One early morning, out in the cold gloomy wind, Roba was trying to find the orange cord he had dropped when creating a new invention. His lips were chattering like a lunatic who didn't know how to drive a car. His legs were shaking, he was starting to get a little irritated with this cold wind that was blowing in his ears. He laid his knees down and crouched on the grassy green ground that smelled like marigold flowers. He soon started digging his way to find the cord. The wind still sort of pushed his body back and forth. "Where in the world is it?" Roba said getting on his last nerves. Roba got up off his knees and went inside, he was freezing to death. "Whoa, Roba, your freezing!" cried Horace. "Y-yes…I-I-I'm f-f-f-f-freezing." Horace went in the bathroom and opened a white cabinet at the bottom of the sink, and pulled out a hot pink towel and he went back into the room and wrapped it around Roba's shoulders. Roba went in the living room and saw Alfe sleeping on the neon red couch. "Ugh, he's always there!" he said wrapping the towel tighter to his body. Horace came in with a cup of hot chocolate and he gave it to Roba. He could feel the hotness in his hands. He took one big gulp of it. Roba went in the kitchen and sat down on the comfy red stool. "Is there anything else I can give you, Roba?" Horace asked as nicely as he could while cleaning the dishes. Roba shook his head. He took two gulps this time, and that time it felt like he was about to choke. Alfe soon woke up and went in the kitchen. Alfe yawned. Roba spitted the hot chocolate out shockingly. "What did you just say?" Roba asked desperately. Alfe and Horace where confused by his question. "What do you mean by that?" Horace asked. Roba's throat went dry, he was shrugging rapidly. "I thought you yawned k-ka-ka-ka…" Roba was turning pale then, as pale as snow. "Roba, are you feeling alright?" Horace said anxiously. Roba started crying a little, then the dam broke. Alfe backed up four spaces, scared to even know what Roba was trying to say. Horace was worried that he might have to call a doctor for his behavior. "I'm sorry, it's just I thought you said Katrina Rad!" Roba yelled at the top of his lungs so his brother and dog-anteater-human could hear. "You mean that crazy chic who tried to marry you over your will and if you didn't she would press that red button and ruin the time space continuum?" Alfe said in one breath. Roba nodded, and took another big sip of his hot chocolate. "Roba, you know you don't have to be scared to tell us these things, why did you start crying though?" asked Horace, while washing one dish. "I was…just anxious of that you guys might think I liked her…" he answered. "We know that you don't like her, you didn't even want her to be your first kiss." Alfe said. Alfe patted Roba's back, but then he patted him so hard that Roba fell to the ground and sprained his ankle. "Ouch! Oh my dog, this hurts! The pain…for dog sakes, Alfe! Will you stop trying to hurt me for once in your life!" cried Roba, and he started to scream. Alfe and Horace's jaw dropped of how painful this sprained ankle was to him. "Gee, Roba, will you stop being a big baby for once in your life!" teased Alfe. Roba was already mad at him, and he doesn't need to get mad at him even more. "Guys, teasing each other won't help Roba's ankle feel better." Horace said reasonably. Soon after a couple of painful comments Roba was saying, Horace was helping him get up off the ground and brought him to his neon bed. He plopped him right on the bed and tucked him in. He then pulled his purple and yellow stripped blanket all the way up to his neck. He last kissed Roba's forehead and then went into the other room with Alfe. "Huh, why is Roba now acting all crazy?" Alfe asked impatiently. Horace took his light gray jacket and put it on. "He's just upset about his orange cord he can't find, hopefully it's nothing too serious." Answered Horace while buttoning his jacket. Alfe went over to Horace and hugged him. "Hey, where are you going in such a horrible morning?" he asked. Horace looked at him in the eyes. "I'm going to the grocery store, and maybe there are some problems we can solve today." Horace answered leaning towards the door. "Don't bother Roba while I'm gone, got it Alfe? Cause if you do I'll have to cancel your order of—" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, go don't worry about me or Roba, me and him are like two cats stuck in a pizza tree." Alfe said. Horace thought what Alfe said was disturbing. When Horace closed the door, Alfe knew he couldn't resist popping in to see Roba. "Hmm, what to do, what to do?" thought Alfe while he was walking near Roba's room. "Maybe I could scream 'the house is on fire!' to him, but that's too loud that I think Horace might hear all the way to the grocery store…I know! I can just bother him my way! Not his way! Good idea Alfe! ALFEEEEEEEE!" screamed Alfe. He soon went to Roba and started tickling him, Roba laughed but he was asleep. He soon jumped on him and started crushing his side. But Roba was still fast asleep. Alfe was started to get annoyed. He soon tried to smack him with an orange cord. "AH!" Roba yelled, but his eyes were still closed. "Don't! Get way from me, please, go away!" Roba said, he was talking in his sleep. Alfe saw a mark on his face near his lips, it was from the orange cord. Alfe licked Roba's face with his tongue. "Yuck! Roba you taste disgusting…" Alfe licked again, and this time mostly on his neon blue helmet. "Hmm, your helmet tastes like pizza, tacos, and chocolate!" Alfe said. "I love you too, puffy puppy." Roba said, dreamingly. Alfe thought of taking Roba's helmet off, and he did. But thankfully, Roba had an extra one placed on him, and that one did not come off as easily as the first one did. Alfe knew there just had to be something wrong with Roba, but what?