Sage begins humming softly, almost under her breath, Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream, a song she considered a lullaby from childhood. Stepping carefully toward the main front door, she opens it a crack as a few in the group pick up on the song but then all are lulled into a group power nap. She slides into a comfortable nitch near the coat rack and also drifts to sleep. In through the door creep the Shoemaker's elves, who set quickly to work. They pick up the unconscious duck, cats, monkey, and chameleons on the bar and dust under each then replace them gently. They pull out their little silver hammers and reach into their aprons for hand-cut nails and rapidly repair the bar. Next, feather dusters make a circuit of the room, followed by brooms and dustpans to remove loose bits of debris. The tree is given a good shake to removed loose shakes, needles and bits of wattle and daub from the damaged walls, then the ornaments are repaired and replaced on each branch. The kitchen is also visited, with a heavy influence of green soap and lye as the entire establishment is given a going-over previously unimagined by any of the sleep-drugged human occupants. Indeed, the humans are the final task for the elves, as those in the messiest condition have a little pixie dust thrown their way to straighten their disheveled apparel.

Knowing that a tip might well be offered by the customers, many now childlike in their sleep, the elves each help themselves to some of MMario's auroch and a roll each of Liz the Squeak's duct tape, left over from her early adventures in the tavern john. They depart merrily into the sweet-smelling night, knowing the revellers (who possess quite a bit of magic of their own) are all set to celebrate the New Year. Mmario and the barkeep begin to rouse first, and turn to tend their meat and drink for the stirring revellers.