Disclaimer: Breezly, Sneezly, and Colonel Fusby are owned by Hanna Barbera Productions.
Two Noodniks Against the North
Even though Breezly now has the cold medicine for Sneezly, he is still determined to sneak into Camp Frostbite.
Breezly Bruin: Come on, Sneezly!
Sneezly Seal: Do I have to go with you? The colonel was kind of grumpy...
Breezly: That is obviously because he needs our company.
Sneezly: But he's almost always like that-
Breezly ignores him and heads for the camp once again.
The polar bear goes behind the camp and attempts to climb over the wall. Meanwhile, two of the colonel's recruits carrying some buckets of paint.
Recruit 1: So now that we finished painting the barracks, what do we do with these?
Recruit 2: I don't know. The colonel didn't tell us. I guess we should just leave 'em here and take a break.
After they leave, Breezly climbs over the wall. He lands in a bucket of red paint.
Colonel Fusby: Aha! I caught ya red handed... er, pawed.
Breezly: Huh? How did you find out so fast?
Fusby: You left footprints in the snow. I saw them behind the camp.
Breezly: Darn. I didn't think about that.
Fusby: You don't think about a lot of things.
The colonel once again kicks him out of the camp.
Breezly: Uh, colonel, before you kick me out, can you explain why you want me out of here so much? The place doesn't seem very busy to me.
Fusby: It isn't. I'm passing the time by reading books about arctic explorers.
Breezly: Arctic explorers, huh? Hey, Sneezly. This arctic exploration stuff is giving me an idea...
Sneezly: I don't know, Breezly. The colonel wouldn't like it-
Fusby: I'm sure I wouldn't. You noodniks better stay out of my army base or else! Now get lost!
After being kicked out, the duo are trying to rebuild their igloo.
Breezly: I was thinking we could on our very own arctic adventure! We'll travel across the tundra all by ourselves.
Sneezly: But Breezly, what if we get lost?
Breezly: Our friend Colonel Fusby will rescue us, of course.
The polar bear slips and falls into a fishing hole in the ice.
*SPLASH*
Breezly: No problem. I just need some practice with this sort of thing.
He gets up and falls into another fishing hole a few seconds later.
*SPLASH*
Breezly: Um, okay, maybe a lot of practice. No big deal. I know we can do this.
Sneezly: We're doomed.
Breezly: Don't be so depressed. After all, you didn't fall in anything. Now let's go exploring!
The seal reluctantly follows his friend.
Sneezly: I think the colonel would want us to stay lost...