The next morning, Beau wakes up to a horrifying problem: He does not know how to eat the diet his coach placed him on.

In his kitchen, Beau scrutinizes the front label of the large jar he is holding with both hands. "Hmmm..."

Spikey then hops into view, landing on top of the countertop Beau is standing next to. "Beau, what do you have there?" he tries to tell him. Yet all that comes out is: "Miau, miau, miau?"

Beau turns to Spikey. "I don't get this, Spikey: Coach told us to drink this every morning." He lifts up the jar into view, revealing that it is a jar of protein powder. "How am I supposed to drink powder?" He tosses the jar aside; the jar lands next to the cat.

Beau ambles to the other side of the kitchen, over to the refrigerator. "You're lucky, Spikey, that you're not an NHL player--" he continues saying, opening up the freezer and sticking his hand into it. "--I mean, how can you drink powder?" He turns around with a box of chocolate chip waffles in his hand; immediately, his eyes grow wide and freezes.

On the other side of the kitchen, Spikey has the blender, a measure cup, a tall cup, and a carton of milk next to him. He gets on his hind legs and untwists the jar open, tossing the lid aside. He then pours milk into the measuring cup, pours that into the blender, plops two scoops of protein into the blender, caps the blender, turns on the blender--RRRRRRR!!!--turns off the blender, uncaps the blender, pours the now protein milkshake into the cup, and chugs it down.

Beau is gaping at his cat, slowly making his way back toward him while he is still drinking the milkshake. "Hey...!" he starts off, halting in front of Spikey, "now you eat not only my meats and salads, but also my protein powder!" He nods his head with a goofy smirk. "Cool...!"

Spikey plops the cup down with a THUD! He gives Beau a flat look. "Coach would get so mad at you if he finds out you're not eating your diet," he tries to tell him. But all that comes out is: "Miau." He then turns back to continue drinking his milkshake.

Beau grabs a plate from his sink and places two frozen waffles on it. "I'll just stick to my double chocolatey-chip waffles!" He tosses the plate into the microwave and sets the time on it. "Must easier to make than that." He points to the almost-empty milkshake.

Spikey shakes his head. Oh, Beau... Oh, Beau..., he thinks, not wanting to attempt to speak since he knows it will come out as a meows.

So for breakfast, Beau eats his waffles and Spikey drinks his protein milkshake.