The next day, Fuzzy is seen at Spoo Studios on the phone. He hangs up angrily

FUZZY: GRRR! Nobody wants to be on the show tonight!

JR. CORN POPO: That's okay, you have us!

FUZZY: Yes, but... you've already been on for two nights in a row!

CRAB: But nobody can get enough of my black eyes! See, black eyes.

FUZZY: Crab, they aren't even that cool!

CRAB: Hey!

FUZZY: Besides, I can't just always have it be you guys, we need some variety.

JR. CORN POPO: Maybe we need to do something really cool that will make people want to be on the show!

FUZZY: Like what?

CRAB: I know! We could make a movie!

FUZZY: A movie?

CRAB: Yeah, and Spitooey can help us!

FUZZY: Spoo.

CRAB: Whatever, my idea is the best and I know it!

JR. CORN POPO: How?

CRAB: My black eyes tell me everything.

FUZZY: Well, we do still have Corn Po...

JR. CORN POPO: Where is he, anyway?

FUZZY: I don't know, but he'll probably turn up at showtime.

CRAB: No, he'll probably be like "No! I changed my mind! I've decided that... I HATE YOU ALL!!!!"

FUZZY: He sometimes does act like that, doesn't he?

CORN PO bursts in the room, out of breath.

CORN PO: Hey!!... I... have to... show you something!

JR. CORN POPO: Why do you have to?

CORN PO: It's... um... it's something that will help... with the show!

FUZZY: What is it?

CORN PO: Uh... I have to show it to you! Come on!

He runs out.

FUZZY: Wait!

CRAB: What does he mean by "help with the show"? We don't need anything more than my black eyes. See, black eyes.

FUZZY: No, Crab, we need someone, not something for the show. What "thing" could help with the show?

JR. CORN POPO: Well, it wouldn't hurt to follow him, would it?