Good evening!

Wilford has decided that Autor does not get out of the house enough. Sure, he walks the dog and goes to pick up groceries now and then, but that doesn't count. He's seen the same two-mile stretch of the neighbourhood since he moved in.

Wilford has decided to change this. After everything short of straight up kidnapping, he managed to get Autor and the dog into the car, out of the neighbourhood, out of the Hills, and into Vinewood. All without a single fender bender along the way.

Part of Wilford's contract with the network is that the show goes dark during certain pre-arranged times. This is one of those times, though that doesn't mean the studio is empty. If anything, it's just as busy and noisy as it usually is, but with the inclusion of booze and a dozen types of delivery laid out in some of the conference rooms. Somewhere, a very angry woman can be heard screaming at people to please, for the love of GOD, don't light that inside!

Judging by the fire alarm twenty seconds later, someone lit the thing. Luckily, they get it to stop its noise after a few seconds.