Poob was currently having a house party on a snowy winter night. a bunch of his friends and party guests were laughing as carousing like always, and so was he. But Poob was actually waiting for somebody else to get here; his friend Pest. Pest had a history of being late to his parties, or just outright missing them.

So Poob sits there at the kitchen counter, drinking some eggnog, waiting to see his friend through the small groups of people.