The day was slow. So, because absolutely no one in Bonnie Bowl, he began bowling himself. He held his orange bowling ball, and raised his arm. He swung his arm low, and let go of the ball. A strike. No matter how perfect he was, he never got tired of bowling.

But, all this bowling was working him up. Luckily, Bonnie Bowl had an ice cream parlor right by the alleys! As he approached, he noticed something peculiar. Usually, The parlor had a perky bot manning the station, CB. But she wasn't there. Odd.

"CB? You in there?"

He asked leaning over the counter to peer into the backrooms. His ears drooped as he saw two familar skates attatched to legs. Then he heard her call out.