"It occurs to me that our intentions may seem completely random to you. So in all fairness I do owe you an explanation. We hail from a planet known as Duckopolis Alpha, it has been a bastion for duck-kind for centuries on end."

"Seems like a great place! Why don't you go back?" Die Fledermaus asked as he cleared the way to the door.

"We cannot!" the Jamcaican duck snapped.

"My Carribean-esque companion is correct. Duckopoilis Alpha has been seized by the Frosties!"

"The Frosties?" Arthur was growing impatient with the series of new developments that seemed to prolong a situation that should have already been resolved, "Really we have to finish this quick otherwise this is going to be an hour-long episode."

Questioning glances hit Arthur like a pile of bricks.

"It is uncouth to break the fourth wall, bunny-man!" the British duck remarked.

"Moth!"

"The question you were going to ask before you went off on a tangent was: 'What or Who, per se, are the Frosties?' Am I right?"

"He's good!" the Tick laughed, "What a great villain to help me climb the ladder of 'Great-osity'"

"Well?"

"The Frosties are horrid creatures! Ice cream men from the great beyond. Duckopolis had never been so besieged by a food related enemy before!"

"I don't see why you came here!"

"We Ducks are the last remnants of the ducks who escaped Duckopolis Alpha. It is our job to continue the greatness of the ducks!"

"You can't just take our homes! That would make you just like the Frosties!"

"Yes, Mothman, I grasp the irony. But I have no choice."

"If we free Duckopolis Alpha will you leave us alone?" Arthur pleaded.

"Well that sounds like a fair compromise. Though it sounds outrageous and arburd."

"Welcome to The City, that's just how we do things." Die Fledermaus sighed.

"Who will return our planet from the grasps of the Frosties?"

"Do-doo-do!" the Tick imitated a superhero theme from tv, "That is my job! The Tick, defender of The City and all that is in the spirit of 'Goodness', will save your home from the Frosties! Now are they popsicles or Ice Cream Cones?"

"Cones, Blue One." the Jamaican Duck sputtered.

"Soft serve or the kind you scoop out from a cardboard bucket?"

"Soft Serve of course!" the Brit said indignantly. "You must defeat their leader, The Blizzard.

"Yum!" the Tick licked his lips.

"Be aware if you do not deliver The City is ours!"

"How will we get Tick to Duckopolis Alpha?" Arthur wondered.

"Got it!" Die Fledermaus and Big Shot were dragging a large clown by the arms into the room.

"Proto-Clown!" all the heroes gasped.

"Ha-ha-haaaaaaa!" The Tick was uncontrollable in his laughter.

With one mighty blow Proto-Clown rocketed Tick it outer space and towards Duckopolis Alpha. With a head full of courage and a hungry stomach the Tick headed to face a horde of militant Ice Cream Cones.

Spiraling into space The Tick shouted, "We're off to see the Blizzard!"