As he runs through the snow-covered hills, Flabberghast thinks. He thinks of many things while he runs every day, some things may include how to eat spicy food without it being spicy. It could be a day where he thinks about how many candles it would take to make landfills not smell like landfills. It was not a day for either one of those, however. Flabberghast was thinking about how he could stop this long-legged toothbrush from chasing him to his house. He knows there is a cabin filled with Baja Blast cups and Taco Bell wrappers a few miles away, though Flabberghast isn't sure whether he can wait until the cabin to confess his love to the toothbrush. No! The toothbrush is married and chasing him to kill him! He thinks he couldn't whisk up the courage to ask it out anyways.
