EP. 14: LET IT SNOW

Yellow knew it wasn’t supposed to snow in a bathroom but what kind of winter would have it been without a touch of snow? He was convinced it was snow who made the Christmas magic or at the very least the winter worth freezing over. 

Not that a rubber ducky could actually freeze, they were more scared by melting. Philosophers quarrel whether hell is ice or fire, rubber ducks thinks it is fire, yellow had his own belief. Hell was a bathtub full of yellow rubber ducks identical to him. 
It was probably a memory of the moment our little Yellow was created but it would never admitted it. 
But all the gibberish in the world concerning this stuff was not as important as make it snow in the bathroom. 
But our little friend was a clever clogs (or at least so he thought about himself) and he was always up to something. He called Orange, the brother he searched for when he knew everyone else would have disapproved, he was a tough guy though not as smart as himself. 
Like Battlestar Galactica’s Cylons, Yellow had a plan.
It always started with a good idea and quite often ended in the tube. 
Yellow and Orange tore up a great deal of toilet paper and climbed the cabinet (he choose a place as far away from the tube as he could) dragging a huge, heavy something wrapped in a towel. 
Violet caught sight of them and sighed, she knew they were up to something. The rubber siblings unwrapped a hair-drier from the towel and Orange switched it on. 
Leaves of toilet paper flew down in the bathroom. All the bath’s population,  ducks and no ducks, looked up towards them, towards the falling snow. It was the wondrous thing they’d ever see. 
Mesmerized they all stayed in silence. Yellow’s  little rubber heart was going to explode out of joy. 
He urged Orange to rode the drier so they could direct the toilet paper. Orange, you should know him by now, without thinking twice, popped on the drier. 
He aimed the air everywhere…….he was galvanized and screamed like a cowboy on a crazy cow.
“Gosh Yellow it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever done…Ye Ha”. Nobody answered. He looked around and his bro was nowhere to be seen. After a while he found him. 
Bent on  ordering Orange where to direct the air, he’d placed himself in front of the drier and, for he was a tiny rubber thing, he’d flew with the paper. At the present, Yellow was in the washbasin scorned trying to get rid of the soaked toilet paper stuck all over him. 

Bottom line: water is wet.