Soaking my toes till they smell like a rose.

Everything's coming up tozes.

Oh, goodness gracious, it's you.

I wish it called ahead before dropping in.

I'm afraid there's not much for you to see today.

It's actually one of those rare calm days in Flusville.

No fires to put out or parties to plan.

And Waffle and Martha have been quiet for at least three hours.

A perfect day to soak my aching toes in Fizz and sing my toe-soaking song.

A one, a two, a one, two, three, four, toeses like roses, and who could be calling?

Everyone knows this is my toe-soaking time.

Hello!

Hey, Mr. Shnoos, sorry to bother you during your toe-soaking time, but. Hey, Mr. Snooze.

Sorry to bother you during your toe soaking time, but we need you over at the Physimatic machine.

Sparky, I'm only midway through my toe soaking song.

It's an emergency, Mayor, Snooze.

An emergency? All right, I'll dry my toes and ride my six-wheel bike over.

An emergency at the phys-o-matic machine is never good.

If we can't make healthy fizzy treats, Fluesville will fall apart.

Something tells me that Martha and Waffle are behind this. Mr. Snooze, thank you for coming. The phys-matic machine is broken.

Look what happens when I push the fizz button.

Yeesh, that is one broken phys-o-matic machine, and a very sparkly one.

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