Narumi opened his mailbox. The sweltering hot air outside was driving him nuts. Reaching in, the young hairstylist discovered a letter. Anxious to scurry on back inside where the air conditioning would cool him off, he ripped it open and went on his way.
Once inside his extravagant house, he read the contents that lay between his shriveled fingers. It was an invitation from the guy with the glasses to go skiing.
"Alright, I'll grab my stuff!" He exclaimed.
Elsewhere, Kiri and her friends received the same invitation. Kanako blushed and Taro giggled with anticipation. Kiri stared at the invitation.
"I'm hungry." She whined.
"Ski places have lots of good food, I've heard." Kanako explained to her silent friend.
After months of preparation, the S.P. headed on their way to their destination. As their plane ride came closer to its end, the temperature dropped dramatically. Suddenly snow dramatic snowstorms attacked the poor group of teenagers.
Aboard the plane, Taro, Kanako, Iori, and Narumi loudly panicked. Ochiai turned to the sleeping Kiri, and shook her in her seat.
"Kiri, wake up!" He cried. She turned to him and offered a grouchy scowl. "No thanks, I like it more when you smile."
"Oh, ok. What's up?" She asked. Narumi rushed to his four-eyed friend's side, frantically sweating.
"We're crashing to Antarctica!!" He exclaimed. Kiri couldn't speak for nearly two hours. She was just silent. Seki comforted the small girl.
"Ok, everyone, don't panic!" Kei hollered. Everyone suddenly stopped running around the airplane. Taro crawled off of the ceiling. Kanako came out from underneath her seat, and Chisami lost her lunch. "We just need to stick together, and remember who we are. We're the Scissors Project!!"
"Hoorah!" The group chanted.