Some people are gathered in the park to watch their latest sculpture helicoptered in. It's obviously a great bit letter "E" but a purple-clad gent insists it's actually a "B". An argument ensues with just about everyone else in the park who gradually assume choral proportions to convince him it's an E. Then an ambulance is called and a doctor tries to examine this now straight-jacketed man to see if he can find out what's wrong. Ha! "He needs specs". Eureka! Then the King arrives and he calls it a "B" too. Does he need glasses? Will anyone dare to tell him, though? Maybe the doctor can try? Or ...