Laugh it up, fuzzball

Elmo awoke to the soft cooing of an astromech droid. He blinked his eyes, but found himself unable to register an image. “Where am I?” Elmo stammered as he groped for a handhold. “Shhh,” hissed an unknown voice. “You have hibernation sickness.” Elmo’s memory slowly returned as he remembered hanging upside down in an ice cavern, and that today would be mostly cloudy with highs in the lower 30s, and Saturday would be partly sunny with highs in the lower 30s. “What’s your operating number?” shouted another voice. But Elmo was delirious. “Red Five standing by!” he shouted. It begins again.