John Boy alerted by a prescence at the base of tree stares down in horror at the sight below. A mad punk covered in jello crawls toward the fire canister in hand, chaos in mind. John Boy knows the power of the aerosol contents only too well, with added flame who knows......

The concertina after describing a perfect arc through the air lands on the face of a slumbering drunk, who, thinking it some kind of bug, throws it off herself only for it to land on the punk's hand thus dislodging the can which rolls under a chair. John Boy faints with relief. Too many nuts have been scorched already.

Four waiters stagger in with a huge hare pie, steam rising from its crust. They are closely followed by several hares protesting about the making and consumption of pies.