It wasn't. Troops were flying all over the place in the wind, and several swords and spears and other weapons had lost their owners and presented a problem for the victims around.

"Isn't this fun!" Lizy heard the deep-voiced Chubby say as he passed Lizy. Before he knew it, he was stuck deep beneath the snow. "This certainly turned out... interesting," said Lizy to himself. "Now what do I do?"

He noticed that the snow was not so tightly packed to his right and began to slowly dig his way through. He couldn't tell what direction he was going, but he did know he was slowly working his way up, for he felt the snow that melted from the heat of his body dripping down his sides. Before too long, he popped out of the snow to find Bob standing not too far away sitting on a pile of assorted junk.

"Lizy!" cried Bob, "Thank goodness you're here! We'd better hurry! Everyone else has started up towards Mt. Lizard."

"Bob?" asked Lizy perplexed, "Where'd all that junk come from?"

"Well," began Bob, "They told me to wait here for you. I was worried at first, because that'd mean I'd have to stay here all alone, but then they gave me this button to keep me company. But I told them that I'm afraid of buttons, so they gave me this band-aid to protect me! But then admitted that I'm afraid of band-aids, so they..."