Riddle Park Shenanigans

Riddles in Park

Phil Eggtree, along with his good pals Smiley Sundae and Phred Whistler, all sat around under a tree in a park, exhausted. The three, along with another good friend who went by the name of Zack Kelvin, were planning to have a fun day outside in the park. Summer break for them had just arrived, and now they finally had more time to hang out together! What more than to spend your youth with friends outside once school was out?

Unfortunately the sun had other plans.

The sun burned so fiercely they felt like it had the intent to cook them alive. The trio relaxed under a tall tree, hoping to find some kind of comfort. Though, no matter where they sat, the heat always managed to find them.

"Shouldn't we just go home?" Smiley whined, her hair in complete disarray as sweat trickled down her forehead, "I don't think it's worth getting a sun burn here..."

"I would but our parents just dropped us off and left." Phil responded, sweating just as much as both Smiley and Phred, "And does it look like my family would be lending me a phone anytime soon?"

Phred let out a heavy sigh for the upteenth time so far, "Man I should really check the weather channel more often."

"Why does this have to happen the ONE day we arrange a meetup?!" Said Phil, ever so clearly aggravated.  "I really can't take it any longer."

He sat upright and lifted the green sweatshirt (which he wore seemingly 24/7) off. Phil sighed, hoping it'd cause some relief, but the heat didn't change one bit to him.

"Dude, I don't think I've ever seen you take off that hoodie." Phred marvelled. He thought the Newgrounds shirt underneath was familiar but he couldn't quite pinpoint where or when he had seen it.

Smiley joined in, "Me neither, you look different!" She grinned, "In a good way, of course."

"Well congrats, now you've seen me without my sweatshirt. What do you want? A medal?"

Suddenly, an extra shadow cast over the three as the light from the sun was shielded from them. Upon looking up, it was the figure of a familiar friend of theirs.

"There you are, Zack!" Phred greeted, in a slightly aggressive tone, "Where were you?!"

He shrugged, "Sorry man," Zack unapologetically responded. "Parents made me haul out the trash again."

While the two bickered, Phil noticed something off. Despite the intense, unbearable heat, Zack seemed perfectly fine. Along with the fact that he was—

"I'm sorry Zack but are you wearing a sweater?" Phil interrupted,

"Huh? Yeah." Zack looked down at his clothes and back to Eggtree, "What about it? I've always worn these clothes."

"Are you not hot??" Phil looked baffled, simply looking at Zack's warm clothes in this weather made him feel 90% closer to death.

"Oh I am! I believe I'm extremely good looking, don't you think?"

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Fine. You're no fun." Zack rolled his eyes, "What's wrong with you all anyway? It's not that hot."

"Not that hot?" Phred looked livid as he stood up, "NOT THAT HOT!?"

"Careful dude. The heat might make you angrier." Kelvin taunted.

"Zack's right though," Smiley butted in, "It's not just hot, it's scorching."

"Seriously, what's the big issue?" The flameboy genuinely looked confused.

"The issue is; one, you are literally wearing a sweater in the summer." Listed Phil as he got up as well, leaning against the tree behind them. "Two, we aren't like you, Zack. We don't have the same heat resistance like you do. To us, this weather makes us feel like rotisserie chickens."

Phred rolled his eyes, "Of course he has no problem with the sun, he's got a literal flame on his head for crying out loud!"

"Wow. Tragic. I'm so hurt." Zack sniffled jokingly,

"I wish you were still cold," Smiley finally stood up and leaned on Zack's shoulder, "Maybe then we could cool down or something."

"I think I'd rather die then become unbearably cold again." Zack spoke as he pushed her off, "Plus, you guys use me as a personal heater during the winter anyway!"

Soon, a familiar, cheerful little tune echoed and made it's way into the quartet's hearing. As the source of the sound drew closer, around the corner popped out a colourful ice cream truck.

"Holy Flozwad." Phil and co. stared at the upbeat truck, which already had eager children running up to it.

"The timing of this could never have been more perfect." Phil fumbled with the pockets on his jeans, "Anybody got some spare change?"

"You're seriously gonna get ice cream from that truck?" Phred snickered, "What are you, seven?"

"We're literally 10 years old, Phred." Phil snapped back, "I can get whatever ice cream I want."

"Wrong, I'm 11."

"Thanks for your totally important input, Zack."

"Hey man," Phred continued, "I'm just saying, I ain't trust those trucks. White vans with the intention of selling ice cream to children, does that not sound wrong to you?"

"Hey if you are just gonna complain guess it just means more ice cream for me!" Responded Phil with a small tinge of sass, "Have fun dying of a heat stroke!"

"Says the fried eggtree."

"Take that back. Take it back or I will personally smite you."

"Sheesh, if you two are just gonna argue then can I just go ahead and get the ice cream?" Smiley interrupted, slightly annoyed, "That truck might be leaving anytime soon."

Phil sighed. "Yeah, sure." He turned to her and handed over a few coins, "Make sure to get us something good, Smiles."

Smiley clutched the coins in hand and skipped towards the ice cream truck. Meanwhile, Zack and Phred gave a strange look to Phil, which he noticed.

"What...?" He looked slightly uncomfortable with their odd stare, "What's with that look?"

"Did you really just call her 'Smiles'?" Teased Zack, who had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

"I know what you're gonna say next. Don't say it. Any more teasing from you two about us together will make me feel violent impulses."

After a short while, Smiley returned, brighter than usual. "They only had these ones left, but I hope it's alright!" She handed everyone a wrapped popsicle, each one a random flavour. The other three all gave their thanks.

As Phil bit into his popsicle, a wave of relief washed over him. "Finally. A cold source to fend off this Hellhole you call a park."

Zack rolled his eyes at his friend's dramatic act. "Still don't get why it's so bad."

"Speaking of which," Began Phil, "Why are you eating a popsicle if you hate the cold so much?"

"I hated BEING cold." Zack waved his popsicle around, "Everything else is okay."

The bald kid shrugged in response, "Not sure I understand, but alright."