The now impressively fat squirrel shifts and stirs awake because of the sound. He groggily looks around, scratching rubbing his eyes and scratching his belly as he realizes that night has fallen. He pushes from the floor shakily as he slides up the counter, his soft backside pressing against the counter doors below the sink. "Hello?" He then remembers that his clothes had become too small for him. He does his best to hold his buttonless pants up to keep his decency with one hand, while taking off his shirt with the other.