"Dot..." "What is it?" "My hand...it hurts", Wakko showed her his hand and shoock it. "Ah, I hope it's nothing", said Dot, "Just a little numb". Wakko then layed on his back.

"Ouch..." "You ok?" "No...I really do feel numb". Dot frowned, "Uh oh...did you wake up like that?". "No", said Wakko. "Do you think you have a reaction?" "No" "Alright, I'm going to get help" "Thanks".

So, after ten minutes Dot and the nurse came into the room. "Morning Wakko", the nurse greeted, smiling. "Morning", said Wakko and smiled back. "Dot told me you're feeling numb, huh?" "Yeah" "Not a big deal", said the nurse, "You just have to take a little walk". "Ok", said Wakko and got up.

He felt so strange while walking. Like he could run for a very long time and not get tired. But he knew he couldn't. So he just stretched. After a while tough, Wakko felt a little dizzy so he layed back down. "Ok, I think that's fine", said the nurse.

So, Wakko didn't feel numb anymore. And all three of them were relived, hoping it would be ok. But later that day, around lunch, something else happened. The other two saw that Wakko was breathing kind of heavily, like something was keeping him from inhaling.

"You ok brother?", asked Yakko. "Don't think so...", said Wakko, "My stomach hurts every time I try to take a breath". "Do you feel like trowing up?", asked Dot. Wakko tought for a moment, "Actually...I do...". Then Dot snapped her fingers, "Alright, that's it! Yakko, you get a bucket, I'll get the tea".

That day, Dot had prooven how much she cared for her sick brother. Wakko, of course, trew up. But after drinking tea for the rest of the day, everything was back to normal by that evening.

Sigh, yet another day without a single incident. That was a tought Mr. Plotz had in mind that evening. As strange as it sounds, he got bored of it. He wanted the Warners back in the studio. Whatever happened to them, they needed to be back home. It wasn't normal, they couldn't be gone for a month.

"Wait, what?! How could they be gone for that long?!". Just then he got a phonecall. "Hello?" "Oh, good evening T. P.! How are you?", he heard Scratchy on the other end. "Well, thank you for asking!", said the CEO, then sighed, "To be honest, pretty tired. I have just realised...the Warners have been gone for a month now!". "Ah, well, I have great news then!", said Scratchy. "What?! What is it? When are they coming?" "Tomorrow".

Plotz gasped, "Tomorrow?! And when were you going to tell me that? Now?!". Scratchy chuckled nervously, "Don't worry, we have already organised everything". "We?", the CEO asked, "Who's that?". "Me and the nurse", said Scratchy, "Well then, see you tomorrow!'. "Where?!" "In your office". He sighed, "Fine. Goodbye".

Plotz hung up and went to the window when...one white flake appeared out of the blue, out of a dark night sky and fell on the ground.

Then another one.

Then another one.

Mr. Plotz rubbed his eyes to check if he was dreaming. Had Dr. Scratchensniff really called him? Were the Warners really coming the next day?

Had it really just started to snow???