Synopsis

The night deepened, and Father drifted off to sleep in his chair. Outside, Pingu and Pinga were playing, until Mother asked Father to call them in so they could prepare for bed. They returned inside, and while Mother led them into the bathroom, Father succumbed once more to slumber. The usual mischievousness ensued – toothpaste sprayed across the mirror, a devilish shape formed from the foam – before they were finally tucked into bed. Mother smoothed down their blankets. Pinga quickly fell aslee