You were on the outskirts of your nation, better known as 'the Snowfalls'. In the distance you thought you saw Tommy who was alone walking around, this was strange since he was normally accompanied by Wilbur.

You decided to go talk to him, everything was going well until Wilbur, your hateful rival, appeared, although he seemed like a simpleton.

"Oh, Quackity my dear rival~"

Wilbur purred with a mocking voice, looking directly into your eyes, with a slight desire in them, with a smile.