The continuation of the morning show even though it isn't really early in the morning

So all the grass was still a lightish browny color and the antilopes were begining to complain of slight indigestion because of it. The plug pondered this problem and asked the councilers what he could possibly do to help. "I dunno," replied the councilers very sincerely. "All righty then!" said the poor plug, "I'll find it myself." He went down to the palace library and searched for the answer. He searched in 'Grass and what to do with it', 'The many colors of of the ground growth', 'How to make blue into purple', and even in the book 'The adventures of grass treatment: A complete guide for all your grass treatment needs'. But he simply couldn't find any help, although he did find some very interesting gravy recipies. He was about to give up when a dusty old book cought his eye. He pulled it down, blew the dust off the cover and opened the first page. 'What to do when all the grass in a kingdom turns a lightish browny color' it read. The plug pored over the book and found that there was a wise west-warbuller in the western peaks of the Goofdomdom mountains. He immediately set out on his quest to return the grass to it's original color. He had many great adventures on his way to the Goofdomdom mountains, but they are quite unimportant and don't move the plot onwards at all so I shall tell of them another time. But I will say that the most exciting one involved a jar of icecream, a stick of dinamite, and a compass that pointed only north northwest. But anyways he finally reached the base of the monsterous Goofdomdom mountains. The wind howled and shreiked as he started the long assent. Presently he came across a slight crack in the precipise so he stopped to rest for a bit. He was surprised when a chipmunk jumped up from behind a rock and leaped onto the plug's back. "Hokey dina it's cold out there!" the chipmunk exclaimed with a twitter. Abruptly a fine mesh cage crashed on top of them, trapping them inside. "Dagnabbit! I knew this'd happen" pouted the chipmunk. "Well I sure didn't! What's going on?" cried the poor plug. The chipmunk quickly explained that he had accidently borrowed a few acorns from the north troll without asking. And of course, trolls love their acorns so he wanted them back.