They expected a puppet show like they'd seen every Sunday afternoon all summer long. On this day, however, the puppet master, Mr. Mung, had had enough. Life was getting him down and he felt the children should share in his emotionless despair. He'd show them life wasn't always full of characters with high squeaky voices hitting each other over the head with tiny bats. And so he stared out at them, and they stared back until their parents one by one took them by the hand and led them home.