Charlie is a drunk hanging around a hotel lobby ogling women, and while following one of them, comes across a woman in her pajamas who's locked herself out of her room. Naturally, he lecherously pursues her. :/ Mabel's strange predicament is that to avoid him, she ends up in the room of a stranger, a compromising situation to both of them. There's really not much else to it. The humor is lackluster, especially since it's so common to see Chaplin playing a drunk, and none of the physical gags is memorable. It's hard to actively dislike at just 17 minutes, but on the other hand the only thing I really liked was Mabel Normand getting flustered in her PJ's.