Calypso attached googly eyes on Tenna's screen while he was asleep.
He wakes up with a startle and pushes up his sleeve to look at his Tv Time wristwatch.
"HOLY MOLY--I'm on in four!"
He rushes out of his dressing room and heads back stage, dodging past anxious pr specialists, sprinting around stage assistants and grips, and navagating through technicians who are chattering and fussing with their equipment. "Outta the way. And hey--KEEP working! will ya?"
He even waves off his stylist, who's now at his heels, flagging him down furiously. "Forget it, I can fix my own tie!! There's no time for that!"
When he slides onto the stage, it's like he's didn't almost miss his cue at all. He throws his arms open to the audience and launches into a typical opening.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, GERMS AND GALS~~~GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS!!?"
