Charlie had found the baby penguin, but unfortunately someone wanted to prevent him from taking it with him. A large ball of ice that Charlie secretly called "Ice Bully" had kidnapped the baby as a slave. Now this bullet wanted to fight Charlie and make him a slave too. The young dog didn't know what to do, Ice Bully was much bigger and stronger than him and was made of solid ice. Moment, ice cream?
"Ha, I've found your weak point!" Shouted Charlie and sprinted towards Ice Bully. He jumped on it and ... started licking it!
"Hey, what's this? Are you going to quit? Leave me alone!"
But Charlie didn't mind, he licked his tongue vigorously over the cold surface and ... froze tight. Can you believe it?
"Mixes," Charlie cursed as he dangled hanging from his tongue.
"Charlie, have you never heard that you shouldn't lick smooth surfaces in winter?"
"Nah, where did esch scholl?"
It was true, in the desert it was never so cold that you could freeze somewhere.
Bell shook himself and tried to shake off the annoying flea sack, but he would not succeed. When that didn't help, he jumped to his side to flatten the mutt that had dared stand against him. Charlie, however, fidgeted so much that Ice Bully slipped and slammed onto the edge of the plateau. Charlie was able to tear himself away (not without screaming, because it was very painful) and built himself up in front of the lying Ice Bully.
"Now I'm going to finish you!"
He gave him a kick that he rolled the last bit to the abyss. He fell down and got his horn stuck in the ice.
"Shit, I'm stuck! Well wait, you fool, when I get out of here, you can do what hehey!"
Charlie had cheekily lifted his leg and relieved himself on the precipice, right above Ice Bully.
"Wow, Charlie, you showed him!", Astonished voice.
"Huh, who did I show what?"
"And you're stupid again ..."

Charlie ignored the annoying voice in his head (although it wasn't in his head at all) and happily marched across the bridge.
"Uh, haven't you forgotten something?"
He turned and saw the baby standing there, trembling on the edge.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot."
He ran to the edge, looked down and then shouted: "You lost and I won, na na na na na!"
"Charlie!"
"It's okay."
He turned to the trembling baby and opened his backpack.
"Hop in, kid."
The bay did as it was told and looked out of the opening.
"Oh, isn't that cute?" Asked voice with a touched voice.
Immediately, however, this sweet moment was destroyed by a certain dog who stuffed the baby's head into the backpack with his paw and cursed: "Come on, there's still plenty of room!"
He closed the backpack, put it back on, and padded away. Voice could have killed him if she had found a suitable weapon.She did her best to glare at Charlie, which isn't that easy when you don't have a body to do this for you. So Charlie didn’t notice anything and paddled on comfortably, he was even glad that his voice was finally quiet.

When he finally reached the penguin mom, he took off the backpack, turned it over and shook it vigorously. All his belongings tumbled out (including the baby) and lay there in the snow. He pushed a few things aside to shovel the baby penguin free and then pointed to it: "Tadaa!"
The baby immediately waddled over to his mother, clutching her leg in fear as it stared at Charlie.
"Oh, you saved my little one! Here, take this note, I don't know what it does, but maybe you can use it."
The mother penguin gave Charlie a gold note, who immediately put it in the music bag, where she was safe.
"That was grade number 2! Time for a victory dance."
Charlie jumped on his hind paws and made crazy jumping motions on the spot.
"Oh yeah, I'm so great, I'm the coolest, I'm Charlie."
"Don't you think you're exaggerating?" Asked the annoyed voice.
Charlie dropped onto his front paws and padded off in a huff. On his way to the plateau on which he had found the baby, he had noticed a small house on the edge. What might be in there?
"Let's find out!"
"I beg your pardon?" Asked Voice.
Charlie looked up in surprise (even if he couldn't look at voice): "Oh, I was just talking to myself. I do that sometimes."
"Oh, I do that too sometimes. I love hearing my voice."
Yes, yes, there are things. At least after a while Charlie reached the hut that stood so abandoned on the mountain. But it didn't seem quite so deserted, as some smoke rose from the chimney.
"Where there is smoke, there has to be someone and where there is someone, it has to be warm," said Charlie and opened the door. In fact, there was a round figure in there who was turning around and shouting loudly: "Hui, it's going around here!"
Charlie approached the person. On closer inspection, the figure turned out to be a round person with a red robe and a circular, white mask on his face. The mask looked like a frightened face or like the face of a ghost, depending on what you thought of first.
Charlie, of course, didn't think of either, actually he wasn't thinking at all, instead he went around in circles and thought it was fun.
But that drew the attention of the round fellow, who was watching him with great interest.
"Interesting," he muttered.
"Not bad at all," he said.
"Of course!" He called.
Charlie stopped and looked at the guy.
“But, young friend, don't be so afraid, I don't mean any harm to you,” the little man reassured him, “if I may introduce myself, my name is Round-Guy.I am a master of rounding, the best in my class. And you, my young friend, you have the equipment in you to become a true rounding specialist. "
"Round up? What is that? Can you eat that?"
Round-Guy laughed: "But no, that's a special technique that makes everything round."
"Now that you say it, you're a bit round."
"A little bit? I am the roundest person ever, I embody rounding myself! But no matter, let's come to you. So that you too become a rounding master, you should attend my special course. For just ... let's say 100 thalers, I'll make it out you a rounding master, what do you say? "
"100 ?! I don't have that much!" Shouted Charlie, shocked. Where was he going to find so much money?
"Don't you? Well, then you won't be able to use my art until further notice ..."
"Wait, isn't there another option?"
The master of rounding thought: "Well, you could also attend my simple course, it doesn't cost you anything, but it takes years before you can call yourself a master. Do you have that much time."
"Uh ..."
Charlie counted with his fingers.
"No, don't do it, don't have that much time."
"Well, then either 100 thalers or you will never become a master of rounding.
Disappointed, the young dog left the rounding master's hut and ran through the cold snow again.
"100 thalers, where should I get them from?"
"Just ask Gumbernd, maybe he has an idea!"
"Hey, that's not such a bad idea!"

So Charlie marched through the portal into the gumba forest again. He went to Gumbernd's "house" and asked his advice. The mushroom thought for a long time and came to the conclusion: "Have you ever tried begging?"
"I don't think that will do any good."
"Then I dont know anymore."
Charlie sighed and left, but was stopped again by Gumbernd: "Wait, I can think of something else! Such a strange guy is looking for you, he wants something from you! I don't know who he is, but he looks very strange , I guess it's not from here. You might want to be careful. "

A stranger who was looking for Charlie and who didn't seem to fit into this world? Could that be Pikachu? There was a good chance he had followed him. Well that would be a good thing, Pikachu must have had money to pump out to Charlie. And even if he didn't, he'd probably have tons of ideas on how to get them, because Pikachu was clever.
So he went to Lake Gumba, for the stranger was supposed to be waiting for him there.
Was the stranger really Pikachu? And what if not? Then who was this man and what did he want from him? Is it a new enemy? One can be curious.