Swelter Skelter

It's an incredibly hot day at the playground. Liftelle and Shiftette pant on the swings, while Jussy fans herself and sighs. Toothy slides down a slide, eager to have fun, but the hot metal melts his backside, smearing it on the slide.

Chips then casually walks by, holding a snow cone, and giggling to his heart's content. Liftelle and Shiftette spy the frozen treat and decide to steal it. Shiftette taps Chips on the shoulder from behind to get his attention. As the sisters laugh, Chips gasps and starts to back away. Shiftette sticks his leg out behind her, tripping Chips onto the ground. Chips' head cracks open (due to the heat) and his brain pours out, frying like an egg on the hot ground. Shiftette attempts to grab the snow cone in the air, but only succeeds in grabbing the cone. The ice falls out and instantly melts upon touching the ground.

The sisters are disappointed by their loss, when Sir Gron's ice cream truck pulls up. Liftelle and Shiftette spy Sir Gron standing next to the truck and get an idea. They kidnap him, take him to their apartment, and place him behind several fans so he can tell them how to cool down the room.

At first, Liftelle and Shiftette think it is paradise. They realize it's too cold, however, when their drinks have become frozen. The sisters don winter coats, now miserable from the increasing cold. To make matters worse, it begins to snow inside the room. Liftelle and Shiftette try to push Sir Gron outside, only to find the front door is frozen shut.

Thinking quickly, Liftelle tries to use a blowtorch to melt the ice around the door. It is so cold, however, that the flame freezes solid and falls off the torch. Gas still spouts from the torch as a confused Shiftette picks up the solid fire only to have it unfreeze in his warm mittens, setting her hands on fire.

A panicked Shiftette accidentally places her hands in front of the blowtorch, which is still spewing gas, causing an explosion of ice. The exploded, dead Liftelle is now encased in the massive ice block with numerous sharp icicles sticking out in front of her. Shiftette is alive, only a few inches away from the sharp points of the ice. She sighs at her good fortune, but slips on Liftelle's blood at her feet. She falls forward and impales himself in the eye and tongue on the ice, killing her.

Sir Gron, with the room now almost one big ice block, has gotten his drink out of the ice saftely.