That night, the toaster started doing Broadway. None of them made a sound as the refrigerator slowly opened its door.

The toaster tripped happily along up and down the counter.

"Singing in the rain,
just singing in the rain!"

Open to its widest point, the refrigerator handle creeped up to the wall outlet where the toaster's cord stretched taut to its plug.

The blender stopped in mid-frappe. The waffle iron waddled a few steps to watch. The digital clock blinked in alarm.