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No doubt a reference to the Rabbi’s kippa.

A bottle of red, emboldened by the embrace of the gin and bitters, clinked shyly against the bottle of red beside it and whispered, “Want to go make some rose?”

“Gentlemen,” Secret Squirrel interjected, as he siphoned up the lewd menage e’ drink, "You had better go and settle Goyisch Squirrel’s matzoh brei pretty soon for I’m running out of jars!"

Secret squirrel shrieked as the lusty heat of the bottled booze blew the glass to glittering shards that shredded his flattened fur.

The armor plating in his trench coat kept him uninjured as the plucky squirrel waved farewell to his companions in the Mitzvah Plane, guided in their pursuit of Goyisch Squirrel by the Schmuck Detector located atop Mount Zion.

Wu and Watt slowly extricated themselves from the disaster that had once been a very nice, cozy little pub.

Then they remembered that extricating themselves in public is illegal around these parts so they dove back into the quaint, but wrecked, little pub.

A dark blur appeared in the sky. It smelled of asphalt.

“Resistance is futile,” said the giant, icky cube “You will be stickygooped.”

A steamroller waited patiently for its prey to alight.

“Resistance is futile. Your sticky goop will be used to service our stickygoop .WHOA!

Wu decided it was time to find a new bar.

As luck would have it, there was one right down the street, so off Wu went, dragging Watt with him.

When?

Easily capturing Goyisch Squirrel because they all were introduced by the same poster, and delivering him to Gitmo, Our Heroes discovered that there was a secret alliance with…the Fat Man!

Wu and Watt sidestepped the demonic faux Santa and walked into Chairman Mao’s Whiskey Palace A-Go-Go.

“Hi”, said the fellow behind the bar, “My name is Wynne.”

“My partner Wye will be here shortly, and I think you’ll like him”

“Wye Knott?” asked Wu of Wynne, “The sign says the bartenders name is B. Cause.”

Wu sighed, “And I’d never even heard of Abbott & Costello before tonight.”

“Actually that’s an old sign, as we own the place but don’t always bartend, and we just hired a new mixologist named Aysehd Soh”