It was late at night, every Toon fast asleep in their own rooms. All, except for one, apparently. After being accidentally woken up by Boxten, Glisten helped the poor guy settle back comfortably after getting him a glass of water. But now, he found himself unable to fall back asleep.

Thus, he now idly switched through the channels of the TV in the lounge, burdened by thoughts of how his perfect image must be ruined without his precious beauty sleep. The gloomy line was broken when a groggy voice spoke from behind. "What exactly are you doing at this hour...?" Glisten easily recognized it as Rodger's.