Sneaking up on the giant squid from behind under cover of the Rabbi’s good natured grumbling, Elijah suddenly realized that his treif trap had been discontinued, “Oye ist meir!”
Joshie looked up at Elijah innocently and asked “what happened to the ‘vey’?”
"Shush, already, can’t you see I’m sneaking here?" whispered the Prophet.
Rabbi Yehudah ben Bezalel Levai of Prague and the Golem whispered to each other, pointed at Elijah, and giggled.
“Fine, Mister Smart Guy, you catch him,” Elijah smacked his discontinued Treif Trap onto Joshie’s head.
Suddenly, the ground trembled.
… and Al Gore burst through the door, his Oscar statuette in hand.
“Ooooh,” squealed Joshie, “Vote early and often!”
“I’m a space man! I’m a space man!” Joshie ran around in unabashed 5 year old glee.
Mama Squid, in a fit of pique at being ignored, ententacled up the running five-year-old and whipped him into her gaping beak, which quickly macerated him into a tasty gobbet of steak tartare which she slurped up with noisy delight.
“I. Have. Had. Enough. Of. You!” Sadie seethed as she picked up the Squid and threw her out the 20th story window into the gaping abyss that exists between the tightly packed apartment buildings of Manhattan’s Upper West Side.
Using Rabbi Yehudah ben Bezalel Levai of Prague’s tallit as a parachute, the Golem leapt from the window and pulled the treif trap from the bowels of the giant cephalopod, rescuing the frightened but unhurt child.
This is Cafe Society; we don’t eat small children here! 
The giant squid’s tentacles shot out in a blur, grabbing the fire escape at several points and snapping it to a halt before it angrily lurched towards the Golem and child.
Flinging the child in the Treif Trap to Sadie, the Golem wrestled with the giant squid, and, locked arm in arm, er, tentacle in arm, they rolled off Reichenbach Falls to their death.
“I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack,” Mama Squidnocketta called as she clambered up the rocky walls of the Falls, smug in the knowledge that if a mere human like Sherlock Holmes could survive such a fall, then she, as a waterborn(e) being, would find it a breeze.
“Sheisse” muttered the Rabbi, took the German 88 from atop his Mitzvah Tank and blew her through the Empire State building, wondering all the while, “Where the hell are we, New York, Haifa, Switzerland?”
“I wondered that myself,” Dusty said, scratching his head and pulling out a world map.
“These were given away at Robert Zimmerman’s BarMitzvah,” explained Rabbi Yehudah ben Bezalel Levai as he unrolled his own map, “I think we’re in Philadelphia.”
“Which way is up on this thing?”, Dusty said adressing the Rabbi.
“You read it from right to left,” explained the Rabbi, unable to come up with a picture.