Trivia Crack: Willy to the Rescue! (A Trivia Crack fanfiction)

Chapter 1 The Flu Bug

It was a nice, warm, and sunny day in Trivia Land. All of the trivies were free from The Evil Rocky's clutches. Willy had saved them once again. It seemed like today was going to be nothing but peace and happiness.

But, it was not to be.

Tina woke up. Her red bristles were a huge mess. Hair curlers were everywhere on her bed and floor. But, the worst part of all, she felt terrible. Her throat was sore, her muscles ached, sweat poured down from all over, but most alarming of all, she felt nauseous and dizzy.

"Oh, my. I don't feel well.", she said.

She went over to her side of the bathroom she shared with the other trivies and grabbed a thermometer. She placed it under her tongue.

102 degrees.

"Oh, my! This isn't good! I better tell the others!", she said.

She went to Pop's room. Pop was in. She knocked. "Come in.", a raspy voice answered. Tina was surprised. She did not expect Pop's voice to sound harsh. She went in and saw a terrible mess.

Pop was covered in a blanket, wrapped around him. Sweat dripped off his pale face and he was shivering. He sneezed loudly into his blanket. Popcorn from his head went flying everywhere. Tina flinched to avoid the flying popcorn flung at her.

"You don't look well, Pop. I don't either. Are you OK?", Tina asked. "Yes, I am fine, just a little under the weather.", he replied.

Then, Tito walked out of his room.

"Could you guys keep it down, please?", he asked nicely. "I feel ill and I am trying to rest."

Bonzo and Hector came out of their respective rooms and neither one of them looked any better.

"I am not happy about this, now how am I... *sneeze* ... going to play sports?!", Bonzo asked.

"Pray tell, I feel dreadfully ill. Oh, woe the day!", said Hector.

Hector turned around and sneezed into a handkerchief. He, then, turned to face the others.

"Pardon me, I am ill.", he said.

Albert, or Al, as he preferred to be called, walked out of his room- slash lab- and had the diagnosis in his hands, while looking pale and weak himself.

"The flu is going around and it has infected all of us. We must rest and take the day off if we are going to get better.", he announced.

Tito coughed. "But, how are we going to get better if all of us are sick? No one is here to take care of us or help us.", he asked.

Bonzo was confused until he had an idea. "I will call Willy to help us. He always is there for us when we need him.", he suggested.

"But, will Willy agree to take care of all of us? That is a big job on its own. We can't rely on Willy for everything.", Tina remarked.

The other trivies nodded, knowing that Tina had a point.

"I think is worth a try. Besides, we need help. *sneeze* *cough* *cough* I think Willy will understand.", Tito spoke up.

Al nodded. "Go and call Willy, Bonzo. Hopefully, he will agree to help.", Al said, hopefully.

Bonzo went back into his room and made the call.

It was time for help.