Frosty recovered just in time. The ice cream cake polar bear was inches away. Frosty ran as fast as he possibly can. Then he was suddenly dragged under the snow. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Help! Pop! Cakeman!"
"Frosty, we're out of the cave". Pop said
"Where are we?"
"Huh?"
"I said, WHERE THE FUDGECANO ARE WE?"
"Oh. We're in our new camp. If we're ever in trouble, we just come here. But geez, no need to swear." They were in a tent with a picture of an Ice Cream Cone on it. Outside there was a lit campfire with chocolate rods as the timber (everything is desserts in Dessertia)
"Sorry. I was just irritated that you couldn't hear me."
"Apology accepted. There was actually snow in my ears."
"By the way, thanks for saving me from the cake polar bear (short for ice cream cake polar bear). It almost got me."
"No problem. We should take a rest. Who knows what will happen tomorrow".
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