Anyway, here we go.
Panel 1: Michael attempts to wake a swollen-eyed Elly, who peers blearily at her son, wondering if the clashing colors and patterns of his outfit are real, or if she's still feeling the effects of the acid she took last night (as sadly, the realization that Michael is there for good has made her turn to drugs).
Panel 2: Elly rolls over and tells a suddenly tubbier Michael to get himself a glass of milk. Michael appears to be rocking a five o'clock shadow.
Panel 3: Michael hollers that he will be late for school and that Liz is "soaking wet," implying that he went through the trouble of reaching into the crib and checking his sister's diaper, the better to guilt trip his mother into getting up to attend to his whims. Elly sports a sudden black eye and fakes dysentery.
Panel 4: Actually, Elly, if you were wide awake you'd realize that your son was treating you like his maid and prancing around with his nose in the air. Sure, she needs to get up. But that doesn't make Michael the new boss. How is he treating her like a five-year-old, anyway? By forcing her to attend to her responsibilities? That's certainly not how they treat him, at least in the new non-improved hybrid.