Diagnosis, chapter 4

Bunsen hummed happily, as he wandered through the corridor of his house. It was early morning, and the beginning of the weekend. He was proud of the honeydewium, so he was in good mood.
Today he only wanted to spend a nice holiday at his mansion-like home, taking care of his botanic garden at the backyard and enjoying of the autumn.
But, before all, he wanted to give a day off to Beaker.
''Beakie! Time to wake up!''
Bunsen walked to his lab assistant's modest room and opened the window curtains, so the sunlight could enter the room.

Beaker was sleeping peacefully in his baroque-styled bed, that had three enormous frilled pillows and an oversized and thick covering. Bunsen watched him and thought that Beaker looked really cute when he was asleep, especially with those bed stuff.
''Beakie.'' Bunsen shook Beaker's shoulder gingerly.
Beaker yawned deeply, and woke up slowly.
''Meeeeeep...''
He remembered what happened last night, and hoped it was only a nightmare. But sadly he knew it was true.
''Beakie. You've deserved a holiday. Sleep as long as you want'', Bunsen whispered and petted Beaker's hair a little.
Beaker nodded, but he was afraid. I must do something before Kermit gets the letter...
He couldn't sleep anymore, so he got up. ''Me me me meep meep?'' he asked from Bunsen, meaning that why did he give Beaker a day off.
''I'm in happy mood, Beakie, that's because'', the scientist explained smiling. ''But I wonder, what happened to Fozzie yesterday. Did Rowlf find him?''
Beaker shrugged, although he had a hazy memory of Fozzie standing in front of the city mall's parking garage.
''Me meep.''