Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

Oh, goodness gracious, it's just you.

Well, I hope you aren't expecting me to show you around today because I am stuck in bed with a foot injury.

Oh, just listen to my fizzy foot.

Well, you see, as mayor of Flusville that I am, Mr. Shnoos, the mayor of Flusville,

I spend my days riding my six-wheel bicycle from emergency to emergency,

most of which are caused by Martha and Waffle, of course.

Yesterday I arrived at a new emergency and I was about to put on my bike's parking break

when Martha and Waffle jumped out in Halloween masks and it wasn't even Halloween.

Obviously I'm distracted and since my bike isn't in park

it rolls backwards over my fizzy foot. My doctor says I need to stay in bed for a whole day.

No excitement, just calm and quiet rest. Surprise! What are you two doing in my room? We felt bad about earlier when you hurt your foot.

So, we made you a get-well-soon gift basket. Tadda!

Ow, you dropped it right on my fizzy foot.

Sorry about that, but you got a basket.

Well, I do like gift basket, so yeah, let's take a look.

A duck call, a broken car horn, a jar of mysterious goo, and miniature donkey figurine.

Amazing, right?

There were also fizz bars,

but we ate them on the way over.

Pardon me.

Thank you for the basket of

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