Popo was wandering through the thick snow as Nana watched him, while Ruby Gloom and her friends were playing with each other in the snow.
"Popo, where are you going?" Nana asked while rubbing her hands all over her body to pleasure herself.
"Where else? To get more donuts, duh." Popo remarked as he began grabbing his butt cheeks and roll his eyes around.
"But we have snow, we don't need donuts!" Nana farted as she was doing some slow push ups in the snow. "Snow is all that's vital to us, and it's what makes us the Ice Climbers! Don't you feel satisfied in playing around with the wonderful cold feelings that snow, ice, and the wind provides us? Something like cold, crispy fresh water can't be replaced with something as plain as doughnuts. In fact, I think you're nuts for wanting donuts, since-"
"Screw you, I say we do, it's the point of this story!" Popo burped while doing some jumping jacks as he went on his way, to get the donuts so that this dumb story had a whole point to its dough.
The blue robed boy Eskimo Ice Climber then fell through some ice, with Nana gasping as she shrugged and began polishing her wooden mallet.