The hillbilly woman in the wheelchair, after a couple of stiff drinks of cheap Scotch, looks around and sees the Swedish lasses were kind enough to bring in the walker and lean it against a wall. A baby squiddy squeals as she inadvertently flattens the tip of a tentacle, but recovers quickly and catches a ride on the large turning back wheel of the chair, leaps upwards at the apex of the turn, and settles itself at a rakish angle atop the blonde/gray straw that passes for hair sprouting out of the scalp of the hillbilly woman.

She grabs the walker, swings from the handles and clicks her heels in the air - well, kinda sorta - for a split second anyway both heels are off the ground and fortunately the walker tobbles toward the wall with a shoulder leading, so all rights itself - and the squiddy grabs a plait of jingle bells hanging on said wall. With excellent timing they bounce off the wall, the walker lands on all fours, and squiddy and the hillbilly join the Morris Dancers.

Confusion reigns on the dance floor. The hillbilly woman shouts "Wheeeeee!"