Superman flew around the tundra where his snowy base was, glancing down to see the Ice Climbers climbing up his frozen Fortress of Solitude. He flew down to greet the two, curious as to what they were doing.
"So, who are you two young children, and what are you doing at my secret base?" Superman asked the Ice Climbers as he folded his arms.
"I'm Popo..." The blue eskimo boy stated.
"I'm Nana..." The pink eskimo girl said.
They then gave each other a high five. "...and we're the Ice Climbers!"
"We climb snowy terrains..." Popo started as Nana finished, "...and smash whatever things get in our way with our wooden mallets!"
"...so I see." Superman remarked while squinting his eyes, folding his arms together. "Well... try not to make a mess around here. I worked very hard to keep this place in tip top shape."
"Oh, don't worry about us!" Popo shouted.
"We'll be very careful!" Nana exclaimed while twirling around, accidentally chucking her wooden mallet at a couple of icicles above them, causing the entire Fortress of Solitude to collapse on them.
Superman breathed heavily as he placed his right hand on his face. "I should have seen this coming..." He angrily muttered to himself as he was disappointed at the mess he had to clean up.