"Hey... are you two okay?" Steven asked as he and Greg looked at the Ice Climbers groaning in pain within the rubble that used to be the Donut Shop.

"They don't look good." Greg bluntly stated the obvious as he folded his arms, shaking his head.

Popo groaned as he got up, rubbing the back of his head as he coughed. "Ugh... that tornado really did a number on us."

Nana dusted off her dirty parka as she sighed, her eyes lowered. "I hope to not see a twister again so long as I..." She then sneezed, prompting her to land back on her back.

Steven blinked as he turned to Greg, moving his arms about. "Oh man! These two got sucked up by a tornado? We gotta take them back to the house!"

"But Steven... what will the girls think?" Greg whispered as he was getting nervous, touching his fingertips together. "You know how they get whenever they see a new gem..."

"But dad, I don't think these two are gems... they don't seem like it." Steven assured as he wrapped his arms around Popo and Nana, helping the two robbed Ice Climbers get back up on their feet. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind."

Greg gulped as he became nervous, willing to go with his son on this as they headed back to the beach, with Popo and Nana too weak to be able to handle walking on their own accord.