A funny spoof on the old saying "to create great music, the artist must suffer." Aspiring violinist P.P. Harry learns that one must suffer- but, perhaps, not too much- in order to achieve greatness. The happy man fancies himself as a violinist, but every time that he plays for people, they tell him that he is no good. Even his best friend and sidekick, a talking dog, hates his horrible music. He tries everything, even music lessons, but to no avail. He and the dog decide that he hasn't suffered enough to be a great artist. He goes about a life change and starts to suffer; his music gets better, but his life gets more miserable. A lesson in just being normal.