Old lady, made merry by the Adnam's ale, starts performing a jig (think Riverdance) while Siamese cats sidle seductively up to Brat Terrier with a view to weeing on him later.
The pit of jelly is beginning to change colour. Mrrzy regards it apprehensively, being careful not to fall in in her wobbly state.
Donuel rummages in his pocket for some more LSD so he can continue the interesting psychedelic vision of singing birds and Beethoven.