That's no elf...

    It's Webster!

    "Hey, Brad... what's happening?"

    Woah, cool!

    You and Web spend the rest of the day chillin' in the basement.

    You both reminice about that time back in the day when you had a cameo on his TV show.

    Then around 9 PM Webster has to leave.

    He's got a kung-fu tournament to be at back in L. A. on Friday, and his plane's tonight.

    "Kick some ass, Webster!" you tell him.

    "Thanks, Brad," says Web.

    He departs.

    You eat a late dinner with Poppy, Pam, Sarah, Paula, and Stephen.

    You tell them all about your day with Webster, but they don't believe a word of it.

    Doesn't matter.

    It was a good day.

    You head down to the basement after diner.

    You crawl over to your favorite spot, curl up, and reflect for a moment how fortunate you are to be pals with one of the finest talents ever to grace the television screens of America.

    Then you fall asleep.