Suddenly the mouse wakes up, goggle-eyed and looking like half the Royal Canadian Mounted Police are chasing him on horseback, and the other half are playing lacrosse using his aunt Suzy as the ball. "Molson!" he cries out, staggers from the bowl, trips on a beer nut, and crashes face-first onto the bar. The ring is dislodged from his neck, rolls across the bar (weaving in and out among the beer nuts), falls to the floor, and rolls into a crevice, out of reach to human fingers. "Mae ring!" shouts the mouse, and he (unsteadily) heads to the edge of the bartop in pursuit.