Amy Rose felt another fart rolling in her stomach as she approached Gnawty, her arms crossed. "So, why is it that they have to come back in the summer?"
"Because it takes a while for me to come up with good ideas." Gnawty remarked, nervously rubbing the back of his head. "That, and there's some complications with how things work here in Click Clock Wood."
"Complications...?" Amy mused as she blinked, confused.
Gnawty sighed as he got onto his bed, sitting on it as he he tried explaining it in the best way he could to Amy. "Look, sometimes, there's only one of me and the inhabitants of Click Clock Wood, but other times, there are multiples. Right now there's multiple of me, because no one is currently playing this level, but when a player comes in, that's when I stand as the only one."
Amy was still confused as she lowered her head, letting out a loud, tuba like fart to describe her confusion.
Gnawty rolled his eyes as he shook his head. "Let's just say that any outsiders like you won't be effected. But characters like me who are programmed to live here are. Does that make sense?"
Amy rubbed her butt with both of her hands as she let out another deep pitched poot. "At the rate I'm staining my jeans, I'll never be allowed in a family game again!" She commented on.
Gnawty shook his head as he gave up. "Oh never mind. It's hopeless." He muttered as he went back to sleep, with Amy focused on getting the jeans off her butt as she continued farting.
Shadow and Silver left Spring as they immediately headed towards Summer, thinking on what Gnawty said to them earlier.
"You think that beaver had good intentions on telling us to come here?" Silver asked as he and Shadow entered the dark tunnel leading into the summer version of the Click Clock Wood.
Shadow sighed as he shook his head, marching forward. "We'll just have to see, Silver. For that beaver's sake, he better not be lying to us..."