After Liz calls for her hot chocolate w/ chocolate chips, the band breaks into "I Saw Three Chips Go Sailing By". The rest, I suppose, sank to the bottom, but Liz is always there when the chips are down.....

Meanwhile, a much needed resupply arrives as the Alligator, already half-crocked, "cayman" in through the alley-gate with a seasonal gift of homemade "croc-olate" in a large souvenier crock that we get to keep, so now we're swamped with the stuff.

Far better than sending out to Ray Krock's for Turkey McNuggets......