[Action!]

[oh_icanfeelit]

[Kronk has adjusted to the sudden crises with as much aplomb as he can muster for the middle of the night; his ever-present backpack is hoisted over his shoulder, and he's still in his nightshirt, slippers and sleeping cap as he tries to keep any stragglers entering the hotel from messing it up too much.]

HEY! Put down that firehose! Don't knock on that door! Hey, flowers aren't for eating, buddy!

[They're all much harder to wrangle than the little kids he's used to! Help would be appreciated.]