It was a normal day. Quackity walking down the Mexican streets, the sun rising in the far, beautifully. Looking for something to eat. Wearing his iconic Beanie. The streets not too crowded, just fine. It was enjoyable just walking down the streets of Mexico. A warm environment.

It was just another day for quakity, this time day dreaming until he bumped into something or rather someone. Just a random person, or was it? The voice seemed awfully familiar.

Quackity:"Hey! Watch where you're going, even though it's partly my fault..."