"..That stowaway, Donuel" as he hands him a mop and flip flops to wear. "You might want gloves"



Back at the Tavern, the non-giant wombats and the non-wombats are tidying up, while the Kane sisters remove Donuel from their party invitation on list. "Sometimes,he's a real downer"

The blushing bees ( and sons of bees) are peeking back into the apiary.

"Moa, Moa !" Is heard from the darkened room.