Our hero finds himself feeling groggy, waking in bed at 3 hours past high-sun. As he looks at the sundial on his wall a look of dismay crosses his face and he realises the time for action is at hand! Leaping out of bed he scours his padded room for the necessary items required for protection from the freezing winds outside, this time opting for comfortable clothes instead of the hero standard issue spandex, (it makes his bum look big). On his way out the door he grabs several small green pieces of paper which can be traded for goods or services at markets in distant lands.

As our hero climbs down the mountain to the foothills below, he wonders to himself what to do today. Sick of fighting crime and protecting justice and liberty, Mazasaurus opts to have a day of rest to prepare himself for whatever battles may need to be fought tomorrow. Removing a can of liquid breakfast, (Pepsi?) from the cool-box he begins to feel more alert and ready for a journey to the nearby markets at Shopping-centia. He signals goodbye to his furry feline friends and steps out into the cold frozen wastes of Ice-o-topia and closes the door to a better place, (no, not the pearly gates) behind him and sets off into the blizzard.

The path is winding and slippery, and Mazasaurus is often forced into the wilderness to avoid the lumbering objects that produce profanities when moving over speed-bumps. Eventually our hero comes to a cross-road, and unsure of which direction to take, picks one at random and heads off with his scarf tied safely around his head. After a long tiresome journey he is getting weary and is forced to look for shelter where he can rest. Suddenly a light is seen in the distance and our hero is relieved to find the glowing beacon landmark of "Speedway" ahead of him. This marks the point near the end of Mazasaurus' journey for today before he must about face to return to the mansion from which he came. Off to the left he can see his ultimate destination, the fabled market of "KFC" which boasts superior fried chicken-ness food-stuff's and potato fries of glory, ready for any traveller with $7. As he pushes open the invissible doors, our hero is devastated to find another obstacle ahead! The dreaded 'Queue' monster!

Finally after another epic journey of titanic proportions, Mazasaurus finds himself able to purchase the greasy sustenance of goodness he has been waiting for! After devouring all the chicken he can contain, our hero wanders back out into the wilderness for the return journey, satisfied, ready to drift into peaceful slumber for another 18 hours or more upon his return.