About wombats being able to fly, apparently the phenomenon has been observed by the always reliable Peter Stampfel, a clear head if there ever was one, and later endorsed by this song having been recorded by Dave Van Ronk, as occurring around someplace in the American West called Random Canyon:

"Take me back to Random Canyon where the gryphon's always riffin',
And the unicorn gets horny in the spring.
Where the crystal coyote calls over sleepy garden walls,
And the wireless wombat wanders on the wing,
And the wireless wombat wanders on the wing......"


Who could doubt the likes of those two?......

A truck from a local contractor with Seth Poole & Co. painted on the side pulls to perform the scheduled maintenance and cleaning of the Jello Pit and reports in to Mmario and the alligator, who handle the till, ('til someone tells them otherwise).
Don't you folks EVER go home? We've got work we're s'posed to do, and this year, it looks like more than usual to set this place right. The good news is that we DO do walls, you all, and we just happen to be having a sale. I thought we'd be having to take on extra help, but some guy named Les asked for a job, and we took him on. There's a second truck coming in that will have a load of Army Surplus survival food.......

(Mmario shudders and makes the sign if the cross with his two index fingers)

.....for ol' Semi-modo up in the bell tower. Once you all 'ceptin' him and the Squid family are oughtta here, it should take about a week or so, and they get to have a beach vacation......Just sign here...."

The pen won't write....

"Mrs. Squid! Billy! One of you all please get over here for a second, as I need some ink".....

Most of the guys at one time or other have offered to give Teresa Terrific a ride home, but she said she'd rather jog.
"What's that out in the beach?" she cries in alarm, and while everyone checks it out, she zips on out of the door and is gone before anyone can try to follow her home.....

The ride home applies to anybody who didn't show up from Down Under", says Severn. It turns out that everyune was covered, excepting Teresa, who'd seemed to prefer it that way. Maybe some year, she'll become a re-nude aquaintence.....

The tree is bare, Mama squid having gotten her mischievous offspring to un-decorate and redistribute items to their owners. There's very little for the Lost & Found this year, the most interesting thing being some huge glasses with lenses as thick as TWO Cike bottles that must've belonged to the rhino....

Having bid all a farewell, Severn leaves before somebody tries to outbid him.
"And to think I had to turn around and come back a second time after first finding the place empty", he muses to himself. ....
And they heard him exclaim as he drive out of sight,

LET NOTHING YOU DISMAY!