Throughout the entire morning, the Super Wolf Headquarters kept getting phone calls from multitudes of freaked out citizens demanding the Super Wolves to do something about the lack of color. Every time they picked up the phone, though, the audio was heavily distorted by static. Eventually, after what felt like hundreds of dropped, unintelligible, and generally stressful calls, the leader of the group, Geyser, made the decision to unplug all the phones in the building.
"Geeze, finally," he sighed, as he yanked the final phone cord out of its power outlet. "I don't think I want to pick up a phone ever again."
Flareo, who was sipping his daily cup of coffee at last, tapped his foot impatiently. "Okay, but what are we going to do about this?" he growled. "The whole world is losing their mind out there. Clearly, this is something that's affecting the entire region. Maybe even the entire globe. What's our plan?"