Little Miss Nails-On-A-Blackboard tells Toby that Nielsen figures are based on diaries viewers fill in. Her sidekick says that automated boxes report much lower numbers of PBS viewers. Toby, not thrown by this at all, agrees that people want to report that they're more sophisticated than they are. Sidekick-Boy adds, "There's one other thing: product licensing for Big Bird dolls and Fuzzy Bear toys?" "That's Fozzie Bear," Toby notes. Sidekick-Boy says, "Whatever." Toby stands up for Henson, repeating, "It's Fozzie Bear, not Fuzzy Bear." Sidekick-Boy says that twenty million dollars a year in licensing fees are paid to the Children's Television Workshop, and none goes to PBS. He adds, "This is a company whose chief executive earns high six figures in salary and benefits per year, yet Sesame Street is subsidized by taxpayer dollars." Toby says that this is perfectly reasonable complaint. Well, part of it is. He continues, "And I don't care. We're going to see to all those things. In the meantime, at a time when the public is rightly concerned about the impact of sex and violence on TV, this administration is going to protect the Muppets, we're gonna protect Wall Street Week, we're gonna protect Live from Lincoln Center, and by God, we are gonna protect Julia Child." If my hands didn't still hurt from clapping for Mr. Lydell, I'd applaud Toby's declaration, too. Just then C.J. knocks at the door, and Toby goes to talk to her. He tells her that Josh and Sam made a deal, so there won't be any hearings about Leo. After C.J. expresses her relief, Toby heads back inside, saying, "I've gotta get back in there, this is too much fun."