In Cedric We Trust

Sofia: [walks to the top of a large boulder] Prisma!

Prisma: [with immense displeasure] Princess Sofia.

Sofia: [about the stolen crown] You can hand that over or I can call the Protectors. Your choice.

Prisma: Hand over one of the Wicked Nine? Hmm, I don't love that idea, but I do love this one.

[uses the crown to shoot lightning at Sofia who jumps aside]

Prisma: Huh, funny weather we're having, isn't it?