Timothy found himself all alone somewhere in the snowy woods. He was wearing a festive jacket, mittens, a hat, snow shoes and of course his Lightning McQueen Pull Ups, while riding his familar bike and it's just as familiar training wheels.
He soon came upon a very snowy hill and somehow knew to try and ride to the top of it. He began to pedal upward. He started off OK, but his training wheels soon skidded on the snow and his bike slid backwards back to the foot of the hill. Timothy tried again to try and climb the steep hill, but his training wheels just couldn't take the effort and his bike slid down again. He tried once more to climb up the hill. He peddled and panted, huffed, puffed and put as much effort into it as he could, but alas poor Timothy and his bike slid down to the foot of the hill. Timothy looked saddened as he caught his breath, looking at the seemingly unpassable snowy hill in front of him.
'Do you need a helping paw there?' came a voice from behind him.
Timothy turned around and saw a friendly looking fat bunny wearing a Santa Claus outfit.
'Erm...Yeah, I can't get up this big hill. Can you help me?' asked Timothy.
'But of course I can. You just peddle Timothy, while I'll push you from behind.' replied the bunny.
'Huh? How do you know my name?' Timothy asked.
'Oh I'm sorry. I'm Santa Buns. I always help out children where they are stuck like this while they try to ride through the snow. We better get a move on.'
So Timothy began to peddle on his bike, while Santa Buns placed both his paws onto Timothy's butt, just above his bike saddle and began to push. Slowly Timothy began to go up the hill, thanks to Santa Buns' efforts.
'HOORAY! I'm going up now!' Timothy cried with delight.
'Push, push, push that butt! Heave ho, heave ho and up you go!' chanted Santa Buns.
However as they reached the middle of the hill, Timothy's bike got caught in some very heavy snow. Timothy peddled and peddled, but his bike would not go forward. Santa Buns, then put a lot more effort into moving the bike by applying a bit more 'umph' to Timothy's butt, hearing the crunching sound of his Pull Ups as he does so.
'Heave ho, up you go! Heave ho, up you go!' he chanted and soon Timothy's bike was freed from the snow.
Timothy sighed with relief and that he was glad that he wasn't stuck again. Santa Buns eased the pressure on Timothy and his Pull Ups as they continued going up the hill. But not long afterwards, the bike got stuck again in some deep snow. Timothy peddled hard, but his main bike wheels would not go anywhere. Once again Santa Buns applied more pushing power to Timothy's butt and to his Pull Ups, causing them to crinkle and crunch a lot more.
'Heave ho, up you go! You won't be beaten by this snow! Heave ho, up you go!' he chanted, but this time, no matter how hard he pressed and pushed, Timothy and his bike were staying put at that troublesome spot.
'Oh no, what are we going to do?' thought Timothy out loud.
'Let's catch our breaths first and try again.' suggested Santa Buns.
After they caught their breaths, the duo tried again. Timothy peddled as hard as he could, as his main bike wheels continued to spin, while Santa Buns returned to pushing on Timothy's butt, crinlkiling up his Pull Ups.
'Push that butt, push that butt! Heave ho, up you go! You won't be beaten by the snow! Heave ho, up you go!' chanted Santa Buns.
All the heaving, straining and peddling finally did the trick as Timothy and his bike were free from the snow and Santa Buns reduced the pressure on the Pull Ups and on Timothy's backside as they continued to venture uphill.
Finally the duo can see the top of the hill, and with one final mighty heave from Santa Buns, Timothy and his Bike made it to the top, as snow began to fall from the sky.
'Thank you Santa Buns for helping me with my bike. I'm hoping one day to climb up a big hill without my training wheels. But I still need them now.' said Timothy.
'I'm sure one day you will do it. By the way, those are some nice Pull Ups you have on there.' replied Santa Buns.
Timothy just blushed a little in response, before looking up at the snowy sky as a snowflake fell onto his nose.
All of a sudden, Timothy woke up. He saw himself inside a tent, resting next to his best friend Friendly Fox. The uphill struggle was just a dream. Timothy then quickly checked himself in case he did have an accident, but he was still dry for the moment. He laid back into his sleeping bag and made himself comfortable once more.
But before he closed his eyes and went back to sleep, he said to himself 'Thank you, Santa Buns, Happy Christmas.'
The End!
