Their “suite” was a single bedroom that, in contrast to the rest of the hotel, was remarkably plain. After briefly making a few knowing glances at the bed, and making some suggestive comments that they’d have to share it, Peaseblossom called room service.

In the meantime the woodchuck… what was his name? Bert started tearing the room apart looking for bugs. All he found was a very large cockroach that had been taking notes. After a long scuffle, Bert was able to take it’s notebook away and throw it out.

Kevin turned on the television while Peaseblossom continued over the phone, but since there was nothing on except grainy footage of helicopters flying over a jungle. Bored, he turned it off and walked over to the suite’s window to peer through the Venetian blinds.

There was a tapping on the door. “Room Service”. Someone called out.