House Elves vs The TEAM

 The House Elves are: Daddy Supes (Superman) and Dick Tracy, no joke required.

The TEAMs are: Every Artrip we could find,  including and limited to: Chris Artrip with a Tanuki Suit, Julie Artrip with a Fire Flower, Ella Artrip with a Frog Suit, Jack Artrip with a Raccoon Leaf, Ben Artrip with a Goomba Sock, Red Ranger Chris Artrip, Pink Ranger Julie Artrip, Yellow Ranger Ella Artrip, Blue Ranger Jack Artrip, and Black Ranger Ben Artrip. Also Vulcan and an Ewok (#7) are there.

At the edge of The Pit, as featured in the hit Mouse Rat song, the Artrip Force assembled. "Artrip Force, assemble!" shouted Chris, dressed head to toe as a Japanese raccoon-dog. "My wife and kids?" The real life Artrips stepped forward. At the sight of Jack, Ewok #7 began to wriggle against the hold of Vulcan, who was standing a couple yards away from the group. "This thing clearly wants to be in the family photo, why am I holding it?" Chris's expression changed from one of determination to teeming rage, spittle erupting from his reddened face. "Vulcan, you SHUT UP! You do not speak to the Artrips! We are assembling and you're ruining it for everyone!" His wide eyes darted around, landing on a small rock, which he picked up in his tanuki paw and chucked at Vulcan's stupid face. "Alright, Mighty Morphin' Artrip Rangers?" One at a time they struck dramatic poses and introduced themselves.

"Red Ranger Chris!"

"Pink Ranger Julie!"

"Yellow Ranger El-"

Y'Ella was interrupted by a cackle as loud as a jet engine, and Superman descended from the sky with Dick Tracy on his back, gun in hand. "Hey bozos, y'all ready for this? I've got like 5 dates with all the local flooze here tonight." He landed in front of Chris, lit a cigarette, and sucked it down in the blink of an eye. With a gentle flick he bounced the smoldering butt off Chris's face. "So let's make this quick, fursuit."

Chris smirked, picked up the butt, and began to smoke it himself despite it being mostly filter. "See, that's what I was thinking big boy. You know, the crazy thing is, I own you. I own your whole team, and I say you forfeit." Superman pulled off his badass aviator sunglasses for dramatic effect, his brow furrowed. "That doesn't sound right... but I don't actually know enough about the rules of this game. Dick, the by-laws?" The grumbling gumshoe screwed the cap back on the flask he was swigging and pulled out a small book from his coat. He flips a few pages, squinted his eyes at the text. He looked at the Artrips, then back at his book. Glanced at Superman, then back to the book. Took another pull from his flask. Back to the book again. Finally, he snapped it shut in one hand and slipped it in to his pocket. "No. This is a game, you're not even real." With these words, Chris and his family began to fade from existence like Marty McFly. "No, NO!" Chris fought against his fate, attempting a charge at Dick Tracy, but Dick produced his gun and shot him down. The Artrips vanished from this reality, but the Mighty Morphin Power Artrips still watched in shock. Ewok #7, upon seeing Jack blipped out of existence, broke free from Vulcan and began to tear at Dick's face. Superman raised a brow and made a lazy gesture toward the pit. "Alright, whatever, get in." Red Ranger Chris shouted "It's Morphin' Time, Artrip Rangers!" They all began to pose in formation, but Superman wasn't having it, and he inhaled another large gasp, sucking the Rangers off-balance and in to the Pit below. He crashed in after them, grabbing Blue Ranger Jack and swinging him into the other Rangers like a fleshy cudgel. However, Vulcan was still standing at the edge of the Pit, and used his geokinesis to bring its maw shut on both Superman and the Artrip Rangers. A brief moment of calm passed before Superman erupted from the Earth, glaring at Vulcan. His eyes charged up a heat beam, but Vulcan stopped it inches from Superman's face, condensing the energy in a tight ball like a miniature star. The ball released, and Superman's smug head was no more. He pulled a cigarette from Superman's pocket, lit it with an energy beam of his own, and flicked it into the reopened pit. "Live long and prosper, Superbitch."