However, since Suneo still had no idea what exactly was going on, he didn't dare get too close.
The terror of being carried a hundred meters straight into the sky by that whirlwind just moments ago hadn't fully faded yet.
Of course, the whirlwind came fast and went just as fast.
After sweeping up the fashionable young woman for only a brief moment, it turned direction and swirled away.
When it left, the woman's entire hairstyle had turned into something like a soft-serve ice cream swirl — all frizzy and curled.
And not just her — even the little dog on its leash, and the parasol she was holding, now shared that same ridiculous look.
Fortunately, the stylish young woman had a pretty good temper. Though she'd been attacked out of nowhere and had her look completely transformed, she didn't scream or curse — she just stood there, dazed and confused.
Seeing what the orange whirlwind could do only made Suneo's desire to capture it burn even stronger.
He quickly ran past the woman and her dog, continuing in the direction the whirlwind had flown.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the street—
Since it was such a bright and pleasant day, Nobita, for once, wasn't at home napping the afternoon away.
Coincidentally, he had just stepped out of an ice cream shop, happily holding his freshly bought cone.
He couldn't wait — he stretched out his tongue and took a big, eager lick.
"Ahh~! So good~!"
"Man, in this kind of heat, ice cream really is the best way to cool down…~!"
Just as Nobita was about to enjoy his treat in peace, a small whirlwind swept in from behind.
And in the blink of an eye—his ice cream was gone.
That's right. His ice cream cone was literally blown away by the wind.
He just stood there, frozen in disbelief, staring at his empty hand.
"Wait—! Stop! Give me back my ice cream!"
Living in Doraemon's world — a place full of strange gadgets and impossible happenings — Nobita had already seen his fair share of absurd things.
So even though having your ice cream stolen by the wind sounded unbelievable, he wasn't going to give up that easily.
After all, that ice cream was freshly bought! He hadn't even gotten to take a second lick before it was gone.
There was no way he could just swallow that loss.
So as soon as he snapped out of his shock, Nobita took off running.
Not far behind, Suneo caught sight of him — and noticed that Nobita, too, was chasing after the same orange whirlwind.
He blinked, momentarily surprised.
But that whirlwind was his discovery! There was no way he was letting someone else get ahead of him.
So Suneo tightened his grip on his net and started running after Nobita.
What followed was quite a scene on the street.
The orange whirlwind floated forward through the air, carrying an ice cream cone; Nobita dashed beneath it, chasing after his ice cream; and behind him, Suneo ran with his net, chasing Nobita.
Like that, they ran for several blocks, turning corner after corner.
Then, perhaps out of curiosity, the orange whirlwind seemed to want to taste the ice cream it had taken.
But clearly, cold treats weren't to the liking of a child of the typhoon.
After just one little test, it gave up and released the ice cream from its grip.
Obeying gravity, the cone fell straight down from the sky.
"Ah! My ice cream!"
Seeing it plummeting toward the ground, Nobita sprinted as fast as he could, hoping to get under it in time — maybe, just maybe, he could catch it before it splattered.
But as always, fate had other plans.
The ice cream didn't land in Nobita's hands.
Instead—
Splop!
It fell squarely on Gian's head.
Because of the cone's shape, it landed upside-down — perfectly perched, like a tiny pointed hat made of melting ice cream.
It looked kind of hilarious, almost like Gian was wearing a mini Christmas tree on his head.
But Nobita wasn't laughing. Not one bit.
If anything, he felt a chill run down his spine — the unmistakable dread of imminent disaster.
"Nobita…"
"You just said… this ice cream is yours, right?"
Gian had been strolling down the street, hands in his pockets, whistling idly, when he suddenly felt something cold and sticky drip down his scalp.
A moment later, Nobita came running up, shouting about ice cream.
Even if Gian hadn't seen what happened, it wasn't hard to figure it out.
"Uh… well… I mean, in this kind of heat, wearing an ice cream hat… feels kind of refreshing, right? Ha… ha ha…"
Seeing the dangerous grin forming on Gian's face, Nobita nervously scratched the back of his head with one hand and waved his other hand frantically, forcing an awkward smile.
"Is that so, you little punk?"
"I hope you've already accepted your fate…"
With that sinister grin still plastered on his face, Gian cracked his knuckles one by one — ka-ka-ka — as he slowly walked toward Nobita.
"W–wait! I'm sorry, Gian! I didn't mean to! Really!"
The moment Nobita saw that smile, he knew what was coming.
Whenever Gian wore that expression, it meant one thing — he was about to throw a punch.
So Nobita didn't waste another second. He apologized as fast as he could… and then bolted.
"Don't run, you stupid Nobita! Get back here!"
Of course, Gian wasn't about to accept such a late apology. He charged after Nobita, determined to give him a proper beating.
After all, whenever too much time passed without Nobita getting thrashed, he'd start acting cocky again. A solid pounding, Gian always said, was the best reminder of "why the flowers are so red."
And as for the true culprit behind all this chaos — the orange whirlwind — it had originally intended to follow along for fun, watching Gian chase Nobita.
But partway through, it suddenly felt something — a presence in the air, a scent or an aura that it really, really liked.
It felt warm and comforting, irresistibly pleasant.
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