Wait one Gawdamn Minute!!! ART! My stars and garters! You have an AUTO CLUB??? (the woman stumbles a bit against the bar) Does this mean you are a RESPONSIBLE ADULT??? Fer cryin' out loud, man....Here's the keys!

The woman grabs Morticia and heads for the store room. They pull down a box that hasn't been unused long enough to get cobwebs on it again. (keep your allusions to yourselves, folks)
"Shit...You mean she's locked in the ladies again?"
"S'what I hear.."

The two women load up, carrying grappling hooks, duct tape, and a couple of bandoleros filled with Pez dispensers. They then grab their lucky water pistols full of whiskey, don their Indiana Jones hats, and head for the ladies loo to spring Liz.

The woman stops at the bar long enough to top off her water pistol and hand the keys to Art, saying "If I don't make it back this time, make sure someone feeds my dog, eh?" It is all in vain, for Art has about him the glazed look of the Keeper of the Booze. The two women shrug their shoulders and head for the restroom....