Popo and Nana both groaned in pain, waking up as they stood up, being on the floating iceberg that was by itself in the freezing oceanic waters. Popo looked around as Nana climbed to the top of the iceberg, wrapping her arms together as she trembeled, feeling the cold air blow towards the north.
"Brrr! Why did it had to be so cold!" Nana exclaimed as she blinkked several times, in an attempt to keep her face warm.
Popo approached Nana, patting her on the back. "Don't worry, sis, I'm pretty sure there's something that-" He paused, feeling something warm behind him. "Do you feel that?"
Nana nodded slowly. "Yeah, it feels like someone is making a fire..." She gasped as she grabbed Popo, shaking him a bit. "A FIRE? THAT WILL MELT THE ICEBERG!"
"But who's making the fire?" Popo asked as he scratched his head.
The two Ice Climbers turned around and gasped, much to their shock, to see the master robot R.O.B., wearing his red and white colors instead of his normal grayish appearance, having zapped some sticks he held inside his mechanical stomach to create a fire. All R.O.B. stated to the two youngsters was,
"Good evening, youngsters."