Woody reads in the paper that quail hunting season begins the next morning at 5 a.m. Not wanting to pass up quail hunting, he determines to get a good night’s sleep. However, of course, his attempts are ruined by all manner of distractions, such as a flashing neon sign, and an obnoxious cuckoo clock that takes on a life of its own (the cuckoo itself is just as obnoxious). In getting rid of the cuckoo, Woody destroys his bed, causing him to sleep on a runaway “automatic table,” with which he has many a tussle. The folding table first beats him up, then traps him, and finally bucks him off into a bush full of quail. The quail throws him to a hunter’s dogs, who chase him into a cabin where he almost loses his identity, and the quail give him the Woody Woodpecker laugh.