You hear birds chirp from above you, the breeze whooshing past you. You're currently out for a lovely stroll, having nothing important to do today. Plus, why waste such perfect weather?

Up ahead of you, you spot Bubble, who's sitting under a large oak wood tree, relaxing in the shade. But you notice something rather odd above her. A large, almost cartoonishly large, anvil is hanging by a rope on one of the thick branches of the tree, threatening to fall on her and pop her. Well, that won't do.

The rope seems to be coming from some bushes nearby. You quickly go towards them, determined to not let Bubble pop again, and, what do you know, you find Blocky. He's holding the rope, about to let go and have the anvil drop straight onto Bubble. He looks mildly suprised, and a tad annoyed, to be caught.

"..."