[b][i][u]One Peculiar Morning...[/u][/i][/b] The man woke up to a strange morning jingle, pulling him out of his sleep. He checked the time, and determining that it was exactly 6:00am, got up quickly. "Okay, campers, rise and shine and don't forget your booties 'cause it's cold out there today!" The radio said, as he walked over in his practically pastel room to wash his face. "It's cold out there every day! What is this, Miami Beach?" The other host began to say. "Not hardly. And you know, you can expect hazardous travel later today with that, you know, that, uh, that blizzard thing." "That blizzard - thing. That blizzard - thing. Oh, well, here's the report! The National Weather Service is calling for a 'big blizzard thing!'" "Yessss, they are. But you know, there's another reason why today is especially exciting." "Especially cold!" "Especially cold, okay, but the big question on everybody's lips..." He turned off the sink, and began to move over to the window. "On their chapped lips..." "On their chapped lips, right: Do ya think Phil is gonna come out and see his shadow?" "Punxsutawney Phil!" He opened the window blinds, and to his horror he witnessed a place that he'd never thought he'd see. A small town covered in snow, bustling with activity. This was, indeed, going to be the strangest thing to happen to him in his whole life. "That's right, woodchuck-chuckers - it's..." The first radio host said. Then, in unison... "GROUNDHOG DAY!" The man just stood there, staring out of the window for the longest time. "What am I, Bill Murray?" He said to himself. [spoiler]It's Groundhog Day mother-blam!-ers! Closed, because reasons. It's especially cold there, and I don't want to risk any of your characters stealing Phil and giving him a chance to drive. Usually ends in a... well... he'll be fine. *Spectacular car explosion* Well... probably not now.[/spoiler]