Mew-cash, mew-cash, all fit and fat,
Mew-cash, mew-cash, wha’sh you been at?
We’ve been out, roun’ ’bout, qui’ shlong ’nough,
Cash, cash, an’ cash again! Fiff! Faff! Fuff!
Yung. [Without.] I want to go home to bed!
Tee. [Without.] If you want to go to bed, we must tosh you and turn you! Up with him! Whup!!
Yung. [Without.] Put me down! Put me down, I tell you!
[Laughter and general smash.
Mee. Tiki?
Enter Yunglangtsi. He trails in, hardly able to speak for sleepiness.