This story was inspired by a comment I made during the Hobbit Moot in Pheonix about my brother.  While in the hospital, far from home, lonely, and scared, he made a phonecall one night to tell us that he had been awakened...for a sleeping pill.

Much like Pippin in this, he was confused, silly, and very amusing.  He has no memory of that conversation, and has since recovered fully, but those of us who were there when he called still like to remind him of it every now and then.  

Which makes him blush mightily, just like Pippin.