That must have been someone else. I would only play "Honey" (or anything by Bobby Goldsboro) unless I was trying to inflict torture on someone I loathed. (That also goes for Bobby Vinton or Bobby Vee, for that matter). I'm. Not aware of any enemies in here.

Meanwhile, the Christmas tree, which was beginning to topple from the crowd of protesters pushing and shoving to hide behind it. In rushes DeFrosty, the only one among us who a bee couldn't hurt, in time to catch the tree and prop it back up, with some help from a duck and two bats from the rafters who grabbed the top of the tree. DeFrosty had been outside patching up the yellow spots with fresh white snow. The crowd cheers the snowman and the duck and the bats. The alligator tending the bar sets up vodka for all of them

There is the matter of some decorations that had fallen off the tree to the floor and need to be replaced.

The Squid is present, but where is the wife and the Squidlets?

Ducks and bats scatter in all directions, as the Yule Gibbons from the Hairy Simian Chorale, having spent time drinking after the bees had chased them out of the apiary, were not freely swinging from the rafters and making Tarzan calls. Being a trained choir,they were making them in perfect harmony.......

The two, now drunken bats left the bar and are now teasing the wombat, saying, "What kind of bat are you if you can't FLY?"......