Ok Then: Frosty Fever

It's been quite the time since we have checked with our nameless hero, by now he has finished up his whole cake and remodeled his once... charred home. "Now I got something much better for a house!" He thought to himself. "A nice, cosy, welcoming, run down cabin!!" Questionable house choice aside, he rushed into the cabin, because now, it was cold and dark. Just like something' heart which came with our hero.

It was the duck. "Hollywood didn't really work out," he blabbered, "you practically have to kill yourself to get in the big leagues!" Before our hero could ask a question, he was hushed by the duck's fuzzy feathers. "Now I know what you're saying, I can't crash here! But don't worry! It's not like it's the whole winter!" Just then, a big wave of lightning struck around the cabin atop the hill, caving the whole house with despair-inducing snow.

"Well, figures." Squawked the duck.

And So, for the next 30 days, our protagonist and the duck paced back and forth thinking what to do. The duck was getting restless... "its been 12 days, I'm doomed, I tell ya! Doomed!! Doomed to starve next to a fire- resistant t shirt wearing hoodlum!!!" The hero was a bit angry but thought against cooking the duck for a Christmas meal, as his constant chatter would sour the gravy.

But after 24 days, the duck snapped like an twig in a shredder. He was bouncing wall to wall, door to door, sink to sink, gaining energy clamoring: "must get out, hoo hoo, gotta get out, Haa Haa!! Broadway's waiting!" Of course our protagonist tried to stop the crazed duck with a baseball glove, but after his hand turned into a melted smore. IT WAS TOO LATE! the duck gained too much energy and turned into a house's worst nightmare:

A makeshift bomb.

And it was gonna detonate on the 30th day, so our hero made a makeshift Fort out of metal pans, wooden beams and broken dreams and waited for the worst. 30th arrives and the whole cabin detonates. Millions of snow, wood and other debris flew out of the sky, aswell as our hero, who was safe from his explosion-resistant trousers, and the duck, who was charred like a burnt walkers crisp.

"Well," declared the duck, "guess we are going south!" And indeed they were! As they flew through the night sky to find a new home. Great for a new chapter. And all the protagonist could say was "OK then."