Pity poor Pippin. He had fought the flu for days and his head not only throbbed but also felt like it was filled with Plaster of Paris. He soaked in hot showers, gulped over-the-counter and under-the-counter medications, underwent deep tissue acupuncture but nothing helped. So plucky Pippin took matters into his own hands. A trip to his local Laundromat, and three quarters later, he felt much better.