You find the Icy Penguin Spirit waddling into your home, having squeezed through the open patio door, mesmerized by the sight of your ice rink in the backyard. Fascinated by the gleaming ice, the Spirit starts to slide around the kitchen tiles, leaving little wet footprints. You try to gently coax the Spirit with a piece of fish, but it spins and glides away, chirping gleefully.