Even though it is cold, we dress warm and are happy it's Dyngus Day

We also prepare for the annual beating that is Royal Croquet.

We seem to be a bit fearful so let's mill about some more

Well, I am the King.

Well, I think it breaks a bit to the left...watch out for the beer bottles...

So, you say it's like Fat Tuesday? It'll take a lot of beads...

What I meant to say was "in the corner pocket."

The Abbot, Duke, and King seem pleased by the play going on. Maybe too pleased.

The Spawn of Dyngus is inducted into the clan. Odd, his parents aren't in the Clan. Another Miracle of Dyngus?

Mark and Steph discuss the intricacies of a camera. Meanwhile, Anne seems to have a migraine. The King must be passed out on the croquet pitch.

Steph seems a bit perturbed. Maybe an offhad comment by El Gato?

Nevertheless Steph gets into her backswing. Preparing to send some poor soul's ball a flying.

Swinging Steph bears down on another opponent's ball. Is she trying to end the match?