As the circus bugs went home after their act, there was sneezing. It was Dim. His horn has turned red. He was very tired.

"Dim feel so tired and sick," Dim yawned.

"I know, Dim. Let's take you home," Rosie said in comfort as she petted him softly.

"Poor fellow," Slim agreed.

"He has caught a cold," Francis said.

"But how?" Heimlich asked.

"I'm not sure, but he'll be fine soon," Gypsy said.

Manny nodded his head, saying,

"I hope so, my darling."

Tuck and Roll nodded their heads in agreement as well.

Later in the night...

"All right, Dim. I got you some warm water to help you sleep," Rosie said, giving Dim a bowl of warm water.

Dim drank the warm water, and yawned. His eyes are droopy. With a moan, he fell asleep. Rosie smiled, as she laid on the bed, petting him gently. Then, she puts his leg on her, smooths his foot and fell asleep.

The next morning...

Yawning, Rosie woke up, still on the bed, and then sat up. Still tried, she stared at Dim. He was still asleep, breathing slowly, as if to stop the cold. His horn was still red.

Rosie made a gentle smile, and began petting him gently. She laid her head on his forehead, which had a bad fever. She knew that Dim wasn't very well.

Suddenly, P.T Flea bursts open the door and yelled,

"Come on, Rosie! You're late!"

"Sir, you have to be quiet!" Rosie hissed,

"Dim is asleep."

"Oh, really?! Is it because he is sick?!" P.T Flea shot back.

"Yes," Rosie answered softly.

P.T Flea crossed his arms, saying,

"Well, I am gonna have to talk to these other losers about this."

As Rosie saw P.T Flea walk out, she stared at Dim, who coughed softly, moaning.

She assured him, petting him back, and yawned. But she isn't that sleepy.

Rosie closed her eyes, praying that Dim would feel better from that severe cold and fever.

"You losers! I need to speak with you," P.T Flea said to the other circus bugs.

"Sure, what is it?" Slim asked.

"Dim isn't very well, and Rosie's not coming to do an act," The ringmaster said.

"Wait, what?" Francis said.

"DIM HAS A BAD COLD AND ROSIE'S STAYING WITH HIM!" P.T Flea said back.

The circus bugs gasped softly with a gape.

"Oh, dear! When is Dim gonna be okay?" Gypsy asked, feeling upset.

"I don't know! We never knew how Dim caught a cold," Manny said.

"So, can we have a day off?" Heimlich said.

"Nope! Only Rosie and Dim will have a day off," P.T Flea answered.

The circus bugs groaned. Tuck and Roll just made an angry stare at their boss, and stomped off with the circus bugs, who went to the circus tent.

Much, much later...

P.T Flea went over to talk to Rosie and Dim.

"Okay, Rosie, I'm back and-" he tried to finish his sentence, but Rosie was asleep, moaning tiredly on the bed next to Dim, who was still asleep and snoring, with his leg on Rosie.

P.T Flea just stared at them, frowning.

"Okay, that is JUST terrific, no one understands me," he muttered to himself, and walked out.

The other circus bugs were also in their homes, tucked in there, asleep.

As Rosie woke up with a sleepy yawn, she sat up in bed, staring at Dim, still asleep, moaning softly and taking deep breaths.

Rosie pets him gently, and Dim woke up, with a yawn. He looked at her. A smile was in his face. His horn was normally blue.

She sighed in relief; Dim was better!

"Ah, you're better! Thank goodness," Rosie said, smiling.

Dim's eyes popped in confusion. He asked,

"Wait, was I?"

She nodded. Dim chuckled as he smiled.

As they walked out of their room, P.T Flea and the circus bugs were standing out of their house.

"Oh, look! Dim is better!" Heimlich said cheerfully, pointing at Dim.

All of the circus bugs noticed that Dim doesn't have a cold anymore, and his horn was not red. They felt relieved. P.T Flea felt the same. They all smiled at each other.

Dim was finally better, at last. Not another cold will be caught again.

Fin