

"With Garmadon?" Lloyd said, a little smile creeping onto his face. "Absolutely."

And so, with their plan in motion, they set off toward the spa, knowing full well they might be walking into another disaster.

Back at the spa, Garmadon was lounging on a chair with his legs crossed, wearing a black silk robe that clashed completely with his new, extravagant makeover. His hair was now dyed jet-black, styled in wild spikes, and his red lipstick was as bold as ever. He was sipping from a glass of iced tea with a small umbrella, looking utterly absorbed in his self-imposed transformation.

But when Lloyd and the others arrived, they knew it was time.

"Alright, Garmadon," Lloyd called, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "You think you're so cool with your new look? Ready to really embrace your inner darkness?"

Garmadon looked up at him with a smirk. "What do you mean by that, son?"

Lloyd stepped forward, a dramatic look in his eyes. "You think you're all high and mighty now? Maybe it’s time to go deeper—embrace the chaos inside you."

Garmadon raised an eyebrow. "Deeper? Chaos? I like what I’ve done so far. I’m starting a whole new era, Lloyd! I’m basically a walking art form now!"

But before Garmadon could say more, Lloyd snapped his fingers. "You want real change, Dad? You need to leave behind the spa treatments and the pretty clothes. Let’s get you a new look. A real emo look."

The others all exchanged uncertain glances, but Lloyd's determination was clear. "We’re gonna embrace the dark side, and I’m not talking about your usual ‘warlord’ darkness," he said with a smirk. "I’m talking about brooding in dark corners, writing angst-y poetry, and listening to sad music that’s all about the world being unfair."

Garmadon looked intrigued. "Angst-y poetry, you say? I have been feeling quite deep lately, perhaps this new direction could be..."

"Perfect for you?" Lloyd interrupted, grinning. "Exactly."

In no time, they had him locked in a black hoodie, skinny jeans, and dark sunglasses. He was given a guitar (which he absolutely did not know how to play), a notebook full of "dark" poetry written by Lloyd (who was clearly way too good at this), and they even added a few chains for extra effect. Garmadon stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes widening.

"Wow. I look... dark. And mysterious. Like I could be a character in one of those... tragic movies," he said, his voice dripping with melodrama.

Jay, who was trying not to laugh, gave him a thumbs-up. "Yeah! You look like you belong in a really sad music video."

Garmadon struck a dramatic pose. "I am the darkness, the storm, the end of all things!" He ran his fingers dramatically through his black hair. "I feel... powerful, like a villain in a movie. Yes, I’m the misunderstood anti-hero!"

Lloyd rubbed his forehead in exhaustion. "This is not what I was expecting..."

But then something happened. The shift. It was subtle at first, but as Garmadon stood there, brooding like the emo character he thought he was, something changed. His posture slumped, his voice became softer, and his once energetic vibe began to sink into melancholy.

"Maybe life is too complicated," Garmadon muttered, glancing down at his hands. "Maybe I’m just... lost. Maybe I’ll never find my way out of this. I’m a tortured soul, destined to wander forever in darkness."

Lloyd winced, realizing they might have pushed a little too far. "Dad… maybe we should ease up on the whole ‘emo’ thing?"

But it was too late.

Garmadon was now fully immersed in his new persona. He plopped down on a bean bag chair and began writing furiously in his notebook. "The world does not understand me," he wrote. "I am like a storm that no one can see coming, my emotions chaotic, my soul torn between light and darkness…"

Lloyd rubbed his temples. "This is... worse than before."

Jay looked at the others. "Is it too late to try the spa again?"

And so, with Garmadon embracing his new, deeply emo side, the group was left with no choice but to try to drag him back to reality—one very dramatic step at a time.

After the emo disaster, Lloyd sat down with his friends, his head resting on his hands. "Okay, that didn’t work. What else can we try to snap him out of this?"

"Maybe we need to change his perspective," Jay suggested, glancing over at the others. "I mean, you know what they say: a change of scenery can do wonders."

