(Luan, Zaptor, and Vulk are walking along)
Zaptor: So then, he said "Don't take any wooden Nixels! (All three laugh until he falls in a hole)
Luan: Whoa, talk about a "sinking" feeling. (laughs) Get it?
Zaptor: (Jumps out) WHO PUT THIS POTHOLE HEEEERRRRE?! (Points to the pothole.) This is a serious safety hazzzzzzard! I just fell in it! Like this! (Walking in place, trips into pothole) Do de do do do do do do... Wah! Even you could fall in it! Like this! (Pushes Vulk in pothole, Vulk mildly screams.) Even you, like this. (pushes Luan in the hole)
Luan: Oh, I get the "pothole". (laughs)
Zaptor: Every Mixel, young and old, is at risk! And (Accidentally knocks Vulk back into pothole.) furthermore, an unzzzightly blemished to our beautiful and precious, to-be-protected landzzzzcape!
Luan: And you know the old saying.
Vulk: (pulls out Cubit) Let's mix it to fix it.
Zaptor: (Zaps self) Yeah!
All 3: Mix! ( pulled into a musical organ and Mix. The Mix rubs