“ Okay, now we’ re completely covered with snow. What are we going to do?” Von Gravel bellowed.“ I don’ t know! You’ re the one who caused us to fall down the cliff! It’ s your fault!”“ No! I dodged because you were coming toward me! It’ s your fault!” They argued back and forth until von Gravel realized that they had to work together to escape out of the snow before they both froze to death. Nevertheless, they were completely covered with it. They could hardly breathe because of the overwhelming snow. Von Gravel was stretched on the ground, both legs covered and secured with snow, one arm twisted in an unnatural angle. Then, a giant block of ice landed on Zamboni’ s face, which disabled him to speak clearly. Both of his legs were pinned to the ground, both arms numb under the heaps of snow. " Get me out of here, you murderer! Zamboni screamed. " Oh yeah? You should be complaining to yourself!" Von Gravel snarled. " Just get me out of here!" Zamboni wailed. " Listen, even though we ' re bitter enemies, we have to work together to break out of the snow. Here ' s a candy. Accept this as our sign of truce. If you don ' t, too bad. I have my men to rescue me." Von Gravel carefully suggested.
" Well, I have my men, too. In your face! My men are faster than yours!" Zamboni bragged, grinning triumphantly despite his helpless situation.
" Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah. Just accept the candy already." Von Gravel threw it with his free hand reluctantly, as this was his last piece of sweets in his pocket. " Fine, we ' re truced now." Zamboni mumbled. Von Gravel and Zamboni could not believe what they were doing just now. One minute, they were bitter enemies, and the other minute, they were colleagues who have to work together in order to survive.“ Do you want to scream to our men?” Zamboni suggested.“ Sure. On the count of three, shout HELP!!! One, two, three...” But they did not need to scream for help, as von Gravel’ s men were already sprinting towards them in a fast speed. But they were running with something else in their hands, something else that will harm and possibly kill them.
Von Gravel and Zamboni tried helplessly to stop their men from coming toward them, but it was no use. Not just that they couldn’ t move, the mens’ high-technology gun was no match to von Gravel and Zamboni’ s toy slingshots. A moment later, they found themselves surrounded by their own men, helpless. Seeing the men aim their gun at them, they both closed their eyes and breathed their last breaths.