Popo and Nana were climbing up a snowy mountain as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary, right? Except they were doing it... in Oregon.
"Say, why did we decide to come here?" Popo asked as he was scratching his blue parka since he was feeling itchy.
Nana was farting up a stinky storm as she was fanning the air, feeling how hot her flatulence was in her smelly pink parka. "It was for a change of scenery. It gets boring looking at the same blocky pillars, you know?"
Popo murmured as he continued on itching his body. "Yeah but did we have to go all the way here? Why couldn't we just stay home?"
"Dude, I told you why just a few seconds ago." Nana grumbled as she began blushing from getting a whiff of her potent fart gas.
The Ice Climbers were seemingly at odds with each other... until they saw an arrow pierce right by them. Popo and Nana peed themselves in fright as they saw a bunch of Native Americans hollering at them, with the group riding on horses as the ice climbing duo used their snowy powers to freeze them, before rushing up the mountain and hiding in a cave... that was home to a grizzly bear deep in slumber.