The toaster whirled and tapped, oblivious to the stirrings of discontent. He hummed the music when he didn't know the words.
"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood!" He danced on his toes in a loud tippity-tap, tippity-tap-tap that sounded even louder on the smooth polished stone.
"That does it!" the mixer said. "You know, some of us would like to get some shut-eye here."
"Oh," said the toaster and stopped mid-step perilously close to the lip. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize..."