Splashy, splash, splash, splash.

Come on, Waffle, all these puddles won't splash themselves.

Ah, sorry, Martha.

I'm just not in the mood for splashing.

I'm gonna walk down to the lake

and listen to the quiet sounds of boringness.

Oh! Hi there, listener. I didn't see you sneak in. I guess you're wondering why Waffle is so bummed.

Well, the thing is, fizzies don't mix well with rain. It takes the fizz right out of us, and for the last

three days, we've had a massive rainstorm. What? You didn't think it rained in Flusville?

Oh, it rains, and it really got to waffle. I mean, it stopped raining, and he's still down in the dumps.

But don't worry, I'm an expert at cheering up Waffle.

Observe.

Hey, Waffle! Look at my new puddle dance!

That was so fun! Your turn to boogie down, Waffle.

You can take my turn, Martha.

I can't find the energy to boogie right now, much less boogie down.

I may have lost the boogie entirely.

Lost the boogie? But your boogie to the bone.

I was. Now I'm more into sitting.

Did you just sit in the lake?

You didn't even belly flop.

This is serious.

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