The party narrowly escapes getting their asses handed to them by a Voidharrow infected dragon through teleportation and rest for the night. They soon hatch a plan to get Bags of Holding and suicide bomb the worm into the Astral Plane, saving a kingdom from it’s clutches.

After the most epic and successfully executed S.W.A.T. based infiltration ever brings the party to face to face with the dragon a second time, this happens:

DM (me): After rolling intitiative, “Okay, you guys get the drop on the dragon, which means surprise round! Warlock, what do you do?”

Warlock: “I prepare an action to stuff a Bag of Holding into the other Bag of Holding as soon as I’m next to the beast.”

DM: “Okay. Paladin, what do you do?”

Paladin: “I prepare an action to use my Helm of Teleportation to teleport both the warlock and myself next to the dragon as soon as it is distracted. so that he can stuff his Bag of Holding into his other Bag of Holding.”

DM: “Gotcha. Rogue, what about you?”

Rogue: “I run around the room, using my cunning action to dash even further away from the party before pulling out my crossbow and shooting the dragon in the eye, distracting it so that the paladin can teleport both herself and the warlock next to the dragon so that the warlock can stuff his Bag of Holding into his other Bag of Holding.”

DM: “Excellent. Bard?”

Bard: “I Polymorph the dragon into a sheep.”

All: “…”

Bard: "…“

All: ”……“

Bard: grins

DM: chuckles uncontrollable for a moment, “Okay. Sure. Why the hell not. Lets do this. Rogue, roll that attack! I’ll roll the dragon’s save.”

His DC was 17. Even with a +10 to Charisma saves and advantage, the dragon rolled a 16. Twice. The party was thus treated to the most hilarious scene of a dragon roaring in anger at the rogue shrinking into a sheep and baaing in confusion before dropping to the floor.