Not all the squidlets ran for the wombat's pouch seeking a feeling of safety akin to that of a non-bat's womb. Billy the Squid and Squid Rock have been stashing not only Rap's plumed hat (as well as Severn's and DeFrosty's hats), various purses, watches, cell phones, walking sticks, scarves and whatever else they've found loose, in back of the Christmas tree, and they silently motion to one or two other squidlets that are still running loose to join them. It's decorating time again!......

There's more than enough to keep everybody else occupied. One of the wildly swooping drunken bats crashes into a freshly made bowl of the alligator's own recipe orange colored Carrot Juice-based "Rabbit Punch", which, as the bowl slides off the bar and towards the floor, hits everybody below their belt right before there's a sound of shattering glass.

"It's OK, I've got it!", cries DeFrosty, who luckily always carries a broom with him. The alligator passes him a dust pan and says, "Yeah, but what about all that spiked carrot juice?"
"Don't worry", says the snowman. "We just need some rabbits. I'll just reach into my magic silk top hat and......HEY! WHO STOLE MY HAT?"
Severn, holding the dust pan notices that his is gone, as well.....

Up steps the Rhinoceros, wondering where a cup and saucer is, and asks for a drink. Having just knocked down a wall, the rhino seems to have been slightly wounded. When the gator behind the bar asks him hoe he'll pay for it, he says, "I'll charge, of course!".......

Janie asks, "Where's your purse, Mrrz?.......

The Moors, who have secured in injunction to be able to enter and join us, wave it as they come in through the back door that leads to the beach in their bathing suits and singing what must be a seasonal carol in the style of Brian Wilson or Jan & Dean:

"Little EEO,
Well you work so fine
Gonna hire black surfers,
In hardly any time
We'll all be break dancing
On our boards, you know-wo-wo
And if you don't like it,
Sing the Blues to the EEO
Wo, Wo, little EEo
                   (Faster, faster, you Honky bastard)
Wo, wo, little EEO......."


"We're sorry. Someone was making a joke."
"That's OK, 'cause so were WE, so skip the Liberal guilt and tell us where does a Moor go to get the "the merrier" around here?
"Say, wasn't there another one of you originally when you came by the first time?"
"He'll be in in awhile. He doesn't like the beach. He prefers to sit out front on the grass"
"Why is that, pray tell?"
"He's a Lawn Moor......"