When Guy left, Tiny looked out the window.

Everyone was having some fun.

Barb and Prince D were playing badminton.

DJ Suki and Trollex were splashing around in the lagoon.

Mr. Dinkles was rolling on a ball while blowing a horn.

And Branch was rubbing sunscreen on Poppy's shoulders.

Tiny said, "It should be illegal to write an essay on such a hot day and I don't mean the heat."

But, Tiny knew he had to work since the assignment was due tomorrow.

Tiny tried to write, but seemed to have trouble just holding his pencil.

He thought to himself, "Maybe I just need a little blood pumpin' in the old glitter."

He then did some warm-ups.

When he finished, he said, "I can feel those juices pumpin' now!"

But, when he moved the chair, the squeak caught his attention.

He then started moving the chair back and forth and it squeaked rhythmically.

He realized what he was doing and quickly went back to work.

"Come on, pencil. Make words!"

Just then,

"Tiny! Dinner!"

Tiny immediately went his way to the table.

Guy said, "I hope you're hungry. It's spaghetti tonight."

Tiny said, "Sounds cool, Daddy."

However, Tiny simply started nibbling each noodle one at a time.

Guy asked, "Uh, son? What are you doing?"

Tiny answered, "Simply savoring each bite."

Guy then asked, "But, son, don't you have an essay to write? If you take this long to eat the noodles, you won't get it done."

Tiny knew he was right and immediately chowed down.

When they finished dinner, Guy said, "That's better. Well, I'm off to bed. Remember to clean up your mess."

When he left, Tiny cleaned his dishes and wiped down the table.

However, he took another look around and said, "I might as well clean the rest of the kitchen while I'm at it."

He wiped down the whole floor and the counters, washed the rest of the dishes, and he even 'cleaned' the garbage.

By the time he was done, the whole kitchen was shiny enough to see his own reflection.

He went out of the kitchen and said, "Well, that didn't take too long. It's only..."

When he looked at the clock, he saw it was...

"10:00?!"

He went back into his mini-pod and to his work desk, "Ok, Mr. Essay. I say...prepare to be written!"

He finally started more writing.

However, when it seemed like he was done, he went over his work, "'The...'"

That was it...in fancy lettering.

"Break time!"