"True," said Cole, nodding. "But what kind of change are we talking about? Like a vacation? A new hobby?"

Lloyd looked up, an idea slowly forming in his mind. "What if we... change his attitude completely?"

The others stared at him, confused. "What do you mean?" Mia asked.

Lloyd grinned mischievously. "What if we... make him British?"

The room went silent.

"British?" Cole repeated, looking like he'd just been hit with a strange wave of confusion. "You want to make him... British?"

"Yeah! Think about it! He’ll go from all this melodrama and chaos to... well, a posh, tea-drinking, polite gentleman. Maybe that’ll snap him out of his teenage rebel phase!"

"Right," Mia said, raising an eyebrow. "Because nothing says ‘return to normal’ like making him sound like he belongs in a Shakespeare play."

Jay chuckled, a mischievous smile forming on his face. "Alright, alright. I’m in. This has disaster written all over it. Let’s go for it!"

Later that afternoon, the group assembled outside the local costume shop. Lloyd, Jay, and Cole had spent the last half hour gathering all the British-themed items they could find. They had bowler hats, monocles, suspenders, and of course, a full collection of fancy British teas.

"Alright," Lloyd said, looking down at the ensemble. "Let’s do this."

When they entered the room, Garmadon was sitting in the same spot, still brooding in his "emo" phase, tapping his foot and muttering to himself. The group exchanged looks.

"Right," Lloyd began in his best British accent, "Time to turn this around, old chap."

Garmadon glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "What do you want, Lloyd? Can't you see I’m in the middle of... mournfully reflecting?"

"No, no, no," Lloyd replied, shaking his head. "We need to take you to the next level. You don’t need to wallow in angst, you need to be—ahem—a proper gentleman."

Before Garmadon could protest, Jay shoved a bowler hat onto his head, followed by a monocle that rested on his left eye.

"Perfect," Jay grinned, clapping his hands together. "Now you're really giving off the vibe."

"What is this madness?!" Garmadon exclaimed, standing up and adjusting the monocle in irritation. "You’ve turned me into a fool! A fool in a bowler hat!"

"That’s the spirit!" Cole said with an exaggerated thumbs-up. "Now, speak in an English accent, and let’s get you started with the tea."

"No," Garmadon groaned. "This is preposterous. I’m not going to pretend to be some... posh aristocrat!" He waved his hands dramatically. "I am Garmadon! Master of darkness! Not some tea-sipping peasant!"

Lloyd leaned in, his expression turning serious. "Trust me, Dad. You need this. Just give it a try. Be British for a day—you might just find some balance."

Garmadon sighed dramatically, but the group persisted. Soon, they had him dressed in a tailored suit, complete with suspenders and a cravat. Garmadon stared at himself in the mirror, his face twisted with frustration.

"This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever—"

"Tea time!" Jay cheered, holding out a steaming pot of the finest British tea.

Garmadon glared at the cup, his lips curling. "Do you honestly expect me to drink... tea?"

"Absolutely," Lloyd said, giving him an encouraging nudge. "It’s part of the experience."

"Well, fine," Garmadon muttered, lifting the cup reluctantly. "But this is only because you lot insist on turning me into some ridiculous caricature."

As Garmadon took a delicate sip of the tea, he made a face. "This is dreadful! What is this? A cherry blossom flavor? Disgusting!"

"You’re supposed to sip, not gulp," Lloyd corrected, smiling at his father's refusal to embrace the act.

"Right, fine," Garmadon said with a sigh. "But I am not a fan of this. I will never become one of those... polite wimps."

However, as time went on, the group saw something unexpected. Garmadon started to... soften. He had a new, refined air about him, talking about proper dinner etiquette, commenting on how amazing British fashion was, and even asking Lloyd if they could go shopping for "more refined shoes."

This was a disaster... but not the kind they were hoping for.

