Out, they repeat. They don't like to repeat themselves, but thankfully, their tone is as carefully indifferent as usual. Or is it carefully? That always seems to be their tone.
"Out," the Mamba repeats.
No, we are not playing this game today--

The Mamba stumbles to his feet using the castle as support, which means a portion of it at least just fell over. Yippee. At least he's still excited.
Remember equipment, the A.A. reminds before the Cheetah and the Mamba nyoom out without anything to stuff candy in, especially before the Mamba can nyoom out without his costume. And also, before they go out and forget the no-murder rule. As the Mamba is gathering his stuff, they intend to go over the rules again.
There's a reason they prepared a few hours in advance.

On his head, the A.A. indicates. In another room as well.
"On whose head?" The first thing the Mamba does after that is stare at the wall. Then, as if making a realization, he goes: "Ohhhhh, I almost forgot about him!" And then he goes to the bucket that the A.A. got for them--it was originally a sand pail--that has a bunch of LEGO figurines they almost never use as well as the pieces to go with the LEGO figurines in it. It comes with the sets, but these two seem a lot more interested in the blocks than the people in the actual stories behind the actual builds.
But even then, instead of just taking the pail like a normal person, the Mamba starts dumping the figurines into his arms. A bit of it gets dumped into the pockets of his costume, which is still on his head, but more precisely, the "figurines" are like, "parts of figurines." There are more decapitated heads and somewhat broken torsos than one can count--the torsos where arms are somehow broken off when the Mamba probably only touched them once before now. 

A decapitated LEGO arm is raised in the arm by the Mamba's hand in a disgruntled fashion, and it waves around, kind of like how rebelling farmers wave around pitchforks.
"She wants to come!" the Mamba insists.

"Oh!" he exclaims, just as he'd say "That's okay!" Then he takes like 5 seconds to think. There might as well be actual ticking noises to indicate the gears turning. And then he smiles widely and proceeds to drop all the LEGO people all at once. To be honest, narrating it is lowkey sickening to the narrator, but anyways, he also hurls the pail at the wall simultaneously. 
The good news is that the bucket of the disembodied LEGO body parts stops before it can actually reach its destination, but the temperature of the room did just lower by a good solid five degrees.

No?? What part of his actions signifies that he'd be willing to share? He's not.
"No," the Mamba reaffirms as the bucket is let down with a clunk and the room gets even frostier. 

"No you don't! Cheetahs don't need jackets!" the Mamba argues.

"But they can!" he argues, this time correctly, then he proceeds to go: "You aren't saying you're weaker than other cheetahs, right?"

"What you said!" he goes, which is helpful.

Well, at least today's Halloween, so the narrator can sigh with relief upon realizing she does have on more than one layer. ...right? ...right? Please let them be right. 
"No! You gotta be stronger than the other cheetahs!" the Mamba insists with 0 clarification, but I guess that means he doesn't think that'll prove it.

Yeah see, the A.A. starting preparations a few hours early was correct. They will always be correct. At least when it comes to these two, mostly.

The narrator stares blankly at the screen for a few moments before the disbelief hits. Their eyes roll over to show their sclera, and they fall over with a bonk. Welp, guess narrating duties are up to the A.A. too now. Yay.

The A.A. only helps with anything related to hair when someone gets lice. Otherwise, the Cheetah could look like a lion and they wouldn't care. Same goes for the Mamba. Uh, in terms of being a lion, that is.
"You gotta be able to grow a jacket for winter!" the Mamba exclaims. 

"You just...I dunno, you just grow 'em! Like this!"
The Mamba stands there weirdly for a while, with a total look of concentration on his face. Well, nothing seems to be happening. The demonstration seems better fitted for him performing a demonstration for photosynthesis.

He doesn't respond, his face scrunching together. If he keeps up the pace, after a while he's going to look like his facial features are an asterisk. 
But finally, something does sprout, and it's not a plant. It's a scale. It's kinda a glowy scale. It's a dark green one, going into dark blue and gray. Kinda pretty. 
What's not pretty is the fact that he's now bleeding by the face. A bit of flesh around the scale has puffed up, and that's not pretty either. He just grins like an idiot who doesn't know.

"You can! You just oughta try!" the Mamba encourages.

"Do or no do, and there is try!" he goes as he butchers the actual Yoda quote and as another scale sprouts out. Ouch.