Crewmembers from the Mudcat Schooner ready to make the evning long and never still, crowd around Stilly's Sterling Stout Stand tavern, carrying away large mugs of brown stuff, tall glasses of magical Reisling, and shots of amber single malt to put in their coffee. The gaiety is infectious.

Under a banyan tree, shadowed from the twinkling torchieres that have lit themselves by evening, a portly aging man in baggy faded levis and a bright green Pendleton, strums merrily on a large Ukelele, and bellows out bawdy lines in a worn but still serviceable baritone.

I'm the Sheeeeeik of Aaaarabeeee (with no pants on!)
Your love beLONGS to meeeeee! (with no pants on!)
At night, when you're asleep (with no pants on!)
Intoooo your tent I'll creeep (with no pants on!)
The stars that shiiiine abooove, (with no pants on!)
Will light our way tooooooo Luhhhhhhve! (with no pants on!)
You'll rule this land with me, (with no pants on!)
I'm the shake the shook the Sheeeeik of Aaaraby!!! (with no pants on!)

Several lithe and comely lasses from the Mudcat Schooner stroll by, plucking tunes on mandolins in harmony. They pause to laugh at the man's funny song, and blow him affectionate kisses as they stroll onward under the boughs of spice trees. The old and portly man winks merrily at them, and watches them meander onward, and sighs deeply.

If yooou like Ukelele lady,
Ukelele Lady like-a you....,

he strums and sings softly as the moon rises over the bay, coloring all the merrymakers in its benevolent glow.

If you like to linger where it's shady
Ukelele Lady linger too ---oooo--ooo!

The smell of roasting mastodon whiffs through the trees, a faint counterpoint to the lingering scent of jasmine and love amongst the tropic shrubs. MMario is readying up a feast just past the Mudcap Mudcat Members Merry-go-Round, to the left of the Gaelic Goddess' Bards and Songster Decathlon tent. Just follow your nose. MMario is a masterful chef... and bon appetit!