[DibDob and the inadequately dressed hippo]

Wilfred is splashed. He splutters and spits out an unexpected mouthful of pool-water, frantically reaching up to wipe his glasses with a cloth as they near-instantly fog up.

Which of course means he has absolutely no chance of escaping the incoming bear hug.

Poor Dibbles.

Wheezing slightly, he awkwardly fumbles about for his notepad and pen, straining to give himself enough room to breathe. "N-nae jes' hang on a wee sec'. Would ya be saw kind as tae explain whit caused this disturbance? A-and mebbe let go just a bit 'fore I pass out on yon floor?"