Our story begins in Frostbite Falls, Minnesota. Population approximately 4000, give or take. It was a brisk fall day in October, the citizens were preparing for the annual Rocket J. Squirrel Day a full month early. The festivities were scheduled for the crack of noon, twelve o'clock on November 19, 2024, a full six decades after his show went off the air.

Yes, not much had changed in the intervening sixty years or so...

"Tell me about it, I've been getting second billing for years!" Bullwinkle interrupted. "No offense, Rock."

"None taken, Bullwinkle."

Yet, despite the passage of nearly six decades, our heroes hadn't aged a day! In fact, you could say that about everyone who lived in Frostbite Falls.

"I was beginning to wonder about that myself," Bullwinkle spoke.

"You mean to tell us you just now noticed this peculiar phenomenon?" The narrator asked.

"Well yeah, but I thought it was just clean living, why my aunt Moosina smelled one fresh flower a day and lived to the ripe old age of 30!"

"Hokey smokes, Bullwinkle! That sounds awfully young to me!" Rocky replied.

"Are you kidding, do you know what the lifespan for a moose is?" Bullwinkle replied. "A flower a day keeps the doctor away is what she used to always tell me!"

Shouldn't that be an apple a day keeps the doctor away?

"Shucks no, do you have any idea what apples do to us mooses?" Bullwinkle asked.

At any rate, that's a story for another day.

"Not that I'm complaining, but we really should look into this mystery, Bullwinkle!"

"Oh boy, I love a good whodunnit!"

"That's not what I mean, Bullwinkle. I mean the fact that we're still in our prime after all these years!" Rocky said.

"Oh, yeah. I've heard of live long and prosper, but this is ridiculous!" said Bullwinkle.

"It's all very strange, Bullwinkle."

"But Rocky, strange things have always happened in Frostbite Falls!"

Yes, Bullwinkle was correct. Examples included the fact the population of the town at any given time could be 23, 48, 29, 31.5 or 4001.

"Nevermind we've had 27 mailmen in the last 30 years all named Chuck," Bullwinkle said.

"What's strange about that?" Rocky asked.

"With his glass eye on a different side each time? Sometimes with his eyes in the wrong spot altogether?"

"I always chopped that up to a lack of budget, Bullwinkle,"

Yes, well, be that as it may... Everyone in Frostbite Falls were the exact same age as they were the day the show went off the air. While the rest of the world carried on, the townsfolk seemed to be trapped in a time warp of some sort. But by who? And to what end?

"At least we know who it couldn't be, those two spies, especially the little one with all those disguises. If he wasn't a dastardly villain and scoundrel, he might have had a decent career in men's fashion," Bullwinkle speculated.

"Yes, I'm sure we'll never ever hear from him again! I'm sure he'd be old and grey by now!"

Unfortunately, Bullwinkle was WRONG. For underneath the duo's house, hundreds of miles below the surface was a makeshift laboratory that contained three cryogenic pods. And what exactly, or WHO exactly were in them? The prone, frozen figures of Boris, Natasha and Fearless Leader respectfully.

Well, this is a fine kettle of fish we're in. Not only were our heroes and the people of the small hamlet in Minnesota mysteriously gifted some form of immortality, the Pottsylvanian trio were alive and well and poised to torment a whole new generation with their horrible puns. Stay tuned, and be with us next time for "Freezer Burned", or "Like Sands Through the Hourglass!"