As the sun was rising and poking out from the clouds like someone looking through the curtains, various muppets and people who worked at the Up Late with Miss Piggy show were parking their cars and walking in the building. Would it be a regular work day???......... " I just can't believe this!" Lips said as he was looking through the newspaper. Floyd, who was right next to the trumpet player for the Electric Mayhem, gazed over at him sipping some coffee. "What that's matter? Read something fake in the newspaper?" He shook his head. "That's why there hasn't been any real news since 1994." Lips looked at the bass player. Sometimes he didn't know who was more high, him or Zoot. "Nah my brotha. Just can't believe at the weather section. My eyes do not deceive me as I'm looking at the weather. Can you believe the weather parts of Canada are having right now?" "So?" Floyd looked on. "Well it's cold up there!" Lips exclaimed. "It's supposed to be cold right now," Floyd said. "Ya, but are they supposed to have the same temperature everyday?" Lips positioned the paper for Floyd to to see. "Look at this here city called Quebec, Floyd. Look at them highs. They're all the same!" Lips shook his head. "If you ask me someone messed up in the weather department. You can't have the same high everyday!" "But if that's what the weather department called for, then that's what the highs' for the week are supposed to be," Floyd answered. "But the same high everyday, bud?" Lips grumbled. "You're as crazy as the weather people man. C-R-A-Z-Y!!!!" Floyd gave Lips a bewildered look. Sometimes he didn't know who was more high, him or Zoot. Floyd grabbed his coffee cup and walked off. Kermit was talking in mid conversation with Scooter as they passed by Big Mean Carl. He seemed like he was having a bad morning so far. "Yea, this is Up Late with Miss Piggy," Carl said. "So state your business before I have a temper tantrum!" Carl's left hand was on the desk. His fingers were moving and dancing around the desk as his right hand was holding the phone. "Uh huh, ya, ya, uh huh....... Well then don't ever watch the show if you think it could be better!" Carl said. "And by the way, shad-up!" He hung up the phone. Scooter decided to intervene. "So how's it going so far, Carl?' "Oh, I've received a bunch of calls complaining about the show," Carl replied. "Is that was set you off?" Kermit asked. "Who? Them callers complaining about the show? Nah. I agree with them. This show is terrible!" Scooter and Kermit looked at each other confused. "Then why are you in a bad mood?" Scooter wondered. "Oh that? My mom called me a little while ago," Carl said. "She just wanted to say how she loves me and misses me, then I said to stop with the gushy stuff and not to call here again. Then I told her to shad-up!" Carl shook his head. "I hate over protective moms who call you at work." "Uh ya," Kermit said. "Enjoy your day, Carl." Scooter and Kermit continued to walk and move past Carl. "Maybe he should go see a psychiatrist or something," Scooter said. The phone rang again. "This is Up Late with Miss Piggy," Carl said. "State your business then shad-up!"