Finlay and Joe are tired. Tired of the world and its injustices, but mainly of performing sketch comedy. So they're off to bed. If only they could stop dreaming up hilarious brand-new sketches together. Armed with camomile teas, ambient whale song and one shared memory-foam mattress, it's just two sleepy boys against the world. Can they get the beauty sleep they need? Can they fight their way back through the dream levels or whatever? Can Finlay survive another night of Joe's incessant snoring? Looks like bedtime is just the beginning.