"Stop," Jerry said, slapping George. He got the idea. He didn't need it repeated to him a million times.

Just as they went down the lift, Elaine came into the incubator area. Kramer had gone off somewhere. Elaine described her experience to them. "Elaine look norn," she said, referring to the forest norn. "Elaine get yes. Norn run!"

"Norn?" said George.

Jerry remembered something. "Jerry look norn. 'Norn hungry.' Norn run."

"Get no!" yelled Elaine, pushing Jerry the way she always did. Jerry had seen her forest norn running?

"Yes," said Jerry. He then told her about the donut horde. "Get food yes," he said.

George explained the required semantics to her. "Look food. Get food."

Elaine payed no attention to him. What difference would it make? Twit.

Kramer found Newman at the temple. They had become good friends and always did things together. They played with Kramer's beach balls for awhile, then Newman said, "Push red."

So he pushed the red button for the elevator, and waited for it to come down.

"Kramer push music. Kramer get norn." Kramer and Newman both laughed. Kramer remembered his trumpet, got it out of the temple, and returned.

Finally the lift arrived, and they got in. They arrived at the "Donut Nazi's" place.

Kramer played his music, which the female norn liked very much. No surprise, since she had liked his harp-playing earlier. She tickled Kramer, and kissed him, and Kramer played the trumpet even more. Newman walked back and forth, constantly staring at all the donuts. The Donut Nazi just looked at them all with a frown.

By the time Jerry and Elaine arrived, Newman and Kramer were gone. Jerry cautiously approached the Donut Nazi and said, "Jerry look food. Jerry get food."

The norn gave him a donut, which he ate with delight.

Elaine's turn. "Elaine hungry!" she said, and she picked up a donut.

The female slapped Elaine hard, and she dropped the donut. The Donut Nazi slapped her and said, "No food!"

Elaine slapped him back. The Nazi and the female both slapped Elaine and chased her down the lift.

Jerry headed back home. Elaine, evading her pursuers, laid down for awhile in the temple.

Newman was in his lair, along with Kramer, with their collection of almost a dozen donuts. The female Donut Keeper had been so fond of Kramer that she somehow convinced the Nazi to give them a few free donuts. She had then brought them eight more donuts from somewhere, kissed Kramer, and left. Newman and Kramer settled down for a feast!

Elaine woke up to find that someone was kissing her. It was the forest norn! He had a top, so they took turns spinning it, kissing each other all the while. "Eem push food!" said the forest norn, and he suddenly ran off. This time, Elaine chased after him.

Kramer was dismayed. His beach balls were missing, couldn't find them anywhere. Where could they be? Finally, he found a thing with a propellor that he could play with. When he pushed it, it jumped high into the air and came back down. Not as much fun though. For lack of anything better to do, Kramer played with it for a short time. Finally Kramer frowned and headed back to Jerry's, leaving the big toy there.

Elaine followed the forest norn all the way past the grendel's lair. She was afraid that Newman would find her, but she couldn't resist finding out more about the forest norn. They went up a lift, past the tree, and ended up at the end of a port. The forest norn kissed her. Elaine kissed back, then noticed a vendor right in front of her. She pushed it, and out came a donut! She ate it, and it was SO good! How could it taste so sweet? She dispensed another one and gave it to the forest norn. She kissed him, again and again. For a long time they did nothing but kiss and eat donuts. They were as happy as could be.

Jerry had found a Jack-in-the-box (the toy, not the restaurant) on his way home. It was great fun. When he pushed it, a little clown jumped out of the box.

Kramer came in out of the garden, tripping once as he entered. "Kramer get toy," he said, longing for his beach balls.

Jerry didn't see what the big deal was. "Look toy," he said, indicating the box. He pushed it, and the little clown popped out, frightening Kramer.

"Run toy!" Kramer said, scampering away. Kramer was afraid of the clown. He had seen that toy before, and didn't like it one bit.

George sat next to the shower (where a couple of beach balls were lying), all by himself. He had just visited his parents, and they had slapped him around quite a bit. George wished Albia were bigger. He could really use a "buffer zone" of some kind--have some kind of distance between him and his parents. George bounced a ball once, but that was no fun. Poor George's life was misera--

--Suddenly, he remembered the donuts, and made his way over there. If a donuts couldn't cheer him up, nothing could.