Click Clock Wood always had activity in every season it had, even in the dead of winter. After all, it was a forest that was practically locked within time, being eternal in its four distinct seasons that never changed into the other seasons preceding or coming after it.

Lots of things seem to halt upon the arrival of the freezing cold, as the fluffy snow is not enough to wake most things from the sweet snoozing sensation of hibernation.

"It's too cold here..." A bouncing, honeycomb containing beehive muttered within Mumbo's Hut as it wondered how long it was going to stay there as a house sitter.

Clicks were certainly heard within the wood, although there was no clock of any source to be found, not even in the snow.

"Kay, who wants to be frozen next?" An annoying Mr. Slush added as he was prepping up a snowball, waiting for a visitor to come by and get hit by one of his endless amounts of snowy orbs.