Cuba, Finland, a belvedere.

Finland and Cuba sat at a small table on a belvedere. They sipped grape juice and ate graham crackers and generally enjoyed the day.

"Finland?"

"Yes?" Finland replied, taking a bite of a graham cracker.

"What do you know…About Iceland's puffin?"

Finland pauses in chewing, looking at Cuba in confusion. He swallowed and asked, "Why?"

"I have suspicions about the bird." Cuba said cynically, rubbing his chin and staring dramatically off into the distance.

"Erm…well…" Finland sat awkwardly, thinking.

Then he leaned forward, beckoning Cuba to do the same.

"He has my favorite hat hostage."

"…What?"

"My hat." Finland's eyes welled up with tears. "I love it so, and for months that diabolical puffin has been holding it hostage for…"

"For what?" Cuba said, anticipating.

"One million dollars."

"NO WAY!"

"Shhhh, shhh!" Finland cried, looking around him nervously.

"Cuba?" Finland said tentatively, a tear escaping and streaking down his cheek. "Will you help me rescue my hat?"

"Of course, Finland. Of course."

They sat in silence.

"So, how's Seychelles?"

"Erm, why are you asking me this?"

"Well, you talk to her more then I do."

"…Well…" Cuba trailed off, frowning.

"What?"

"She kind of turned into a fish."

"WHAT?"

Suddenly a large blue fish flopped onto the belvedere out of nowhere.

"Glub glub." Glubbed the fish.

"*&^% *}#!" exclaimed Cuba.

"GAH!" cried Finland.