The Huffy Lord is back and greedier than ever! Come along for a look into a typical morning at his manor home: He dreamt of a sumptuous feast all night, but thanks to all his ever-heavying heft, it takes the help of three servants to heave him out of bed. When the servants dress him in his favorite pink suit, he discovers that it has grown snug in several places--certainly the doing of the new laundress on staff, who has shrunken several of his other clothes lately. He thrums with excitement as he makes his way to the dining hall, but the walk leaves him terribly winded, so he sits down and rests halfway there before finally descending on his pastry-filled feast. He gushes and moans about how delicious everything is and huffs to himself about how he must become the fattest lord in all the land after the measurement ordeal of not long ago. Through all his huffing and puffing and chewing and burping, he doesn't notice his clothes begin to tear, nor the chair begin to creak, until the latter gives out beneath him, sending him down hard on his rounded rump. His servants struggle to help him back on his feet, and when he does manage to stand, he's totally embarrassed and flushed beet-red. Still, he takes a deep breath and puts on a brave, lord-like face before deciding to spend the rest of the day in bed to save himself any further embarrassment.