Let's da two ub us help da party cats to party better. I'll bet dat da
two ub us togeffer can get one ub dose barrels of nip-whiskey up here.

[Ranger and Pipps disappear, then a few minutes later appear pushing a
hand-cart loaded down with a barrel of very old nip-whiskey. They set it
up next to the buffet table, then Ranger draws each of them a glass as
they retire to a comfy cushion to rest up.]