Cloud Cuckooland was oddly gusty as the Zubbas were trying to exit their beehive, but couldn't due to the strong gust preventing them from leaving at all.
"Oh buzzit! This cursed wind is too much for any of us!" One of the Zubbas complained as he moved his hands around, shaking his head. "We're better off just staying in here!"
"Yeah... too bad we can't go out and fly around like we usually do." The other Zubba added as they stayed inside their beehive.
The Zubbas that were way below the beehive were very unlucky, as the winds pounded harshly against them, gusty enough to send them crashing to their deaths miles below in the Isle O' Hags. Mr. Fit was inside Humba Wumba's tent, with Humba herself next to Mr. Fit as they felt the wind blow harshly towards the mountain.
"This wind greatly hinders the chance for me to exercise!" Mr. Fit complained as he shook his head, shaking his right fist at the sky. "Curse you, strange benolevent beings high above us!"
"Humba agree. This wind too much for Humba's magic to work," Humba commented as she folded her arms, quite disappointed with the resulting wind factor ruining her chance of trying out different magic on the Cloud Cuckooland's stranger creatures.
