I wonder how the Danish Chef does it, Squeaky. This one won't eat that, and that one won't eat this. It's all so very confusing, I could never keep track. Now we aren't going to have hamburgers on the menu in order to spare Reinhard's feelings
but we will have more sauces than Heinz 57.
Everyone is so picky, but isn't it funny that we all like beer, wine, and spirits? That is, when we can get them and no one is looking.
Come with me. I seem to remember an unopened bottle of something or other at the bottom of the Captain's trunk. If Casey holds Carnaby's tail, Canaby holds yours and you hold mine I think I can just reach it.
