Space is fickle in the desert. Slim and Gim crawled for what seemed like ever, yet felt no closer to a cool drink.

The tornado subsided, leaving Slim and Gim uninjured in open desert. Slim spied seated figures on the horizon.

Pim on the other hand moved fluidly through the floodwater, encountering an old acquaintance.

Borne aloft by the tornado, the bottle burst into perilous shards, freeing Gim in the process.

Pim missed the tornado by stopping at a tiki bar for a fruit drink, where he was joined by a Well-Dressed Albatross.

Moments after the tornado things were still and silent and empty. No water, no fish, no bottle, no Gim, no Slim.

Slim found the oasis, unaware that Gim was bottled at its nadir, and equally unaware of the approaching weather.

Pim had left Slim to look for Gim. Then some weather showed up.

But it WAS an oasis. Gim rehydrated and swelled so that the bottle was on the verge of bursting.