Abby Hatcher

Oh! Whoa! (Grunting)

Huh? Wha? Huh?

Scary dream, Abby!

I don't like scary dreams, either.

But I know what'll help:

our Scare Be Gone Bedroom Routine!

Oh, yay!

First, a cup of water.

Ah.

Then tuck in with a special friend.

A goodnight kiss.

Turn on the nightlight.

Then our special sleepy-time motto:

Nighty-night.

No more fright.

Sleepy-bye 'til morning light.

And now, a lullaby.

See? Works every--

-time.

Sound found!

Better go check it out.

Huh? Wha's 'at?

Oh! (Laughing) Tuba sound!

She's dancing. (Laughing)

She is. But it's awfully late.

And she looks so tired.

She needs her sleep.

Chef Jeff? Chef Jeff!

Oh! (Laughing) Abby, Bozzly,

I didn't know you were here.

I was practicing for my concert tomorrow morning.

Your concert?

The greatest, most perfect concert

in hotel history!

Chef Jeff's Brass Breakfast Spectacular!

But unless I keep practicing,

I'm afraid the Brass Breakfast

won't be so spectacular.

Boing!

But Chef Jeff!

The tuba music woke us all up.

Caught you. And if you have a concert in the morning,

you should sleep, too. I'm fine.

Although I suppose I should go to bed.

It is late.

I'll try. Goodnight.

Goodnight, Curly.

Ready for bed?

Sleep tight.

Now, we can go back to bed, Bozz--

Ding! Wait!

I still really need to practice.

But I don't want to bother anyone.

Ding! But then again,

I'm afraid if I don't practice,

my tuba-playing could sound terrible!

On the other hand, I don't want to keep everyone awake.

But my fans!

Ding.

Since there's no one here,

I'll just practice my song a couple more times,

just to get it perfect.

Ah!

Me sleep, me.

Sleep, me, sleep.

The Fuzzly Spotter!

Spotted!

There's trouble in the lobby.

Fuzzly trouble, can't delay!

To the rescue, save the day!

Whoo!

Yah! Hah!

Yah!

Hi-ya!

Wha! Ah, ah?

Whoo-hoo!

Ready, Bozzly? Ready!

Then let's ride! Uh-huh.

Vroom, vroom, vroom!

Yeah, ha-ha!

To the lobby!

Me, sleep, me!

Chef Jeff, I thought you were going to bed.

Whew.

I was, after just a little more practice.

I didn't think anyone else was here.

See, Princess Flug?

Chef Jeff didn't mean to wake you.

It was an accident.

Oh.

Can you please unstick his tuba?

Me, sorry, me.

Thank you.

Of course, as long as we're all wide awake,

maybe I can practice for you.

Too loud!

Chef Jeff, it's so late!

Everyone needs to sleep!

Boing, boing, boing!

Boing, boing, boing!

Ah!

We can't let Chef Jeff keep all the Fuzzlies awake!

But he really wants to practice.

And it's so noisy.

What do we do? Eh?

Hmm.

Brain spark!

Chef Jeff?

A bad note.

Now, I need to practice more.

I know you want to practice,

but what if you could do it without making any noise?

Then... I could practice all night.

My performance would be perfect!

But how?

Bozzly, what do you have

that can muffle the tuba and make it quiet?

Oh!

Pretty, but no.

Oh. Okay.

Oh! Sandwich?

Nope. Too small.

Mmm. Yum.

Oh, right. (Laughing)

Um... Ah.

Basketball!

Splizz-acular!

Pass it here, Bozzly.

My left.

Hi-yah!

Score!

Try playing now, Chef Jeff.

Perfection!

Thank you, Abby.

Now, I'd better get back to practicing.

I'm afraid I won't be ready for my recital.

Now, we can all go back to bed.

Whoa! Duck!

What's all this?

Chef, little girl,

I'm trying to sleep.

Would you quit it with the noise?

Noise? You mean my practicing?

Well, you call it practicing.

I call it a racket.