It was a beautiful winter day in the Evergreen Forest. The Raccoons and Cedric were on Evergreen Lake playing hockey. Sophia was practicing her swan glides. Schafer was sitting on the sidelines, watching them all skate, and keeping an eye on Forest, who was more interested in playing in the snow with Broo than sitting and watching his mommy figure skate, or his daddy play hockey.

But our story actually begins at the Sneer mansion, in the Pigs quarters. Lloyd, Floyd, and Boyd were sitting around, not doing much of anything. Lloyd was trying to throw cards into his hat. Floyd was flipping through the channels on the TV, and Boyd was reading the Evergreen Standard, which was the Evergreen Forest's local newspaper.

"I wonder why the boss hasn't called us in yet?" Boyd asked.

"Don't knock it," Lloyd said, tossing the ten of spades into his hat. "Personally, I'd rather be bored to death than have the boss yell at us."

Things hit a small lull until Floyd jumped into the air, screaming.

"Guys! Guys!" he shouted. "Look at this! Look at this!"

"What is it?" Lloyd asked.

"There's going to be an ice skating contest on Evergreen Lake!" Floyd shouted. "And it's going to be judged by . . . . . Dorothy Ham!"

Dorothy Ham was an Olympic figure skating champion (who also happened to be a pig). Lloyd and Floyd ran over and looked at the article in the paper, complete with a picture of Dorothy Ham performing one of her glides. All three of them sighed dreamily.

"Dorothy Ham!" they swooned.

"What are you porkers doing now?" Cyril shouted, coming into the room suddenly. "I don't pay you to loaf around!"

"He doesn't pay us, period," Boyd muttered.

"Sorry boss," Lloyd said. "We were just thinking about Dorothy Ham!"

"Who's Dorothy Ham?" Cyril asked.

"The world champion Olympic figure skater!" Floyd shouted, giving Cyril the newspaper. "And the most beautiful figure skater in the world!"

"Not to mention the porkiest," Cyril commented. "I've had it with figure skating. Bad enough I've got Sofa Girl to pretending she's Peggy Lemming every winter."

Cyril skimmed through the article, and began muttering as he read it.

"Figure skating competition . . . . ." he read. "Judged by Dorothy Ham . . . . winner receives movie contract . . . . . worth a million dollars . . . . . a million dollars!"

Cyril's eyes then turned into dollar signs just then, and he heard the distinct sound of a cash register.

Ka-CHING!

It was at that exact moment that Cedric, Sophia, and Forest returned back to the mansion. Cyril ran over to them, grabbed Sophia's hand, twirled her around, and waltzed around the room with her.

"Ahhh, my dear Sophia!" he shouted. "Dear, dear, sweet, profitable—I mean, beautiful Sophia!"

"What did you call me?" Sophia asked, a little surprised. Cyril never called her "Sophia!"

"Are you feeling okay, Pop?" Cedric asked, a little surprised, himself!

"I'm more than okay, Cedric, my boy!" Cyril shouted. "I feel like a million bucks! And speaking of a million bucks . . . ."

"I should have known money had something to do with this," Sophia replied.

"Read this article in the paper," Cyril said, ignoring Sophia, and giving the paper to Cedric. Both he and Sophia glanced it over.

"A million dollar movie contract, the grand price for a figure skating competition?" Cedric asked. "What are you getting at with this, Pop?"

"All I'm saying is that Sophia should enter this competition," Cyril said. "She'll skate circles around the competition!"

"I don't know," Sophia said, a little hesitantly.

"Trust me," Cyril said. "We'll make you bigger than Peggy Lemming ever was back in her day!"

Peggy Lemming happened to be one of Sophia's idols since she was younger. Cedric and the Raccoons had told her time and time again that she was the best figure skater they had ever seen, but she still wasn't so sure about entering a contest like this. Especially since Cyril was only interested in her winning the competition just so she'd end up with the million dollar contract, and then he would do something sneaky to get his hands on the money. But, Sophia figured the contest might be fun, so she agreed.

"Okay," she said. "I'll do it."

"Fabulous," Cyril said. "We start training tomorrow!"