"Wait," Cole said, eyeing Garmadon closely. "Are we losing him to British culture?"

Lloyd grimaced. "This is worse than the emo phase! We can’t have him turning into some... tea-obsessed gentleman!"

"Help me, Master Wu!" Lloyd groaned. "My father is too British now!"

But it was already too late. Garmadon was now getting completely into the role—an endless sea of polite "excuse me's" and "I say, old chap" flooded the room.

Lloyd’s voice cracked. "This was definitely the worst idea ever."

Mia sat back in her chair, watching the chaos unfold with a gleam in her eyes. The British accents. The suits. The tea. It was all so delightfully amusing to her. Sure, Garmadon was slipping into his new identity as a posh British aristocrat, but Mia? Mia was thriving in this new environment.

"Honestly, Jay," Mia said, holding her tea with a proper pinky raised, "those shoes. I can't. They're practically from the bottom of the bargain bin!"

Jay blinked, looking down at his old, well-worn shoes. "Hey, they're comfortable, alright?"

Mia waved her hand dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Comfortable? Darling, we must aim higher! Look at Kai's boots!" She turned to her brother-in-law with an exaggerated look of judgment. "Kai, those boots are practically begging for a makeover. They’re tragic, darling."

Kai, who had been trying his best to just blend into the background, stiffened. "What do you mean ‘tragic’?" he muttered, his pride clearly stung.

Mia leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized his boots. "Look at them! I swear, a mouse would be embarrassed to wear them! How do you even walk in those? They're so last season."

Kai’s jaw tightened. "I didn't know we were all fashion experts now," he grumbled.

Mia’s grin widened. "Oh, sweetheart. If you want to survive in the world of class, you'll need more than just the basics. You need finesse. Elegance. Style."

She then turned her gaze toward Cole, who had been silently watching, trying not to get caught in the crossfire. "Cole, darling," she said, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. "When’s the last time you washed that jacket? It looks like you’ve been rolling in mud, darling."

Cole frowned. "Mia, it’s just a jacket—"

"No," she interjected, holding up a finger, "that’s the problem! It’s not just a jacket! It’s a fashion disaster waiting to happen!" She tossed her head back and laughed. "Honestly, you all need me, don’t you? So much!"

Meanwhile, Jay, who had been cringing at his sister’s antics, leaned toward Lloyd with an apologetic smile. "Hey, man, sorry about this. Mia gets a bit... carried away when she starts with the whole ‘posh’ thing."

Lloyd, still adjusting to the fact that his father had turned into a British stereotype, didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "I don’t know whether to be impressed or horrified by her. She’s a force when it comes to fashion... or judgment... or whatever this is."

Mia flashed them a cheeky smile, clearly pleased with herself. She was enjoying this far too much. "Oh, and don’t even get me started on the state of your fashion sense, Jay. Look at you, darling. You look like you’ve just come off a fishing trip." She gave him a once-over, clearly unimpressed. "I suppose that’s one way to show the world you’re too busy for style, but trust me, there’s a better way to do it."

Jay opened his mouth to protest, but was immediately cut off by Mia, who waved her hand in his face. "No, no, no. Don’t try to explain, Jay. You’re simply a disaster."

She took another sip of her tea, delighting in the reactions she was getting. It was all just too easy. No one could stand against her style.

And in that moment, as Garmadon tried to sip his tea in an entirely too refined manner, Mia felt an odd sense of satisfaction.

This was her domain now. The British way.

"Mia, you know this is getting out of hand, right?" Jay muttered, glancing over at her, both annoyed and entertained at the same time. "You're literally degrading everyone. And I'm not sure it's even funny anymore."

"Funny?" Mia smirked. "Oh, darling, I’m deadly serious. If you want to even remotely keep up with the elite... well, you’ve got some serious work to do."

She took another sip of her tea, savoring the moment. Everyone, even the great Garmadon, was now tangled in her web.

And Mia was going to enjoy every second of it.