"Okay, lets get this thing started then."

She looked to the rat.  "Where should Horns put the thunderpig?"  She asked.  Then she looked to the minotaur, who didn't seem bothered by the burden.  "Or maybe he'll carry him around until fight time."

Turning back to Mitzi, she added.  "Speaking of which, when are the fights?"

Regdar holds out a hand to Blue. "If there's a concession stand in 500 feet, I'll find it," he says.

"They's alreadys doins the preliminaries," the ratling says. "Just keeps the pigs outs of troubles."
Mitzi motions Marty out of earshot of the rat. "We're going to try to get our 'thunderpig' to go up against Teal. Bet everything we got on the squirrel, then let the pig take a dive. But first, we gotta get piggy to win a few, so that's going to take some creative cheating."

"I'm all for cheating if we do it smart."  Marty answers.  "But I got no control over that hippo.  I'm pretty sure it can win most fights in its class though.  I mean, they beat crocodiles in the water, and that's kinda the crocs thing."

I don't think we know what they want anyways.  What would they even have that a minotaur would want anyways?  The hamster focuses on attempting to keep his jumbo bag of sunflower seeds and bucket of popcorn balanced on Regdar's shoulder while they move.  Man, good thing I have two talents at this level, or I'd lose this bucket.

"Yeah, I got it," Horns says.
Regdar returns with Blue. "So what's the deal here? Fight club?"
"Monster fight club," Mitzi says.
"Oh. So, Horns could..."
"No, no no. Like, monstrous beasts. Not intelligent beasts."
"Wait," REgdar says. "We're at animal fights?"
"Monster fights." Mitzi rolls her eyes.