"I don't believe it," Adrien said, stopping suddenly inside his room. "What is it, dude?" Nino asked, nearly slamming into Adrien from behind. "Plagg is playing checkers with Wayzz, and there's not a hint or hair of cheese!"
"Well, of course Wayzz knows how to play checkers," Nino bragged to Adrien, even if he had just learned this information himself. Wayzz looked over at them and smiled. "Plagg is very smart and sharp, and Dussu taught me to play hundreds of years ago." "Dude," Nino plopped down in a chair to watch the game. "You make me feel young when you chatter on about The Ice Age and stuff."
"And actually, there will be cheese involved," Plagg admitted, his short tail swishing as he plotted his next move? Or was he planning his next cheese raid? "Whoever wins buys the other cheese or a turtle," he told the boys.
"Plagg, Aunt Amelie barely lets you keep your stinky cheese in here to begin with. No way am I buying you a turtle!" "Not an actual turtle, Adrien," Wayzz made a move, "a turtle is a form of chocolate."
"Oh," Adrien groaned. "Now I feel silly." The boys watched, fascinated by the game. Of course, there was some squabbling over whoever won wouldn't destroy the game board. "So, why is everyone looking at me?" Plagg asked. "Whenever Bugaboo gets angry, you think its adorable!"
"That's because she only needs coffee and she calms down," Adrien explained. "You wiped out the dinosaurs. There's a difference!" Plagg grinned a very smug grin. "Maybe they didn't share the cheese."
Adrien groaned. "My Kwami may have a brain made of cheese, and yours is a walking encyclopedia . If I had Wayzz, I'd never have to do homework again. Still, Plagg's my buddy, and I wouldn't trade him for all the cheese in China." "I accept!" Plagg cut him off, and the boys laughed.
Sure, their Kwamis could be trouble, but they sure were lovable.