A reporter came by to interview Frobie over the windfall he had won last week while passing through Vegas. The reporter was very polite when asking to see this pile of FrankNCents, so he was surprised to be met with Frobie's apologetic shrug. "They're all gone," he explained, "every last little cent." "I just don't see the point in hoarding and collecting those shiny round discs. There's an awful lot of fuss over them and they just take up so much room. So I used them to help improve the community." The stunned reporter looked around him now at an area that until quite recently had been nothing but a barren hillside. He could remember nothing here but piles of rubble and a dangerous winding path that was often where the slower of PnF Falls received their fair share of nasty injuries while trying to cross. Now a gentle lake lapped beside the path. The slowest of creatures needn't fear because a gently sloping overpass had been placed above the thoroughfare. Trees had been replanted and flowers and other decorations had been carefully arranged for the enjoyment of the locals. There was not a single bronze colored coin in sight. The reporter was stunned. Frobie just looked around at all his friends enjoying the beauty of the day and said, "what good would those old coins do me tucked away in the bottom of a treasure chest or under my mattress?" He held out a flipper as one of his butterfly neighbors alighted on his shoulder. She smelled slightly of the fruity drink she had been delicately sipping from moments before. Frobie was glad he had spent the extra FranNCents on the magic spell to constantly regenerate the drinks. Wasky, his beaver sidekick of a friend, did occasionally come up with brilliant ideas. Usually insane, but occasionally, one time in a thousand, his ideas were the stuff of legend. Drawn back to the present, Frobie ushered the reporter over towards the lemonade stand where Wasky was just about to partake in a frozen delight. He would introduce the reporter to his sidekick and skillfully make his exit while the beaver chattered on. Frobie grinned evilly. Wasky's constant stream of conversation was as effective as any dam.