Popo and Nana screamed their robed Eskimo heads off at their high pitched tones as they were running away from the GUN Truck in a snowy city during the brisky cold night, the two smashing back snow with their mallets as the truck kept gunning through with no problem.

"What is this truck's problem?" Nana exclaimed as she felt like she was going to faint from all the sweat soaking up her pink parka.

"I think it might have thought we looked like hedgehogs!" Popo commented as the two proceeded to bounce up a nearby slope, with the GUN Truck following their tracks as it headed up the street slope with no problems, destroying all the vehicles and other inanimate objects placed on the street.

Popo and Nana quickly froze the street with ice, thinking that the slippery terrain would cause the truck to fall right down. Initially they gave each other a high five as it seemed to work... only for the GUN Truck to summon rockets on its sides. The Ice Climbers pooped their pants as they screamed, flailing away while farting in fear as nothing they did seemed to stop the dangerously deadly truck.

This feels a bit too familiar..." Silver The Hedgehog stated as he munched on a hamburger, shaking his head as he just got back from a rough commute, watching Popo and Nana dash right past him as he used his psychic to hover over the incoming truck of doom.