"What about the glockenspiel?" she asked weakly.
"That's Red Skeleton," said Captain Wully. "He uses a couple of ball-peen hammers on his ribs. We was tunin' up to serenade Pocahauntus."
"The cat," said Heather. "She's left out."
"Oh, no, she ain't. Gertrude sings coloratura."
"That even I don't believe," said Jerry.
Junior's upper half poised before the easel, and he flourished a brush. "Just a touch about the eyes. And another here." He flicked at the mouth.
"Get away from there!" yelled Jerry.
Junior burst into tears again. "I was only trying to help. Besides, it did need—"
"Well, I'll be...." Jerry looked at the canvas. "Junior was right."