This is terrible!
My cute face still hurts – not to mention my cuddly pride – from those mean crickets! I can't believe Slammo would stoop so low! I mean, I guess I can believe it, but still! What a jerk!
I'm not even sure what to do... I can't get back into the basement to ensure a successful episode of Jamboree, but I can't really tell Keaton I allowed Slammo to gain control of the show with a group of renegade crickets! I could get fired! And then who would help John and Jane Q. Public decide what to watch on their boob-tube?
For now I'm going to lay low and stay out of trouble. I can hear some weird sounds coming from the Jamboree set. It's either gunfire or fireworks... and either way I don't want to be anywhere near it! I'm highly flammable!

