Every year as long as I've been coming here, I order Mmario's House Special sandwich Auroch On Roll and some of the Cajun food that the bartending alligator brings in through the alley gate, courtesy of Louisiana chef Michael Rodeboadacheaux, and I've never noticed any ill effects.

The door to the beach opens and in comes Mrs. Squid and the Squidlets, who immediately eye the Christmas Tree and get into a circle around their ringleader Billy The Squid. Hang on to your belongings, folks anr watch over your coats and hats, because they tend to want to decorate the tree every year with ant loose belongings they find.....

Their mother, tired of watching them after a long day at the beach, goes over to the time clock, punches out for the day and yells "Squidding Time!. Somebody, puh-leeze give me a drink!". The alligator mixes up three Lurchin' Urchins, her favorite, and puts one in each outstretched tentacle.
She goes over to her husband to tell him that it's HIS turn to watch their brat pack, but he just says, "Come over here and meet my new friend."

The wombat is looking at the bats who were going to teach this overgrown so-called bat to fly, but all those drinks must've jammed their radar, for unlike the sober bats, they start crashing into things, as they swoop erratically around the room. One knocks Rap's hat off his head and immediately, a squidlet tentacle grabs it and Billy The Squid disappears into the shadows before the still slightly dazed Rap can even turn around to look for it.....


"I'm not s ure I want to do this", the wombat mutters to himself. He is distracted by a tentacle tapping him on the shoulder.
"Hey Wombie, I want you to meet my better half.".....