(Crusher angrily shouted at Pickle.)
Crusher: Pickle!!!! What the heck are you doing!?! That vacuum is very dirty!!! Now, the dust is inside my body now!!! Enough vacuuming-- (inhales as he's about to sneeze) ACCCHHHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
(Crusher sneezes very hard and loud as he covers his face with the mattress, freaking Blaze out.)
Blaze: Crusher! You're spreading the virus!!!
(Pickle steps back as Blaze leaves the garage and returns inside, holding a bug killer spray to prepare to spray at Crusher.)
Crusher: (freaking out as he comes out of the mattress) Blaze!!! What are you gonna do with that bug killer spray!?!?!
Blaze: This will stop spreading the virus!!
(He pushes the trigger, tiny droplets come out, pointing at Crusher.)
Crusher: (waving his tires as he tries to stop the droplets coming at him) Blaze!!! Stop spraying!!! I'm getting --- Wait, stop spraying, Blaze. I can feel like I'm smelling something.
(He sniffs around him and his tires too, gasps.)
Crusher: (gasping) Wait, my cold is gone.
Pickle: Really, Crusher? Your cold is gone?
Crusher: Yes, Pickle. (gasping) And my fever's gone too! Blaze, Pickle, touch my head like my hotness is gone too.
(They touch his head, surprising them and they let go of Crusher's head.)
Blaze: Crusher, your fever's gone!
Pickle: And the hotness gone too!!
Crusher: Now I feel well again! Thanks, guys. Thanks for taking care of me.
Blaze: No problem.
Pickle: But before we go, you need... (he picks out a medicine oil and a spoon.) medicine oil.
Crusher: Oh, right.
(He puts the medicine oil on the spoon and feeds him on Crusher's mouth.)
Crusher: (he swallows as he tastes the medicine) Yummy, but thanks, Pickle.
Pickle: No worries, Pickle.
Blaze: Let's clean this mess up.
(They start cleaning everything up. Blaze gets the broom and dustpan, sweeps all the tissues on the floor, and dumps them inside the trash can and puts it beside it. Pickle picks up the thermometer and goes to the shelf and puts it in. Crusher pushes the bed and moves it beside the shelf. Then, Pickle picks the vacuum up and puts it away. Blaze picks up the bug spray and also puts it away just like Pickle. Finally, everything is all cleaned up, they gathered around.)
Blaze: So, everything looks cleaned up!
Pickle: So do I!
Crusher: Blaze, you were right all the time.
Blaze: About what?
Crusher: Like you said to me before that eating two ice creams would make me sick.
Blaze: Ohhh, okay. Well, it seemed you've learned your lesson. So, let's go! Race to the Monster Dome! Let's race!
Pickle: Yippee!
(They race out of the garage till Blaze stopped and saw one tissue paper.)
Blaze: Oops. Better throw in the bin.
(He crumples it and rolled into a ball and toss in the trash.)
Blaze: Score!
Crusher: (shouting from a distance) Blaze! Where are you?
Blaze: Oh, coming!
(He went out of the garage and closes the two doors and left as the screen fades to black, ending the scene.)
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Crusher's Sick-tastrophe Day
AdventureCrusher was very sick and had a high fever. This happened because he ate too much ice cream and then took a bath in the rain for too long after the race. Blaze and Pickle are going to take care of him, but Crusher refuse to let the two of them takin...
